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Daughter of the Revolution: Part 11

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Thu, 16 Jul 2026 01:28:00 +0000

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 11

Abby lets Rose explore and Maddy gets a new man.

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

An old black lady approached her and shyly gave her a hug.

"Thank you, Mistress. My daughter was the one whom you saved yesterday. I feared that man would kill her but I couldn't do anything since I'm just another helpless slave. I can hardly believe what you're doing here, but I thank God for you and your father."

Abby felt tears gather in her eyes at the sincerity in the woman's voice, and she hugged her back. "Will you please come up to the big house with me? You can stay there until your daughter is healed up. I'm sure your presence would be a boon to her."

The old lady's eyes widened in surprise and a tear ran down her leathered cheek. Abby hugged her again and took her arm to lead her from the barn, but paused at the sound of Joseph's voice.

"If either of you two bastards cause our Miss Abigail trouble, I'll shoot you down like a mad dog, understand? If you mind your manners, we'll have no issues. It's your decision."

Abby's lips quirked in a small smile. Joseph was taking his job seriously and she was more than satisfied with him so far. He was turning out to be quite an asset for the plantation.

The following day the weather was still abominable, the temperature had dropped lower and a few inches of snow covered the ground. Abby gathered June and Rose and together they visited every cabin and slave shack, checking on the people to ensure they were staying warm and well fed. The girls enjoyed getting to know the folks and especially loved the many children. The small ones were quite receptive to them with Rose getting the lion's share of their attention, which she adored.

Abby invited every inhabitant to lunch the following day, requesting that they bring their own bowls and spoons with them. The people were quite surprised, but more than grateful at the offer. When the girls returned to the big house, they helped Maddy get ready for their guests. They soaked kettles of beans and readied dozens of pounds of ham hocks. It made for a long day but they thoroughly enjoyed the work.

While they were dicing carrots, Abby had a few words with Maddy.

"Its been terribly cold at night, Maddy. If you like, you can sleep with us three. It'll be a tight fit in bed but we'll adjust."

Maddy thought for several seconds, then responded. "May I speak directly, Mistress?"

"Of course, fire away," Abby replied with a warm smile.

Maddy's light mocha cheeks blushed slightly but she mastered her shyness.

"I really admire you, Miss Abby and recently I've decided to try to be more like you, strong and fierce when needed and gentle and loving with folks who deserve it. I always watch how you treat the other slaves and also how you love and protect Miss Rose and June. I'm going to take Sabra and Mira under my wing and try to pass some of my good fortune here in the big house onto them. They're good girls and they deserve it. I'll sleep with them in my room and support them all I can."

Abby was highly surprised but, pleased at her ambition.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Maddy. Is your bed large enough for the three of you?"

"Not quite, we can push two beds together I reckon."

"Take mine and George's room," June volunteered from the doorway, while overhearing their conversation. "The bed is plenty large and well broken in!" she giggled.

Abigail laughed happily, "You naughty little tramp, come kiss me." June willingly obeyed and Maddy watched their shared affection closely, wanting the same in her newfound life. She was more than startled when the two girls included her with hugs and sweet kisses.

"Just promise you sleep with us occasionally, dear Maddy," June said gently. "We'd love to share our bed with you too." Maddy nodded while her eyes grew moist with tears. She'd never imagined being treated this way by anyone, much less a white mistress and her quadroon maid. She nodded happily and not trusting her voice, resumed her duties with Abby right beside her and that odd feeling of hope in her breast growing larger as time went by.

The following day, Abby opened the house to the workers and every room was soon filled with the happy sounds of people eating and visiting with their neighbors. Joseph found her and asked her to come look outside the front door. The two troublemakers from the other day were standing in the cold several yards away and talking amongst themselves. She threw on her overcoat and walked out to greet them, where they noticed her immediately and their eyes widened in concern.

"Won't you gentlemen please come in?" She asked with her most winning smile. "There's more than enough beans, ham hocks, and hot buttered biscuits for all. We'd love your presence inside."

"We weren't sure we'd be welcome after our conduct the other day," the older man stated with a chagrined expression.

"Of course you are. Please, let me escort you in and we'll feed you til you can't walk!" she said teasingly, then slid between them and grasped each man's hand in hers. She gently tugged them up the stairs and inside while Joseph stood on the porch with a baffled look of surprised admiration on his face.

When the first diners were showing signs of leaving, Abby had Joseph crack open a keg of whiskey and they meted out a stiff dram for each person that wanted it. The laughter grew a bit louder and the people's smiles grew broader towards Abby and the rest of the ladies of the house. Soon, all had left except the two men because they'd held back purposely hoping for a word with Abby.

"Mistress Durham?" The younger man ventured in a shaking voice.

"Yes, sir? What can I do for you?"

"Well, Ma'am. We just wanted to apologize for our behavior the other day. We had no right to treat a lady such as yourself so rudely. It shan't happen again."

"I've forgotten about it already. I hope you two stay here and contribute to the success of this plantation. I need strong, loyal men like yourselves. Can you envision that in your futures?" She reached out and touched each man's arm gently and gave them her best smile.

"Yes, Mistress, we certainly can." The elder man said with a new tone of confidence in his voice.

"That makes me quite happy. Thank you for coming today, gents. I'm planning on repeating our lunches together on the first Sunday of each month. You're invited to them all of course."

Each man bowed in turn and kissed her hand, then took their leave. She smiled and gave herself a pat on the back. She was learning that sometimes violence wasn't the only solution to a problem.

The girls had just finished cleaning up the kitchen and were settling in the parlor when a ruckus sounded from outside. They heard the front door fly open to slam against the wall and Joseph's loud voice rang out. "Mistress! Come at once!"

Abby groaned and put her drink down. "What now, I hope no one's hurt," she exclaimed.

Joseph called out again, this time in an almost panicked tone of voice. "Mistress! It's your man! We need the doctor, hurry!"

All the girls froze for a moment, then Abby cried out in distress. "June! Fetch the doctor!" She ran down the hall and flew outside to see four men seated on wagons packed full with cargo. She recognized Alec immediately and leaped aboard to hug him tightly. He was nearly a solid block of ice and was barely coherent. His beard was full of snow and his coat was layered with frost.

"Oh, sweetheart," she cried. "Let's get you in the house! Joseph! Get some help and carry these poor men inside! Hurry!"

Joseph leapt to obey, and help was easily available as a crowd was gathering. She steered the men to the parlor where Maddy was frantically stoking the fire hotter. The doctor showed up and began barking out orders.

"We need to get some hot liquids in them, warming them from the inside out is best. Don't put them in a hot bath, it may cause more damage. Cut their clothing off, cover them up and warm them gradually."

The women swiftly obeyed him and soon four naked men were wrapped in blankets and warming before the fire while sitting on the couch and loveseat. All the household staff showed up and offered to help as well.

"Mira, Sabra? Are you comfortable warming these men with your bodies?" Maddy asked, "They need it desperately."

"Yes, Maddy," they chorused, and immediately stripped down to cuddle up to two of the men. Maddy also joined them and together they held the shivering men close to their hot bodies. Abby quickly snuggled up to Alec, not surprised in the least when Rose joined her.

"So cold," he muttered between violent, shivering spasms. "I didn't think we'd make it alive. This storm ambushed us too far away from shelter." June slowly fed the men hot broth, and later a few bites of beans and ham hocks. It seemed to take forever, but eventually the men's shivering abated and they became more aware of the warm bodies that cocooned them in warmth. One of the men slowly nodded off and fell asleep pillowed on Mira's firm breasts. Abby noticed and got June's attention.

"Can you make sure the guest room is ready? I think we'll put these men to bed. You and Rose can sleep with me and Alec. Put a man each in your and Rose's room as well."

Maddy heard her quiet whispers and spoke up. "We three will sleep with the men and help them stay warm. I'll keep the fires up throughout the night."

It took awhile, but the women guided the men to their beds and tucked their warm bodies around them. They were all in poor shape. One man, the oldest, was wheezing as he struggled for air and Abby was more than concerned for him. Maddy noticed as well.

"I'll take care of him, Abby. There's a good chance I'll be up a lot thru the night and keeping a close eye on him."

As Abby led Alec to bed, he shuffled down the hall like an old man, stopping several times to cough violently. He put a hand on the wall to hold himself up, and Abby's heart went out to him as she struggled to bear his weight with an arm around his waist. Finally, she got him tucked in and was just snuggling up to his backside when Rose appeared and added her warmth to his front. He threw a big arm around her and sighed deeply. In seconds he was sleeping soundly and the girls began whispering.

"Oh, Abby. I'm so glad your man's back, but I'm sorry it had to be like this. We're lucky they made here at all." Rose said softly.

