1 comments/ 10539 views/ 2 favorites Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 01 By: bbtp41 All of the people and names included are also fictitious. None of these people existed either now or in 1863. ***** At an estate sale in 2012 I purchased a writing desk that I planned to restore. Locked in one of the drawers I found these personal letters. With some research I was able to identify some corroborating documents in the National Archives which I will include at the appropriate time. It is my belief that these letters should be shared with the public and are a valuable resource in understanding the lives of our ancestors. The names and addresses have been changed to protect the reputations of the descendants. Hazel Park E..., Virginia Monday March 17th, 1862 Annabelle B... 37 Orange Plank Road A..., North Carolina Dearest Annabelle, The journey from A... was fraught with peril the entire way. Every day we passed troops hurrying to one battle or another and we never knew if we would be caught in the hostilities. On the morning we crossed into the Valley we could hear the discharge of canon and I can tell you it was not nearly far enough away. I was simply terrified! Fortunately, we arrived at Hazel Park without incident. Thomas has provided an excellent home and the surrounding countryside are well suited to the plow. I expect that we will make this a successful concern. My joy was tempered shortly after our return. The recruiter for General Jackson's First Division came calling not a week into our residence here. Dear Thomas could not be dissuaded from rendering duty to his beloved Virginia no matter how many tears I shed. I am frightened utterly for his safety. Though he looked simply dashing in his Virginia grays, I swear I was all a tingle in a very womanly way. I am very cross with the General for spiriting away my dashing Thomas to some distant battlefield and instead leaving a company of yeoman farmers to garrison the town. The company captain visits the homes outside of town for our security and I have seen the man approximately every three days. I must say that I have come to look forward to his visits with a trilling excitement. He cuts a roguish picture with his infrequently trimmed beard and the way the collar of his uniform is open exposing the throat. The resemblance to Thomas must be the cause of my renewed tingling at the very anticipation of his arrival. He is a very gentleman in every way. Why, just the other day, he escorted me on a tour of the estate to inspect for pillaging deserters. Because the day was cool we decided to walk. The inspection took much longer than either of us anticipated and we found ourselves at some distance from the house, too far to return in time for the afternoon meal. Fortunately, the gallant young man had thoughtfully brought with him a ready remedy for my faltering strength. I had not noticed where he had concealed it during our stroll, but when he showed it to me its size was such that I am amazed that I had failed to notice it all that time. He had a lovely sausage that he carried with him. There was plenty as it must have measured seven or more inches and filled its sheath to bursting, more than a hand around, I should estimate. He generously shared his meat with me. I was delighted at the taste which was savory, warm to the touch and fragrant with his manly scent. The captain gently assisted me as I worked at his sausage. It was so delicious that I proceeded to consume it in its entirety. I could not help myself! In no time at all with his help I had managed to get that entire magnificent specimen in my mouth. In very unladylike fashion I gagged once or twice but his hand on my head helped me keep it down. Then to my astonishment, he suddenly produced a thick cream to go with the sausage I was already consuming. It was sticky and sweet in a manly way. I found it delightful and eagerly swallowed all that he could produce. Some small amount escaped from the corner of my mouth to run down my chin. He smiled at me as he used my hanky to wipe away the escaping fluid. Afterward, as we retraced our steps to the house he agreed to return with more of his beautiful sausage for my enjoyment. I know it seems absolutely scandalous to become so familiar with this brave soldier in the absence of my dear Thomas, but I am certain that he would approve of my entrusting myself to his comrade-in-arms even as I would be proud that he would render similar tender refreshment to another man's wife tending the home fires in eager anticipation of her own true warrior's return. Now sister, I urge you to take up a similar vigil of womanly compassion for the brave soldiers of our own dear North Carolina. Commit yourself to their care for I am sure that they each long to provide for you just as my own young officer has provided for me. In this way we give them what they most desire in this dark time for our country. That is a sure reminder of the good things that are awaiting them at home when this horrible war that they are fighting so desperately is over. Do not fear to be alone with any one of our brave soldiers, they are all perfect gentlemen. I would not trouble Papa with informing him of the breaking of the usual taboo of being alone with a man. It is after all for the good cause and I am certain that he would be for it. Again, I urge you to make yourself available to the troops for their comfort at the soonest opportunity. For myself, I have arranged for the garrison officers to each pay a visit to Hazel Park at their earliest convenience. With so many dashing soldiers calling upon me I have no fear of the war that is raging outside the Valley. Also, Millicent the young negress that Papa gave to me sends her regards to her mother and brothers and sisters. Please pass this greeting on when next you speak with Momma Jammy. She is a darling treasure. She threw an absolute snit when I sent the invitations and frowns when the soldiers call on us, but I secretly think that she wishes she too could provide similar comfort for our boys in gray. Why, she positively blushed too her dark hair when I told her about the captain's sausage and later I could hear her in her quarters play acting out the afternoon as if it had happened to her. Kiss Mama and Papa. Your sister in a new land, Connie Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 02 All of the people and names included are fictitious. None of these people existed either now or in 1862. ***** At an estate sale in 2012 I purchased a writing desk that I planned to restore. Locked in one of the drawers I found these personal letters. With some research I was able to identify some corroborating documents in the National Archives which I will include at the appropriate time. It is my belief that these letters should be shared with the public and are a valuable resource in understanding the lives of our ancestors. The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. 37 Orange Plank Road, A..., North Carolina April 2nd, 1862 Constance W... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Dear Connie, Mama was overjoyed at the news of your safe arrival and Papa too. I believe that he still has doubts as to the suitableness of your Mr. W..., though I do think the name is a fit description for you. We were so excited to receive your letter that we all gathered in the parlor to hear me read it out loud not realizing at first the personal nature of your correspondence. I managed to pass over the more intimate parts of your narrative. Papa snorted at the presumption of the war department and proclaimed loudly that, and I quote, "Win this war and we will have another government to overthrow." Mama was more suspicious at the gaps and later compelled me to show her the letter in its entirety. I read your letter three times to myself after retiring to the privacy of our, I mean, my room. You were always a forward girl and I blushed at the account of the scandalous way you walked unescorted with the soldier. I must remember that as mistress of the manor, you must provide hospitality even when all the rules of social graces cannot be followed. Still, the shamelessness caused a heat to rise in my very loins. Edward T... continues to come calling. He asks after your health, but less frequently each time as he presses Papa about me instead. I would rather mate with a damn Yankee! He has been attached to the recruiter's office, but spends more time making social calls and bragging about the deserters he is on the lookout for than filling the ranks with new units. The assignment seems fit for him as I doubt he could find the dangerous end of a musket. I do not know if I can make myself so daring as you. The very thought causes me to tremble. I have no wish to deprive our valiant warriors of any kindness that I might do, though. I feared that no opportunity would present itself; however, providence interceded. The Warren house was converted into a convalescence home for the wounded. Soldiers arrive by ambulance and remain until they are fit for duty or healthy enough to return home. I presented myself to the surgeon in charge that very first week. Sweet sister, the wreck Union weapons make on our fair boys is beyond my poor ability to describe. Every night I cry myself to sleep as I offer up prayers to the Almighty for their recovery. I feared that changing bandages and cleaning wounds would be all the comfort that I would be allowed to provide. Fortune turned my way just this last week though. There is a young Texan in my ward who could not be any older than I. He has earnest blue eyes under a tassel of tow hair. He is well formed and will be a fine husband when he returns home, which will be soon, for his injury has permanently shortened his leg. He will limp badly I'm afraid. He received a letter from home and as he could not read asked me to convey the contents to him. It was from his girl he said as he produced a picture of a homey waif with pigtails in a calico dress from his breast pocket. I must say those Texan's are a direct and plain spoken people. I blushed at your letter, but the things she wrote were so graphic as not to bear repeating. I found myself fidgeting like a school girl trying to get some relief on my overheating fanny. The words were having a similar effect on my ruddy Texan. I could see him stiffening to attention. The hospital gowns allowed for considerable freedom of movement and he was taking advantage of that by saluting vigorously. I was afraid that he might hurt himself, perhaps even throw himself from the cot so I offered to assist him. He said that my ministrations would always be welcome. I instructed him to lie still as I finished his letter. The details of her affection for him had given me a lesson. Though I found sitting difficult in the moist puddle collecting under me I dutifully resumed the salute of the flagpole he had begun. My hands could barely grasp the intended muscle, being large and knotty. I worked with a steady stroke that I dare say he found much preferable to his own fevered pace. It was clear that my deft massage of his straining appendage brought him immeasurable relief as he repeatedly informed me that it felt good and pleaded with me not to stop. Stopping was the furthest thing from my mind! Fearing that he was coming to some harm because the heat I felt in my fingers I pulled aside the bed covering to gain a better examination of his need. The young man was swollen to bursting and was an angry purple in my grasp. He pressed me to continue and assured me that his sweet Pauline had many times performed similar service for him, which I well could believe. I bent closer as he informed me that he was very nearly at an end. With a great rush of air he spent himself then collapsed with a sigh content and relieved. I was surprised by the sudden explosion and could not avoid being spattered due to my proximity. It splashed in my face, hair, eyes, across my apron and some even in my mouth. In my shock I swallowed reflexively and found it to be creamy with a salty taste. Hurriedly, I cleaned him to soft moans, the floor and what I could of myself. Not having placed the privacy screen before undertaking the reading the other patients in my ward saluted me with a cheer for the noble service I had rendered to their fellow soldier. All to a man begged me to visit them next to read and massage the wounds of war away. I was overcome with tender regard for these men. I promised that I would do all that I could in their service, then wiped more from my cheek with my finger and licked it clean to roars of approval. I am satisfied that even in my quiet home front that I too will be able to aid our boys as you are. Momma Jammy fairly swooned at word from her daughter. She warns that her Millie avoid any lay about bucks with easy smiles and to remember that she is a proper house slave now. She scolded me something awful for the stain on my petticoat from the hospital. I paid her no mind as I was in a hurry to relieve the flaming itch that caused me much discomfort sitting at his side. I miss how we would rub each other when in similar distress. I can never quite reach the same spots you could. Following in your footsteps, Annabelle Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 03 All of the people and names included are fictitious. None of these people existed either now or in 1862. ***** Hazel Park E..., Virginia Tuesday April 29th, 1862 Miss Annabelle B..., Orange Plank Road A..., North Carolina Dear Annabelle, I was much encouraged by your letter. There is a wonderful feeling of kinship knowing that we each are engaged in similar endeavors for the sake of our country. Your protestations wrung hollow in my ears for I know from personal experience with what abandon you commit yourself to the causes you hold dear. I know those soldiers will recover quickly and eagerly attest to you their ability on your behalf. Cheer them on so that they know their efforts are dear to you and all of us tender women. Papa will always complain about the way things are. We should be grateful that he does or we would never hear from him at all! He has his paper mill and firebrand newsprint to keep him happy. As I am required to manage the estate here at Hazel Park the intricacies of business are being revealed to me. I believe that after this war there will be a different way of doing business that requires a partnership with labor. My plans have met with opposition from my darling's spinster sister. In this only I fault my husband, that he hung this millstone on me. We have an interest in an apple press that I am taking over in town to further some ideas I have about community access. The invitations were a great success. Each officer accepted and they have all paid social calls as well as professional visits. They may not be born gentlemen but they have put on the coat of gentility. During the day I always have an escort to conduct my business and have no want of company in the evening. Miss Gertrude scowls all through dinner and I am on the verge of banishing her from the company. Why she has even gone so far as to accuse our guest of lascivious desires. I was mortified and had considerable difficulty in making amends as Lieutenant Conrad's honor was much deflated. I feel that I will have to find some other accommodations for my sister. You remember how I told you Millicent had clucked at my behavior and that I felt she had secret desires of her own. Well, two weeks ago a Major touring on inspection was pleased to call and take advantage of our hospitality. We had enjoyed an early meal and strolled about the grounds to digest our food and establish a more pleasant mood. Millie accompanied us carrying some refreshment. The Major was recounting the victory our boys achieved over the bluecoats at Bull Run and then favored me with some poetry before complimenting me on the beauties of Hazel Park. I could see that we no longer required liquid refreshment and I sent Millie away to the house. A light breeze began and we stepped into the shelter of the rose pavilion. The Major is a tall broad shouldered soldier with smooth cheeks and a handsome moustache. Finding that he was still peckish and that there were delicacies here he nibbled on some. The way his whiskers moved in a swirl as he ate caused me to giggle and then laugh. His appetite rising anew I prepared to offer him a more satisfying morsel. I have found that the traditional hoops worn for entertaining are an impediment and have resorted to petticoats exclusively. I advise you to do likewise. Therefore, I had no trouble granting him access to my store of sweets. He was a well-endowed specimen with a large appetite that I feared I would not be able to satisfy. He had no sooner begun at the spread that I made for him then we heard the unmistakable gasp of a lurking observer. The Major hastily collected himself and apprehended the skulker. It was none other than my Millicent. I had to intercede to prevent the Major from shooting her on the spot. Then seeing the terror in her heaving bosom and smelling the heavy scented air he discerned that she was filled with excitement. Instead, he took her forcefully by the arm and brought her to the barn. He informed me that the army dealt with spies by use of the spread eagle. Millie had gone pale and I was intrigued. Using leather thongs he bound Millie facing the wheel of my chase. Exposing her back, he began chastising her with the horse whip for disobeying my instructions. As the punishment continued her rent dress sagged more until the rounded curve of her Nubian buttocks was exposed. This became the target of the Major's aim. She tried desperately not to cry out and was soon reduced to tear filled whimpers. I could see his muscle flexing with each blow. My own heat was astonishingly high at the sight of my servant's chastisement. I have never felt so moved by the unclad visage of the female form as I did that night witnessing the sweet torment inflicted on her dark flesh. Rather than let her come to harm as he became more enraged and to teach her the proper respect for her betters I offered to let him use a heavier staff on her unprotected bottom. Taking my meaning and seeing the benefits to himself as well as for her instruction he took out his long pole. I generously applied several coatings of lubricant all along the massive shaft especially to the blunt end to prevent tearing of her skin. He then took his place directly behind her and forcefully applied his tool to her quivering buttocks. She gave a sharp cry, but then subsided into grateful thank you's as he repeatedly pounded her. I was overcome by the intensity of it all and had to sit down and rub the tension out of myself. The Major acted the gentleman and forgave my poor Millicent by filling her with warm cream when he was done. The Major took his leave and I brought Millie to her room. I dare say that she has been the most useful of girls now. I find that she is indispensable when I am entertaining and I keep her with me throughout. She has an intuitive feel for what the guest needs at any moment and has provided service that I am incapable of. Tell Momma Jammy that her girl will keep herself from any low class negro workmen as she has found much satisfaction in her present duties. Tell Mama I run things just the way she taught me. Avoid that nave Edward T... at all costs. Present yourself for your service at the hospital with all eagerness and perseverance as the men will most surely wear you out utterly. If you can visit; please come. Expectantly Anticipating, Connie Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 04 All of the people and names included are fictitious. None of these people existed either now or in 1862. ***** I included both of these letters together as they were dated together. ***** The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. ***** Hazel Park E..., Virginia Saturday May 10th, 1862 Major Hastings Regimental Headquarters 1st Virginia Battalion F..., Virginia Dear Sir, Thank you, Sir, for your visit to my home during your tour of the Valley. I am doubly confident in my safety thanks to your assurances. I look forward to the regular visits from our brave boys in the weeks ahead and I assure you that their every need will be satisfied as far as it is within my power or the ability of my staff to provide. I have secured the apple press in E... for my own purposes, and I expect the conversion to individual rooms as well as a gentleman's taproom to be completed shortly. Please tell your officers that they are welcome here and that temporary lodging can be arranged at their expense. They can also make appointments for individual services on the premises or by messenger. Of course, you, Major, are always welcome at my home whenever you are in the area. It may be of interest to you that my servant Millicent has been a model of decorum since your visit. She wished me to convey her utmost gratitude to you for your manly intrusion. For myself, your enormity took my breath away. I too would be glad to once again enjoy you. If an opening can be found for you the pleasure would be all mine. The authorization you so generously secured for me to trade in goods and services has bourn considerable fruit. I have been able to take in three younger sisters cast adrift and give them shelter and purpose as well as purchase essential discreet domestic servants. I know this last bit will be of interest to you. I expect the arrival of a mulato free woman from New Orleans, whose services I was able to negotiate, within the month to assume a position of importance in my establishment. Your Intimate Servant, Mrs. Constance W... ***** Hazel Park Saturday May 10th, 1862 E..., Virginia Captain Thomas W..., Army of Northern Virginia, 13th Virginia Cavalry, 37th Battalion Virginia Cavalry, Company E Dear Brother, It is a great comfort to me that you have been spared up to this time any harrowing experience. Though I know that you will acquit yourself with all satisfaction to your unit and to the admiration of our fellow Virginians and me, it is best to not be in harm's way. When the time comes I feel confident you will play the man. Thank you for providing the names of the men you are serving with. You do know how I love to pray for those entrusted to our care. It is a matter of deep spiritual concern that I write you now. I fear that the LORD has some horrible design for you. In all things you have shown yourself to be guided by the fine principles of integrity delivered to us in holy writ up to this time. Your personal devotions and demonstrable faith has been a comfort to me and an example to others of less stalwart hope. Many a reprobate has been confronted by his Savior through your example. That is why I am un-nerved by the apparent wrath of the LORD toward you made manifest by the presence in our parent's home of that ill-begotten strumpet that is now your wife. Brother, she is a veritable Jezebel. I dare say she would lay with the anti-Christ himself. It is my sad duty to inform you that Miss Constance B... has not kept her marriage vows. She has dis-honored herself by committing unspeakable acts of carnal wantonness with weak minded heathen masquerading as gentlemen officers. I would gladly presume that these are errant boys left without proper spiritual guidance tempted and consumed by this adulterous woman, but the enthusiasm in which they throw themselves into the pit bespeaks of their own lost condition. I have myself confronted her in this matter. Thomas, she will literally take them into her mouth! I saw her do so on more than one occasion. And she will not keep faith with even one, rather displaying her goods to the next that same night. She has been plowed more in the three months she has been your bride than the corn field by the river in the last decade. This is tragic news I know. Be not ashamed for He who knows our state has not left us without remedy. Cast the harlot out! Notify Sidney Green to file papers of annulment. She must not have any share with the children of promise. "What part does darkness have with light or Bilial with the LORD." I will take measures to restrain her gluttony and preserve our inheritance. Dearest Thomas, I have groaned in your absence. With fondness I recall the quiet companionship we shared before. The manly tenderness you showed me after our parent's passing comforted me during that dark hour. Your haunted, eager face hovering over me in the dark when I awoke suddenly from some terror of the mind to find you already there holding me has continued to comfort me. I long to be there with you in your tent to hold you now as you read this letter carrying the news of your dis-honor. I would hold you to my bosom. Pray for me also brother. I am trapped in a shrine to Baal. I cannot shut out the noise of sinful play. The profane and vulgar utterances she and her paramours cry out assault my ears and contaminate my mind as I witness her lewdness. I am overcome. Afterward, I continue to lay awake in the small hours, sleep eluding me, as the images continue to pass before my eyes. I fear that I am in jeopardy in this din of sin. Temptation is all around me. I can feel the urges in side of me. Pray for me! One thing more, the negro girl she brought with her has shown herself to be of the same spirit as her mistress. She may even be a source of the obscene happenings. Some three weeks ago I spied her leading one of our valiant men, a major or colonel I think, dumbstruck to the barn with her mistress in tow. She was clearly in charge. I approached the barn where we keep the chase on stealthy feet. I saw them in the midst of unspeakable rites. She had bewitched him, unclothed him and turned his mind to that of a beast. He drooled and growled. Constance sat at his feet and serviced his manhood, she too being under a spell. I could not see clearly, but I believed that I saw the materialization of a fiend from the pit. It entered the man and then he thrust himself in an unnatural way into the girl. Instead of being injured, she reveled in the offence. At the conclusion they returned to the house, Constance being guided in a trance by the witch, and the officer shambled away as one who is senseless. I only barely managed to regain the house without being discovered. I included a parcel with new socks and suspenders as well as an itemization of the expenses she has incurred. Fear not in the face of the Canaanite for the LORD fights for you this day. Drive the infidel from our beloved Virginia and come home to me whole. Your Devoted Sister, Gertrude W... Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 05 The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. ***** 37 Orange Plank Road A..., North Carolina The LORD's Day June 1, 1862 Mrs. Constance W... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Dear Connie, I fear for us all in this awful war. We are much agitated at the news from Tennessee concerning the Yankee victory at Shiloh. The casualty lists seemed endless. All the beds are full at the Warren Hospital. There are rumors that the invaders will turn east to Nashville then on to Chattanooga and could be in North Carolina by spring or even late winter. I cannot imagine living in such close proximity to the Union as you do. Are you not frightened? Papa says that the Union will never allow the Confederacy to coexist with them. Therefore, we must take measures to not only repel them, but to utterly crush them and bring the North to an end or be prepared to live in servitude as the negros. We expect requisitioning will be implemented by Jefferson Davis shortly. Edward has said as much during some of his visits and that the local recruitment office will take charge of that. He was much puffed up about his importance when he came calling and was closeted with father much of the time. I think it was about the things Papa writes. I could never consent to such a match and I am sure he knows it. I do not think an idle woman would give him fair exchange. There will be an ugly row if that gentleman does come for the gray mare. My duties at the hospital keep me there from earliest morning to well past dark. I cannot believe the human body can suffer so much and still retain its humanity. Some of these boys are barely recognizable as men after the surgeon has finished his gruesome work. Most of the patients in my ward are so engaged in surviving that any frivolity would be lost on them. This is convenient as I am already covered-up with dressing wounds; changing bandages, clothes and sheets; and feeding the injured. Instead, I take care to select lightly wounded or nearly recovered men for manual manipulation. As of now there are some five or six men I regularly visit. This is how I arrange my visits. Once or twice a day, never more than three times, usually in the early morning before the doctors arrive or late after the evening meal and final rounds, I will position a privacy screen around the foot of the bed and to either side of the man. Customarily they expect me to come read their mail, as many of them are unskilled in their letters, or to read from some collection of speeches the local brothers have left for their edification. I have several favorites and they look forward to my visits with visible anticipation. Once everything is in place I open the letter or book and place it on a side trey across the bed from me. As I read I can see the excitement build in them. Not wanting any re-injury and because of the necessity for unrestricted blood flow I will draw back the covers to expose any swelling taking place. My brave boys never fail to present me with rigid attention. Most are in hospital gowns and I am able to easily expose any inflammation, but if they are still in their uniforms I will hastily remove their belt and confining trousers. I must frequently lay hold of the man to restrain him from casting himself from the bed in his excitement. I get a firm grip on him and use rhythmic compressions. Often he is warm to the touch and very firm. There have been a great variety in my soldiers and all of them have impressed me with their stature. Some are broad and some are long. I find lubrication allows me the optimum measure of control and comfort for the soldier. Sometimes I will simply spit on the inflammation while at other times I find slathering with my tongue is more rewarding. Always they reward my ministrations with a powerful release. Due to the need to maintain a sterile environment I will collect all that I can of the sticky ejaculate. I make sure that I clean up completely. The satisfaction from showing compassion to these men is creamy sweet or tangy and salty but always a delicious libation. Sweet ritual had taken root when providence intervened again. I was asked to report to the chief surgeon's office yesterday. I stood in the middle of his office as he examined me from head to toe. He asked me if I liked working here and if I enjoyed my work as well as the patients. I of course said yes. He then revealed that he knew of the personal services I performed for the men. He said that he had watched me that very morning and had done so for a week. Then he demanded to know if my compassion extended to only the wounded. I instantly assured him that I had compassion for all men, he being handsome and fine featured I begged to be allowed to treat his throbbing organ. He stood up from behind his desk and I could see that he was exposed for my inspection. It seemed to go on forever, more than ten inches I should imagine, I could see that I would need to thoroughly lubricate him if I was to take it all. I cast myself to my knees and he gave himself to me liberally. He was vigorous in his use of me. Though I tried, choking on my failure, I could not handle him all and his reward was delivered in pulsing spasms to my face. Despite my inadequacy, he praised my effort and told me to continue with the men as well as a weekly visit to his office for advanced medical instruction. So you see dear sister that your trust in my abilities is not unfounded. Mama has again read your letter in full. Thank you for inviting me to Hazel Park. Papa was against my going, but Mama prevailed upon him. He is adorable when she stubbornly insists on her way. He just hangs his head and mutters about getting his due. I love him so. I will travel with a bulk paper delivery to Roanoke, then travel by carriage the remainder of the way. There is some question about traveling companions to be sorted out so plan for two or three. Expect us the last week of July. I can barely stand the thought of being parted from my dear boys, but I look forward to learning how you handle your estate. Tell Millie that her Momma cries with every word from her and that she must remember that she belongs to a sophisticated lady now and she isn't a scullery maid any longer. Kiss her for me. In Eager Anticipation, Annabelle Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 06 Here I have combined three documents of related material between Constance and her husband Thomas. Less explicit than most, they clearly reveal the intimacy shared between the principals as well as salient points that will be revealed later. The Editor ***** The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. ***** June 18th, 1862 Two weeks ago General Jackson secured two victories over the Yankees north in the Valley. Thank God for him. The field office was requisitioned for a temporary hospital and they bivouacked in the fallow field nearby. I was able to secure a small profit on raw war materials during that time which gives me the idea that I can take advantage of the wartime industry with some shrewd business purchases if I can obtain contracts on finished goods. The Apple press was not fully operational, but I was able to serve refreshments and let out rooms to officers even if I was not able to provide entertainment. Major H... temporarily headquartered in the study until F... R... was secure. That man has the stamina of an elephant and an organ to match. I was late to breakfast every morning and my bed requires shoring up. Thankfully, Millie engaged his services on two separate occasions otherwise I might not have been able to walk. My young ladies provided excellent nursing assistance to the surgeons, though I believe they engaged in some independent oral examinations at fee. I would rather they provided themselves gratis to establish a market and a reputation. I will have to correct that misconception. Miss Simone has not yet arrived. I am worried. I will have to seek alternatives for my madam. Gertrude was a marvel of industriousness in caring for the wounded and making local arraignments for resupply. If I send her as my representative to Richmond I stand a very good chance of gaining those contracts and she will no longer be offended by my nocturnal pleasures. She has her eye on Millie always. ***** The Journal of Captain Thomas Whiteside June 18th, 1862 Temporary encampment at Mechanicsville. I received word to prepare my men to move out in the morning. We will be moving into position to oppose Gen. McClellan approaching from the southeast. He is threatening Richmond. I am deeply troubled by the nature of Gertrude's letter. I had hoped that Connie's presence would act to relieve some of her excessive prudishness, perhaps even becoming more than just sisters. Her accusations border on the fantastic; her language and vivid illustrations bespeak of one whose mind is at least overwrought if not demented and caused considerable personal discomfort. Connie is in every way a true Southern Lady and I have heard from some men from E... how she is tender toward them. The images and memory of that night when I came to her, that I had thought forgotten, are still cherished fantasies of less than chaste affection between us. The graphic descriptions have aroused me. I will slip into Richmond tonight to visit Mabel's Tavern to slip into someone. The other officers are sure that this will be a minor skirmish; McClellan always retreats. ***** Army of Northern Virginia 13th Calvary Brigade 16th Battalion Virginia Calvary Company E July 5th, 1862 M... H..., Virginia Mrs. Constance W... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Darling Constance, I am alive and unharmed. The struggle here near Richmond was grave and we were hard pressed by the blue coats. We have prevailed this day and will every day as long as Bobby Lee is in command with his Stonewall on the flank. The boys of the Valley gave 'em hell. There is no more terrible furnace of perdition than assaulting artillery. The ground turned liquid all around us like the sea foaming on breakers. My horse stumbled once then again and I thought I would go down, but she regained her footing. The air was filled with the sound of buzzing flies whose sting would be death and a great whistling song accompanied our charge of destruction. Then we were among them dealing death to every side. During that most hellish ride, I saw only your lovely porcelain visage before my eyes. In my heart I pledged to not fall here or to any Yankee weapon, but to return to you, my Constance, and I feel certain the LORD will hear. Too few times we lay together in the quiet predawn embracing. It seems that with every passing day the memory of you grows more distant like the remembrance of a painting once seen as a child. I do not want to lose you. I fear for your safety more than my own. Do not venture far from town lest you fall prey to marauders. Gertrude has written to me. Her concerns have me troubled. I had hoped that the two of you would have grown close; instead it seems that a rivalry is building. I do not accuse you for I know my sister's way of keeping her own council. Do not be overly troubled by her manner. If you can find some project or other activity that she can concentrate on she will be happy. When we were younger, after our parent's passing, she would often wake at night from strange and unseemly nightmares. I feel her excitable nature and puritanical ways are the result of that early tragedy. Perhaps you can find some way for her to bring presents from Hazel Park to me. Then I could reason with her. Also, I had hoped to arrange a match for her with some independent gentleman or man of the cloth so she could find some grace in keeping a home. This war has made wreck of that. You could try your hand. I have confidence in your sweet judgment. The days in camp are pleasant. At first we drilled constantly, but now we only parade in the morning and the rest of the day is more relaxed. Most of our time is spent in camp. When the order is given we must rush to the place of battle. The first to arrive has the advantage and prepares breastworks to repel the other side, though that advantage is mitigated for them by our superior cavalry. Then there is the day or two of mindless terror; finally, a return to the peace of camp life in a new location. Here, the officers like to enter the town in the early evening. There are some few establishments that have sprung up to cater to the rough and ready character of the horse soldier. They offer gaming and refreshments as well as more carnal delights that a gentleman would not lower himself to. I have myself, settled in for a game of cards at one lively haunt, the Crimson Doll. Allegedly it is run by a dragon lady from the mysterious orient. The ruse works well on the junior officers from dirt farms and the frontier, but we gentlemen know that it is a light skinned mulatto, named Mistress Simone, painted after the fashion of the East. She is not even the real owner. I play cards with him. He found her in New Orleans and stole her away from some country squire, I'm told. She plays the part well and has not been averse to giving some free show of her wares when the mood is right and the pump needs priming. She will sit in the lap of a likely mark raising her skirts as she does so that her bare bottom rests upon his concealed dagger. Then she will make much and frivolous display of animation over his conversation all the while rubbing, grinding and bouncing upon his thickening skewer. Soon and without fail the lad blushes and hastily secures a room upstairs. Simone substitutes one of the other bauds as he does so. They are always too anxious to quibble about the exchange in their haste. And haste they make for she will not desist until he has ventured a room or released where he sits. I have gained a reputation as a skilled player and amassed a tidy sum for my personal use. Many with the means have moved into town away from camp and closer to the bauds, or secured promotions, or new assignments away from the fighting, or even discharge. Some officers have undertaken entrepreneurship in war supplies. They are looking for a quick fortune by taking advantage of negligent government purchasing agents. I believe that there is more of a market for genuine suppliers that can be sustained even after the war. I plan to retain a house in Richmond as I investigate the opportunities here. My darling, I will send for you when I find a place suitable for a lady. Then we can greet each other as we did on our wedding night. I ache for the natural intimacy of lovers whose hearts are joined as one. Their every thought shared and the giving and receiving of pleasure normal and wonderful. The tender parting kisses bestowed upon my cheek and I upon your thighs continue to fill my dreams and hand. How can you survive the dark lonely nights? Here I can fill my loneliness with camaraderie and carousing, but you are confined to that distant hill with only womanly company and a cold bed. Do you recall as I do in the solitude of our bed chamber how I pressed into you? Do you taste once again the mingled flavor of our sweat and juices? Or do you put the thought far from you to keep the agony of separation at bay? Your True Man, Capt. Thomas Whiteside Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 07 The names and addresses have been changed to protect the reputations of the descendants. ***** Army of Northern Virginia 13th Calvary Brigade 16th Battalion Virginia Calvary Company E July 5th, 1862 M... H..., Virginia Hazel Park E..., Virginia Trudee, My Treasure, My heart is grievously wounded for your sake. Remember that we are brother and sister for all our days; be comforted in my undying affection for you. It is right and proper for me to seek an advantageous match to carry on our heritage and to secure an heir for Hazel Park. I would have done this even had our parents survived. Constance is a fine lady. She comes from a good family with their own property. In a financial sense she can only add to the legacy I will bequeath to our children. Your own interests have been attested to in Father's estate and cannot be touched. You are a woman of means. If Constance has ideas about advancing the concerns of Hazel Park you would do well to promote her success and I feel it would be to your advantage to even join your own resources to ours. As far as Constance's behavior is concerned, I have the utmost trust in her discernment, discretion and compassion. It is unseemly for you to tattle as a small child about others. There is no reason to doubt my dear Connie's felicity. Your accusations of misconduct betray an ulterior motive to discredit a woman of sophistication and dignity. I will hear no more unsubstantiated rumormongering! Constance is not your better; she is your peer unless you show yourself to be her inferior. I truly feel that this outburst is a misguided expression of a natural concern for my safety. Be not afraid. I will come home to you both. You will never be disposed of your inheritance nor of my affection. During this tragic time in our nation's life it is the steadfast diligent industriousness of her people that will restore her fortunes afterward. In this it would be well for you to engage in some project or charity by which you establish your own pre-eminence in the community. Where ever I am stationed there has been some woman of dignity championing the cause of charity and community. She is everywhere thought of and sought after for her council. In many cases she has been instant with support for the troops even before our arrival. I urge you to do likewise and elevate the name of W... and our beloved Hazel Park in the country's estimation. This war will not continue forever and when it is done men that are currently serving will assume the offices of state and chart the next chapter in our history. Only those whose reputations are untarnished by mean spirited pettiness and aloof disinterest will be called upon. If you bear me any love at all you will endeavor to secure this future for me. There is still a future for us. The comfort we have shared in no way has passed away because of my new circumstance. Recall the many nights that we danced and played for our parents; how I pretended to be a great leader and you imagined yourself a worldly beauty. That was not far from the truth. Lovely you have always been. Momma delighted to dress you in the latest fashions and the ones from France were my favorites. How daring you would be when you curtsied and would withdraw your fan to reveal an immodest décolletage. I never tired of peering at your cleavage. The cinched waists accentuated the womanly roundness of your hips. Remember how I would draw you tightly to me and Momma would chide me for my boorish behavior and make me release you. I know you could feel the earnestness in which I held you close. Once again we will stroll the grounds together after entertaining and talk of private things in stolen whispers and furtive touches. It is from you that I first learned about the tender compassion shared between man and woman. I still thrill to your touch on my arm. When you awoke that night I had come to your room to look at you after our parents passing; it was through you that I learned what beauty is. Though we both had attained our maturity at eighteen, I worried for your delicate nature. I needed to see what all those layers of perfumed lace and satin concealed. You had thrown the quilt from you and lay tangled in your nightgown. I could see you were dreaming something passionate and in my own over-stimulated state imagined it was one of our stories that we would tell each other after the practice parties. I thought then that it would be possible to actually live one. I imagined myself a dashing rogue come to the oppressed princess' boudoir. Tenderly I sunk to my knees next to you and clutched your hand. I kissed it, yet you did not awake. Fearing that the tangle of clothes may strangle you, I gently pulled your limbs free and lifted the garment about your shoulders. That was the first time that I ever fully viewed a woman. I was amazed. Your breasts appeared to be firm pools of finest cream with small rosebuds on top. Without thinking I then lowered your knickers. The down covered mound between your thighs aroused a throbbing sensation in my loins. I thought that you must be cold and I could warm you with my own body. I lifted my own nightshirt and lay on you. The pulsing hardness between my own legs nestled firmly