Daughter of the Revolution: Part 1
Abby prepares for war.
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Chapter 1
ringing steel echoed through the barn along with the gasping of two people
laboring for breath. Abigail Durham and her father George sparred with their
practice swords, sweating and panting as they danced and dodged each others
thrusts. George cried out in surprise when his 18 year old daughter parried his
stroke and tapped his forearm with her blade.
finally marked you, Father!" she cried in victory and he smiled at her
sheepishly. He was so proud of his beautiful prot g e. Abby was his only child
and she was the light of his life. Her mother had died three years ago of
consumption and he still mourned her daily. Abby had always been a sort of
tomboy and eagerly took to learning marksmanship as well as swordsmanship, of
which she excelled like no other person he knew except himself. An exceedingly
rare thing in the late 1700's for a woman to be interested in to be sure, but
he paid it no mind. Since she could walk he'd taken her on hunts with him,
along with long trips on the road to visit cities scattered through the colony
of Virginia as he conducted his business of growing and marketing tobacco.
Revolutionary War was closing in on them rapidly and being a man of action and
quite well educated, he predicted a long and bloody road in their future. Since
his wife had died he'd poured his heart and soul into preparing for the rough
days ahead. With Abby's assistance he'd scouted out several small limestone
caves within several miles of their plantation and staged provisions in case
they were forced to abandon their home and hearth, in Blenheim, which was the
heart of central Virginia. The Monticello plantation of Thomas Jefferson was
just a day s ride to the east, But Jefferson had fled to Paris to serve as the
U S Ambassador and seek help from the French to assist the Continental Army.
their treasured items was gunpowder, bullets for their firearms, and foodstuffs
such as beans, rice, and smoke preserved meats. They also had clothing,
bedding, and various tools they may need for the future scattered throughout their
various caches. He'd even gone so far as to draw up detailed maps and demanded
Abby commit the locations to memory.
wife had died, his brother William had moved in with them to help out with the
plantation. George saw it as a gift because William's wife, Rose, was quite a
bit younger than him and closer to Abby's age than his own. In fact she'd been
21 years old to Abby's 15 at the time. She was quite instrumental in raising
Abby into a promising young lady over the last three years. As a result, Abby
could be right at home with the highest of the local society, not giving the
least impression that she could outshoot and out sword fight any man she might
far off cannon fire seemed to draw closer every day, increasing George's
anxiety for the safety of his family and his beloved workers who labored in his
fields. He had learned a great deal of compassion from his wife and as a result
treated his slaves far better than most owners. His plantation home was small and
modest by the day's standards, simply because he chose to invest in decent
housing for his slaves. In fact, the slave cabins were nicer by far than most
white folk's homes in the area, garnering some jealousy to say the least. The
title "Master" was forbidden to be spoken. He was simply "Mister
Durham" to his workers while Abby was referred to as "Missy" and
she was beloved by them all.
another round?" Abby asked happily, pleased that she'd scored a hit on her
to dear, but I think I it's nearly dinner time. Go get cleaned up and we'll
meet in the dining room."
Papa." She kissed him sweetly on his cheek and set off for the house while
he watched her departing figure with a worried frown. He wasn't normally a man
to harp on his feelings, but deep in his gut he knew bad things were on the not
so distant horizon. When Abby reached the house, her quadroon maid, June, had a
tub of hot water ready for her.
been fighting with your Pappy again?" June asked teasingly.
were sparring a bit and I scored a hit on him, my first one!" Abby said
excitedly. June clapped her hands joyfully.
done, Missy! I'm sure your Pappy is mighty proud of you. Now strip down little
lady and let me scrub you up nice and clean."
Abby complied, dropping her trousers and blouse into a heap while June shook
never know why your Pappy lets you dress like that. You should be all dolled up
in a pretty dress and making eyes at the local boys out there!" June said
in a stern voice, but Abby saw a twinkle in her gaze and she smiled
ride, shoot, and sword fight with a dress on June, you know that, silly
herself in the tub, hissing as the hot water burned her little butt cheeks.
