The General and the Major are wounded, Sarah looks for a man.
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The next morning after breakfast, Joseph cornered Alec in his study.
"So, about last evening, Mister. Greene," he began.
"It's Alec, please."
“ Okay, Alec. About last evening. Is that how it is with you and the three ladies? You're all, um, companions?"
"Yes, Joseph. We live and sleep together. Everything a normal couple would do except we're a foursome. It's a long story and somewhat complicated, but George and William insisted that we take up our old ways until they return. I love those three girls dearly and would do anything for them."
"And you expect me to do the same with Maddy, Mira, and Sabra?"
"I don't expect you to do anything if you don't desire, but I hope you do. Everyone must be in it willingly, or it won't work and hard feelings will arise."
"I see," Joseph said thoughtfully. "And the maids all know of your, um, relationships?"
"Oh yes, in fact I believe they want to emulate us, hence the problem of them rubbing on me like a damn cat every chance they get," Alec said with a chuckle. "I love them like family, but there's only so much of me I'm willing to share."
"I'm sure I like Maddy, she's certainly a smart and beautiful woman," Joseph mused, "I'm not too sure about the others yet."
"Let me give you some advice. Maddy is their senior and pretty much runs the house. She'll allow them to be with you if she desires. If not, well, we'll have to see what happens." Alec replied thoughtfully. "Just please do your best to keep them off my back. And another thing, if you want company in the parlor tonight, invite them. They'd be ecstatic to join us."
Joseph did exactly that, and he was joined by his new ladies on the loveseat. Mira sat between his legs and as she'd noticed June do the night before, and was knitting a garment of clothing. Maddy cuddled up next to him and put her head on his thick shoulder in contentment, while Sabra sat at her side. Showing her sweet demeanor, June moved next to Mira and helped her figure out a complex pattern in her knitting while Joseph spread his knees wide to accommodate the two beauties. The men chatted about the day's events while Abby and Rose listened sleepily. By all accounts they looked like a large, happy family and Abby heaved a sigh of contentment. Alec felt her move and he leaned in to kiss her sweetly.
"Well done, my love. Well done." he whispered while she gave him a smile that melted his heart.
"Take me to bed, Heavy. I need some loving." she said softly, and kissed him until his toes curled. He picked her up and carried her down the hall while the other companions readjusted their seats. Maddy rose, and bravely taking Joseph's hand led him to his room, then firmly shut the door behind them. Mira and Sabra were looking at a loss until June took them in her arms.
"Patience, my loves. Maddy needs a little time with Joseph." The two mulatta maids nodded in understanding, but they were obviously unhappy with their situation.
"Go to bed, little ones," June ordered. "Tomorrow is another day and we'll see what it brings for you."
Maddy stood before her man and slowly unlaced his shirt, baring his skin to her hot gaze in the candlelight. She traced the scar on his shoulder, then tenderly kissed the one on his face. He tried to wrap his arms around her but she captured them and held them at his sides.
"Allow me, please Master," she whispered. She knelt and tugged his boots free, then unbuckled his belt and slowly worked his trousers down, giggling softly when his tallywhacker swung free to tap her chin as it rose rapidly to greet her. When he was naked, she loosened the laces at her bodice and pulled it down to free her big, firm breasts. He gasped in delight when they appeared before him, her nipples already hard and wanting.
"Sweet Maddy," he said softly.
"Yes, Master."
He cupped her head in his hands and ran his fingers through her long curls. "I've not been with a woman for longer than I can remember. Please be patient with me," he said softly. Already, he was filled with excitement and knew he wouldn't last long at all. He was worried about spending himself too soon and disappointing her.
"Don't worry, Master. I'm here to serve you in all ways," she breathed, and gave him a beautifully submissive smile that spurred a long stream drip and alight on her breast. He gasped when she took him in both hands and opened her mouth wide. She was shocked at his thickness as her fingers didn't come close to encompassing his shaft, to the point that she doubted she could fit him in her mouth. He watched in fascination as she flattened her tongue and laid his swollen head on it, narrowly missing his crown with her sharp, white teeth. He'd never had a woman’s mouth before, and the sight of it finally happening to him was almost too much for his fevered mind.
When he was completely spent, she laid him back on the bed and finished disrobing herself. He watched, entranced by her beautiful curves as she bared herself to his gaze. He had very little time with women, other than visiting a whore on the rare occasion he couldn't stand relieving himself with his right hand anymore, and they were generally quick and to the point visits. Tonight was a completely new experience, one that he was looking forward to immensely.
Maddy paused for a quick thought before joining him on the bed. She asked herself what her mistress would do, would she be bold and take what she wanted or lie still and let her man have his way with her? She decided she'd be bold, and not giving herself chance to overthink it, she bravely climbed astride Joseph and surprising him completely, buried him in sweet kisses, so much that she had him gasping for air as she nearly sucked his tongue from the roots.
She raised up and fed him her magnificent bosom, steering one at a time into his ravenous mouth. She sighed in pleasure as he tugged at her like a thirsty child.
