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Chapter 27 – Desert Encounter
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Copyright 2004
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"I commit my soul to Almighty God and to Jesus Christ, his son and Saviour," whispered Captain John MacDonald to himself as he parried the blow of the Dervish blade. The five mounted Dervishes continued to press in attempting to capture or kill the captain. Moments before he and his subaltern, Lieutenant Wilkins had been surprised by seven Dervishes when performing a reconnaissance in advance of his detachment.
Lt. Wilkins was lying on the ground several yards away attempting to hold his intestines in place. A Dervish scimitar had sliced his abdomen open in the first seconds of the skirmish.
I can't hold them off much longer realized the Captain. His mount and his sword arm were tiring. He'd emptied his revolver to little effect during the first few minutes of the encounter. The Captain understood that the reason he was still alive was that the enemy would prefer to capture him rather than kill him. Mohammed Khan would doubtless pay a handsome reward for a British officer. The Captain considered surrender but he had heard the stories of how the Dervishes treated prisoners. Torture and mutilation followed by public castration in the great square of Khartoum was to be expected. Better to die with your balls still connected was his regimental commander's crude advice.
A cry reached his ears forcing Captain to look past his attackers. What he saw caused him to despair. Another enemy was quickly approaching on a huge white camel. The warrior dressed like an Arab looked enormous astride the beast. As the Arab approached, he drew two pistols at the same time and began to fire. At that moment one of his attackers landed a blow on the Captain's helmet knocking him unconscious. He fell slowly from his horse to the hard desert earth.
It was moments later that the Captain looked up into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. Although the owner of the eyes wore both a veil and a burnoose, he could see red curls. He was astonished to hear a woman's voice speak English with a British accent.
"This one is alive,' said Ludivine.
"This one isn't. Too bad I could use a fuck," said Elena.
The Captain thought that the blow had somehow addled his brain. He glanced around and saw the bodies of the Dervishes. His horse was nearby.
"You're an English woman," said the Captain not know what to make of it.
"Yes, Colonel Ludivine Townly of the Berbera Composite Brigade, and you are."
"Captain John MacDonald of the 19 th Hussars," said Captain MacDonald.
"Can you stand, Captain? We need to get moving before the one Dervish who got away returns with reinforcements."
"I think so," said the Captain.
"This is Major Elena Townly, my sister," said Ludivine to the Captain.
"Major," said the Captain acknowledging the introduction as he stood. He could see that the Major was also very beautiful. "Is he?" asked the Captain gesturing toward the body of Lt. Wilkins.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," said Elena. "He was quite a handsome lad. I bet he was a great favorite of the ladies."
"He was engaged to be married when he returned," said the Captain.
"Unfortunate, the bride will miss her wedding night," said Elena.
"You saved me?" asked the Captain as he attempted to understand what was happening. When he stood, he realized that Ludivine towered over him and that Elena was several inches taller.
"I wish we had arrived earlier and saved your Lieutenant," said Elena. "I would like to have shown him some things that he could use to his advantage on his wedding night."
"I must get back to my men," announced the Captain once he was mounted.
"My brigade is camped in the Wahdi Razuli an hour's ride from here," said Ludivine as the enormous snow white camel climbed to its feet.
"My detachment was marching toward Wahdi Razuli. We are fifteen days out of Port Said," said the Captain as they prepared to leave.
"Port Said is our destination. We hope to take ship there and return to our homes," said Ludivine.
"I want to thank you for saving my life," said the Captain.
"Anything for a fellow servant of the crown," said Ludivine.
"You said you are a Colonel," said the Captain wondering how it could be that a woman was an officer.
"Yes, we hold our commissions from the city-state of Berbera," said Ludivine. "Is your force substantial?"
"Less than a hundred hussars," answered the Captain.
"Why does such a small force approach the Dervish capital of Khartoum when there are tens of thousands of dervish?" asked Ludivine.
"We are on a secret rescue mission. A reconnaissance party of British Lancers were captured almost a year ago," said the Captain. "Our plan was that we would arrive without being detected. I'm afraid everything has gone terribly wrong."
"And who precisely do you intend to rescue?"
"Fifteen lancers were taken prisoners by Mohammed Khan. The Khan executed half of the prisoners in the main square of the city. There are reliable reports that Major Huntington and the others who survived have been imprisoned in a palace on the outskirts of Khartoum."