June watched with a critical eye. Her little ward was growing up quickly. Long
wavy blonde hair topped her fine head and flowed down over her pale shoulders
nearly to her waist. Her bottom had filled out and her once small breasts were
now large and firm, her tight nipples pointed proudly skyward from her small
ribcage. She was nearly five foot four inches tall and weighed about 105 pounds
soaking wet. Thanks to her relatively new friend, Rose, she'd taken to shaving
her legs and armpits, an up and coming trend among ladies and one her father
heartily agreed with. He was a firm believer in a lady being a lady, especially
when in public. His wife had been a beautiful woman whom he'd been proud to
show off on his arm for many years.
bathed and shaved her with accomplished ease. She took care of Rose as well
most evenings, never telling Abby that Rose kept her pubic area shaved clean
for her husband. Some things must be kept private, June figured to herself.
the men retired to the parlor and asked the girls to join them, which was
entirely out of character Abby thought with surprise. Speaking in an
authoritative tone, George addressed them.
coming to us all, I hate to say. The British are on their way through here and
there's little we can do. Hopefully some local militias can turn the tide but I
doubt it. William and I have spoken at length about it and have come to a
decision. We will stand and fight when the time comes. We'll lose the slaves
whenever they desire. They can leave now if they like."
punctuating his sentence, a roll of cannon fire sounded in the distance.
speak but her father raised his hand to silence her.
will be no discussion. Abby and Rose, you two will head for the forests when I
command, use our caches and caves to subsist until things improve for the
better. I believe our side will win in time, but short term it will be a
herself in his arms and tried protesting but he would have none of it. It broke
his heart to treat her so but he knew it must be done.
Rose onto his lap and comforted her as she sobbed on his shoulder. George
starting tomorrow you'll be ready to evacuate at a moment's notice. Keep your
squirrel rifle handy and your horse in the small barn near the tree line. You
years ago, the brothers had Kentucky rifles made for the girls. They were in 32
caliber and shortened both at the stock and barrel so they could handle them
more adroitly. Rose was a decent shot while Abby was absolutely deadly with
hers out to nearly 300 yards. Rose had hunted a bit with hers but never really
enjoyed it. Abby had harvested several deer and turkey and had no qualms about
filling the larder with fresh meat.
continued instructing his family for nearly an hour, preparing them for the
worst. Finally, he sent them off to bed while he and William had another drink
and smoked their pipes in the light of the oil lamps.
night a particularly loud boom of cannon fire awoke Abby and she noticed a
faint glow in the night sky coming through her window. She wrapped herself in
her night robe and sneaked down the hallway so she could watch from the porch.
A faint cry robbed her attention and she listened attentively. It seemed to be
coming from William and Rose's room. She tiptoed to their door and noticed it
was open a crack. She peered in, and in the faint light of a guttering candle
witnessed a sight like she'd never seen or heard of.
Rose were both naked atop the bed covers and his face was buried between Rose's
thighs. Her hands were twisted in his hair and she was moaning in what sounded
like pain. Abby was immediately concerned for Rose, what was he doing to her!
She was ready to rush to her defense until she heard Rose cry out his name in
Willy! Just there, please don't stop!"
eyed in amazement. Her breath hitched and she gasped aloud at her first sight
of a cock. She quickly covered her mouth, afraid the couple had heard her.
Apparently not, because they kept on with their lovemaking. He looked
intimidating down there, yet Rose seemed to enjoy what he was doing! She clasped
her hands under his bottom and urged him deeper with contented sighs.
beside herself and was feeling some decidedly different emotions. She'd thought
about sex of course but had always been so busy playing at tomboy that she'd
never really dwelled on it much. Contributing to that was probably the lack of
men her age on the plantation, other than slaves of course, and they held no
interest to her other than as good friends. William drew her attention when he
spoke to Rose in a strained voice.
you like me to spend myself, dear?"
taste you tonight, honey!" she managed to gasp out.
attentively. A loud gasp came from the doorway. Abby couldn't believe what she
was seeing and hearing. Rose was moaning to another satisfying orgasm.
was near, Abby quietly slipped back to her room and burrowed under her covers,
her mind awash with the exciting scene she'd just witnessed. It took many hours
before her fevered mind allowed her to fall asleep.