"Please, Master. Take me as a man takes a wife, Master. Give me what I need, please," she begged as she writhed her hips beneath him. He drew back slightly and gave her a tentative thrust, considerate of her earlier complaint of his girth.
She petted his back and shoulders, crooning in his ear while he recovered slowly in her arms. He tried to slide off her but she locked her arms and legs around him, holding him in place while she enjoyed the weight of him crushing her to the mattress. As he relaxed, she tugged his face to hers and smothered him in hot kisses. Eventually, he became too heavy for her and she allowed him to slide to her side. Gathering a towel she'd laid bedside, she wiped them clean of their combined juices, then she covered them both and snuggled into his side.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered in his ear. "You were absolutely wonderful to me and you felt amazing."
"Ah, sweet Maddy, I've never felt the like. I feel I'm floating on a cloud right now," he replied and brushed an errant curl from her eyes. She kissed him sweetly and laid her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. Slowly his breathing changed and she realized with a happy smile that he'd already nodded off to sleep. She cupped her tender womb. She was as content as she'd ever been and the flame of hope in her breast burned ever brighter.
Alec awoke in the wee hours and noticed Rose and June weren't in bed. He padded naked down the hall and found them still in the parlor, wrapped in a blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace. Mira and Sabra were next to them and sleeping deeply.
He picked up June and carried her to bed while she mumbled sleepily in his arms. When he returned for Rose and crouched to pick her up, Mira's slim hand boldly snaked out to caress his naked thigh. He jumped in surprise and looked down, not realizing he was so close to her. He watched her nostrils flare as she took in the hot scent of his and Abby's lovemaking wafting near her face. She looked at him with such a pleading expression that his heart went out to her. He knew well the feeling of being lonely and he felt for her. He took her hand in his and knelt to kiss her brow.
"Be kind to Maddy and help her in all ways and you'll have a man in your bed soon, little one," he whispered softly to Mira. She gave him a beautiful smile and nodded in acceptance. As he turned to pick up Rose he felt Mira's little hand trail longingly up his thigh and caress the warm crease between his firm buttocks, the back of her knuckles brushing his swinging sack. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but he knew it was better to let Maddy do it as she saw fit. He picked up Rose and gave Mira a little wink before heading to bed.
Abby had taken June in her arms and together they were sleeping like the dead, so Alec laid down on his side holding Rose close and she mumbled in her sleep, then turned into him and buried her face in his crispy chest hair with a deep sigh of contentment.
"I love you, sweetheart," she whispered softly, and kissed his warm skin.
"And I you, my little Rose," he returned, and kissed the crown of her head, then closed his eyes to fall asleep in moments.
As true to her masters as always, Maddy was up at the crack of dawn and had prepared a wonderful breakfast. Abby and Alec shared secret smiles as Maddy floated around on a cloud of love, touching and kissing her man whenever possible. Joseph's attitude was much improved as well, the smile on his face told the story of last night better than he could have spoken it aloud.
The plantation was bustling that day with Abby deeply involved in preparing the fields for spring planting while Alec conducted his spy business, consolidating bits and pieces of information he'd received via messengers and dispatching it to whomever he deemed needed the knowledge. It was just after lunch when a cry came from the sentry at the front door.
"Master Greene! A messenger is arriving, hurry!"
"Shit fire," Alec cursed, "what now."
"Master!" June's desperate cry raised his hackles and he flew to the front porch beside her. The messenger was at the porch stairs, still astride his horse and wove in the saddle, nearly losing his seat. His mount's head hung low and it was panting heavily while bloody foam poured from its muzzle. Alec ran to the man and on his way down the stairs noticed Abby trotting up, her face creased in consternation.
Alec caught the man as he fell off the horse and lowered him to the ground. He heard a ragged gasp, then a huge thump as the horse collapsed to the dirt. He looked up to see Abby with a bloody dagger in her fist. She'd put the poor beast from its misery before Alec could command it. She gave him a quick nod and knelt with him at the man's side. The messenger pawed blindly at his bag while gasping shallowly for air.
"General Greene, it's from General Greene. He's in a bad way and needs help," he croaked out. His trembling fingers found the parchment and he handed it to Alec.
"Someone get the doctor!" Abby cried out while holding the man's hand for comfort. June quickly ran to do her bidding while Rose trotted down the stairs to help. Together, the three dragged the exhausted man inside and laid him on the couch in the parlor. Alec read the letter and Abby watched his face intently as he frowned deeply, then a look of fierce determination came over his countenance and Abigail knew their lives were changing again, right before her eyes.
Alec raised his head and looked at her. She gave him her strongest smile but she knew he could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"We go to war," he said with a dark scowl. She didn't blink an eye, she simply went to him and kissed his lips.
"Tell me what you need and I'll make it happen, Heavy."