between yours. I kissed you. I kissed your neck. Still you did not awake and continued to dream. I kissed your breasts and sweeter kisses I have not found. Your legs became less tightly closed, whether from my kisses or your dream I do not know. My hard flesh came in contact with the wet source of your heat and pressed forward. It was the tearing resistance that awoke you. I was grateful that you were comforted by my presence after suddenly awaking from your dream that you did not notice the pouring of my essence into your belly. I was terrified, but you comforted me with tender words of gratitude. Remember that gratitude now. Know that it is as much for you that I will survive this war and that I am coming home to you also. In Tender Regard, Your Loving Brother, Tommy Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 08 During the late summer of 1862 the W... family experienced a flurry of activity that is overlapping and interconnected. Each of the principals contributed observations and insights concerning the nature and implications of the events. I have here included several, by no means all of the correspondences, for the reader's edification and as an interlude to future intrigues. The Editor ***** The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. ***** Department of War First Division F... R... Shenandoah Valley Regimental Headquarters Home Defense Colonel B... To: The people of F... R..., Woodstock, Winchester, Luray, Mt. Jackson, Strasburg, Timberville, Stanley, Shenandoah, Harrisonburg, E..., Grottoes, Crimora, Verona, Staunton, Waynesboro their environs communities and villages: By order of General Joseph E. Johnston all requisitions of war materials, goods and supplies will be paid in bullion at a rate to be determined by local leadership consisting of mayors, town council, business leaders or, where local governance is absent, estate holders or their duly appointed representatives. No more than one third of any privately held property can be purchased from any one individual and no more than one fifth of said goods can be confiscated in the most extreme circumstance with all such seizures to be paid at a rate three times the established norm. Foraging in the area known as "the Valley" defined as the area between mountain ranges east and west drained by the South Fork of the Shenandoah River from W... to Waynesboro inclusive is forbidden. Contracts for war materials will be awarded first to enterprises originating from the Valley. Said contracts will be guaranteed and will be adjusted to match the best possible price attained by all suppliers. Forced quartering in landed estates of more than five acres is prohibited. Any damage incurred by the citizenry due to troop movements in the area will be compensated at the three times rate after review. All damages and losses incurred by the people from banditry, desertion, marauding or other lawlessness is to be compensated at five times the normal rate at the discretion of the local judiciary. Such deprivations caused by lack of military oversight will be subject to a ten percent penalty over the said award. All local business' will be under local jurisdiction and are entitled to full protection from the armies of Virginia against all restrictions to business local or at large. Signed this 23rd day of July, 1862 ***** (Gertrude's diary) Thursday July 25th, 1862 God have mercy on me. This cannot be true. My own brother has violated me! How can this be? Has he deceived me all these years? How can he have such unwholesome thought s about me? HE RAPED ME! He accuses me of leading him on, of having invited his lustful advances. Did I? I enjoyed his companionship and his tender affections. Was that an invitation? And he thinks that I want more. Oh, miserable wretch that I am. I am soiled, no better than the sullied scullery maids that offer themselves on the altar of Bacchus when their employers are not watching. He has done this to me. Degrading me in the eyes of man and God, I am undone. I cannot face the shame. And is it true? Have I wanted unnatural relations with my own brother? I do draw comfort from his powerful embraces. How could I not notice the thickening in his waistband? Have I deceived myself? It must be true. I am an incestuous wretch. I have wanted him. Wanted a repeat of that accursed night. Didn't I say as much in my letter? No wonder he felt secure in revealing his desire. It is not Constance that is the hussy, it is I. I am utterly cast out! ***** Hazel Park E..., Virginia August 8th, 1862 Captain Thomas W..., Army of Northern Virginia, 13th Virginia Cavalry, 37th Battalion Virginia Cavalry, Company E My Darling Thomas, Your letter was a comfort to me. I trust in your word and look to that time when we can once again embrace in the sunlight of peace. I will have no fear on your account and will offer my own assurances that I will not expose myself nor hazard my integrity bodily to low characters. The description of battle was nearly more than I could bear. My heart was in my throat. How are any of you able to stand it? Last week my sister Annabelle along with my Mother and a young man from Papa's paper mill named Tyree arrived. The sight of Annabelle restored my spirits which had become low from a thwarted business venture. The presence of my Mother was quite unexpected and I very swooned from the excitement. She is so dear to me. They will be staying the month or six weeks but will leave before the weather turns. Where I had been feeling overcome by the many demands upon my time I now feel renewed. My sister has made herself available to the surgeons and daily spends some time ministering to the wounded. I have heard nothing but praise for her natural ability. Mother has consented to review some of the enterprises I have undertaken and I feel sure that she will be able to offer sound advice for increasing my access and decreasing my exposure. The young man, Tyree, keeps close to Mama, but will occasionally venture into town for his own pleasure. A negro boy accompanied them and Millie has set him to learning the ins and outs of the household routine. She is very thorough and requires his presence with her frequently. The apple press is now a going concern and we are seeing a handsome return. I must spend too much time there overseeing, but Mama has begun taking a more active hand there. She is well liked by the clientele being still a fine figure of a woman. When the taproom is full she will often spend the night there handling the service herself rather than return after dark. This does cause Tyree some consternation for his concern for Mama is genuine. The news of your aspirations toward government contracting is music to my ears. Even at this great distance we share our thoughts for I have also seen where such a profit can be had. While I will not burden you with the details I will say make what arrangements you can for manufacturing finished goods and I will provide the raw material. In this way we can double our profit on the same resources. Guard yourself from too much excess. The leisure habit can sap your drive and will expose you to all manner of unwholesome temptations. Look into the possibility of acquiring a relaxation establishment in Richmond, perhaps the Crimson Doll. Something peculiar happened with your sister. About the time of my sister's arrival Gertrude disappeared for three days. That is she made no appearance and with the guests I did not notice her absence. Fortunately she came to no harm. On the morning of the third day we were breakfasting on the veranda when she walked up in the company of one of the farm niggers. He was very respectful and smiled big at Gertrude. She thanked him for bringing her home and told him to go home. She was wearing a course homespun and it appeared that was all, her feet were bare. She smiled all around as I introduced her to our guests and showed a great deal of enthusiasm at meeting Tyree especially. Tyree is a handsome young man about standing six feet if he is an inch. He has sandy colored hair and is well muscled. I noticed that he watched Gertrude leave. Shortly, he excused himself and we all rose with the ladies joining me in the parlor to conference. I did not see Gertrude until dinner and she only appeared long enough to take a heavy laden plate back to her room. She had changed into a careless shift indifferently worn with her hair in shambles. I asked if she felt well or if I could attend to her, but she assured me that she had everything in hand. I have never seen her so careless of her appearance before. The next morning she had Tyree drive her into E... They were there all day. When they returned she hurried to her room. Mama intercepted Tyree, who was looking haggard, to question him about their whereabouts during the day. I feel that Mama was more than a little put off that he had not been available when she needed him. Gertrude called for him, but Mama sent Zed, the boy, in Tyree's place. Millie, I could see wanted to object, but held her tongue as she watched him head off to your sister's service. She kept him busy late into the night and into the morning as we could all discern from the loud commotion coming from her quarters. Fearing that something was amiss I sent the groom, Old Tom, to investigate. He returned some hours later worn to death from exertion on her behalf. Though her activities have abated somewhat, she still requires the frequent assistance of some man or another, and her demeanor toward the slaves has changed markedly. Previously, she had shown no recognition of them, now she is very solicitous toward them. What's more, she has insisted in being part of our business planning and daily will tour the grounds accompanied by one of the boys or spend the evening overseeing the Applepress after Mama returns home. Though her behavior is much more pleasant the sudden change has me perplexed. I think I will take your advice and send her to you when you are ready to address her needs. Dreaming of You, Connie ***** Hazel Park E..., Virginia August 15th, 1862 Cornelius B... 37 Orange Plank Road A..., North Carolina Dear Cornelius, The summer is wearing on and it will be time to return home soon before the weather turns. I am sure you received the acknowledgements for the paper delivery already. I recommend that you consider opening an office here in Western Virginia. My conversations with the local women lead me to believe that your editorials will be positively received. Furthermore, the low quality and infrequent publication suggests that some kind of syndicate can be formed that we can take advantage of. I will make a suggestion to Constance that Hazel Park may find such a venture partnership to her financial benefit. Speaking of Constance, she has shown herself to be an entrepreneur to be reckoned with. Her ideas on public service and access are novel. She has gone well past me in meeting the needs of her clientele. You should see her at work. My own proclivities pale compared to her appetites. Annabelle is equally adept, though her tendency is toward charitable service. I have tried to prevail upon her to restrain her generosity, but to no avail. The true wonder of the house is Thomas' sister, Gertrude. She prowls the estate like a hungry lioness. I have found her engaged in every activity. She shows herself an apt student and turns away no opportunity to increase in knowledge and experience. Disturbingly, she does not distinguish between men and negros. Because of her free ways I am encouraging Constance to send her away at the earliest opportunity. She has even taken advantage of Tyree's generous nature, much to my indignation. I have found myself unattended far too often due to this woman's predations. The frustration has threatened to become unendurable. I have had to resort to local help. Constance has made good show of it with that taproom of hers. It attracts a steady cliental. I have myself spent evenings there giving good service to officer and civilian alike. Their company was profitable but not overly satisfying. I must tell you that I am eager to return to your arms, my dear. No amount of sympathetic cheerfulness can surpass the great pleasure of being joined to you. You know my inner needs intuitively and only you quench the inner fire that rages in me for you. I'm sure that Momma Jammy will be glad to know that her daughter is held in the highest esteem of the gentlemen here. My love is for you, Beatrice ***** (Constance's diary) August 15, 1862 Much has transpired today. As Mama, Annabelle and I shared our observations from the previous day's carnal activities we noticed that our boys in gray frequently resorted to recounting their daring or harrowing exploits in the field in order to seduce my ladies into granting the fellows their favors. We all had a refreshing laugh that even Gertrude joined. Perhaps the men think they must exercise some initiative to feel in control of such things. Mama then remarked that her experience was that afterwards in the exhaustion of fulfilled gratification her gentlemen often shared details of upcoming battles that they anticipated taking part in. We all agreed that our experiences were similar. It was Gertrude that pointed out that they seemed to need some emotional comfort that exceed the physical that we had already enjoyed. Furthermore, she suggested that a natural Christian compassion toward these men would assuredly release a torrent of useful information. Mama then pointed out that information was a commodity resource also, if we could find the right market. We fell to an active strategy session where we determined how best to mine this new found resource. We have agreed that Mama and Annabelle should end their stay early and return to A... where Mama will organize a comfort station there amongst the wounded and couriers. Annabelle received a letter from her surgeon to inform her that he was being reassigned to Atlanta and she is desperate to return before he departs. Again, we agreed that with Papa's blessing, which Mama assured us that she would compel him to give, Annabelle should be married to him and accompany him to Atlanta where she would instigate information gathering there. Having already considered sending Gertrude to Richmond, we set plans for her departure within the week. She was most ecstatic to go. Next, we determined to offer services to the Union forces, I have in mind an apt young lady, Sarah H..., who shows little reservation. We occupied the remainder of the afternoon with details of the various operations, financing and travel. At the end, we were satisfied with all of our plans except how to communicate the acquired intelligence securely. Remarkably, Annabelle provided the solution. The Lady of the house will gather the gleanings of her girls and record them in the form of a supply order; then the order will be conveyed by one of my own traders to me here at Hazel Park where I will convert the information back into a usable form. Finally, I will then forward the information in a new form as business details of the hospitality house before sending it to my representative in the capital of choice. Only I will have the key to both codes as to insure its safety. We are all much encouraged by this new venture and expect much pleasure in its pursuit. Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 09 Hazel Park E..., Virginia August 20th, 1862 Brigadier K... Field Operations Camp Fort Cumberland Army of the Potomac W..., Virginia Dear General, I am certain that you are deeply engaged in the planning and implementing of war strategy to make a wreck of this fledgling Confederacy. But as you are also a son of Virginia through whose veins flows the spirit of independence, I appeal to you for a boon and propose an arraignment. So that you may know that I am in earnest I have sent to you my dear sister in marriage, Gertrude W..., and a trusted colleague, Sarah H..., to convey the intimate details of what I propose and to receive your answer, I pray in the affirmative. First, I propose that a place be set apart as neutral for the purpose of negotiation in the Valley where the reasonable matters of military administration and civilized warfare can be conducted. In this matter I offer myself, the amenities of Hazel Park and E... and the services of my staff and colleagues. It seems wise that E... and its environs to a distance of ten miles round be declared neutral with the agreement of both sides to refrain from moving troops through for any cause. I have already secured a similar assurance from Gen. Jackson's Adjutant which I enclose for your benefit. If you could assign a permanent attaché to represent the Union's interests here much headway could be made in negotiations toward the cessation of hostilities and humanitarian interests. Second, as I have been made aware of your personal interest in the well-being of your men, the boon I seek is that E... be preserved from occupation and set apart as a place of relaxation for your officers. There are many therapeutic and medicinal pools, springs and mud baths known for their restorative properties here. There is a fully staffed hotel where the men can play cards and relax from the horrors of the battlefield. A common room is attached that serves spirits where the guests can enjoy the company of the many friendly townspeople before retiring to their well appointed rooms. After you finish with this letter, Gertrude will explain in detail what I am offering and asking. She will take as much time as you require and Sarah is competent to entertain your staff and others as needed to win your favor. I await your reply, Mrs. Constance W... ***** Army of the Potomac Field Operations Camp Fort Cumberland General Staff Compound Adjutant to General K... W..., Virginia August 22nd, 1862 Mrs. Constance W... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Dear Mrs. W..., Col. A... has graciously agreed to carry this letter for me. The General has assigned him as the permanent Liaison to E... and Gertrude has agreed that he should be housed on the estate. She recommends that the Field Office be temporarily vacated and made available for his use. Your proposal has met with enthusiastic acceptance. Upon our arrival at the camp there was considerable apprehension as to our purpose there. The soldiers intended to imprison us as collaborators or worse; spies and assassins. They searched our belongings; scattering our garments on the muddy ground. Not satisfied with disposing us they seemed intent on giving us rough treatment as well. I was very frightened! At first there were only four soldiers that detained us, but as the incident grew more men approached until we were ringed by nine or more. They had begun making rude and ungentlemanly remarks and already suggestions as to what they would do to us. But, Miss Gertrude stood firm. As the first man placed his hands to her bodice, she began a scorching diatribe against them that made my ears ring. As you know, her reputation as a bible thumper is well earned. She gave them the whole book from Genesis to Revelation. Within fifteen minutes the fires of hell had risen out of the earth and scorched the sin right out of them. Gertrude waxed eloquent, proceeding to crucify Christ before their heathen eyes, and then raised Him from the tomb again. The men were on their knees openly weeping when an officer approached. Capt. R... stated that he believed that some form of charlatan was saving the men right out of their pay as happens frequently when pay is doled out. Seeing our poor condition he spirited us to the command tent where we delivered your letter to the General. The Command tent is divided into two parts; the communications center in the fore part and the command center in the back part separated by a curtain. The General's own tent is accessed through a covered passage from the side. The floors are rough plank. In addition to us; General K... and Capt. R..., the Adjutant Col. J... and a corporal were present when he read your message. Mistress W..., I did not know what to expect and had a fearful anxiety that we would be taken as spies after all. Again your sister seized the moment. When the General lay down your letter Gertrude boldly uncovered her bosom. The men were shocked by this brazen action and I along with them. Gertrude approached the General and drew his face to her breast. I expected that I would now have to provide some service, but not so. As he partook of the delicate flesh pressed upon him I saw that she moved to tip the hoops of her traveling dress exposing the sights beneath. And what a sight it was. She had not worn anything underneath and stood exposed to the other's lustful glare. With her free hand she beckoned. Capt. R... was first to act. He unhooked his weapons harness and released his natural weapon. It was finely made, thick and straight. He approached her unprotected rear where he made contact. Her answering thrust was savage causing him to impale her tender womanhood on the single stroke. Disengaging the General somewhat, she untied the skirt and lifted it free, and then bent low, bringing a deep moan from her throat, releasing the General's own weapon. She transferred her kisses to his organ. Not yet satisfied, she waved the other two closer where she could lay ahold of them. Each gladly obliged her longing. I was left to watch and caress myself as she proceeded to take each in turn. The action grew feverish. Gertrude insisted that each deposit their seed within her. First Capt. R... erupted in her womanhood. Then pushed the Col. To the floor where she mounted his long pink shaft. I distinctly witnessed him penetrated her. She was vigorous in her ride. Simultaneously, she took the young corporal's manhood which she had not released and swallowed him whole. They each were sweating considerably when Col. J... grunted and released his own fluid within her belly. The corporal was untried and came quickly. General K... had remained seated observing the activities. Your sister then rose and straddled his lap facing me. Smiling, she lowered herself onto his ample manhood. At first I thought she had difficulty taking him, and then realized that it was not her sex that he was entering. She gasped, he groaned, she grunted, he entered her bottom in a rush. She rode his pole with abandon until he too filled her with his semen. For two days now, she has taken all comers. I have been forbidden to provide any service by her. I have been retained to remain on the General's staff for the time being. Gertrude departed for Richmond this morning. The officer's pay is now being saved...for us. In Obedience, Sarah P.S. There is some consternation about our activities among the camp ladies. They are unorganized and I see and opportunity to develop our interests among them for our profit. Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 10 Hazel Park E..., Virginia August 20th, 1862 Captain Thomas W... Army of Northern Virginia 13th Virginia Calvary 37th Battalion Virginia Calvary Company E Dear Brother, It is impossible to express the utter humiliation and rage that I feel toward you after reading your confession of inexcusable betrayal. The tender tone of your words failed to soften the impact of the details of your incestuous violation of me. Where I should have expected you to defend my honor with your very life's blood, instead you cravenly steal my maidenhead. And with no more compassion than one would show a fox in the hen house you brazenly suggest it was some form of comfort to me. You, Sir, are a Rake and no gentleman. I was devastated! Your letter fell from my numb fingers as my room spun around me and I collapsed in a heap. When I awoke night had fallen. I felt unclean. The water from the basin was insufficient to wash away the stain, though I poured the contents upon myself, soaking the front of my gown. Desperately, I tore at my garments, making great rents in them before fleeing in shame from the safety of my rooms and home. With each step the urgency to escape mounted until I was running heedlessly across the fields, stumbling, sometimes falling in the rows, my tears flowing freely. In the woods, I was further blinded by the leaf laden branches that struck and clawed at me until it seemed in my fevered mind that I was surrounded by malevolent spirits seeking my life. I turned this way and that, I cried, I became lost, I fell. My foot sank in the soft earth throwing me off-balance and into the river. Water soaked, my dress pulled me down beneath the surface. At first, death seemed to me a welcome release. But, some flame of life prevailed. I struggled to the surface freeing myself from the encumbering clothing so that I could attain the far bank. I lay panting and shivering. It was then that I became aware that I was not alone. In my confused and sodden state I thought at first that it was you, come to tell me the letter was a lie, that you had not violated me. Then I cringed. I feared that it would indeed be untrue. I needed it to be true, to my surprise. I needed you. I believed that it must be you standing over me. There was little light and I imagined you to be in the deep shadow. Rising, I unfastened the restraint about your worn and dirty trousers. They fell easily to the ground so that I gained immediate access to your manhood. There was an unwashed odor about you. Still, your penis was large and thick, and your testicles heavy. I reached to touch it with my hands which seemed tiny as it gained in length and rigidity. The scent was overpowering, but I forced myself to open my mouth and take it in, pushing back the foreskin to expose the silky smooth crown. The flavor was strong and rank with the taste of sweat. I looked upward to your face, eager to see that what I was doing pleased you. Looking down at me was Alvin, the negro foreman. His eyes and teeth glowed in the inky blackness as he smiled down at me with his strong hands on my shoulders. And I did not care. Shall I describe to you his endowment? It was more than I could fit even half in my mouth. I tried though, until he pushed me away. He pulled me to my feet. With his large hands he tore the remaining wet rags from my body so that I stood revealed before his dark lust. He roughly touched my tender breasts with his large hands. He pinched my nipples bringing tears to my eyes. I continued to stroke his manhood, the length of which I could feel hot and hard pressed against my belly. Alvin took me in his arms and carried me to a fallen tree whose bark had worn away leaving a smooth log. He set me down, turned me toward the old wood and bent me over it. This seemed strange to me at first as I had no previous experience with fornication, save your unnatural invasion. With my hands on the ground I realized how exposed my nether part were; completely open to his assault. The thought brought a flush to my cheeks mirrored in the heat between my legs. I could feel the moistening of my vagina in anticipation. I knew that he would take me completely and I rejoiced for I had no more honor to guard. We had spoken no words between us for none were needed. He wanted me and I wanted to feel him deep in my belly. His strong hands gripped my hips and pulled the soft flesh apart to fully expose my womanhood. He stepped close. I could feel his legs against the backs of mine holding them apart. His monster lay cradled in the crevasse of my arse. Does such language from me surprise you, dear brother? You will hear even more and fouler things from me. He drew his hips away so that his organ slid toward my waiting hole. He used his left hand to guide himself to my opening. The thick crown of his fleshy rod stood poised at the entrance to my inner parts. He rubbed up and down twice to smear my juices on his tool in preparation for his entrance. He was not gentle. With one mighty thrust he plunged into me. I screamed. I felt that I must die for he had surely split me open. He held his place in me as my clutching vagina grew accustomed to his girth while tears flowed freely down my face. When he withdrew I cried out, "No," for fear that he would retreat and leave me unsatisfied. I had not to fear on that account. Alvin had no intention of leaving off until he had thoroughly gratified himself. He plunged in again. I gasped, but this time the discomfort was minimal. Instead, I was overcome with a rising sensation of excitement. He felt wonderful in me, so much so, I could not imagine him ever taking it out again. He drew out and plunged in again. I screamed, because some new sensation coursed through me like a bolt of lightening. Alvin did not show any interest in genteel lovemaking. He forcefully drove his hard penis repeatedly into my tender vagina. Deeper he went each time, until our hips collided with each thrust. Again and again he pounded into me. I bucked and screamed profanities. I did not curse him; rather it seemed most natural to utter the foulest things in response to the joy I was experiencing. With every utterance, Alvin drove harder into me. His magnificent length opened me wider. I took him all. Soon our motion became ragged and unsynchronized. A very explosion of ecstasy blossomed inside of my sex. I gasped. Alvin thrust hard, groaned and held my hips firmly to his own. Then I felt it. The same sensation I had felt once before. You remember, do you not? That night you came to my room that you are so proud of. It was the same sensation. Alvin erupted in my belly filling my vagina with his thick, hot seed. He thrust two or three more times as I felt spurt after spurt fill me. Semen flowed down my leg when he withdrew for the final time. He took me from there to their shanties. For three nights he and the other darkies taught me what pleases a man. I was an apt pupil and took my reward in strings of ejaculate. Now I'm coming to you, dear Thomas. When I arrive I will show you what I have learned so well. Does that not make you swell with pride, if not; I will certainly cause you to swell upon my arrival. Humbly, Your Trudy Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 11 82 Piedmont Avenue NE A..., Georgia November 18, 1862 Mrs. Constance W... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Dear Connie, What a dither I have been in since returning to A... As you know, mother went right to work on Dr. K... and Papa. The day after our return, Mama began arranging my wedding. When Papa inquired as to what she was doing she informed him that she was making wedding plans. He asked, "Who's?" He can be such a ninny sometimes. When she told him, he said that he hadn't even met the man yet to which Mama said, "Then don't you think that you had better do so soon?" Michael was no less surprised than Papa when he found out. He was invited to dinner within the week. As Papa carved the cutlets Mama, who had been extoling my virtues, states that I am still a virgin; true despite what had passed through my hands and lips, and could count on my chastity until the wedding night. Michael fairly choked on his wine at this and Papa nearly sliced his own thumb off. Well, the plans proceeded apace. The Bans were read and posted. The ceremony was held on the third Saturday after our return. It was marvelous. Everyone came, even that lout Edward who made a very spectacle of himself. Cousin's Ella and Bernice were my bride's maids. Bernie agreed to come with me to A... to help establish our home and assist me in our plan. She has several good ideas that I want to try out in the hospital first before using them in the business, but they should produce copiously from the men. Her enthusiasm was apparent from the first; she practically salivated when I recounted how I cared for our fallen warriors and required the most vigorous tickling as we used to do all together as I related the activities I witnessed you and Mama engaged in with the men. Afterwards, I offered to lend her a pair of my knickers to replace her soaked ones, but she preferred to go bare bodkins under her petticoats the rest of the night. She said it was because mine wouldn't fit her even though I saw her frequently rubbing underneath her penoir. Bernie has the loveliest golden tresses matched above and below. My own hair is not nearly as abundant as hers. It made me think that if it were possible to remove it I would feel much fresher underneath. The ceremony was beautiful. I said, "I do;" he did likewise. The reverend Dr. Frobisher said we are and we kissed. It was long and lasting. He tasted very much the man so I kissed him again. Many of our neighbors were scandalized by my brazenness, but I saw Mama smiling so I knew it was alright. Our courtship was too brief to allow Michael to provide a permanent residence for us as he had been temporarily billeted at the hospital which left us homeless on our wedding night. Mama offered to relinquish her and Papa's room for our nuptials, but Michael declined. I was most confused as we had not talked about our home yet, but he smiled at my confusion to which I melted and trusted him entirely. My trust was well placed. After celebrating with our guests for a respectable time so as not to seem over anxious to retire, we took his carriage back to the hospital. I was a little surprised for I supposed that he had made some plan for us. Instead of leading me to his chambers he took me to my ward. The men were still roused and greeted us cheerfully and offered many congratulations to us both. Michael led me to the center of the ward and bade me to remain there while he served drinks to all the men. When he returned to me we danced for them all. Then he told me that the boys wanted to give me a wedding present and he thought their idea was appropriate but first he wanted to show me what kind of wife he wanted me to be. He ordered me to disrobe. I was shocked! Before I could say anything against it he struck me across the bottom with a riding crop. When I hesitated he struck again. I began undressing. My cheek flushed at the humiliation. When I stood in my unmentionables he struck again saying, "The command was to undress." I removed the last barrier to my modesty and stood exposed before all of these leering men. They hooted and whistled at me as I stood shivering. Connie, before you do anything there is far more to what I endured that night that I must tell you about. Read on. Michael commanded that I must only and always address him as Dr, Sir or Master. He made me practice each. I had thought the men to be loyal sons of the South, but they cheered my each submission. Next he explained that I was only to speak when spoken to; how to stand, sit and lie down; how I was to dress (I am not allowed to wear knickers under my petticoats any longer); and a humiliating position he calls presentation. I must present whenever he enters a room I am in or I enter a room he is in. It is kneeling facing him with my knees spread fully apart, my shoulders back thrusting out my breasts, hands behind my back with my eyes to the floor. He made me practice that striking my bare flesh at every flaw until my bottom, thighs and bosom glowed. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. Next he commanded me to present to each of the men. Again I hesitated at the thought of such behavior. Again his crop found my tender flesh. He never raised his voice at me nor spoke unkindly. Instead the sting of the whip enforced his desires. In hindsight, it was not overly much more than I had previously done for each of them before. I bent my attention to obeying so that I would not suffer another blow and found that a heat had arisen unnoticed between my legs. At each of the beds Dr. ordered me to provide for the man's needs. Since this was a much practiced activity I had little trouble complying. The men were already much excited and I had little difficulty bringing the first man to completion. When his seed landed on the sheets, Dr. struck me again and scolded me for allowing the sheet to be stained. At each bed, after much trial and error I discovered the only place that was acceptable for the ejaculate was upon my chest. By now, I had stopped feeling the stings and the heat in my loins had become a wet fire. My own fluid coated my nether parts, slicked my thighs and heals as I kneeled at each bed. Soon, I eagerly approached each to offer him service. There were only three patients left and the Dr. ordered me to take them in my mouth. I have never done such a thing but, as you recall, have tasted semen from previous ministrations so was not overly reluctant to perform fellatio. I managed all three in quick order and the whole circuit of the ward lasted no more than three quarters of an hour due to the men's eagerness and lack of self-control. I was commanded to return to the center of the room where the Dr. commanded me to perform each of the acts upon him. He has marvelous control and I felt a little shame that I did not bring him to climax with either of my efforts. Next he instructed me to stand, bend over and grasp my ankles. From this vantage all I could see was my new husband's lower legs moving behind me. I remained like this for several minutes when he suddenly grasped my hips and plunged the entirety of his manhood into my, I must admit, eager vagina shredding my hymen at once. Having handled his organ on visits to his office I well knew the magnificence with which he is endowed. I had secretly longed to feel him enter me before, but had reservations as to whether I could accommodate his girth. I need not have worried. After servicing the men my womanly parts were well lubricated, relaxed and eager to receive him. His attack filled me utterly and forced the breath from my body in a sudden rush. My knees trembled and I fairly hung there impaled upon his penis. Hastily, I regained my footing for he did not wait for me as he stroked out then in. He hammered at my tender parts with gusto. Soon I was screaming out the most vulgar utterances. With each profane word the men cheered on my Master to greater effort and I for my accommodation. He went at me like a ramrod. If it were not for his grip about my waist I surely would have collapsed. I experienced I know not how many orgasms. It seemed a continuous flow. As he reached his own climax his grip tightened, his rhythm faltered, the invading organ seemed to grow and fill my inner parts to capacity. Then I felt his release. OH! Connie, it was magnificent. I could feel each spurt of his seed as it entered me. The warm semi-liquid soon filled my vagina and much escaped to run down my legs as he withdrew. He ordered me to turn to him, kneel and clean his organ with my mouth. Never have I so eagerly under taken a task as I did that one. He tasted sweet and a little salty and there was a cream like flavor that I am sure came from me. As I worked at his penis he gently stroked my hair and said, "Well done, my Darling." I was overjoyed at his praise and love and submission welled up in my soul for my husband at his words as more of his seed slipped from my vagina to fall to the floor. It was the most exhilarating night of my life! We have since relocated to A... according to your plan. Bernie has agreed to help me since I have no business sense at all. Instead, I will focus on the hospitality services and organizing the ladies' volunteer schedule at the hospital. Dr. K... is now on the teaching staff of the University which is just five blocks from the home we have secured. Bernie found a vacant accounting house with many rooms a middling distance from the rail yards and acceptably close to General Johnston's headquarters. Due to war shortages supplies for renovations exceeded our expectations; however, labor was plentiful and under budget. Bernie says that we only need to do the basic renovations for functionality and we can proceed with improvements to the site from the profits as we go. I am proud to tell you that we have been entertaining guests since last Thursday evening. Bernice insisted that we announce our presence grandly and held a ball. The lower floor of the structure is all rooms but the second floor has a large open wing. We left this alone in the renovations and Bernie insisted that it be appointed for entertaining first. We invited all the most prominent personages of the government, army and community. Oh, I almost forgot, we have patterned ourselves as the Sisters of the Second Revolution charity devoted to raising support for our boys in the field, providing comfort to the wounded and morale at home. I thought it up. It was a rousing success and we had many of the wives volunteer on the spot. Bernie thought that grand and we have made arrangements to use the Sister's services and our volunteers to gather intelligence that way also. The structure has a rear entrance that we have designated as the enlisted entrance where they can be entertained by the women of common origin. The front entrance leads to the second and third floors where the officers can secure lodging and comfort more in keeping with their station. Bernie has an absolutely magical talent for selecting agreeable young ladies of character for the upper floors. We were fully staffed for opening. There is also a small bread baker next door that she thinks we can acquire and convert into a tavern and kitchen to add to the services and value of our enterprise. Bernie insisted that she entertain the first client herself. She had a room prepared on the upper floor for her own use and retired with General A... with the Intelligence Corps during the height of the festivities. Mrs. A... and I talked at length about the proper shade for bandages. When Bernie returned with the slightly ashen Gen. on her arm she was positively majestic, like a lioness over her pride. I am certain that it was her first time though; if so, she sold the pleasure dear. Your Obedient Sister, Annabelle Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 12 Hazel Park E..., Virginia Tuesday March 10th, 1863 Mrs. Annabelle K... 82 Piedmont Avenue, NE A..., Georgia My Dear Sister, I fear that this war is far from the end and it will be the ruin of our fair land and of us all. We will all be reduced to utter destitution on the bayonets of northern industry. General Sheridan's cavalry swept through E... four days ago. The battle in town was desperate and mercifully brief. The garrison was driven out in an afternoon with heavy losses. E... suffered mightily. The Applepress escaped mostly undamaged but the General has closed the operation and sent our friends back to their families or pressed them into hospital service. Mistress Simone has taken refuge here at Hazel Park and I intend to send her to R... to resume oversight of our venture there. The Yankees have taken our slaves. They call it "confiscating contraband." They marched them away under guard the day following the attack. Alvin, Gertrude's favorite, refused to go but they forced him on threat of shooting. He returned later that night under cover of darkness. His presence has been a great comfort to us women as well as providing a measure of protection. Thankfully the contract we have with General K... to provide materials for the army has spared Hazel Park the torch unlike our less foresighted neighbors. Scavenging freedmen forced their way into the house last night. I was terrified for my very life and virtue! The negresses hid upstairs along with one of the ladies from the Applepress, Anne, you remember her, while I faced them boldly though my knees fairly knocked under my petticoats. There was no doubting what they intended from the lustful leers that fell upon me. I felt that I had perhaps made an error in courting this confrontation and I longed to be huddle in the concealing dark with my companions. As the three bucks came at me in a rush I steeled what sinews of womanly courage left to me so that I might endure with stoic composure the violation of my flesh. Suddenly, Alvin appeared from the dining room like the very image of dusky Vulcan wielding a long butcher's blade. He towered over the craven men and rushed upon them with a roar. Like a bear in a pack of curs he laid about him with knife and fist. His mighty hand felled one with a single blow. Another screamed as the blade pierced his upper arm. I stood transfixed at the sight which was nearly my undoing. The third man thought to turn the tide by taking me as his hostage. Alvin snatched him up a hairsbreadth from my tender neck and as I clung to the bannister for support crushed him insensate in his powerful arms. I do not know what happened next for I must have fainted. Mistress Simone, Anne and Millie hovered over me as I opened my eyes to the flicker of candlelight. They had moved me to my boudoir and I lay stretched upon the divan. They had loosened my clothes and I lay exposed in my chemise with my corset laces cut and laying open the better to regain my breath. A cool cloth lay across my brow. Alvin stood in the doorframe fear and tender concern writ large upon his plain features. Sweat glistened on his arms. I beckoned him closer and grasped him tightly about the neck in pure gratitude for his defense of my virtue. Shocked, he tried to pull away but my grip was sure and he lifted me effortlessly as he stood; the remnants of my gown falling away. You, no doubt, are shocked at my forward and unseemly behavior with one of the darkies, dear Sister. I too blush as I recall my breach of decorum. But I could not stop myself. The terror followed by sudden rescue and finally security among friends over taxed my poor mind and tender emotions. I was overcome with gratitude and I will make no apology for that. I clung to his neck in fierce desperation as he supported me effortlessly with an arm around my near naked waist. Impetuously I pressed my lips to his in a sudden kiss. His own lips parted and my tongue darted briefly into his mouth of its own accord. The kiss drew on with neither of us disengaging. The thin material of my undergarments poorly concealed the growing attraction between us. Alvin drew me tighter against his chest pressing my bosom hard. The pressure tingled in my nips and fanned a building flame in my womanly parts. How can I explain to one who has never experienced so near a tragic violence the urgency that claimed me then? Though Simone, Anne and Millie stood by as witnesses I never the less raised my legs until I had wrapped them around faithful Alvin's strong hips. His own worn clothes did nothing to conceal his rising excitement. He felt a very tree limb pressed against my abdomen and firmly into my pelvis. Our kiss continued into that of lovers as we both explored each other's mouths. Alvin's free hand caressed my bottom and lifted my petticoats to expose my honeyed fanny. His thick fingers pushed and probed at my opening stoking my inner fire before deftly freeing his meaty organ. It felt as large as my arm where it lay nestled in my crease and very warm. The urge was over powering and I rubbed myself along his substantial length coating it with my juices. The friction against my clitoris was unbearable. I clung tighter to him as I desperately tried to work him into my body. Finally, he lifted me higher and guided his member to my hungry