1 comments/ 29008 views/ 2 favorites Battle of Mont St. Jean By: arghjac Author's note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To the anonymous scumbag that denigrated my upbringing and parentage I wish only eternal damnation, to others that wish to hide behind anonymity without giving constructive criticism, please don't read any further. To those that want to talk seriously and constructively, I welcome feedback, and assure you that all sensible communications will be answered. My stories are placed in the relevant categories with some thought, those in the group sex category involve multiple partners, usually with one woman, those in the wives category involve wives with multiple partners. My 'husband's' whilst technically 'cuckolds' are never 'wimps' or 'subservient'. My super heroes all have big cock's and some I admit are black, that does not mean that I believe the black race is superior, neither do I believe that once fucked by a black man there is no return. I am a non-racist white, who loves and respects his 'faithful' partner but, like most of the population of this world, I have fantasies. You now know what follows, if it might offend you, please do not read on!!! * Susanne looked out of her bedroom window onto the courtyard. Yyvette, the maid was scampering across the yard towards the farm's huge wooden gate, hurrying towards the pounding insistence of the soldiers outside. "Open up or we'll smash it down," a soldier shouted in broken French. Yyvette reached the gate and after several seconds of effort managed to lift the heavy bar from its iron housing. She pulled the gate open and a mounted cavalry officer, followed by two soldiers also on horseback cantered passed her and into the centre of the yard. Seeing Susanne at the first floor window the officer pulled the horse's head around and rode towards her. Susanne lowered the sash and asked in English, "What do you want?" "I have been instructed by General Picton to find quarters for the officers of my regiment this night." Susanne looked down upon this strikingly handsome man and quivered with the excitement of the moment. The two soldiers had dismounted and Yyvette was leading them towards the barn. "How many men are there?" Susanne asked. "We expect to be in action at Quatre Bras today, so the Lord above knows how many of us will survive, you had better expect at least fifteen but I will give you a requisition to draw rations for our full compliment of twenty-five. The quartermaster will deliver our kit later today, give him this chitty." As he stretched up to hand her the piece of paper there was a sudden scream from the barn. Susanne ran downstairs and met the officer as he dismounted. He towered over her and she imagined what a frightening sight he must have been when in battle. They both ran to the barn door and in the poor light it was hard to make out much but as Susanne's eyes became accustomed she could see Yyvette on her hands and knees naked. Both of the soldiers had their breeches around their ankles and the older of the two was kneeling on one leg and supported by the other was thrusting his huge cock deep inside the girl. The other soldier was at her head and was pushing his cock into her mouth. The sawing motion was causing Yvette's large pendulous tits to swing violently backwards and forwards and each thrust into her cunt caused a grunt to be forced from her mouth. For a second Susanne was transfixed and she was shocked to realise how much she wished these men were using her in such a manner. Her juices had begun to leak from her own cunt and were running down her thighs. Clamping her legs together in order to hamper the flow she pulled herself out of the trance, and shouted at the officer. "Get those animals off her." She began to run towards the girl but she was suddenly grabbed around the waist by the officer and carried struggling, away from the grunting maid and the by now sweating soldiers. He placed her down in the courtyard and held her by the shoulders saying gently, "It's a fact of war. This evening these men may well be dead, she'll merely be a little sore. Now pull yourself together and show me the quarters, I must be away in a few minutes." He was so calm and matter of fact that she allowed him to lead her meekly away and she led him into the house, leaving Yyvette to her fate. She showed him into the salon, a room that she had taken such delight in furnishing. It was in fact two rooms that were separated by folding doors but today as if in preparation for this visit, the doors were open and the large dining table was sited centrally, showing that at least twenty people could be seated. "I haven't enough chairs to seat so many", said Susanne. "The quartermaster will bring some cartridge boxes, they'll have to suffice" said the officer. "What is your name?" said Susanne, her voice quivering partly because of what she had just witnessed but mainly because of his disturbing closeness. "I'm Major Robert Devane, adjutant to Colonel Ferguson of the 29th Highland Dragoons. And you Madame?" "I'm Madame Susanne Jacquard, my husband is the mayor of Mont St. Jean, and he is at present on business in Brussels." "I doubt you'll see him for a few days, Brussels is in turmoil and Boney is only a few miles south of here with a hundred thousand men. We hope to hold him at Quatre Bras but he's there in strength and it'll be a close run thing. I must go, I hope to see you this evening madam, you are tres, tres jolie!" With this he turned and strode into the courtyard, leaving Susanne flustered, her mind unable to cope with her thoughts. She rushed to the door and shouted after him. "You haven't seen where you are to sleep." Turning he replied flippantly. "If I get back alive, I'll need no sleep tonight and neither will you." He grabbed the reins of his horse and shouted. "McDonnell, McDuff, out here now!" A second or two passed before the two men ran from the barn both trying to fasten the cords at the waist of their breeches. Major Devane turned towards Susanne and touching his fingers to his lips he blew her a kiss. Foolishly, Susanne caught it and placed it to her own lips. Robert turned the horses head before spurring off towards the gate. Susanne knew that if he survived that day she would be ridden in similar fashion by this man tonight. The thought both thrilled and shocked her, for she had only known one man in her life, her boring husband Armande. Armande was 55 years old and she was only 20 (Proven by her marriage certificate). Armande was kind but it was obvious that he had married her for her family's money and influence. It had taken him over a year to consummate the marriage and even then his cock had only briefly visited the crack between her legs and he had ejaculated on to her hairy cunt mound before even gaining entry. It was therefore reasonable to understand that because of what she had witnessed in the barn and the conversation between herself and the Major that her juices were pouring down her legs and soaking her stockings. The soldiers had been marching back and forth since it was known that Bonaparte had left Elba and risked all to mount yet another offensive. Susanne hated Bonaparte, not because he was