Abby and Rose do battle. Three slave girls give pleasure.

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Chapter 12

It

was nearly 2:00 am when a pounding at the front door and frenzied

shouting woke the house. George was first to the door and threw it open

to admit a sweat drenched messenger. He was nearly inarticulate but

managed to convey that the bridge Abby and her companions had secured

was under heavy attack by redcoats from the south. George ordered the

man to grab a couple of slaves and ready their mounts for immediate

departure. While the men hurriedly dressed, the sound of cannon fire

reached their ears, hastening their efforts to make good speed.

Nathan and James insisted on responding as well and soon all the men departed for the battle, well armed with rifles and sabers. The girls all huddled in the parlor to discuss their predicament.

"What

should we do, Abby? Stay here and wait for wounded to arrive?" asked

June calmly. Abby was pleased with her friend, she'd come such a long

way from being a scared slave girl to become a dependable woman that

handled stress quite well.

"You

and Maddy stay here with the doctor and prepare for the wounded.

Collect all the women you need from the cabins and do all you can to get

ready for them. Rose, you and I are going for a ride. I can't sit here

and do nothing. Are you game?"

Rose didn't hesitate a second. "You're damn right I'll go. I hate the idea of our men out there in harms way and us doing nothing about it."

"Let's

get dressed and head out. June, good luck, we'll be back when we can."

Abby went to her and gave her a tight hug and a quick kiss before going

to her room to dress.

On

the way to the stables, Abby slipped into her father's office and

picked up a spyglass she'd noticed there earlier, hoping it might come

in handy. She also grabbed her and Rose's squirrel rifles along with her

rapier. Together, they swiftly saddled their mounts and headed down the

road to the bridge. Luckily, there was a full moon that lit their way

and they could navigate quite easily. The two were a hundred yards or so

away from the bridge when a cannonball went bouncing and rolling past

them with enough momentum to cause serious damage or certain death if it

hit a person.

"Damn it, that was kinda close," Rose commented with an adventurous smile.

"I

guess so. Let's sneak up behind the troops and see what's happening,"

Abby answered. She felt a surge of adrenaline and grinned back at Rose. "Just like old times!" she exclaimed happily.

Up

ahead the girls saw the shapes of men at the bridge abutment. Abby's

immediate concern was being recognized by the militia men and not

getting shot.

"Winston! Winston!" She called out loudly.

"Come on in, Mistress Abigail!" a man shouted. "We see you!"

The girls approached the men and Abby asked how the battle was going.

"Pretty

rough," the senior man said. "Most of our cannon are exposed as well as

a few of theirs. However, they have two or three that are dug in deep

on the far hillside and we're having hell trying to take them out.

They're picking us off willy nilly and we're taking too many casualties."

"Where are the General and my men at?"

"They're

in the thick of it, of course, with our cannon on the front. They're

trying to take out the British guns but haven't had any luck so far.

Your man is on the west side of our line directing fire and trying to

sweep the enemies flank with mounted troops. It'll be easier for us when

the sun rises but until then we're mostly shooting at muzzle flashes in

the tree line. They can see us better because we're mostly stuck in

this open field protecting the bridgehead."

Abby nodded in understanding and nudged her mount forward.

"Mistress,

perhaps you should stay here and go no further. We have orders that no

one other than militia cross the bridge," the man said nervously.

"On whose orders?" Rose asked.

"The General's, Mistress. He was most explicit."

Abby's

horse fidgeted as she was deciding whether to obey the man or not. He

thought she was ignoring him and he cried out almost in despair.

"Please, Mistress! Don't go! I'd be in horrible trouble if you crossed."

She wanted nothing more than to join her men but knew it was impossible for her to do. She couldn't ignore the man's well being, while not being sure of how strict his punishment may be when Nathan found out his indiscretion.

"Very well. We'll return to the house and wait until the battle is over. We can't do much anyway to affect the outcome. Good luck, Sir."

"Abigail, what are we up to? You never give in easily," Rose asked quietly as they slipped back down the road.

Abby

gave her a mischievous smile. "Damn right we aren't giving in. I want

to head east and turn their flank. If you remember from when we arrived,

we can cross the creek bed with our horses a couple miles from here, then we'll

sneak into the trees where those cannon are dug in and see what we can

do. I'm betting the majority of redcoats are on the battlefield and

there's just a skeleton crew on the big guns. We need to get crackin' though because daylight is coming."

