Alec is shared a final time & an unexpected visitor shows up.
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The women puttered around cleaning each other up, then Abby
packed a pipe for Alec and delivered a stiff whiskey to his side. He
pulled her onto his lap and she snuggled deep in his arms.
"Are you okay, big man? We seemed to have wore you out."
"I'm good. I really enjoyed it. You're such a delicious little tart," he teased.
Abby
got a serious look on her face. "Will you take me like you did Rose
sometime? That looked amazing and must have felt even better from
watching her reaction," she whispered quietly while peeking over his
shoulder to make sure she wasn't overheard.
"I'd
love to, but haven't yet because I don't want to hurt you. You're a
different kind of special to me, much different than Rose and June and I
want to keep it that way. It seems rather rude to treat the woman I
love, like a harlot."
"Well,
maybe she might want to be treated that way on occasion. You took me
pretty hard in the forest the other day, but nothing like you did with
Rose," she whispered and wriggled her eyebrows at him causing him to
never want to hurt you," he said seriously. "Even if you ask me to I
may have difficulty doing it. You have no idea how precious you are to
me, Angel." He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, robbing her
breath for a few moments. He looked closely at her after he broke the
kiss and her eyes had misted over with emotion.
"I love you too, Heavy.
I thank God every day for delivering you to me, even though I had to
drag you home with my horse!" she teased lightly to cover her emotions.
She buried her face in the hollow of his neck and inhaled the warm aroma
of sex coming from him, purring in satisfaction as his arms enveloped
pair of slim arms slid around him and Rose kissed his cheek from
behind. "Thank you, big man. That was an incredible experience, and
thank you too, Abby for sharing your handsome stud. He's quite a piece
sure is," June chimed in as she knelt before him and hugged his legs,
then covered his knees with little kisses. "Thanks for spoiling me,
Master. I'll never forget how well you take care of us."
He
smiled down at her beautiful, dusky face and gave her a quick wink that
had her blushing in pleasure. Abby's ears perked up at the title June
addressed him by, but decided to ask him about it later. The current
mood in the cabin was too good to bring to an end if the conversation
became unpleasant.
"Is it too early to go to bed?" he asked. "I could use a nap at the least."
An intruder in the woods
Rose
and June chose to cook a light dinner and while they did so, Abby and
Alec crawled into bed. She rested her head on his chest, wriggling her
nose like a rabbit when his crispy chest hair tickled her. In minutes he
was sleeping and she spent her time with him caressing his broad chest,
running her nails through his hair and listening to his strong
heartbeat while she gazed at his handsome profile. She could feel
herself falling ever deeper in love with him day by day it seemed.
She
had just nodded off when June traced the hair back from her brow and
kissed her forehead. "Dinner is served, Mistress, if you're hungry," she
whispered quietly.
"Oh, June. Thank
you, my sweet." Abby roused her man and the foursome had a delicious
dinner together, enjoying a nice bottle of wine Abby had liberated from
one of their caches. Alec insisted on doing the cleanup and almost had
to spank little June to keep her from taking over his duties while the
other two girls laughed in delight at the pair's antics.
When
his chores were completed, Alec sat in his armchair and had another
glass of wine while Abby sat at his feet. Rose started a nice fire in
the stone fireplace and soon the evening chill left the cabin. Abby
looked up at him and watched him as he stared into the flames, deep in
thought with his brow creased in worry. She suspected his mind was on
their upcoming journey and the troubles that would inevitably arise
along the way, and she hated to see him like this. Glancing at her
girlfriends she noticed that they too had fallen silent and were
carefully watching him as well, picking up on his mood. She rose
gracefully to her feet and offered him a hand.
"Come with us," she said softly. She led him to the bear skin that lay on the floor in front of the fire and pulled him down to lay on
his back. Rose retrieved their pillows and together the girls
surrounded him with their warm, naked bodies and soon drove all negative
thoughts from his head with their kisses and caressing hands.
Their mood was slow and tender. Rose chose to simply lay on
her side and caress anyone that came within her reach while Abby pushed
June atop him. She rode with exquisite skill for nearly fifteen minutes
while Abby kissed him and made love to his chest and hard belly with
girls made it all about his pleasure this time and June left him
gleaming with sweat and panting lightly. June slid off him and laid beside him while Rose licked him clean of his and June's combined juices.
He
pulled Abby up over his mouth with her facing his feet and she watched
Rose, until she soaked his face and chin in her sweet juice.
When
Abby recovered her breath she slid off his face and straddled his hips
while Rose slid to the side to accommodate her. Abby wedged his thick
head in her pussy and
tenderly took him deep inside her. He groaned as her tightness squeezed
him in her hot, wet tunnel while he looked up at her beautiful blue
eyes that were staring down at him intensely. For several minutes she
worked above him, her sweet breasts gleaming with perspiration from the
warm fire in her loins.
She lowered herself to his chest and whispered in his ear. "Just relax.”
Slowly, they wound down and with happy little sighs of completion, the
foursome snuggled together and dozed off lightly by the fire. Sometime
later as the room chilled, June roused them up and got them all into bed, then tucked them in warm blankets and together they slept like the dead.
The
following morning, Abby was sitting on the porch swing drinking her
coffee when she noticed her horse lift her head and look into the
forest, then resume browsing in the grass. Abby continued watched her
from the corner of her eye and the mare repeated her actions twice more
in just a few minutes. Abby casually finished her coffee and strode
may have company," she announced calmly, catching everyone's attention
immediately. She explained what she'd seen and quickly outlined a plan
for the group.
