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it. But he knew it too. Perhaps that’s why he said, “Now then, who else would like a turn with her?”
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    “No!” I cried, though I was throbbing with my lingering climax. Tears flooded my eyes. “This wasn’t what I agreed—”
    “This is exactly what you agreed to,” Major Anderson said, without the slightest bit of contempt or hostility in his voice. Only firmness. “I told you that I’d ask you to perform certain acts for me and that I’d expect your obedience. This is our first test of that. Besides, it’s for your own good.”
    “ My good?” I shouted, beating on his chest, trying to make him let me up.
    “Of course,” he replied, easily pinning me down. If he was panting, it was only because he had just finished fucking me. Not because it took much effort to restrain me under his steely arms. “I asked you if it was me you wanted or just any man. You said you didn’t know. I said that we’d get to the bottom of it. So we shall. Trust me when I say that it’ll be better for you to be overwhelmed with new sensation than to feel the soreness that comes of having lost your virginity. Besides…you liked it that my men were watching you. That they want you. I felt you get wetter every time you heard them cheer.”
    “No!” I cried, in denial, but it was true. And at the sight of them, all of them, feasting hungry eyes on my body, I felt renewed hunger that I wouldn’t thought myself capable of.
    I didn’t really know these men, and what I knew of them, I didn’t like. They were English soldiers. Some of them officers, but most of them not. They were all shaved, and one had his back against the wall, his eye wide with something that might have been fascinated fright, but the rest were rough looking fellows. And I was afraid to be touched by any of them, much less all of them.
    So why did that make me want them more?
    “What’s your given name?” Major Anderson asked me, withdrawing from my body, then softly stroking between my legs, as if to gentle a spooked stallion. I was wet and sticky, both with my own desire and his flood of seed. And I was fascinated by the feel of him trailing it down my thigh.
    Then I realized the question he’d just asked me and was overcome with shame! Christ , he didn’t know my name. He’d taken my maidenhead in a wicked and sinful manner, made cheaper and more tawdry by the fact that he didn’t know my name nor did he need to know it.  
    “Sorcha,” I whispered, tears on my lashes from the humiliation.
    “Well now, my dear Sorcha. I’d like you to service my men. As many as you’re able. And if I have gauged you correctly, you will do me proud by taking them all. But why don’t you choose two to start with?”
    If I’d been humiliated before, I was twice as much now. How could I choose? I couldn’t. I shook my head, not even daring to look at these men. “Choose for me,” I said, turning my head in a way that he must have known was surrender.
    I closed my eyes, not wanting to know which man would have me next.  
    But Major Anderson seemed intent upon an improper introduction. “Spread your thighs wide for Captain Howard, my dear and give him a little kiss.”
    Captain Howard stepped forward with a wide and lusty grin. When he bent forward for a kiss, he tasted of grog and his chin was a bit stubbly. But when I spread my thighs for him, I was rewarded not with pain, but with a surprising pleasure as he slipped the dripping purple head of his cock over my slit in such a way as to make me moan.  
    Another surprise was that my reaction delighted the Major, who squeezed my hand. It also encouraged the men, who all began to chant encouragements to the captain. “Give it to her hard, Captain Howard. The curvy wench can obviously take it.”
    “Get the dress off her, I want to see her tits when you fuck her.”
    These and a hundred other things were shouted as the men crowded into the small kitchen to watch. Leaning over me, one hand upon my waist,