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Copyright © 1994 by Hadley V. Baxendale. This story may 
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Ravished
by Hadley V. Baxendale (hadleyvbax@aol.com)

***

This story is about a Union soldier who rapes a 
Southern woman during the American Civil War. Although 
not widely reported, these incidents did occur. Because 
of Victorian social standards, letters and diaries from 
that era shed very little light on sexual matters. In 
his book "The Story the Soldiers Wouldn't Tell: Sex in 
the Civil War" (1994, Stackpole Books) Dr. Thomas P. 
Lowry documents several episodes of rape committed by 
soldiers. Most of these men were sentenced to death by 
hanging. (MF, nc, rp, v, hist)

***

The Yankee gazed at her lustfully. The war had finally 
arrived at Mary's front door. With it came the brutal 
plunderers of Sherman's hoard. Many of these soldiers, 
undisciplined and immoral, took advantage of the weak--
raping and pillaging as they made their way through the 
South to the sea. 

Mary had just turned twenty. Gentile and proper, she 
was the epitome of the Southern belle. Her large green 
eyes drew much attention to this unattached blond 
beauty. 

As the only daughter of a Georgia planter, Mary had had 
to oversee the management of her father's plantation. 
Both her father and two brothers were off fighting for 
the Confederacy. Mary had not heard from either of them 
in quite some time. 

Before the war, Mary had been engaged to a dashing and 
handsome young man named Joseph Smith. They were to be 
wed on Mary's eighteenth birthday. Sadly though, Smith 
was fatally wounded while commanding troops near a 
strange place called Malvern Hill. Upon hearing the 
news of his untimely death, Mary was devastated. 

The Yankees were now on her family's estate. With only 
a handful of servants and no kinsman to defend her 
honor, Mary was at the mercy of this debaucherous 
Yankee. 

"My, my. Now aren't you a pretty one?" The Yankee said. 

Mary's heart began to beat faster. "If you are looking 
for valuables, sir, I am sorry to inform you... is it 
Lieutenant? ...that there is very little left in this 
household. Anything that was of value has been turned 
over to the war effort." 

Taking a cigar from his breast pocket, the Yankee 
stared at Mary intently. 

Mary went on. "I can have the servants collect what is 
left. We have a few old pieces of... 

The Yankee quickly stepped forward and smacked Mary 
across the face with the back of his hand. Mary fell to 
the floor. 

"I don't want none of your worthless property you rebel 
bitch!" 

Leaning on her left arm, Mary rubbed the red mark on 
her face. "Then what DO you want I pray tell?" 

The Yankee stepped back and leaned against a large 
cabinet in the corner of the parlor. Taking a match 
from his coat pocket he struck it on his boot. Mary 
watched as he slowly lit his cigar. 

"I would say that you're probably the most valuable 
thing in this decrepit old house. I would dread to 
think that such a pretty young thing like you would be 
forced to live outside when this house is no more." 

Oh, please sir, you're not going to fire this house, 
are you?" 

The Yankee put out his hand to help Mary up. Just as 
Mary took his hand he pulled her up close. His breath 
smelled of hard liquor. 

"Now I reckon we can make some arrangements here. Now I 
ain't the type of man who would force -- a lady -- to 
submit to certain indiscretions. No, I'd much rather 
negotiate for certain things." 

"What are you getting at?" Mary said in a slightly 
trembling voice. 

The Yankee allowed Mary to step back from him. 

"What I am getting at, Mam, is that I desire you in a 
certain way. 

Mary looked down. "I take it you desire..." 

Blowing a puff of smoke from his cigar the Yankee 
spoke. "Let's just say that I can spare your humble 
abode from the torch in exchange for certain favors 
from your person." 

"You desire carnal pleasures of me I take it?" 

"Exactly." 

As they ascended the stairway to the master bedroom the 
Yankee began to unbutton his shell jacket. The smoke 
from his cigar irritated Mary's eyes. As they entered 
the bedroom the Yankee turned to lock the door. He 
placed the key into his vest pocket. Mary walked across 
the room to draw the shades. 