"I'll take my rifle and slide out the back window, then circle around in the forest in the direction my mare was looking. Rose and Alec, you two standby inside with your rifles and watch carefully out front. June, give me ten minutes then take a bucket of water and go out on the porch and wash up. Don't be afraid to show a little skin sultriness. If someone's out there we may need every advantage. Leave the door open though, so you can run inside if the shooting starts, sound good?"
"No it doesn't sound good," Alec growled. "I don't want you out there alone, sweetheart. I'm coming with you!"
"Lover,
you can't fit through the back window with that big body of yours.
Besides, I can handle myself, you know that. If you hear a shot, come
running though," she said reasonably.
He
was red in the face and getting angry, so she quickly pulled him down
and smothered him in hot kisses until his broad shoulders sagged in
defeat.
"Damn it, Angel. How come you always seem to win these difficult arguments?" he grumped.
"Get
used to it, big man!" Rose exclaimed while stifling laughter. "I don't
believe I've ever won a tussle with her in all these years."
"Time's a-waisting, is everyone good?" Abby said in an urgent voice.
"I'm good, damn it to hell!" Alec grumbled and picked up his rifle.
Abby pulled him down to whisper in his ear. "I love you, Heavy. Lots and lots."
He squeezed her until her little ribs almost cracked. "I love you too, Angel. Come back safe."
She
slid out the back window and he handed out her rifle and rapier along
with her powder horn and bullet pouch. She kissed his big hand, then
turned and disappeared in the forest like a puff of smoke.
She
started making a careful circle around the clearing and in just a
couple minutes picked out the shape of a horse tethered to a tree about
50 yards away from the cabin. It's ears
were perked up and it was looking at the west side of the clearing.
Abby carefully eased in that direction with every sense she had
available on high alert.
The
sun was just rising in the east and she cupped her hand over her brow
to shade her eyes. For nearly five minutes she stood completely still
and listened while her eyes swept the area in front of her. Finally, she
saw a small movement at the edge of the clearing between her and the
cabin. She thought she could see a man lying prone on the ground, and
like her, he had his hands covering his eyes as he looked directly east
heard the cabin door squeak open and the faint sound of June singing to
herself as she began her morning ablutions. The man's head rose
slightly and Abby knew he was watching June intently. Before she moved
towards him she again scanned her surroundings for any danger but
couldn't pick up any other signs that bothered her.
June's
voice rose high and sweet in the morning air, drowning the tiny sounds
of Abby moving in on the unsuspecting stranger. As she got closer to
him, June came into view. She was naked from the waist up and was
rinsing herself down with a wet rag. Her dusky breasts were high and
firm on her chest and her dark nipples stuck out as hard as diamonds
ol' June, Abby thought to herself, the man didn't stand a chance. As
she slid to within 20 feet of him, June dropped her skirt and raised a
bare leg to the top of the porch handrail, exposing her shaven
pubis to the world. Humming energetically, she dipped her rag in the bucket and took her time wiping herself clean.
Abby
heard a gasp from her target and he shuffled uncomfortably on his belly
as his burgeoning cock tried to find room in his trousers. In a few
silent steps she was directly behind him and she poked the barrel of her
rifle to the back of his neck. He stiffened immediately and a stream of
curses left his mouth as he let his face fall in defeat to the forest
fucking got me you bastard, son of a bitch!" he complained. "Someone
finally got the drop on ol' Duncan Yates, damn you to hell!"
The tension left Abby's body and a smile came to her face. "Mister Yates? I'm so sorry! I'm Abigail Durham!"
The man rolled over and a look of surprise came over his craggy old face.
"Mistress Durham! What in the fuh I mean what in the world are you doing here?"
She
offered him a hand and pulled his slight frame to his feet. She gave
him a big hug while he stuttered for words to say to the blonde beauty.
"I
hope you don't mind too much, sir. We've had use of your cabin for
several months. I read your note and figured you may never return," she
course I don't mind. I didn't think I was coming back either. This
war's been hell on this old man, but I've survived so far."
"Can I welcome you back to your cabin then?" she asked a bit sheepishly. "I have three companions with me as well."
"I've
met one of them from a distance," he quipped. "You're just like your
father, a devious young lady when need be. That show on the porch was
for my benefit wasn't it?"
She lowered her eyes and giggled. "Yes sir, it was, and worked quite well in fact."
He
laughed uproariously and clapped a hand to his knee. "Well, you
snookered this old man fair and square, young lady. I'll be telling
stories of this til the day I die."
She took his arm and tugged him towards the cabin. "Shall we?"
"Coming in, June! All's
well!" she called out and together they approached the old man's cabin.
The three companions met them at the porch and Abby made introductions
all around. Duncan's eyes were wide in astonishment as he took in the
three beauties all standing together, along with the tall man beside
you been living under my roof with these three young ladies? You're the
most fortunate man in creation!" he exclaimed in wonder. The girls all
blushed at his words and Alec's chest puffed out a little. He was proud
to have them and wasn't afraid to show it.
"You look hungry and tired, sir. May I make something for you to eat?" June asked politely.
"I'll not turn down a good meal, Miss June. My thanks to you indeed."
She
blushed at his words, rarely had anyone ever addressed her as Miss and
she thought it was quite wonderful. They went inside and he exclaimed at
how clean and well kept his cabin was and was equally surprised at the
large bed Alec had built. He didn't mention their sleeping arrangements
of course, but Abby saw the wheels turning in his wizened head and knew
he suspected the truth.
While
he ate, the companions answered his many questions about how they'd
survived and continued taking the battle to the enemy. He informed them
he'd been up north and knew that George was alive and well and giving
the redcoats hell.
"In fact, he and his militia are steadily moving south, in this direction. Do know of Blenheim Plantation, Abby?" he asked.
"I've heard of it but I'm not sure where it's at."
