The General Fight

After I Bought Cedar Key

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“Why don’t you drink the wine?” Priscilla said.

“Because I may need to fight the general in charge here.”

“Why?”

“It’s military courtesy. Before turning over a command the officer is made to fight by the one taking over. I intend to make that offer and kill him if necessary.”

“I don’t really understand the courtesy of it?”

“The courtesy is that I don’t just kill him, I let him fight me. He can just take off his general star and I will let him leave, but if he fights me he will either be my slave, or dead.

All my fights with other generals till now have been kills. If he is old he will probably just leave.”

“What will happen if he wins?” she said.

“You’ll still be owned by a general, just a different one. I won’t lose, and probably he won’t fight.” I said.

“What will you fight with –guns. knives?”

“Our bare hands. We strip off our clothes and do our fighting hand to hand.”

“In undershorts?”

“No nude, so nothing can be concealed. The army wants things strictly fair.”

“Should I go somewhere else?”

“No you can see other men’s equipment, they just ar not allowed to use it on you.”

“I understand.” she said.

I had a little iced tea, and Ephesus came in with a deed and another major from the bank. The governor of Florida had agreed and all the papers were read and signed. The appropriate gold was put in the trunk of the car we came over in.

Three cars drove up about the time the gold was in Ephesus’ hands The general was a big, old guy. He and his two colonels were spic and span, dressed and shined. They saluted briskly. General Southland was covered with metals, and had maybe served 20 or 30 years. He had to be 60! His two sidekick officers were probably age 35. I had dealt with very large men before, but I said, “We can fight inside General, or you can give me your star and drive off.”

“You just intrusted me ass-hole from some good pussy. We can fight inside or out here in the street shit-face!”

“Inside,” I said.

“What is this?” Ephesus said.

“Military courtesy” Priscilla said, “they fight and the winner gets me.”

Southland began taking off his shirt before we got in the restaurant’s Rotary Room. As he undressed he said little things like, “Your balls will be mush general when I squeeze the pus out of them!” another one I remember was, ” Your about the size of a puny trooper asswipe.”

His body had been fantastic when he was young, but you could see the flab from no exercising. His penis was the best part of his undressed self, a big one.

I had fought many times and mostly young men. I did not discount his remaining power, but he would need to nail me real soon. I laid out the ring with wine bottles. I had the colonels and majors pull the tables all back to the walls.

“OK fight!” the provost major said.

The old man ran across the ring at me with his hands in front of him. I gave a shoetoe kick and retreated to the other side of the ring. Each end was 20 feet. He ran at me again full speed saying, “You wanted to fight fuck brain!”

This time I dodged him and gave him a neck chop, he howled and ran after me. Screaming, “Fucker, god damned fucker!” He was already panting and covered with sweat.

I gave another kick, right when he lounged at me, this one caught his balls. I had good feet, lots of kick ball and running games. Those who dared, said it was not general-like, but I did a wide circle around Southland as he said, “I give up don’t kill me!”

“You’ll be a slave?” I said.

“Yes, you’ve ruined my balls,” he screamed, crying. He was clutching them with both hands.

“And who am I now?” I asked him.

“Master, you are my master.”

Priscilla’s cousin Chester was watching and I said to him, “Do you have chains and a lock here?”

“Sure boss.” Chester said.

I chained Southland’s hands behind him and hobbled his legs, and as I did that one of the Colonels said, “Can we go now sir?”

“No you two will stay in the restaurant until tomorrow morning. Then we will have an officer meeting.”

“We can’t go?” the other Colonel said.

“No your orders are to stay in this building until tomorrow. If you have a problem with that tell me now.”

There was no further complaint, but then they saw the nude Southland sitting on the floor with his balls swollen like pink grapefruits and said nothing.

I ate my supper, after telling Chester “Take these gentlemen, all four of them in into another room. If they talk loc them in separate rooms.”

“They have guns!” Chester said.

I pulled my gun, and said, “Take their guns Chester. On further thought chain them in different rooms.” I didn’t like their hostile looks.

