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The Daughters of Liberty

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The proceeds from your sale will be used to found a school that I entrust to the expert hands of Reverend Hobbs and Dr. Johnson, to educate the young women in a life dedicated to their future husbands, with obedience and morality.
As for the violations of the divine law that you have committed, I believe that you cannot wait for your death because you have a valid warning and for this community to draw a lesson from it for the young generations. Recalling the concepts expressed by the culture of ancient Rome, source of our law, I could say "Vox populi vox dei", or "The voice of the people is the voice of God" and entrust your bodies to the hands of this community that punishes you according to our custom with pitch and feathers. However this could ruin your delicate skin and decrease the value of your bodies at the time of sale and then I don't think there is a similar penalty in hell. Of course, you will tell me, nobody has been to hell and returned from there to tell us what pains the damned souls suffer, but it is not so. There is a well-known Italian poet born in Florence in the thirteenth century, Dante Alighieri, who in his work "The Divine Comedy" tells of his imaginary journey from hell to paradise and what he saw. Well, lustful sinners like you were doomed to remain submerged in the dung for eternity. Therefore I condemn you to be delivered until sunset to the good citizens of this community so that, instead of with pitch and feathers, you are sprinkled from head to foot with dung and sewer water. You have shown that you are full of shit inside you, you might as well be outside. Sheriff, have the sentence executed immediately. "

The girls' screams filled the room as they tried in vain to escape. The sheriff and his deputies hurried to chase them and to capture them among the laughter of those present to deliver them tied to the young Tories who were waiting for nothing else. Those beauties had always snubbed them, had preferred some penniless revolutionary adventurer to them and had enjoyed each other, with their erotic games from which the males were excluded. The time had finally come to make him pay for it. But there were also many women happy to be able to humiliate these young and beautiful girls, who had always had the best of life, money, clothes, culture, the opportunity to travel and have fun. In a few days they would have been sold to some wealthy landowner or some human meat trafficker, they would have served in some public brothel or satisfied their masters in every whim. But for this afternoon they were their prey and their personal toy. Tied up and lined up with lashes and kicks, the beautiful Williamsburg girls were dragged into the square and from here to the public stable where the fresh manure of the horses was already being collected in large pots which, taken to the upper floor of the barn, were then overturned on their heads . Others picked up the dung from the ground with their hands and threw it, laughing wildly when they hit the face or breast or pubis of the poor, who, being tied, could not avoid the throws. The vulgar party that closed that long-awaited process lasted until evening, when the girls were escorted to their cells in tears, gross from head to toe with shit and piss.
 
Chapter 19
"On the public square"

