Dedication: To my dear friend Sara, who had read through all my stories; to Janeen, in my opinion one of the best fanfiction writer in the world: she was the person who encouraged me to keep writing and also helped me to translate this in English; and finally to Jason Isaacs, who make Tavington so real and fascinating.

Author's note: I'm Italian, so I had to write this in a language not mine. I did it because I know English pretty well (this site help me much!). Neverthless, you could find some mistake in it, so I apologize.

Disclaimer: Tavington isn't my character and no dilution of copyright is intended by writing this.

"You can't do that! Just. you can't!"

Nicole McPauley stared horrified at the men in front of her. The one called Tavington pulled out his gun and pointed it at Nicole's fiancé.

"Yes , I can't. You're right," he said, before firing at the man.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

Nicole yelled in pain as he did so. In front of her scared eyes, her fiancè fell on the ground, where he stayed, motionless.

He's still alive...of course he is. Tavington didn't killed him, I know that...I'm sure of that...

Nicole tried to reach down to him, but a soldier took her arm and pulled her roughly onto her feet.

Nicole started to cry and Tavington looked at her.

So beautiful and so young...It would be a pity to kill her when she's still a virgin...

"Get out, all of you," said Tavington in a commanding voice, gesturing at the men all around him, "Search the ground floor of the house, kill the servants. Save the horses for the Dragoons."

"And what about you, Sir?", asked a man, staring at Nicole with worry in his eyes.

Nicole knew he already knew the answer, as she did.

Tavington looked back at him in irritation.

"Never you mind, Major Bordon," he said in a low, threatening tone "And if you haven't more questions, shall I take Miss McPauley with me? I'd like to interrogate her, if you don't mind, of course." His eyes glittered in sarcasm as he said so.

Bordon's cheeks blushed.

"Oh, no, Sir, I didn't mean to..."

"Good," Tavington cut him off. Then he turned to face Miss McPauley.

"You, come with me," he ordered, taking her arm.

Nicole tried desperately to resist him, but all she did seemed useless against his strength. Tavington pulled her roughly upstairs. When they reached the first landing, he put his arm around her neck.

She whimpered.

"We are going to have fun, my dear," he said in a low tone, his lips near her ears.

Tavington sniffed deeply her hair. That delicate and female scent of hers was so arousing to him...

She didn't answered and whimpered again as he pulled her hard through a door. Once inside, Tavington released her, and she fell on the floor, trembling.

Tavington closed the door behind him, and turned his face, wanting to examine the room in which he had just entered.

It was a couples bedroom. The bed, against the frontal wall, was covered in white bedsheets. A desk was under the only window, at his right. It was a room extremely tidy and clean, and it seemed new, as though it was never used before. Tavington wondered whose it was.

"Is this your bedroom, darling?" he asked the girl.

When he received no answer, he stared down at her. She was on the floor, her back against the wall, her head on her knees, as though she wished to protect herself from him. Tavington heard her crying softly.

He removed his helmet and placed it on the paperless desk. Then he approached her.

Nicole heard the sound of his boots and that noise frightened her. She kept her head closer to her knees and went on crying silently.

"Miss, when I ask you a question, you are supposed to answer me," he said in a low and threatening tone "For if you don't, I'm forced to punish you. Understand?"

The girl nodded slightly, though she was still too scared to raise her head. But Colonel Tavington had no time to waste. He took her by the shoulders and forced her up.

Nicole screamed as she found herself in front of him.

He seized her arms upon her head and stared into her brown, beautiful eyes. She froze in his glance, unable to move.

His eyes travelled over her young face, across her bare neck, and then down. His eyes stopped over her covered breasts, as his mind suddenly filled with sinful and wild thought about that little, innocent girl.

She felt his erection pressed against her trembling body, and that made her cry and shiver even harder. She was very scared of what he wanted to do with her...

"P-please," she murmured, unable to stop the shivers across her body, "Please, Sir...let me go...Don't do anything to me."

He laughed, as his eyes turned to stare into hers. She felt her legs giving way under his joyless laugh.

"No, I don't think so," he whispered, as he moved closer to her.

Her eyes filled with tears again as his fingers started to tenderly caress her face. A shiver of fear and an inexplicable excitement crossed her back. He saw her nipples becoming aroused and hard through the simple dress she wore, and smiled. He loved seeing the girls and women he raped showing signs of excitement at his touch. That aroused him much more. His erection was painful with desire, but he didn't wanted to rape her so soon. He would do that slowly and pleasantly, so she could satisfy his every need.

Indeed, he considered raping girls an art. He was not the rude one everyone thought he was. He was just tired of everything going on around him. General Lord Cornwallis, General O'Hara, that damned war out there and, of course, the rebels. The only moment in which he could relax was when he and his victims were alone, in a bedroom like this, in situations like this, in a state of excitement like this.

William Tavington realized everything was perfect.