French, or because he had dominated Belgium for so long. She hated him because so many had died fighting for and against him. Many would die here today she knew and she fervently hoped that this brave and handsome man would not be numbered amongst them. Coming to her senses she rushed to the barn. "Yyvette, Yyvette," she called. The girl was laying on her side, seemingly asleep. Susanne was suddenly filled with dread, was she dead? At that moment the girl moved and pushing herself up on one arm, she said, "I'm alright madam, they didn't hurt me." Her breasts hung heavily and looked pink and tender. She was covered in mud from the barn floor and the soldier's spunk was congealing on her face; the hair on her head; her cunt, and was running down her legs. Yyvette was eighteen years old (Shown clearly on her new 1815 work permit), her father had been killed in the wars and her mother had cared for herself and her daughter by earning a pittance teaching. Susanne and her brothers had been her pupils and when last year she had sickened and suddenly died Susanne had asked Armande to take the girl in. Armande, not known for charity, had demanded that the child work for her keep and the girl had willingly adopted the role of general maid within the house and farm. Having been well educated by her mother she could read and write in English and in French and despite the differences in their ages they were friends, as each had only the other with whom to pass the time and keep them both from the loneliness that was the bane of country life, especially because of Susanne's unhappy marriage. Susanne knelt beside Yyvette and looking into her eyes said, "Are you really all right?" Yyvette replied. "Yes, I was frightened when they pulled my shift off and started grabbing my tits but the older man told the younger (over 18) to be gentle. They didn't realise that I could understand them even though they both spoke in an odd accent. Murdoe the elder man told Jamie the younger, that they could both fuck me but mustn't hurt me or they would get into trouble. Murdoe told Jamie to fuck me first, as his cock being so big might split me open, so I was turned pushed to my knees and they parted by legs. The mud floor felt cold but the sensation disappeared as Murdoe bent down and opened my cuntlips, spitting on his hand he rubbed it all along the crack and over my love button. Any fear I had disappeared and if anything I was soon pushing backwards towards Jamie who by now was placing his cockhead against my slippery entrance. His entry was initially difficult, but as I had seen the farm animals rutting many times before I knew what was going on and it felt wonderful after the first couple of thrusts. A sensation I had never felt before had started in my belly and seemed to flood my whole being, before I knew what was happening to me, I was screaming." "I thought you were being murdered," said Susanne. "I thought so too, I had never experienced anything like it. Jamie had pumped his come into me before I had recovered my senses and Murdoe moving around to between my legs prepared to replace him. His cock was enormous, much bigger than Jamie, at least the size of a babies forearm, and I was thankful that he had been considerate enough to allow Jamie to penetrate me first and coat my cunt walls with his spunk. The purple cockhead was bigger than my fist and I knew fear at that moment but I mumbled in English for him not to hurt me and he replied in a gentle whisper. "Don't worry bairn, I'll be gentle for a while and soon you'll be begging for it." The pointed head nestled into my cunt entrance, and grasped each of my lips gently in his fingers and held them open as he eased the huge weapon inside me. I couldn't help but stiffen at the insertion of such a huge instrument into my previously virgin cunt. "Relax bairn," he whispered in my ear. "It'll go a might easier for yea." I relaxed and looking down between my legs I could see that at least four inches of this wicked weapon was now buried inside my belly. He stopped pushing, I think to allow me time to get used to the girth of him. Jamie had moved around to my face and asked me to lick his cock. I had never done this before and fearing that he might force my mouth open I licked the end. I think it tasted more of me than him, but anyway it was quite pleasant, so I opened my mouth and allowed him to slide his cock inside. It helped me to accept the sensations that were building in my belly due to Murdoe's thrusting, so I closed my lips around the shaft. Murdoe told me to imagine my lips were like my cunt and to gently caress the cock as it glided in and out. I suddenly realised that while my attention had been diverted he had thrust another three inches of his cock inside my belly. Looking down I could see at least another four inches of his shaft still outside of my clenched lips. Jamie was pulling at my tits roughly but I was surprised that even with this treatment the sensations were intense and the burning feeling I had experienced earlier began to build inside my belly. Suddenly my mind was consumed by a blinding light and my cunt and tits were on fire. I thrust back on to the huge cock that was invading my cunt and swallowed all that remained outside. Encouraged, Murdoe started to withdraw and my first thought was that he was finished with me and that this wonderful feeling was over but as I was about to plead with him not to stop, and with the cockhead at my very entrance, he thrust back inside me driving my breath from my body and propelling me forward onto the cock that filled my mouth, the head of which I had to allow to pass down my throat in order to ensure I wasn't hurt. I nearly gagged but realising that if I relaxed I could manage to accommodate both of these invasions of my body. The men had started a sawing rhythm keeping time with each other but before long Murdoe increased his speed of thrust and the burning feeling once again overcame me. I don't know how long they fucked me for my mind was in turmoil, my orgasms striking me one after another, but I would have willingly gone to my grave being used in such a manner. I must have passed out as when I came around I heard them talking together. "The mistress is a good looking lassie, the officers will ride her till dawn, you mark my words." Murdoe said. "I bet they won't be as gentle with her as you were with this lassie" Jamie replied. "They'll smear her cunt with some goose fat but she'll have to take all that survive the day, and if the major lives she'll know what a fuck is cause he's bigger both ways than me and by quite a bit," said Murdoe. At this point the major shouted for them and they grabbed up their breeches and ran off." Susanne's belly was experiencing the sort of burning sensation that Yyvette had spoken of. Her head was swimming and she was almost fainting with the thought of what had been done to the girl and what appeared to be planned for her that evening. Yyvette took the look on Susanne's face as fear and suggested that her mistress should fly. Susanne shrugged of the advice and said that there was plenty of time for flight, and she was sure that the officers would not use a lady so. She helped Yyvette to her feet