The day of the public auction of the young white slaves had finally arrived and the entire population of Williamsburg was waiting to enjoy the spectacle of their naked young bodies put on display again. In addition to this it was known that the three most famous defendants, Abigail Monroe, Elizabeth Hamilton and Claire Beauchamp would have been whipped naked at the hands of Captain Blackwood, who had volunteered. Already around nine in the morning, well in advance, the square was crowded with people, especially men, but there was no shortage of women either. Mrs. Watson was in the front row, for example. He had left Heather and Jennifer tied to the beams of the cellar ceiling that morning, completely naked as they were supposed to be when they were at home, and was counting on returning home with the right amount of excitement to whip them properly while he masturbated and then force them to enjoy his fingers in their cunts of his mouth on their breasts until they scream in spite of themselves.
The young prisoners arrived at the square escorted by the soldiers, under a chorus of screams, shouts, laughter and horrible insults. The most disgruntled were the advocates of slavery who took it out on their old opponent, the beautiful and elegant Elizabeth Hamilton, now reduced to a breeding beast, a pet to be educated and punished at will.
Blackwood had had the brilliant idea of preceding the group of the condemned by Claire, who proceeded naked and tied between two wings of indignant crowds. To turn on the public's soul and deprive the woman of any form of solidarity or compassion, the captain was borrowing Devil from General Brantford, and now the lover of the fucking scandalous spy in the pay of France followed his bitch, to remind everyone of what perverse passion the beautiful French had been found guilty of. For the same reason, the long group of naked and crying girls was closed by a cart where Elizabeth and Abigail had been put together, those who at the trial had been associated with the foul habits of the poetess Sappho and were now known as the "new lesbians" . The captain was counting on the fact that the two girls would be whipped in public and then separate forever, each in the hands of a different master for the rest of their lives. Surely they would have taken advantage of every useful opportunity to make each other courage and to vent their passion for the last time, regardless of the gaze of the crowd, which would have been terribly scandalized. And the facts had not denied him: all the trip the two young women had kissed with transport and passion and had caressed their breasts and between their thighs, unleashing the wrath of Reverend Hobbs and all the good Christians of his congregation and the excitement of all the males present and also, secretly, of some women.
All the other girls kept their eyes down in shame: in the square they saw their friends, neighbors, relatives, those who knew and esteemed them until a few days before. Many of those girls were crying, especially when some vulgar insult was addressed to them directly. Their serene, elegant, envied life was now over: they were only sows brought to the market, waiting for their new owner.
The show of the day began with the flogging of Claire Beauchamp, who searched in vain for the face of her Jamie among those of the crowd. Blackwood was ready and had already planned to proceed on several locations, in order to give a perfect view to all the audience present and ensure uniform coverage of the whip over the entire body of the victim. He started from the front after chaining Claire to a pole and then continued on his back, devastating his back with blows. Claire never stopped screaming both in pain and in the humiliation of being punished in this heinous way completely naked in front of the crowd. As a final provocation, when the victim was untied and ruined on the ground, the captain forced her to crawl. Then he brought the dog onto the stage amidst the laughter of all present. Claire was terrified and helpless after the harsh corporal punishment she had just received. It was not Blackwood's intention, of course, to have her mounted again by the dog in front of everyone, it could not have been tolerated by the church or by the army, but her poor victim did not know it and was terrified at the atrocious prospect of suffering a new bestial rape. Blackwood approached her and whispered to her: "If you don't want me to free the dog and make you fuck him in front of the whole city, now you will bark like that filthy bastard bitch you are. Get started! Do it right before I get really angry ! ... ".
 
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And Claire, exhausted and terrified, obeyed: naked on all fours on the stage in the middle of the square, next to the big black and white dog, she began to bark louder and louder, as people had fun and became excited and that Blackwood it stirred her up, just like a beast. Eventually he made her howl like a wolf or a bitch in heat, and the crowd went into raptures. Her dignity and honor were destroyed forever, even the king of France could no longer help or save her from her destiny as a slave.
The next to be whipped was to be Elizabeth but Abigail voluntarily asked to take her place. She was terrified at the idea that her body was marked by the thirty lashes that awaited her but she was even more shocked at the idea of helplessly witnessing Elizabeth's own punishment. He wanted to give her a few minutes before the terrible punishment. Blackwood tied her and took a few steps back and a moment's pause, brought a blow to the girl's back that marked her from the left shoulder to the right buttock. The young girl arched her back with a heartbreaking scream, amid the laughter of the crowd and the shouts of incitement to the tormentor. The second blow was equally fearful, and so was the third and fourth. The girl screamed every time and cried while waiting for the next blow. He looked at those cruel and excited eyes that enjoyed the spectacle of his naked body Immobilized and struck by the cruel bite of the whip. But after each lash, after each painful twinge that shook her whole body, her thoughts went to Elizabeth's kisses and caresses, which had preceded those blows and which perhaps would have followed them. It was the only thing she still asked of life: to be sold to Elizabeth's own buyer and to be able to continue to see and love her. At the last blows, when the forces no longer supported her and she was now missing, she looked at those ignoble faces of the people who witnessed her punishment, thought of the reasons that had pushed her towards the choices she had made, the adhesion to the cause of the revolution, the choice of her own and personal search for happiness, which she had found with Elizabeth, rather than the destiny of a wife-slave who would have had to voluntarily accept to be like all the other good girls. And he didn't regret anything, not even the blows he had just received.
Finally, Elizabeth went to the center of the stage. She was the most awaited condemned, for her beauty, her wealth and notoriety in the Colony and for her ideas that had always made her hate by thinking people, slavers and all those who could not accept that a beautiful and more intelligent woman, cultured and capable, she could compete with men in sectors such as politics or economics. In the grandstand to enjoy the spectacle of his corporal punishment and the sale of his body were Governor Glifton and his daughter Peggy. They laughed more than the others and did not spare her insults and humiliations. To attract everyone's attention was her depilated pubis, which made her appear younger than her twenty-one years and awakened the instincts of possible buyers. It was the most coveted prey of the auction, because all slave owners would compete for it to be able to tyrannise and humiliate in the most subtle ways the great champion of freedom for the rest of his life.
With abrupt gestures, Blackwood positioned her between the posts with arms and legs wide open, so as to have the opportunity to hit her even in the most intimate areas. Then with method he began to hit her with millimeter precision, going to mark the whole back and part of the bust. Arriving halfway through the punishment, he had to stop for a moment to rest: seventy-five lashes were many even for a trained person like him. With each stroke, the suffering of cries and moans of the condemned and the scream of incitement of the crowd, which Blackwood had no need for, was repeated. He hated women, all the more rich and beautiful women like Elizabeth, while using whores but even better than his prisoners to satisfy his many and sadistic desires: he preferred the latter not only because he did not have to pay them but also for the pleasure of forcing them to do something they hated and deeply humiliated them. At the thirtieth whip Elizabeth barely stood up and was helped by Abigail to return to her place. The wounds should probably have left their mark for a long time but both the judge and Glifton had advised with the command of the fortress not to overdo the whip in order not to depreciate the three most requested slaves too much.
As with any self-respecting drama, after the tragedy of the whip, the farce of the sale began.
 
