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Chapter 22 -Captain Rhinerman
"You may leave us," Captain Rhinerman said to the corporal who escorted
Ludivine to his quarters.
"Wine?" asked the Captain as soon as they were alone.
"Yes Sir," said Ludivine.
"Here, you may call me Gerhard and I will call you Ludivine."
"A glass of wine would be very nice, Gerhard," said Ludivine.
"There are two trunks in the other room," began Gerhard when he and Ludivine
were seated. I wish you to go into the room and dress yourself in what you find
in the blue trunk. When you are finished return here. While you are in there, I
will dress as a girl. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand. How will I call you?"
"Sophie and you will be Ludwig or father," said Captain Rhinerman.
"How severely do you wish to be punished?" said Ludivine.
"You can start with a hard over the knee spanking. Do not spare me. If I speak
the words, 'Holy Roman Emperor', you are to cease what you are doing. 'Pope
Gregory' means for you to continue but at a lesser pace and "Caligula' means for
you to apply the lash more energetically. There's a note in the trunk with some
specifics you will find useful. Certain things are best left to the written
word."
"An interesting choice of words," said Ludivine.
"Shall we begin?" said the Captain obviously eager as he hurriedly finished
his wine.
Ludivine began to undress as soon as she closed the door behind her. She
stripped completely naked tossing her private's uniform on the bed. Then she
opened the blue trunk.
"Interesting," commented Ludivine to herself pulling out the dress uniform of
a Prussian general. When Ludivine held the trousers up, she was surprised to see
they were the right length. He must have been a very tall general thought
Ludivine stepping into the trousers. Ludivine dressed quickly in the Jodhpur
style pants and the tight fitting jacket that was covered with medals. When she
reached for the dress helmet she saw the molded column of Gutta Percha and the
leather harness. Ludivine pushed her trousers down while using her lips to wet
the end of the double dildo that fit into her vagina. She groaned as she pushed
the inverse dildo inside her then buckled the leather holding strap tightly
around her waist and thighs. She tested the dildo to make sure it was securely
in place before positioning it down her trouser leg.
I hope Captain Rhinerman or Sophie knows having that dildo up his butt is
going to hurt thought Ludivine as she finished dressing and picked up a riding
crop. Her hair was already short but she secured it with a clip and covered it
with the helmet. Attached to the ridding crop was an envelope. Ludivine opened
it. Written in Captain Rhinerman's hand were certain details about what he was
expecting to happen tonight.
Ludivine looked at herself in the mirror. From the polished leather boots to
the stiff helmet she was a Prussian general. When she returned to wait for
Captain Rhinerman she took up a position by the mantelpiece and stood stiffly at
attention. It wasn't long before the Captain wearing a wig of long blonde plated
hair and a white dress appeared. Ludivine noted that the Captain had applied
make-up and there were two red circles of rouges covering his cheeks.
"Where have you been, Sophie?" said Ludivine.
"Nowhere, Father," said Captain Rhinerman.
"Liar, you have been with that Jew boy, Anton Stroesser."
"No Father, I have not seen Anton."
"Come here, this instant," said Ludivine.
"You're not going to punish me again, please Father it hurt so badly the last
time," said Captain Rhinerman walking fearfully across the room.
"Because his father is a rich banker who's loaned the government money, he
thinks he can defile you. What did you let him do?"
"Nothing Father, we just talked."
"Lying little whore, " screamed Ludivine bringing the riding crop down hard on
one side of the Captain's chest. The thin material of the dress provided little
protection as the end of the crop landed on the Captain's nipple.
"No, Father," screamed the Captain clutching his chest.
"Now tell me did you touch his circumcised cock?"
"No, Father," said Captain Rhinerman tears streaming down his cheek.
"Liar," yelled Ludivine once more landing the crop this time on the Captain's
other nipple. The force of the blow sent the Captain in an ecstasy of realized
pain as he recalled his childhood. His entire body contorted in response to the
fiery agony he felt in his chest.
"I repeat myself. Did you touch his Jewish cock? You're a slut like your
mother."