The guns were collected, but one cornel spit on the floor.

I shot that one in the head. He bled on the carpet. No one else spit.

“Just close up this room till tomorrow, I think you’ll have very little trouble from te other three. If you do Chester I’ll shoot them tomorrow.”

PIRATES DOWN AND AROUND CEDAR KEY FLORIDA

You must have a preference about how you like whippig and fucking Monica. Your husband said he just came home from Cedar Key weekends to get at your pussy. How is it when your best enjoy it? Explain it so little Bet can watch and learn. She’s my major objective and you are the training device, understand?”

“Do you want me to hurry and explain it all.”

I said as I sat on the bed belt in one hand and one of her ass cheeks in the other –squeezing it.

“Take your time, and explain it all.”

“As a little girl I was a big reader. I found the White Indian series of books. In those a colonial or western woman was captured in a raid and enslaved by a young indian brave. He would tie her hands and put her on his horse, or sometimes tie a rope around her neck and lead her along beside his horse. She was usually married or about to be, and he was this incredibly handsome, half-naked warrior. He would treat her like a squaw or about half as good as his horse. The Indian would have scalps of those he had conquered in battle strung on his sattle. Maybe the scalp or her brother or father. At first she would resist having sex with him, but he used force. After a grand rape she would be caught up in sexual frenzy and would be his willing slave.

As a teenager I discovered the plantation slavery books of Lance Horner, and books by Ritter and Mose that came 500 years later. The classic story line then was a girl was orphaned from a blue caste family, her papers were lost in institutions and she was classified as a brown and later sold as a slave. The girl finds out who she really is, but an old man — bald and mean, buys her along with a group of farm laborers.

She often escapes, after a hero tries to rescue her, and often marries the man of her dreams, and inherits gobs of money.”

“Not much about sex in those books, just the slavery thing.” I said.

“Sex is all that slavery is about master. Forcing submission is what slavery is about. I’m just sorry that you didn’t get me first, when I was as young as Bet.

I decided to marry Bet’s father instead of younger men because I saw him in his general’s uniform. Even better than that my father had arranged a dinner party, and the general was using a house outside Lakeland as his headquarters. He took me over to the headquarters with my father and he showed us his ear collection.

My father Joe was a man’s man, a big rough-looking guy, but he looked weak when he saw the big black fur overcoat with raw, bloody ears pinned with safety pins all over it. They were on the front and back. Later I counted the ears and there were 200. That meant 100 men killed, my pussy got wet right then. My father saw my face and negotiated the marriage deal right then. I had a dowry coming to me of 200,000 credits. At first i felt like a slave with him, he was so powerful. Once he said, “Monica when I was in Cuba as a young officer we took the ears and the penis. Down there we pinned the dick between the two ears. I killed 13 fellow officers in Cuba and had 10 ask to live as my slaves.”

“Rachael said you hated him, and would gouge his eyes out. He said he came home to chase your pussy around on weekends. were both telling the truth? I asked.

“Yes I hated his weakness, he began treating me like a princess, buying me jewelry and showing me off like a trophy. He became loving and caring. He cared what I said. He treated me like a wife. I hated him for that weakness.

On the other hand I always liked to fuck. I could do that all day most any day, but he only appeared some weeks, some weekends. In the meantime he trusted me with my hot urges. He bought me new cars. The other two wives had a car, and the older girls had a car to share. I had the new pretty cars.”

“So how did you use that freedom Monica? Did you slut around?”

“No master, I went to movies, and woman’s clubs. I hated being so free, I despised being trusted.”

‘So you had no sex at all except your husband?”

“I would masturbate master, mostly in a tub, otherwise I was miserable. Sometimes I did that 3 times a day.”

“So what were your fantasies slave?”