"It's
maybe three day's ride north of here. I've heard he intends to stop his
drive south there to resupply and rest his troops. They've been on a
real tear lately."
"That's
wonderful!" she cried out. "We were just planning on heading north
tomorrow to see if we could find him." She quickly filled him in on the
letter she'd found from her father, and how she'd thought he was dead
I can assure you he's alive a thorn in the redcoats ass! Whoops, sorry,
ma'am. I'm not used to being around such lovely ladies," he apologized
giggled and waved it off. "Don't worry Mister Yates, I've heard much
worse. By the way, we have quite a lot of food and supplies at various
caches around here. If you're staying home you're welcome to them. We
had an excellent garden this year and all the produce is in a cool cave
just a short distance from here."
His
eyes misted over and he clasped her hands in his. "Oh thank you,
Mistress. I really didn't know how I was going to feed myself this
coming winter, a man can't live on venison alone you know."
"Well,
there's something else too," she offered. "We have a milk cow with a
yearling calf you're welcome to. We were just going to set her loose in
tear ran down his rugged cheek and he knelt to kiss her hand. "Oh,
you're such a blessing to this old man. I can never thank you enough for
the blessing, Mister Yates. We'd have had a rough go of it without the
shelter of your cabin. I firmly believe it saved our lives."
The
rest of the day they prepared to leave, and in the afternoon Alec and
Abby showed the old man where the root cellar was. He was more than
appreciative and swore he'd repay them somehow.
It
was obvious to the foursome that the fellow had experienced a rough
time in the last few months and their hearts went out to him. Abby
pulled June aside and whispered an idea in her ear. June looked a bit
surprised, but by the end of the conversation she was nodding eagerly.
Alec
set about hauling water to heat on the stove and fireplace and when it
was hot, Abby set her plan in motion. They moved the bathing tub out on
the porch and filled it with piping hot water as the old man watched
them curiously but remained silent. June opened a bottle of whiskey and
filled a mug to the brim and set it near the tub, then she packed Alec's
pipe and did the same with it. The old man was sitting at the kitchen
table when Abby approached him and held out her hand.
"Will you do me a favor, Mister Yates?"
"Only if you call me, Duncan, Mistress."
"I
like that, thank you, Duncan. And you may call me Abby, please. All my
friends do." She gave him a beautiful smile that melted his crusty old
heart.
"Come with me, please."
She tugged him outside where June met him with a washrag and soap in her more than capable hands.
"June offered to help you clean up and get you comfortable. It's just a small way that we can repay you," she offered.
His eyes widened in surprise. "Um, you mean for me to get in the tub? Naked?"
"Yes, Duncan. Please do. June is quite versed in matters like this, she's tended to me for years."
He eyed Abby askance for a few moments, taking in the confidence and authority in her blue eyes, then all
resistance left him in a rush. His bony shoulders sagged and he almost
wobbled on his feet. June steadied him and started peeling his filthy
clothes from his sparse frame.
"Thank you, Mistress Abby. I'll never forget your kindness," he said softly.
"We'll be inside if you require anything, June," Abby ordered, then went inside and firmly closed the door.
June
set her mind to doing her best for the old fellow. She gently scrubbed
his hair, head and face while he sputtered and spit water everywhere.
When it came time to stand him up, he protested vehemently but she was
adamant and eventually he had no choice but to capitulate. He stood
awkwardly while she soaped him up and scrubbed him briskly then rinsed
him down. He continually covered himself with his hands and she had to
talk him into letting her continue.
"Sweetheart, please let me take care of you. I don't want to embarrass you, I just want to make you feel good and clean. Besides, I think you've seen a bit more of me than I've seen you," she teased.
He
looked at her and saw her beautiful smile and he let loose with a huge
laugh. "Now that's the honest truth, Miss June. Fair's fair I reckon!"
He shyly dropped his hands and she took his cock in her own small ones.
"Well
my stars! Mister Duncan, where ever did you hide such a large member!
I've never seen the like!" she complimented with a convincing smile. His
chest puffed out and he gave her a huge grin.
"I've been known to satisfy a few lasses over the years you know."
"I'm sure you have, my word, what a cannon!"
He
smiled proudly as she gently soaped and rinsed him clean. He did grow a
bit in her hands and sported a decent six inches of cock. Quite
impressive for an older gentleman she thought. He never got more than
semi-hard and she chalked it up to his shyness and old age. Not offended
in the least, she finished rinsing him off, then bailed some old dirty
water from the tub and called to Alec for a refill. He promptly topped
the tub off with piping hot water and June returned Duncan to it's depths. She handed him the mug of whiskey and lit his pipe for him.
He
watched her with wide eyes as she tended to his needs. He'd never been
so pampered in his long life. As he settled back to soak in the heat she
leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
"Are you doing okay, Mister Yates? Can I do anything else for you?" she asked gently.
"No, Miss June. I'm in heaven right now thanks to you. You're truly a remarkable woman," he stated with a contented smile.
"I'll leave you to enjoy yourself. It was my pleasure to serve you, sir."
She
gave him a wink and wandered inside to see what her companions were up
to. Abby had washed Duncan's filthy clothes along with a few pair he'd
left behind in the house and was drying them in front of the fireplace.
Rose
and Alec were working on a celebration dinner in honor of Mister Duncan
and his cabin that had become such an important part of their lives.
Venison,
smoked ham, steamed vegetables and fresh bread with butter were on the
menu tonight, along with Abby's favorite vintage of wine she'd
dinner was ready, June went out to rouse Duncan from the tub. She dried
him off and helped him dress in his freshly washed clothes. She then
took him inside and they all sat at the table, although it was somewhat
tight seating. Alec led them in saying grace, then Abby
served Duncan first as a sign of respect for the older gentleman. By
the time dinner was over, poor Duncan's eyelids were drooping and he
almost slid off his chair when he nearly fell asleep. June helped him to
the huge bed where he halfheartedly protested her, but she insisted and
stripped him naked, then tucked him in, and in just a handful of
seconds he was snoring deeply. Abby giggled and made a sigh of
happiness.