It

took them nearly three hours to stealthily flank the redcoats and sneak

in behind the easternmost cannon. They tied the horses to trees and

quietly slid in the last 50 yards where there were three soldiers

loading and firing the cannon down on the militia. She told Rose her

plan and together they pulled it off splendidly. When the soldier firing

the cannon touched the flash hole with his taper, the girls timed their

shots perfectly with the detonation of the cannon and two redcoats went

down. The third was left standing in surprise wondering what had

happened. He crouched low and peered over his escarpment looking for

militia men to his front as a source of the gunfire that killed his

compatriots. Abby quickly reloaded and waited until she heard the next

cannon to the west fire, then she emptied the man's skull with a

brilliant shot to the brainpan.

Satisfied,

the two brave women moved on to the next cannon. The plan went like

clockwork at first and they handily killed the first two, but the third

man had his wits about him. When his companions tipped over dead, he

spun around and seeing the blackpowder smoke

from the girl's rifles, charged them immediately. He pulled a pistol

from his waist belt and fired at Rose, narrowly missing her head and she

ducked involuntarily as the bullet cracked by her ear. Abby bravely met

him with her rapier drawn and he pulled his saber just before they

clashed. He was a large man and the momentum of his charge bowled her

over as she parried his blow.

She

was struck nearly senseless and she struggled to rise, knowing she was

too slow and sure death was coming. Suddenly, the man let out a cry of

agony and Abby looked up in a daze to see Rose fastened to his back with

her teeth buried in his neck, growling like a lioness. The man was a

seasoned fighter and he threw himself backwards, crushing Rose between

his broad back and the unyielding ground. The breath flew from her body

with a loud grunt and she lost her grip on the redcoat. He scrambled to

his knees just in time to receive Abby's dagger under his chin, the

blade puncturing his upper palate and driving deep in his brain. He

stiffened up like an oak tree and slowly tipped over on the ground, his

heels beating a tattoo on the forest floor as his body spasmed and

rattled out a death groan.

Abby

ripped her dagger out and slashed his throat open for good measure,

then knelt beside Rose who was on her hands and knees gasping for

breath.

"Sweetheart, are you  okay?" Abby cried in consternation. Rose whooped for breath a few more times and finally nodded her head.

"I think so, that fucker knocked me for a loop," she gasped out.

"Me

too, the redcoat son of a bitch," Abby agreed shakily, she was still

collecting herself from the man knocking her ass over teakettle. "I

should know by now to shoot the biggest, meanest bastard before the

little scrawny ones," she wisecracked with a rueful smile. The girls

hugged tightly, then Rose kissed Abby softly on the lips and said, "I

sure love you honey, thanks for coming to my rescue."

"And I love you, sweetheart. We'd better tidy up that last cannon before they kill more of our men."

Thankfully, the final cannon was manned by only two redcoats who were fixated on putting cannonballs downrange. It was a simple task to head shoot them both with well placed shots

from their squirrel rifles. Rose recovered their horses while Abby

pulled out her spyglass and perused the ongoing battle below them. Their

vantage point was facing north and about a hundred feet in elevation

higher than the razed tobacco field in front of them.

Abby

spotted George, William, and the General along with Major Moore and

they were literally fighting for their lives. Somehow they'd become

separated from the main body of militia men and were slowly being pushed

back to the steep creek bank by the redcoats.

Abby caught her breath in consternation, then sprang

into action. "Rose, help me load the cannon, quickly now! Our men are

in trouble!" Frantically, they rammed home powder and shot, then Abby

dialed in the elevation on the rear screw until she was satisfied, then

she grabbed the long pole used to lever the tongue of the carriage for windage. She did her absolute best to align the barrel with her intended targets, then put her spyglass to her eye.

"Go

ahead, Rose!" she called out. There was a mighty blast and she watched

the ball sail just behind the redcoats and plow into the ground throwing

up a giant cloud of dust and dirt. What she thought was an officer spun

about and furiously waved his hands in her direction. Apparently, he

thought his men had fired a short round and he was berating them

angrily. Abby chuckled grimly and together the two women reloaded as

fast as they could. Abby raised the muzzle a touch and waited patiently

until the men bunched up as their officer shouted orders over the din of

battle, pointing here and there as he plotted how to finish off the

militia men.

She

took a last look through the glass at her father and his companions.

They were laying prone in a small depression and shooting as fast as

possible at the redcoats. Nathan turned his head and she saw his lips

moving as he barked out an order. The men pulled their sabers and laid

them at hand for their last ditch defense. She looked down her line of

fire and hoped the ball wouldn't carry to far and hurt her men.

"That's

the best I can do, Rose. The redcoats look like they're getting ready

to charge our boys. Say a prayer and let 'em have it!" The concussion of

the shot fluttered her blonde hair about her face but she didn't flinch

at the sound. She watched the ball rip downrange and tear through the

soldiers, arms and legs pinwheeled through

the air along with a faint, pink mist. At least half of the men went

down and the rest went to ground, perhaps a half dozen or so. The

officer screamed and shouted, urging the men to get up and charge ahead.

