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Charlotte wasn't sure about this band of Redcoats, the troop moved with a casual looseness that spoke to a lack of discipline. Hesitation and fear overcame her both at once. She stood there, frozen, as if she had been chiseled from marble by some great Florentine artist of old.

"Well look what we have here, mates" said the sergeant of the patrol a coarse-looking veteran with a dirty jacket that was only half buttoned. "Now what is a lady so charming and elegant as you doing out in the woods alone? Perhaps waiting for some lover? Or have you drank too much and lost your way?"

Charlotte finally found her voice. "Neither" she replied. "I was just out hunting."

The man looked at her, and smiled a wanton, sadistic smile. "It seems, my lady, you have now become the hunted." He motioned to the troops behind him, and they leveled their heavy muskets at her obediently. "Now be a good lass and take off all your clothing."

"What?" Charlotte was stunned at the man's boldness. "How dare you!" She hoped to intimidate the uncouth soldier, but the man just laughed as he grabbed his groin crudely.

Randy Fuller watched in dismay as Charlotte began to unbutton the top of her dress. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was about to happen. All he could do was watch, and hope the Redcoats left her alone after they had taken their fill of her.

"Why are you doing this?" Charlotte cried as she undid her buttons. "My father is Lord Marlton."

"It makes no difference to us if you're the Queen Mother" retorted the sergeant. "You're alone, beautiful, and we are in need of your womanly charms. Now stop talking, and get your dress off, or I'll strip it off of you meself."

"You'll be hanged!" Charlotte threatened and several of the patrol looked rightly concerned at the possibility, but the sergeant just laughed.

"It's not us that'll be blamed Lady Marlton, but that sodding outlaw who's been making our lives living shit." Charlotte's heart fell as she began to understand the man's meaning. She shrugged the dress off of her shoulders as slowly as possible lowering it carefully to the ground as she stalled for time. Wolf whistles came from the men as they beheld her in her silk slip and petticoats. "Please!" she begged again. "My father will reward you handsomely if you return me to his estate unmolested!" She didn't want to end up with a child growing inside her, and she knew this was her fertile time of the month.

The sergeant had had enough of her stalling. In two large steps he closed with Charlotte and struck her, bruising the left side of the face. He ripped her slip open without hesitation, exposing her bountiful breasts topped with dark pink areolae and succulent, full nipples. Next came her petticoats as he pulled them down to her ankles.

Charlotte tried desperately to cover her naked breasts with one hand while protecting her panties with the other. She screamed in desperation "Help! ****!", but she knew it would be to no avail. The hunting party was well out of earshot, perhaps even on their way back to the Marlton estate. She couldn't even run as her boots were twisted in her petticoats. Trying only made her stumble and fall into the arms of the grizzled veteran. She gasped as she felt her panties being torn from her body by the man's strong hands. Now she was naked except for her stockings, boots and the hat that had been half pulled from her head.

The brutal sergeant grabbed Charlotte by the hair, and **** her to her knees in the long grass. He undid the front of his breeches with the other hand, and his large cock flopped out, hitting Charlotte in the nose. "Open your mouth" he said in a commanding voice.

Charlotte couldn't believe these soldiers were about to treat her worse then some drunken tavern wench. But all she could do now was to comply to their every whim. Slowly she opened her mouth, and the man shoved his warm, pulsing member inside it. "You are my reward" he sneered. "Now suck. If you treat us right you might survive this, if not that bastard highwayman will have one more crime to hang for."

Randy watched from the bushes as Charlotte was **** to take in the whole length of the soldier's pulsing rod. He felt cheated. He knew he should be the one on the other end of the rod crammed in Charlotte's sweet mouth. But maybe this was his ****? Maybe watching her being brutalized by a squadron of the King's troops was God's way of saying vengeance is His, and not Randy's. Yet a certain pity for the woman now began to creep into the dark recesses of his heart and mind as he watched her being **** to service this thug in uniform. Perhaps vengeance wasn't his, or anyone else's. Did she really deserve to pay for the wrongs of her father?

What Randy decided to do next was both foolish and reckless. He took only long enough to cover his features with a mask handcrafted to cover his eyes and nose for just this purpose before leaping from the bushes with a blood curdling yell, pistols drawn and pointed at the sergeant.

The entire squad of soldiers were taken by surprise, as was the heedless sergeant. Shots suddenly rang out and smoke billowed from both the muzzles of Randy's pistols and most of the infantrymen's poorly aimed muskets.

Charlotte screamed hysterically as her assailant slumped over, rolling off of her in a heap to the ground, dead. The shocked and confused soldiers fled for their lives in any available direction some even dropping their spent muskets in their haste to get away from the scene.

Charlotte tried to cover her nudity as best she could as she gathered what was left of her things. She looked up at Randy. "I don't know whether to thank you, or scream even more" she said, looking at the masked figure in front of her.

Randy put away his pistols. "Just get dressed lady. I couldn't stand to see you molested by the King's brigands and cutthroats." The sight of her bruised face and heaving breasts was having an undeniable affect on him. Even the small gold cross that hung half hidden between her breasts was somehow arousing. "And make it quick, some of those redcoats will be heading back soon as they find their courage." He added gruffly as he tore his eyes from her exposed bosom and scanned the horizon.

Charlotte picked up her pace, not wanting to confront those undisciplined soldiers again. "Then I guess I should at least say thank you, for the moment." She pulled up her petticoats and struggled back into her dress turning from the masked outlaw with sudden modestly. In spite of his soothing words she recognized the hunger in his eyes, frankly she expected no better from him than the redcoats.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to finish what they started." Randy found himself saying in an attempt to ease her growing hysteria, as he led the shocked woman away from the scene of the attack but it was too late.

Charlotte started crying, and found herself falling into Randy's arms. She held onto him so tight that Randy thought he wouldn't be able to breathe at first. "I know you're Black Brand. I've heard what lawless men like you do to women like me."

"Well not all highwaymen are the same" he found himself saying. "Some of us don't like to see the innocent unjustly treated. Those men were about to do you a rather grievous injustice, and they would have gotten away with it. They're supposed to be soldiers of the Crown, not thugs and rapists."

"I owe you my life, kind sir" said Charlotte as she gazed up into his masked eyes. "I would surely have wound up dead, or worse had you not stopped them."

"I should see you home" said Randy. He took the time to gently caress the side of her face aware even as he did that the infantrymen of the patrol would be getting over their panic. "That way no more mischief will come to you. I'll drop you a safe distance away from your home and watch you until you're safely inside. Then I'll be on my way."

"My father would gladly wish to thank you once he hears what happened" said Charlotte. She was afraid and didn't want to be left alone for fear that the others would return for her to avoid her testimony reaching the troop's officers.

"No, I wish no reward, nor any thanks from a man like him. Neither would your father welcome me with open arms for who and what I am. Perhaps if things were different, I would accept." Randy's voice was gentle, yet sad in some ways.

"Yes, I suppose highwaymen aren't the favorites of nobility" said Charlotte as she recalled the livid tirades her father would deliver when news of Black Brand's thefts reached him. "But know this Black Brand, you are my hero, and you will always find favor with me." She suddenly felt drawn to the strange savior, and she couldn't help herself as her lips found his.