"Thank you so much, June. He'll never forget today as long as he lives."
"I didn't mind, he's such a sweet old man. I think he'd make an excellent husband for some lucky lady."
The
foursome made short order of cleaning up after dinner, then they
settled in, sipping wine. Abby perched on Alec's lap and snuggled into
his warmth with a contented sigh while Rose and June reclined on the
gonna hate leaving this place in the morning, but on the other hand I'm
so excited to see Papa and William. It sounds like they may not be so
far away, just a few days ride," Abby said, with a bit of melancholy.
Everyone
nodded in agreement and the group became silent as they all thought of
the good and bad times they'd shared among themselves.
Soon, Alec stirred. "I'm plumb tired," he stated. "Where's everyone gonna sleep at?"
"I'm
sleeping with Mister Yates," June stated, surprising everyone. "He's
such a sweet fellow and I think he deserves to sleep with a woman every
now and then. Everyone needs some good in their lives and I know he'll
stared at June, thoughts churning in her mind and Abby watched with
interest to see how her friend would respond. Just then Duncan let out a
pained cry and writhed in his bed, apparently fighting an otherworldly
opponent. June quickly rose to her feet and went to him. She soothed his
brow with a soft hand and sang a little lullaby until he relaxed and
resumed his light snoring. Abby watched her face as she comforted the
old man and really saw what a sweet and gentle person June was, deep in
must have noticed the same, because she got up and joined her at
Duncan's side. Together, they undressed and slid into bed on both sides
of him, snuggling in close to his slim frame.
Alec
helped Abby off his lap and made a nest of blankets on the bear rug for
them to sleep in. Abby went to the girls and leaned in to kiss each one
tenderly on the lips.
"Thank
you, I'm blessed to have friends such as you," she whispered softly
with a sweet smile, then returned to her man's side and blew out the oil
lamp, plunging the cabin to darkness.
Abby
was first up in the morning and wearing one of Alec's shirts, stoked up
the stove and made coffee. She served Alec and they sat in his armchair
with her snuggled on his lap. Together, they watched with interest as
Duncan sniffed and snorted while waking up fully. Abby covered her mouth
in mirth at his expression when he realized he was surrounded by
beautiful naked women. Both girls had their arms and legs thrown over
him as they slumbered on, unaware. He looked helplessly at Abby who
shrugged and winked playfully at him, not helping a bit with his
enjoy, my friend," Alec rumbled in a low voice and gave him a nod of
encouragement. Duncan sighed and lowered his head back to the pillow,
then closed his eyes. Slowly, a happy smile split his rugged old face
and he softly kissed each forehead that lay on his shoulders.
"Thank
you, Lord." he whispered. Soon, the smell of fresh coffee stirred the
two girls and they gently untangled themselves from their fortunate
bedmate. Naked, they each bent over him and kissed his cheeks, then
dressed and started in on making breakfast. Abby went to help out, and
Duncan shyly slid out of bed and quickly got dressed.
He sat next to Alec and peppered him with quiet questions.
"So, you've lived here for months with these young ladies?"
"Yes sir."
"Sleeping in that big bed?"
"Yes sir."
"With all three of them?"
"Yes sir."
"My word, man. You're
my absolute hero! I've never in my life heard of such a thing. Doesn't
it cause angst among them? It's quite apparent you belong to Miss Abby."
"Well
sir, it's a mite complicated but we get by. I've yet to meet Mister
Durham so we'll see how that goes soon enough I reckon."
The old man nodded sagely. "I don't pity your position, but I do envy you greatly, I can only imagine..." he said wistfully.
"One never knows, my friend. Strange things happen in life," Alec said encouragingly.
Just
then Abby beckoned them to the table to eat, where she reminded them of
her mother's maiden name of Winston, in case they needed it to identify
themselves to the militia. They all swore they remembered it but she
wanted to make absolutely sure. After breakfast, the companions were
finally ready to depart and Alex noted that one horse was loaded rather
lightly.
"Why don't we spread the loads more evenly," he suggested to Abby.
"You'll see shortly, sweetheart," she said mysteriously.
They
all bid goodbye to Duncan and June told him that if possible that she'd
come back to visit him sometime, and he stood on his porch waving as
they departed. Merely a hundred yards down the trail, Abby stopped them
and led the lightly loaded horse off the trail. The girls grinned
conspiratorially but said nothing to Alec. He followed Abby to an
outcropping of limestone that sheltered a small cave entrance. Abby
crawled in and gestured him to follow.
He
nearly fainted at the sight before him. The regimental payroll Abby had
liberated from the British months ago was revealed to his startled
eyes. Thousands of pounds in English gold and silver coin was contained in two, iron bound wooden chests.
"Holy Moses, Abby! Where in the hell did you get all this money?" he managed to croak out. She laughed gaily at his expression.
"Oh,
we girls killed a squad of redcoats and stole it from them. A lot of it
is also from other troops I killed before I met you."
He
shook his head in complete amazement at the sheer audacity of this slip
of a girl before him. She produced a small leather bag and counted out
two hundred pounds in gold, then stuffed it in her coat pocket. Alec
dragged the boxes out of the cave, and together they secured the chests
to the pack horse, then met back up with the girls on the main trail.
"I'll
be right back," Abby stated and swiftly returned to the cabin. Duncan
was in the yard admiring his two new cows when she rode up to him.
"Did you forget something, Mistress?"