He immediately sent for Joseph and together they rallied the militia, instructing them to pack light, and ready themselves for a long trek. Abby, Rose and June went to every home and slave cabin to inform them of the day's events. The wives wept at the thought of losing their men and the widows gave them love and support as best they could. Alec, with Joseph's advice picked a dozen hard men to stay behind as a skeleton security force to keep the inhabitants of the plantation as safe as possible. It was a nearly useless gesture if they were attacked, but he needed every man available to help fight the redcoats.
Alec and Abby had a rare argument as the strain of the day came to bear on them. "Joseph stays!" she fumed when Alec insisted he ride with the militia. "He's my man and I trust him, besides, Maddy now needs him. Don't take him away already!" she stomped her little foot and glared up at him. She was so beautiful and full of fire that he couldn't bring himself to cross her. He held out his arms and she flew into them with tears in her beautiful blue eyes.
"Thank you, Heavy. I love you so much," she sniffled. He caressed her back and soothed her until she pulled back to give him a sweet smile. Little did he know that he'd lost only the first battle of the day, and that another was building steam in her golden head.
Platoon Inspections
Alec went to his study and for another hour sorted his intelligence into two piles, one he kept and placed in his leather satchel and another that he tossed documents and notes from into the fireplace. He was under a massive amount of pressure, and used his best judgement on the importance of each piece before keeping or destroying it. He was just finishing up when he heard a rustle in the hedges outside the window near his desk. His first instinct was to reach for his pistol that he kept clipped to his sword belt and hanging on the back of his chair. To his chagrin it was gone along with his sword, he must have misplaced it, he thought unhappily.
A feminine voice pitched low like a man's reached his ears from the hedges.
"Major Greene. Report to the back porch in five minutes for inspection of the combat troops!" the voice said, as it quivered with laughter. He knew at once it was his Abby and his lip quirked in a smile, but he was hugely busy and answered a bit sharper than he intended.
"I'm really busy right now, whomever you are. Come back later." He winced as he heard the tension in his own voice, knowing she would hear it. A few seconds went by, then a different voice called out, Rose's by his best guess.
"Major Greene. Report to the back porch in five minutes for inspection of the combat troops. If you fail to report, all your special conjugal privileges shall be hereby revoked, forthwith!" the voice commanded sonorously, while cracking with laughter. Sure enough, it was his Rose, no doubt. A genuine smile broke his lips when he heard more feminine giggles floating out of the bush. His girls were trying to lift his mood and he loved them for it.
"Yes, sir," he answered, "five minutes it is. Right away, sir." Their laughter was music to his ears and he glanced at the clock to ensure he'd be on time per his ladies demands.
When his time was up, he strode down the hall to step out on the porch. His jaw dropped and he was struck mute for several seconds as he gazed in wonder at his women. The three beauties were standing side by side and rigidly at attention, while wearing nearly perfect reproductions of the Continental Army officers uniform, to include the tricorn hats Nathan had given them. Each girl's hair was braided into a thick ponytail that flowed gracefully down their backs to brush to tops of their stunning little behinds. Abby's uniform was piped with pink to match her cap while Rose and June's were piped in gold to reflect the same.
Their trousers were tight beyond imagining and his eyes were drawn like magnets to their sleek thighs and the turn of their calf muscles. The riding boots on their small feet were shined to a mirror black finish that must have taken hours to get perfect. Their big tits were held upright and mashed firmly together by beautiful, white, strapless corsets that June's clever hands had made, ensuring their perky nipples were barely covered and their areolae peeking out just enough to taunt and tease any passerby that might glance their way. The fronts of their jackets were cut deep and wide to frame their bodices boldly for their man's enjoyment.
Abby and Rose had their squirrel rifles at their sides with the butts grounded and the barrels resting on the fronts of their shoulders. Abby's rapier and dagger were present, and Rose's own small knife was on her belt. Little June had Alec's huge saber hung about her hips and his pistol clipped to her other side. He raised an eye as the mystery of his missing weapons was solved before his admiring eyes.
Playing their game, he stood in front of Abby and seized the rifle from her grasp, looking it over minutely. Her beautiful red lips quirked in a smile as she tried heroically to contain her laughter. He noticed she'd put on a light coat of makeup and added a beauty spot to the left upper corner of her lip. The effect was astonishing and he shook his head in wonder. She was a classic beauty in the every sense of the word.
He ran a rough finger over her exposed areola, smiling when her nipple hardened immediately and tried to push its way free from the confines of the corset. She set her teeth and a tiny moan broke from her lips at the sensations he was arousing in her body. His finger trailed down slowly, tracing the shallow groove between her tight abdominals, then slid lower to slip between her legs. His eyebrows rose in surprise when her felt the deep cleft of her nether lips, pulled apart by the tight center seam of her trousers. She moaned again as he ran a big finger in the gap of her thighs, massaging her through the thin material.
"Hold steady, troop," he teased, as her wanton hips rotated to follow his fingers.