They slowly began to gather themselves and assault towards the trapped

men.

"The horses, Rose! We

need to ride down and help! Let's go!" Abby cried. They hurriedly

jumped in their saddles and Abby led the way at a dead run down the hill

and across the smoking field of battle. She was fixated on the soldiers

that were now running towards their intended targets and she spurred

her mount viciously. The girls gained on the redcoats rapidly and Abby

called out to Rose. "Trample them down, Rose! Run right through them!"

Through the haze of battle she heard her father bellowing frantic orders. "Cease fire! Cease fire! Friendlies coming in!" Less

than a handful of seconds later she smashed into the running line of

redcoats. She tried to hold her horse steady but his legs tangled in

redcoat bodies and he went down with a neigh of terror, tossing Abby

high in the air. While airborne she heard Rose's horse connect with

enemy bodies and her high voice yelling in anger. Abby plowed into the

ground on her left side and slide to a painful halt, her shirt ripped

halfway off her body.

She

dimly heard George shouting for the men to charge as she staggered to

her feet. Two redcoats were left upright and one of them was almost on

her, his bayonet poised to impale her. She swiftly drew her rapier, but

as she cleared the scabbard the man's head snapped sideways and his

brains scattered over the smoking field. Rose had put him down with a well placed shot.

The second man whom appeared to be the officer stood alone, the last

among his men to be standing. He drew his saber and advanced towards the

charging men, determined to die bravely.

Abby

knew from his familiarity with his steel and the confidence in his

stride that he would be a formidable opponent. She ran to confront him

and heard the militia men calling out to her in dismay. Ignoring them,

she addressed the officer with her sword and he was startled beyond

words. One moment he was fighting militia men, the next he was braced by

a beautiful blonde with nearly naked breasts and dazzling blue eyes,

along with a razor sharp rapier.

Thinking

she was merely an impediment, he casually swung at her with his saber,

thinking she was an easy win. She turned his blow with a strong wrist

and her riposte lanced his cheek wide open, so wide she saw the white of

his teeth appear before being covered in a sheet of bright red blood.

He cried out in surprise and she watched his eyes harden instantly. He

came at her with purpose and suddenly she was in the fight of her life.

The

man was good, as good as her father and possibly better, she thought.

She watched his eyes carefully as they danced with death and she parried

his blows numerous times in just a few moments. George and his

companions arrived, panting for breath and in awe of the sight before

them. Little Abby was holding her own! Suddenly, he made a lightning

quick thrust and stabbed her deep in the thigh just above her knee, she

tripped, then went down, and with a long stride, the redcoat

pounced. She deftly rolled into him and between his outstretched legs.

The men saw a flash in her left hand as her dagger took the officer in

the groin and his femoral artery was parted in an instant.

He

cried out in agony and collapsed on the ground, pouring blood like a

fountain. Abby swiftly stood up and kicked his saber from his grip, then

straddled his body. "You shoulda stayed

home, redcoat," she said calmly. "You've been killed by a simple farm

girl." General Greene cried out loudly trying to stop her when he saw

her intentions, but he was too late. Her blade slid in the redcoat's

throat and out the back of his neck to bury itself in the ground. The

officer squirmed and whined pitifully as his life leaked into the dirt,

Abby holding his eyes locked with hers until he died horribly, choking

on his own blood.

She

whipped her rapier free and then kicked him in the head using her good

leg. "Cocksucker," she cursed. "If you wanna try to kill my men you

better bring a tougher army."

"Abigail! Enough!" George said sternly.

"Mind your own, father! He was trying to kill you and William!" she cried out in anger.

"She

saved your life, George. Damn it, man. Take it easy," Nathan commanded.

Suddenly, a shot cracked overhead and they all hugged the dirt. A

number of redcoats remained on the field advancing from the west and

they began to pour heavy musket fire on the companions. From the far

side of the treeline a cannon roared

and grapeshot scythed through the troops, killing several and hastening

their assault against George and his people. Another round of grapeshot

ripped through them and before their bodies hit the ground a battle cry

was heard from the trees. "Winston! Winston!"

Alec

led the charge of shouting, mounted militia men and they swept across

the field, taking down the last few remaining redcoats. They killed

every last one with a bloody vengeance.

Alec galloped up and dismounted at a dead run, then caught Abby up in a tight hug as she crumpled to the ground, grasping her bleeding leg in pain. "Oh Abby! What were you thinking? My sweet, crazy girl!"