"No,
Duncan. I rarely do. I just wanted to give you a gift for the use of
your cabin." She slid off her mare and handed him the bag of gold. His
eyes widened when he opened it up and peeked inside.
"Oh, Mistress Abby, I can't accept this!" he cried in consternation.
"Yes you can, dear Duncan. Please, on behalf of us and my father. I beg you to take it."
Tears ran down his face and he wept openly in front of her.
"Oh, Mistress. You're so kind! I'll never forget how well you and your family has treated me. You truly are an angel!" he sobbed.
She
gathered him in a tight hug and kissed both his cheeks. "We'll meet
again, my friend. I promise you that. Take care of yourself, dear
quickly mounted her mare and spurred away before he could see her own
tears running down her face. The companions finally headed down the
trail under Abby's guidance and they spent the remainder of the day
feeling their way north. Abby wanted to stay somewhat close to the road
system without revealing themselves. From the way Duncan had talked, the
redcoat's presence was deteriorating rapidly and she hoped to use the
main thoroughfare north if at all possible. Towards evening, she and
Alec left the girls at their chosen campsite and crept into view of the
main road. Abby consulted a map she'd taken from a long dead redcoat and
confirmed their position using prominent hills as landmarks.
Apparently,
there was a bridge to the north of them a few miles and she wanted to
check it out the following morning. Alec just shook his head in wonder.
Even as they searched for her father, she never let up looking for
opportunities to cause damage to the enemy.
They
made a cold camp because they were so close to the road and Alec
insisted they have a guard on duty through the long night. They split
the duty into two hour shifts and settled in for the evening.
Thankfully,
it passed uneventfully and they continued on their way in the morning,
grumbling as they worked the cold night from their stiff muscles.
A bridge to be taken.
They
paralleled the main road staying west of it a quarter mile or so, dead
reckoning as to how close they might be to the bridge. The sound of
hammering and the shouting of men attracted their attention. Once again,
leaving the two girls to care for the horses, Alec and Abby sneaked in
close to see what the hubbub was all about. Sure enough, the bridge was
where they thought it would be, however it was in a state of disrepair.
Two cannon lay in the creek bottom below the bridge along with their
teams of horses, dead in the traces.
Apparently,
part of the bridge had given way under the weight of cannon and the
heavy loads had plunged thirty feet to the rocky creek bed.
Redcoat
soldiers numbering twenty or so had stripped to their trousers and were
trying to repair the bridge. It appeared to handle foot traffic in
single file, but no more than that. North of the bridge was a burned out
tobacco field that held a half dozen cannon and ammunition wagons awaiting for the bridge to be repaired. All the traffic they could see was southbound. Old Duncan was right, Abby mused, the British were being routed by the militia and were retreating south.
By
now, Alec was used to her ways and he waited patiently as she assessed
the situation. Her blue eyes were locked on the bridge and he knew she
was hatching a plot in her golden head. They watched in silence
throughout the day until Abby was satisfied with what she was seeing. By
her reckoning, the British should have their repairs complete by the
following evening, or close to it. They returned to their now highly
worried companions and were swamped by their hugs and kisses.
"You scared the hell out of us!" Rose complained mightily. Abby was apologetic but unmoved.
"We
do it again tomorrow as well. I'm working on a plan." she stated. While
they again cold camped, Abby consulted her maps and huddled with the
group to formulate her ideas. "As I see it, our side needs those cannon
as well as a solid bridge to chase down the retreating redcoats. I say
we let them fix the bridge for us, then take their cannon and ammunition
wagons for our own use. What do ya think?"
As usual, they were all amazed at the outright gall of their petite mistress whom never seemed to tire of killing the enemy.
"What happened to avoiding roads at all costs and heading north safely?" Rose asked tentatively.
"Well,
things have changed. The enemy is in full retreat and father and
William are only a day or so ride from here. We can help them out
greatly if my plan works out," Abby reasoned.
"What's your idea to get the cannon?" asked Alec.
"I'll
know more tomorrow when we see how much progress they make with the
repairs. Until then we can't get too particular with the details," Abby
said. "Let's get some rest, tomorrow will be a long day."
They
ate a cold dinner and set a guard duty schedule, then Alec made a bed
of pine boughs for them and they made a snug nest with their thick
blankets. Abby slept fitfully like she always did before action, tossing
and turning until Alec finished his guard duty. When he returned to her
side, he enveloped her in his brawny arms and rocked her gently until
she finally nodded off to sleep.
The
couple spent the following day observing how many redcoats were heading
on foot south across the bridge and continuing down the road. The core
group of twenty soldiers stayed in place making repairs while the others
fled further south. By late afternoon the flow of southbound soldiers
had slowed to a trickle, almost convincing Abby that they were all that
remained north of the bridge, and the cannon left in the field now
numbered over two dozen.
As
evening approached, the men finally quit their labors and went to the
camp on the south side and ate dinner. When they finished, it was nearly
dark and they only had time to roll one ammunition wagon across the
newly repaired causeway before darkness fell completely. They left three
men on the north side to guard the cannon and remaining wagons, a
mistake Abby was more than willing to take advantage of. Abby pulled
Alec back a comfortable distance and outlined her plan.
"You and I go in about three in the morning and quietly kill the men guarding the cannon, then we
load a few of them with grapeshot and aim them across the bridge
towards the redcoat camp. I cross the bridge and drop my mini bombs on
their fires and hurry back to you and man the cannon. We'll blast any
survivors or anyone cocky enough to try to take the bridge. The girls
can help us reload the cannon if needed. They're good hands at that sort
of stuff."
"Damn it woman, you have balls of brass. What if they have a guard out in the camp?"
She patted her rapier at her side. "She's drank redcoat blood before, sweetheart. She can do it again," she smiled confidently.