Nicole saw, through her tears, his eyes gazing at every single part of her trembling body. She tried once more to beg him.

"Please, Sir..." was all she could say.

Tavington caressed her wet cheeks, slowly, making his erection impossible to restrain. Nicole noticed that and whimpered against his hand.

He threaded his fingers into her hair, and smelled the locks closing his eyes as he did. Nicole was crying softly, as warm tears rolled down her cheeks.

Then Tavington opened his eyes. He cupped her chin and stared into her eyes, studying her.

God, she's so beautiful...that man down there was a very lucky one...

He gazed deeply into her eyes. They were amber, filled with glittering tears. Her face was pale pink; her hair was very long, dark blonde, and straggly, but she looked beautiful anyway. Her fragrance was something forbidden, something tasteful, something he wanted desperately to smell more closely.

His thumb posed on her lips. He caressed them, tenderly, with the strong intention of pressing his desire on her. She understood that, and also understood that she could do nothing to avoid it. So, she closed her eyes and tried hard to not scream, to not cry, to preserve her dignity.

He saw that determination in her eyes a moment before she closed them. He admired her for this: apparently she finally understood her hopeless situation, and resigned herself to it.

"You'll enjoy our time together, don't worry," he said with a grin, whispering in her ear.

She noticed his lips skimming her ear, and stayed still, her mind concentrating on the effort of not trembling.

Suddenly she felt his warm lips touching hers and gasped.

He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her half-opened mouth. Her nose smelled his strong, male scent as her tongue tasted his.

His tongue was smooth, soft and warm, and it made her feel sick. She understood that he was consumed with desire. His erection pressed itself against her legs, as he pushed her against the wall once more.

Then the Colonel's lips left hers. For a moment or two, he looked deeply into her eyes, then he took her by the wrist and pulled her forcefully onto the bed.

The girl fell with her back upon the bedsheets. She screamed, loud and desperate, when he climbed atop her body. His weight immobilized her immediately.

"Now," he said, taking her arms and pinning them down above her head, "Be brave, darling...I'm afraid I think you are going to suffer very much."

Those words hurt her more and made her cry louder, even if she didn't wanted to. She was scared of him and of what he was going to do with her.

Nicole was frightened about sex. She was just sixteen-years old, afterall. When she met John, her fiancè -now, she realized with a sob, dead- she thought he would be the right man to go to bed with. They were barely engaged, and Nicole and her future husband had had to fight with their respective families, because they didn't approve at all of their relationship.

John's mother was a very nasty person; she had planned her son's life in every particular. She wanted him married to his cousin, Arabella, but John didn't like her. John loved Nicole with all his heart. And Nicole's parents, too, didn't wanted her engaged to a boy like John. So the two lovers escaped their homes in England, and went to the American Colonies. John had his grandparents there and he and his fianceé would join them. They were good people, and Nicole was anxious to meet them. So, they left England and went to South Carolina, where John found a work and began his life with Nicole.

Six moths later, they bought a plantation, near Santee, and went to live there.

Nicole sighed deeply, as happy and sweet memories came back in her mind. Their wedding would have been the next day. Soon, Nicole realized that there would never be a wedding for her, nor for John.

He's dead...

John, darling! Can you hear me? I know you can...You died just a few minutes ago, didn't you? Your soul must be here, close to me...I wanna tell you that I love you so and I won't forget you, understand, dear? Even if this man is going to rape me...I know he will...please, forgive me, love! I don't want this!

Tavington wasted no time.

Suddenly his warm kisses brought her back to reality. His lips touched hers in a long, deep and passionate kiss which took her breath away.

Then his thumb caressed her chin...she closed her eyes, trying to relax...his hand travelled on her neck and then down, down, down until it reached her very breasts. She whimpered as she realized that a man had never touched her there. She shivered, trying so hard to control her body, her emotions...

Tavington started to unbutton her dress. Her eyes filled with tears again as he, button after button, discovered her breasts. There they were, bare, prominent, in front of his satisfied glance. They were beautiful, his erection rose in pain when he saw them. He wanted her desperately, he didn't resist anymore. He had never felt like this before. He had never been so aroused, ever, in his life.

Without waiting any longer, he lowered his head. His lips, so warm and soft, touched her cold skin. She closed her eyes again and turned her head away, not wanting to see.

His hungry mouth reached her right nipple and sucked it with pleasure. She moaned loudly, her arms still in his iron grip.

"Please...ooooh..." she said, excited and scared at the same time, "Please...Sir, I beg you, get off me...leave me...I...oh my God..."

Tavington grinned as he heard her speak. Despite the fact she was shivering, he knew he had just excited her much. He went on to suck her nipple...

Nicole started to cry louder.

"No..." she said, "No, what are you doing...what are you doing..."

Tavington slapped her across the face.

"Shut up, you bitch," he said, before returning to his task. He sucked with growing pleasure the other nipple, then he traced a line of red marks on her soft skin. It was delicate and sweet, he loved it...