"Yes, Father, I touched it. I didn't want to."
"And did he want you to put it in your mouth?" said Ludivine.
"Yes, Father."
"And did you, you lying little slut?" said Ludivine.
"I know it was wrong but he asked me so nice."
"You pathetic little bitch. So you sucked his cock. What else did he do? Are
you no longer a virgin?"
"He put his hands between my legs and he touched me. It felt so warm. I became
weak and confused. I didn't know how to stop him."
"You're just like your mother, Sophie. She made a fool of me, disgraced the
family, spreading her legs for any man in Berlin who smiled at her. Well, I know
how to punish you just like I did her. Come over here," said Ludivine taking a
seat in a nearby chair.
"Please not again, Father. Last time, it hurt so badly I was sore for days,"
said Captain Rhinerman who regardless of what he said walked quickly over to
Ludivine and stood.
"Over my knee, Sophie," said Ludivine bending the Captain over her knee. She
pulled up the hem of the white dress to reveal a pantaloon-covered bottom.
Ludivine tugged the pantaloons down to expose the Captain's white hairy bottom.
Ludivine rubbed his buttocks as she spoke.
"You liked it when Anton stuck his dirty Jew dick in your hole. Didn't you?"
"Yes, Father, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," said Captain Rhinerman tears
flowing copiously down his cheeks.
Ludivine began a regular and methodical application of her open palm to
alternating buttocks as Sophie screamed for her to stop. Even through the coarse
material of her uniform trousers she could feel the Captain's hard cock as she
spanked his bottom. Ludivine reached between his legs to take his balls in her
hand and twist them quickly causing Sophie to writhe in pain.
"Stand up," ordered Ludivine.
When Sophie stood up, Ludivine saw there was a drop of semen on the top of her
thigh.
"Lick it up. Pretend it's your precious Anton's," ordered Ludivine.
Sophie leaned over and using the very tip of the tongue scooped the single
droplet of semen of Ludivine's trousers.
Ludivine stood up.
"Pull your dress up and bend over the chair," ordered Ludivine.
Sophie did as she was instructed.
"I am going to strike twenty times. You must count each blow out loud. If you
forget, we will start again," said Ludivine.
Ludivine landed the crop on the Captain's buttock.
"One, Caligula," sounded the Captain.
Ludivine planted her feet and swung her saber-trained arm with considerable
more force. A large red welt appeared where the crop landed.
"Two, Caligula," screamed the Captain.
Ludivine struck with even greater force causing the Captain to shriek with
pain.
The Captain failed to shout the count several times and Ludivine was forced to
start again. She had no idea of the total number when finally she reached
twenty, possibly fifty or more. The Captain's butt was a fiery red and warm to
the touch. Ludivine's arm was starting to tire.
"Now I am going to fuck you, just pretend your father is your Jew lover," said
Ludivine unbuckling her trousers.
"No Father, do not put your cock in me. It's not right," sobbed the Captain.
Ludivine grabbed the Captain's buttocks pulling them apart as she leaned in
and released a large gob of spit onto his anus. She rubbed the sputum into his
sphincter as she expectorated in her own hand and used that to lubricate the
dildo head.
"Tell me you want your father to fuck you like the Jew," said Ludivine.
"Yes, please Father, fuck me like Anton did. I'm a slut like my mother and
deserve to be fucked by my own father," sobbed Sophie.
Ludivine pressed the dildo head past the anal ring. The Captain gasped in pain
as the column of India rubber filled his ass. Ludivine reached around and under
the Captain and took his cock in her hand. She stroked it as she took him
anally. When she sensed his ejaculation was imminent she reached her other arm
around and under placing the palm directly beneath this cock head. In a matter
of moments, she felt warm semen fill the palm of her hand. She pumped his ass
and stroked his cock until his orgasm was exhausted. Then she turned Sophie
around and presented the open palm filled with cum to him.
"Eat it, Sophie. Swallow your father's semen," ordered Ludivine.
Sophie leaned forward and licked the sticky fluid from Ludivine's palm and
swallowed it.