"It

looked like you all needed a little help, so we decided to lend a

hand," she said weakly as she struggled to catch her breath in his

strong arms.

"Yep,

we just meandered up that hill over there and took three cannon, then

decided to mosey on down here and save a few lives," Rose deadpanned,

just before William swept her off her feet and kissed her until she was

gasping for air.

"I've

never seen the like," Nathan said humbly. "You ladies are truly brave

beyond words. Thank you both for saving us today. Without you we'd have

been pushed over the creek bank and shot down like rats in the bottoms,

if we'd survived the fall."

"Oh, Uncle Nathan. You

exaggerate a bit, I think," Abby said gently. She struggled to her feet

and kissed his cheek fondly. "I hope this means you'll stay another

night with us? I think you and the Major need some rest after today,"

she coaxed, then threw James a conspiratorial wink, whom smiled and his heart melted a little more with his feelings for her.

"I agree, General. We and our men could certainly use some rest, and maybe get our wounds looked at." James said solemnly.

"Who's wounded, Major, other than our dear Abby?"

"Well, a few local militia men are dead, there's several wounded, and apparently you have a hole in your left calf, sir."

"What?

The hell you say. I never felt a thing," Nathan said in surprise while

looking down at his blood soaked pants leg. "Well shit!"

Abby's horse was down and neighing in pain from a broken foreleg so Alec dispatched it with a merciful shot from his pistol, then lifted

Abby to sit in front of him on his mount. The companions set off for

the plantation leaving the surviving militia men to mop up and plunder

the bodies. Alec held Abby close to his chest and when they were nearly

home she started to shake uncontrollably. The adrenaline dump and her

loss of blood was putting

her into shock. When they arrived at the big house, he immediately

carried her inside to where June was assisting the doctor caring for the

wounded.

"Oh no! Alec, how is she?" June cried out in a pained voice, as if Abby's wound were her own.

"She's not doing well, loss of blood I think," he said urgently. "Doc, we need some help here!" he called out.

"When I can, young man. There's other wounded you know," he said gently but firmly.

"Doctor!" George demanded in a loud voice.

"You heard me, George. When I get time."

Major

Moore took Alec's arm. "Come with me. I've seen plenty of wounds like

this. We'll stop the bleeding, elevate her leg, and keep her warm.

She'll need fluids as well. "Rose, can you help please?" he asked

calmly.

"I'm

fine," Abby piped up still held aloft in Alec's thickly muscled arms.

"Just take me to...oh, oh dear..." her eyes rolled back and she passed

out cold.

Alec tensed up in fear but James was at his side. "Easy, big fella. She'll

be fine. Let's go to your bedroom. Rose, gather some bandages and more

blankets. I'll kick the fire up to help keep her warm." His calm,

reassuring demeanor was invaluable and helped settle down rattled

nerves. June went to George and convinced him to slow down and take a

seat while Maddy rounded up some whiskey for him.

While

she served him she saw Nathan's bloody pants leg and her face went

pale. "Oh Master! Let me help you, please sit down!" she begged as she

clutched his arm.

"I'm

fine for now, dear Maddy. I'll visit with the wounded and make sure

we're doing all we can for them first." She accompanied him and he

leaned on her shoulder more and more as he visited the wounded for

nearly an hour, assisting the doctor with dressings and such when he was

able. Finally, the doctor checked on Abby. James had done an excellent

job and she was resting comfortably. She awoke long enough to take a sip

of laudanum and in short order was the proud recipient of a half dozen

stitches needed to close her leg wound. Nathan then allowed himself to

be treated. The doctor cleaned his bullet wound thoroughly. It was a

clean pass through and just needed a few stitches on each side of his

calf muscle to close it up.

It was well after noon before all the wounded were treated and the dead laid in

the barn awaiting burial. Only three men had been killed which was

quite remarkable considering the battle they'd been through. George and

William mustered themselves and went back to the bridge to re-establish

their hold on the hard won territory and assign scouts to ascertain the

whereabouts of any remaining redcoats. The redcoats had taken quite a

licking and he was hopeful that they'd head much further south in

defeat.

June

worriedly went to visit Abby and found Alec and Rose at her side. He

picked up on her poor condition at once, her eyes looked tired and she

was moving erratically, almost teetering on the edge of exhaustion as

she'd been on her feet for hours while helping the wounded as they cried

out in agony. Their cries had affected her deeply and she was hurting

inside. Alec held his arms out for her and she fell into them, losing

control of her emotions. She sobbed like a child in his strong arms as

he petted her shoulders and stroked her brow. Rose joined him and hugged

June close, whispering nothings in her ear and kissing her soft lips

until her sobs abated.