"Imprisoned in a palace, not some filthy rat-infested Dervish dungeon," said Ludivine. "Did you say Major John Huntington?"
"Yes, John Huntington the Earl of Kent's youngest son. Do you know him?"
"Yes, we met in London during my coming out season," said Ludivine. "I danced with him scandalizing my parents. He has the reputation of a rake and roué."
"I was not aware of that. Major Huntington is known an able military man. According to our spies the palace is a sort of brothel run by two British girls who happen to be twins. I'd prefer not to discuss what kind of brothel with you ladies present. Suffice it to say that the most depraved and sordid acts are performed there,' said the Captain.
"You need not be so circumspect with us. Pirates in the Madagascar Straits captured my sister and me two years past. Our father was killed and mother sold into slavery. We were trained by a Hindu priestess to please men sexually. We spent many months in a brothel. Recently we were the sexual slaves of the Emir's Prussian officers. They took us at their will for six months. There is absolutely nothing of a sexual nature that you cannot discuss with us," said Ludivine.
"At Mrs. Bromley's bawdy house in Toliara, I performed sexual intercourse with an average of twenty sailors each day at 15 pennies each," added Elena matter of factly.
"You ladies have me at a disadvantage. Major Huntington and his men are forced to perform as women for Mohammed Khan's court," blurted out the embarrassed Captain.
"Interesting," said Elena. "I'd like to see that. Most brothels offer young boys especially if sailors are among their customers. "
"Look, more Dervish," said Captain MacDonald pointing toward two approaching riders.
"No, those are our scouts," said Ludivine stopping to allow the two riders to catch up.
"Colonel, there is a British force up ahead but I see you have found one of them," said Oliver.
"Captain, this is our brother, Private Oliver Townly and his good friend, Private Ernest Stapleton, the brother of one of my officers, Lt. Louise Stapleton."
"Odd I must say that the men are privates and the women officers," said the Captain.
"That is how it should be," said Elena.
"Anything else?" asked Ludivine.
A large force of Dervish is on the trail of the Hussars. They are less than half a day's march behind them," said Ernest.
"Oh my," said the Captain. "We've lost the element of surprise."
"Did your scouts not detect the pursuing force?" asked Ludivine.
"We do not have the services of scouts,' said the Captain.
"The Sudan is not a place to rush blindly about, Captain MacDonald. If we hurry we can meet up with your detachment and force march them to Wahdi Razuli before dark. Then we must make a decision whether to fight or run. We have an advantage since they are only expecting a force of one hundred Hussars and I have over two hundred Grenadiers plus cannon and a small force of cavalry. We may be able to surprise them," said Ludivine.
"Oliver, you and Ernest shadow the Dervish force. Return at dawn to report their status," said Ludivine.
It was nearing dark when the hussars reached Wahdi Razuli.
"Your force is all women," exclaimed Captain MacDonald as he and his Hussars rode into the oasis. The Captain was astounded when he realized the sentries were women and even more astounded when he saw dozens of naked women relaxing in the oasis pool fed by the spring that created the Wahdi. The women jumped up to greet the hussars offering them water and fresh fruit. At the grenadier's encouragement, some of the hussars began to undress and join the woman in the cool waters.
"Except for Oliver and Ernest," said Elena.
"All the women will have to put some clothes on immediately if we are to maintain discipline," said the Captain. "That is an order."
"As the superior officer I give the orders. You are under my command now," said Ludivine.
"That's ridiculous. You're a woman," said Captain MacDonald.
"And a full colonel not only by appointment but by right of battle. I defeated in battle Colonel Himmelman the former commander of the mercenary forces in Berbera. We have fought three pitched battles with the Dervishes since crossing into the Sudan losing only twelve soldiers and killing hundreds of the enemy. How many times have you faced the Dervish in combat, Captain?"
"None, actually," said the Captain. "This is my first overseas posting. I taught mathematics at Sandhurst."
"Then I expect you to bow to my superior force, knowledge and experience," said Ludivine.
"It's most irregular but I can see your point," said Captain MacDonald watching as his entire force quickly shed their clothes. Naked hussars and the grenadiers began to disappear into the bushes sounding the pool.