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A well-known merchant of human flesh very expert in his profession, who consisted of knowing men, both those who made up his goods and those who were his customers, had been called to manage the auction. And the crowd attending the show was no more or less than a potential customer, who was tickled and interested in the goods in the most suitable way. To start in the right way, the famous French lady was first called into the limelight, known in the living rooms for her accent, for her proverbial lack of inhibition and her mysterious charm. Now her charm had been destroyed but what remained in that defeated and humiliated woman was still precious. Add to this that the English population had always had a profound rivalry towards the French, hostile to any policy of the kingdom of England in America.
"Here is a flower from the fascinating land of France, or perhaps from our closest and most lewd New Orleans: Madame Claire Beauchamp, a woman's body at her best age, certainly not a fruit as unripe as the others in this basket. Admire these beautiful big tits of hers! As soon as you touch them they immediately become firm as ripe and equally fragrant melons. And above the melons these two strawberries, which await only your mouths. Madame makes no distinction for anyone: men, women ... certainly also niggers, if think of the toy with which she used to play around at home between one visit of her deceased husband and the other ... She will become a talented broodmare for your plantations, she will serve you a nice little black boy a year or maybe two. Turn around, Madame and there show his back. Wide legs and back bent, beauty! Come on, or do I have to add a few stirrup shots on the buttocks to that beautiful embroidery you wear on your back? Well, well show what you were hiding between thighs my dear. Open the petals of this flower! Do you see gentlemen? A delicious French chip, a perfect pussy, warm and welcoming like a glove on a February night. See how easily my fingers enter and slide like velvet in this gut! Our Claire gets wet right away, this French bitch is a fountain of Versailles. And she loves being fucked at all hours and in all positions, isn't she, dear? Come on, say it to these gentlemen! ... "
"I ... I ... am good ... making love ..." Claire whined.
"To make love? And when does a bitch ever make love? You love to get fucked is not it?"
"Yes, ... I love being ... screwed ..."
"Say it louder, these gentlemen don't hear you!"
"I LOVE TO BE FUCKED !!!" Claire humiliated and desperate screamed in front of the whole city.
"And you also like to take it in the ass, isn't it? Show these gentlemen what a cozy ass you have in the midst of those beautiful buttocks! Open well and show us the hole of your ass! Here gentlemen, what did I tell you? A real masterpiece! a hard and ripe ass like a peach and with a delicious hole for your worm. Its toy hasn't spoiled it too much, it can easily accommodate the cock of a black colossus if you like this kind of show in your evenings with friends ... "and motioned for Claire to return to her place, red with shame. Then he motioned to the blonde Clarence to come forward and show off. He touched her breasts and nipples, until they stood up hard, then the hands passed to the hips and between the thighs ...
"... a flower, I say to you, ... a flower wet with dew at the first touch of your fingers (touch yourself there, girl, show us how you get wet right away!). You see, our bold soldiers did not have the courage to ruin this precious fruit, this ripe cherry, ready to be picked up by the wise buyer who will want it for himself. She is young, beautiful, educated ... and she has an ass, an ass, gentlemen, who is worth as much gold as she weighs! Delight! Think of the pleasure of being able to spank him whenever you feel like it! ... (Open your ass, bitch! Show your asshole!) Look what a little ass wonder! Your niggas will go crazy for a filly like this, you will see how docile they will be, at the prospect of being able to fuck such a doll! Forward another! That brunette there, yes that! come here, beauty! This is an animal of a completely different breed, gentlemen, a wild filly! live fire on him and he is strong as a heifer! You have seen how he held up good for whipping. It is not a beast for people who do not have the right pulse, here you need an expert hand with a whip and a cane! It is a mare that needs to be tamed and this will certainly give you a lot of satisfaction. And it is also an article suitable for ladies, on their cold and lonely winter nights, when their husbands are at the club or away on business and nobody warms your bed. With such, a husband can rest assured: no bastards at home.
 