"I'll take him anyway I can get him, sweetheart," Abby responded. She slid an arm around his waist to rest it on Rose's hip. "Thank you for helping, you're the best friend ever."

June arrived and stoked up the fire in the stove, then quickly undressed and slid in behind Abby, cuddling her close to her front. Abby sighed in pleasure as the two bodies surrounded her in warmth and comfort.

In the wee hours of the morning, Alec let out a mighty shout and shot up bolt right, knocking a suddenly terrified Rose out of bed and onto the floor. Abby and June let out squeaks of surprise as he looked around frantically with blank eyes. Abby quickly knelt beside him and pulled his face between her full breasts.

"Hush, lover. It's okay, you're home safe with your Abby," she crooned as she petted his shoulders and stroked his long, dark hair. He clung to her until his breathing eased and he slumped into her embrace. Rose had scrambled up from the floor and she knelt at his other side, hugging him close. Eventually, they got him laid back down and he drifted off to sleep.

Come morning, the doctor allowed Maddy, Mira and Sabra to bathe the men, judging they were warmed enough by now. They took the men in and spoiled them rotten until the water cooled too much for comfort. June and Rose fixed a wonderful breakfast while Abby scrubbed a filthy Alec until he shone. She slid in the tub behind him and pulled him back between her widespread thighs, kissing his neck as he settled in with a deep sigh.

"I was afraid I'd never see you again, Angel. I've never been so cold in my life. Another hour or two would have killed us I think."

She ran her hands around him and caressed his furry chest with familiarity, grateful beyond words her man was safe.

"I love you so, Heavy. I thank God for you every day. My heart aches when you're gone."

"And I love you, sweetheart. How've Rose and June been doing lately, are they okay?"

"We're back to sleeping together, it just seems natural anymore. They have good attitudes though and work as hard as ever."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "That's good news. I'm sure you're the main reason for that, my strong, little beauty."

She giggled and nipped his shoulder, "If you say so, big man. Let's go get some breakfast."

As the company ate, Alec explained that Nathan had sent the four wagons full of cargo to help Abby in her quest to reinvigorate the plantation. There were barrels of salt pork, hundreds of pounds of smoked meats and bolts of cloth to make clothing with. There were also many other sundry items he'd thought might be of use to her.

Abby thanked the three men profusely for risking their lives to deliver her goods. They all nodded shyly and tried not to stare at her beauty. She'd already captured their hearts as she did most men, and Alec looked on with amusement at their plight. The two Mulatta maids noticed as well and felt the sharp pangs of jealousy as they were already taking a shine to their new charges. Their slight flirtations with the men grew more evident, and every time they approached one of them they caressed their shoulders or kissed their cheeks while giving them sexy smiles. By the time breakfast was over they'd secured the men's full attention and their confidence had returned.

Maddy confined her attention to the older gentleman who was quite sick and still not doing well. The doctor had given her a mixture of sweet almond oil and syrup of violets along with a plaster of candle wax, saffron, and nutmeg that she'd applied to his chest and belly in hopes of bringing him around. He'd simply wanted some honey and whiskey, but she prevailed much to his good natured disgust. She trundled him back to the guest room and installed him in bed, which he protested weakly but soon was sleeping comfortably with a warm blanket wrapped around him.

Overriding Abby's concerns, Alec made a short trip to the barn where Joseph had stored the wagons in order to bring in gifts that Nathan and Major Moore had sent for the ladies. The girls loved a good surprise and clapped their hands joyfully as their presents were revealed. Abby, Rose and June received black tricorn hats and small, intricate jewelry boxes with their names engraved on them.

Alec explained the gifts. "We got the smallest hats we could find and included a hat stretcher in case you girls need it. They're made of the finest beaver, and Abby's cockade is pink, representing the grade of field officer. Rose and June's cockades are gold indicating the rank of captain. Your jewelry boxes are filled with your first years pay, in gold, ac

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 10

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Wed, 15 Jul 2026 01:26:00 +0000

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 10

The men depart for war and Abby establishes her authority.

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"Do you still wish to make me happy, Maddy?" he asked.

"Of course, Master, always."

He laid on his back and tugged her head to his waist. "Suck me, Maddy. I would like that very much," he commanded. She looked at his still throbbing cock trapped in her small hand. It was covered in his thick cum and traces of blood from Sabra's destroyed pussy. She quailed at the sight but knew he wanted her to do his bidding. Daintily, she stuck her tongue out to sample him. He was warm and salty while she caught a taste of copper from Sabra.

He tugged her closer with a big hand entangled in her hair and she finally gave in. She desperately wanted to make him happy at any price so she opened wide and took him in her warm mouth. He let out such a groan of satisfaction that she was instantly gratified with her decision. He repaid her by swinging her hips over his face and introducing her to the joys of the sixty-nine position. When she felt his tongue plunge inside her she let out a joyful cry and redoubled her efforts to clean his cock with her eager mouth. For long minutes they enjoyed each other until she experienced a wonderful orgasm and he was again hard as a fireplace poker.

He pulled her up from his waist and spun her to face him. "Madeline?"

"Yes, Master?"

"I think you were rather mean to poor Sabra, weren't you?" She looked at him warily and saw steel in his eyes, but at the same time his lip quirked with humor. She lowered her eyes submissively.

"Yes, Master. I was jealous of her and I shouldn't have spoken so rudely." she admitted softly.

"What should your punishment be for such a sin?" She frantically thought for a few seconds.

"Um, a spanking, maybe?"

Sabra wanted so badly to join in and name a punishment, but figured keeping silent was probably her best choice because she hardly knew the General at all.

"How about you get the same treatment that you begged me to give her? A long, hard fuck?" She quickly looked up at him and he gave her a wink that surprised her greatly. She'd thought she was in serious trouble! She broke into a beautiful smile.

"Oh yes, Master. I'm sure I deserve that," she giggled in relief. His hard hand gripped a handful of her hair and steered her off the bed and onto her knees on the bearskin rug while she yelped in consternation.

"Spread yourself," he commanded in a stern voice. She immediately reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks open.

"Ah yes, beautiful, sweet Maddy. Hold yourself just like that. Sabra, help me find my way," he groaned as he crouched behind her and covered her hands in his, spreading her open to the point of pain. Sabra caught his prodigious length in her hand and steered him into Maddy's wet pussy. He lowered himself until he wedged his thickness just barely inside her and waited. He'd felt her tense up at first contact and held back until she relaxed. When she did so, he immediately powered down and buried himself to the hilt in one ruthless thrust. Her head flew back and she let out a guttural groan like he'd never heard before.

The breath was nearly driven from her lungs, so he waited a few seconds until she recovered, then withdrew only to drop his full weight behind his massive cock and he gutted her again, much to the delight of a vengeful Sabra.

"Fuck the little slut, Master. Have no mercy on her!" she whispered wickedly. He almost laughed at how the girls pitted themselves against each other and he counted himself lucky to have been matched with them.

He shook his head in amusement, then returned his full attention to Maddy. He gripped her ass and began forcefully fucking her, long deep strokes that pounded into the very darkest depths of her spasming pussy.

She was crying out continuously now, exhorting him to fuck her, to ruin her, to never stop what he was doing to her. He obeyed and gave her his all until he was near exhaustion. Sweating and panting with effort, he drilled her through a final orgasm that had her gripping his cock fiercely with her internal muscles and wringing the last orgasm of the night from him. She managed to stay on her knees when he impaled her a last time with a mighty thrust and came explosively deep inside her.

He threw his head back and concentrated on spurting as hard and deep as he could, obeying the age old instinct to impregnate a mate. She groaned in painful pleasure when she felt his cock bottom out inside her and flood her with hot cum. As he was jerking and shuddering his last, her knees gave out and she collapsed prone on the fur rug leaving him kneeling behind her, his cock still swollen and spitting ropes of cum on her ass and thighs. Sabra was on her knees beside him and she quickly bent and took his dripping cock head in her mouth to suckle him and lick him clean while he murmured his encouragement. Slowly, he tipped over beside Maddy and tugged her head over to rest on his furred chest while Sabra snuggled in on the other side.

"Ah, ladies. You've ruined me forever," he said in a voice still rough with passion. "I've never experienced anything like that before."

"Thank you, Master," they both chimed together, then giggled aloud. Sabra got up and went to fetch water and cloths to clean them with, and Maddy took the opportunity to talk with Nathan in private. She ran her hands gently up and down his body, soothing him until his breathing returned to normal, then spoke her heart.

"Will you stay with us longer, please?" she asked hesitantly, knowing a slave had no right to ask such a question.

"I can't, sweet girl. The war beckons and we have duties to perform. I'd love nothing better though. I promise to come see you any time I'm close to this area. Would that be ok with you?" She nodded her head rapidly and smiled a bit sadly.

"I'll miss you terribly, Master. No man has ever treated me like you do."