A half hour later, the Captain had surprised Ludivine now dressed in her
private's uniform by offering her a brandy before she returned to her barracks.
"You did very well," said the Captain.
"Thank you Sir, would you mind if I asked a question?" said Ludivine.
"No, you want to know how much that resembles my real life. The answer is very
much. I did have a younger sister named Sophie. My father is or rather was a
Prussian general in the army of the King of Prussia and his name is Ludwig. My
mother was a tart, also a Countess, and she abandoned Sophie and me to my
father's care and ran off to Paris to whore herself with any man who would have
her."
"And the Jew, Anton Stroesser?" said Ludivine.
"A childhood friend," replied Captain Rhinerman.
"That your father caught you sodimising."
"Actually, Anton was sodimising me when the General walked in quite
unexpectedly," said Captain Rhinerman.
"So in punishment, he made you wear your sister's clothes," said Ludivine.
"After he beat me half to death, he dressed me up as a girl and humiliated me
to the point that I tried to commit suicide."
"But you didn't."
"Sophie saved me. She talked me out of it. She also let me in on her and
father's secret. He was a frequent visitor to her bedroom."
"Did you visit Sophie also?"
"Yes, she tried to convert me to a different point of view."
"How does the son of a General and a Countess wind up in Berbera? I would
think you'd be in Berlin on the general staff."
"There was this little incident with several cadets entrusted to my care.
Sodomy is not highly regarded in the Prussian Army. I was sent to Turkey to
avoid a scandal."
"In this place, sodomy is considered normal. Do you know how often I've seen a
grenadier or a cavalry man with a cock in his mouth or ass?"
"Among the enlisted men, it's acceptable but not for an officer. The Colonel
would cashier me if he found I was a sodomite. So far I have managed to avoid
sodomy."
"So me with an India rubber cock between my legs is an acceptable
alternative?"
"Yes. I've told you certain things about myself. If you tell others, there
will be consequences."
"You can trust me."
Chapter 23 - Hard Won Battle
"May I have a look, Sergeant Major?" Ludivine asked the Sergeant Major when he
lowered his field glasses.
"Certainly, Corporal," said Sergeant Major Ortiz handing the field glasses to
Ludivine who had been promoted to Corporal and placed in charge of the brigade's
tiny cavalry unit before the army left Berbera. Betty had also been promoted and
placed in charge of the artillery. The army's mission was to bring Ethiopia's
largest and most fierce tribe of natives, the Singalashti, under control of the
Emir.
The women's brigade was in reserve assigned to guard the supply wagons and
spare mounts. The Colonel had been dismissive of Captain Rhinerman's suggestion
that the women's brigade could play a more important role.
"Don't be insane, Rhinerman. We have two hundred women with us for only one
reason. The Emir insists that we have them and he is the one with the gold. He
thinks they're soldiers and we play along. Actually they are good for only one
thing and that's keeping the men satisfied. The plain fact is that they are
worthless as soldiers and excellent as whores. Keep them back out of the way."
The wagons were situated on a slight elevation looking down on a broad plain.
The Emir's mercenary army was three days march from Berbera and about to engage
the enemy. The Singalashti were known for their bravery in battle. They were the
only tribe in the Ethiopian interior that had refused to accept the rule of the
Emir.
Ludivine saw that the two brigades of grenadiers were drawn up in battle
formation facing the oncoming tribesmen. Colonel Himmelman and the cavalry were
slightly off to the right. Ten twelve-pound cannons were immediately below
Ludivine to the back of the grenadiers facing outward toward the advancing
enemy. Captain Rhinerman and the rest of the Prussian officers were down on the
plain where they believed all the action would take place. It had not been
thought important enough for an officer to stay with the women's brigade.
Sergeant Major Ortiz had been left in charge.
"The enemy seems to be quite numerous," commented Ludivine observing the
enormous mass of tribesmen moving toward their positions.
"I would be concerned, Corporal, if they were armed with muskets and cannon
but we should be able to handle them easily," said the Sergeant Major. "Spears
and shields of buffalo hide are no match for trained European musketry."