"Yes, sir," she panted, and gave him a sexy smile that hardened his cock instantly. He handed her rifle back and moved to Rose next who jerked in surprise as he snatched her squirrel rifle from her grip. He twirled and spun it rapidly, then caught it in a big palm that slapped sharply on the steel barrel, drawing gasps of admiration from his girls. She looked at him alluringly and he noticed she wore the same makeup as Abby to include the beauty mark. Surprised, he glanced at June to see the same. They'd gone to great lengths for him and he was touched beyond words.
He watched as Rose's eyes followed his fingers as he explored her cleavage, pushing a big finger between her tits and imagining it was his tallywhacker pushing its way inside instead.
"You're at attention, troop!" He snapped, and her eyes immediately stared straight ahead into his chest while she fought to contain her mirth. He grounded her rifle and returned it to her grip, then he crouched down in front of her.
"Attention, troop!" he barked again as her eyes dropped to follow his movements. She giggled, and again brought her eyes to up to stare in the distance. He looked at the gap in her thighs, amazed at how the fabric had wedged her lips open, the seam splitting her so deep that he could hardly believe it. He ran slowly a finger in the deep groove while she squirmed and wriggled and a sigh of frustration broke her lips. He smiled to himself when he fancied he felt her swollen clit through the material, pulsing with desire at his touch.
He stood up to give her a sly wink and she sighed with relief. She'd feared he might bring her to orgasm right there on the back porch! Moving to June he stood in front of her and shook his head sadly.
"That's an awful large saber and pistol for such a small soldier. Where'd you get them, troop?" he asked with as steely a voice as he could manage.
Her answer was in a small tone that quivered a bit in fear, not too hard for her to fake because his tone was so realistic, and even though they were playing, it frightened her a little. She was after all, still a slave. He instantly picked up on it and gave her a reassuring wink, whereupon she relaxed immediately. She took a few seconds to gather her thoughts, then responded.
"I found them unsecured, the owner apparently forgot about them so I appropriated them to give to the proper authorities, sir."
He almost laughed at the utter gall of her, but controlled himself, just barely. Rose and Abby were snorting with mirth and struggling to stay at attention while June was doing the same. He suddenly whipped his saber from the sheath and looked at it closely.
"Why I believe this is my saber, and you've stolen it from me, troop! What should your punishment be?" he shouted. He'd frozen her again, but a quick wink at her startled eyes assured her all was well.
"I don't know, sir," she quavered.
"Well, maybe your squad mates do, Major? What say you?" he quizzed Abby.
"Um, branding sir. One should always brand a thief," she said with a giggle, "right on her slutty little ass."
"And you, Captain Rose?" he asked, as he fought back a loud guffaw at Abby's jibe.
"Oh, definitely a good spanking, sir. I'd use a nice switch myself because the little tramp probably deserves it!"
"Rose Marie!" Abby chided, and broke into laughter.
"You're still at attention!" Alec barked, and three lithe bodies straightened up immediately and their eyes looked ahead to the distance.
"Hmm," he mused. "Captain June, bend over and grab your ankles!" She looked at him in surprise but saw no give in his gaze. She slowly did as he said while Abby and Rose tried to watch from the corners of their astonished eyes.
He swung his saber sharply and caught her with the flat of the blade, square across her tight little ass and quite a bit harder than he'd intended. She let out a surprised yelp and her little cap flew from her head to land on the wooden decking.
"Ouch, Master!" she inadvertently squeaked. He knew he'd whacked her quite hard and immediately felt bad about it. He stabbed the saber in the floor and ran his hand over her ass to soothe her. She'd managed to keep her grip on her ankles and she stayed in her position while he rubbed her little bottom.
"Mmm," she moaned, "that's better, Master, er, I mean, sir," He liked her little moan and ran his fingers between her tight ass cheeks and pressed one in the slot of her lips, wedged so widely open by her tight trouser seam, much like Rose's. She moaned again and swayed on her feet. He was having quite an effect on her. His other hand crept inside the top of her corset and he rolled her nipples between rough fingers. Her groan of pleasure drew her companions eyes to the scene and they both shivered as they imagined what little June was experiencing.
"Are you sorry for stealing, little thief?" he growled in her ear.
"Not yet, sir. Perhaps one more stroke?" she whimpered as his finger found her swollen clit and swirled about it in gentle circles.
"As you wish." Abby and Rose gasped as the saber cracked home again and a cry of surprised pain came from June's red mouth. He laid the saber down and repeated his motions of before, one big hand soothing her stinging ass while the other twisted and turned her nipples delightfully.
Finally, he had to stop himself or the three beautiful women would find themselves thrown over the handrail and violated repeatedly from behind. He bid June to stand up and return to attention which she did with a blushing face and tits that spilled freely from her corset top, her nipples engorged and still longing for his touch.
He backed up to get a good look at the three and tripped over a wooden chest, nearly falling down the stairs. He caught himself and looked down to three chests, all aligned and apparently ready for a trip.
Alec Makes A Cruel Decision
"And what's this?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"That's our luggage, sir!" Abby sang out. He frowned at her sternly.
"That's enough play, Abigail. What're you three up to?"