and supported her into the house, taking the girl into her own bedroom, where she laid her down, fetched a bowl of cool water and her own towels. When she returned to the bedroom she found the girl with her legs wide apart rubbing her engorged clitoris. "I'm so sorry madame but I just had to enjoy that sensation again." Susanne pushed the girl's fingers away from her cunt and instructed her to lie back onto the pillow where she began to wash her. "Lie still and let me clean you," Susanne said. Yvette's breasts were pink with the rough handling that they had received and marks had been left by the squeezing fingers could now be clearly seen. Where the nipples had been sucked and bitten they stuck out rigidly from the surrounding brown oreal. Even though the girl was laying flat her breasts and nipples stood proud and upright pointing at the sky. Susanne washed the girls belly and parting her legs began to wash away the mud and the soldier's spunk that had matted the girl's cunt hair. The girl sighed, "Put your fingers in me please, I really need it." Susanne pushed her forefinger into the girl's cunt. It was wet and sticky inside and the added pressure forced a white milky liquid from between the puffy lips of her cunt. Susanne's finger cupped a globule of the spunk; she sniffed at it and licked it from her fingers. She had to clamp her thighs together as the burning sensation erupted within her belly. She dropped the cloth and made to run from the room. "Don't go," Yyvette said softly. "I can't stay, I think I'm going to faint," Susanne gasped and rushed from the room. She ran down the stairs and out of the door, making her way across the yard towards the cool of the milk shed. Her trembling was hard to control and she wondered whether it was caused by the fear of what she would face that evening. Maybe it was, but she knew that fear or not, it was mixed with expectation and excitement. Either way she knew that after today she would not be the same woman. Yyvette entered the shed. "What are you going to do," she said. Susanne knew it was pointless to hide the truth. "I'm going to prepare myself to be mounted and ridden. I don't know why but I feel so excited by the thought of being used in such a way. You looked so wanton as they thrust their cocks into your body, and I couldn't help but wish that it had been me kneeling there in your place." Yyvette nodded. "Don't forget I only had to service two men, you might have to take on ten or even twenty." "Then you had better prepare me," gasped Susanne, suddenly realising the enormity of what she was letting herself in for. They returned to the house but as they entered, three wagons drawn by huge shire horses pulled into the yard. A large moustached man jumped from the leading wagon as it pulled up. "Your servant Ma'am. I've been informed that the officers of the 29th will be quartered here this night and I have their baggage," Susanne replied. "Are you the quartermaster? I have a requisition for supplies?" "No ma'am. He'll be along later, give me the chitty and I'll make all the arrangements." The large florid faced man took the note saying, "You'll find that they'll take animals from the farm for food, but if we win here today you'll be paid, if we lose you'll have to sort it out with the frogs." Susanne realised that it was pointless to argue, especially with this man, so she showed him into the house. "Major Devane said that you would provide more chairs, I only have twelve?" (Sorry Moderator, I know I should have over eighteen). "Don't worry Ma'am, I'll have some ammunition boxes brought in and I've men to help with the cooking and other arrangements." She showed him where to stow the gear and the men began to unload the wagons. Amongst the equipment there was a low wooden bench with adjustable legs about thirty centimetres wide and two metres in length, covered in sumptuous red leather, which looked to be comfortably padded. Susanne thought that it must be used for seating at the table. She left the men to unload and with Yyvette in tow she climbed the stairs to her room. "How shall I prepare myself?" Susanne asked the girl. "My main discomfort was when the hair around my cunt was trapped inside as Murdoe was thrusting deeply into me. I think you should shave all your hair off down their." "Could you do it for me? I've never done anything like that before." "Of course madame," replied Yyvette. "Please call me Susanne, we have become so much closer in these last few hours and I've always regarded you as more of a friend than a servant." Susanne removed her day dress, bloomers and also her sodden stockings, and lay down upon the bed. "You will be the first person ever to have seen my cunt. My husband has only ever fumbled about down there, he only once got close and then he came over my mound before he had gained entrance! I'm really a virgin." Yyvette had been sharpening Armande's razor and satisfied it had a keen edge; she brought soap and water in a basin and placed it next to Susanne. Battle of Mont St. Jean "What do I look like down there?" Susanne asked quietly. She was breathing hard even though Yyvette had not yet touched her, but she could already feel the warm glow building up low inside her belly. Yyvette gently parted Susanne's legs and peered at her abdomen. "You're quite hairy, it hides your cunnie, so I don't know yet, and I'll tell you after I've shaved you." Susanne looked down at her bush, she was a very dark woman and her hair was thick and long. Being a good catholic girl she had never examined herself, what a pity she thought. It was unbelievable how wanton she felt and all without guilt. She didn't understand why she felt no guilt, she couldn't even say truthfully that being forced into the act took away her responsibility, as she positively wished for the act to take place but she was a little pensive and frightened. Yyvette asked if she wanted all the hair removed or just that that surrounded the entrance to her cunt. "What do you think?" replied Susanne. "I think it should all go, then there is no chance of them cutting it off for a trophy, I've heard that some men like that." "Take it all off then." Yyvette began cutting the hair with the dressmaking shears, snipping away as close to the skin as possible. She then began lathering the whole area with soap and water, rubbing the prominent mound quite roughly with her hands. Inevitably her fingers strayed onto some sensitive spots, places where Susanne's own hands, nor those of her husband had ever ventured. The sensations were incredible to Susanne and the burning feeling suddenly erupted deep within her belly. She began to buck about and writhe uncontrollably. Yyvette had sensed the orgasm approaching and had removed the shears. She placed her finger between the cunt lips and searched for the clitoris, it wasn't hard to find. It was like a small finger, red and distended, covered by a hood of skin. Yyvette pulled the skin back and gently kissed the tumescent bud. Susanne passed out immediately. It was at least thirty seconds before she regained her wits. "What did you do? Whatever it was, do it again." Susanne's breathing was laboured and as Yvette's tongue gently lashed the tip of her clitoris, she