Rescued
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This time of the year is usually so beautiful, Maggie thought, as she stared out of her window. Oh, the leaves were still turning brilliant hues of red and orange and yellow. But it was 1864 and Maggie was in Virginia. Sighing, she turned away from the window, once again cursing the Fates which had had her turn a marriageable 17 at the start of the War Between the States.
Maggie could see only one benefit to being unmarried at the God-awful age of 21. When she worked at the hospital, along with every other able bodied woman in the county, she wasn’t required to work in the more critical wards or assist the doctors in surgery as were the married women and the widows. Even in the midst of war, there were things that just weren’t proper for a virgin to see. So, Maggie sat with recovering soldiers, changed some bandages, wrote letters home for those who couldn’t do it themselves, brought water to fever-parched lips.
She’d received so many proposals of marriage that she’d stopped counting. She would laugh and flirt with the soldiers, but she never seriously entertained their offers. Maggie had her heart set on a man just like her father. Of course, she had never actually met this man she would marry. Yet. But she knew what she wanted him to be like. He would be tall and broad of shoulder. His eyes would twinkle with a genuine sense of humor. His hands would be large enough to take care of her and protect her from the world, but gentle enough to wipe a tear from her cheek.
‘If I don’t stop this wool-gathering, I’ll never get anything accomplished today,’ Maggie mused, turning away from the window. She set about dressing for the day, wondering if, even at this early hour, her father had already left for the hospital. He was too old to join the ranks of soldiers himself, but he’d been the county doctor for more years than Maggie could remember and spent most of his time at the hospital. As his only child, Maggie divided her time between the big house and the hospital. They still had a few servants, but most had fled long since. Maggie’s mother had passed away several years before the war.
Maggie ran a brush through her fair locks and secured them at the nape of her neck in a bun. Her dress was somewhat out of fashion, but suitable for working at home or the hospital. Her bountiful curves strained the worn fabric but her beauty was timeless, and, as her father had told her many times, would probably remain so. She was the mirror image of her mother, who had been a raving beauty even at two score and ten.
The day was long and tiring. Maggie spent most of it washing and rolling bandages, then taking them to the hospital where she’d held the hand of a grievously wounded soldier while he died. She never knew his name, but she wept a tear for a life cut short. Maggie trudged home at twilight, a new basked of bloody dirty bandages to be washed and rolled. Father had still been in surgery when she left. Again. She reminded herself to leave something warming for him for whenever he returned. If he did. He often stayed days at a time at the hospital.
The shadows cast by the trees were lengthening into dusk when Maggie rounded the last curve before her home. Once again daydreaming about her faceless suitor — this time he was a knight of old, striding up on a white horse to rescue her from a dragon — Maggie didn’t notice the noises behind her until it was too late. Two sets of hands grabbed her arms. She screamed, but one filthy hand clamped over her mouth and fetid breath fanned her ear, ‘Scream and we’ll have to hurt ya, Missy.’
The breath Maggie had drawn to scream was cut off by a thick arm squeezing her middle, hefting her off her feet and dragging her into the trees beside the road. Struggling, she heard fabric rip and felt the cool autumn breeze on her back. Her struggles acquired new energy and Maggie felt she had almost got free of her captors when one of them clubbed her on the back of the head and she lost her wits.
When Maggie regained consciousness, it was to feel the cool air on her bare legs and hear the raised voices of the men arguing about who would have her first. Apparently they’d discovered her virgin condition and each wanted to be the one to break her in. Maggie took in the dirty blue coats and surmised they were a small band of Union deserters.
Fear blinded Maggie to her surroundings and, as she tried to make her escape, she stepped on a small branch, alerting the men to her attempt. She was dragged back and each man held a limb to the ground to prevent further foolishness on her part. Instead of fighting, now each man did his part to further tear her garments from her body. The old and worn fabric ripped easily and in a matter of moments, Maggie lay naked on the ground, ruined scraps of dress below her.
Coarse remarks burned her ears.
‘Look at them titties,’ one said with his tongue hanging out.
A second grabbed one and squeezed, hard. Suddenly, they all joined in, pawing Maggie, leaving dirty marks on the most private parts of her soft white skin. Maggie sobbed uncontrollably. Suddenly, the heavy drum beat of horses’ hooves sounded in her ears and she looked up to see a huge white horse bearing down on them.
An officer, by the insignia on his collar, probably coming to join his subordinates, Maggie groaned to herself. He jumped down off his horse and Maggie closed her eyes and steeled herself for ravishment. Instead, she heard the hard sound of flesh meeting flesh. She cracked open one eye and saw this new soldier fighting off the old dirty curs who had attacked her. He finally drew his gun and shot one. Maggie had seen enough at the hospital to know that the man on the ground was dead. The other two ran through the trees, screaming something about how he could have her, there were others.