He looked down at her and kissed her forehead. "Ah, sweet Maddy. I'm so lucky to have found you. You love me even when I mistreat you a bit like this evening. I'm not sure I deserve you."

"Oh Master, I was jealous of you and Sabra and I needed to be punished. I have no claim on you and I'm only here to serve. Please forgive me." she begged as hot tears flooded her beautiful eyes.

"There's nothing to forgive, sweetheart. And another thing, when we're alone or with members of this family, call me Nathan. When we're around others, I'm simply General Greene," he said and hugged her to him tenderly. She felt a warm glow and the fluttering of hope in her breast, something she'd never experienced before as a plantation slave.

Sabra returned, and using a damp cloth gently cleaned Nathan's cock and balls until she was satisfied, then she and Maddy cleaned themselves. Sabra went to take her leave, but Maddy called softly to her.

"Sabra, come sleep with us, please." Nathan was pleasantly surprised and turned his head to Maddy. She looked at him with a tender smile and kissed him sweetly. "I love you, Master," she whispered.

Chapter 13

General Greene decided to take another day of rest before departing for his command, a decision the family was more than happy with. The recent combat had been hard on them all and Nathan judged they needed a respite before pursuing the war against the Crown. He soon asked Abby and Alec to meet him in George's study.

"I've got some bad news for you both. Alec needs to meet with my people, the ones he'll be corresponding with while fulfilling his duties here," he said gravely, while a frown of dismay crossed the young couple's faces.

He continued, "It'll help both him and my folks immensely if they can spend a few days getting to know one another and teaching Alec what my surveillance section is all about."

Abby glanced up at Alec and behind his frown she saw a glint in his eye. She suspected that this wasn't all bad news to him as he was a spy by trade and had been out of the loop for several months now. He was probably itching to get back to business.

"It doesn't make me happy in the least, but I can understand the reasoning," Abby said. "How would this work out, would he go with you tomorrow?"

"Yes, that's what I'd prefer. He can travel with us and return to the plantation on his own in a month or so," Nathan replied.

Abby pursed her lips and thought a moment. She really wanted to accompany the men, but knew the General would probably not allow it, also, she needed to stay and implement her plan on getting the plantation back up and making a profit again.

"I know you can handle it, dear Abby," Nathan said gently. "With good friends like Rose and June, you should have no issues keeping the plantation in line."

"She's just the woman for the job. She's smart and more than capable of managing it," Alec said confidently and gave her a reassuring wink. She smiled lovingly up at him and stuck out her little pink tongue.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, big man," she teased. He put an arm around her and hugged her close while she giggled happily.

Nathan looked at them fondly. "Well, that's settled then. Now I need to speak to George and William. If they're ready, I'll have them head south tomorrow and pursue the redcoats as hard and fast as possible. I want them pushed back to the sea and out of our country," he said with a determined look in his eye.

Abby and Alec took their leave and wandered arm in arm down the hall.

"I shall miss you terribly," Abby said sadly.

"And I you, Angel," he responded. "It's for the best though. I must admit I look forward to resuming my old billet in the Army. It's the most fulfilling thing I've ever done other than meet you, sweetheart," he added.

"I understand. I can't blame you for that. It'll be interesting to see you operate. It's undoubtedly so different than what I dragged you through the last few months," she said, and lovingly squeezed his thick bicep with her small, but strong hand. "I hope you'll be much safer this time 'round," she teased, remembering how she'd rescued him from a sure hanging just a few short months ago.

"Tell me about it. Thank God for angels," he said solemnly, then stopped and pulled her into his arms for a sweet kiss. "If it weren't for you I'd be long dead and in the ground," he whispered, and kissed her again, deeply and with all the sincerity he could muster. When they parted his eyes were a bit misty, and hers were moistened as well.

"I love you, Heavy," she breathed, and winked up at him with a tender smile. He gave her such a look of love that her heart clenched in her chest and she felt a tear leak out to trickle down her cheek. He kissed it away and gathered her in for another gentle kiss.

"There's a bedroom down the hall ya know!" a female voice said loudly and they quickly looked up to see Rose smiling at them and giggling into her hand from a few steps away. She squeaked in alarm when Alec suddenly lunged at her and caught her up in tight hug, then swatted her little ass until she laughingly begged for mercy. When he stopped, she squeezed him as hard as she could and pecked him on the cheek. He let her go and Abby grabbed her for a big hug as well.

"Nathan is stealing my man and sending father and William away! Whatever will we do?" Abby asked of Rose, with a sad expression. Rose's eyes widened in alarm.

"I knew it was coming, damn it! How long will they be gone, months and months?" she cried.

"He said Alec will be gone a month or so. He didn't give a time frame for father and William. I would imagine until the redcoats are defeated." Tears gathered in Rose's eyes as the bad news sank in.

"But we just found them! Damn it, that makes me mad as hell!" Rose sobbed and threw herself in Abby's loving arms. Alec joined them and gave them what little comfort he could. He heard the study door close and looked up to see George and William taking their leave of the General, and they both wore long faces. William looked at Rose in Alec's arms and he took a step towards them with a pensive look on his face, then stopped and nodded at Alec sadly. He turned and followed George down the hall, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his burden.

Just before lunch, while Alec was packing his clothing into a wooden travel chest, he was approached by George. "Son, I've a favor to ask of you and Abby. Will you accompany William and I at lunch, please? We'd like to speak to you two for awhile. Then afterwards I fully intend to drink the afternoon away and enjoy my last day here to the fullest!" he declared with a smile that somehow refused to reach his eyes. Alec noticed immediately and knew his future father-in-law was not happy in the least. However, he knew George was a professional and would fulfill his duties without complaint.

"I'd be more than happy to, George. Shall I request anything special from Maddy?"

"No, just whatever she has in mind for the day. I'll not inconvenience her in the least. She has plenty more than us to worry about."

Alec was continuously impressed with George's care and concern of his slaves. He was like no other man Alec had ever met when it came to respect for his laborers and he always treated them like members of his own family.

"As you wish, I'll hit her up for a bottle of nice wine though. I think you and William deserve it."

Conjugal Caring for June & Rose

Maddy served the four of them roasted chicken and rice along with a delicious white wine that had them all complimenting her until she blushed a dusky red and shyly left the room.

"How did you manage to keep Rose and June from being here with us?" Abby asked in curiosity.

"There's a poor widow staying in one of the slave cabins, and by chance she came by to ask for help with one of her sick children. I asked the girls to see what they could do. I resent doing that to them but William and I need a private conversation with you two."

"That seems rather serious, father. Whatever could be so secretive that you wouldn't include them?" Abby asked in concern.

George took a huge breath and let it out in a long sigh. He looked at the floor for several moments to harden his courage and William took the opportunity to get up and pour four stiff whiskeys in large glasses and hand them out.

George finally met their eyes and they both saw his were filled with tears. "Abby, Alec, you know I love you both deeply, I hope you realize that," he began. Abby gripped Alecs big hand in fearful anticipation of his next words, this was not like her father at all. They both nodded at George in agreement.

He continued, "William and I are departing tomorrow for who knows how long with the goal of defeating the British at all costs. We may never return as you both know how dangerous of an undertaking this is. Nathan seems to think we can do it in a matter of a year or so. I'm not quite that optimistic but stranger thi

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 9

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Tue, 14 Jul 2026 01:25:09 +0000

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 9

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

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

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!"

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 8

The dinner party continues..

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

For nearly an hour the guests chattered and enjoyed themselves. George and Nathan got on tremendously while Alec and the Major had plenty of life experiences to share, meanwhile the ladies listened closely to and fawned over their men, managing to flirt rather boldly as the brandy had it's effect on them.

Abby turned the oil lamps down until the room was dimly lit and went to sit on Alec's lap. The conversations quieted and grew more intimate as the partners whispered amongst themselves, questing hands began wandering into intimate places and quiet kisses were shared. When Abby judged her guests desires were roused enough, she signaled the maids and Maddy to leave. Their men looked surprised and disappointed to say the least, but Abby moved to a chair between them and chatted for a few minutes thanking them again for their presence at the plantation.

Soon, she rose and held a graceful hand out to Nathan. "May I see you to your quarters, please?" she asked quietly. He got up and held out his arm for her but she insisted on holding his hand, and led him down the long hallway to his room. "Nathan, may I please call you Uncle? I feel I've got to know you much better this evening and because of your relationship with Alec, you feel much closer to me."

She looked up at him with such a beautiful expression that she stole the remaining piece of his heart that wasn't her's already.

"Of course, dear Abigail. I'd be honored if you did."

"Thank you, Uncle Nathan, and you may call me Abby, please. Only my closest friends call me that." He blushed slightly at her intimacy and gave her his best smile. "Here we are, your quarters, Uncle. I hope you enjoy your evening. I understand you may have a guest. She's growing to be a good friend of mine and she's loyal to a fault. I trust you'll respect her wishes and treat her with the utmost kindness."