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But the ladies will be able to count on an expert and long tongue (move your tongue, beauty! Ah yes? Do you want to do the hard one? Hold on!) Here you see how with a nice lash on the buttocks he straightens immediately and becomes obedient! Look at this tongue as it moves well and as it winds: just like the devil in the garden of Eden! Imagine, my ladies and ladies! Imagine what paradise will make you meet a tongue like this on some of your sensitive parts ... You know, when you feel a little dirty after some difficult sessions and you don't want to use your hands to wash there ... Here is the your solution! ... And you, gentlemen? ... should I show you what a mouth like this can do on your "stick of command"? (go back to your seat and stop whining, you scare my customers! ...) "
The girls were all examined one by one, bent and forced to widen the buttocks in front of everyone, between the whistles and the most obscene comments of friends and acquaintances, then made to crouch with their thighs wide open to show their virgin cunts, or forced to masturbate and grope her breasts until they get turned on by the excitement, or show their tongue and welcoming mouth, suitable for sucking the cock of an old man like the clitoris of a matron or even the cock of a negro of the house, for a party a little original or for those evenings where there is no way to harden certain parts of the body without an exciting spectacle.
"... And now the flower among the flowers! ... the beautiful and elegant Miss Elizabeth Hamilton! Admire, admire her presence! She is so modest and simple in her elegance that she has deprived herself even of the fur that covers and decorates the sex of each woman, to be even more naked for her new owner. A princess, a real princess, once. A flower of virtue, a splendid hostess, a rich owner of houses and palaces, of estates and mines and today ... today the only mine it owns is between its thighs (show your mine, beauty!). The appearance is that of a young girl, but this gallery has seen so much mineral pass, inside and out,. .. something as hard as iron, right? ... And you, gentlemen? do you have such an iron? a piece suitable for this caliber? Enlarge, widen well, beauty! show how comfortable this path is ... Miss, "I know everything!", Miss "My grandfather the minister!", Is now a cow ready for breeding (turn and fold, spread your legs well!). Look at that rump, this splendid mare! Strong hocks, firm hips, round buttocks, squeezing everything that enters that tight hole at the bottom ... You heard it at the trial, gentlemen! Miss Hamilton can satisfy five males in one go! Imagine the success of your parties, imagine how much a slut will make you earn if you make her suck the cock of some banker or have her lawyer fill her ass! Think about what savings for your finances. But after all, money is not everything! ... Seeing her fucked by a gang of lustfully niggers, those same slaves to whom she devoted herself so much, I think is a good reward, after all. In the next twenty years, she will be able to serve eighteen or twenty good niggas for your fields, niggas that you will not have to buy at the market but you can resell ... Of course, in twenty years our Missy Pussy will no longer be so pretty, she will have a belly deformed, the ass as big as that of a sow and two saggy tits as a result of being sucked by many babies and many bed companions, but in the end, what does it matter to us? she is a sow, a breeding animal. Have fun with her and then pass it on to your slaves when you get tired of it. It's a great deal! And now, after showing our goods, let's start the auction! "
At that moment a member of the auction house took the stage and surprisingly announced: "There is a global offer from a single buyer. Thirty thousand pounds have been offered for the whole lot of white slaves present here! Some of them gentlemen do you intend to bid higher? "
The people in the square fell silent: thirty thousand pounds was a crazy amount, which represented at least double what the sale of slaves would probably have collected individually to the highest bidder. The reverend Hobbs rubbed his hands satisfied: the school of young boarders to prepare for the joys of marriage was practically done and with that amount he could also have welcomed the girls of the neighboring counties. Glifton was also visibly satisfied: the Cologne government collected a considerable sum, which would have paved the way for a brilliant political career for him. After the first moment of bewilderment, Abigail and Elizabeth embraced and kissed each other: they could not yet believe that they would not be separated, that their love still had a future.
 