"I agree but still there are a lot of them," said Ludivine handing the field
glasses back to the Sergeant Major.
Ludivine was mounted on a reasonable piece of horseflesh. All the best mounts
were assigned to the cavalry. She and the Sergeant Major watched as the massive
crowd of natives approached the grenadier's position.
So this is battle thought Ludivine. This is what makes a man's blood run hot.
Some of the women had looked envious of the grenadiers as they took up their
positions facing the Singalashti. There were disappointed mutterings about being
left to guard the wagon train after months of harsh training. They wished they
were down there lined up with the men muskets loaded and ready to fire thought
Ludivine.
The cannons fired their first salvo and Ludivine saw great explosions occur in
the ranks of the onrushing natives. Clumps of bodies were thrown skyward.
"Sergeant Major, there's movement to our left front," said Corporal Betty who
had run over from her four cannons to report. Betty as an artilleryman had her
own pair of field glasses. Since the women's brigade was also functioning in the
role of rear guard, their cannons and formation were pointed away from the
battle.
Sergeant Major Ortiz scanned the rear with his glasses.
"It seems we too will be engaged," said the Sergeant Major calmly. The
Sergeant Major saw a large force of natives approaching from the rear.
Underneath the calm demeanor, the Sergeant Major was seriously concerned. The
women's brigade was untested in battle and the number of the attackers although
difficult to calculate accurately looked to be equal to the number about to
attack the forward positions.
"Corporal Townly, you and your troop take up positions to defend the cannon,"
said the Sergeant Major to Ludivine. "Their battle line may overlap us."
Ludivine saluted then rode off to her cavalry detachment and ordered them to
form where they could defend the vulnerable artillerymen. Sergeant Major Ortiz
dismounted and took up a position beside the ranks of female infantry.
Ludivine glanced back over her shoulder and saw that the mass of natives was
moving very quickly toward the grenadiers. The cannons were killing hundreds
with each volley but there were hundreds more to take their place. Ludivine
watched as the grenadiers fired their first musket volley mowing down the
leading rank of natives. Other volleys immediately followed. But the great mass
of natives swept onward toward the grenadiers.
Turning away from the plain toward the rear, Ludivine saw that an enormous
force of Singalashti were rushing toward them at a dead run. They were
surprisingly close. The rolling terrain had concealed their approach. Ludivine
had asked earlier why they had not deployed scouts or skirmishers rearward to
detect an approaching force. She had recalled it was clearly advised in
Frederick the Great's Manual of Arms.
"Its not necessary for this lot. They understand nothing of such tactics,"
replied the Sergeant Major. That caused Ludivine to remember Frederick's advice
about respecting your enemy, over confidence, and arrogance; but she had kept
her mouth shut. Corporals were not immune from walking the gauntlet.
Ludivine's horse stirred as Betty fired off the first salvo. Her aiming marks
were true and large holes were torn in the front of the native charge. Betty had
proved to be an excellent artilleryman. Ludivine saw that the front of the
native attackers was wider than the ranks of the infantry. The Singalashti had
overloaded the attack on the side of the cannon in an attempt to wrap around the
infantry disable the guns and take the infantry ranks from the rear.
"It looks like we are in for a fight," said Ludivine to Elena.
"There are so many of them," said Elena casting a worried glance at her
sister.
"Nothing that we cannot handle," said Ludivine maintaining a calm in her voice
that she really didn't feel.
Ludivine took another look at the now smoke obscured plain where the main
battle was to take place. The natives had reached the ranks of the grenadiers
and fierce hand-to-hand combat was underway. The main battery had fallen silent
unable to target friend from foe. Ludivine heard the Sergeant Major scream,
"Fire," and the first volley of musket fire from the women decimated the leading
row of natives. The women commenced rapid volley fire and the great swarm of
natives began to slowly melt away.
Observing that the left wing of the attackers had reached the critical
juncture, Ludivine ordered her cavalry forward.