He looked at her with an incredulous look on his face when she smiled saucily and opened the door to reveal Maddy, sitting on the bed with her gown pulled partially down her torso, revealing a single, firm breast in the low light of an oil lamp. A groan of desire passed his lips as he gazed on the beautiful woman.

Abby rose to her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Good night, Uncle Nathan, sweet dreams," she said softly and gently urged him through the door.

June had the Major by his hand and was him leading to his quarters as well. She made small talk and flirted with him lightly until they reached his doorway.

"Major, here's your quarters. I understand you have a surprise inside. If you choose to accept, you must show kindness and respect. If you choose not to accept, there will be no hard feelings. Have we a deal?"

She gave him one of her patented sultry looks and he helplessly agreed.

"Yes, Ma'am we have a deal," he said weakly. She opened the door to reveal the two serving maids, naked and sharing the rug in front of the crackling fireplace.

June pulled him down for a hug and kissed his cheek. "Please take care of them, they're not nearly as experienced as a handsome man like yourself. Enjoy yourself, sir," she whispered with a sweet smile, then urged him across the threshold.

Abby met Alec in their room and he swept her into a tight hug. "My Lord, woman, you're exquisite tonight! Wherever did you ladies find the gowns and jewelry?"

"It belonged to the prior mistress of the house. Maddy hid the jewels from the British in a secret place. She's quite a loyal person I've discovered. I hope Nathan treats her well."

"Oh, he will. He's a very nice man, especially when it comes to the ladies. Given half a chance though he'll wear her out."

"I know another Greene that's the same way, and I badly need worn out, lover." she flirted audaciously. She sat him on the bed, then took her time disrobing. When she was naked, she sat on a stool in front of the mirror and brushed out her long, blonde hair. As she watched him in the reflection, he stood and undressed, his tall, muscular frame and huge, swinging shaft kept her attention as she finished with her hair. She turned and went to him, then pushed him down to sit on the bed. Kneeling between his legs, she rested her head on a strong thigh and sighed deeply.

"I love you so much it hurts, Heavy. I thank God every day for giving you to me." He ran his hands through her long curls and petted her smooth shoulders.

"And I love you, Angel."

She raised her head and took his big hands in her small ones, gazing up at him with beautiful blue eyes that were misty with emotion, such a sweet look that his heart melted in his chest.

"Alexander Greene, will you marry me?" she asked tenderly, as a hot tear rolled down her cheek.

He stared down at her in complete surprise. His little Angel had yanked the rug from under him yet again! She smiled tenderly at his stupefied expression and kissed his hands while she waited for his response. He swept her up in his strong arms and whirled her in a circle while she laughed delightedly.

"Yes, Angel! A thousand times, yes!" He nearly shouted in happiness.

He set her on her feet and lowered his head to kiss her passionately, so much that he stole the breath from her lungs. Panting, she broke away and pushed him back on the bed and leapt on top of him. She entwined her arms and legs around him and squeezed as hard as she could, while he chuckled in pleasure.

"I thought I was supposed to ask you," he protested with a loving smile.

"You're too slow, big man. I got tired of waiting. A girl needs some security ya know!" she teased and tugged him over on top of her. "Not now, I've been ready for you for hours. I need you inside me terribly bad. Please, lover," she whimpered.

"All the way tonight, slow and gentle, but I want every inch. Make love to me, sweet Alec," she whispered, then nibbled his earlobe until shivers ran down his spine. As tenderly as he possibly could, slowly but firmly, he pushed deep until she was gasping in painful pleasure. He stared down in her beautiful blue eyes with his steel grey ones and winced when she cried out in pain at his intrusion.

"No, don't stop, lover," she whispered. He groaned when he finally bottomed out inside her.

"Every time is like the first," she panted. "So long and thick, I love it."

She wrapped him in her arms and hooked her heels around him, then pulled him to her as hard as she could. He gave her what she so desperately wanted, and with unstoppable force, while she cried out in passion.

"Right there, stay right there and don't move," she grunted in a hoarse voice. She stared up at him and wept tears of joy as she exploded in an orgasm that bared her naked soul to him through her beautiful eyes.

For nearly a minute she shuddered and shook.

Slowly, she relaxed and unclenched her teeth from his shoulder. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry," she giggled. "I couldn't help myself.

She caressed his whip scarred back tenderly, then kissed his cheek. "Roll me over, please, big man," she commanded.

"Hmm, you're so damn sexy, I'd better keep you around," she teased. He ran his hands through her hair and framed her face with his hands, looking deep in her eyes.

"I love you, Abigail Durham, now and forever," he said softly, then kissed her until she was gasping for air. He cupped her head in a big hand and tucked it under his chin. Hot tears dripped on his neck and little sniffles reached his ears as she cried in happiness. Soon, he felt her breathing even out and in just a few minutes she dropped off to sleep, his thick cock still filling her completely. He gently caressed her back and flanks while she sank even deeper into slumber. In moments he followed her, and together they slept the long night away.

Maddy & the General

Meanwhile, in Nathan's room, he approached a more than shy Maddy and pulled her to her feet. He caressed her naked breast and tugged down her neckline to bare the other.

"You're absolutely beautiful, my sweet," he murmured softly.

"Thank you, Master. Please be gentle with me, it's been far too long since I've been with a man. May I undress you, please?" she asked tentatively.

"If you like, and yes, I'll be most gentle with you."

She opened his jacket buttons and removed it, then unlaced his undershirt, baring his furry chest. As she ran her fingers through his hair he caressed her naked shoulders and teased her hard nipples until she gasped in pleasure. He kicked his boots off, then she knelt and unbuttoned his tight trousers and slowly skinned them down his muscular thighs, watching with bated breath as she gradually revealed his mighty cock. As the fabric slid past his swelling head it popped free and tapped her on the chin. She giggled nervously, then removed his pants completely.

She exclaimed in surprise at his taste, a touch bitter and salty, but all man undoubtedly. He sighed and took her head in his hands, moving with her as she took as much of him in her hot mouth as she could and began sucking him as best she knew how.

"Ah, sweet Maddy, it's been so long for me. You feel wonderful," he said in approval of her efforts. He looked down at her and felt a rush of passion. Her large breasts were topped with chocolate nipples that begged for attention, and her gown had fallen low enough for him to see her slim tummy and cute bellybutton.. It truly had been weeks since he'd had enough privacy to masturbate himself and the long evening of watching the beautiful women in all their finery had him balanced on a hair trigger.

With a cry of passion, he lost control and loosed volley after volley. She swallowed and stroked rapidly, coaxing every drop of pleasure from his body. He shivered and shook until he'd jetted his last, then he pulled carefully free and tugged her back up to her feet.

"Oh, Maddy, I've never felt the like," he said weakly, then gathered her in his strong arms and kissed her deeply.

"Thank you, Master," she purred, overjoyed that he was pleased with her. He caught her up and tossed her squealing onto the bed, then followed her and worked her gown completely off her body, followed by her underclothes.

"Trust me, sweetheart. I'll be good to you, I promise." The kind general promised.

"What are you doing, Master?" she cried in shock, "It's not proper!" she protested in vain. He simply smiled to himself and resumed his love making. Slowly but surely, she relaxed under his tutelage and began to enjoy his ministrations. For long minutes he serviced her, leaving her dripping in his saliva and her own juices. When her hips began writhing in his grip and her soft cries were reaching a crescendo.

She twisted and turned, rolling her hips in his big hands, taking her to heights she'd only dreamed of. Finally, she weakly pushed him away, "Too sensitive, please Master, I can't take anymore," she begged. He took pity on her and slid up her body to take her in his arms, kissing her deeply and feeding her his tongue that tasted of herself. She pulled him close and eagerly sucked and licked her succulent juice from his face and mouth.

"Umm, Master. Thank you. No one has ever done that to me before," she purred..

"Oh my," she whispered, "I don't think you'll fit, Master. I want you to try, though."

He looked down proudly. The men in his family were blessed and his was one of the largest. Many a lady had fallen to his prowess and not a one had forgotten her experience.

She shrieked in pain and put a hand to his belly. He held still, allowing her time to adjust to him, and when she nodded her readiness, he continued his journey. She panted and shook, overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed completely full.

"Oh, Master," she quavered, " I can hardly believe it.”

He nodded and picked her ankles up.

Almost like she was reading his mind, she whispered up to him in a quiet but determined voice. "I'm yours, Master. Do what you want with me, just please do something, I'm burning up inside."

He groaned in relief at being cut free, but still felt concern for her.

"If it gets too bad, sweetheart, tell me and I'll stop immediately. Forgive me, but I must take you," he ground out between clenched teeth.