Abby took Rose aside and asked her a few questions about sex, which aroused her
pretty sure I heard you outside our door last night, that's true isn't
it?" Rose asked her with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.
was me," Abby answered guiltily. "I heard you when I was up and just
had to see what you were doing."
I thought Uncle William was hurting you! Then I heard you call his name and cup
his head in your hands and I knew you were okay."
was fine. It feels wonderful."
shiver run up her back at the thought of a man doing such a naughty thing to
her. She couldn't imagine! In the past Rose had tried to instruct her on
matters pertaining to procreation but she'd shown little interest until now.
Hearing about it in dry terms was somewhat boring, seeing it in action was
another thing entirely, she thought to herself.
taste good? Did you like it?" she asked in curiosity.
because I asked him to. It tasted a little salty usually, and I did like it.
It's the seed that makes little babies and if it's near the time of the month I
may get pregnant, I have him shoot in my mouth or on my breasts. He absolutely
lips thoughtfully, "Do you think I'm pretty enough for a man to want me
honey. You're absolutely beautiful! Any man would be proud to have you. When we
dress up and go to parties or the Christmas ball, haven't you noticed the young
gentlemen fawning over you?"
so, over the last couple years they're always looking at my chest, it's rather
irritating when they speak to my bosom."
delight. "That's what men do when they want you. You have no idea how
gorgeous you really are, dear Abby. There's not a man alive who wouldn't roll
Rose, shame on you!" Abby laughed, but inside she felt the same shivery
sensation she'd experienced last night and a hint of moisture dampened her
thighs. Suddenly, a bold idea struck her. She took pride in excelling at
everything that interested her, why not sex as well?
help me get ready to be with a man, just in case it ever happens? I don't want
to be caught unawares. Please teach me everything you know."
happy to, just don't tell the men, we'd get in so much trouble!" Rose
laughed gaily. "Let's talk about it while we move our horses to the barn
like your father instructed."
so Abby went searching for her father. She found him in the workshop toiling
diligently. He was packing large flower pots with blackpowder and horseshoe
nails, sealing them tightly with hot wax then replacing the flowers and soil
atop the explosive. He explained that he planned to set them next to the
benches that lined the drive near the shade trees. The slaves used them to
relax on when they took breaks from working the tobacco fields. When the
redcoats came he hoped to detonate them and cause as many casualties as
possible. Abby gazed at her father in a new light and he noticed her expression
when she realized the deviousness of his plan.
what we must, Abby. They'd rather kill us than keep us as prisoners and use up
their valuable supplies. I plan to return the favor. The bloodier we make it
for them the sooner they'll return to their country." She nodded in
fight with you, Father, please let me!" she begged. He looked at her
closely. He knew she would be a huge asset but he couldn't bear losing her.
Against his better judgement he chose to take a calculated risk.
you stay and fight until I order you to leave. At that moment, you obey me
immediately and without question. Do you understand me?" he said in his
Papa!" She flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. He was glad she
couldn't see the tears gathering in his eyes.