"How about I handle the bombs and you man the cannon?"
"Not
gonna happen. You're too large and noisy to slip in the camp. No
offense, big man," she giggled. "Besides, there's no way I'd let you
risk yourself like that, I love you too much," she reasoned, and stuck
her little pink tongue out at him. He snatched her up and she squealed
in delight as he drew her close to him and kissed her deeply.
"How come I can never win an argument with you, Angel. You destroy me every time."
"Like Rose said, get used to it, Heavy!" she teased and returned his bruising kiss with one of her own. "Let's get crackin' and tell the girls what we're gonna do."
In
the wee hours the group sneaked in close to the three guards and
leaving June and Rose under cover, Alec and Abby slid in to do their
crouched behind a wagon and when his assigned target appeared, caught
him around the neck from behind. His huge shoulder and arm muscles
bunched together like a steel vice and silently squeezed the life from
the unfortunate man. Alec lowered him quietly to the ground and turned
to find Abby wiping her sword on a bloody sleeve.
"The
last one is sleeping against a wagon over there," she whispered while
pointing a few yards away. Just as she slid in close, he awoke and
scrambled to his feet, gaping up at her with bulging eyes. He filled his
lungs to shout when a big fist came from nowhere and crushed his face
to pulp with a single blow. He went down as if poleaxed, but Alec
followed up his blow with a second that broke the redcoat's orbital
sockets and drove bone fragments deep in his brain. The man died
instantly and without a single tremor to raise an alarm. Abby stared at
him in total awe.
"Holy Saint Jude, sweetheart. You hit like a ton of hammers!" she exclaimed in quiet amazement.
Abby
quickly retreated to the tree line and brought the girls out to assist
Alec with loading the cannon. The wagons held more than enough powder
and ball so the process was quick and straightforward. Abby waited until
four of them were charged then she grabbed her large bag of bombs that
were filled with horseshoe nails and stealthily moved across the bridge,
leaving her rifle behind while her companions watched and waited with
redcoat camp was a mere 20 yards from the bridge and three fires had
burned low to large piles of coals, and were surrounded by sleeping
redcoat soldiers. Abby couldn't understand why they even had fires with
the militia dogging them so closely, but she chalked it up to simple
fatigue. Every soldier they'd seen looked thin, haggard, overworked and
scared, including the repair crew that slumbered in front of her. She
stole into camp, watching and listening carefully for a guard but none
appeared. There was a lone man sitting at a tree trunk sleeping soundly
with his rifle across his knees, the only sentry on watch she figured
confidence, she moved in carefully and quietly pulled three bombs from
her bag, steeling herself to quietly place them on the coals and quickly
retreat. An odd wagon caught her eye several yards away at the edge of
camp. It was actually a coach that was nicely made and seemed somewhat
expensive. A man was sleeping next to it on a cot, the only one in camp
it appeared. She silently approached and looked down at him. His uniform
jacket was folded and laid on the ground at his side. She didn't know
British rank but she was quite sure he was an officer.
Normally,
she could've cared less and killed him without compunction but she
remembered how important prisoners seemed to be to Alec and she saw an
opponent to make him happy. She looked around and found a large rock,
then hefted it in her hand. It seemed heavy enough to do the job.
With
a final look around the quiet camp that yielded no sign of trouble, she
raised her rock and cracked him solidly on the temple. He gasped
slightly and made no further movement. Inwardly, she shrugged to
herself. Wait and see she figured. Without further thought, she quickly
and silently placed her bombs on the fires and ran for the bridge.
She flew into Alec's arms on the north side of the bridge and he held her tightly. "You scared the hell outta me, did everything go okay?"
Just
then a bomb blew up, scything horseshoe nails through the camp and
screams tore through the night air, seconds later the other two lit off
to join the cacophony. They watched in the glow of the explosions as men
ran around, on fire and screaming out their life's breath. Several men
tried to rally and raise their muskets to the north. Alec quickly
dragged Abby behind a cannon
and touched a taper to the flash hole. Thunder filled the night, and a
vicious load of grapeshot screamed across the bridge to cut the men down
in a spray of blood and gore.
They waited several minutes and saw no more movement from the enemy.
"Come
with me, I've got something for you," Abby urged Alec. He followed her
across the bridge, through the dead bodies of the enemy and to the
unconscious officer still laying on his cot.
"Holy shit, Abby, he's a Colonel!" Alec exclaimed.
"Looks like we wounded him," she deadpanned as she looked at his now bloody right leg. "Let's get outta here,
now!" she urged. Alec threw the man over his shoulder and together they
decamped and sprinted across the bridge, calling out to the girls to
avoid getting shot down. When they arrived, they tied the Colonel up
hand and foot then gagged him tightly, and threw him in a wagon for
need to reload as many cannon as possible and point them both north and
south, we may receive fire from either side," Alec ordered.
Frantically, the foursome did his bidding. By the time they finished,
dawn was breaking faintly in the eastern sky easing their anxiety
because now they could see if they were being encroached upon by the enemy. Alec was a tireless dervish of activity, he'd torn off his shirt and his muscular body streamed sweat as he manhandled cannon to his desired locations for their defense.
He
and Abby were betting that if they could hold the day, the cannon and
supplies would be theirs for certain. June and Rose recovered the horses
and supplies from the tree line and tethered them to wagons so they
couldn't bolt at the sound of cannon. They ate a meager breakfast and
discussed their plans. Abby hoped that the militia would press the
redcoats remaining north of the bridge into their envelope of fire and
they could kill them with grapeshot. The main issue was enemy action
from across the bridge as they may try to retake it, Alec reasoned.