She gave him a beautiful smile and he felt her tense up slightly and brace herself beneath him. "I'm ready, Master."

With an animal cry he set himself free. She screamed in pain and pleasure that tore the breath from her small body time and again.

She hovered on the edge, but the pain he brought her was just enough to stave it off. He only last a few minutes. She watched his face and she adored him for it, overjoyed that she could provoke him to such a state.

She sank her fingernails and held him close as he fired inside her. The jumping and jerking finally pushed her into waves of euphoria.

Locked together, they shivered and shook until they wrung the last ounces of pleasure from each other.

"You're squishing me, Master," she finally murmured, as she bore his full weight on top of her. Quickly, he lowered her legs from his shoulders and skillfully flipped them over. She lay on his chest, panting for air and still shaking with aftershocks. Her fingers played in his crispy chest hair and caressed while he sighed in satisfaction.

"Ah, my sweet." he said weakly. "You bring out the beast in me, woman."

Maddy recalled another bit of advice June had given her. When she was satisfied, she worked her way up his body, nuzzling him tenderly until she reached his lips, then fed him her agile tongue, sharing a deep kiss.

Soon, they lay side by side and he played big spoon to her little. He tugged their blankets up and in minutes they slipped into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Major’s Maids

Meanwhile, in another room the Major was striving. Each girl carried his first two offerings while the oldest girl remained in a frenzy of passion. The younger urging him to completion. He sweated and panted above her.

She squealed in delighted surprise and stuck her pink tongue out hoping for a taste of him. He gave it his all, jerking until he collapsed beside her in exhaustion. The younger girl leaned over him, dragging her bosom across his sweaty chest and happily licking her girlfriend's face and tits clean of his thick, white cream, murmuring her pleasure.

"You girls are amazing, never in my life have I enjoyed such beautiful ladies as yourselves," he managed to groan as he watched their performance.

"Thank you, Master," t

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 7

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 12 Jul 2026 01:15:00 +0000

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 7

Abby holds a dinner and everyone cums. Abby proposes to Alec.

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Chapter 10

George went in the room the doctor was using for a theater in order to check on June's condition. She was now conscious but her pain was returning. The doctor gave her a bit more laudanum and proceeded to clean her wound and stitch it up neatly. George held her hand and kissed her gently as she dozed lightly.

"She'll be fine, George. The ball passed cleanly through and I cleaned a bit of material and dirt from it. She'll be on her game in no time."

After the doctor left, he stretched out beside June and placed a tender arm around her. He thought of how the events of the day had thrown his life sideways again. He'd been functioning on sheer hate and anger for months and suddenly his loving family was returned to him whole. His mind could hardly grasp his new situation.

He felt a presence and turned his head to find Abby standing at his side. She knelt and buried her face in his neck, sobbing quietly for awhile. She stank of blood and burned powder, but he'd never smelled a sweeter scent in his life. He made room for her and she laid down beside him.

"I love you, Papa, so much it hurts. I've hoped and prayed for so long to find you that it doesn't yet feel real to me," she said softly.

"Me too, dear Abby. When I heard the cry of 'Winston' today, I think my heart nearly stopped beating, then when I saw you I actually felt it stop for a few moments. We're truly blessed today, daughter. Your mother is rejoicing in heaven I've no doubt."

"Have you been okay, Papa? Is your health good and strong?"

"I sometimes wonder. I've been filled with thoughts of hate and violence for so long I sometimes don't feel human."

"I understand completely, I've felt the same for months but perhaps not as badly. I've had June, Rose and Alec to love and it's helped me considerably," she said quietly.

"So you're in love with this young fellow, Alec?"

"Yes, Papa. Terribly in love. We're as one now in every way but matrimony. I'm his and he is mine. I'll not be parted from him."

George heaved a deep sigh. His sweet daughter had grown up so quickly in her absence, he'd missed out on it and it saddened him greatly.

"As you know, sweetheart, such things these days are frowned upon, living together without the benefit of marriage and such, but as you've discovered I'm no saint myself. I trust your judgement concerning your man. I may work him over the coals just to let him know I'm not a pushover, but I'll accept him in our family because you wish it. Will you please tell me about him soon?"

"Of course, father. I promise, but right now I just want to get cleaned up and eat something, we're starving."

Maddy, the Octaroon

"There's an octaroon maid working in the kitchen by the name of Maddy. Let her know what you need and she'll make it happen. She quite good at it and runs a tight house. She'll also get the washroom ready for you to use."

Abby leaned down and kissed his forehead while ruffling his hair. "I missed you so much, father. I hope we can be together for awhile during this damned war."

"We shall, sweetheart. I swear it."

Abby went to fetch Alec and together they found Maddy working in the kitchens. She was quite an attractive woman of around 35 or 40 years old. Black of hair, a hair taller than Abby and a bit thicker. She had a full bosom that strained the confines of her blouse, to the point that Alec thought her buttons may fail at any time.

To say she was shocked at the sight of the couple would be an understatement. Alec was still naked from the waist up and covered in matted blood and the filth of battle. His wounded arm was weeping red that dripped slowly to the floor from his fingertips. Abby's shirt left little to the imagination as it was tied up under her firm breasts and her tight tummy peeked out between the shirt hem and her leather belt. Her golden head was wrapped in the remains of her shirt tails and her long locks were caked with dried blood.

"Oh, mercy sakes alive, Mistress! Wherever have you been! Come with me child and I'll fix you up in no time!" She tugged Abby down the hall leaving Alec in her wake. Abby stubbornly pulled her up short.

"Maddy, my man comes with me, always. If you need to make accommodation, then do it."

Maddy drew a breath to argue and Abby cut her short with a gesture.

"I'll not hear it, Maddy."

Alec walked up standing almost uncomfortably close to Maddy and put a thickly muscled arm on her shoulder.

"Please, Miss Maddy. We just want to get cleaned up and eat. We understand that you're the best lady in this house to make that happen. Would you do that for me?"

Maddy eyed him speculatively from head to foot. He shifted as if uncomfortable and adjusted the thick cock in his tight trousers with a big hand. Abby watched Maddy's nostrils flare as she took in his masculine scent of sweat and blood and her eyes fell to see the massive bulge protruding down his thigh. She audibly gulped and raised her now subservient brown eyes to meet Alec's.

"Yes, Master," she quavered. "I'll get right on it. Please follow me."

She spun and rapidly led them down the hall to a nearby washroom. Abby followed him and poked his tight ass with a sharp fingernail, giggling as he leapt in surprise.

"Naughty boy!" she whispered and caught up his hand to kiss his fingers.

She chuckled to herself. Her handsome man was learning to use his good looks to manipulate the ladies. She'd have to be on her guard, she thought with amusement.

Rose was already in a huge tub of steaming hot water and Maddy fluttered around her trying to shield her from Alec's sight. Her eyes bulged when he strode over and kissed Rose on the cheek. She caressed his thigh with a wet hand, then tugged him close to examine his wounded arm, innocently revealing her wet breasts to his admiring gaze.

"I didn't realize you were hurt so badly. Does it hurt much?"

"Like fire, but after I clean it we'll get the doc to look at it."

Maddy let out a horrified squeak when Abby stripped naked and slid in the tub with Rose. The girls started washing each other and Alec thought poor Maddy would faint dead away. To hide her embarrassment, she bustled about and prepared another tub for him. There seemed to be an unlimited supply of hot water and Alec asked her about it.

"Master Durham insists that we do it this way. Our soldiers seem to be constantly filthy, and we also serve the wives, widows and orphans. It's quite a job but it keeps us all clean and healthy." she stated proudly.

By the time his tub was ready the girls were squeaky clean. They wrapped towels around themselves and went to undress him. Maddy covered her mouth with a hand to cover her surprise at their actions. Abby struggled to pull his boots free and went ass over teakettle when one slid off suddenly. Rose was choking with laughter as the little blonde bounced right back up only to have the second boot do the same and she fell down again.

Alec was laughing too while trying to pull his tight trousers down. From long habit, Rose knelt and helped him, exposing his thick cock for their approval. Maddy couldn't have been more shocked as his manhood was revealed to her wide eyes. Her nipples stiffened and she felt a flood of wetness in her pussy as she saw her first naked white man in all his glory. Thankfully, he slid down in the tub and she fluttered her hand in front of her face as she flushed with heat.

Abby caught her eye and winked saucily. "He's something else isn't he, Maddy." she giggled.

"Yes Ma'am, he sure is, mercy sakes!"

Alec colored a deep red and slid further down in the tub. Admiring comments still embarrassed him, but deep down inside he was growing to love them. After they were clean, Maddy ushered them to the doctor's theater where he dosed both Abby and Alec with laudanum, then cleaned and stitched their wounds. William and Rose had found some clothing for them that would do for now and escorted Alec, Abby and June to dinner. George ensured that it was a simple affair and he watched his family fondly as they stuffed themselves with good food and wine, the best they'd had in months.