setting up our trap today, honey. Go get Rose and you two can help me
targets where each of the flower pots would be and had Abby go to the upper
story of the house and fire down on them until she was comfortable with the
range. The targets started at 300 yards out and were staged at the sitting
benches up to 100 yards from the front porch. She used both hers and Rose's
rifles, firing as fast as Rose could reload which took her as long as 45
seconds. When George was satisfied, he installed his flower pots at the
benches, then he filled buckets with caltrops he'd had the local blacksmith
make. When the British troops arrival was imminent, he'd scatter them on the
road between his home and the ambush site, in order to slow any troops that
leaked through, thereby allowing the people in the house more time to rain fire
after dinner he took Abby to the work shop and he presented her with a gift. It
was a rapier that was shorter and lighter than most, essentially made for a
small man or woman. Her hand fit the grip wonderfully and the cupped hilt would
protect her hand from a counter slash. Abby was beside herself with joy! The leather
scabbard she drew it from had gold fasteners and a wide belt that fit her lithe
now," he cautioned. "It's razor sharp and will kill a man in an
instant. It has blood grooves on each side to break the suction of a man's flesh
so you can remove it easier. Stab, twist, and pull, like so!" With a
flourish he drew his own sword, mimicking his instructions. She clapped her
hands and drew him into a thankful hug.
you're the best ever!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
some rest, honey. Tomorrow will be another long day." he said quietly.
Abby discovers
sex for the first time.
Chapter 2
after dinner, Rose pulled Abby aside. "Would you like some training in the
subject we talked of earlier?" she asked with a wicked smile.
instantly on board. "Yes I would! What did you have in mind?"
visit June. I believe she can get you started out right." Puzzled, Abby
followed Rose as she led them to her room where June was adding scented oil to
two big tubs filled with hot water. At her urging both women disrobed and she
bathed them both clean, including washing their long tresses. Rose was a thin
brunette and stood a touch taller than Abby at 5 foot six, weighing in at about
the same weight of 105 pounds. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Abby's but
were strikingly firm and her pink nipples seemed to be perpetually hard. Abby
gasped when she saw the lack of pubic hair on Rose's smooth pussy. Rose noticed
why June is here, to shave you like I am. It feels wonderful!" Abby's eyes
widened in amazement. She could see every nook and cranny between Rose's thighs
as she bent over to towel herself dry.
Missy. Sit on the stool here and I'll show you how it's done," June said
softly. She lathered Abby up and with several practiced strokes shaved her
smooth as a peach. Abby stroked her newly shorn
pussy and giggled.
so slick and smooth, I like it!"
til a man gets in there and diddles you, Missy. It feels wonderful," June
said with a faraway look in her brown eyes.
still on for tonight, June?" Rose asked with a mischievous smile.
hope so," she answered and returned the smile. "Give me an hour or
there, thanks so much!" a still naked Rose answered, and gave June a big
hug and a kiss. The quadroon girl blushed fiercely at the contact and dipped
her eyes submissively. "Yes, Ma'am. I'd do anything for you."
that, you're so sweet, June." Rose said gently.
we going?" Abby wanted to know.
surprise," Rose answered. "Now put your dress on, no undergarments
and wear your softest shoes. We'll sneak outside soon. I'll go talk to our men
and get them settled in the parlor."
in the sitting room caused a bit of a stir. The men were just heading for the
parlor when she approached them, flushed from her hot bath and her breasts
swinging loosely under her bodice. George couldn't help but notice how sexy she
looked while William looked like the cat that got the canary. He knew he was
getting some action tonight for sure. She herded them into their seats and
fetched them stiff drinks along with their pipes. She loved flirting with the
men, but never did it with George when his daughter was around. Abby had no
idea of her father's proclivities and Rose hoped to keep it that way. He had a
rampant sex drive that only a select few people knew about.
husband's lap and slyly tugged her neckline down until a pink nipple was just
peeping out. She heard George suck in his breath when it emerged to meet his
gaze. She kissed William deeply and squirmed in his lap until his hips began
grinding up to meet hers.
disengaged and tucked her nipple away with a sly wink at George who was busy
trying to hide the thick bulge at his crotch.
leave you two alone now. Please enjoy your drinks. I'll see you later,
husband," she said throatily. As she walked away she heard George speak in
a rough voice. "My word, man. How do you keep up with that filly. She's
exquisite!" She felt her loins
