One By One

Chapter 1: Madison

The Founding Fathers had been captured by Benedict Arnold. They were being held on one of his ships, in POW cells, but none of them were in a cell together, and they couldn't see or hear the others. James Madison had tried calling for his friends, but had gotten no response.

Why did he separate us? He wondered. Usually when they'd been captured before, they'd been kept together. But, then again, this was Benedict Arnold they were dealing with, not Cornwallis. He was far smarter than him, and that frightened James. The only one who could truly match his intelligence was George Washington, and he wasn't anywhere where James could see or hear him.

So, he sat just in his cell, waiting for... something. Anything. He was hungry and tired, but he didn't want to fall asleep here just yet if he didn't have to, didn't want to be taken by surprise.

After what felt like about two hours, he heard booted feet striding towards his cell. The steps were sure, confident. And with the weight behind them it couldn't be anyone but Benedict. James stood up. He tried to adjust his sword, but remembered it had been taken from him, so instead, he brushed some dust off of himself. He wanted to look like he could meet Benedict's standards.

And it was Benedict who now stood in front of the cell. Two other pairs of booted feet could be heard, and then a couple of negro soldiers were appearing on either side of him.

"Open it." He ordered. "I want to have a little chat with him."

"Can't do that through the bars?" James asked snidely.

Benedict didn't respond to his snark, and one of the soldiers opened the cell door, and all three of the men were coming in, crowding James in the cell. He realized that the British Soldiers held ropes.

Benedict nodded towards James, hands kept folded behind his back. "Tie his hands behind his back." Bastard didn't like getting his hands dirty unless he really had to, it seemed.

James backed away as the soldiers approached him, he tried to run for the still-open door. They caught him in their muscular arms, and shoved him back. Then one was holding him still and grabbing his wrists. The other yanked on them so hard that he felt like his shoulders were going to be pulled out of their sockets. He gave a sharp cry. The rope began wrapping around his wrists, again and again, pulled tight, tight enough to cut off circulation.

Then, the soldiers released James and were leaving the cell, closing the door behind them. Their footsteps almost echoed in the empty hallway.

"What do you want?" James asked, not happy about being tied up and left alone in a room with Benedict.

"Your cooperation." Benedict said smoothly, stepping forward.
James noticed the satchel at his side. "And if you do not give it, I will use force."

"Cooperation for what?" James was afraid. Very afraid. There was no doubt this man was scary. There was a dark look in the deep brown of his eyes.

Benedict stepped closer to James, so close he could touch him, and that's what he did. He slid through the fabric of James's clothing and put his hands on the soft, naked skin of his his hips.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" James tried pulling away, but Benedict held onto him hard, keeping him in place.

"Nothing you haven't done before." Benedict said. "A shame I can't take your virginity. Which Founder did you give it to? Or was it all of them? Do you all just get together in your little clubhouse and fuck yourselves silly?"