When they were finished, the companions could barely keep their eyes open so George showed Alec and Abby to their room. Alec looked at George in surprise, thinking that he'd demand that they sleep separately. As Abby turned down the sheets, George spoke to Alec in a low voice.

"The only reason I'm allowing this is that Abby's happiness is paramount to me and I hope it is for you. Take care of her or I'll have your guts for garters."

"Yes sir. Her well-being is my reason for living. She means the world to me."

George clapped his shoulder and smiled thinly, "Let's keep it that way, shall we?"

"Papa, are you hassling my man?" Abby teased, but Alec heard the steel in her voice and noticed she had George's full attention as well.

"Just man talk," he protested, but he didn't fool her for a second. She came to hug him and pecked his cheek.

"Good night, father. We'll see you in the morning," she said firmly. When he turned to leave he swore he heard his heart crack and break. He'd never dreamed he'd find his long lost daughter, only to lose her again on the same day. He retired to his room to find June waiting patiently in bed for him. She saw the tears in his eyes and winced in pain from her wound as she pulled his head to her breasts and comforted him while he sobbed his heart out.

Abby and Alec finally slid into bed and they both breathed huge sighs of relief.

"Finally, alone at last. I can't remember the last time," Abby said in an exhausted voice. "And in a real feather bed too, unbelievable."

He put his arm under her head and she turned to lay it on a thick slab of chest muscle. "Come, my love. Let me hold you," he urged while tugging her up to lay on top of him. She burrowed into his furry chest and inhaled his clean smell. She wriggled around until she got comfortable and before he knew it she was snoring lightly. He smiled gently and ran a hand over her back and shoulders, caressing her smooth skin while she slipped deeper into sleep.

In minutes he followed her, and together they slept completely through the night.

The following morning after breakfast, Alec asked George and William if he could speak with them in private. George showed them to his office, then closed the door and offered Alec a seat.

"I'll stand for now, sir. Thank you."

"As you wish, what's on your mind?"

"Gentlemen, I'll get right to it. During my time living with your women, I've become more than intimate with them if you take my meaning. I need you to know that up front. It's weighed on my soul heavily of late."

Alec noticed with surprise that neither man turned a hair at his statement and he was quite taken aback.

"Was this intimacy consensual or did you force yourself upon them?" William asked calmly.

"It was consensual and that's all I can say. However, all relations between myself and your women I take full responsibility for. All fault is mine alone. Please don't think less of the girls for my actions, gentlemen."

"Why did you sleep with our women? Was taking my daughter's maidenhead not enough for you?" George asked a bit combatively.

"I'll not say, other than I bear all responsibility," Alec said stubbornly.

William caught George's eye and nodded slightly. "Your story appears to match what Rose and June have told us, that it was consensual."

Alec started and blinked in surprise, while trying to not show his emotions.

"In fact, it seems that you may have not had a choice. Apparently, you were 'the rock they clung to in time of need,' if my memory serves correctly."

"Again, sir. I take full responsibility. I will say that it wasn't just sex. We've grown quite close over the last months and I love them all. Differently than I love Abby, but still love. Rose and June are amazing women and deserve all the respect you can give them. They saved my life more than once and I'd gladly die for them if need be."

George broke in, "What I find hard to believe is that Abby would share you. Was that a problem for her?"

"I'd rather not speak for her, sir. You can ask her if you like."

"There's no need, I'm right here," Abby's firm voice answered as she strode in the room and captured Alec's hand in hers. The men leapt to their feet as she stood before them.

"Yes, it bothered me, father. But I doubt you'd understand. We women were alone, afraid, and needed support. Alec met our needs and we did cling to him like a rock in a storm. He loved, protected and cared for us as a strong man should. I couldn't be with him intimately and deny my friends the same comfort and security. Every time Alec was with them, I was there also. It was the only way I knew that I could handle sharing my man. Until you find yourselves in a similar situation, I suggest you save your judgement for another time.” She paused. Neither George nor William made a response. So she pressed them; “Let me ask you, gentlemen. Did you save yourselves for Rose and June, or have you taken advantage of a few local women over the past months?" she asked brashly.

Both men reddened and looked down in embarrassment.

"I thought so," she said in a sharp voice, making them squirm even further.

"But we didn't know if Rose and June were even alive!" William protested.

"And we thought you two were dead after the first day of battle at Durham plantation. Why should it be different for a woman in that situation compared to a man? You needed solace and took it. So did your women. I see no difference," she said defiantly.

George shook his head in defeat and motioned Abby to him with open arms, then took her in his embrace and hugged her. "I'm sorry, it's just been very difficult for me to lose you to a strange man, then learn he's been with my June. Hopefully, I'll learn to live with it," he said softly in her ear.

She kissed his cheek endearingly. "I love you, Papa. I'm sorry for upsetting you so. It's the last thing I want to do."

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 6

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sat, 11 Jul 2026 01:13:00 +0000

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 6

Alec is shared a final time & an unexpected visitor shows up.

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The women puttered around cleaning each other up, then Abby packed a pipe for Alec and delivered a stiff whiskey to his side. He pulled her onto his lap and she snuggled deep in his arms.

"Are you okay, big man? We seemed to have wore you out."

"I'm good. I really enjoyed it. You're such a delicious little tart," he teased.

Abby got a serious look on her face. "Will you take me like you did Rose sometime? That looked amazing and must have felt even better from watching her reaction," she whispered quietly while peeking over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't overheard.

"I'd love to, but haven't yet because I don't want to hurt you. You're a different kind of special to me, much different than Rose and June and I want to keep it that way. It seems rather rude to treat the woman I love, like a harlot."

"Well, maybe she might want to be treated that way on occasion. You took me pretty hard in the forest the other day, but nothing like you did with Rose," she whispered and wriggled her eyebrows at him causing him to chuckle out loud.

"I never want to hurt you," he said seriously. "Even if you ask me to I may have difficulty doing it. You have no idea how precious you are to me, Angel." He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, robbing her breath for a few moments. He looked closely at her after he broke the kiss and her eyes had misted over with emotion.

"I love you too, Heavy. I thank God every day for delivering you to me, even though I had to drag you home with my horse!" she teased lightly to cover her emotions. She buried her face in the hollow of his neck and inhaled the warm aroma of sex coming from him, purring in satisfaction as his arms enveloped her and held her close.

A pair of slim arms slid around him and Rose kissed his cheek from behind. "Thank you, big man. That was an incredible experience, and thank you too, Abby for sharing your handsome stud. He's quite a piece of work."

"He sure is," June chimed in as she knelt before him and hugged his legs, then covered his knees with little kisses. "Thanks for spoiling me, Master. I'll never forget how well you take care of us."

He smiled down at her beautiful, dusky face and gave her a quick wink that had her blushing in pleasure. Abby's ears perked up at the title June addressed him by, but decided to ask him about it later. The current mood in the cabin was too good to bring to an end if the conversation became unpleasant.

"Is it too early to go to bed?" he asked. "I could use a nap at the least."

An intruder in the woods

Rose and June chose to cook a light dinner and while they did so, Abby and Alec crawled into bed. She rested her head on his chest, wriggling her nose like a rabbit when his crispy chest hair tickled her. In minutes he was sleeping and she spent her time with him caressing his broad chest, running her nails through his hair and listening to his strong heartbeat while she gazed at his handsome profile. She could feel herself falling ever deeper in love with him day by day it seemed.

She had just nodded off when June traced the hair back from her brow and kissed her forehead. "Dinner is served, Mistress, if you're hungry," she whispered quietly.

"Oh, June. Thank you, my sweet." Abby roused her man and the foursome had a delicious dinner together, enjoying a nice bottle of wine Abby had liberated from one of their caches. Alec insisted on doing the cleanup and almost had to spank little June to keep her from taking over his duties while the other two girls laughed in delight at the pair's antics.

When his chores were completed, Alec sat in his armchair and had another glass of wine while Abby sat at his feet. Rose started a nice fire in the stone fireplace and soon the evening chill left the cabin. Abby looked up at him and watched him as he stared into the flames, deep in thought with his brow creased in worry. She suspected his mind was on their upcoming journey and the troubles that would inevitably arise along the way, and she hated to see him like this. Glancing at her girlfriends she noticed that they too had fallen silent and were carefully watching him as well, picking up on his mood. She rose gracefully to her feet and offered him a hand.

"Come with us," she said softly. She led him to the bear skin that lay on the floor in front of the fire and pulled him down to lay on his back. Rose retrieved their pillows and together the girls surrounded him with their warm, naked bodies and soon drove all negative thoughts from his head with their kisses and caressing hands.

