British (and Scottish) woman! Part 2!

Well it was another day in the British camp, you were walking around the camp with a cloth since you were cleaning some of the wagons nearby. As you walked into the camp you heard quite the commotion near the coldstreams guard practice field.

Wondering what was going on you walked closer to the area, as you got much closer you started to hear whistling and.....cat calling? What the hell was going on. As you moved around the corner you stopped in your tracks, you saw the soldiers of the coldstreams regiment around An Sruthan. Sensing something you saw that the trousers she usually wore were....gone. Now in its place was a kilt. Her bare and freckled thighs were out in the open since the kilt was way shorter then it should be. An stood there blushing hard as she tried to pull it down more to cover herself up.

An Sruthan: “I know I’m Scottish and all.....but this is still the wrong uniform. Wee bit shorter than usual.” She said as she tried (and failed) to pull it more down to cover herself “Command has really been weird with my “morale” assignments lately.”

She still didn’t see you and notice you as the other soldiers continue to ogle her without shame, she saw that and tried to get everything back to order.

An Sruthan: “Alright men back to formations, wearing this kilt don’t mean I’m nae longer your superio-She stopped as a gust of wing came up and lifted her kilt up, showing off her white undergarment and her brown pube hair ....

For a hot second everything when silent, no sound nothing like nature itself knew what was about to happen. The soldiers seeing her undergarment and uh....”that” exploded. Whistling and cat calling reached to a max, the soldiers ogling and making suggestive gestures and sounds. She blushed hard and was obviously embarrassed. Will you step in and help her, or joined in with the soldiers?

An Sruthan was in the camp area, sitting on some fallen trees near the campfire. She was cleaning her musket, moving the metal rod up and down the musket entrance cleaning the inside from anything that may be obscuring it.

As she was moving her hand up and down a sudden thought came into her mind. You want childrenShe suddenly stops and her eyes widen at the random though that just appeared and disappeared almost instantly.

Her mind raced back to you, her boyfriend and her cheeks blushed a high pink as the thought of you and her...

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You were walking beside An Sruthan tent in the British camp. You saw her struggling with her tunic, having enough of it always opened. She struggled and using all of her strength to close it.

After an inhale of air she finally closed the button of the top of her tunic, it struggling to hold her massive breast from opening up again. She let out a triumphant sigh as it finally closed around her breast but it seemed that the tunic could open with a single intake of breath.

It was the holiday season in the camp, December had arrived and brought snow with it. An Sruthan was walking around the fire holding a present in her hands that she intended to give to you. She looked beside her and saw Henri reading a book and holding a smoke pipe, An rushed to her side and asked her.

An Sruthan: “Corporal! The holidays are fast approachin’, anything’ ye looking Forward getting? She asked Henri with an excited smile on her face.

Henri without even looking up from her book simply took the smoke pipe out of her mouth and answered with one single word.

Henri: “Fucked.”

An smile faltered at henris bold words, she though it was gonna be something simple but not like that! A small blush appeared on Ans face as she figured out what Henri ment.

Henri was in the shooting range, trying to master the aim of her flintlock pistol. She aimed and fired at the targets with almost perfect accuracy. It was quite terrifying that she was able to do that.

But a singular bottle stood tall in the distance, Henri continued to miss it again and again getting her annoyed that it won’t go down. She started to use more and more pallets before she realized she was out. Searching her bag for more but nope nothing was there. She sighs and was about to walk of when An Sruthan appeared beside her, looking cheerful on this day.

henri, remembering that An Sruthan for some odd reason kept her pallets in the middle of her massive breast moved her white gloved hand and pulled her tunic down, Ans breast popping out of them, the pink nipples hardening slightly from the breeze. A faced went flushed red as Henri continue to fondle with them as her mouth opened in a silent gasp and shriek. No one could see this or they might get the wrong idea.

but It seemed that the universe had other ideas. You were walking by the shooting range and hearing the noises you went in to figure out what was going on.

Well since your aim was shi-I mean not as great as the others you decided to head into the firing range. You grabbed your musket and headed into the range. The bottles already set up as An Sruthan was also there to practice. She saw you and gave you a wav.

You moved right beside her and practiced with her but it was clear who was winning the competition between you two. After An Sruthan finished her side she was still waiting for you to finish. As you knelt down to get a better aim you felt a sudden, heavy and warm feeling on your shoulder. You turned your head behind you and saw that An had moved behind you to help and steady you. As you aimed back to the bottles you couldn’t stop shaking, why? Well because you can feel one of her massive breast settle over your shoulder as you tried to aim, they were heavy so it affected your body.

An Sruthan: “settle down, lad. It’s like ye’ve got the whole world on yer shoulder by how much yer arm is shaking. She didn’t seem to know that the reason why your arm was moving so much was because of her.

Well you and your regiment were allowed to head into the town nearby and you and An Sruthan headed into the local tavern. It was getting dark anyway so you took your time in the tavern. You drank from your mug not nothing how An was staring at you from the side. She seemed to be in the middle of a mental war.