"We've packed our travel chests so we can travel with you to help Uncle Nathan," she said a bit defiantly.
"Definitely not," he stated firmly. "I want you girls to stay here where you'll be safe and sound."
"Alec, if I always stayed at home safe and sound, you'd have swung on a gallows if I remember correctly." Abby said, in a sharp voice.
"And if I'd stayed at home safe and sound, you'd be in the creek bottoms shot down like a rat, in the words of Uncle Nathan," Rose chipped in icily.
He blinked in surprise at their attack, but foolishly decided to double down. For a few minutes they argued back and forth as he continued to forbid their coming with him, their voices growing louder and sharper as tempers flared. June's frantic cry broke into their conversation and they looked at her in surprise.
"Stop it! Just stop it!" she cried in anguish. She threw herself at Alec's feet and hugged his ankles while sobbing in grief. "Please, Master! Please take me with you! I'll wither and die without you! Your poor slave begs you, Master!" Her tears soaked the toes of his boots as he stood there awkwardly looking down at her. His helpless eyes met Abby's glacial blue ones and he saw no quarter. He looked at Rose as she stared at him with crossed arms, her expression was painful to him and as she looked as if she didn't even recognize him.
"Abby," he began.
"You broke her, you fix her!" she snapped angrily and spun on her heel. Rose gave him a final icy stare and followed Abby indoors. Alec sighed deeply, realizing he'd completely screwed up and dug the deepest hole he'd ever been in with his girls. He bent down to lift June into his arms, then sat on the swing with her on his lap, rocking her gently while she sobbed uncontrollably on his shoulder. He reflected on the last few minutes, asking himself why he wanted the girls to stay and came to the conclusion that is was much simpler for him if they did, and he wouldn't have to worry about them on the battlefield. Which confounded him because he hadn't worried about them when they lived at the cabin and fought together on an almost daily basis.
He felt horribly bad at his selfishness and disregard for their feelings, and as he closed his eyes a tear sneaked down his cheek. He held June closer and kissed her hair.
"I'll take you with me little one, and I'll never threaten to leave you again, I swear before God," he whispered tenderly. Her grip on him tightened and he felt a little nod of her head, then her sobs slowly abated to sniffles and hiccups that shook her small frame. He felt a gentle touch on his knee and looked up the see Maddy kneeling at his feet with tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Master, may I speak, please?" she asked timidly.
"Of course, anytime you desire you can come to me," he said softly and took her hand in his.
"Why do you try to leave your women, Master? They love you and only want to be with you and protect you as best they know how. You're breaking their hearts," she said in a tremulous voice and gestured towards the house where Abby and Rose were.
"I only wanted to protect them by leaving them here," he said regretfully.
"You may have meant well, but it was a cruel thing to do. You're the best Master in the world, but today you've chosen to hurt those closest to you."
Her words tore out his heart, especially when she called him cruel. He held out his arm and she crept up to share his lap with June.
"I'm so sorry, Maddy," he said as his voice broke with emotion.
"You need to tell your women that, Master," she chided gently as she wiped a tear from his face. "And thank you for choosing to leave Joseph here with me. If you'd left me here with no Master, I'd be brokenhearted just as June is."
He nodded, and for a few more minutes the two slave girls hugged and comforted him while he fought back tears and the huge lump in his throat. Maddy finally got up and took his hand.
"Come, Master. Speak to your women and follow your heart, for it knows the way." She led him and June to the parlor where Abby and Rose were lying on the big couch, snuggled together and comforting one another, their eyes red and swollen from crying. He coaxed them to sit up, then sat June and Maddy next to them. Kneeling at their feet, he took Abby's hands and apologized as best he knew how.
Abby saw the pain in his grey eyes and the vestige of tears on his cheeks and knew he'd seen the error of his ways. She realized he hadn't been consciously mean towards them, just mistaken in his judgement. Rose nudged her gently and gave her an imploring look, begging her with her eyes to forgive him.
She squeezed his hands gently and pulled him to her while fresh tears welled in her eyes.
"Oh, Heavy. Come to me, my love," she cried brokenly. He buried his face in her breasts and heaved a few sobs of contrition while she petted his long curls and broad shoulders. Rose joined in and hugged him, then kissed his cheeks as she wet her own in tears. Abby wanted nothing more than to take him to bed and make love to him, but she understood the demands placed on him from Nathan's plea for help and forced herself to get down to the business of war. She gently pushed him away and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"We must prepare, my love. Please tell us what you need and we'll do out best to help you," she said in a loving voice. She watched as his eyes slowly cleared and the thoughts of war again filled his head.
"There's so much to do I hardly know where to begin," he said. I'll get with Joseph and we'll do the best we can. If you girls could get your chests loaded in the wagon, that would be a big help. I want to be able to leave before dawn tomorrow, so we must make good speed." Abby, Rose and June gave him such looks of forgiveness that he nearly broke down again. They threw themselves in his arms and kissed him until he was awash in soggy makeup and tears. Maddy even snuck in and he kissed her on her sweet lips until she trembled.
