Alice keeps her promise to the Captain

Ever since their conversation at Mr. Tines's funeral, Alice has been mulling how to keep her word to Captain Simmons. She is, on self-reflection, thrilled by the prospect of both endearing herself to this uniformed man and getting to watch Deborah be taken by him. It has never been more than a question of how to find the right time and opportunity - and now, she's fairly certain, she's found it.

"Mother!" she cries, flouncing into the sitting room on a sunny Thursday at one o'clock, "Just look at this bonnet! I'm afraid I've completely ruined it. Might I go into Highbury and buy myself a new one? I know that today is the day that Deborah goes to pick up the groceries from Mr. Bagshot, and I could certainly accompany her."

Mrs. Foxhaven looks up, rather startled. "Oh, w-well...yes, I suppose, why not, dear? As long as you stay with Deborah the entire time, I don't see that there can be any harm in it..."

Alice grins and leans down to give her mother a peck on the cheek. "I certainly shall! Thank you, mother. See you later this afternoon!"

In a trice, Alice has gathered Deborah and the two have set out down the road to Highbury. Alice skips merrily along, while Deborah is a bit more subdued. Once they're around the corner from Wimbly Place, though (and out of sight of any of its windows), Alice whirls on Deborah, bringing the bond girl up short.

"Now, Deborah," she says very seriously, "I am not in fact going to be stopping only at the haberdasher. I have another rather important stop to make that I require your assistance for. But - and I want you to be very sure you understand this - you must obey me without question while we are at that stop, understood? And you must not breathe a word of it to anyone. If you do..." Alice steps up close to Deborah and seizes the other girl's breasts, fingers digging cruelly into Deborah's flesh, one hand twisting the sensitive nipple she feels through the fabric of the bond girl's uniform. "If you do, I shall make your life unimaginably unpleasant! Truly just the worst. Do you understand what I am telling you, you stupid little slut?"

"Aaaah! Y-yes, Goddess. I understand!"

"Good." Alice smirks and gives the bond girl's nipple a final squeeze. "Let's continue, then..."

An hour's walk brings them to the fork in the road where Alice diverges from her official agenda, leading Deborah up the path away from town and toward the British Army's garrison just outside the town proper. A bored-looking young private at the gate hardly even glances up as they approach.

"Army garrison here. Not allowed in," he grunts.

Alice draws herself up to her full height. "My name is Alice Foxhaven, and I should like to see Captain Simmons, sir."

That gets the private to at least glance up, his gaze shifting between the two girls. "...Nature of your business?"

"A personal visit," Alice replies tartly. She half-expects some pushback, but the guard just shrugs after a second.

"Very well, miss. Regiment's mostly out drilling but Captain ought to be in his quarters. Straight in, then a left at the parade ground and it's the building on the end of the square."

"Thank you, sir," Alice says sweetly, waltzing into the garrison as Deborah follows, tremulously, behind.

The garrison is filled with nearly identical buildings of white-washed stone, making it virtually impossible for one to get lost. Alice strides boldly forward, takes a left at the parade ground, and is beelining for the large, slightly nicer-looking building at the end when she comes to a screeching halt, arrested by a remarkable sight. Just off the parade ground, in an alley between two buildings, is a small stockade, of the kind used in medieval punishments - and it's occupied. A buxom redhead with fair skin covered in freckles hangs in the stockade, bent at the waist and stripped completely naked. {if Barnes-Alice < -6}Alice recognizes her as Deirdre, the bond girl who was servicing Barnes at the Bellingtons' party.{else}A small red leather collar around her neck identifies her as a bond girl, belonging to the Army - when Alice sneaks up close to it, she can make out the name, "Deirdre" stitched into the collar in rough white thread.{endif} Deirdre has a strange apparatus on her head: a metal ring that keeps her mouth wedged open, kept in place with a strap that passes around the back of her head. When Alice passes around the back of the stockade, she gasps with interest to see that the bond girl also has two wooden objects of appreciable size - phalluses, Alice suspects - in her, one clenched in her cunt and one in her asshole. The girl is covered in a sheen of sweat mingled with, Alice is sure despite her limited experience, dried and drying cum. The bond girl jerks to alertness as Alice runs a hand lightly over her rump, and looks back at the free girl with pleading grey-green eyes.

"I wonder..." Alice murmurs softly. "Deborah, come here!" Deborah obeys, trembling. Alice glances around again. No one seems to be here...surely no one would notice if she...