The Yankee quickly interrupted her. "There ain't no 
need for that. I ain't planning on spending the night." 

From the bedroom window Mary could see a group of 
soldiers in the front yard. They were taunting two of 
Mary's female slaves. Mary turned away. The Yankee 
walked up to Mary and took hold of her. Placing both of 
his hands on her face he gave her a kiss on the mouth. 
Mary attempted to resist by keeping her lips tight but 
the Yankee managed to slip his tongue into her mouth. 
He then picked her up and placed her roughly on the 
bed. Mary closed her eyes tightly. 

"If you must, then please begin." Mary said as she fell 
back onto the bed. 

"Oh, I ain't going to undress you. You're going to take 
your own clothes off." 

Mary just laid there. She wouldn't move. In response, 
the Yankee tore a curtain from its rod and began to 
light it on fire with his cigar. Dangling it in Mary's 
face, the Yankee warned her about their deal. 

"All right then. If you are so inclined to watch me 
undress then I shall have to submit" Mary said angrily. 

The Yankee stomped out the burning curtain with his 
boot. He walked across the room, took a chair, and sat 
down in it with his arms crossed. "All right now. I'm 
waiting." 

Mary slid to the edge of the bed. Pulling her dress up, 
she slowly undid the ties of her hoop skirt. The Yankee 
blew a puff from his cigar. She then untied her shoes 
throwing them across the room. Next, she slipped out of 
her dress and carefully undid her white undergarments. 
The Yankee touched himself as Mary proceeded to 
undress. After a few minutes, Mary was completely 
naked. She climbed back onto the bed pulling her knees 
up to her chin. The Yankee just puffed on his cigar. 

"Beautiful" the Yankee remarked. 

Again, Mary closed her eyes. She could hear the Yankee 
stand and walk across the room. He then opened up a 
dresser drawer. The next moment he ordered her to lie 
on her stomach. Mary reluctantly obliged. Climbing onto 
the bed, the Yankee tied Mary's hands and feet to the 
posts. He then gagged her mouth with a handkerchief. 

"Now, just relax. Everything will be plenty fine if you 
just relax." 

The Yankee then placed a pillow under Mary elevating 
her buttocks. She tensed as the Yankee slowly entered 
her backside with his manhood. The pain was 
excruciating. 

The Yankee pushed his manhood as far as he could into 
Mary. Her screams were muffled by the gag in her mouth. 
Driving his manhood in and out of Mary the Yankee 
showed no mercy. Mary was in tears. 

"How does this feel you rebel bitch? I bet you've never 
been fucked in the ass before?" 

The sweat from the relentless Yankee's face dripped 
onto Mary's back. She felt as if she was going to be 
torn in two. Her world changed forever. The Yankee 
tensed and Mary could feel a hotness inside of her. To 
put this awful spectacle out of her mind she tried to 
think back to happier times. But the pain was so 
strong. By the grace of God she prayed that this Yankee 
would go and leave her alone. He collapsed on top of 
her. 

After several minutes, the Yankee untied Mary. She 
quickly covered herself with a blanket. Raped. 
Humiliated. 

The Yankee buttoned the fly of his pants and pulled on 
his shell jacket. He then lit another cigar. Sitting on 
the chair once again, he stared at Mary. "I wish I 
could fuck all of you Rebs in the ass 'cause you're all 
shit!" The Yankee took a drag from his cigar. "Fuck 
this place too 'cause I'm burning it down." 

Quickly reaching into a drawer from her nightstand, 
Mary pulled out a small pistol. Before the Yankee could 
react she fired several shots hitting him in the face, 
chest and stomach. He fell backwards in the chair. 
Dead. 

"Not if I can help it you sonofabitch!" Mary threw the 
pistol across the room. Drawing her knees to her chest, 
she put her head in her arms and cried. 

THE END 

(Comments appreciated - HVB) 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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