vagina. Oh! Annabelle, he is monstrous! I felt the solid head press against my tender trembling lips. Wider and wider he forced me. I opened my legs as far as I could and still he had not penetrated. When I felt I could take no more and was about to cry out Alvin lifted me slightly before lowering me again. He repeated this three times before his penis had worked my opening enough to grant him access to my inner being. Tears fell freely. I was stretched to the point of tearing. I clung to his brawny shoulders. With both hand now on my hips he worked me up and down until I felt his turgid member reach my deepest parts. I could feel him in my very stomach. He held me there skewered upon his pole as I shook uncontrollably. The first orgasm subsided and he began fucking me. Yes! I wrote that. There is no other word for what he did to me. He fucked me. I was completely in his power. Up and down he lifted me on his penis. Like the Colossus of Rhodes he stood working me on his shaft. Orgasm after orgasm raged through my body. I cried and wept and screamed and begged. Yes, begged. I begged this giant negro who hours earlier had been my property to violate me; to fuck me. And he did! I do not know how long we continued in this manner. When I felt him swell within me I clutched tighter to his sweat soaked chest with my hair hanging in a tangle about me and thrust my hips to meet his final drive into my belly. With a rush his seed flooded my vagina. Each jet of sperm triggered another orgasm in me as it hammered at my cervix. At last he gently worked himself in and out of my body a few more times before laying me upon my bed where he at last pulled his manhood free. Unstoppered, I felt his seed pour from my well stretched hole. He dressed and left without a word. I noticed that I was alone in my chambers as I drifted back to sleep for it was still dark. Since the Union Army has stationed its own garrison to the town with a liaison here at Hazel Park I feel safe to send the others away. I have decided to send Mistress Simone to R... to resume her role at the Crimson Doll. I give thanks for that concern to have fallen so easily in to our hands. She will relieve Gertrude there. Millie will accompany her so that she may learn under Simone's tutelage. Anne, I am sending with Alvin to Sarah before going on to meet Gertrude in Washington. Give the Doctor a kiss for me and my love to cousin Bernice. Adoringly Yours, Connie Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 13 [Constance's Diary] March 13th, Friday I sit naked as I write this; my skin still flush from lovemaking. Captain L... snores softly from my boudoir. He is a nice boy that is as young and inexperienced as his beard is thin. He thinks it makes him look like and officer. My preference was that Colonel A... had remained as liaison to Hazel Park, but I was not consulted in the matter. I do hope that he will come through this conflict unscathed. It would be an injustice if any part of his perfect form were marred. The seat is hard and cold against my fanny. One week ago I feared that all my plans were undone. The war came to E... The Union occupation brought to an end my local operations. They closed the Applepress and dispersed my girls as well as emancipated my negros. It looked as if I would have to abandon Hazel Park as the Blue Coats were putting the farms to the torch. Fortunately, the tide turned in my favor for Colonel A... explained the situation and prevailed upon the General to spare my home. I am still aroused and the hard seat against my lips enflames my passions. The young Captain has little stamina and reached his end before I reached completion. Despite the frightening events of three nights ago my fortunes have improved markedly. Communication with Annabelle, Sarah and Gertrude is steady; amassing quality information. The system is working well and is proving secure. The girls are harvesting a bounty of intelligence. It is time to develop a solid market for this resource. Though the town has changed hands Hazel Park security is now provided by the invaders. This has left me free to dispatch my collegues. Mistress Simone and Millie are going to R... where they will govern our interests at the Crimson Doll. Simone has promised to teach Millie the finer points of seduction. Millie was eager to go and seemed aloof toward me after the attack and its aftermath. This will be the first time she has been away from any member of our family. I pray she will find courage. Now that I have relieved the fire between my legs with some deft finger work I can resume this entry. I will have to teach that boy to finish what he starts. Alvin is going with Anne to meet Sarah in W... before continuing on to Washington. It is imperative that Gertrude establish a presence there for this enterprise to be successful. I have detected a decidedly unnatural tone to Thomas and Gertrude's correspondence since she reached R... I will be much relieved when she is separated from her brother, my husband. I pray that we will be able to secure a place for Thomas in the Foreign Bureau to keep him from danger and establish official government access for us. I have sent for Mamma and expect that she will come when the weather improves. By then the Applepress should be open again and I will be able to travel while she oversees things here. Damn, this itch will not go away. I will have to waken the Captain to finish satisfying me. He is not overly endowed but I will kiss him upright and asleep or waking I will mount his sword. ***** Raleigh Station Tuesday April 21st, 1863 Mrs. Cornelius B... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Dear Mama, I write this as I ride in the overcrowded coach of the Norfolk & Richmond on the way to the capital. A veteran snores loudly on my left, his hair as gray as his soiled uniform. To my right a portly gentleman with frayed cuffs and stale breath drones to the officer across the aisle about the South's improving fortunes. The car rocks and sways with the occasional lurch and we all settle into a bouncing gate much like a rider upon his horse. This business has become complicated. Circumstances and fortunes can change with the breeze. I feel this evermore intensely as I travel. There is no knowing what misfortune will have befallen our enterprise by the time I arrive. Yet, perversely I sit in eager anticipation of whatever challenge fate has decreed for me for I know with unshakable confidence that I am equal to the challenge. Never in my life have I felt more alive than I have since undertaking this business. The time with Annabelle and Dr. K... was refreshing. They were a great encouragement. Bernice has thrown herself into our endeavor and the Sisters of the Second Revolution has benefited greatly from her devotion. Her enthusiasm proved somewhat problematic, though. While dinning with our partners in the community she fawned over Secretary M... till the gentleman felt he could endure no more and hastily remembered a prior commitment to which he and his furious wife made an early departure. True, he returned later; meeting with Bernice in her apartments at length after the others had departed. In this matter she has again shown her shrewd eye for character and opportunity. But, it will prove ill with us if she incenses the virtuous ladies into opposing our operations. Annabelle and the Dr. have agreed to tutor her in this matter. I found the facilities of superior quality. By comparison the Applepress appears a lowly frontier brewery to me now. Mama, I do not pretend to know all the ways of a man with a woman; a husband with his wife; having spent so little time with my own. Yet there is a peculiarity to The Dr. and Annabelle's relations. On my last day there I accompanied Annabelle on her rounds at the hospital. I was very proud of her sacrifices for the troops and of how she generously gives herself to the men's comfort. The ward, to a man, was aroused and cheered at our very entrance. Annabelle quickly went to work taking each man in turn. With deft caresses she eases their cares and with a firm grasp releases their needs. She is very tender toward them with kisses and sweet words and she keeps their bandages clean by swallowing their every emission. I too, tried my hand at the errand of mercy and found that they were hard after my affections also. I was rewarded likewise. We had not made half the ward when Dr. K... called his wife to his office which was at the end of the ward separated by a door. In his office she stood at attention in front of his desk as he took her to task about the proper use of the bed trays in cleaning the wounds. To each accusation she responded with a, "Yes Doctor, thank you, Doctor." This was done with the door to the ward open. I had joined her in the office and sat in the only chair. Through the whole interview neither of them addressed nor even looked at me. Their conversation was the oddest thing; which I will endeavor to recreate for you. He came around the desk and said, "I will have to chastise you." "Yes Doctor. Please chastise me, Doctor. I erred and deserve to be chastised, Doctor." This was very odd. "Bend over, Nurse," he commanded. She did, placing her hands upon his desk, legs slightly spread, back to the open door. He raised her skirt at which I began to protest for her modesty, but her willingness stayed my lips. He raised everything until her bare bottom was exposed and he took a crop and began flicking it against her naked flesh. With each stroke she said, "Thank you Doctor, may I have another, Doctor." I was aghast and speechless. As he stroked her reddening behind he spoke, "You're a bad nurse." I could hear the patients struggling to hear and see the goings on. After a dozen blows he ceased and ordered her to stand. Tears flowed, but a less than embarrassed flush colored her cheeks. This was not to be the end though. Next he undid the buttons of her smock, unlaced her corset and pulled all down until her arms were pinned at her sides. Next he bound her hands behind her back and then placed a medical gag over her mouth and chin. Except for Annabelle's unresisting compliance I would have put an end to this outrage. Next, he took what looked like medical tools and applied them to her pert young breasts. They captured her nipples in their gleaming maw and held fast causing her rosy nips to redden and swell. She whimpered some when he secured them. He then began striking her breasts with the crop. It was all that she could do not to squirm under the blows. When her front was as red as her backside he released her hands with this instruction, "Now return to your duties and make sure you use the tray properly." I was shocked as she turned to go without first straightening her clothes. Bare-breasted with those devices attached she left the office. I would have followed but Dr. K... stayed me with a word. He then made small talk about the activities of the Sister's and how Bernice could benefit from a disciplined restraint. I fear that I was caught speechless. Some thirty minutes later Annabelle returned from her ministrations of which I heard the men's exclamations of release and some un-charitable appellations. She resumed her position before the Doctor's desk holding a bed tray of some kind. During our wait Dr. K..., it is odd to always refer to him by his title, retreated behind his desk. Now he came back out front; this time with his trousers open and his manhood on display. He is amply endowed at eight inches I should say, uncut and smooth. His erection stood at a forty-five degree angle. He removed the gag and directed Annabelle to recline on his desk. The position looked awkward and uncomfortable. She was still in a state of undress. The Dr. propped her feet in a pair of stirrups he had at hand. Next he placed his hand upon her mound and began rubbing vigorously. I could tell that she was already in a state of arousal and his actions caused an immediate response in my sister. She rolled her hips, but he ordered her to remain still. Next he inserted a finger in her orifice. From my vantage point I could see everything that he did to her. Her arousal was obvious from how her nether lips glistened and the ease at which his finger entered her. He moved to two fingers and quickened his pace. I was so overcome by the intensity of this lewd spectacle that I unconsciously spread my own legs and began rubbing my own womanhood. When he fingered Annabelle I pushed my own finger inside. Captivated, I matched his manipulations. Two fingers and then three fingers forced into her tender opening where he assaulted her. And still I matched his attack with one of my own. Annabelle could not hold still; her sex coated his hand in sticky juice. She begged him to allow her to come to completion, but he refused her. I was practically thrashing myself and climaxed before I realized that I was touching myself. I do not know if it was my moans of satisfaction that caused him to change or not. He removed his hand and stepped between her legs. His engorged staff penetrated her easily. He took no pity and drove to the hilt in one thrust. There was no delicacy in his approach. Fast and hard his pelvis slammed into hers. Likewise I was hammering away at my own hot fanny. Next he took the tray she had been holding and lifted it over her head. "Open your mouth," he commanded and then he began pouring what I now saw was the collected emissions of the wounded soldiers onto her face, into her mouth and across her breasts. The pearly white fluid slide down her cheek and collected in her hair. I was horrified and captivated at the sight of my dear sister so heinously used. Annabelle loved it! She thrashed to and fro. She begged him to use her; to go harder. Then he said, "Orgasm now!" And she did! She climaxed hard, screaming and long. And I also, I am ashamed to admit. Her husband rammed hard against her groin and poured his own urgency into her sopping vagina. When he was finished he pulled free of her and guided her mouth to his penis which she cleaned before being released. "Good work, nurse," is all he said. After removing the clamps she marched proudly out of the office naked, soiled and smiling. Mama, how can a man treat his wife that shamefully? How can any woman find satisfaction at the hands of a sadist? I yearn to be joined with my own dear Thomas. I miss him terribly. He does not know, yet, that I am with child. Your Obedient Daughter, Connie Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 14 Hazel Park E..., Virginia Thursday April 30th, 1863 Mrs. Constance W... 118 King William Rd. R..., Virginia Dear Constance, Glad tidings indeed, my darling girl, though you seemed not so far gone as I would have expected since your husband's last leave when I saw you depart for A... Still, your Papa will be proud as a peacock when I write him the news. Though the acts you described fill me with shame and revulsion at the humiliation Annabelle experienced, I cannot say that I am shocked that she permitted it. You both were raised to be obedient daughters, wives and patriots. This is why you have undertaken the Applepress enterprise and more. We should not be dismayed at the perversions the male mind is capable of. Despite that; it is only natural that a woman submit to a man; a wife to her husband. We long for that. It is in our nature to seek to be controlled by a man. And we are truly blessed when that man becomes our husband and takes us firmly in hand for our betterment. Nothing demonstrates his love and affection for his wife more than when he shapes us, molds us and trains us to be the best that we can be and a wife that he can be proud of in public. In this way, I applaud Annabelle for her submission to Dr. K... It is clear that he has utter confidence in her and is not ashamed for her to be seen in public or to carry his name. Once, when you were still a babe, but before Annabelle arrived, I had in a misguided attempt to help your father without first consulting him ordered a second shipment of newsprint. When the order arrived we had no choice but to pay for it. The error cost us all our operating capital. Your father, good man that he is, never said a word to me in anger about what I had done. He paid the man; took delivery of the paper, and went back to work. The next day he went to the bank and mortgaged the business. Later that night, after dinner, he showed me the lien against the newspaper. Next he showed me his razor strop. Then he showed me the stock he had constructed. It was low so I had to get on my knees to place my neck and hands into it. He never spoke a cruel word to me; just stood there waiting for me. After securing the restraining bar across my neck your father raised my skirts and lowered my knickers. I was terrified, but his firm, calm demeanor gave me confidence. If he could control himself, then I could be expected to do no less. I could not see him where he stood as he gazed at my exposed bottom gaging where to strike and with how much force. When he began he used slow deliberate blows not the frantic beating given to criminals, but the measured delivery of discipline. Not to say it was not painful; it was. At the first strike I howled. Your father stopped and I thought that would be the end. Instead, he came into my view holding a leather thong gag which he laid on the stool in front of me. He walked back to his position and began again. From that point on I clamped my teeth together and dug my fingernails into my palm rather than cry out a second time. He administered one blow for every ten dollars that I had cost us. When it was over I hung limp in the stock weeping silently. The spanking must have aroused me unknowingly for your father stood there studying me for some time. I can only imagine how red my buttocks must have been. When he came back into my view he removed the gag, moved the stool directly in front of my face and sat down with his penis exposed. His was a raging erection that struck me in the forehead as he sat down. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and he guided his member between my lips. We remained like that, me bound in a stock with his penis pushed half way in while I sucked and slurped at it. When he felt that there was enough spittle dribbling down his shaft he sat back, walked around behind me again, knelt down and rammed that rod to the bottom in my vagina. I erupted instantly and this time I did not keep silent. He held himself inside me until I subsided before beginning. He used the same measured, deliberate pace he used for my correction. By the time he released inside me I had convulsed three more times. His ejaculation set me off again. When both of us had recovered, Cornelius stood, released me and took me in his arms. There are still nights when he is away from me that I warm myself while rubbing my sex to this memory. It may even be possible that your sister was conceived that very night. If so, that may explain why she is willing to submit to physical correction in this manner. As Shakespeare wrote, "And place your hands below your husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he pleases, My hand is ready; may it do him ease." Constance, fear not for her, if she trusts him; I trust him also. Despite the presence of the invaders garrisoning the town violence and unrest have increased of late. I have taken the liberty of securing the services of some of your late property at pay to watch over the ladies and assist with turning out the more unpleasant patrons. You may want to consider such an arrangement there in R... I have forwarded a letter from your agent Anne in Washington with this letter. All my love and affection, Mama P.S. I also pleasured myself as I read your letter describing the hospital events. Do not be ashamed of being affected as a woman toward such things. Perhaps I will send the stock to Annabelle as a gift with my blessing. Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 15 Events take place rapidly over the course of six letters, the previous two and the next four. It is clear to me from the content that delays took place between the events themselves and the reciptient's knowledge of the events. Therefore I have ordered the letters by content rather than strictly chronologically. The previous two letters form a complete dialogue between Constance and her mother while the next two, though written earlier, constitute a departure from the existing thread of conversation amongst the principles and rightly belong with the subsequent two letters. The Editor ***** 118 King Williams Rd. R..., Virginia Friday April 6, 1863 Mrs. Constance W..., Dear Madam, My Darling, there are no words to express the utter desolation I feel at having only been together twice for a few days in the more than year of our wedded bliss. The return journey from A... after Annabelle's wedding through the late autumn foliage of the Valley with you is my most cherished memory. It has kept me nearly as warm during the winter as you kept me then. Even now I feel your soft lips kissing mine. I love you Constance. Your representatives arrived safely and with Gertrude's help delivered the inducement to the Secretary of State's office where it was accepted and I was reassigned and promoted in quick order. I am now the Special Deputy envoy to Her Majesty's court in London. I depart immediately. Constance, I cannot see where your plans are leading to. By the time you arrive in R... I will be at court. After Gertrude traveled on to Washington, your girl Millicent came to me privately. She and Simone have undertaken the mastery of the Crimson Doll from Gertrude. Simone, already familiar with the operation here, restored the sense of mystery and exotic atmosphere. The clientele has been enthusiastic. As protégé, Millie is establishing herself as the most desired hostess in the establishment. I knew she has a preference for the elite of R... and I was flattered when she approached me, but was prepared to rebuff her advances. It was not; however, the inducement of the flesh she brought for me. Constance, she told me of your personal participation in the business. She described at length your first indiscretion and how you moved from there to ever greater heights, or should I say depths, of wantonness. She is very angry at you. As she explained it, though she resented the abuse the Colonel perpetrated upon her in your presence in the carriage house, and the bawdy indulgences you took with officers in our home, all these things were the acts of her owner, her better. When you coupled with Alvin though, she knew you for a shameless strumpet. How can I bear this shame? Knowing now how you joined yourself, the woman I gave my name and fortune to, to a base slave. You are no lady. I must now tell you two things. First, I took Millie. I see that it was in her mind to revenge herself on you for her people by seducing me. This suited me nicely. I imagine you are sitting to read this in this very chair at the writing desk where I pen these words. Last night I sat here with Millie straddling my lap and my manhood in her twat. Don't be outraged, I sat her on the desk and drove myself into her quivering body with her slender legs wrapped around my waist also. Look to the bed. Let me tell you what I discovered there. Millie has small, firm breasts the color of coffee beans like the rest of her. Each mound capped with a circle of deep ebony with a jutting bud in the middle. They taste of sweat and forest wood. Where you are soft and yielding full of curves she is taut, hard and lean. Her arms are strong pulling