I crossed the room in three long steps, skewered the young officer where he stood, ignoring Schmidt's, "Mine Gott!" as my blade popped out of the suba...ltern's chest. I took the dead man's pistol and ran to the stairs. A Redcoat was coming down, buttoning his waist. I stabbed him low in the belly and tossed him over my shoulder. He crashed to the foot of the steps as I reached the second floor. There was a lot of noise, girls screaming, men roaring, furniture crashing about.I went right down the. His mother first set to mopping away the oozing blood from the wide cut on Mindy’s leg. She made a poultice of an old family remedy, some herbs mixed in with flour and some water. She used some torn sheeting to wrap around the wound.?We’re gonna have t’ take her shirt off, too. It’s got blood all over it.? Mama unbuttoned the shirt all the way down and drew the flaps to the sides of Mindy’s body, exposing her chest, as she slid the arms down and pulled the shirt off of the still unconscious. He took tiny samples of the filth that lay between her legs, ignoring the stench. The stench was part of the job, it was part of the experiment. The smells were just one more aspect of the 'science'."I have a treat for you today," he said as he dropped the bundle on his desk.A sigh of relief. The benefactor not the knife.She had learned quickly that he hated it when she begged and pleaded. It made him mad. The benefactor was what he called himself in the voices in the dark. He liked defiance.. I hear the pump of a dispenser, then the cold wet feeling of lube running down my crack to my asshole. Then something cold and hard against it. A plug! How big? Only time will tell. He begins a steady but firm pressure, and my hole starts to stretch, wider and wider as he forces it in. It hurts, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from crying out. My eyes squeeze tighter shut as my asshole opens wider, and I feel tears begin to form. It hurts so much. Please don't stop.How much more? I don't.