Dungeon of Pleasure, page 3
“Yes.”
“I do hope it wasn’t much of an inconvenience, Margaret.”
“No, I endured. You know I’ll do anything to further our business interests.”
* * *
William was having quite a dream. His cock was rock hard. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, but he didn’t need to. It was being taken care of in such a nice manner. He felt soft lips kiss it, but then, he felt a mouth engulf it in a hot embrace. A wet tongue began to sweep across his cock as a hand pushed between his legs and clenched erotically on his balls. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, the pleasurable dream too comforting to stop. The mouth took in more of his cock, and tight lips hugged the shaft as they slid up and down.
He knew he was ready to cum, and the only way for him to do it was to reach down and stroke his cock. When he did, his hand found a head of hair. He opened his eyes in the darkness. There was a body connected to the head that rose up and down his cock.
“I’ll finish you off,” Margaret managed to mumble over the cock that filled her mouth.
He kept his hand on her head, but it was only to rest it. She did all the work, and she did it well. It only took another minute before he couldn’t resist her gentle sucking to overcome his senses. “Yes, take it all.” He made no attempt to pull his cock out of her mouth. He heard her attempt to contend with his cum that filled her mouth, yet she never pulled back. He continued to shoot in her mouth. Even after he shot the last load of cum in her mouth, she didn’t pull away. Her tongue caressed every inch of his cock before she finally released it.
“Have a safe trip, General House.”
“Thank you, Lady Dawson. I’ve enjoyed my stay here.”
“Yes, you have.” She put her robe back on and left him to join her husband in bed. She’d wake him, but it was he that would give her pleasure in return. She’d teach him to pleasure her with his tongue. She’d have him between his thighs until she came on his face and tongue. William had taught her the pleasure of a man’s tongue on her pussy.
CHAPTER 2
Occupation of Hartford
William set out for Hartford with a small contingent of his troops, not more than a hundred. The roads were clear, as the patriots had been driven into the woods in their attempt to escape capture. They’d proved to be unsuccessful. The British troops moved in force, and the patriots lost sanctuary with the local populace. The number of loyalists increased each day. No one wanted to be on the losing side any longer, so they curried favor with the British by turning in the patriots.
Harford was a nice town on the banks of the Connecticut River, halfway between New York City and Boston but not as populated as either. He quickly found the commander of the British troops in Hartford, or he should say that he found William.
“Colonel Henry Ward at your service, General House.” He stood smartly at attention as he entered. This was the man that captured Washington and hung the traitor. He couldn’t believe that he was standing before such a hero and warrior.
William saluted him back. He was a sharp soldier, and he heard good things from the others about him. He ran a tight command, and his men respected him. “Tell me the status of your command.”
“I have five thousand men. We’re spread around and in Hartford. We’ve seized control with little resistance. We’re gathering up the last of the patriots and putting them in a prison camp down river about ten miles. The camp is overcrowded, but we have it under control with less than three hundred soldiers. I don’t have the exact count of prisoners, as it increases each day, but it a bit over four thousand. Many of the patriots are beginning to flee to the south, unable to get home through our troops.”
“They won’t last long in the south. They’re strangers down there, and the populace will turn them over to our troops. The Continental Army is no longer, and these men are traitors.”
“They were no match for the British soldiers. Will we be going home now that it’s over?”
“I suspect that the crown will decide to take a different tact here now. It’ll become a colony under strict British control. The states will be dissolved, and the government will be turned over to the British aristocrats to run efficiently. That will require a continuous military presence of either British troops or local armies raised by the officials that are given the lands to put under their protection and control.”
“Will you stay, General House?”
“First, let me see the country a bit more without being distracted by battles. It’s a beautiful country, and with the correct administration, it would be an enjoyable outpost to command as a general or an earl.”
“I welcome the opportunity to assist you in any way I can.” Colonel Ward could see that connecting with General House could be instrumental in his success. He had no immediate family in London and would like to stay here as long as the circumstances were correct.
“Show me around Hartford. I’m going to need a command center as well as a place to reside. I was lucky in New York City and I was invited to live in a fine home, but that was a short-term stay. I plan to be here much longer.”
“We can commandeer any home or business. There is one fashionable neighborhood, and many of the owners were patriots. It would only be fitting that we seize their homes as well as them.”
William enjoyed the carriage ride in Hartford. The streets were lined with large oak trees, the grass lush and green. It was much nicer than New York City with all the traffic and noise. Here, William could exist without the threat of battles. All of the owners of the mansions lived a fine life. The lawns were massive and manicured. The rock driveways meandered to the front of the houses in open invitation. The houses were massive Victorians with ornately carved details.
Colonel Ward saw his eyes light up when he gazed at the yellow Victorian house. It was the finest on the street. “That’s owned by Adam and Abagail Hyde. She lives in the house, but Adam hasn’t been seen in a month or more, most likely a patriot. They own six mercantile shops in Connecticut and they have done very well.”
“It’s a big house. Do they have any children?”