Maggie, still dazed, tried to pull the torn pieces of her dress together to cover her nakedness. She looked up when she saw the stranger pulling off his uniform coat and tried to struggle to her feet. But he stopped her and merely put his coat over her shoulders to give her a better covering. Maggie accepted his offer, closing her eyes in silent thanks for the body warmth the coat still held.
‘Do you live near here?’
Maggie snapped up her head at the sound of his voice. Her eyes were drawn to his face and when she saw him fully, her eyes widened. His hair was dark and short, framing a face as handsome as a Greek god in one of Maggie’s father’s books. His green eyes sparkled with some inner light. His features seemed to have been chiseled by a master sculptor who had been bent on displaying the masculine features in perfection. The dark mustache that rode his upper lip and the shadow on his cheeks gave him a dashing look which made Maggie’s body respond in unfamiliar ways.
Her breasts tightened and swelled, and she could feel her nipples tightening into hard little points. Something like a flush of electricity swept through her body, centering in her loins causing Maggie to wiggle in discomfort on the hard ground. A strange wetness gathered between her legs and Maggie suddenly found it difficult to draw a breath.
‘I said, ‘Do you live here?’ Miss’
‘Oh, no…I mean, yes, just up the road.’ Maggie could barely get the words out. ‘Thank you for coming to my rescue. I didn’t know the Union had any gentlemen leading it, Captain.’
‘Name’s Rafe, ma’am. Captain Rafferty Slater, at your service. I saw what those men were up to and I just couldn’t let a pretty thing like you be spoiled by the likes of them. And you are?’
‘Maggie Donnelley. Thank you again. I live in that house just around the bend. May I offer you some refreshment? Our cook probably has dinner waiting.’
Rafe helped Maggie to her feet and helped her find her shoes and they walked the last little bit to Maggie’s home. Maggie had a hard time staying on her feet. She tripped several times, each time caught by Rafe’s strong arms. Once inside, Maggie excused herself to
repair her appearance. She returned in moments, wearing one of her better dresses. This one was still pretty and not very worn, but showed more than a little décolletage.
Cook had, indeed, left dinner, a stew rich with meat and vegetables in a thick sauce and bread still warm from the oven, in the kitchen for Maggie and her father. Rafe and Maggie ate together, enjoying one another’s company. Then, as the hours grew later and the sky grew darker, Rafe built a fire and the two sat back to watch the flames.
The length and excitement of the day combined to make Maggie drowsy. The small glass of wine she’d consumed with her dinner only added to that effect. Sitting properly on opposite ends of the parlor sofa, Rafe watched Maggie’s head nod toward the armrest. Gently, he eased himself closer to her and softly he eased her head back to his shoulder. Rafe silently admired the beauty in his arms by the light of the fire.
She was a rare beauty indeed. A fine jewel he had rescued from the swine. Thoughts swirled around in his head, causing him to question his motives. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs. He was a young virile man with a beautiful young woman in his arms. He did what any such man in his position would do. He turned her face to his and kissed her.
Maggie woke slowly, not wanting to end the dream she was having. Rafe, the knight on his white steed, was standing over her, leaning down and kissing her. His lips were so warm and real on hers. Maggie breathed deeply the scent of him, of man and horse and whiskey. Suddenly, she felt the pressure of a hand on her breast. The shock opened her eyes and she realized that her dream was not a dream. Rafe was kissing her. It was his hand on her breast. The heartbeat that jumped in her chest made him look down at her and smile.
No words were exchanged. Rafe, silent, hoping Maggie wouldn’t decry her maidenly virtues, Maggie, silent, hoping Rafe would overlook her virgin state and claim her. Their silent answers were found in the yielding of Maggie’s lips beneath Rafe’s own. Her small arms circling his neck, drawing him closer, her fingers threading into his hair.
Rafe drew Maggie fully into his arms and kissed her deeply. His hands caressed the length of her back, winding into her hair, releasing it from its confining bun. Her blonde hair spilled over hands.
Maggie felt him releasing her hair and then felt his hands at the fastening of her dress. She felt the release of tension as the dress fell forward away from her bosom and Rafe’s hands sliding it further off her shoulders. His lips followed his hands from her lips to her neck to her shoulders. As more skin was exposed, Rafe kissed it. His lips began to trace a fiery line from her collarbone to where her heart thudded beneath her breast, finally to capture one pink peak in his mouth.