Alec

finally disentangled himself and with tender hands gently undressed

her. Rose undressed as well and Alec tucked them both into bed with Abby

who subconsciously snuggled in between her friends and together the

three women nodded and off to a deep and healing sleep. Alec stood over

them for a few minutes and felt hot tears burn his eyes. Such beauty

he'd seen before, many times in fact during their months together at the

cabin, but never had he felt so emotional or realized the depth of love

he felt for the three. He couldn't help but think of them as his own,

the blonde, auburn, and black haired beauties had truly stolen his

heart. He wondered if he would ever recover.

Madeline was industrious as ever and had rounded up the two serving maids who were madly in lust with the Major. Mira, the older, and Sabra, the younger.

"Draw

up baths for the masters. They'll be needing cleaned up soon and take

special care of all of them. When they're clean, pour 'em up a big

whiskey and pack their pipes. I'll be making a fine dinner for us all.

If you do a good job I'll set you a plate on each side of the Major."

The girl's eyes lit up and they were off like a shot, intent on their

new mission.

They still had the gowns they'd worn at the last formal dinner, and giggling, they donned them again, then asked

Maddy for the silver jewelry. They'd loved dressing up before and were

excited to do it again for the men. They quietly approached the General

who was laying on a

couch in the parlor, resting, and gently urged him to his feet. He

hobbled to the bathing room and they started to undress him. Maddy had

been keeping her eyes on the two troublemakers and she showed up long

enough to supervise the last stages of de-robing Nathan. She knelt and

gently pulled his trousers down, not quite silencing her gasp of

approval when his mighty cock swung into view.

He

smiled to himself when he saw the two maids eyes widen in disbelief as

they saw all eight inches of his flaccid cock appear. They watched

enviously when Maddy caressed his firm ass and thighs while he towered

above her. His cock stiffened slightly and began to rise, so he

awkwardly stepped into the tub, not wanting to embarrass himself by

sporting a full hard on in front of the ladies. He pulled Maddy down to

him and turned his head to kiss her deeply while she ran her hands over

his furry chest from behind.

"Can I see you tonight?" He asked softly.

"Of

course, Master. I'm here to serve you in all ways," she returned shyly.

"Mira and Sabra will take special care of you if you desire, just save

some of yourself for me, please?"

"Indeed I will, my beauty. I look forward to this evening with you."

She

kissed him again and regretfully rose to her feet to return to her

duties in the kitchen while the two maids descended on Nathan, gently

scrubbing him clean, then leaving him to soak in peace while they went to find Major Moore.

Sabra & Mira

They

returned with James, and giggling like teenagers stripped him bare and

installed him in his tub of steaming hot water. He groaned in pleasure

as he sank deep, then smiled

in surprise when Mira stepped in and sat with her back between his

legs. She took his arms, wrapping them around her slight frame and he

happily took her full tits in his hands, teasing and caressing her

nipples until she was purring in satisfaction.

Nathan was getting the same treatment from Sabra. She was younger and a bit more shy than

Mira, but was willing to play. He thought a bit guiltily about Maddy

not being with him, but his imagination went wild and soon he was

fantasizing about Maddy sharing him with Sabra. He decided right then to

abstain until the evening and he'd broach the subject with Maddy,

nearly certain she'd agree with him.

He continued to keep his hands full of Sabra, even when she turned to face him

 James, on the other hand had no such compunctions about saving himself for anyone. By now, Mira had him standing up.

For

long minutes she serviced him until he was gripping her head tightly in

his big hands and starting to help himself to her slender neck.

While James was enjoying himself, Nathan and Sabra were watching Mira service him.

Mira

pulled back slightly, just enough to speak to James. "Take what you

need, Master. I'm here to satisfy you in any way. Please, it would make

me happy." She pulled him down as deep as she could take him. She wore a

look of startled surprise that in a few moments changed to one of

determination. Her hands dropped down and she placed them behind her

back while leaning into him, giving herself to him freely.

The

sight of his man juice on her shiny tongue wrenched a few more spasms

from his jerking, bucking cock and his eyes widened in appreciation when

she swallowed his load happily, then clasped her lips around him,

sucking him dry.

Nathan was almost to cum himself, mostly from the sight of the young mulatta maid taking the Major.

"Later perhaps, my sweet. Let's

see what the evening brings us," he said softly, then leaned in to kiss

the sweet lips she unhesitatingly offered up to him. James lowered

himself back in the water and the couples soaked for a few more minutes

before standing up to dry off. Sabra was kneeling to towel Nathan when

they heard the door open. He turned to see Rose standing there with a

sultry look on her face, almost like she knew what had been transpiring

earlier. She dropped her gaze to his semi-hard, and her look of lust

intensified.