"Good, now tell your men to make camp first. Then they can relax in the pool and have sexual intercourse with the grenadiers who will be more than happy to accommodate them," said Ludivine. "We are used to pleasing men sexually. I'm sure my grenadiers are disappointed that your numbers are less than half ours. They will quickly wear your hussars out."
"The Prussian mercenaries were four to one against us. They kept us on our back for hours at a time," said Elena with a wistful look on her face.
"Yes Colonel, but I must say it seems most heathen and unchristian to me. I would have thought your grenadiers being European and civilized would be more circumspect in their behavior," said the Captain.
"Our Prussian drill sergeants beat the civilization out of us, Captain," said Elena. "I have scars on my back and brands on my breasts to prove it. We were all forced to walk the Prussian's gauntlet at one time or another. Would you like to see mine?"
"No, I can see the brands and the scars," said the Captain noticing that all the grenadiers with their breasts exposed had been horribly branded. He could also see the scars of on backs of several women nearby.
"At the whim of the Turkish Emir, the Prussians trained us as grenadiers. They was a serious mistake," said Ludivine.
"Pray why was that?" asked the Captain.
"They trained us too well," said Ludivine. "We became their nemesis."
"How did you escape?"
"We faked our escape to lure Colonel Himmelman and his cavalry into a pitched battle. As a military man he lacked patience and cunning. They foolishly charged our ranks of muskets. We destroyed them to the last man."
"You defeated a unit of Prussian cavalry?"
"Utterly, Then we returned to Berbera under cover of darkness and surprised the Prussian grenadiers in their sleep. We shot them down as they fled their burning barracks. After that we stormed the Emir's palace and captured him and his courtiers and assumed command of the city of Berbera," said Ludivine.
"We didn't take any prisoners either," said Elena emphasizing her point by drawing her finger across her neck.
"What came of the Emir and his court?" asked Lt. Rodney Tibbetts.
"We executed them in the town square and then had the most marvelous orgy. It went on for three days. The citizens of Berbera joined in the fun. I doubt there is a virgin younger than ten in Berbera," said Elena.
"Most interesting, what did you do during the celebration?" asked Lt. Tibbetts who was with the death of Lt. Wilkins now second in command. He and Elena were showing a distinct interest in one another.
"I fucked myself silly. I've never had so many sexual partners I completely lost count," said Elena.
"Surely the desert and the strain of your adventures have caused you to lose your sense of morality. I have never heard of such libertinism from British women,' said Captain MacDonald looking shocked. He was considering trying to stop his men form cavorting with the women. All of the enlisted men had shed their uniforms and joined the women in the pool. Only a few yards away several of the hussars were openly embracing the naked women. Loud moans and sighs filled the air. The Captain decided to ignore the situation after concluding his orders would not be obeyed.
"Relax Captain. Let them have their fun. Tomorrow we have a difficult fight on our hands and many may not live to enjoy the company of the opposite sex at another time and place," counseled Ludivine reading the Captain's mind.
"I do not know what to make of this," said the Captain as he and the other officers watched the unbridled sex. "It goes against the very foundations of proper society."
"I understand and must add that once felt the same way," said Ludivine.
"What changed your outlook?" asked the Captain.
"Being raped numerous times on the deck of my father's ship by pirates. They cheered each time I was violated. A man named Sir Charles Danby whom my father considered a friend betrayed us to the pirates. He took my virginity with a marlinspike. The pirates performed unspeakable acts with us on the voyage to their capital, Mahajanga. Once ashore we became harem girls who serviced the needs of the fortress where we were imprisoned. There were fifteen of us captives. Princess Aziza, the wife of Sir Charles and the daughter of Karem Bey was in charge of us. She saw that we were seldom without a man between our legs. The Princess would invite entire companies of her father's palace guard to the harem where they would plunge their manhood into all three of our orifices."
"And you survived?" said the Captain.
"The Princess was very clever. We developed a strong appetite for sexual congress with both men and women," said Elena.
"You practiced the Sapphic arts?" asked Lt. Tibbetts.
"Of course, every day," said Elena.