“No, but Abagail is young, late twenties at the most, and very beautiful. Adam inherited some of his wealth, but he’s an astute businessman and he has done well in doubling the number of mercantile shops he owns.” He would show his usefulness to the general. “Would you like me to check to see if Adam has been captured?”
“Yes, do so. I might fancy that house for my living accommodations.”
“I’m sure that Abagail can be coerced into staying if you do. Threats against her husband and their business can be a great motivator. It’s about time that the colony feels the strict rule of the king.”
“Yes, it’ll be a new day for them. Check on his status. If you find him, make sure that he is on the next ship to the penal colony in Australia.”
“We’re shipping the officers to Australia?” That is the first he heard of it.
“Yes, they’ll not be any more trouble in the future.”
“That’s such a wonderful idea.” That would make it much easier if there were no leaders left to spark another insurrection. “I’ll see to it immediately.”
* * *
Adam huddled in a corner. He’d been captured two days before in upstate New York. He’d tried four times in Connecticut to get to Hartford, but the troops were everywhere and in large numbers. Each time he was turned back, and he had to go further north to evade them. Finally, his luck ran out. They were caught a mile from Lake George in upstate New York. He and the other two men with him were taken to a camp forty miles away. There were thousands in it living in squalor and filth. The camp was ringed with wire to keep them in, and British soldiers patrolled the outside parameter day and night. They had taken his last possession of his life, his gold wedding ring. All he had was memories of Abagail now.
He’d given them a fake name, but within a couple of days, they knew his correct name. Men told on each other in exchange for small rations of food or the hope of being released. Two days later, he was pulled from the tent. He expected to be questioned, but he was chained and put on a wagon. He spent two days in the wagon with other prisoners. He knew a few of them. They were all officers. They arrived in New York City at the harbor. They barely had a chance to stretch their legs before they were boarded onto a ship and pushed into the hold. It wasn’t any better than the camp. There had to be five hundred men in a hold that shouldn’t house more than a hundred. He felt the ship set sail, but he didn’t know where he was destined, but he could tell they were far out to sea with no land around. He could no longer hear sea gulls.
* * *
General House had kept him busy the last few days, inspecting all the troops and the nearby prison camp. But, he was happy in everything he found. Now, Henry had good news for him. “Adam Hyde is on the way to Australia with five hundred of his fellow traitors. I heard he has Thomas Jefferson as a companion,” laughing at the plight of the patriots. “They got what they deserved. Would you care to move into your new residence today?”
“As much as you have given me gracious residence, I do think Abagail Hyde’s residence will be much more suitable for me. I should be hearing back from the crown within a week. I have high hopes of what I’ll hear.”
“I’ve found billets nearby for the troops you brought with you, or I can supply you with my men to take care of security at your residence.”
“Take my men into your command. You know this city, so your troops can provide all the security I’ll need. I don’t expect any trouble. It’s a matter of retraining the populace to their new life. We can discuss that at my new headquarters and residence this week. Give me a few minutes to pack my things, and then, we can go.”
“I’ll have the carriage outside when you’re ready.”
William was glad that the colonel was so proficient. He had fifty of his crack soldiers on horses to go with them. A show of force was appropriate.
Abagail was in the kitchen checking on lunch preparations when she heard the commotion in the living room. Her heart raced as the expectations of Adam’s return raced through her head. She hadn’t heard from him in weeks, and she worried that he was captured. The British were everywhere. She raced to the living room, but what she found were the red uniforms of two British officers in her living room. The door was open, and there were dozens of British soldiers in front, dismounting from their horses and walking around the outside of the house. “What is the meaning of this?” She huffed adamantly at their intrusion.
“Lady Hyde, I presume.” William looked at her with a keen eye. She had a lovely body beneath the tight dress, and her proud breasts pushed up high with a generous amount of cleavage revealed.
She knew officers’ ranks, and this one was a general and the other a colonel. Could this be the famous General House? He was younger than she expected and fit. She thought all British generals were fat and old. “Yes, and you’ve intruded into my house!”
“Under the authority of the British crown, I hereby commandeer this residence for the British government.” Henry loved saying those words to the wealthy patriots, taking their homes from them after their humiliating defeat.
“You have no right under Connecticut law.” She didn’t know how or why, but she was sure that he couldn’t do that. If only Adam was here now to help her.
“Connecticut has been abolished by the crown. You are now a colony under the direct rule of the British crown, subject to all the laws and pronouncements of the crown. All of your governments have been abolished and seized by the crown’s soldiers. There will be only one rule, and that is the crown.” Henry continued to smirk as he said it.
“You can’t…“
That is enough from you, Abagail. This will become my residence and command center with no further discussion.” William wouldn’t have any more of her insolence. She’d soon be tamed.
“I’ve never been treated so badly,” she huffed.
“You should have thought about that before you decided to go against the crown. Now, fetch me some tea, and we can discuss this further.”