An Sruthan: “I’m acting up again...and it’s getting worse than before. Her breast layed on the table, more opened than usual. You could see them shine from the sweat from earlier. She scooted closer to you. “Well guess there’s no helping it. She drank the last bit of alcohol from her mug and pulled you closer to her. “private. I’m gonna need....something from you.”

An put a finger to her lips as if shushing you to not make a sound. As you left the tavern and into a quiet room she pinned you to a wall and took all of your clothing off, stepping back to also take her own tunic and garments off. Now you two were on the bed nearby with her straddling you and moving up and down on your cock as she gripped your hand with her powerful one.

An Sruthan: “That’s it...be a good boy for mommy.” She said with a blush on her face as you two continued your intimate moment in the room.

It was night in the camp, the noise usually made in the day seem to cease as night and darkness came. You were in your tent trying to sleep after a hard days of work, laying in your makeshift bed while the campfire illuminated the shadows of the tent.

As you were about to drift off into sleep you heard stumbling from the outside of the tent. Sitting up you wondered who it was when a shadow fell over the entrance. It was herni but she seem different from normal. She was slurring her words, her hair went from her usual tidy look to now sprawling in different places. Her tunic was opened fully and she had nothing underneath so her bare massive breast were out in the open with her pink nipples poking out due to the coldness from outside and she was only wearing her white underwear so you could see the white hair of her pussy even through the cloth.

She collapsed inside the tent and crawled over you, smelling of wine so that’s why she’s probably acting like this. She looked up and stare at you, her red eyes usually sharp and commanding softened to something more feminine and need.

Henri: “Hic Trooper...are you awake~? *she slurred out. “I’m gonna...snuggle here with you, if it’s alright~.” She moves to lay beside you, on thick pale leg moved to drape over your waist as she snuggles against your neck, breathing in your scent and warmth. “You’re so warm and cozy~....”

Well you were working for Freya Laurent, being her personal assistant in the British camp. You usually gave her paper work and commented her about what’s going on with the war. You two seem to be very close and friendly to each other even if her face doesn’t show it.

It was another morning day, the sun barely peeking through the hill nearby as most if not at the soldiers were still sleeping, yet you were not. You were usually the first up since you had to report to Freya Laurent and since she also woke up early it was you two in the silent camp.

You put on your uniform and walk towards her camp which is bigger than the others so you spotted it immediately. You walked towards it and unzipped the entrance walking through and zipping it back up behind you. As you turned around you stopped immediately because of the sight in front of you. She was awake sure but not yet clothed.....she was stretching and damn she was very flexible, twisting her leg behind her as she was still bare in front of you since she hasn’t spotted you yet.

Her figure was something straight out of books and tales, her pale skin shining through the sun light that managed to breach the tent walls. Her thick and strong thighs stretching while her breast jiggled slightly from her movements. You could see the pink nipples settled in her breast and the white hair of her pussy. Her white hair was somehow still clean and straight even though she just woke up. How will you continue?

It was an ambush, a massacre of the British forces. As you and your regiment were walking above a bridge it suddenly exploded into the air, knocking you out and sending you flying to the side of the grass. You blinked back to life and the sound of screams and roars all around you. The French had caught you off guard and now were killing your men, it wasn’t even a fight more like a slaughter. As you and your forces were retreating the only way out was through another bridge but it would likely be surrounded in seconds if the French saw you heading for it. As you managed to cross it with the others you turned around and saw An Sruthan, the Scottish coldstreams corporal managing to fend off the French forces even when Henri tells her to retreat.

Thanks to her intervention you and the other soldiers make it past and far away from the French forces. You pant and thank the stars that you are ok. But as you look at Henri from her horse there is a disappointed and almost disgusted look on her face as she sees A returning back to you after fending them off.

Now you were back at the camp but it was different now, the sun going down as night is about to approach but on the ground it’s a whole different story, An Sruthan has her hands tied to a poll as her back is shown to Henri. A fellow soldier hands Henri a Cat o’ tails whip, teaching her and her man a lesson....

The wounds were horrible, horrific even. A audible WHIP, TWACK as she strikes An repeatedly again and again. After 30 minutes of pure hatred and pain Henri finally lets go of the whip and looks down at An as An has dried tear stains on her freckled cheeks as her undershirt is torn. Her back scarred in fresh whip marks and blood poured out of them. Shes shaking, visible out of pain and something else....she bows down in defeat. She looks up and speaks in a shaky and defeated voice.

An Sruthan: “Awaiting....orders....ma’am. she says as she shakes and whimpers.

She gets sent back to her tent and she collapses to her bed, letting it all out in the pillows as her mother, Elizabeth walks over to clean the blood from her daughter’s back.

Elizabeth: “What’ve you down now, dearie?” She knows, she wants to comfort her daughter but how after all of that.....

How will you continue?