“Mostly it was being captured in a war by a young exciting man, like you, and being made a complete slave. In my dreams he would screw me constantly. He also didn’t trust me, and often chained me to a wall. I wore a slave collar and my hands were often secured to a wall or the floor. Usually I was kept naked. He liked my smell when I was dirty, so he rarely let me wash. I was branded with his name, on my hand and foot. His name for me varied, but mostly it was a flower name. Sometimes he called me either Cat or Tabby. I agreed I was only his animal. As a punishment I was locked in a closet, and I agreed that I would have no pride. Do you want to hear more master?”

“Yes about the pride.” I said.

“Well I always dressed well, and wanted to look good in public, the right amount of makeup, stylish clothes. He showed me naked to his friends. They would comment about my ‘cunt’ or even put their finger in it, at his directions. I would be in public on a leash, especially at the dock where he kept his boat. On Friday nights he would play cards with his friends on the boat. I would be chained next to him, locked naked to the deck by a metal collar. He would laugh about it and call me ‘The boat whore’. They didn’t play poker, but other card games. If my master won they would pay him money, but if they won they got me. He would say, ‘So have at her.’

I was not allowed to talk to the winner, but I would point to my pussy and squirm on the floor, but they only wanted a penis suck That’s all I ever did for any of them. Usually my master won. He made his living as a card player, and a sometimes pirate.”

“All that was your fantasy, not real at all?” I said.

“Yes master, picture shows in my mind while I masturbated in the tub. While my husband was away in Cedar Key.”

“So tell me about the pirate exploits.”

“He would take out the boat and sail for several days. Then we would spot a single craft away from the shore. Often there would be two, or no more than 4 people aboard the craft. those were the only times he let me wear clothes and steer the craft.

We would get close to the other boat and I would say thru an amplification system, ‘Hello, I’m lost can you tell me which way to shore or the nearest island?’

People weren’t afraid of me, a young woman. Often they would come aboard. I had a script to follow. Most often a man came aboard, men aren’t afraid of women. He would bring a map and point out how to get back to land.

Sometimes they (those on other boats) would say, or direct me to follow them I then would say, “My brother is injured below, is any of you a doctor, or do you know first aid?”

Of course I was to lure one or more of them down into my masters cabin where he could capture them.

The whole point was robbery, and enslaving the people. It was all so romantic except for the children, some of the boats had children.”

I reached down and put my thumb in her pussy, and she said, “Oh that feels good master, but do you want me to keep telling my fantasy?”

“Does this hurt a little?”

“Your pulling it just a little hard master, but I love your hand right there –ohh, oh, yes it hurts!”

“Good, I believe that you have a private fantasy, and you’re a slave in it. I just think that you went to Cedar Key and played it out somewhat with your general husband.”

“Oh god, it hurts master! Oh your going to tear it! I’ll tell the truth master, mercy master!”

I quit the thumb pressure and said, “I saw the boat, no one scrubbed up the blood really good. What happened to the children that bothered you?”

“On two different occasions, both times a boy would resist being chained, and Sim (I called the general that) shot one, an eleven year old, and then used him as an example for the others as he bled.”

“What did he do?”

“Cut his ears and private parts off to get compliance from the women.”

“You watched him rape the women and girls?”

“It wasn’t rape after butchering a boy in front of them.”

“Is that what he did to the other boy?”

“That time he was showing me how to scalp and skin an animal. The boy had long blond hair. He took it off, and then took a large piece of the boy’s skin off his back — with him still alive and struggling. That was the 2nd boatload. Most of the boats he took had 2 or 3 people aboard. He had a badge that said, ‘Chief Inspector –Florida Occupied Areas He called it his ‘Wild Pussy’ badge.

“What did he do with the people?”

“Most of the women he let live. They are office slaves in his factory #9 in Otter Creek. Most of the men he killed in horrible ways, often to impress the women with his brutal ways. He often fished for game fish with human male body parts like hands or a penis. He’s a dangerous man master. You took a real chance by leaving him alive.”

“I’ve been thinking that,” I said. I had been slowly working my fingers in her and she began to hunch and said, “Oh shit, oh and her inside area wet my fingers. thee was suction as I pulled my fingers out of her and laid her back in the bed.

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Ray Cates is a teacher and writer in Ocala Florida

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