Abby
started a small fire and made a welcome pot of coffee which raised
spirits immensely. Still full of energy, Alec found a shovel and dug
shallow fighting holes for them. Luckily the dirt was soft from being
tilled for tobacco and the digging was easy. He posted to the north and
June lay with him to assist him in anyway she could. Rose and Abby faced south to watch for any soldiers creeping into the destroyed enemy camp.
Just before lunch, Alec called out the group. "I've got redcoats to the north, maybe a dozen or so!"
Leaving Rose to fend to the south, Abby ran to Alec's side. The enemy were marching
down the road, shambling really as they looked over their shoulders
continuously in apparent fright. Suddenly, a shot rang out from the tree
line and a redcoat collapsed in the dirt. The entire group started
shouting and running south. Alec crouched behind a cannon and picked up it's tongue.
Bulging muscles realigned it carefully to his intended targets, and
with a final grunt of satisfaction, he touched a taper to the flash hole
and grapeshot sleeted through the soldiers. The blast obliterated the
enemy so effectively that even Alec was amazed, not a single man
remained on his feet.
"The militia must be here!" Abby exclaimed in excitement and hugged Alec happily.
"Alec!! Alec!" Rose screamed in a terrified voice.
He
spun around to see a mass of redcoats running across the bridge and he
sprinted to Rose's side. He grabbed up a burning taper and fired the
cannon that was guarding
the causeway. Nearly all the enemy fell screaming to the wooden planks
but a few remained and continued their attack. Alec fired his rifle
taking down a single man. Abby hit the ground at his side and her little
squirrel rifle barked out another death sentence. Rose had recovered
and she added her own contribution to the death count with a deadly
a hail of musket fire swept their position and June cried out in agony,
clapping a hand to her shoulder and screaming in pain.
"There's more
redcoats!" Abby cried out in consternation. There were 30 or more
pouring over the edge of the cliff, avoiding the bridge to assault
across the creek bottom. Alec frantically turned the elevation screw on
three cannon and depressed the muzzles so he could sweep the edge of the
embankment from which the attacking redcoats would soon emerge from.
Abby
ripped off her over shirt and desperately plugged the hole just above
June's collarbone that was weeping copious amounts of blood. A hail of
fire from the trees struck the redcoats that were clawing their way over
the embankment, coming dangerously close to the companions position and pinging off the barrel of the cannon that Alec was manning.
"Abby!
The militia needs to know who we are! They nearly hit us with that
volley!" Alec bellowed out as he fired a round of grape into the
emerging redcoats, scything a bloody swath through their ranks.
"Rose!
Take care of June!" Abby cried out while leaping to her feet and
scrambling atop a nearby cannon barrel. She ripped off her once white
shirt and held it high in the air. Her long blonde hair flew in the wind
and her firm breasts swung from her slim ribcage as she frantically
waved her flag, hoping to be recognized.
"Winston! Winston! We are Winston!!" She screamed over the cacophony of rifle fire and men's screams of agony.
A loud cry came from the tree line. "Winston! Winston has arrived! Have at the fucking redcoats!!"
Dozens
of plainly dressed militia men poured from the trees and assaulted
across the open ground to attack the enemy. Alec fired two more cannon
that sluiced death through redcoat numbers before charging forward to
meet the enemy hand to hand. A dozen or more were running towards him
from across the bridge and the man in the lead stopped momentarily to
throw up his musket and fire at Alec.
The
ball whizzed past Alec's head and he ducked slightly at the sound. A
piercing cry came from Rose and he turned his head in time to see sweet
Abby fall backwards off her perch on the cannon, her blonde head leaking
blood. Instantly, he knew the ball meant for him had taken down his
lover and a red haze of hate covered his vision. With an animal cry, launched himself at the redcoats in his path. Like
a whirling dervish he descended on them while ripping his sword from
his sheath. Chopping and slashing, he worked his way through the mass of
men without mercy. Because the bridge was so narrow only two redcoats
could attack him at the same time and in his rage he turned them to
huge redcoat confronted him and managed to sink a bayonet between the
bones in his left forearm and he cried out in agony, but he clenched his
fist tightly and tensed his muscles, ripping the hilt from the man's
hand. Alec chopped the man's head open from crown to chin and kicked his
lifeless body over the edge of the causeway.
A battle cry suddenly rang out behind him from burly male voices, "Winston! Winston!"
In
seconds he was surrounded by a mass of militia men and they surged past
him to wreak havoc among the enemy forces. He was left behind, panting
for air and covered in blood as the red rage slowly cleared from his
eyes. He painfully ripped the blade from his arm and threw it over the
bridge, then turned and ran as fast as he could to Abby's side. She was
unconscious and laying on her back while Rose was cutting the hem from
her shirt to use for a bandage. Alec assisted her and together got the
head wound to stop bleeding. His heart broke as he took in the sight of
his fallen sweetheart. Her blonde hair was matted with blood and a
trickle of red ran from the corner of her mouth. Her bare breasts were
running with sweat and caked with dirt. As he knelt before her he knew
he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
He
gathered her in his strong arms and held her close to his chest as
tears poured from his eyes and he begged God for her life. Rose returned
to June and helped her to Alec's side, where they huddled together
until the militia cleaned up the remaining redcoat soldiers and secured
the area. Abby stirred and looked up at her friends.
"What happened? Are we safe?"
Alec
kissed her gently and reassured her all was well, then thanked God for
his mercy. Against his protestations, she staggered to her feet and
looked around in amazement at the scene before her.
"We did it, we kicked their asses halfway to next Sunday!" she exulted.
She
noticed the militia men were standing stunned and gawking at her in
total awe. She glanced down to see she was still half naked and blushed
like a virgin. To them she looked like a bloody, conquering Valkyrie, a
sight they'd never forget for all their years.