"My word,' she breathed. "Like

uncle, like nephew I guess. What a cannon you carry, Uncle Nathan."

Despite his years and numerous past sexual experiences, he still managed

a deep, red blush that brought a delighted grin to her face. "And so modest. I'm beginning to like you more all the time, General."

Not

to be outdone by his superior, James caught her eye and slowly stood

up, water pouring down his lanky frame to drip from his thick cock.

"Mmm, you're absolutely delicious too, Major. I can tell I should've been here a bit earlier."

"Thank you, Miss Rose. It means a lot coming from a lady such as yourself," he said graciously. "At the risk of sounding crude, I find myself wishing you'd have been here earlier as well."

"Major." Nathan said with a warning tone in his voice.

"It's fine, Uncle Nathan, I hope you don't mind me calling you that," Rose purred.

She

advanced in the room and slid over him gracefully, then gazed up at him

with her gorgeous eyes and said, "William and I are working on an

understanding. You and James are welcome to speak to me however you

please."

She tugged his head down and kissed him softly, then moved to James and repeated her sweet kiss. "Dinner will be served in two hour’s time. I trust we'll see you there, gentlemen?" she asked with a devilish smile.

"Indeed, Miss Rose. We wouldn't miss it for the world," James said with sexy growl.

She took her leave while the men stared at each other. "What just happened?" Nathan asked, nearly aghast at her boldness.

"She's just that way, Master," Mira volunteered shyly. "She's a very sexual person from what we can tell."

"She likes girls too, we saw her kissing Miss June in the hallway," Sabra said in a confidential voice.

Nathan just shook his head in amazement. "What a family this is. Always keeping us on our toes, Major. We'd best improvise and adapt if we're going to survive here, I think."

Abby

slowly awoke from her healing sleep to find June's head pillowed on her

full breast. She kissed her brow and stroked her naked shoulder until

her eyes fluttered open. "Hello, Miss June. Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm,

yes Mistress. I dreamed we were back in the cabin and Alec was building

our bed. He was so big and strong that we couldn't keep our hands off

him and we ended up sleeping with him. It made me wet." She reached down

and slipped a finger inside herself, writhing her hips slightly.

"Yep, I'm soaked." she giggled. "You're so lucky to have him, he's such an amazing man, Abby. I sure miss him."

"Those days are over, sweetheart. We've talked about this."

"I

know, I love your father dearly and want to spend forever with him, but

there's something primitive about your Alec, he's such a beast."

"He is a beast, I agree. But doesn't father fill all your needs, does he not fuck you well?"

"Oh

yes, he does, and I come hard too, but he lacks that edge that drives

me crazy. Alec is like a wild animal that can barely hold back from

violence. Maybe I need George to be rougher and take me hard. He's

always so gentle."

"Have you asked him about it? Maybe he feels the same way as Alec but he's afraid of scaring or hurting you."

"No, not yet. I need to though. Maybe Rose can help me, she's quite good at that business."

"That worthless tramp sure is a nasty slut," Abby snickered. "But I love her dearly."

"I

heard that, you naughty girl!" Rose said, laughing from the doorway.

She took three quick steps and launched herself in the air to come

crashing down on her friends in the bed.

"Ow! Oh damn it, that hurts!" Abby cried in pain and clutched her wounded leg, only partially faking it.

"Oh Abby! I'm

so sorry! I forgot you were hurting!" Rose exclaimed remorsefully. "Let

me see!" She slid the blankets down Abby's naked body and inspected her

dressing. A spot of fresh blood was showing through the white linen and

she exclaimed again at her clumsiness.

"I'll

kiss it better, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said softly. She kissed

Abby's leg gently all around her bandage, unintentionally tickling her

until she giggled aloud.

"I'm  okay, honey. Come back up here."

Rose

couldn't resist herself, mostly because she was horny from torturing

Nathan and James, but throwing caution to the wind she gently kissed her

way up Abby's leg to her hip, then sensually slid up and finished off

with a sweet, soft kiss on her lips. Abby cupped her face and kissed her

back, then cocked her beautiful head and looked at Rose appraisingly.

"You

sure can be sneaky. Do you really enjoy me that much? Do you like me as

you like June, sexually?" Rose was as startled as she'd ever been in

her life, and was speechless for several seconds. She finally took a

deep breath and dove in, she may as well tell the truth she figured

because Abby would see right through her if she didn't.

"I

do, sweetie. I certainly do." She reached across and took June's hand

that lay innocently on Abby's hip. June and I both love you dearly.

