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He watched from up a hill, near a tree. The militia seemed to have taken the bate. They stopped the wagon line on the road, but little did they know, the shipment they were intending to steal was british soldiers.
"Charge!" Tavington yelled to his dragoons.
The cavalry run down the hill and the militia were taken by surprise. The men were running to their horses, trying to escape but soon felt trapped. Tavington killed every man he shot, he was a excellent marksman. He slowed down his horse to see how he ambush was going. To this left, men were surrendering, to his right, he saw a dozen of men fleeing by the river. He took one more shot at them, and killed another.
This was a good day. The british would capture a good number of men from the militia; they may be able to obtain more information on their whereabouts.
"Good catch! This ambush was a good plan, Colonel," Bordon said looking at the result.
"Yes, make sure all those men are taking to Fort Carolina. They will all be hanged, but before, try to obtain informations from them. If they don't talk, I'll deal with them myself. We'll see who the strongest man is now."
...
Back at the fort, the night has fallen quickly. Tavington was sitting at his desk, finishing the report from today's ambush. Charlotte was reading on the sofa next to the fireplace. Well, she wasn't really reading the word, just turning the pages. Normally, he was the one who initiated sex, but tonight, she didn't know what devil possessed her. She put her book down, and walked toward him. She caressed his shoulder, her hands sliding on his chest. She kissed his cheek pressing her breasts on his back.
"Lily, I need to finish this report as soon as possible. Give me 5 minutes"
"No." she replied.
"What did you say?" He wasn't used to being contradicted, her defiance was quite arousing him.
"No, I won't give you 5 minutes to finish your report," she said playfully as she took his quill from his hand. He looked at her, wanting to know what she had in mind.
"Pull back your chair, Colonel."
As he did, she straddled him, locked her hand behind his neck. His hands caressed her legs as he slid up her nightgown to her waist. He leaned in to kiss her put she put a finger on his lips.
"Now, do YOU give me 5 minutes before you go back to your papers?"
"You know I would give you anything you want, my love"
He had almost just finished in sentence that she kissed him passionatly. Her fingers stumbled on the buttons of his breeches, setting his growing erection out of his pants. He felt like he didn't know this woman and that was even more exciting to him. He was always on top, on control, but not tonight. She broke the kiss, already heavily breathing. She tried to stand up to let him in her, but she was quite small and only one of the feet touched the ground. He raised an eyebrow when he saw her struggling. He kissed her again, as he slid his hands under her bum to lift her and he guided himself in. She grabbed his shoulders for support and she started moving up and down. She rarely was on top so she felt unsure of herself. She heard his breathing shorten, his head dropped back as he closed his eyes, she gained confidence and moved faster.
Wanting even more of her, he stood up and sat her buttocks on the edge of his desk, still inside her, his pant falling off. She locked her legs behind his back as his thrusts became faster and harder. She grabbed handful of his vest in her hands as she was lost in his rhythm. As he was close, he buried his head in her neck, and pounded her, holding her tightly against him. He moaned her name and that was enough to push her over the edge, an orgasm pierced throughout her body. His turn was close, he came right after her. He sat down to the chair, still holding onto her.
"Are you sure you want to finish this report now?" she said.
"I need to. Go to bed, I'll join you soon"
...
20 men were captured. They were hold in some sort of cage near the entrance of the fort. They had a view on the whole yard. Reverend Oliver proposed a prayer for their souls, but they were interrupted but Bordon, who tried to talk to them. He was less frightful than the Colonel, so he might have a chance to win their sympathy and gained information. But none of the 20 men captured would say anything.
Seeing his lack of success, he walked inside the fort for advice from Tavington. He got to his door, and was about to knock, when he heard noises inside. He concentrated for a couple of seconds and tried to distinguish the sound. He could not be wrong, it was moaning he heard. Clearly, it was not a good time to disturb them, the Colonel would be furious. He turned around and would think of something else.
In their cage, the colonial men were looking at their surroundings. Fewer soldiers were guarding so they figured out the change of shift would be around nine o'clock. John Billings was certain Benjamin Martin would make up a plan to rescue them. Most of the men were sleeping, or at least, trying to sleep on the ground, but he looked straight at one particular window of the house. On the third floor, he was sure to see Colonel Tavington, probably sitting down at a desk. It was a bit far off, but he wasn't mistaken. He would recognise the Butcher on a battlefield, so surely he would recognise him through a window. He could see the side of his face down to his shoulders. In his mind, he pictured he had a pistol and that he could easily killed him from his point of view.
Billings wasn't expecting to see this beautiful creature straddling him. He scrubbed his eyes, certain his mind was playing tricks on him. But no, there she was. Probably the wife Martin said he read about in the correspondence of Lord Cornwallis. She was too beautiful to be a prostitute. Her auburn hair loose down her back, her nightgown falling off one shoulder as they were having sex. If it was his last night before hanging, he was glad he had this show to enjoy and he would have a night full of dreams of his own.