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That awareness, that sudden joy after so much suffering, gave Elizabeth a strength and courage that she no longer believed she had. He took a step forward and loudly began to speak to the crowd.
"What are you looking at? What are you looking at, citizens of Williamsburg? Good quality goods? First-rate beasts sold at the market? No, no I tell you! You are looking at the spirit of this Nation, you are watching yourself on this stage . You are looking at your daughters raped by a stranger, you are looking at your wives, abducted by your beds by men who entered your home as masters, you are looking at your mothers who are humiliated even before giving birth.! "
"Shut up, whore!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"Whore, yes, mr. McAllister. I am a whore, because you see me on this stage naked and violated in every way by brutal hands. And you, mr. McAllister, what are you? Drink your tea every day as you used to receptions in my house? Drink your tea and pay the king his taxes, on which you have not been able to speak, unlike the other citizens of the kingdom; those taxes with which are paid the troops who occupy this Nation and the bullets that are fired at our boys, like in Boston some time ago. A whore sells herself for how much, mr McAllister? Half a shilling? You know the price well, don't you? You, instead, prostitute yourself for a cup of tea. Who is more a whore, Mr. McAllister? ". The crowd began to rumble, while the man who had spoken silently and silently walked away with his head down.
"These girls and I are the daughters of this Nation, daughters kidnapped and raped by the hands of a different nation that takes care of it, because no father and no mother would do to their daughters what has been done to us. No father worthy of this name, - he added turning to his father who had come to enjoy the front row show - We are the daughters of a nation born from the courage of people who left everything behind to rebuild a life beyond the ocean, far from who had not been able to give them security and hope in the future. That security and that hope we took with us, in our hands, in our arms and in our heart. And like us, others have arrived and will arrive again, driven by that our own thirst for realizing one's own destiny which is called Liberty. Because, like tea or sugar or the press, nobody has the right to impose a rule on us if not we ourselves who pay for it and enjoy the benefits.
And neither you, citizens of Williamsburg, neither you can impose your rules, your moral principles on others, without those same principles being adopted by those who freely employ them. Your pastors do not have the right to tell us what is sin and what is not, if they first abuse their position to humiliate their faithful. Your judges have no right to judge our behavior if they do not first respect their role, which is to defend the weak against any abuse, even against the abuse of the same law that they administer. And for the same reason, your rulers cannot make laws to enslave us when God himself made us born free.
Did these women love other women? Well yes, and I like them too. Is this an evil that deserves slavery for life? And are you no longer slaves, who are forced to live with a person you no longer love or have never loved, just because your sales contract has been certified by a judge of peace or by a pastor? And which man should have loved these girls, since the men they knew are the same ones who raped them in the name of the law or in the name of God? We, condemned by your laws and your morals, are freer than you. And we are only the first because other people, who are not willing to bend over, will come after us and make this country great with their courage and their love for Freedom! "
The crowd had remained silent, listening word for word what that young woman, naked and with her body ruined by the caress of the whip, was saying. It was true: it was all true. Those hateful taxes that were imposed or canceled at will of a king who lived across the ocean, who waged wars which he then made others pay, both in terms of money and human lives, who could put your hands in your pockets without ask for permission or enter your house armed without a warrant, who controlled what you read with a special tax, what you drank at five o'clock with a set price, and who did not buy the products of your land, putting them on the pavement, that king George III was the symbol of their abuse.
 