Remember those times with you and Alec in the cabin? It was all we could

do to not half rape you when we were together. You have no idea how

lovely and desirable you are to us. We'd do anything for you, including

giving up our lives if it spared yours. I know you don't want to hear

it, but we feel the same about Alec. We love our men, but you especially

own a cherished place in our hearts. We love you, sweet Abby. We may

never have you, but we love you just the same."

A tear slipped down her cheek as she fought her emotions, and June let out a little sob at Rose's tender words.

"Oh dear, I had no idea how you two have been feeling. Is that terrible of me?" Abby asked sadly.

"It's

not terrible of you at all because we chose not to tell you. I hope it

doesn't change our relationship," June said softly, while wiping her

eyes.

"Of course not. I

could never be angry with either of you. Let me think on these things

awhile. For now, snuggle in with me for a bit before we get ready for

dinner. I'm chilly."

The

rest of the party was waiting in the parlor for the girls, but they

never showed up. George was chosen to go find them so he began his

search. When he opened the bedroom door and found them with limbs

entangled and still sleeping in the large bed, he halted abruptly and

watched them slumber. His throat grew tight with emotion as he took in

their innocent beauty. He was so happy to have his family back, and now

the war threatened to split them apart again. For long minutes he took

in the sight, then slowly backed out. He made his way back to the parlor and found Alec, then motioned him to meet in the hall.

Alec

knew something was up and he hurriedly obeyed. "I can't bring myself to

wake them, Alec. They're so beautiful and innocent. My heart is

breaking for them. Please do it for me. I beg you." Tears were running

down his cheeks and Alec threw a big arm around his shoulders.

"I

will, George. I can understand your feelings. Those three girls are

more than special to me, as you know. Come with me, we'll do it

together."

He

took George's elbow and led him down the hallway until the girls came

into view. He went to Abby's side of the bed and gently pushed George to

the other. He caressed Abby's soft hair and smoothed her brow until she

shifted and opened her eyes. The soft light in them flickered and shown bright when she saw Alec and she held her arms up to him with a loving smile. He

gathered her in and kissed her sweetly while she sighed in

satisfaction. From the corner of his eye he saw George doing the same to

June. Rose awoke as well and joined June embracing George, the two

beauties giggling as they fought each other for possession of him. Rose

tightened her arms around his neck and tugged him down to lay between

her and June. He laughed happily and relaxed as they both kissed his

lips tenderly.

Alec

caught his eye and winked at him before returning his attention to

Abby. Soon enough, they roused themselves and left the girls to dress

hastily for dinner.

"Thank

you son, I don't know why I lacked the courage to wake them, but you

handled it nicely. And you're right, those three women are

extraordinary."

"Right

now they're my sole purpose for living, George. My every day is spent

thinking on how to keep them alive and ending this terrible war so we

can live in freedom and safety." Alec said solemnly, as they returned to

the parlor to prepare for dinner.

The mulatta maids, Mira and Sabra served everyone dinner, then true to Maddy's word,

were allowed to take seats at the table, Sabra between Nathan and

James, with Mira to James' right. Nathan and James were surprised

because slaves were never allowed a seat in the dining room at any place

they'd ever been. They both noticed that no one in George's family

turned a hair at the slaves presence other than to welcome them heartily.

Happy

chatter filled the air and soon they were all comparing war injuries

which led to tales of how they acquired them. Amid the banter, Maddy

whispered in Nathan's ear quietly so Sabra couldn't hear their

conversation.

"How was your bath today, did Mira and Sabra both spoil you, Master?" she asked timidly.

"No, Sabra offered, but I chose to wait for you, sweet Maddy."

Massy

was more than surprised at his words. "Did you not like her, Master?

Does she displease you? Was I wrong to offer her to you?" she asked

fearfully.

"On

the contrary, she was very sweet. She's very beautiful too, but when

she was with me I kept thinking about you, and then I thought about the

three of us together. I'm ashamed to admit it, but that's what I was

thinking." Maddy nodded her head and thought on his words.

"Have I upset you, sweetheart? I truly hope not, I was just being honest with you." Nathan asked with a worried frown.

"Oh

no, Master. I was simply thinking on how best to please you. You're the

only man who's ever treated me so well and I want to make you happy."

"You needn't go out of your way, I'm perfectly content spending time with you, dear Maddy," he said gallantly.

