The sergeant, whose own breeches were tented by his erection, grabbed her hair and pulled her head savagely upwards. XXX He could be ruthless, as a Major-General he had to be, but he always thought of himself as fair and just. letting the rag fall to her thighs. “My feet … “Have strength my darling little girl,” her mama whispered into Mercy’s ear, as the grunt turned into a gasp followed by a groan. The continual rhythm he was tapping out on her feet was clearly getting to Catherine, terrifying her, but it wasn’t really hurting. The burley soldier now standing by the space that had been exposed when the crowd of people parted under instruction from lieutenant Sampson. And now here he was, lost in a deportment of displeasure. She had been made to change clothing, no doubt stripped in full view and was now wearing a soiled rag that barely covered her comely shape.