me to her; her legs powerful for riding. She demonstrated your favorite practice kneeling before me. Expertly, she drew my stiff rod into her mouth. With bobbing head she took me and did not release until she had received her just recompense poured in a hard spray down her thirsty throat. Is this truly how you offer yourself to our troops? Millie says so, and that she learned from watching you. I also learned that a negro's nether lips are deep midnight hiding a bright pink treasure. Her scent is powerful and her flavor is sharply sweet and thick. Do you understand my meaning, Connie? I bent down to drink from her fountain. My lips pressed against hers between her thighs. My tongue dived deep to extract every ounce of sticky cream. When she released, her flow nearly choked me and smeared my face from hair to chin. Can you see me there, on the bed, hovering naked over the panting body of your property? I entered her savagely. I do not say that I made love to her. You and I made love. Millie and I rutted like animals. And like animals we screamed our lust in the night. I drove into her fast and hard. She begged me to do so, and I accommodated. Sweat poured from our heaving bodies. Slapping filled the room as we came together again and again. My organ strained to near splitting, searing from the heat in her tight vagina. When she reached her point of release I erupted deep in her belly a torrent of seed. Dutifully she cleaned my staff with her mouth, extracting the last drops of my pearly cream. Never have I experienced such complete satisfaction before. Our bodies gleamed with sweat. Our musk filled the air. Perhaps you can still smell us as you read my words, Connie? Next I went to the basin with the thought of washing. In the mirror I could see Millie now on her hands and knees, her humble parts exposed to my view. I could not help myself. As if drawn to a magnet and an erection stiffening my tool again I approached the offered orifice. As I stepped behind her, she reached around and pulled her cheeks apart for me. I fell on her then, sodomizing her brutally. I was in a state of savagery. Never have I felt so tight a grip upon my manhood. I plunged into her arse in full, long strokes. She wept openly, but only said, "Harder." When at last I filled her bowels with what little seed I had left we both collapsed with her in my arms instantly asleep as my member slowly slip from her rectum. When I awoke she was gone and no one has seen her since. Constance, you kept no fidelity to me, now I keep none to you. Whore yourself to which ever soldier, yeoman or slave you please; I will touch you no more, though this breaks my heart to say. Second, there is some plan in Gertrude's mind that she keeps to herself. She has only hinted at it to me in the evenings together. The assignment to Washington seemed very pleasing to her. Goodbye, Thomas ***** Mistress Constance W... The Crimson Doll 12 Southampton Rd. R..., Virginia Friday April 6th, 1863 Dear Miss Constance, By now you must know that I have left your service. Thank you for teaching me to read and write. Thank you and Annabelle for treating me like a sister as we grew up together. Thank you for the dress that I am wearing and the clothes that I am taking with me. Thank you not beating me. You and your family treated me well and never let me feel the burden of my captivity. Thank you. Now that I am free, I am free Miss Connie because Mr. Abraham says that I is, I can now say thank you for your kindnesses. It is not your kindnesses, nor my freedom that leads me to depart though. I leave because you made me your slave. Never in my life had a blow been struck, a lash laid to my flesh, beating delivered until that night in the carriage house. More so, you turned me into chattel and a whore. And I have learned how to be a whore very well. I now know how to please a man; how to make that man my own. And today I know that you have discovered that I have made your husband my own. Thomas is bold and strong, you know, but, he was stricken as he listened to the description of your infidelities. I chose well. I told him of Col. A... and your favorite, Capt. F... I told him how you played the mediator and they warred over your body. You remember that night, do you not? I remember it very well. First, I described how you hosted a joint dinner for the two liaisons where you laughed and preened, and then invited the two officers to the study for brandy, cigars and negotiation. With the two of them present you needed my assistance to provide for them effectively. I knelt back-to-back with you as we swallowed their pulsing organs, you with the Capt. And I with the yankee Col. Thomas cried in my arms as I told him how you disrobed before these two villains and laid yourself upon the settee. I imagine that you must have expected them to take turns, but you failed to account for the fierce rivalry between the states embodied in these men. Were you shocked or surprised as they both clutched at you; pulled you to and fro. At that moment did you know what it is like to be owned? I dare say there was not much difference between us two. Really, it was quite the ingenious compromise that they arrived at. No doubt their stiff poles rubbing, pressing and lodging in your soft yielding flesh gave them the idea. I will never forget the stunned disbelief in your eyes as they lifted you together, first one then the other working their cocks into you. It seemed to me just that you be impaled between the representatives of these two warring nations. They drove hard into you until you had settled lower with them firmly and thoroughly imbedded in your cunt and ass. It was appropriate I thought that it was the southern gentleman violating your bum. Did you enjoy their rough rhythm with your legs splayed apart hanging, crushed between them? It seemed so. I hated you most when the Capt. pulled his leaking, foul cock from your arse and then made me kneel to clean it for him as the Col. laid you on the chase and continued his plowing of your public commons. Miss Connie, I made sure to repeat to Thomas how you begged for the Colonel's thick, delicious, hot cream in your belly. And how you screamed and howled in ecstasy from the hammering of your vagina as he gave you your reward. Surprisingly, this was not the story that pushed your husband into my arms. It was how you allowed the nigger Alvin to breed you that did it. I knew I had Thomas completely watching his eyes as I described your decent upon Alvin's black cock. By the way, have you had him again? I would guess yes. I cannot imagine how any white woman would not want to be stuck by that pole. You have a habit of taking it standing up I've noticed. I didn't. I sucked on Thomas' cock until he unloaded down my throat. If you haven't swallowed him yet, know that his is sweat and thick. He kissed me. He has a very nimble tongue, but you wouldn't know that because he has never gone down on you. That was my first climax. Erect again, Thomas fucked me hard. He pounded my cunt like he was threshing wheat; hard, deep and fast. I climaxed three more times before he emptied his seed into my sopping hole. Now I do not want you to miss this part. You allowed the Major to violate my arse. You taught me how to satisfy a man. You offered me to those savages. Now I offered myself to your husband in every way you taught me. His hands gripped my hips firmly as he drove his seven inch organ into my waiting arse which I think he liked even better than my cunt. I bet you can't wait for him to try yours. Of course, I will always be his first. He did not disappoint and gave me a third deposit of his sperm. I do not know what Thomas will do next. Maybe he will forgive you; maybe he will seek out more black flesh. Whatever he chooses, I think you can be assured that I will be who he is thinking about. Remember, I know all your secrets. I would hate for that information to find its way to either nation. Goodbye, Miss Constance. Millicent free woman Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 16 118 King William's Rd. R..., Virginia Wednesday March 25th, 1863 Miss Gertrude W... 1472 Virginia Ave. SW Washington D.C. Dear Trudee, I miss you. Thanks to Constance's intervention I am now the Deputy Special Envoy to Her Majesty Queen Victoria's court. I depart forthwith to London. I doubt this is the outcome Constance had in mind when she proposed this plan. Granted it accomplished the stated goal of removing me from the battlefield, but I feel that she had some ulterior purpose in mind in attaching me to the State Department. Why did you have to travel to Washington? What do you and my wife plan that takes you to the Yankee capital? Truly, your administration of the Crimson Doll had stretched my credulity. The sight of you organizing the ladies of a house of ill-repute tortured my mind and familial integrity. No doubt this new vocation for you is the result of my ill-conceived violation of you. Truly, I am sorry. Still, thoughts of you torture my nights. If not for that nocturnal invasion so many years ago I would not have known the pleasure of you these many months. Alas, where that is a cherished memory of innocent love, now I'm haunted by visions of lust filled fornication with my sister. Trudee, everything I have known and cherished has turned ugly and vile. Still, you stand as a bright beacon before me. On our last night together, we captured some small part of our innocence again. You were not the prowling predator of these past few months. We dined like gentlefolk and danced as we once did; not like children, but like a man and woman. I held you, soft and yielding, in my arms and looked into your loving eyes. At that moment I could forgive you anything. In actuality, it's I that needs your forgiveness. We danced. I held you in my arms. You gazed into my eyes as we turned around the room. Upstairs, I held you in my arms, too. I held your naked, warm body against mine. Your full bosom pressed to my chest where I could feel your excitement as if two jutting acorns firm and round. And I dare say you knew my own thrill trapped between us as it lay hard across your smooth belly. We kissed. Our lips parted only for you to kiss my chin, neck, chest and parts lower as you slid from my grasp to your knees. My heart soared as you knelt to worship my endowment. Loving kisses you bestowed upon my manhood form crown to crotch. With eagerness you grasped me around the shaft and plunged your mouth around my circumcised crown. Heavenly was your tongue to which I would readily have delivered had you not other intentions for my deposit. Rising, you drew me to the bed we have shared these few months, our place of bliss and passion. Reclining you pushed my face between your smooth thighs where I found the sweet nectar of your love which I had not known until you had shown me. With my head held firmly to your sex I probed and lapped into your most intimate places until you threw me off by your convulsions. Again and again I returned to the feast, nibbling your sensitive button. Only when you were fully satiated and your juices gleamed in the moonlight streaming through the shutters upon my face and your thighs did you finally draw me to your breast. As I rose to your embrace my staff once again penetrated to the core of your essence. Can you feel my throbbing member wrapped in your tender folds even now? Do you rub the itch that surely rises with such memories? I know that I will most assuredly do so as I think of last night. You drew me close holding me in place with your arms around my neck and your arms around my waist. Granted, our embrace ended too soon as with only a few thrusts I filled your womb with my seed due to the intense arousal you brought me to. I do not blame you for I should have mastered myself to provide to the utmost for your satisfaction. Still, you found no fault in me for which I love you more dearly. But, you had still a greater purpose last night. Again you descended to my softening and coated penis. And, like myself between your thighs, feasted upon our combined fluids until my manhood was restored to full attention. Trudee, the thing you asked next never entered my mind before. How can it be that you have found pleasure in such a thing? But I can refuse you nothing. So with trepidation I took my place beside you as we have often fallen asleep with my arms wrapped around you side-by-side; my front to your back. I have always thought your derriere to be finely formed and firm, the sight of it always stirring my heart. Even with your encouragement I was hesitant and allowed you to lead as you lifted your leg and, reaching between, grasped my thick pole guiding me to your forbidden entrance. If not for you pushing back against me I still may not have given you what you craved. The pressure against my blunt end felt unrelenting at first. Slowly you gave way before my lance. I took your hip in my hand and added my own force to the assault upon your anus. When the entrance was breached; when my weapon penetrated suddenly to feel your defense close around the rounded crown I knew at once a thrill unlike any other. You groaned in ecstasy at this initial intrusion before asking for more. More I gave you. Not until my sac rested against the smooth curve of your buttocks did I stop my drive. I withdrew after a moment to regroup before pushing home again. You begged for more and harder. With your leg held high in my arm I gave you exactly that; more and harder. Our thrusts, mine forward yours back, merged into one motion. We pressed together with my manhood obscenely violating your rectum. Never had I known such unseemly pleasure as the hot tight grip your ring had on my shaft last night. In retrospect, I see that this was a pleasure that you have known before that you concealed from me; a gift, also, for me at our parting, though I did not know it then. My stamina restored due to my earlier release, I see now your wisdom in that, I rammed your arse powerfully as I worked my hand upon your button. Over and over you climaxed filling me with affection for you at your words of adoration toward me. With loud outcry I filled your body with my second ejaculation of the night. My panting mingled with your gentle sobs of satisfaction as we fell gently to sleep, you in my arms and I in your bottom softening until I slid free. I love you. Missing You, Thomas ***** Western Union Telegram C/O Miss Simone The Crimson Doll Mrs. Constance W... stop Arrived in Washington on April 7 stop Gertrude gone stop Enterprise in disarray stop Please advise stop Anne stop Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 17 118 King William Rd. R..., Virginia Sunday April 26th, 1963 Mrs. Annabelle K... 82 Piedmont Avenue NE A..., Georgia Dear Annabelle, Come to me at once! I urgently need you. My fears have proven true. R... is a disaster. Millicent has proven false and runoff. I am too ashamed to recount the damage she has done to my house. I know not where she has gone, but I pray that wherever the slattern has taken refuge the LORD's vengeance will find her. Gertrude I fear has taken the opportunity in my distress to exact revenge upon me for as she no doubt will put it, "turning her out." Her enthusiasm for the endeavor I feel was a deception in order to gain my confidence. Once she had my trust she has proven false also. The delicate nature of her assignment makes me fear for my own safety, but Anne is at jeopardy in Washington and I must go to her and sort the matter out if we are to have any chance at success. The worst is Thomas. Everything went according to plan and he received his transfer to the State Department. Unfortunately, his presence there will avail me naught as he has been sent abroad. That is the least of his perfidy. I found a letter upon my arrival in R... from his hand detailing the profane acts that he committed in abandoning his marriage vows. He repudiated his professions of love and fidelity in a base and cowardly fashion. Come at once to R... Bernice can handle the Sisters of the Second Revolution there. I trust that her enthusiasm for the work will keep her busily exhausted. Tell her to concentrate her efforts upon the gentility as they are in possession of higher value information and leave the hospital mercy to the volunteers. There should be some corroborating accounts from the fallen, I expect, but nothing of great value. They should find satisfaction in their ministrations adequate. I particularly want to know what Jefferson Davis wishes to achieve in London. Tell her to make her wares available for the utmost value. I know she will give a fair exchange. Miss Simone has done wondrously despite the upheaval. She has the girls of the Crimson Doll well organized and industrious. Our profits are mounting. She has been of personal comfort to me. After arriving and discovering my abandonment she moved to the house. For several days I remained inconsolable. Throughout, Simone showed tender compassion toward me; the result of our harrowing experience that night at Hazel Park. It seems an eternity since I was safe and happy there with my love. Each evening she would undress me as on that first night I had fallen nearly insensate. Her delicate fingers unfastened the laces and restraints of my bodice and corsets. With a basin prepared beforehand she would wash my feet and hands clean of the days toil before dropping a nightgown upon my shoulders. Her strong hands would work the sorrow and tension from my limbs as she hummed to me some bayou melody from her youth. Each night I would drift to sleep in her arms only to wakes deep in the night sweating in terror to a phantom of my imagination. And she was there holding me, humming her tune, kissing my forehead and cupping my breast tenderly. I know not how much she slept in that time as she was always up when I awoke. She would dress me each morning and make sure to perfume behind my ears and in my décolletage so that I would be presentable. She handled everything and every business. We dined together, at first to my tears and then to silence before finally womanly banter by the third day. With Simone it seemed as if this had been no tragedy at all rather blessing. When we retired for the evening we laughed gaily as she undid my garments. Her expert finger stroked and explored my femininity. We embraced and bussed as sisters. As sisters we tumbled into bed naked and unashamed. She held me tight to her bosom until it felt only natural that I place my mouth over her caramel nipple. Her gasp was sweet melody to me. I needed comfort in my distress and Simone provided it. Lifting my head from her breast she kissed me. After this our bodies tangled as we each sought the secret places in each other. Our lips brushed sensitive skin. Our fingers probed at each other's womanhood. I screamed with a jolt of excitement when she bit hard upon my nipple. In response I pinched her nub and made her writhe in sweet torment. She showed me the places that only a woman knows how to touch. When she lowered her mouth to my sex I went wild crying into the night for her to keep kissing and lapping at my fountain. After two more climaxes, Simone disengaged. Next, she climbed above me and straddled my face. I gazed upon a woman's vagina for the first time at close. It was gleaming and drops of dew clung to her soft folds. It seemed so natural for me to reach around her hips and draw her down to my lips and I tasted another woman for the first time. My tongue dove into her honeyed folds to dexterously extract every bit of fluid. I lapped at her spring like it was an oasis. Simone bent forward to my own nether parts placing kisses upon my mound before inserting her fingers into my fanny. I climaxed at once. She worked two digits furiously at my sex. From this new position I could focus upon her button with both my teeth and tongue. It drove her wild. The more I licked and bit the harder she pounded her fingers into me. My fingers grasped and spread her buttocks exposing her puckered anus. I slid a finger into it and she exploded flooding my mouth with juice and bucking riotously. We continued like this until we fell asleep in each other's arms exhausted. Annabelle, I am recovering my strength and purpose. Come to me so that we may plan our next move and I can feel your sisterly support. In womanly anticipation, Connie Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 18 118 King William Road R..., Virginia Thursday May 14th, 1863 Dr. Ian K... 82 Piedmont Avenue NE A..., Georgia Dear Doctor, I am settled in here in R... The travel was relatively uneventful though rumors abound about sabotage to the rails I and about Virginia. In the future I will travel by carriage rather than risk a tragic derailment. Constance has nearly regained her former composure for which I thank God for Simone's steadying influence. She is guiding the ladies of the Crimson Doll with a steady hand and she demonstrates acute business acumen. The gaming tables turn nearly as much margin as the upstairs rooms. Constance departed for Washington at the first of the week and I find that with Simone's expertise I need only pay passing attention to that establishment. I am left with ample time to organize more dignified service for the men through the Sisters charity and have identified several charming young ladies of substance eager to lend a hand. It remains to secure a suitable location for our ministry which I expect to do shorty. In the mean time I have charged my recruits with joining me as noble volunteers at the nearby hospital. Unlike A... the fighting is fierce her in northern Virginia making for no shortage of casualties. The space is inadequate to the need and men fail for lack of sane and sanitary facilities. The tragedy of the battlefield is compounded by the defeat experienced in post-operative recovery. It is nearly more than a heart can bear. I tremble remembering those poor maimed souls suffering so. Even I, accustomed as I am to the wounds of war, was overcome physically the first night. But I will not be deterred. These boys have given more than can be counted. I will not fail them. I have purposed to bring to them what grace is given to me by soothing their agonies with sweet compassion and a cheerful countenance. And in that I purpose plan to gradually indoctrinate my companions in mercy through gradual exposure to the horror and much sisterly encouragement. No doubt you will be pleased to know that I tasted my first martial offering that second visit to the infirmary. He is a brave corporal of Longstreet's First Corps under Gen. Anderson wounded at Chancellorsville. I could tell the lad was of a mighty constitution the moment I laid my hand to his flesh. He grew strong under my gentle touch. We smiled at each other as I spoke words of reassurance softly for his ears alone. He took my meaning and clamped his lips tight lest he by some provoked utterance give away our private interlude. Thick and long his manhood stiffened at my caress under the concealing coverlet. Expertly I pulled back his foreskin where I could gently stoke at his glans as you showed me how. All unseen and unaware to his nearby comrades we communed. Flexes of his tumescence presaged his pending eruption. I hastily sought some method to contain his seed lest he soil his bed m linen. Finding nothing suitable nearby I slid my other hand to the tip and made a cup in which to catch his emissions. With strong pulses he shot into my hand repeatedly his warm seed. Now I was at a loss. Both hands under his sheet, one stroking the last drops from his softening