Her skin is delicious...Her nipples are delicious...now let's see if there is another thing delicious like the previous...

Sneering perversely, he lapped her stomach with increasing excitement. He reached her navel and put his tongue in it. She whimpered as he started to move his tongue in and out of her small navel. A lot of wild thoughts came to his mind as he began t o look at her skirt.

But he wanted to do another thing before that moment...

He started to unbutton his breeches.

Nicole was crying harder. He knew it would be difficult for her, but he wanted to have fun. He wanted to enjoy every part of her young and perfect body.

He freed his erection from his now unbuttoned breeches. Then he positioned himself on his knees and approached her so that his rigid shaft was just a few inches from her mouth.

Her lips began to quiver badly.

He took her head by her hair and forced her face toward his erection.

"I wanted you to suck it," he said in his commanding tone.

That was an order. But she can't obey him...

She sighed, fear in her eyes.

"Please, no, don't force me to..." she murmured, "I don't want to..."

"I don't CARE!" he screamed, his eyes full of hot fury. His excitement was so insatiable.

She was so scared that she obeyed him without saying another word.

She took his rigid shaft, slowly and painfully, and approached it with her mouth.

His erection was barely touching her lips. Then he gave a push, and suddenly, without warning, she found herself with his manhood in her mouth.

It tasted very warm and hard. By the moment in which it entered her mouth, she wished that it hadn't.

She though she was going to suffocate or vomit upon him...

Tavington, on the other hand, put his head back, his eyes closed. He groaned.

"Ohh..." he said, and Nicole saw his hands starting to tremble nearly as hers "Yes...God...ohh..."

After two torturing minutes he pulled it out of her mouth. Then he didn't wait any longer. If he couldn't penetrate her that very moment he would die.

He lifted her skirt up and saw her delicate undergarments. He ripped them off, anxious to get into her.

She was crying again, desperately...

"No, Sir, please, no," she begged, "Don't do that, please..."

He ignored her and touched her most intimate flesh with his rigid and aroused shaft.

Once inside her, he groaned and she yelled in pain.

William felt with pleasure that his desire was soon suppressed by total satisfaction. He groaned louder.

He began to push his shaft in her, even harder, even deeper, more painfully into her.

She screamed when she felt the fragile sheld of her virginity giving away. She wanted him to stop, she wanted it badly...

"Ah...ah...ah...yes..." he moaned, "Yes...oh..."

She couldn't believe that he was getting pleasure by her discomfort and pain. She tried to not concentrate on the rhythm in which the Colonel was pushing in her...

In and out, in and out, in and out...

Pain, pain, pain, pain...

The bed was creaking under his deep movements...

In and out, in and out, in and out...

Again, again, again... when will it be over?

In and out, pain, again...

Creck, creck, creck...

Please, God, make him stop...I can't resist anymore, please...

Her pain became unbearable as he released finally his seed into her, groaning once more.

Forgive me, John.. for I don't want it...

He stole my virginity, but it's not my fault, is it?

Yes, it is.

No, it isn't.

John, where are you dear? I feel you so close to me, now...Am I about to die?

Creck, creck, creck...

STOP! Please, stop, stop!

Then he withdrew his spent manhood from her. He looked over the bedsheets, where spots of his semen were splattered all around. He grinned as he buttoned his breeches again and moved some steps toward the desk where he had left his gun and helmet moments before. He stared outside the window. The others Dragoons were gathered just outside the house. Some of them had the torches ready and Tavington realized that they were waiting for him to fire the house.

He turned to Nicole, still naked on the bed.

"Come on, surely you don't want to show the Devil your womanhood, do you?" he said, sneering cruelly.

When she didn't move, he took her skirt and pulled it down.

"Now, come on, darling," he said, pulling her onto her feet.

Tears streamed down her face. She feared death more than anything, even more than sex. But now that she had had her first, painful and sinful experience, she feared death more than how she feared it before. The only thought which consoled her was that John was waiting for her, somewhere over there.

Colonel Tavington forced her to kneel down. He was behind her, his gun ready. He posed it on her right temple.

She saw a white figure before her eyes...she recognized him.

John...

Yes, dear, he said, I'm here. You'll come with me, don't be afraid. Our wedding is waiting for us...

Yes...she thought.

"Yes..." she said.

Tavington ignored her. His gloved hand travelled for the last time to her breasts and cupped them. His tongue wetted his lips.

Nicole didn't feared him anymore. John was smiling at her...

Tavington noticed her dignity. She was staring at a point in front of her, but when Tavington looked there was nothing. He raised his eyebrows.

Then he shot.

Nicole's lifeless body fell on the floor in an elegant manner, making no noise.

Tavington looked at her. Blood was pouring out, covering her beautiful face. Her eyes were staring at nothing. They were hollow, lifeless, but there were something odd upon her face. Tavington looked at her lips, feeling somewhat uneasy.

They were curled in a smile.

THE END