She

reached behind him and touched Sabra's shoulder. "Attend me in the

kitchen, please," she said and rose to her feet. "May I bring anyone

anything?" she offered to the diners and she received a few requests

that she and Sabra hurried to fulfill. Shortly, they returned and took

their seats. Maddy slid a soft hand onto Nathan's thigh caressing him

tenderly and he returned her favors with a big hand on her leg. He

started almost violently when Sabra's small hand slid down his other

thigh and her clever fingers rubbed gentle little swirls on the fabric

of his thin trousers.

Maddy

continued her exploration until she found his stiffening cock jutting

almost painfully down his thigh, trapped in his tight trousers. She

tested his width with gentle fingers, then she

reached across to find Sabra's hand and tugged it over to join hers

atop his now tumescent shaft. He groaned quietly under their

ministrations and took a sip of wine to steady his nerves. Rose caught

his eye and gave him a suggestive wink, as if she knew exactly what was

going on under the table. He blushed madly as he remembered how she'd

ogled his cock earlier in the day, and he saw that she suspected what he

was thinking, which embarrassed him even more.

She

stuck her little pink tongue out at him impishly and he almost laughed

out loud at her cuteness and utter gall. He was beginning to really like

her he realized, and he gave her his most winning smile, but his

attention was quickly returned to the hands that were torturing him so

sweetly.

Meanwhile,

James was also being caressed by Mira. Her fingers were testing and

inflaming his swollen cock and she was driving him crazy. Eventually, he

took her hand in his to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the

other diners. She giggled quietly at him and squeezed his fingers happily, pleased he was enjoying her gentle touch.

Rose

had a fistful of William and she was literally sitting in a puddle of

juice as all sorts of fantasies fluttered through her heated mind. She

thought of when William and George had taken her together. She was a

sodden mess and couldn't wait for dinner to be over so she could ravish

her husband.

After

the meal, nobody took up George's offer of enjoying a brandy in the

parlor. They all begged off saying it had been a horribly long day and

everyone needed their rest. He started to protest but June took his arm

firmly and led him to bed.

James

was upset but understanding when Sabra, who'd satisfied him twice now,

went to Nathan's room with Maddy. Mira swiftly took his mind off of her

friend when she knelt in front of him.

"I want you to tonight, Master.” She looked over her shoulder at him.

"Take me, Master!" she almost hissed; "like a slave girl should be."

With an animal growl he descended on her. He smiled savagely as he heard her cry out in painful pleasure.

"You're a god, Master. I'm your slave forever. Do anything you want to me, just don't stop!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. My knees are shot and I need to lay down.

You felt amazing and I hope I didn't hurt you, I seemed to have lost

control of myself for a few minutes," he said gently as he caressed her

body.

"I'm

fine. I've never been used like that before and I loved it. Thank you,

Master." He got up and helped her onto the bed where they lay together

and relaxed, their bodies cooling in the slight breeze flowing through

the open windows.

Meanwhile,

down the hall, Nathan was being spoiled rotten by his ladies. They were

kneeling on a bearskin rug in front of the bedroom fireplace. Maddy had

never pleased a man with another woman, but Sabra used her own limited

experience to help her out. Together, they had him almost drooling in

pleasure.

"Damn it, girls. You've

nearly killed me," he said in exhaustion. "Let me lay down for a few

minutes." They quickly stood and ushered him onto the bed where they lay

on each side of him and ran their soft hands over his frame while he

panted for breath.

Sabra

knelt and watched avidly as he skillfully brought Maddy. She was a

trembling wreck when she finally pushed him away in protest.

"I'm sorry, Master. No more, please! It's too much!" He smiled to himself, content with her reaction to his loving, he prided himself on never leaving a lover wanting.

Many

women in his past had been left hurting and nearly crippled the next

morning after his loving, but none had ever regretted it that he knew

of.

Finally, he rose to his knees again and fisted his cock. "Who wants it, ladies?"

"I'm ready, Master. However you want me, I'm yours." Sabra pledged.

"Please, Master! Be gentle with me!" she begged in a worried voice.

"I'll

try, sweetheart. Tell me if it gets too bad and I'll stop. It'll feel

good eventually, or so I'm told," he chuckled softly. She looked up at

him and nodded in readiness.

She nearly woke the entire house with the cry he tore from her throat.

"Oh Master. I've never felt anything like that before! Thank you. You're such an animal and I love you for it."

He smiled down at her and bent over to kiss her sweetly. "I hope it wasn't too much, sweetheart. Are you  okay, little one?"

"I'm

perfect, I may never be the same, but I'm perfect," she giggled and

pulled him into a tight hug, throwing her legs around his trim hips and

gripping him tightly. "Thank you, Master," she whispered and nipped his

ear. After she cuddled him awhile his thoughts turned to Maddy who was

being ignored.

To be continued in part 10, by Seethegood for Literotica.