penis; patients on either side and nurses and orderlies hustling to and fro had me in a compromising position. Inspiration struck and I leaned forward to whisper sweet words of comfort to his ears alone as cover whereupon I withdrew my filled palm and lifted the pearly fluid to my lips and drank his offering before his eyes. I licked every drop from my fingers, kissed him on the cheek and rose to depart. His salty offering became a sweet libation on my lips. I pray that I make you proud by my service with the skills and knowledge you trained into me. One of the surgeons took note of my medical expertise and inquiring discovered that I am the wife of one of his former interns. Dr. S... sends his greeting and congratulations. He requested that I volunteer on his shifts knowing that you will have prepared me well for service. I am eager to begin with him. He is a dear old man. In his office we relaxed as he told me about why you always start surgery on your tip toes. I think it deliciously sordid. Afterward he asked to see my shoes. I obediently lifted my hem to reveal the heeled boots I customarily wear in hospice. He tsked like a kindly grandfather and muttered, "That won't do, won't do at all." When I next arrived he drew me into his office where in private he scandalously ordered me to remove my footwear. I was shocked at the presumption, but knowing how highly you value my obedience I complied with only modest hesitation. I presume you will wish to chastise me for my delay and am prepared to submit upon our restoration. Back to Dr. S..., he knelt at my feet after providing a chair for me where he unlaced both boots completely. The laces were set aside for a later time he said. Then he got down on his knees and inhaled deeply with his nose no more than a hairs breadth from my toes. His odd behavior unsettled me though his kindly manner made all this seem eerily right. Next, he drew forth a low shoe that exposed the toes with an intricate clasp secured around the ankle with a lock and key. I was told they were of his own design expressly for surgery. Now each time I arrive we retreat to his office where he switches my shoes. And at the end of each visit we do likewise. At each step in the process he inhales deeply of the scent from my feet and from the shoes. The whole ritual takes no more than five minutes after which I find myself unaccountably flush and tingly. Still, I like him. Ever Your Obedient Servant, Annabelle Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 19 118 King William Road R..., Virginia Thursday May 23rd 1863 Dr. Ian K... 82 Piedmont Avenue NE A..., Georgia Dear Doctor, Events have moved quickly since last I wrote to you. Doctor S... shows an obsessive fixation toward my feet and toes. First were the shoes he insisted I wear during my shifts at the hospital. True they fit well and are exceptionally comfortable; it's the locking straps that make me feel awkward. Every time it is necessary for him to fit and remove the things to my feet. When he does this his hands caress my instep, heel and ankle in a most familiar and seductive fashion. If you had not instructed me to submit fully to his authority I am sure that I would have sought service elsewhere. Always he is the kindest gentleman toward me; his touch gentle and soothing. His soft hands trace the inside of my arches before pushing my skirts high enough to nearly see my knees. Down the back of my calves his hands run to cup my heels and lift and point my feet. Despite the medical imperative for cleanliness his forwardness leaves me feeling soiled when I depart. At the beginning of this week he began washing my feet and then lotion them. I felt no better than a coveted object in his hands. Oddly, the more anxious I am about his motives the more flushed I become. By Friday I looked forward to my shift with trembling as much for fear as for longing. I could feel my folds swell in unchaste anticipation. Yesterday he kissed my toes. I was so shocked that I sat frozen in place as his hands caressed my legs and feet opening my knees. He kept me in his office for nearly an hour as he applied a dark red finish to my nails. Though I customarily avoid personal adornments and pigments, as you well know, the color dramatically enhanced the appearance of my feet. I marveled at such a powerful effect with so little addition. I would have liked to apply some to my fingers had he offered. When it dried instead of returning my own shoes he substituted a pair of slippers open at the toe of soft lamb's skin with a red heel two or three inches tall that again clasped around my ankle with a lock. He told me that a gala was being held that evening, last night, where many of the elite of R... would be attending. His wife no longer cared for such frivolity so he wanted to take me as his escort lest he seem uncultured. I had no idea what to say if not for your guiding words in my heart. I agreed to his proposal. Then he helped me to my feet and we walked around the room for a time as I gained confidence while he praised my delicate feet. Some two hours before the evening meal his carriage arrived for me. I had struggled to get ready trying to find a suitably matching gown to go with my shoes. The staff and I settled on a simple green dress lightweight and sleeveless for the summer. I came down in a rush at his summons and had to pause a moment to school my stomach as there had been no time for a repast. The doctor complemented me on my dress choice noticing that the hem allowed my toes to peek out when I walked. He sat next to me in the open carriage holding my hand in both of his. I thought this a bit presumptuous but let it pass. The Grand Ballroom was festooned with banners celebrating our noble victory at Chancellorsville despite the fall of General Jackson. We swept in to the sound of strings. Again I had to pause to quiet my stomach as the scents of sweet meats and dainties filled my nostrils. Soon I was dancing. It seemed every young man and even some of the older ones simply had to partner with me. I danced every waltz I know and most of the popular jigs to the point of exhaustion. The shoes are very comfortable and suited for dancing but even that didn't keep my feet from becoming sore. I'm soaking them even as I write. Many complemented my feet throughout the evening. Sometime after nightfall Doctor S... gathered me from my admirers and ushered me into a private drawing room where I sat upon an empire sofa as he presented me with a plate and some liquid refreshment. Gratefully I accepted. As I ate he spoke about a social organization he is a part of. I cannot remember all that he said as I must have drowsed from all the exertion of the long day. I must not have been insensate long as he seemed to only just complete his own plans. The good doctor had me blindfolded by a silken cloth. I could see through it vaguely so knew that he was no longer alone in the room. From my vantage there must have been some nine or ten including women in the room with us now. No doubt you are wondering why I did not tear the rag from my eyes and hasten from the room. I could not; my arms were bound at the wrists and from there through a fixture in the ceiling pulling my arms above my head and me to my tip toes. I would have screamed out except for his gentle assurances that I would not be harmed. Dr. S... stepped behind me and released the fasteners on my skirts until they dropped free. This caused me some considerable embarrassment as I have not worn under garments for nearly a year. I hung revealed fro, the waist down with only my bustle circling my hips. The gathered throng applauded my scandalous behavior. They each then took turns fondling my feet. Even the women did so, who were the first last night to begin kissing my toes. Darling husband, I learned that the doctor belongs to a group that finds feet erotic. They literally worshiped at my feet. Soon many hands stroked and caressed my legs, ankles and feet. They kissed behind my knees, my ankles, each toe and the soles. I began to understand the allure. The more attention they lavished upon my lower portions the more excited I became. Soon my womanly parts heated. When the first one sucked on a toe I nearly pulled the ceiling down I climaxed so hard. The men laughed. Next my legs were bound with ropes above and below the knees and above the ankles. They let me down and rebound my arms behind my back. I was terrified despite the doctor's assurances. Still my bodice remained in place. It seemed that only my lower portions held any allure for my captors. Again hands and mouths explored and tasted my lower extremities. I jumped and screamed when someone of them placed his uncovered penis between my feet. They laughed more at my discomfort. He began using my feet to rub his prick up and down. Soon another placed his between my bent legs. Their spittle provided the lubricant for their carnal assault. One after another the men used my legs and feet to slake his perverse lust. I soon began to feel that I held no more importance to them than an object. I was turned till I was sitting on the sofa my womanhood in full view to their lustful gaze. One after another they stepped forward and spilled their seed upon my toes and feet. Fortunately the shoes had been removed some time ago so only my flesh received the deposits. As soon as my feet were coated in the hot semen my legs were released. They had been restrained for so long the sudden flow of blood to my numb appendages struck like a painful blow. The terrible tingling spread even to my vagina as women now grasped my ankles and forced my feet between their own thighs until my toes jammed against and then entered their sex. They used my feet to masturbate themselves to climax adding their juices to the men's sticky semen. The men cheered lustily as each of the lecherous vixens writhed and screamed with my feet stuck three toes deep inside. When finished others knelt and sucked the combined juices from my flesh. I climaxed again as they sucked each toe into their mouths until clean. I thrashed under restraining hands desperate for someone to satisfy my need. I begged any of them to take me. Laughter filled the room. Instead of violating me as I was at their complete mercy they stroked and caressed my legs until I calmed and my breathing returned to normal. It did nothing to relieve the inch between my thighs but enabled me to regain control of my senses. The ropes were removed from my arms and the doctor lifted the blindfold after the room emptied. He stood beaming at me impeccable in his evening finery. I looked the string cut marionette. Dr. S... drew a large cloak about my shoulders and with my skirts bundled in my arms he guided me out to his carriage. Barefoot and half naked he deposited me at my door where he took the cloak from my shoulders before turning and leaving. Doctor, joyfully I give myself to our fallen soldiers for the good of the country. The services I render I do so gladly and though in doing so I reap satisfaction and pleasure from swallowing those brave lad's offerings it in no way diminishes my generous contributions. Last night I was used with no more right or dignity than a chamber pot. In no fashion was any mutual pleasure had. I am trembling fearfully at returning to Dr. S...' service next week. It is only the utter confidence that I have in you and in complete obedience that I will continue to comply with your instructions and submit to his every instruction. I miss you and would very much like to feel your crop against my bottom right now. Instead I will rub my rope chafed arms and legs while ineffectually fingering my fanny for relief. Your Most Obedient Servant, Annabelle Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 20 Hazel Park E..., Virginia Thursday June 18, 1863 Cornelius B... 37 Orange Plank Rd. A..., North Carolina Darling Cornelius, I find residing on the wrong side of the Union lines unsettling. There is a certain inherent instability no matter how ordinary the day's business under occupation. Last summer the presence of Virginian troops in E... instilled confidence and security. They seemed no more than gaily clad tourists and were no trouble. Now the Union garrison has yellow legs at nearly every street corner. Their vigilance aimed more at suppressing the general populace rather than insuring their safety. On many occasion our safety has been put at risk more by their heavy handed tyranny than any other cause. Do not fear for me though, Constance's accord has shown itself stout. We enjoy freedom from unannounced inspections, requisitioning and pillaging. And we are able to turn a handsome profit from the trade in war materials just as she anticipated. The Applepress is also well protected as the officers have turned it into their impromptu quarters. Granted the girls are not as free to seek the most advantageous assignation as in the past, but the consistency of the officers transactions are a fair trade off and the girls are not so exhausted. I have a bit more difficulty here at Hazel Park. When last here, Connie had everything organized, Annabelle threw her youthful energy to every task, Millie was ready to hand, Anne and Sarah were here, we had the negro hands and even the parsimony Gertrude lent a hand. This summer I am deprived of even Miss Simone at the Applepress. Operating costs have soared as I now have to employ the former hands at wage and get half the work. Many of the vagabonds that have remained tend toward shiftlessness. I would five like Alvin and then I could feel that I am getting somewhere but all those have left to take up arms with the North I am told. Tyree has done admirably though and I cherish him dearly. My darling, I have had some word from Constance concerning Thomas. The news is grave. Thomas is not an enthusiastic supporter of our work with the troops. He had harsh words for Connie I am told before departing for London. I fear that the break may prove irreconcilable. I have taken the matter to heart though and must now confide in you the essence of our enterprise. The Applepress is a house of ease catering to the men in uniform. Connie knew of your true support of our boys regardless of circumstance and naturally did all she could for their well-being. You should be proud of her. At the Press the soldiers are able to relax and take comfort in the arms of willing daughters of the South who sooth their aches, injuries and terrors with sweet embrace. In addition to overseeing the industry of Hazel Park, you will be pleased that our daughter is capitalizing on opportunity so well; I also supervise the activities of the Applepress. If you could only see how much the men benefit from the temporary affections of our girls you would swell with pride as I do. But, rather than you hear some unsubstantiated rumor about me I must now confess to you that I find it necessary and desirable to lend my talents to the work of the Applepress. As you are aware of my ample endowments you will no doubt understand that there are some who find them irresistible. Therefore, for the benefit of the cause I have consented to consort with the officers over the rank of Major. They find my mature mind, ample bosom, round bottom and firm stomach more to their liking than the flighty girls in my charge. For example, this very week I found it needful to take a Colonel in hand. He is a gentleman and I entertained him here at Hazel Park. In Constance's boudoir he shed and hung his garments neatly before gallantly assisting me with mine. These he set aside neatly also. In the flickering candlelight he looked a rakish figure, though he acted the gentleman. His manhood stood firm pointed toward the ceiling. His is a handful, but not as thick as yours is dear. We embraced. We moved to Connie's marriage bed where we explored each other thoroughly. His fingers dexterously plunged into my sex until I was shaking from the excitement. He took particular delight in my breasts and licked, pinched and bit my big nipples until they were rigid, pink and unbearable sensitive. After they were covered in his saliva and I was frantic in my need he rolled me over and placed his manhood in the valley of my cleavage. I was instructed to push my breasts together and he thrust himself between my soft mounds. This was quite fun, as I was able to lean forward and kiss and lick his round crown with each thrust. When he released his creamy load splattered my face striking me in the eye, across the cheek and in my mouth which I swallowed instantly. I had no opportunity to remove the tasty globules as he drew me to his lap to suck on his organ. With his help I have learned how to take a longer poll further into my throat. You will certainly be pleased with that when we are reunited. As he regained his stature he pushed me onto my back where he took my legs in his arms and pressed them toward my head until I was nearly bent in half. My God that opened me up! He placed his penis against the swollen fold of my sex and rubbed himself over it until his rod was coated in my juices and I was pleading with him to enter me. The Col. took his time only pushing a little in before withdrawing. I was frothing in my need. It took twenty minutes before he had fully entered my vagina and by that time I had climaxed twice and my hole was pouring juice out around his thick tube. My dear, we have to do it like that next time. I've never had you that deep in my body before. The feeling was indescribable. He held himself there as my body boiled under him. Then he began to do me. Oh! he did me. He pounded that long pole into my fanny so hard I was practically climaxing with every fifth stroke. His pelvis slammed into mine with a loud wet smack. The impact against my clitoris set my off more. We were sweating; the bed was creaking and swaying; my knees were against my ears, my breasts squeezed between them; his face knotted and contorted as his member strained in my vagina. Foul names fell from his lips and I reveled in the humiliation. At that moment with his engorged tool plowing into my sex I was his harlot, his cocksucking slut. And I begged him to do me harder still. Franticly he drove again and again deep into my womb. And then he pierced me once more and held his place, pelvis to pelvis. His face contorted and red in the flickering yellow light as he bellowed that he was cumming and I bucked and screamed for him to give it to me as my own climax ripped through my body. We collapsed in a heap. Dear Cornelius, I do not know what you will think of me after this, but I want you to know that I have never felt more alive and part of this great struggle for our nation as I did than and do when I entertain these valiant men. It seems to me that if you find some fault in my behavior that there may still be a use for the stock to chastise the error from me. Your devoted wife, Beatrice Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 21 27 Fairfax Lane W..., Virginia Mrs. Constance W... 1472 Virginia Avenue SW Washington D.C. Thursday July 1st, 1863 Dear Mrs. W..., Due to the changing fortunes of war the Union forces her in W... are dispersing to forward areas. It behooves me to inform you that demand for our services has diminished markedly in the last several weeks. My sources inform me this trend will continue. We no longer generate the revenue or value assets, in my opinion to justify maintaining our presence in W... I am prepared to close, convert or sell the house here at your word. The camp ladies have drifted off following the troops south and west. I have been able to cultivate a friend amongst them, though. She is a mature woman with two children of uncertain parentage who darns and launders for the troops and has been known to share her wares with a handsome one on occasion. She hails from Alabama but is stuck on this side of the lines at the start of the war. We have struck up a lively friendship. If you are interested I feel she can act as our agent with the camp women. I do not think that we can expect much of value from that source, but if we can manage some support or protection against being taken advantage of by the soldiers then I believe we can realize some modest financial gain from them. Perhaps if we could enlist the services of some of the troops as guards in exchange for services rendered? As always I await your instructions. On another matter, on the eve of the headquarters staff's departure we hosted a going away party. We provided liberal amounts of intoxicants to imbibe or inhale. We were rewarded with a bounty of quality confidences including carelessly misplaced documents. All of it is included with the bill and our usual materials request. I think you will find it interesting reading. Be on the lookout for a Lieutenant Harcourt. Frankly, he has the most prodigious member that I have ever seen. His first two hostesses' that evening declined to provide him service once they had gotten him alone. It fell to me to uphold the honor of our establishment. Normally I would not dally with so junior an officer but upon this occasion I found it a pleasure to do so. Mistress W..., his organ is nearly a foot in length and thick as my forearm. As I was saying, we were gathered in the dining room and moved to the receiving lounge where we enjoyed drinks and laughter. Before long we were all in various stages of undress as the men sampled the fleshly pleasures of a bare bosom and one or two girls had proceeded to sample the men. The evening was moving in the inevitable direction when alcohol, women and men are mixed. At this point the Headquarters' Chief of Staff, a Col. S..., proposed a wager. As men do, he wished to establish that he held the pre-eminent weapon. Naturally, we ladies agreed to act as judges with a very thorough and exact examination of the lances to determine the winner. They stood in a circle facing away from each other with one of our girls kneeling before each one. This is when the difficulty started. As each officer was exposed Lieutenant Harcourt declined to participate. The Col. insisted and even ordered him to draw his sword. Gabby shrieked when she saw his manhood. Needless to say, the contest was decided on the spot. This did not sit well with the Col. as his staff had not yet been thoroughly examined, much to his frustration. So, he proposed a second wager. Mistress W..., it was the liquor. I never would have agreed otherwise. The Col. wagered that none of our girls could handle Lt. Harcourt's monster. The girls clamored to agree and I consented. But we all had to see it happen. The stake was the evening's entertainment. If we failed to properly service the Lt. then we had to service all of them for free, if not they would pay double. That's when the first two balked. One look at that thing poised at their entrance and they admitted defeat. Each girl shed her gown and after her fanny had been kissed to a juicy flow lay upon the divan as the Lt. began his assault. Even that preparation proved too little as one after the next squealed at the intrusion before retiring. Cybil managed to get the crown completely inside her vagina before passing out. Finally, it fell to me to uphold the honor of the establishment. Now the officers were gathered round cheering with each submission while stroking their own staffs. As each lady fell they knelt to service one of the officers. Soon our girls were swallowing the many swords in the room. Some had already received deposits down their throats. Now, the Col. had provided the vaginal lubrication for the most part but this time I insisted that the Lt. perform the service for me. The Col. agreed as he was giving a mouth full at the time. Let me tell you, Harcourt has an equally dexterous tongue. I made sure he kept his lips planted against mine until I had finished completely. By now I was flushed and ready. My nips were engorged and tender. Instead of laying down for him I pushed him to his back and straddled his chest. His mouth instantly found my beasts. The sharp bites spurred an equally sudden pulsing in my sex. I really wanted that thing in me at that moment. I would like to have kissed it first but that wasn't to be. He was as anxious as I to consummate the wager. I reached behind me where I had no trouble finding the python. I pushed his foreskin down until it locked under his crown and then guided it to my slick entrance. Oh my god, that is the biggest cock I have ever felt in my life. By time I had worked his head in I was weeping openly. He wiggled his hips some and I climaxed instantly. But I couldn't get any more of him inside. I literally squatted over his pole but I lacked the weight to force myself lower. I growled to him to grab my hips and force himself into me. He did. I could feel my juices squeezing out around his member for lack of room inside. He pulled me down and then lifted me up so my juice would coat his rod making it easier for both of us. With each inch I climaxed. Not all of him fit when he struck bottom. By now I was climaxing uncontrollably. I've never felt so full in my life. I couldn't close my legs if I tried. He held me around the waist and began stroking that monster into me. I loved it. The officers crowed their encouragement. Whether for me or him I do not know. Eventually he was able to slide freely into my vagina as I adjusted to his girth. With the smoother entry he quickened his pace. I can only imagine the sight of his enormous penis violating my womanhood. I could feel his urgency rise as he swelled within me. When his face contorted I leapt hastily for his cock. It felt that I must have fairly gaped from the void left from his departure. I placed my mouth upon that monster and wrapped both tiny hands around it and pumped furiously to bring him off. He produced copiously to match the magnificence of his member. The first deposit I caught in my mouth. The remainder splashed into my face over and over and over again. His fluid was in my eyes and mouth and hair. It coated my cheeks and dripped from my nose and chin. It ran down my neck to collect between my breasts. As he subsided I placed my mouth back upon his member to extract every last spurt. Then I stood, a bit wobbly, and proudly displayed our winning evidence. By that time the officers hardly cared that a wager had been made and the Col, somewhat chagrined, made good their debt commenting that he had never seen so fine a display before. The Lt. and I retired to my boudoir where we enjoyed a more satisfying roll the rest of the night. I was leaking his fluid till nearly lunch the next day. Obediently, Sarah Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 22 1472 Virginia Ave. SW Washington, D.C. Mrs. Beatrice B... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Thursday July 9th, 1863 Dear Mama, As always your perception is acute. It is indeed true that Thomas and I were last together October 27th of last year. I plan to remain here in Washington until the baby arrives and then through the rest of the winter. I have not yet informed Thomas of my impending motherhood. That is of no matter though as he as yet has not responded to any of my letters. Oh, Mama I miss him so very much. If I have not received any word from him before spring I purpose to go to England and seek restoration in person. I fear that Millie could not have done me more harm than if she had stabbed me! As far as I am able to determine she used assurances signed by me and repurposed to make her way to Winchester as a courier. She never arrived there. My agent was able to track her progress to Leesburg where she crossed the Potomac into Maryland. From there she apparently made her way to Philadelphia before disappearing. She has slipped my grasp. Gertrude's disappearance is still a mystery. As you know she had only just secured this house before she left. Anne tells me that the crates had been ransacked and the contents strewn about. I have yet to determine if it was her or vandals to cause such destruction. It appears that she made some attempts at establishing official contacts, but I have no notion to who that might have been. I fear for what she might have said and to whom. Speaking of official relations, or otherwise, I have discarded the notion of opening a branch of the Sisters here or any other house of leisure. There are numerous ones already in operation and they enjoy not only seniority but official licensing. I feel that I would encounter unwanted scrutiny from both the city as well as my rivals. Instead I will open a freight office near the river to handle our government contracts. There is a fascinating practice of bribery and graft in every deal and transaction in this city. The greed of the city functionaries is only exceeded by that of the bureaucracy. In many cases they cannot decipher which entity is to receive the, shall we say, gratuity which necessitates the greasing of both palms. All that pales in compare to the fraud on Capitol Hill. There I have an advantage as the elected and their staffs also have a fancy for feminine companionship. It is in this area that I have staked my claim. For example, I approached the chairman of the committee for procurements. At first his aide refused me access to the congressman and then claimed he was out of his office even though I had a scheduled appointment. When I brought this to the young man's attention he feigned ignorance of where the appointment book was kept. He made it clear though that a campaign contribution in the amount of $100 Union greenbacks would make the Representative available for ten minutes. I gave him $200 for twenty minutes and a kiss for his cooperation. The Congressman is a lecherous, greasy toady puffed up with his own importance. He wields what temporary power he has like a cudgel. I made my proposal outlining the goods that I have available for sale and the guarantees and assurances that Hazel Park requires to secure its freedom for deprivation. He informed me that such contracts were only negotiated in the spring when congress reconvenes and that I should reapply at that time. This was an obvious brush-off. Sensing the man's more lascivious nature by his unshielded glances at my form; he fairly ogled me, I put on a show of charm and availability. Taking the initiative, I circled his desk and leaned over the documents to indicate the advantages to the Union of my offer while letting my fan droop to display the advantages to him. With a few light strokes of my hand on his I had him practically salivating. I feigned stumbling and was able to place my hand upon his lap to steady myself. It took some minutes for me to regain my footing necessitating that my hand remain in his lap for those same minutes until he provided a firm staff to lean on. From there it was ease itself to find myself in a compromising position. That is to say, the congressman found new interest in my offer and repositioned himself behind me to get a better view of the situation. My skirts posed some difficulty but he was soon able to move them aside to gain a better proximity where he leaned far over my shoulder to peruse the presentation. From the first I could see that his reach was inferior being no more than five inches with only a slight profile. Still, he found his way to where I wanted him. Having not enjoyed the companionship of my usual escorts for some time his forwardness was a welcome intrusion just the same. The man has little style and no manners as he took no time to prepare me for his approach. Fortunately the anxiety I felt about my prospects in this town, the uncertainty of this interview and the service I rendered to his aid's manhood had adequately aroused my affections so that he found my supply of lubricant sufficient for his entry. Mama the man has no skill whatsoever. He pinned me to the desk and simply thrust away. There was so little that past for passion from the man that I just propped my elbows upon his desk and read his correspondence while he worked. Granted any tool in the shed can get the job done but his was dull and he is an unskilled craftsman. Still, he enjoyed himself. Frankly, I'm surprised that he didn't finish early. I was in his office for thirty minutes. I didn't pay for the extra ten. As it was, he failed to excite in me to a similar gratification. Don't worry, though. I did get his signature on the agreement in principle and his vote in full committee before we began. And I was able to glean considerable advantage from my reading. I found that the encounter had served only to whet my appetite and I made considerable use of Alvin upon returning to the house. He amply supplied my need and filled me to overflowing with his cream. Twice in one day is not normally my habit especially if I have not washed myself in between, but Alvin didn't mind and I was desperate. He is tender toward my condition and did not use me vigorously. Due to my narrow waist I fear that I began to show some weeks ago. I will have to make arrangements for surrogates to perform future services on our nation's capital. I have directed Sarah to return to Hazel Park and expect that she will be a boon to you there. The others I have requested to come to Washington where they will prowl the halls of government on my behalf. Next, I must find access to the War department. I love you Mama, Constance Mrs. Constance W...'s Letters 23 This letter was stuck in the bundle unopened when I acquired the desk and letters. I was loath to open it at first, but eventually succumbed to temptation. Due to the historical relevance of these documents and their fragile nature I labored to unseal this letter with assistance from my local historical society in order to prevent damaging the contents. However, the wax seal over time bonded with the paper fibers rendering portions unreadable. Additionally, this document appears to have gotten wet at some time causing the ink to run making other parts illegible. Still, the remaining parts reveal Constance's love for Thomas and her desperation to be restored to him in spite of the obvious contradiction caused by her immoral choices. The Editor ***** 1472 Virginia Ave SW Washington D.C. (Address unreadable) ...feint toward Richmond. Your former unit suffered terribly for which I give thanks that you are no longer amongst their number. Contrarily, I weep at our separation and the vile deceit practiced on you that turned your heart from me. My heart feels as rent as the bodies of our dear boys on the battlefield from your hateful words. How can two souls nit together as once ours were believe such horrible betrayal of the other. Once again I proclaim my innocence in this matter. As the Lady of Hazel Park I did no more than provide the barest comforts to the wounded and dying that Christian conscious demanded. And as a true daughter of the South I gave my utmost for the effort in support of our brave soldiers. How could I do otherwise with your brave example set before my eyes? Had my honor been taken by low villains would you have forsaken me then? Surely not. Would you not be ashamed of me if in their hour of need I had withheld whatever comfort it was in my poor power to grant to our brave lads? How could a soft word kindly spoken or a gentle hand upon an anxious brow be deemed too familiar? Too often our boys came to Hazel Park fresh from the battlefield the terrors of combat heavy upon them. And so I opened my home, my hearth and my arms to them. And if some few of them required more tender affection or took liberties unknown to polite society who was I to say them nay. ...did not resist as he speared my tender parts with his rampant manhood. I counted it a national service to be of use. And what could I do? His need drove him so that I feared to resist lest he do me some unrecoverable harm. And there was my need. You had gone to serve nearly before we could consummate our lov[e]... ... ...All that I have done was with you uppermost in my mind and heart. In the months that I have been Mistress of Hazel Park I have trebled the value of both our and Gertrude's estates. Industry flourishes under my hand that will sustain us long after the hostilities have ended. Hazel Park still stands while many of our neighbors watched theirs burn. All this I accomplished from my back. Thomas I do not flatter myself to think that you have not taken comfort where you may. I am glad that you have. I praise the generosity of my sister at arms for her tender mercy toward you in my absence. In some way I felt as I kneeled at some officer's feet gorging on his manhood that likewise you stood over some willing daughter of the South feeding her yours. In that moment I imagined how we traded places and it was I receiving your mighty length. As I sensed our connection I would open wider to accept all of you. With joy I allowed my throat to serve as the receptacle of, by proxy, your semen. This and more I was and am willing to do for you, my Darling Thomas. And in my willingness to serve the greater good I have secured for us an heir. I grow heavy with child. Thomas, my love, your name wi[ll]... ... ...Though my way has become lost and my honor tarnished I confess that I would not have done other than I did. I truly enjoy the use my body is put to. I revel in the pleasure of fornication. I have learned so much. I long for that day when I can teach you, too. My Darling, forgive me. I am thoroughly lost without you. The sun sheds no light upon my path during the day and my bed is cold at night. Everything I have done was to draw nearer to you. Instead it has driven you away. Please, I pray, do not forsake or foreswear me. I cannot bear the thought of living a single minute without your love. Forgive Me, Constance ***** 1472 Virginia Avenue SW Washington D.C. Wednesday August 5, 1863 Mrs. Annabelle K... 118 King William's Road R..., Virginia Dear Sister, With deep gratitude I write to you. In my anguish I asked for you to willing undertake the separation that I unwilling did. Through so many trials and tribulations we have come to this point. Our undertaking has born much fruit and prosperity follows wherever I go as if to mock me. An observer would count me favored of the gods and would be wrong. I would anything that Thomas had never left for war. Despite all our nation's assurances of a swift resolution to this conflict the conflagration still rages, the battles still wage, the men still die. I am so sick of war. And by war I prosper. And by war I am divided from him whom I most love. He will not respond to my letters. Men are a mystery to me. Through you and the others I make men of power dance like marionettes to my tune. They are ready to sacrifice honor, reputation and hearth for a taste of my honey, to frolic in my fields and sow among my flowers. Even Thomas demonstrated by his own hand in that hateful letter and by the testimony of that slut Millie his willingness in this regard. Shall I call it a weakness in men's character that none have shown themselves above illicit dalliance? And despite this defect they continue to thwart my desire. Thomas condemns me; punishes me with rejection and silence. After the baby is born I will go to him in London and plead my case, beg his forgiveness at his feet. Because I will throw all I have built upon the wind; I will not demand of you what I am unwilling to pay myself. Sarah is on her way to you from Hazel Park when she arrives you are to return to Atlanta and your true husband. God bless you both. When you arrive send Bernice to take your place. I feel that she will be aptly suited to the role I have in mind there in Richmond. And on Capitol Hill these knaves will sell country and soul to line their pockets with a bit of silver and slake their lust upon any maid unwary enough to fall into their hands willingly or naught. Yet they will not stay bought. A blight upon their family trees! In order to secure these men of fay conscious to my purpose in addition to selling what we have obtained from our sources I have established a practice of flattery. Rather than compete with the established bauds for the attention of our marks I host balls and evening parties by invitation only. With a sprinkling of luminaries on the guest list my targets eagerly expose themselves to my tender interrogations. This method has proven to be a grand success as the weak willed and inconstant tumble over themselves to offer all that I require in order to secure an invitation. And they keep their assurances afterward rather than risk social ostracization. Annabelle, their appetites are perverse. I had thought to turn the labor over to Anne and her peers but the more gravid I become the more in demand my company becomes. The Senator from Maine literally suckled at my teat like a babe! And he paid generously for the privilege. Others have passed on the charms of my ladies for an opportunity to grasp and stroke my rounded stomach while embracing me from behind. Without the fear of conception they are eager to plow with me. If possible I have fornicated more than ever I did at Hazel Park. On one occasion the evening festivities moved to upper floors. Four or five committee members and bureaucrats repaired with me to my receiving room. With privacy for their proclivities they proceeded to remove my choice gown. Within moments I was bare to my shoes. Two of them latched onto my enlarged breasts. Their tongues flashing over my sensitive areolae stoked a fire between my legs. Jolts shot through me with each bite on my stiffened nubs. I was drawn down to the fainting couch where a statesman mingled his whiskers with my own pubic growth. The combination of the three tongues to my womanly parts became overpowering and I cried out as pleasure flaring from my crotch left me trembling. Fluid coursed from my opening and the gentleman drank deeply using his tongue to probe deeply and release more of the sticky sweet nectar. The first two caressed my naked flesh paying particular attention to my bottom as it hung half off the cushion and my distended belly. Fingers pushed and probed at my foul opening making me grateful that I had washed and perfumed all my parts. I reveled in their attentions receiving another release in short order. With the throws of passion still upon me yet another of my paramours pushed his thick member to my lips. I opened wide as I could but his girth was such that I barely encompassed his un-cut head. With my jaw wedged open by his fat penis I could only gag as he used my mouth like a vagina forcing himself farther in until he touched the back of my throat. The experience left me cold as spittle ran from my lips and down his shaft to collect in his pubic hair. The musky scent of his scrotum filled my nostrils. I had hardly any time to consider my awkward position as the continuing ministrations to my private parts had me flush with excitement. Soon I felt my hand guided around the throbbing shaft of another erection. I did what comes naturally and stroked the silky staff vigorously. I could not see clearly who was where and doing what to me. In moments I convulsed as more waves of sexual release rolled through my heaving body. They took charge of my body and moved me where they willed. I found myself turned and kneeling over the lounge. One of them took my place and reclined bare from the waist down. He held upright a prodigious penis. I went to work on it at once with my mouth. I slurped and sucked up and down its length circling the crown with my tongue. Both my hands were filled with cocks. A finger pushed its way into my rectum and I bucked as a jolt of electricity shot through my fanny. From behind the tongue was replaced by an engorged penis. By then I was sopping wet and ready to be plowed. The feeling was indescribable as his length filled me up. I felt hips press against mine. Hands squeezed my breasts and fingers twisted viciously at my nipples. The stimulation coupled with the thrusting invasion between my legs brought about another powerful orgasm. The invader withdrew and I was lifted onto the reclining gentleman's chest. He guided the staff I lately worked in my mouth to my dripping and anxious vagina. They lowered me onto it. Riding a long erection is truly a joy. I could do that all night if given the chance. That night though I was pushed forward and he stroked his meaty rod rapidly into me. My breast bounced in his face and he latched a tongue to one while controlling me with hands to my hips. From over his shoulder a fresh cock presented itself for my oral pleasure. I took it greedily. I knew when the finger working my anus was removed that a much larger prod would soon probe my arse. That has happened only once before but the orgasm I experienced was so intense that I eagerly anticipated this second rectal impaling. I was not disappointed. The prick entering my arse felt like it was splitting me open. My screams were muffled by the cock pushed into my mouth. With a sudden rush my ring closed about his crown as his cock penetrated my un-natural opening and he began stroking the mighty prick in and out loosening me further. I groaned again as an orgasm ignited in my stretched loins. They ravaged me. I felt a very strumpet as these men of substance penetrated my defenseless body at their pleasure. Climaxes erupted in me with such frequency that I became dazed by the unending sexual gratification until I lost all sense of time and place. For me there became only the driving and thrusting, the sucking and licking, the pinching and biting. When the cock I sucked on erupted I gobbled the thick white goo like a sweet confection. I continued to service his manhood. In my rear I felt the urgency of that man's near release and pushed back hard to force him deeper still. He delivered a pulsing stream deep in my bowels hot and heavy. He pulled out only to be replaced by another prodigious prick. One after another these fine upstanding gentlemen ravaged my arse depositing their seed within until the sticky fluid oozed from my stretched sphincter. The man underneath poured his own essence into my occupied womb near the end. When at last their thirst for debauchery had been slaked they redressed and left joking amongst themselves. I lay a twisted heap upon the divan fluid streaking my cheek and leaking from my orifices completely exhausted and satisfied. I do not suggest for you or any of our ladies that they should submit to such an extreme usage. Nor was I able to garner any useful intelligence from the encounter. Rather I say only that men of power and prestige have greater lusts to match their greater prominence. It behooves us to indulge those predilections in order to gain acceptance into their presence and in so doing gain access to what they know. An evening's dalliance followed by a personal visit to the said gentleman's office will prove both pleasurable and profitable. Imagine what can be overheard from beneath a desk while servicing his cock. Dear sister run to your home and never let your husband doubt your heart. Win him daily with tender entreaties and soft kisses. Though you lay with scoundrels and statesmen ever let him know you are his to command and they are merely a service for your nation. I love you Annabelle, Connie