seemed to be in perpetual orgasm. "Stop, I'm going to die," Susanne cried. Yyvette waited several seconds for Susanne to recover before once more continuing with the shaving. "At least when this is all over, we'll still have each others bodies to explore," Yyvette said, "I've been so lonely, and longed for someone other than myself to physically love me." "Have you often played with yourself?" Susanne asked. "Yes for years now, ever since my Mama passed on." "I wish that I had not wasted all those years, I've yearned to be treated like a real woman and yet I've thrown it all away because of guilt and stupidity, tossed away for so little," replied Susanne. Yyvette had decided to pluck the hairs from around Susanne's cunt lips as she didn't want to cut her. This was a painful operation but it helped Susanne to cope with the sensations that Yvette's fingers brought to Susanne's belly every time a finger crept inside her cunt. "There that's finished, and it's the prettiest cunnie I've ever seen, mind you it's the only one I've ever seen other than my own, and that in a mirror, shall we compare?" She lifted her skirt and parted her legs. Yyvette was fair and the hairs on her cunt did little to hide the lips, which were still swollen and pink from the treatment of that morning. Both cunts gaped wide as the girls were very excited. "Mine's a lot bigger than yours," said Yyvette, "although I think that's because of the width of Murdoe's cock stretching me. I don't think I'm usually that big." Susanne's abdomen looked startlingly now that it was free of hair. The marble white skin accentuated the blood filled lips of her excited cunt and made it stand out even more vividly than would have been normal. The sound of distant cannon fire stirred them from their dreams and they both recognised that the day was fast passing and still might end in tragedy both for them and for the men that they hoped would be joining them that evening. They dressed quickly and began the many things that were required in the planning and fulfilling of the Major's requirements. All throughout the afternoon the cannon fire came in waves and the activity outside of the farm became frenetic. As early evening approached the wounded were transported back from the battlefield some in carts and wagons but most walking or being dragged along by friends. The news that they carried was that the allied line had held with only slight casualties but Napoleon had also fought a battle against the Prussians in a town called Ligny, several kilometres to the south-east, and the outcome was far from sure. Just before dusk Major Devane and his fellow officers rode into the yard, they were covered in mud and the horses were steaming and sweating. There was chaos in the yard as grooms grabbed the reins of the tired animals and men stumbled about endeavouring to find rest and sustenance. Susanne carried a jug of cool water to Devane, who had dismounted at the farms well. "Sir, I am happy to see you well, the news is good I hear." Devane turned to her, his throat parched. He grabbed the jug and gulped at its contents. When he had slaked his thirst he replied. "Aye, we held them but it was no victory and many a good man lies dead on that field including our Colonel, God rest his soul. I'm now in command and I must see to my men before I rest. We fight again tomorrow" He turned to go but she called after him, "Sir, a second if you please. I am informed that you and your fellow officers intend to make sport of my body for your entertainment tonight, is this true?" He looked calmly at her and replied softly, "Madam I will not lie to you, if it were in my power to spare you this ordeal or at least keep you for myself, I would. Unfortunately, it is a regimental tradition that in times of battle everything is shared amongst the officers and in this case this means you. I can assure you, that no violence will be shown to you and that in a few days you will be none the worse for your ordeal. In no way do I offer an excuse but I must repeat that when you have returned to rude health, many of these men will be dead, probably myself included. I would recommend you make every effort to prepare yourself, amongst these men some are of large girth and other enjoy buggery, it might be wise to apply some grease to all your orifices, to ease the initial entry." Devane leaned towards her and whispered, "I really wish I could keep you for myself. I know only a few words have passed between us but already I care for you, I don't know why. I've been fighting for so long maybe I've lost my mind, but I really do care for you." He stood erect, "Madame I cannot stop what is going to happen to you this evening, I wish I could." His words made Susanne tremble, it seemed that they were said with concern but the man that stood before her covered in other men's blood was discussing her ravaging and she could not let him know that she was looking forward to the ordeal. Later as he washed at the well pump, she looked upon him from her window. He towered above all of the men in the yard being well over 2 metres in height. His chest was covered in a red down of fine hair. His upper body was heavily scarred, one beginning at his throat and finishing at his waist by his right side. She noted that he bled from a wound running at an angle across his forearm. She left the window, grabbed a linen petticoat from her drawer and descended to the yard. "Sir, may I be allowed to bind your wound? I have a salve that may be of some help." He held out his arm. At such close quarters it was easy to sense his power and strength. Bending down to her he whispered, "Have you made your preparations?" She looked into his midnight blue eyes, "Both my cunt and arse are liberally coated with goose grease, if that is what you mean. Will you be the first to ravage me?" Devane could not look at her but he whispered gruffly, "You will not be ravished Madame, you will be well fucked and buggered but you will live to tell the tale, many here won't! No, I will not be the first; I fear you would be injured if you had to take my size. It is traditional that first you will receive the ensign's attentions,(all over eighteen as shown in their army paybooks) and then the men with the smallest appendages moving on to that of the largest. I'm usually last!" "This is not to be your first foray into the ravishment of women then Major?" "Madame, if you wish it so I will ensure my presence does not offend you this evening, but that you face your ordeal is beyond my control. I will tell you though that even with the affection that is building inside me towards you; I would not allow my feelings to be the cause of sending these men into the arms of death without the comfort that laying with you tonight will bring them." "Sir, I believe your concern to be genuine, and if I have to face the regiments officers this evening I will do my duty and comfort all, including you, but you have to know that although I am a married woman, I am in all intent and purpose a virgin and have no experience of fucking. How do you wish to perform the deed?" Robert was unable to meet her eyes. "Madame, will you be serving our meal this evening?" "If that is your wish, of