"Princess Aziza employed a Chinese doctor to mutilate our sexual organs in the fashion of Manchu concubines who are known throughout the Orient for their unbridled lust. He cut out sexual organs to make us wanton women with an insatiable appetite for sexual pleasure. A Hindu temple priestess trained in the art of lovemaking as described in the Kama Sutra taught us all that is known with regard how to sexually pleasure a man, a woman and ourselves Later we worked as prostitutes in a brothel for sailors where we gathered intelligence for the Madagascar Pirates. We escaped with the help of an Ibo prince and lived happily with the Ibo tribe for a short period."
"What an incredible tale?" exclaimed Lt. Tibbetts.
"Tell your sergeant not to bother pitching your tent tonight, Lieutenant. You can sleep in mine," whispered Elena to the Lieutenant.
"And how did you come to be in the Sudan?" asked the Captain.
"We were kidnapped by Arab slavers and transported by ship from idyllic Ibo country to the harsh deserts of Ethiopia. The Emir had let it be widely known that he would pay handsomely for beautiful European women to populate his army of women. Slavers from the Arab world scoured North Africa and the Mediterranean kidnapping young beautiful women wherever they found them. We have many members of the nobility and several daughters of wealthy Americans among our brigade. Once in Berbera, we were sold to the Turkish Emir where we were first brutally whipped then branded on both breasts as slaves. The brands are deep. We were purposely mutilated to mark us as the property of the Emir," said Ludivine.
"One of the dungeon's torturers would stick his cock in you while the other branded your breast," said Elena. "My screams and painful muscular contortions added to their pleasure."
"How horrible," commented the Captain.
"The Emir employed a corps of Prussian officers and noncommissioned officers to train a mercenary force to subdue the tribes of Ethiopia. The Ottoman Sultan financed his efforts. I have papers proving the complicity of Sultan Omar in the Turkish conquest of Ethiopia. I will provide them to the crown as soon as I return to England," said The Emir who was slightly mad ordered the Prussians to develop a force of female warriors. I later learned from perusing his official papers that the Emir had read about the Amazon warriors of the ancient Greeks. He hoped to replicate them in us. His Prussians considered him a lunatic but went along because he paid very well and the nearby presence of over two hundred attractive women provided sexual partners for the male mercenaries. They subjected us to the same regimen as the men. Each morning, some of us were put on report for minor infractions and forced to walk the punishment gauntlet. We drilled with muskets during the day according to the field manual of Frederick The Great. On weekends, we were given to the men like common whores."
"What an extraordinary story," said Lt. Tibbetts.
"So you were trained by the Prussians. That must have been hard. I would not think that mere women could survive such difficult physical training," said the Captain.
"It was very hard at first. We seem to not only survive but thrived. Our rate of musket fire soon exceeded that of the male brigades and we were more accurate. We left nearly four hundred dead mercenaries in Berbera," said Ludivine.
"It's all very amazing," said the Captain.
"I'll leave you to see to your men, Captain. Tomorrow we face perhaps 3,000 dervishes. There will be a council of war in my tent in one hour. Your attendance and that of your officers is required."
It was later that night when Captain MacDonald had slipped between the covers that he saw a tall figure enter his darkened tent and shed a shimmering robe.
"It's me, Ludivine Townly," said Ludivine as she slipped under the covers with Captain MacDonald. The council of war had ended several hours ago. The grenadiers and hussars had retired in clumps of naked bodies. The hussars had been astounded at the willingness of the grenadiers to engage in sexual intercourse. Some of the soldiers found it difficult to perform the act without some element of privacy. The women had no sense of shame as they coupled with the men in plain sight of each other.
"You're naked, Colonel" said the Captain feeling bare skin against his body.
"Call me Ludivine when we are making love. I'm cold and need the warmth of a man by my side tonight. Even a Colonel needs on occasion to be treated as a woman."
"This is against my principles," said the Captain pushing Ludivine away slightly.
"Just hold me for a while unless you find me too ugly for your bed. Have the Emir's branding iron and the Prussian's knout made me repulsive to you?" said Ludivine taking the Captain's hand and placing it on her breast. The Captain's fingers felt the raised scars and the firm nipple
"No, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met."
"These are not hideous to you?" said Ludivine placing his other hand on the untended breast.
"No, even with the Emir's mark they are quite perfect."
"Prove it with a kiss on each," said Ludivine. The Captain lips kissed the scarred flesh of first one then the other of Ludivine's breasts.
"What once was beautiful is now disgusting," said Ludivine.