"Thank you for your wisdom, Maddy. You're a real treasure and you'll always be a part of our family," he said softly. She blushed fiercely, but returned his kiss boldly, then gathered her skirts in her hands and got busy.
The entire population of the plantation worked long into the night, preparing for the next day's departure. When the foursome staggered to bed they passed out almost immediately, save for Abby whom always slept badly before a day of action. Alec was vaguely aware as she tossed and turned, and he kept her close in his arms through the night. Per Alec's orders, Maddy had a huge breakfast ready at 4:00 AM and everyone stuffed themselves full for the journey.
She surprised the group with earthenware crocks full of her now infamous ham hocks and beans, along with a giant wheel of cheese and dozens of buttered biscuits, intended for the militia men to eat during their several day’s journey to battle. Joseph shoehorned the lot on a wagon and rallied the men into formation, awaiting on the word from Alec to move out. He found him in the study still working out the most efficient route to Nathan's position. There were several roads to get there and he was concerned about the availability of food and water for the livestock.
"Alec, I have two wagoners' who've been running freight in these parts for nearly two decades. How about you assign them as navigators and have them lead the formation. I guarantee you'll arrive earlier than you think with the men and animals in tip top shape!" Joseph said confidently.
Alec looked at him in grateful surprise. "Thank you, Joseph. You've already been a huge help in this endeavor and I'm glad Abigail wanted you to stay. You'll take good care of the property for Abby, and especially Maddy and her girls?"
"Yes, sir. You can bet your life on it. And thank you for introducing me to Maddy. She's a sweet lady and I'm growing to like her more each day."
As they departed, the girls all hugged each other and tears flowed like water. Alec shook Joseph's hand firmly and looked him in the eye while clapping his shoulder. "Good luck, man. We'll return as soon as we can. If thing's go south, send word. We may not be able to help but at least we'll be aware of your situation."
As he pulled away, Maddy threw herself in his arms and kissed his cheek. "Come home safe, Master, and bring your family back to me," she commanded him with a shy smile.
"I shall do my best, little one," he promised. She colored at his affectionate words, then stepped back to take Joseph's hand. Alec called out to the point men and the cracking of whips filled the air as the drivers urged the wagons forward. The majority of the militia men were on foot, and they took up a marching song as the drummer tapped out a cadence, while Alec and his women were all mounted and riding abreast in the middle of the column. They turned to wave at the folks remaining behind, then turned their eyes east to the rising sun as a new day began.
The General and the Major are wounded, Sarah looks for a man.
Chapter 15
They marched a solid 12 hours that day, the men did quite well considering they'd been loitering at the plantation for a few weeks and were a bit out of shape. Alec had chosen to allow their wives and girlfriends to travel with them to help in the field kitchens and assist the medics. He was surprised at the amount of them that did and his women were proud of him for letting them do so. The militiamen were more than grateful as well because having their women with them was a serious moral booster.
Abby was quite pleased at the sight of the militiamen's girls. Because of their admiration for her and Rose, many of them had fashioned their own trousers and modified their blouses to be more comfortable. The ones fortunate enough to afford new material had made dresses that copied the style of Abby, Rose and June's, low cut and decidedly sexier than their old ones. The men appreciated them too, with more than one wife excitedly telling Abby that their man's libido had improved markedly as the wives showed off more of their nubile bodies.
The three girls traded off their mounts throughout the day to several of the wives and girlfriends, giving them a break from the drudgery of walking. Abby and the girls loved the exercise and had a great day chatting with everyone along the way. Alec met several times with the point men and he was highly impressed both with the time they made as well as the routes they chose. He'd predicted a six day journey while the men insisted they could do it in four. Alec gave them his full support and passed the information to his girls whom were ecstatic at the news.
Most of the company were outfitted with cloth tents or tarps that they strung up in the tree beside the road when they camped for the night. Others slept beneath the wagons for shelter. Rose and June tried to raise a tent for themselves but Abby put a stop to it.
"I'll not have it, you'll be with me and Alec," she declared.
"But, Abby. You need some time with him since our argument yesterday. I know he needs you too," Rose protested weakly.
"You're right, but I need to know you and June are safe with me. Besides, we've shared so much now that it'd seem odd not to have you two with us at night," Abby replied, and kissed Rose's cheek. Alec pitched their tent which was quite large, and chopped down some pine boughs for a mattress of sorts.
They ate a bit of dinner, then everyone except Rose reclined on the makeshift bed. She slid out of the tent with a mischievous giggle, then returned in just a few minutes with a bottle of whiskey she'd squirreled away in her saddle bag.
"Mmm, my favorite, you sneaky little girl," Alec said, and gave her kiss of thanks. Even now he could make her blush with his praise and she did so, just reddening enough to be seen in the candlelight. June took in her beauty and tugged her down for a kiss which Rose returned sweetly. Abby broke out her tin cup and poured a dram of whiskey for Alec, he sipped at it then passed it around to the girls. Rose pulled out her book of Aesops's Fables and read a tale while her companions undressed to slip beneath their blankets.