course," replied Susanne. "I would appreciate it if you could serve the port unclothed, and I believe the matter will develop from there," said Robert quietly. Susanne replied in a shocked tone, "Sir that may give the impression that I was a party to this ordeal and my reputation would be sullied. I will bring no complaint against you or your fellow officers but I will not be seen to have encouraged or connived in my own ravishment." "Please stop saying that Susanne." It was the first time he had used her Christian name and she loved the ring his accent had given to it. Robert, almost with embarrassment continued. "In that case when you serve the port, I will propose a toast to your hospitality and beauty. You will then be detained and stripped of your clothing. If you relax you might gain some pleasure, I hope and pray it might be so." There was a sudden banging at the yard gate. The sentry, who had been watching from the gate tower, shouted that it was one of General Picton's aides-de-camp, and he was already removing the gates bar from its iron slots. An officer on a large black stallion rode into the yard and noticing Robert swerved towards him and slid to a halt on the damp cobbles of the yard, caused by a light drizzle that had begun to fall. The officer reached inside his tunic and handed Robert a crumpled message, and said, "You've got the regiment again I here Robert. This is the third time; I don't know why they don't award it to you for your persistence." Robert replied, "Selling the Colonelship is probably the only way they can afford to pay the men but the last one won't be missed, he was a bloody idiot. Any news of the Prussians?" The officer bent down towards Robert so that he couldn't be overheard and whispered, "Blucher has retired northwards after being given a sound thrashing, Nosey (a popular name for the Duke of Wellington) said it would happen when he inspected their dispositions this morning. They think it's good for the men to see the enemy, so they had taken a position on a forward slope of a ridge just north of Ligny. Of course, Boney just blew them to pieces with artillery before they had fired a musket. 'Tis so stupid to use good soldiers so. Blucher has managed to keep them is some kind of order and even though he's wounded himself he's promised to rejoin tomorrow. So we fight Boney at last." "Who did we face today then?" Robert asked. "Marshall Ney," the officer replied. "God, it's not like him to miss and opportunity, why didn't he press home his attack? We were beat you know." "Nosey thinks he asked for the reserve and Boney let him down, anyway when it came to it he held his hand." "Where is tomorrow's battle to take place?" asked Robert. "You're here old chum. We're to take up position on the reverse slope of the Brussels road, either side of the Mont St. Jean cross roads. The 29th and the Enniskillen's will be under Picton on the left. It's all in the message." "I can never read your bloody writing, I'm sure you never learnt." joked Robert. "Just do as your bloody well told, and stop trying to grab all the limelight," the officer replied with a laugh. "I won't invite you in Michael as we're having an officer's night and the lads are cleaning up but you are welcome to a dram in a stirrup cup," said Robert glancing at Susanne who had coloured noticeably. "No Robert, but thanks for asking, we've our own shindig arranged up at the chateau, some countess had agreed to take on the whole general staff, she says she's been taking it from the French for years so there's nothing we can teach her. I don't think she'll have been benched though, so she's in for a surprise." With a wave he turned his horse's head, spurred its flanks causing it to rear up on its hind legs, then galloped out of the yard and into the ranks of troops still pouring past along the Brussels road towards the little town of Waterloo, where Wellington was to spend the night, several miles to the north. "Is there to be another battle, Robert?" asked Susanne. Robert was studying the message, he looked up and nodded. "Is there anywhere you can stay for the next few days? I'm afraid it's all going to happen on your doorstep and I have grave doubts about the outcome. If the Prussians don't support us, I don't think we can win. Wellington has never lost a battle but neither has Napoleon. You must leave at first light. It might be better if you could bypass Brussels all together." "I'll not leave you now Robert, I've only just found you," Susanne cried, the tears falling down her reddening cheeks. "Let me stay close-by. I have family in Waterloo, I'll be safe there. Just promise me you'll come back for me." "I have fought so many times, but I've never had a reason to care that I should live or die. Now I fear death and yet I'm closer to life than I have ever been. How can you care for me when I am to be the instrument of your ordeal?" Susanne considered this. She couldn't tell him of the excitement that had found a home in her belly. She could not share how her life had been so empty and now seemed to have caught fire and burned so brightly, so she said, "Maybe it's just our destiny, maybe I need to become a woman before I can be your woman," "What about your husband, how will you free yourself from him?" "If necessary I'll just up and leave, I have nothing to keep me here. Now he has my money and the prestige my family has brought him he would just disown me and go about the things that really interest him. First let's get tonight over with, and don't worry I'm made of sterner stuff than you think." She walked into the house, leaving him to see to his men. She was trembling and she knew it was more from excitement and expectation than from fear or revulsion. The only fear she really knew was that she might lose this man before she had come to know him. She made her way upstairs and into her bedroom where she found Yyvette waiting to dress her for dinner. "Where have you been, Said Yyvette, I've been worried? We are due to serve dinner in half an hour." Susanne allowed her dress to fall from her shoulders and Yyvette began to sponge her down with cool water. "I love him Yyvette," she said. "Who," Yyvette replied startled. "Major Devane," said Susanne breathlessly. "I know it seems stupid but he sees me as a victim. I can't tell him that I would not change places with another woman tonight. He would think that I am no better than a harlot, yet its true." Susanne allowed Yyvette to minister to her; it seemed pointless to examine motives that she did not understand. How she had changed in just a few hours. After dressing in her finest gown Susanne and Yyvette left the bedroom and returned to the kitchen. The soldiers that had prepared the meal and her own cook and scullery maid, all looked up at her. Susanne wondered if they all knew the fate that was in store for her this evening. The officers stood to attention as she entered and an immediate silence descended on the room. She looked at these men and realised that they were embarrassed. "Carry on gentlemen," she said pretending that she had no inkling of the plan for the evening, "I will not be offended by any rough talk." The meal continued in a subdued manner and as Susanne prepared