The thing that bothered me was the fact that my side, the Union forces, were inclined to be much too cautious in their tactical movements. It was comp...letely the opposite of their strategic brilliance in planning the complete destruction of the Confederate side's ability to function either as a fighting force of considerable merit or as a governing power in their own territory of seceding States. I had the advantage of knowing their weaknesses including their inability to even feed their own. Until, of course, the campfire that night.* * * "So doing a show in front of an audience is going to be kinda difficult, since we are used to staring at a camera." Carly said, trying to keep Sam's attention on the work, and not what happened this morning."Right... so what if we dropped our standard random dancing bit, and got a volunteer from the audience, and then beat the fucking shit out of her?"Clearly, the distraction was not working so well."Sam, I don't think that's going to go over well. I ate a lot and they were happy to keep giving me more food so unlike basic training. I was so thankful and I let them know.My day would be like so many other days coming up waiting for the troops to return. I spent time just walking around the base taking it all in. It was such a huge place and nobody was around to direct, neglect, heckle or make me salute. I could go anywhere. Lunch was my next stop and I did get some information about the troops at the border but nothing really new or. "Yes, the bitch is a real nigger dick lover…” Clinton murmured.He pulled my curly blond hair, lifting my head up. "Yes… you, fucking bastards… I love it” I hissed softly.Clinton pushed his cock even harder, making me groan in pain.“Yes, bitch… Let me know you like it… "Let's hear you beg for it." Over and over these bastards tormented me, hurting my holes with their thick cocks. Clinton pumped my asshole real hard, in and out of me so fast that my whole body shook with each violent stroke. But.