Their mood was slow and tender. Rose chose to simply lay on her side and caress anyone that came within her reach while Abby pushed June atop him. She rode with exquisite skill for nearly fifteen minutes while Abby kissed him and made love to his chest and hard belly with her soft lips.

The girls made it all about his pleasure this time and June left him gleaming with sweat and panting lightly. June slid off him and laid beside him while Rose licked him clean of his and June's combined juices.

He pulled Abby up over his mouth with her facing his feet and she watched Rose, until she soaked his face and chin in her sweet juice.

When Abby recovered her breath she slid off his face and straddled his hips while Rose slid to the side to accommodate her. Abby wedged his thick head in her pussy and tenderly took him deep inside her. He groaned as her tightness squeezed him in her hot, wet tunnel while he looked up at her beautiful blue eyes that were staring down at him intensely. For several minutes she worked above him, her sweet breasts gleaming with perspiration from the warm fire in her loins.

She lowered herself to his chest and whispered in his ear. "Just relax.”

Slowly, they wound down and with happy little sighs of completion, the foursome snuggled together and dozed off lightly by the fire. Sometime later as the room chilled, June roused them up and got them all into bed, then tucked them in warm blankets and together they slept like the dead.

The following morning, Abby was sitting on the porch swing drinking her coffee when she noticed her horse lift her head and look into the forest, then resume browsing in the grass. Abby continued watched her from the corner of her eye and the mare repeated her actions twice more in just a few minutes. Abby casually finished her coffee and strode inside the cabin.

"We may have company," she announced calmly, catching everyone's attention immediately. She explained what she'd seen and quickly outlined a plan for the group.

"I'll take my rifle and slide out the back window, then circle around in the forest in the direction my mare was looking. Rose and Alec, you two standby inside with your rifles and watch carefully out front. June, give me ten minutes then take a bucket of water and go out on the porch and wash up. Don't be afraid to show a little skin sultriness. If someone's out there we may need every advantage. Leave the door open though, so you can run inside if the shooting starts, sound good?"

"No it doesn't sound good," Alec growled. "I don't want you out there alone, sweetheart. I'm coming with you!"

"Lover, you can't fit through the back window with that big body of yours. Besides, I can handle myself, you know that. If you hear a shot, come running though," she said reasonably.

He was red in the face and getting angry, so she quickly pulled him down and smothered him in hot kisses until his broad shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Damn it, Angel. How come you always seem to win these difficult arguments?" he grumped.

"Get used to it, big man!" Rose exclaimed while stifling laughter. "I don't believe I've ever won a tussle with her in all these years."

"Time's a-waisting, is everyone good?" Abby said in an urgent voice.

"I'm good, damn it to hell!" Alec grumbled and picked up his rifle.

Abby pulled him down to whisper in his ear. "I love you, Heavy. Lots and lots."

He squeezed her until her little ribs almost cracked. "I love you too, Angel. Come back safe."

She slid out the back window and he handed out her rifle and rapier along with her powder horn and bullet pouch. She kissed his big hand, then turned and disappeared in the forest like a puff of smoke.

She started making a careful circle around the clearing and in just a couple minutes picked out the shape of a horse tethered to a tree about 50 yards away from the cabin. It's ears were perked up and it was looking at the west side of the clearing. Abby carefully eased in that direction with every sense she had available on high alert.

The sun was just rising in the east and she cupped her hand over her brow to shade her eyes. For nearly five minutes she stood completely still and listened while her eyes swept the area in front of her. Finally, she saw a small movement at the edge of the clearing between her and the cabin. She thought she could see a man lying prone on the ground, and like her, he had his hands covering his eyes as he looked directly east into the sunrise.

She heard the cabin door squeak open and the faint sound of June singing to herself as she began her morning ablutions. The man's head rose slightly and Abby knew he was watching June intently. Before she moved towards him she again scanned her surroundings for any danger but couldn't pick up any other signs that bothered her.

June's voice rose high and sweet in the morning air, drowning the tiny sounds of Abby moving in on the unsuspecting stranger. As she got closer to him, June came into view. She was naked from the waist up and was rinsing herself down with a wet rag. Her dusky breasts were high and firm on her chest and her dark nipples stuck out as hard as diamonds from the cold water.

Good ol' June, Abby thought to herself, the man didn't stand a chance. As she slid to within 20 feet of him, June dropped her skirt and raised a bare leg to the top of the porch handrail, exposing her shaven pubis to the world. Humming energetically, she dipped her rag in the bucket and took her time wiping herself clean.

Abby heard a gasp from her target and he shuffled uncomfortably on his belly as his burgeoning cock tried to find room in his trousers. In a few silent steps she was directly behind him and she poked the barrel of her rifle to the back of his neck. He stiffened immediately and a stream of curses left his mouth as he let his face fall in defeat to the forest floor

"You fucking got me you bastard, son of a bitch!" he complained. "Someone finally got the drop on ol' Duncan Yates, damn you to hell!"

The tension left Abby's body and a smile came to her face. "Mister Yates? I'm so sorry! I'm Abigail Durham!"

The man rolled over and a look of surprise came over his craggy old face.

"Mistress Durham! What in the fuh I mean what in the world are you doing here?"

She offered him a hand and pulled his slight frame to his feet. She gave him a big hug while he stuttered for words to say to the blonde beauty.

"I hope you don't mind too much, sir. We've had use of your cabin for several months. I read your note and figured you may never return," she said tentatively.

"Of course I don't mind. I didn't think I was coming back either. This war's been hell on this old man, but I've survived so far."

"Can I welcome you back to your cabin then?" she asked a bit sheepishly. "I have three companions with me as well."

"I've met one of them from a distance," he quipped. "You're just like your father, a devious young lady when need be. That show on the porch was for my benefit wasn't it?"

She lowered her eyes and giggled. "Yes sir, it was, and worked quite well in fact."

He laughed uproariously and clapped a hand to his knee. "Well, you snookered this old man fair and square, young lady. I'll be telling stories of this til the day I die."

She took his arm and tugged him towards the cabin. "Shall we?"

"Coming in, June! All's well!" she called out and together they approached the old man's cabin. The three companions met them at the porch and Abby made introductions all around. Duncan's eyes were wide in astonishment as he took in the three beauties all standing together, along with the tall man beside them.

"My word, man. Have you been living under my roof with these three young ladies? You're the most fortunate man in creation!" he exclaimed in wonder. The girls all blushed at his words and Alec's chest puffed out a little. He was proud to have them and wasn't afraid to show it.

"You look hungry and tired, sir. May I make something for you to eat?" June asked politely.

"I'll not turn down a good meal, Miss June. My thanks to you indeed."

She blushed at his words, rarely had anyone ever addressed her as Miss and she thought it was quite wonderful. They went inside and he exclaimed at how clean and well kept his cabin was and was equally surprised at the large bed Alec had built. He didn't mention their sleeping arrangements of course, but Abby saw the wheels turning in his wizened head and knew he suspected the truth.

While he ate, the companions answered his many questions about how they'd survived and continued taking the battle to the enemy. He informed them he'd been up north and knew that George was alive and well and giving the redcoats hell.

"In fact, he and his militia are steadily moving south, in this direction. Do know of Blenheim Plantation, Abby?" he asked.

"I've heard of it but I'm not sure where it's at."

"It's maybe three day's ride north of here. I've heard he intends to stop his drive south there to resupply and rest his troops. They've been on a real tear lately."

"That's wonderful!" she cried out. "We were just planning on heading north tomorrow to see if we could find him." She quickly filled him in on the letter she'd found from her father, and how she'd thought he was dead these long months.

"Well, I can assure you he's alive a thorn in the redcoats ass! Whoops, sorry, ma'am. I'm not used to being around such lovely ladies," he apologized with a red face.

She giggled and waved it off. "Don't worry Mister Yates, I've heard much worse. By the way, we have quite a lot of food and supplies at various caches around here. If you're staying home you're welcome to them. We had an excellent garden this year and all the produce is in a cool cave just a short distance from here."

His eyes misted over and he clasped her hands in his. "Oh thank you, Mistress. I really didn't know how I was going to feed myself this coming winter, a man can't live on venison alone you know."

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 5

Abby field-trains the soldier, and shares him

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Alec awoke to find Abby gone from the bed. He peered around and saw her seated at the fire and writing on a piece of parchment using a tiny bottle of ink and a quill. He slid out of bed managing to not awaken Rose and June.

As he approached her he saw a tear fall from her eye to stain her paper.

"Oh, my sweet Angel, what's wrong?" he asked softly and knelt to gather her in his warm embrace. She clung to him like a limpet and sobbed quietly.