to serve the port she had to compose herself in order to stop herself from trembling. She gulped a deep breath and carried the tray into the salon. As she entered Robert got to his feet and said to the men by the door. "Please detain Madame Jacquard that we might drink a toast to her hospitality and to her beauty." All 19 men present got to their feet and raised their glasses swallowing the contents. Susanne felt faint as her arms were held and her dress was lifted over her head. There was a gasp as the men drank in the sight of her firm breasts topped with firm pointed nipples, much like the closed buds of a scarlet rose. Her skin was white as snow at her belly where her legs met the hidden lips of her cunt, she was divested of the hair that had until that afternoon camouflaged her entrance. In silence several hands began to caress her and she was lifted onto the table and placed gently on her back where a space had been cleared. Lips were lowered to each of her nipples and the sensations that developed inside her belly were incredible. It was as if each nipple was connected to the other and that both were connected to her cunt. Each of the men had a different way of servicing her and now that the initial spell had been broken they ceased to be gentle, one of them nibbling at a nipple and sucking quite roughly. Her legs were pulled apart and she sensed the hot breath before she felt the rasping tongue lick along her crack. Her cunt lips opened like a ripe banana bursting from its skin. Her clitoris seemed to jump from its hidden den and the man held it between his teeth and caressed it with his lips and tongue. The sensation was incredible and she lost all sense of time in the ecstasy of the moment and it was several seconds before she noticed that one of the young ensigns (Over 18) had mounted her and was trying to push his small but very hard cock into her virgin cunt. Whether it was the goose grease that liberally coated her cunt's entrance or the wetness of her own juices she did not know, but his weapon slid inside her with ease and he started thrusting with incredible speed. It was the first cock that had ever really fucked her and she was surprised how nice it felt. The youngman could only last seconds and was soon pumping his seed into her womb. He was followed in quick succession by the remaining ensigns (each of them 18+)eager to taste the gifts of her lovely body. No-one knew for sure whether this had been their first experience of love, although all suspected, but then no-one knew that each one of these young men would die the next day. Susanne's pleasure came both from the sensation of copulation with these young men, as much as the look of genuine love that could be seen in their eyes as each pumped their virgin seed deep within her belly. Seven youngsters (over eighteen with certified identity cards) became men that evening and all would die before the next sunset. The white cloth that covered the table had become sodden between Susanne's legs and the white fluid was spattered over her belly and was running from the hole that could now be clearly seen between her gaping cunt lips. A towel was roughly wiped over her belly and cunt and she was lifted from the table and turned face down, her abdomen, belly and breasts now laying in the sticky mess. Battle of Mont St. Jean She was mounted by several of the officers. As each in turn fucked her she could feel the increasing size of their cocks, even though she was so well lubricated with her own juices and from the amount of spunk that now filled her cunt. It was with some initial discomfort, when one of the men forced his way inside her bum. The sizable cockhead was literally rammed inside her puckered hole and if it had not been for the goose grease and for Yvette's earlier ministrations she knew she wouldn't have been able to bear it. Strangely, after only a few seconds she became accustomed to the intrusion, and pain had turned to pleasure. It was with some disappointment that the man so quickly deposited his spunk into her no longer virgin bum. Her disappointment was not to last for long as the withering cock was soon replaced by a bigger more vibrant member and although this next man treated her in a much more gentle fashion she was soon to have her first orgasm caused simply by having her bum fucked. After her latest lover had pumped his spunk into her bum, there to join his comrade's, she was lifted up from the table and carried over to the leather bench that she had seen being carried into the house earlier. The benches legs had been adjusted so that a man could lie on his back on the bench whilst she could straddle him, supporting her weight on either side. Whilst she was on tiptoe the head of the man's large cock nestled into the entrance of her cunt and she happily allowed the bulbous cockhead to penetrate and slide gradually inside her as she lowered herself down onto her heels. Thinking that this bench was designed to allow her more control she gratefully thrust herself up and down over the large member that was filling her but suddenly she was gripped around her hips and lifted upward back onto her tiptoes. She was bent forward allowing the man on the bench to suck on her dangling tits. She felt the intrusion of another cock into her bum, and plugged in both of her holes she remained on her tiptoes as the men in unison began to thrust themselves into her body. The feelings in her belly were incredible almost more than she could bear and an orgasm ripped through her. She must have passed out but these men were more experienced and were not going to come so quickly. She recovered and realised that the only thing that had changed was the depth and speed of the thrusts that invaded her. Susanne began to lose control, she realised that she was pulling at her own nipples and when her hand was removed by someone wanting to suckle her, she placed it over her rigid clitoris and began to frig herself. She started crying out, "Oh my God, don't stop, don't stop. Oh God I'm coming, I'm coming, Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." It seemed that all three climaxed together, the men pumping thick loads of spunk deep inside her cunt and bum and she wet herself as she lost all control of her bladder. In seconds the men filling her were replaced and she was once again being fucked, but with ever increasing girth. Fortunately she was by now well stretched and both her orifices were lubricated with spunk and her own juices. Her legs were straight and the thrusts of the soldier lying on the bench kept forcing her to stand on tiptoe and on occasions she was lifted off of her feet. She had to lean forward in order to allow the man behind her to gain entry to her bum. He was leaning around her and grasping her tits, hauling her back onto his cock. Again an orgasm hit her and she was oblivious to the two men whom had the temporary occupation of her body, as they pounded into her and filled her with their seed. When she came to her senses she was being lifted up from the soldier and as he vacated the bench another man took his place. This time she was lowered onto an enormous cock that was guided by willing hands into her bum. It slid slowly but