"Shit," she muttered, "Where's my shirt?"
Rose
handed her the now shortened garment and Abby took it thankfully. She'd
ripped off all the buttons when she'd torn it from her body to signal
the militia, so she tied the tails tightly under her firm tits and made
the best of a bad situation. Alec was breathing easier now that she had
recovered from her wound so well and he let out a huge sigh of relief.
Abby
looked at poor June who was curled up on the ground, still clenching
her teeth in pain from her bullet wound. Abby went her mare and
retrieved her bottle of laudanum and gave June a healthy swig. In
minutes her pain was swept away and she nodded off in Rose's arms. She
noticed Alec's wound and examined it but there was nothing she could do
other than bind it up for him. She insisted he take a shot of laudanum
as well, and he too was nearly as pain free as June in just a few
minutes.
"Mistress Durham?" A man who appeared to be the militia leader approached her with his cap in his hand.
"Yes sir?"
"Will
you allow me to escort you and your companions to the Blenheim
Plantation? Your father will be most pleased to see you, I'd reckon."
Abby
could hardly believe his words. Her father was so close after all this
time and it just didn't seem possible after all they'd been through.
"Yes, please. We'd be most obliged if you would."
"We can take you in the coach we've captured if you like, Mistress. It'd be most comfortable."
"Thank you, sir, but we'll ride together or not at all," she said firmly.
"As you wish, allow us to help you all mount up at the least."
"It would be appreciated, kind sir. And the pack horses stay at our side, understand? Also, we have a redcoat Colonel as a prisoner, make sure he comes with us."
He
knuckled his thick brow, "Yes, Ma'am, as you say. It's only a couple
miles away and we should be there in no time. Shall I send a messenger
ahead to your father?"
"No,
thank you, that's quite alright. I'd rather the man spend his time
taking plunder from these damnable dead redcoats, wouldn't you?" she
asked with a smile and a sly wink that made the man's day.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'd say so," he chuckled.
Alec
held June in front of him on his stallion and supported her while Abby
and Rose rode their own mounts with the pack horses in tow. They made
quite a sight as they proceeded up the lane to the big house surrounded
by the small company of militia that had saved their lives. Somehow the
plantation been untouched by the war and Abby was struck by how idyllic
it was compared the battleground just a couple miles away. Slave cabins
lined the lanes and curious people came out to watch them ride by,
mostly women and children, she noticed. A few whispers grew to excited
talking and finally shouts of joy as the folks realized their leader's
daughter was alive and in their midst. The companions had no idea how
famous they were and the word traveled fast.
Cries of "Winston! Winston!"
rang out over the large front yard as they approached the big house and
suddenly the front door flew open and two men ran outside into the
brilliant sunshine. Rose kicked her horse to a gallop, bursting through
the crowd to fling herself in William's arms.
"William, my sweet William!" she cried in happiness.
Abby stopped and dismounted as George ran pell-mell to meet her.
"Father!" she cried in a weak voice and collapsed in his strong arms.
"Abby, my sweet, sweet Abby!" he sobbed in joy.
They hugged for long moments, then Abby pulled back to look in his eyes.
"I've brought your family home, Papa. Safe, but not quite sound."
She gestured at Alec who held a bloody semi-conscious June in his arms.
"June!"
he cried, and immediately went to Alec who lowered her into George's
tender embrace. She awoke momentarily to see her lover looking at her in
Master. I love you so. I hope I'm not dreaming," she muttered, then her
eyes rolled back and she fainted dead away in his arms.
"Get
the doctor! See to my people immediately!" George ordered in a frantic
voice. He held her close and lowered her to the ground until the doctor
ran from the house. He assigned two militia men to carry her inside, then turned back to Abby.
Abby
put an arm around his waist. "She'll be fine I think, Papa. I might've
gave her a touch too much laudanum. She was hurting badly."
"What about you, sweet daughter. Do you hurt terribly? Shall we get you inside and have the doctor look at you?"
"Soon, Papa. But first I want you to meet Alec. He's been through hell with us for months now."
Alec slid down from his mount and shook George's hand while staring him right in the eye.
"I'm honored to meet you at last, sir. Abby has told me much about you. All good I can assure you."
Abby slid an arm around Alec's waist and kissed his bare shoulder.
"Yes,
Papa," she answered the question in her father's eyes, "He's mine and
I'm his. I trust you'll get along because where he goes, I go."
George
eyed Alec's tall, thick, hairy torso that was matted with blood and
sweat. Along with his long wavy hair and exceptional height, he was the
epitome of rugged manhood. He watched as Abby looked up at her man with a
deep love in her eyes, and it reminded him of how her mother used to
look at him when she was still alive.
He
heaved a big sigh and his eyes again filled with tears. He'd lost his
daughter to another man so soon and it broke his heart, but gladdened it
at the same time because she was so obviously happy.
Even bloody, bruised and nearly half naked, she glowed with the power of her love for Alec. She was absolutely radiant.
Breaking into his thoughts, William showed up and swept Abby into his arms and she cried with joy.
"Oh, William. Rose must be so happy to have you back. You look wonderful!"
"Dear Abby, we can hardly believe you've made it to us! We've so much to talk about!"
"George,
I need a favor. Can you please secure everything on our horses in the
house please? Especially the wooden chests," Abby asked.
"Of course, my dear. Anything we can do to help."
"I need to go see June," George said in concern. "I'll be with her if you need me. Now, everyone inside. My
people will get you cleaned up and fed, then over the next few days you
can tell us all about your adventures." He ordered firmly, then looked Alec square in the eyes. "And you, young man, can tell me of your intentions with my daughter."
To be continued in part 7, by Seethegood for Literotica.