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A mad king, artfully maneuvered by expert bankers and merchants, by Lords and prelates, who had never worked a day in their life and knew how to recognize a chicken only when they saw it roasted ... all that world was not their world but something imposed from above and deeply unjust, which crushed those who simply asked to live a dignified and respected life, who wanted justice and equality, who wanted to finally decide on their future. But if all this was true, then perhaps also in them, also in them there was the germ of this injustice: because if they were really able to get excited at the sight of many women humiliated and forced to suffer the decisions imposed from above by power , they too were no better than that mad king who made the world go upside down on this side of the ocean.
Blackwood, who had his eye trained on danger and knew how to move in battle, drew his sword and shouted to his men: "Make silence that woman!". But it was too late now.
A chorus of whistles and insults rose but this time the target was not the girls but the red jackets. The soldiers tried in vain to make a square around the prisoners: after the whistles came the stones, and after the stones the blows of the musket. Surrounded as they were in the center of the square by an increasingly angry crowd, the soldiers raised their hands and surrendered. The English flag flying over the square was dropped and a new flag rose in its place, with thirteen alternating red and white stripes and instead of the Union Jack a crown of thirteen white stars on a blue background. And it was Jamie who raised that flag.

In the evening Williamsburg no longer looked like the same city. Given the situation and learned that the Washington men had already entered the city, General Brantford had abandoned the fortress not to be stuck like a trapped mouse and had opened the way to the port. Nobody had hindered his escape. And the Governor and his daughter Peggy had gone off with him. Dr. Johnson had hidden somewhere, preferring to remain in the shadows and rather to ingratiate himself with the winners, betraying the old allies. Reverend Hobbs, although he wanted to escape he had not been able to, and now he only hoped that his role as a religious would protect him from the resentment of those who because of him had suffered in those years
 
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All the girls had been released and all charges against them had fallen. By finally finding someone willing to listen to their ideas and their reasons, they had obtained full recognition of their rights, including that of being able to live their lives serenely alongside those they loved and in the ways and forms they preferred. They respected the morality of citizenship and representatives of justice, they wanted equal respect for their choices.

After days spent in complete despair and after experiences that she would never have thought of having to face, Elizabeth returned to her home, taking the girls with her and also Claire, who after a brief meeting with Jamie, was not in a position to follow him and she wanted to stay in Williamsburg for a few more days to recover. That evening the large room with the crystal chandelier was brightly lit, the music rang again in the rooms and the dishes came and went from the kitchens, along with the wines and fresh fountain water. At midnight, Elizabeth dismissed the servants and the orchestra, thanking everyone for the work and courtesy they had shown and apologizing for feeling too tired to continue the party. When the doors of the hall closed, Elizabeth got up from the table: she looked at Abigail on her right, caressed Claire's hand, who was sitting on her left, and with a slow and languid movement, she undid her corset and slowly took off her dressed, under the astonished eye of all his companions of misfortune, and after the dress, she undid and took off the shirt that she wore underneath and one at a time each part of her underwear, finally remaining naked, as she had remained for those weeks hellish just ended. Abigail imitated her immediately and after her Claire, while gradually all the girls, smiling, undressed and also remained naked. For the first time they were naked without having to hide, without being forced by cruel and sadistic men. They were naked only for themselves, because they wanted this and they had the right. Abigail took her by the hand and led her to the carpet in front of the fireplace: here the two girls knelt and embraced without shame and without fear, their breasts met, their tongues explored as on that their first night in the dungeons of the fortress.

And all the girls imitated them.
In a short time, there was no table, an armchair, a sofa or a carpet on which, in two or three, the girls did not finally vent all the passion and desire accumulated after so many days of rape.
At three o'clock, the candles began to go out on their own, along with the moans of pleasure and the screams of ecstasy that had filled the room for hours, and the girls fell asleep serene, smiling, one in the other's arms.


THE END​
 
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Behind the large hydrangea that stood in front of the dining room window, a shadow dressed in leather signaled other black shadows that surrounded it. The sound of an owl was heard cutting the air on Williamsburg night and no one remembered that an owl had been seen in the city for years. They lived far away, in the forest, and to hear the verse one had to have a lot of courage, because the forest was the territory of the Iroquois. They did know the verse of the owl well, they knew perfectly imitate it.
The figure dressed in leather checked the interior of the room from the French window and the last candle still lit illuminated her bad smile as she found that all the girls had fallen asleep peacefully and remained embraced in their last embrace.
“Let the Iroquois enter through the main door, for Bernard to open the lock will be a joke. We enter from here. Let's plan and surprise these sluts in their sleep, it will be more fun. They are all your, boys, all but one and you know which one. Now!"
The five negroes, armed to the teeth, left their hiding place and silently opened the door and entered.
Peggy came in last, behind her Mandinka.
 
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