gradually into her arse until she had swallowed the whole length. She was laying with her back to him her bum cheeks resting right up against his hairy balls. The hair on his abdomen was already matted with the mixture of spunk and juices that were pouring out of her well used cunt and had been forced out of her bum by the insertion of his huge cock. His arms were wrapped around her, grabbing her tits but also holding her in place. Her legs were lifted and bent at the knees so that they rested on her shoulders. This exposed her cunt to all of the men who had gathered around to see the erotic sight. She saw Robert standing close to her. He had stripped from the waist down and his cock hung heavy, only yet semi-hard. She was almost horrified. It was bigger than her forearm and the bulbous purple cockhead was the size of a mans clenched fist. Her amazement was halted however when an older man approached her with his own sizable weapon and roughly inserted the head into her exposed and gaping cunt. He pushed into her in one violent thrust, impaling her onto the cock that already filled her bum. All the air in her lungs was forced from her and the thick white spunk that had occupied her cunt was ejected in a flow much like a man spitting or pissing. No sooner had he buried the cock deep into her womb than he withdrew and pausing once more at her entrance, he plunged forward. The cock buried inside her bum could not move and yet the bruising penetration of her cunt caused such a vibration that within minutes both of the men had began the last throws of their exertions and were approaching their climaxes. Robert had moved to her side and placing his hand on her breast he stroked the nipple squeezing it gently. Her hand had gripped his cock; she couldn't believe the weight of it. As he watched the men sawing into her body, she was relieved to see that although his cock had become rigid and stuck out from his body at right angles, it had not grown any larger. She realised that even now that she had been stretched beyond belief, she was still unsure how she could accommodate such an awesome weapon. She now understood the warning he had given her and why he was insuring that she was well stretched before he himself fucked her. Unable to control her mind she floated into another orgasm. She seemed unable to articulate words and merely screeched and babbled, allowing the unbelievable tension to erupt inside of her. She felt him bend and kiss her mouth in a caress that displayed a depth of emotion that she had never before experienced, and she drifted off into another world. The orgasm must have lasted for some time, for when she came to both of her lower orifices were empty and she was laying on her back on the leather couch. The benches legs had obviously been adjusted, as her cunt was now at a level allowing the soldiers to fuck her whilst standing. Her legs were held akimbo and grasping her by the knees she was fucked in turn by three of the men, one after another, each filling her with spunk. As the last of the three was pumping his seed into her cunt she beckoned Robert over and asked how many of the officers were left to be comforted. There only remained one officer, Captain Stuart, who had yet to fuck her and he had been wounded in the fight earlier that day. He was now in fact Robert's second in command, and he lay on a cot on the outskirts of, but still demanding a good sight of the action. There was no doubt that he would be unable to mount and fuck Susanne, and in fact he should have been in the infirmary, as he had a bullet lodged in his thigh, but he had refused point blank to be left out of the evening festivities, and insisted that he would not have the bullet removed until he had had his turn to fuck her, even though he was unsure of how he would accomplish the feat. Susanne was not to know but he had a prodigious member and was very proud of it, and he had no intention of allowing the opportunity to pass of filling this beautiful young filly's cunt full of his spunk. Seeing his predicament Susanne said if he wished she would squat over him ride his cock while he rested on the cot, and he agreed wholeheartedly. His breeches were removed exposing his huge gnarled cock, almost as wide as Robert's but not quite as long. With one leg resting beside him on the cot Susanne straddled him and lowered herself onto the erect cock. She had to ask Robert to guide the cockhead into her cunt as she was busy pulling her inflamed lips apart to ensure that they would not become trapped inside, as the huge penis was thrusting into her. Slowly, as much for her benefit as his, and out of concern for him, she impaled herself onto the cock, gradually swallowing the cockhead and then the shaft. Her legs were shaky and she was unsure whether she could support herself and keep up a steady enough movement to give the wounded soldier enjoyment and make him come. She asked Robert to steady her and he, with his strong arms gripping around her chest and his hands grasping her tits, she managed to begin a slow but steady movement gliding up and down the length of the huge shaft. Within a minute or so the poor injured soldiers gasps had quickened and whether in agony or ecstasy he pumped his load upwards into her loving cunt. The size of Captain Stuart's cock had caused Susanne to once again faint with the force of her orgasm. In fact Robert had literally lifted her whole body weight up and down the length of the cock that was invading her cunt, and yet after his comrade had finally accomplished his ejaculation, he was not even breathing hard with his own exertions. He carried the unconscious woman back to the dining table and ordered that the Captain be moved immediately to the infirmary. "No, not yet Robert," begged Captain Stuart, "I want to see you fuck her." Susanne slowly gained her senses and looking up she saw Robert standing between her legs. She was laying with her back on the dining table with her bum on the edge. Robert was supporting her legs, one in each of his hands. He bent forward and whispered to her. "I'll have to fuck you here first but after I have come in you, we can retire to your room, my honour, if not yours satisfied. Please try to relax, I know that I am big and I don't want to hurt you." Susanne looked down at the huge cock. She had no fear, as she hoped that if this man she now loved so completely survived the next day, that this cock would spend its life fucking her. Robert moved her legs apart and rested the head of the huge weapon against her cunt entrance. Susanne bending forward grasped the bell end and moved it up and downwards along the length of her gaping cunt lips, coating it with the mixture of spunk and juices that had pooled around them. She rubbed the end against her clitoris and the burning sensation of her first orgasm with the man she loved began to erupt inside her belly. Trying to hold off the mists that were beginning to envelop her mind, she guided the huge cockhead inside of her. "I'll have to leave the rest to you, my darling, I'm going to faint." Whether in pain or pleasure, Susanne drifted into unconsciousness. Robert had begun a slow rhythmic thrusting, allowing only the first few inches of cockhead