When Rose noticed Abby's eyes go soft and her hand crawl under the blanket to meet Alec's burgeoning cock, she trailed her story off and slid in naked beside June.
"It looks like it's just you and me," she whispered, and June let out little snort of laughter.
"It's not the first time, nor I reckon the last. Come to me, sweet Rose. Let me soothe you," June whispered. Abby's golden head disappeared under the covers at Alec's waist and he let out sigh of pleasure when her lips met his cock head. Rose's eyes couldn't help but follow the bump in the blanket as Abby's head rose and fell while she sucked. Rose flipped her blanket back and looked at June with her smoky eyes.
"June," she whispered, moaning as she worked herself open. June slid between her legs and put Rose's thighs over her shoulders, then laid her head on her flat little belly.
"Mmm, you smell so good, Rose. I could just eat you up," she whispered. Rose cupped her head and ran her fingers through her hair while June sighed in pleasure. The long day of riding had lent an earthy smell to Rose but June paid no mind, she loved her woman any way she could take her.
This night, June was in excellent form and she took her time with Rose. As she slowly worked her lover to a frenzy, Alec got too warm and threw back his blanket to expose Abby.
The sight of Abby pleasing Alec brought another small orgasm to Rose and she floated in pleasure for several more moments until June pulled up to kiss her sweetly, sharing the taste of her own passion with her.
"Mmm, Rose, you're simply delicious tonight," June whispered.
"I bet you are too, honey," Rose returned. June let out a surprised yelp when Rose suddenly flipped her over and gripping her arms, held them over her head, pinned to the pine boughs. "Now stay, sweetheart. Don't make me say it again," she threatened with an evil smile.
"Yes, Mistress," June said submissively. Movement to her side caught her eye when Alec flipped Abby over and covered her tiny body with his. Rose and June both watched, enamored as he skillfully worked his way down Abby's smooth curves, leaving nothing untouched. She was glistening in saliva from her lips to her hard nipples, and on to her smooth mound where his lips caught her clit and he sucked it in his mouth, driving her mad with passion.
June managed between gasps for breath. Alec and Rose slid up their lovers bodies to kiss them deeply and rest in their arms. Eventually, their skin cooled and they tugged their blankets up for comfort.
"Come, June. Sleep with me," Abby said sleepily, and pulled her into her arms. Alec gathered in Abby while Rose clung to his back, stealing his heat until she was warm and comfy.
"I love you all, dearly," the little slave girl whispered. Murmurs of agreement came from the three behind her and she wriggled like a puppy in satisfaction, then fell asleep in moments.
The group pushed hard for the following three days and arrived at the scene of the battle on the afternoon of the fourth day. Alec insisted the girls stay in the rear until he contacted his uncle, General Greene, at the front. The fighting had lapsed while the two sides gathered their wounded from the field and Alec found his Uncle Nathan crouched in a defensive trench while poring over a crude map. He exclaimed in surprise and pulled Alec down to hug him in delight.
"Thank God you've arrived! Is all well with you? Did you bring reinforcements?" Nathan asked.
"Yes, Uncle. All's well. I've brought every available man and we're here to help in any way we can," Alec answered.
"That's good to hear. We've been taking a beating and it's fixing to get worse. They have the high ground and are moving their cannon up on line so they can fire over the heads of their troops as they assault forward. I wish I had a way to knock them out because they're gonna kick the shit out of us in a day or so," Nathan said in a tired voice.
"Why don't we pull back and try to come up with a plan this evening," Alec said.
"Sounds good. We're tuckered out and the enemy has been slacking off in the late afternoons. I hope they're getting as worn out as we are."
Nathan led Alec to the rear and they sat down in his command tent, then lit their pipes as Nathan filled in his nephew on the battlefield conditions. Suddenly, the tent flaps flew open and the three women piled in to overwhelm the General with a flurry of hugs and kisses. He smiled in joy and returned their favors. "What a welcome surprise!" he exclaimed. "I missed having you beauties around to spoil me so kindly. We don't have much here in the way of small luxuries, but what I have is yours. Please make yourselves comfortable."
"Where's Major Moore?" Rose asked.
"Oh, he's stirring up trouble around here somewhere, he should show up soon," Nathan replied, much to the girls' relief. They all liked the Major and considered him part of the family.
"Uncle Nathan. Do you mind if we poke around a little bit? We've brought many camp followers with us and I want to make sure they get settled in. Can you recommend a safe area for us to set up our tents?"
"Of course, dear Abby," he responded. He assigned a nearby lieutenant to show her where to go, then she kissed his cheek in thanks and left with Rose and June. It didn't take the girls long to line out their charges, then Abby summoned Rose with a twinkle in her eye.
"Let's explore a little. I have Papa's extra spyglass, and I want to see what the men have been up against," she said conspiratorially.
