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.