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RAVISHED
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by Hadley V. Baxendale
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The Yankee gazed at her lustfully. The war had finally arrived at Mary's
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front door. With it came the brutal plunderers of Sherman's hoard. Many of
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these soldiers, undisciplined and immoral, took advantage of the
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weak--raping and pillaging as they made their way through the South to the
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sea.
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Mary had just turned twenty. Gentile and proper, she was the epitome of
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the Southern belle. Her large green eyes drew much attention to this
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unattached blond beauty.
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As the only daughter of a Georgia planter, Mary had had to oversee the
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management of her father's plantation. Both her father and two brothers
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were off fighting for the Confederacy. Mary had not heard from either of
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them in quite some time.
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Before the war, Mary had been engaged to a dashing and handsome young man
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named Joseph Smith. They were to be wed on Mary's eighteenth birthday.
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Sadly though, Smith was fatally wounded while commanding troops near a
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strange place called Malvern Hill. Upon hearing the news of his untimely
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death, Mary was devastated.
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The Yankees were now on her family's estate. With only a handful of
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servants and no kinsman to defend her honor, Mary was at the mercy of
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this debaucherous Yankee.
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"My, my. Now aren't you a pretty one" The Yankee said.
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Mary's heart began to beat faster. "If you are looking for valuables, sir,
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I am sorry to inform you...is it Lieutenant? ...that there is very little
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left in this household. Anything that was of value has been turned over to
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the war effort."
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Taking a cigar from his breast pocket, the Yankee stared at Mary intently.
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Mary went on. "I can have the servants collect what is left. We have a few
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old pieces of...
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The Yankee quickly stepped forward and smacked Mary across the face with
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the back of his hand. Mary fell to the floor.
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"I don't want none of your worthless property you rebel bitch!"
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Leaning on her left arm, Mary rubbed the red mark on her face. "Then what
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DO you want I pray tell?"
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The Yankee stepped back and leaned against a large cabinet in the corner
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of the parlor. Taking a match from his coat pocket he struck it on his
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boot. Mary watched as he slowly lit his cigar.
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"I would say that you're probably the most valuable thing in this decrepit
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old house. I would dread to think that such a pretty young thing like you
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would be forced to live outside when this house is no more."
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Oh, please sir, you're not going to fire this house, are you?"
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The Yankee put out his hand to help Mary up. Just as Mary took his hand he
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pulled her up close. His breath smelled of hard liquor.
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"Now I reckon we can make some arrangements here. Now I ain't the type of
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man who would force--a lady--to submit to certain indiscretions. No, I'd
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much rather negotiate for certain things."
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"What are you getting at?" Mary said in a slightly trembling voice.
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The Yankee allowed Mary to step back from him.
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"What I am getting at, Mam, is that I desire you in a certain way.
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Mary looked down. "I take it you desire..."
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Blowing a puff of smoke from his cigar the Yankee spoke. "Let's just say
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that I can spare your humble abode from the torch in exchange for certain
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favors from your person."
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"You desire carnal pleasures of me I take it?"
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"Exactly."
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As they ascended the stairway to the master bedroom the Yankee began to
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unbutton his shell jacket. The smoke from his cigar irritated Mary's eyes.
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As they entered the bedroom the Yankee turned to lock the door. He placed
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the key into his vest pocket. Mary walked across the room to draw the
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shades.
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The Yankee quickly interrupted her. "There ain't no need for that. I ain't
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planning on spending the night."
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From the bedroom window Mary could see a group of soldiers in the front
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yard. They were taunting two of Mary's female slaves. Mary turned away.
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The Yankee walked up to Mary and took hold of her. Placing both of his
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hands on her face he gave her a kiss on the mouth. Mary attempted to
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resist by keeping her lips tight but the Yankee managed to slip his tongue
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into her mouth. He then picked her up and placed her roughly on the bed.
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Mary closed her eyes tightly.
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"If you must, then please begin." Mary said as she fell back onto the bed.
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"Oh, I ain't going to undress you. You're going to take your own clothes
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off."
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Mary just laid there. She wouldn't move. In response, the Yankee tore a
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curtain from its rod and began to light it on fire with his cigar.
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Dangling it in Mary's face, the Yankee warned her about their deal.
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"All right then. If you are so inclined to watch me undress then I shall
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have to submit" Mary said angrily.
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The Yankee stomped out the burning curtain with his boot. He walked across
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the room, took a chair, and sat down in it with his arms crossed. "All
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right now. I'm waiting."
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Mary slid to the edge of the bed. Pulling her dress up, she slowly undid
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the ties of her hoop skirt. The Yankee blew a puff from his cigar. She
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then untied her shoes throwing them across the room. Next, she slipped out
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of her dress and carefully undid her white undergarments. The Yankee
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touched himself as Mary proceeded to undress. After a few minutes, Mary
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was completely naked. She climbed back onto the bed pulling her knees up
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to her chin. The Yankee just puffed on his cigar.
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"Beautiful" the Yankee remarked.
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Again, Mary closed her eyes. She could hear the Yankee stand and walk
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across the room. He then opened up a dresser drawer. The next moment he
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ordered her to lie on her stomach. Mary reluctantly obliged. Climbing onto
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the bed, the Yankee tied Mary's hands and feet to the posts. He then
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gagged her mouth with a handkerchief.
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"Now, just relax. Everything will be plenty fine if you just relax."
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The Yankee then placed a pillow under Mary elevating her buttocks. She
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tensed as the Yankee slowly entered her backside with his manhood. The
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pain was excruciating.
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The Yankee pushed his manhood as far as he could into Mary. Her screams
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were muffled by the gag in her mouth. Driving his manhood in and out of
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Mary the Yankee showed no mercy. Mary was in tears.
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"How does this feel you rebel bitch? I bet you've never been fucked in the
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ass before?"
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The sweat from the relentless Yankee's face dripped onto Mary's back. She
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felt as if she was going to be torn in two. Her world changed forever. The
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Yankee tensed and Mary could feel a hotness inside of her. To put this
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awful spectacle out of her mind she tried to think back to happier times.
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But the pain was so strong. By the grace of God she prayed that this
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Yankee would go and leave her alone. He collapsed on top of her.
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After several minutes, the Yankee untied Mary. She quickly covered herself
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with a blanket. Raped. Humiliated.
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The Yankee buttoned the fly of his pants and pulled on his shell jacket.
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He then lit another cigar. Sitting on the chair once again, he stared at
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Mary. "I wish I could fuck all of you Rebs in the ass 'cause you're all
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shit!" The Yankee took a drag from his cigar. "Fuck this place too 'cause
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I'm burning it down."
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Quickly reaching into a drawer from her nightstand, Mary pulled out a
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small pistol. Before the Yankee could react she fired several shots
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hitting him in the face, chest and stomach. He fell backwards in the
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chair. Dead.
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"Not if I can help it you sonofabitch!" Mary threw the pistol across the
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room. Drawing her knees to her chest, she put her head in her arms and
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cried.
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THE END
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