"Charge," screamed Ludivine spurring her horse. The two dozen cavalry wheeled
about and charged toward the left wing of the onrushing Singalashti. Ludivine
saw that ground in front of the musket ranks was covered in dead and wounded
natives. Ludivine pulled the two pistols from their holsters as she came within
firing range. She fired and dropped her target then shot another with the other
pistol. She holstered her pistols and drew both her sabers as her mount slammed
into the attackers. Ludivine parried and thrust with both arms as she hacked her
way through the Singalashti. All of a sudden she found herself on the other side
of the native force. She saw that her troop had followed her. She wheeled about
and charged through again.
As Ludivine passed through the now thinned native ranks again, she saw them
give away. Although the Singalashti were fearless, their slaughter had been too
great. Not one man of ten who had attacked the women's brigade was still
standing. The accurate and rapid fire of the cannon and muskets had decimated
the Singalashti.
Ludivine did a quick review of her charges. Elena was still at her side as was
Lorraine. One was missing. A quick look at the battleground showed that Rebecca
Smythe had been dismounted. Ludivine saw Rebecca standing in a circle of natives
each attempting to spear her as she parried their thrusts with her saber.
Ludivine spurred her mount to ride to Rebecca's aide. Her troop followed. The
distance was not great and Ludivine and the other's arrival on the scene caused
the already beaten natives to give up on their efforts to slaughter Rebecca and
run. Ludivine helped Rebecca to mount on the back of her horse and the two rode
back to the battle line together.
The musket fire and then the cannon stopped firing as the retreating
Singalashti went out of range. Ludivine rode over to Betty.
"You look like you have been in a soot bin," said Ludivine.
"I could almost past for a Singalashti," said Betty her face blackened by
powder.
"Excellent job, Corporals, " said Sergeant Major Ortiz ridding up. The
Sergeant Major was hiding the fact that he was surprised he was still alive. He
half expected his untried women's brigade to break and run. But they had fought
extremely well and their rate and accuracy of fire had been mortal to the enemy.
The closest Singalashti had been ten yards from his front rank. The field to
their front was carpeted with the dead and dying enemy. The Sergeant Major had
sent the first rank forward with bayonets to finish off the wounded. Ludivine
watched as Roxanne and the Claridge twins along with the others walked casually
along occasionally bayoneting a wounded native.
Ludivine looked once again at the so-called main battle and saw that the two
brigades of grenadiers were heavily engaged in combat with the Singalashti.
Colonel Himmelman and his beloved cavalry were hacking their way through the
mass of natives.
"Should we deploy to their aid, Sergeant Major?" said Ludivine watching the
battle whose result looked questionable.
"No, the Colonel will send word if the needs us. But keep an eye on the cannon
and if the Singalashti threaten, we will defend the artillery," said the
Sergeant Major.
Serves his arrogant ass right thought the Sergeant Major as he watched the
battle seesaw back and forth. There were more than a few dead grenadiers and
cavalrymen lying on the ground. The brigades had formed into squares. The
natives were attempting to break into the squares. It was close brutal work,
spear against bayonet. Finally the natives broke and retreated.
Ludivine watched as Captain Rhinerman rode up toward her. His helmet was gone
and there was a bloody gash across his shoulder.
"My God it was a near thing," said Captain Rhinerman as he approached. "The
Colonel has been wounded. Bring the wagons down to collect the injured. We were
lucky you weren't attacked."
"But we were, Captain," said the Sergeant Major pointing to the field covered
in Singalashti dead.
"My God," said the Captain looking from one battlefield to another. "There
were as many of them in front as behind. How many did you lose?"
"None," replied the Sergeant Major.
"I think the Singalashti are done for now. Abandon your position and bring
your brigade down to help care for the wounded," said Captain Rhinerman.
The fact that none of the Prussian officers except for Captain Rhinerman had
witnessed the total devastation wrought by the women's brigade on the
Singalashti was not lost on Ludivine.
It was a difficult three-day march back to Berbera. Many of the badly wounded
grenadiers died along the way. As the exhausted troops were about to reach the
fortress's gate, someone from the crowd of townspeople stepped out and pressed a
paper into Ludivine's hand. When she glanced sideways, she saw Oliver and Ernest
standing in the crowd dressed as Arabs.