“Hhhmmmuff,” she exclaimed softly, but she left the room to get some tea. She had visitors coming for lunch, but she knew that as soon as they saw the British troops outside, they’d turn around and go home.
William and Henry had already made themselves comfortable in the living room by the time she brought back the tea. She put it on the table in front of them, but when the general stared at her, she knew she had to pour it. “Cream or sugar?” she asked politely.
“Cream only,” William replied.
“Both, thank you,” Henry replied.
She poured herself one out of politeness, although she shouldn’t. She had decided in the kitchen that she’d leave the house to them. There was nothing she could do. She’d wait for Adam to return and let him take care of them.
“You’ll stay in the house and run it as you did before. I have no desire to do that. You seem to be a capable woman. But, do not think that this is your house any longer. It’s the crowns until I decide otherwise. You will take care of my needs as required of you.” She might not be a loyalist as Lady Dawson and submit so easily to his pleasures, but submit Abagail would.
“I’ll do no such thing. Yes, you might take my house, but I’ll not stay here a minute longer. I’ll take my possessions and leave immediately.” That would settle that. There was no way she’d reside in a house with a British general in it. What would the neighbors think of such a thing?
“I’ll not make you a prisoner in this house, but I suspect that you’ll stay if you ever want to see your husband again. Adam, is it not?” William smirked widely when he saw the shocked look in her face.
“What have you done to my husband?” Her hopes were shattered when he mentioned his name.
“He’s currently housed in a prison in Pennsylvania. He was caught near Lake George in upstate New York. You will comply with my requests unless you want your husband to suffer for your insolence and disobedience.” William loved the way her body began to tremble.
“You knew his name, everyone does. You’re lying to me. Adam has no allegiance to the patriots. We were loyalists like many others here.”
Henry spoke up this time. “Adam was an officer in the Continental Army. All officers can be arrested as traitors and hung as Washing and Arnold were in New York.” He reached in his pocket and handed it to her. “I offer you this as proof. You may keep it as a remembrance of him if you don’t do as ordered.”
She recognized it immediately when she took it. The inside of Adam’s wedding band was engraved with both of their initials. She was defeated.
“Well, Abagail. What’ll it be?”
“I’ll stay.”
“And serve me?”
“Yes, and serve you.”
“Sir.
“Yes, Sir.” She feared what would happen now. She’d be alone and defenseless in the house with these two men, and they had all the power if she wanted to see her husband again. Even if she did what was asked of her, she had no assurances that they’d let Adam go.
“What time is lunch?”
“In an hour,” she responded. “Sir,” quickly she added.
“I’ll take Adam’s study as my office.” He would continue to use Adam’s name to make sure that it was a constant reminder to her that he controlled his destiny.
“I’ll have his things removed immediately, Sir.” She didn’t want them tossed away like trash.
“Very good, Abagail. We’re going to get along tremendously.” So far, she was amenable, but tomorrow would be the first real test of her resolve.
Lunch was nice, small chatter of no consequences, but Abagail behaved herself. After lunch, William took over his study. It was a nice room, all wood panels and bookshelves. Adam seemed to be a learned man. The leather books were abundant and varied in titles. He was glad Abagail left his cigar case and also his liquors. He settled in in the leather chair behind the desk.
At least the general kept to himself during the day and Abagail stayed out of sight. He had lots of visitors, but she expected that he would, most of them officers, but there was a few that weren’t. Abagail knew them to be loyalists, and some of them were her neighbors.
After dinner, the two officers took to the living room for brandies, and Abagail politely excused herself and went to bed. She locked the door behind her. She had a difficult time sleeping. The slightest noise woke her up, and when she did sleep, it was fitful with nightmares of what Adam must be suffering while in the prison.
When she awoke in the morning, she was still tired, but she had many things to do. It was a big house that needed to be run, and with the soldiers, it was more difficult. When she went downstairs, the officers were already having their breakfast. “Good morning,” she said cordially but not with much conviction.
“I’ll need the dining room table at one today for a staff meeting with my officers.”
“That wouldn’t be a problem,” as she headed for the kitchen for some coffee. It was going to be a long day.
The day passed quickly. She was glad that the soldiers brought food so she wouldn’t have to spend her money paying for it. They even brought liquor and cigars.
After dinner, she brought them both their brandies. The general sat on the couch and the colonel sat on Adam’s favorite chair. They had the cigars out when she poured them their brandy.
“Would you mind lighting my cigar, Abagail?”
She picked up the silver lighter on the table next to him. She’d light it and then get out of there and go to her sanctuary in her bedroom. She lit the cigar and waited as he puffed on it. She began to back away when she noticed that his gaze was down the front of her dress. Bent over, she revealed much more cleavage than she expected. She put the lighter back on the table and started to leave before she felt his hand.
“You’re not finished yet, Abagail.” He grabbed her hand, not harshly but firmly. He saw the startled look in her green eyes. His cock was rock hard, and the look of fear only made it jerk. He felt her resist until he stared deeply into her eyes. She surrendered as he pulled her hand until it pushed into his lap.