to enter her. He tried to be gentle but the lust that had built up inside of him after watching eighteen cocks thrust themselves into his lovers willing cunt and bum; ensured that gentleness was the furthest thing from his mind. He began to build up the speed of his thrusts and soon he realised that he was burying the whole length of his cock inside of her well used cunt. Even though her body was limp in unconsciousness she was gasping for breath. He bent forward and lifted her off the table and she hung suspended in his arms and impaled on his mighty organ. He began to lift her and ram her back on his cock. As he unloaded himself into her loving cunt his lasting memory was how her limp body was being thrown about by the force of his thrusting, her tits flailing about. At length Robert recovered his senses and with his cock still erect and filling her body, he pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips. The whole room was in turmoil, yet he had been oblivious to everyone as he fucked the woman he loved. Susanne, regaining her senses recognised that they were both the centre of attention. Robert whispered in her ear. "Wrap your legs around my waist and I'll carry you up to your bedroom," and to riotous applause Susanne was lifted up by her lover, who with his cock still buried deep inside her belly carried her out of the salon and up the stairs, to where Yyvette had waited patiently to minister two her mistress. When he entered the bedroom Susanne was still suspended on Robert's cock. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and her head rested on his shoulder. She seemed to be asleep. Yyvette could see the almost impossibly huge weapon buried deep inside her mistress's cunt. As Robert lifted her gently off his slowly softening erection it made a plopping sound as it left her body and slapped against his leg. A mixture of his spunk and her juices gushed from her cunt onto the floor and he held her suspended for a few seconds to allow her to drain before he lowered her onto the bed. Turning to Yyvette he said, "Take care of her please, she must be very sore and completely exhausted. I'll be back soon and lay with her until dawn. Have you made all the necessary arrangements to leave in the morning?" "Yes Sir, we're all packed and ready to go but I'm afraid Madame's furniture will have to stay." Yyvette replied. "I'll try and make arrangements to pack it in wagons and send it to our rear, but it may not be possible. Just make sure you're both safe." He turned and left the room. Susanne lay on her back with her legs parted. Her cunt was wide open and the lips were red and puffed up. Where she had been stretched, the tunnel to her womb lay open and even in the poor light of the candle Yyvette could clearly see inside. Spunk had pooled to overflowing inside Susanne's womb and was dripping from the entrance, mingling with the fluids running from her anus. Yyvette gently washed Susanne's face and body with a sponge and cool water. She was burning hot and her breasts were glowing with the perspiration she had expired during her ordeal. Yyvette wanting to taste the juices that splattered Susanne's breasts and especially the nipples systematically licked each in turn. The nipples were erect and almost purple in colour, much like a small cockhead. Yyvette knew that with so much of the soldier's seed having filled Susanne's womb, it was probable that soon a baby would be feeding from these engorged teats. She bent forward and sucked a nipple into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Susanne waking seemed to automatically cup the breast and began to squeeze it as though to eject milk into the girl's mouth. Susanne's breasts although smaller than Yvette's were equally sensitive, especially after the rough treatment they had received and she turned to the girl saying. "I do so love that, I'm not sure whether it's almost as good as being fucked." Yyvette continued to nuzzle her until once more Susanne was gripping the bedclothes with the intensity of her orgasm. "God, I came again, just because you sucked my nipples. What has happened to me?" "You taste of spunk; may I lick your cunt before I wash you?" Yyvette replied. "I must look a mess down there but I have never felt so much like a woman. When I was hanging impaled on Robert's cock I think I nearly died of pleasure. Lick me if you wish for I would love you to share a portion of my lover's life giving seed." An hour passed before Robert was able to leave the party downstairs. Shortly before he left to go to Susanne, he sent a message to Yyvette and asked if she would come downstairs and talk to him. Yyvette waited by the salon door until Robert noticed her. He asked how Susanne was and after being reassured that although exhausted, she was waiting for him eagerly. He hesitated as though embarrassed. "I don't know quite how to say this Yyvette but the non-commissioned officers are billeted in the barn and they have asked if you would be willing to comfort them. I'm afraid, not only are you the only lady available but you've been asked for by name. Robert could see her breasts heaving and thought at first that he had offended her. He was about to apologise when she blurted out. "Sir, I would be glad to comfort your men but only if you promise me that my lady is safe in your hands and will be treated with honour." Robert looked at her with amusement. "Yyvette your mistress is a part of my body and soul. If I live we shall never be parted, and you, Murdoe and Jamie will have a permanent place with us till I exhale my last breath. Yyvette skipped happily over to the barn pulling her shift over her head as she went. Her cunt was already lubricating with the juices that would ensure that she remained uninjured as she participated in the night's adventures. Robert knocked at Susanne's bedroom door. After being invited in he sat on the bed beside Susanne and said sincerely, "I pledge my life to you." Susanne replied, "Shut up you oaf and Fuck me!" Author's note. The story is of course a fantasy about what might have happened to a cavalry regiments officers and non-commissioned officers on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo which in fact took place at the tiny hamlet of Mont St Jean on a crossroad near Brussels in 1815. The 29th Highland Dragoons are of course fictitious as are its officers but the strategic events are as real as history relates. Actions were fought by the British forces at Quatre Bras and the Prussians at Ligny. If anyone cares to visit the site it would be easy from my description to recognise the small farm that serves as the stage of this evening's action and which on the following day was a centrepiece of Wellingtons defensive strategy, although its name will here remain anonymous, being a working farm and home today. Unfortunately, as can be seen by the text in brackets, I have fallen foul of the moderators scrutiny, that in passed days ensign's were usually under the age of consent, not that it would have caused them any problems at that time, also girls and men were often married or having sexual relationships, this oversight has now been repaired and all of my participants, are slightly closer to old age.