Maggie moaned as Rafe’s mouth enclosed her nipple. Never in her life had she felt anything so heavenly. She wanted the moment to go on forever, but a new pulse beat, throbbing to life between her legs told her there was more. She arched her back into Rafe’s caress and allowed him to work his magic on her body. She allowed him to slide her dress off her hips and onto the floor, then stood while he removed her petticoats, stockings and drawers. Oddly, she felt no shame in standing naked before him. She watched as he stood and slowly undressed in front of her, each item baring more velvet covered muscles. His strength was more obvious as he removed his shirt. Maggie’s eyes caressed his chest.
Rafe caught the direction of her eyes and, taking her hands in his, put her hands against his chest. ‘It’s okay, darling. You can touch.’
Maggie blushed prettily at the frankness of his words, but immediately threaded her fingers into the mat of hair on his chest. Desire made her forget her timidity. The naked lust in Maggie’s eyes fanned the fire of Rafe’s wanting, and he quickly shed his pants and drew her into his arms.
Maggie had been kissed before. Recovering soldiers tried to steal kisses from her often, many times succeeding. Never before had one stirred her passions as this Union Captain did. Never before had she stood, naked, in man’s arms with the knowledge that he would make love to her. Rafe scooped Maggie into his strong arms and carried her to her heretofore chaste bedroom. He laid her across the bed, then, parting her thighs with his knees, settled between them with his head at her breasts.
Rafe nuzzled those twin plump peaks until Maggie was writhing with desire, bucking her hips beneath him, not really knowing what she wanted him to do. She only knew there was an incredible heat between her legs. A heat that threatened to engulf her in its flames. Rafe kissed her breast one more time then dipped his head to her navel. Maggie cried out in pleasure when his tongue dipped into this virgin dimple. His breath warmed her skin his tongue drew gooseflesh as he traced a path down her navel to her woman’s mound.
Rafe nuzzled his nose into the fragrant patch of fine downy black hair, drawing a shocked cry from Maggie. She tried to sit up from the bed, but was stopped by Rafe’s arm resting across her stomach, holding her down on the bed. His tongue licked out and found the little nub of pleasure hidden there wringing a sob of pleasure from Maggie. He continued to taste of her essence, his tongue running over every inch of her womanly folds to her most secret places.
Maggie’s mind was in a blur. She tried, but could not draw one coherent thought. She could only accept the pleasure Rafe was determined to give her. The intense fire and throbbing grew until Maggie could not catch her breath. It continued to pulse, like her heartbeat, until it burst in a glorious cloud around her that threatened to steal away her very sanity. When she began to float back to the earth, Maggie felt something foreign and hard pressing into the juncture of her thighs. Instinctively, she parted her legs further to accommodate him. Her climax had made her very wet and Rafe had no trouble pressing into her, inch by inch.
He gently pushed past her virgin’s barrier and stole her brief gasp of pain in his mouth as he kissed her. Soon, every inch of his manhood was buried into her silky sheath. It felt so good, Rafe had to grit his teeth and concentrate not to spill his seed too soon. When Maggie relaxed, he began to thrust gently. Soon, Maggie’s legs were wrapped around his hips and she was meeting his thrusts with those of her own. Maggie was again lost in the sensation of pleasure as she spiraled toward climax once again. An aura of bliss exploded around the two lovers and both cried out as wave after wave washed over them. Rafe felt his seed explode into Maggie’s body.
In the aftermath, feeling as though every nerve ending in her body was being stimulated, Maggie rested her head on Rafe’s shoulder as they snuggled together. She closed her eyes to allow sleep to win its war with her brain.
Rafe, feeling the small body next to him relaxing next to him, hugged her briefly to him and kissed her forehead. It’s a good thing he’d been watching this particular Rebel gal. He knew if he was patient, he’s get a chance. He’d been so right…
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The first day of college is always exciting. The most exciting part is finally getting to know which girls are in your class. I remember sitting on the 2nd last bench even though there was space available in front. It’s always the last benchers who are asked to move front not the 2nd last. A guy who I had spoken to barely twice was bombarding me with a barrage of information about our course. I was looking at the door when she entered. The room sort of went quite for a moment. Jaws on the...
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The week-long business trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn’t believe she was finalizing the end to her second marriage. “How could this have happened again?” she kept asking herself. But, at least for the next few days, she had a change of scenery and the chance to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional Sales Director for a global rental car company. One of her very best friends from high school lived in...
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I would meet the gas repairman (Neil) and also one of his work friends two weeks after my initial bit of fun with him. The repair had been a complete success, but on coming home one day I found him at home with my mum on the pretext that he had been checking out his work and carrying out his fatal safety inspections. Mum looked a little bit flustered, but to be honest I just thought he’d probably been chatting her up a bit more while he was carried out his work. I was to find out the truth...
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