"No, they are still beautiful," said the embarrassed Captain kissing Ludivine's breasts again.
"Being the commander is a lonely task. I thought you would understand the needs of a fellow officer for companionship the night before a battle. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?" said Ludivine reaching down to place her hand on the Captain's cock.
"Please stop Ludivine, I'm a married man," said the Captain.
"And I a married woman. But thanks to the knife of a Chinese physician I have needs that I cannot control,' said Ludivine slowly stroking the Captain's cock.
"You have a husband in England?" said the Captain.
"No, in Kenya, my husband is King Nabu IV, ruler of the Ibo people. I am his queen," said Ludivine putting her other arm around the Captain and drawing him to her lips for a kiss. The Captain surprised himself by returning the warmth of her lips.
"You are married to a black man, a native?"
"Yes, a king, is your wife white or black?"
"Helena is a Scot like myself. Her father is the Bishop of Edinburgh," said the Captain.
"Helena, what a pretty name. I'll look her up when I get back to England and tell her how you were kind enough to make passionate love with me on the eve of battle," said Ludivine teasingly.
"Please, you wouldn't do that. Helena's very innocent. She has no idea what can occur between a man and a woman is these benighted parts of the world," said the Captain.
"Silly, of course not, provided you don't send me away to my lonely bed. Please make love to me. Helena will never know," said Ludivine slipping under the covers to take the Captain's cock in her mouth.
"What are you doing?" said the Captain.
"Sodomy, surely you have read in the bible about sodomy," said Ludivine."
"Yes, I've read it," hissed the Captain as a wave of pleasure swept his body when Ludivine's warm mouth engulfed his penis.
"Good, now relax and I will demonstrate sodomy to you as practiced by the Hindu priestesses in the temple of Shiva," said Ludivine.
"This is a horrible sin. My parents raised me to believe in the bible's proscriptions against the sins of the flesh," said the Captain as he felt his body melt with pleasure.
"Don't tell me your father is a man of the church too?" asked Ludivine between bouts of licking and sucking the Captain's cock.
"He's a vicar, currently an assistant to the Archbishop of Canterbury," said the Captain.
"Outside of Helena, what is your experience of women?"
"None, I was raised by those who follow the Lord's commandments. Fornication and adultery are grave sins in the eyes of God," said the Captain.
"I was raised with similar beliefs but the Pirates of the Madagascar Strait changed all that. As I said before I have been mutilated in a fashion that inflames the lust in my being. I am going to use my mouth to bring your penis to a state of erection, and then I intend to mount you inserting your member into my vagina. I will ride your cock until I achieve an orgasm. Hopefully you too will ejaculate. After a short recovery period we will engage in more exotic acts of sexual intercourse."
"You're mad. Wantonness has driven you and the others insane," said the Captain.
"Hush now, just lie there and let me enjoy having your very sizeable cock in my mouth," said Ludivine disappearing under the blanket to once again engulf the Captain's cock.
Initially the Captain decided that no act so perverted could possibly effect his manhood. However, Ludivine's warm wet mouth and talented tongue put the lie to that in less than a minute. The Captain felt his member becoming erect as an amazingly rapid pace. He had never experienced anything like that with Helena. It was only a very few minutes before he lost complete control and ejaculated in Ludivine's mouth.
"My God I must apologize," said the Captain surprised that Ludivine's mouth was still sucking the tip of his penis draining the final drop of his seed. He was even more astounded when he sensed that she had swallowed his seed.
"I figured that would happen and am glad. You'll last longer the next time," said Ludivine climbing up on the cot to lie beside him.
"Tis a sin and most unnatural what you just did," said the Captain.
"I enjoy it when a man reaches an orgasm in my mouth and I swallow his semen. It has a most refined taste," said Ludivine nestling in beside the Captain. "Tell me. Did you not find it pleasurable?"
"Yes but that is how Satan seduces the upright man."
"He makes sin pleasurable."
"Exactly."
"How does this feel, pleasurable or not?" asked Ludivine reaching down to wrap her hand around the Captain's flaccid penis.
"Pleasurable, I must admit," said the Captain.
"Let's give this one night to Satan then. You can atone for your sins tomorrow on the field of battle," said Ludivine once more crawling under the cover and taking the Captain's cock in her mouth.
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