"Great idea! I love an adventure!" Rose enthused. The two women walked to the edge of the battlefield and Abby watched as the two sides set in for the evening. Men bustled about re-shoring their positions and refilling damaged sandbags at the bulwarks around the cannon. Abby observed the redcoats as they dug in their cannon in a straight line across their position with the bulk of the camp behind them. She also made mental notes of the questions she wanted to ask Nathan that evening pertaining to the enemy. Rose took the glass and satisfied her own curiosity, wondering aloud at how foolish the common way of conducting battle was, in her eyes. The girls had only heard of the practice of walking in line and banging away at each other from standing positions, and it seemed ludicrous to them. Abby's way of ambush and foul play seemed much more reasonable to her as opposed to the gentlemanly tradition of giving the other side a fair shot at you. She shook her head in disdain at the thought, and tugged Rose back to the tree line.
"Let's explore a little," she urged. "I saw a sentry changing post on their left flank. We should sneak through the forest and find out where he settles in at. I'm working on an idea," Abby said quietly. Rose nodded in agreement and the two wily veterans slipped in closer to the redcoat line. As they approached the area where they thought the sentry might be, they slowed to a crawl and turned all their senses forward to detect the man's presence. Eventually, Abby reached back and touched Rose, then gestured ahead. The two girls slowly crouched and Abby whispered to Rose, "About 40 yards ahead, next to the big oak."
"I see him," Rose breathed in her ear. They watched him for nearly half an hour as he settled in for the evening. He had a bag that probably contained a cold dinner, along with a canteen of water, the girls figured. Abby happened to have her spyglass on him when he jerked his head to his left and seemingly spoke loudly to the forest.
"I knew it!" Abby whispered, "he's got a buddy deeper in the forest to his left. They're pretty sly, this bunch. We'll have to be very careful. Follow me as quietly as you can." Together, they pulled back fifty yards or so, then Abby led them in a flanking maneuver to their right until they found the other sentry. He was sitting comfortably behind a fallen log and facing in the direction of the Continental army. His jaws moved rhythmically as he chewed his dinner, then slurped from his canteen occasionally without a care in the world. He was twenty five yards or so from his partner, and soon the two were talking loudly back and forth, paying little attention to their duties. Abby nodded to herself in satisfaction. She'd seen what she'd hoped to and felt better for it, the plan in her golden head was taking shape nicely. Just in case, the two women did another loop to their right in search of another soldier but didn't find one. The two sentries on duty appeared to be the only ones out there.
As the two women carefully retreated to camp, Abby took note of their route in the hopes of retracing her steps in the darkness. Back at the command tent, Major Moore had shown up and he welcomed the two beauties joyously, enquiring how they were and the condition of his two girlfriends, Mira and Sabra, back at the plantation. Abby assured him all was well and that the girls missed him. He and his thick cock had left an indelible impression on the two maids, he remembered fondly. Alec and Nathan were still seated and conniving on tomorrow's battle plan while June, who was in her element, served them drinks and waited on their every need. The two men enjoyed her gentle touches and dark beauty as she spoiled them rotten by packing their pipes, even lighting them while she tried not to cough at the smoke in her lungs.
While they had a simple dinner, Abby pestered Nathan with a few questions. "Uncle Nathan, how do your men start their mornings?"
"Well, the sentries wake us early, then we have a quick formation to conduct a head count. We want to know if we've had any deserters, as well as if any man is sick or can't fight for some reason, then we dispatch him to see the doctor. If all's well, then we proceed to eat breakfast and get ready for battle."
"How do you do battle, do you use cover and move forward when able to, or do you line up and simply shoot at each other?" she asked, trying to sound curious rather than critical.
"Typically, in an open field such as here, we walk forward in a tight line until we're in range while the enemy does the same, then we fire on each other. The cannoneers fire whenever they have targets, hopefully not hitting their own men. If we're in rough terrain we tend to use cover, then fire and maneuver on the redcoats. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, just a woman's curiosity," she said with a smile, while Alec looked at her askance, he knew her better than that and figured she was up to no good.
"Do you suppose the redcoats do the same in the morning? I mean call a formation for a headcount and so on?" she asked again.
"I would imagine so, most armies follow the same traditions. Keeping track of the troops and their welfare is a chief concern," Nathan answered while Abby nodded in understanding.
He raised a curious eyebrow at her next inquiry. "Is it typical to keep cannons loaded when we're not firing, especially at night?" she asked.
"That's an odd question, but no. I wouldn't want mine loaded for very many hours, especially if it was raining or very humid. If the powder gets tainted with moisture, it may not fire when needed and one would be stuck with an inoperable field piece, which obviously is a bad thing. If it was critical to have them loaded, I'd lower the muzzles and cover the flash hole with an oilskin or some such thing. Wet powder is a cast iron bitch," he declared.
"I see. Thanks for satisfying a girl's curiosity, Uncle Nathan."
"Anytime, my dear, anytime."
To be continued in part 14, by Seethegood for Literotica.