"I was hoping to find a message from father here, but there was nothing. I'm writing one for him in case he comes here. I wish I'd thought of it earlier and left one yesterday at the other cache." she said as she sniffled in his shoulder.

He picked her up and took a seat on the log, then cradled her close and rocked her until her sobs quieted and she hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, lover. I needed that," she whispered, and kissed his neck sweetly.

"Can I make you some coffee?" he offered.

She nodded, then climbed off his lap to help him put coffee on and start breakfast.

"Are you ok after last night? You realize I'm happy to be with only you, Angel," he said softly while glancing at the two slumbering beauties.

"Oh, I'm fine. I dearly love those two and I couldn't bear to be intimate with you and deny them the same while we're all living together. This life on the run is hard on a woman and they need you nearly as bad as I do. They just don't want to admit it," she answered quietly. "June loves my father and Rose loves William as well. We just don't know if we'll ever see them again and the girls cling to you for comfort. We can continue on if it's ok with you. Besides, I've discovered I kinda like watching you pleasure those little tramps, you're so damn sexy it kills me," she said, giggling behind her hand.

He snatched her up and whirled her in a circle while she yelped in surprise, then he kissed her until she was gasping for air. Her mood lightened, she dog piled her two sleeping girlfriends, yanking on their blankets and laughing gleefully until they claimed she was freezing them to death. They ended up snuggling naked under the covers while Alec shook his head in mirth and continued fixing their breakfast.

Over the next two days they visited the remaining caches and none yielded any clues of George and Williams' fate, but Abby left a message at each place in the faint hope of them finding it.

The final cache was located fairly close to the old plantation and they had to cross a major road to get there. Under Abby's careful guidance, they slipped safely across and approached the cave, which in reality was more of a limestone overhang that was large enough to shield their supplies from the elements. By now it was old hat for them and they compared Abby's inventory list to the amount of supplies while she searched for her message rock.

She searched and searched to no avail, and was rapidly losing patience when she remembered it was a piece of limestone shale that slid in the wall like a book in a bookshelf, rather than a piece on the ground.

Alec happened to glance up when she pulled the rock free and reached in to pull out a small leather pouch. He leaped up to catch her when she staggered and nearly fainted. Her shaking hands reached in and pulled out a letter with her name written on the parchment in her father's hand.

He lowered her gently to the ground and held her while she sobbed in joy. June and Rose came running at the sight of the couple huddled together.

"A letter from father!" Abby cried happily. June threw herself in her arms and broke into tears. Rose knelt to hug them all, crying in joy.

"Did you read it yet? How is William?" Rose begged.

"I can't bear to read it. Please, Alec." Abby held the letter out to him in trembling hands while tears ran down her beautiful face.

He opened it up and began reading.

Dearest Daughter.

I hope you escaped safely and that this letter finds it's way to your lovely hands. Isaac and the slaves fought valiantly at the plantation but we were overwhelmed and many were killed that fateful day. William, Isaac and I were captured by the redcoats and imprisoned for nearly three months.

We managed to escape while they were moving us between towns to another holding area for colonial prisoners. Isaac gave his life for ours in the escape attempt. He was courageous beyond words and took many redcoat lives during the effort. He was a true friend and warrior.

William was and continues to be quite sickly as his wounded arm hasn't healed in the least and I fear for his life. I'd hoped to search our caches and camps for you, but we're being driven steadily out of this area by patrols and I don't want to bring any redcoats to your area if you're fortunate enough to be alive and living in the hills.

Our plan is to head north by west where we've heard a militia is building. Mayhap we can secure a physician capable of helping William with his arm enabling him to survive. If you're able, and I know you have the courage, head northwest and search for any Continental soldiers or local militia. You should be safe with them.

I pray you still have your two charges with you. If so, hug and kiss them both for me.

Your loving Father.

Alec looked at Abby and she had tears of joy running down her face. He knelt to embrace her and all three women flung themselves in his open arms. Sobbing happily, they all collapsed on the ground and hugged each other tightly.

Collecting themselves, they stood up and knocked the dirt off their clothing.

"What's the date on the letter?" Abby asked curiously.

"The eighth of July, nearly three months ago," Alec stated.

Abby's face fell a little.

"I was hoping it was later. I hope the men are still ok," she said with a worried frown.

"Was there anything else in the pouch?"

She quickly dug inside it and let out a whoop of excitement, then pulled another letter out. With bated breath the companions watched as she quickly opened it with fumbling fingers. This time she had the courage to read it aloud herself.

Dearest Daughter.

I've sent this message with a trusted man in hopes he finds our cache to leave it for you. William and I have secured safety in the north with a local militia. We have employed a physician and he successfully tended to William and he's on the mend, although still somewhat frail. The militia leaders have elected me as their leader since the former one was killed in action. I still don't know why, apparently they see something in me that I don't, but I accepted gratefully as it will allow me to fight the British even more efficiently.

I have high hopes of this letter finding you as word has spread far and wide of a guerrilla force in the general area of our plantation. This gives me far more hope than you can imagine that you are alive and fighting to survive along with your companions. As I mentioned in my first letter, if you're able, head north by west and search for any friendly troops, Continental or militia, and they'll send you in my direction. It's easily a week's travel to reach our area of operations in normal times, so it will probably take much longer as you'll be avoiding the main roads, so plan accordingly.

If you come in contact with any militia, they've been given a code word to recognize you by. The word is your mother's maiden name.

Good luck, my sweet daughter and Godspeed.

Your loving Father.

"The date is only three weeks ago!" Abby cried happily. "They must still be alive and well!"

"Will we leave right away to find them?" June asked excitedly.

Alec held up a hand. "I know it easy to get excited but we simply cannot go off half cocked. Moving such a distance safely while avoiding major thoroughfares takes some planning and lots of supplies. We need to take our time and act deliberately."

Abby sobered up quickly and agreed with him. "I'll think on it awhile. We may have some maps that cover areas to the north. I'll have to check. We also need to readdress our stock of food supplies. It could take us two weeks or more to get there. I hate to admit it now but we may need another horse or two to carry cookware and supplies."

She looked at Alec ruefully and he winked at her with a secret smile. She hadn't told the girls how many horses she'd killed in her fight with the redcoats, knowing they'd be surprised and disappointed in her.

She thought for a moment then threw him a saucy grin with a hint of mischief in her eyes, and he could see her wheels turning.

"Abby...."

"Yes, dear?"

"That's not a good idea."

"I haven't spoken a word, big man. Mind your own," she giggled, happy with the fact they'd grown close enough that he was reading her mind already.

"Unless you've got a ready supply of horseflesh somewhere it's the only way to get a couple."

"What ever are you two railing on about?" Rose asked with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

"Hunting redcoats," Abby answered, while Alec shook his head at her bluntness.

"We are? When do we leave and can I shoot one?" Rose asked blithely, and Abby broke into delighted laughter.

"I can't shoot for shit but I can reload like a frontiersman!" June piped up boldly.

"Looks like you're outvoted, soldier boy!" Abby teased, and flung herself in Alec's arms, kissing him all over his face until he dissolved in laughter.

"Ok, I surrender to you lovelies. It'll cost you each a hug and a kiss though."

Happily, the girls lined up to kiss him deeply and give him the firmest of hugs as requested. They decided to make up some lunch and decide on a plan forward. June made coffee and Abby packed a pipe for Alec, then they got down to the business of planning the next stage of their newest adventure.

After securing pack horses, they would return to two different caches and gather needed supplies, then rest up and eat well for a few days before setting off on their journey north.

Abby stressed the need to travel slowly and avoid redcoats at all cost, as they'd be burdened down with gear and she didn't want to risk losing her friends or supplies foolishly. They also needed to find fresh water along the way for both them and their livestock.

By the time they'd cemented a solid plan, night was falling quickly. Alec lit a fire and again fashioned a bed of pine boughs for them to sleep on. They spitted the tenderloins from Rose's buck over the fire and supplemented it with a few carrots and a loaf of bread.

The girls celebrated by breaking out the whiskey and enjoyed a cup each, chattering away about the revelation that their family members were still alive.

Alec smiled to himself and enjoyed watching the already beautiful women come to life and almost glow with joy. They were like completely different women and he found himself wishing he'd known Abby before the war changed her, certain that she'd steal his heart even then.

Abby noticed him watching her and she gave him the most beautiful smile he'd ever received and his heart melted in his chest. She came to him and held him tenderly in her arms.

"You look tired, my sweet. Let me tuck you in bed. Would you mind if I stay up with the girls for awhile?"

"Of course, Angel. Take your time. I understand how happy you are and I want you to enjoy it."

She helped him out of his clothes and tucked him under the blankets while June and Rose couldn't help but watch as his hard, muscular body was revealed. They now had a dilemma. Their true loves were alive while they were in the company of a willing, handsome young man. What to do?

Abby kissed him and smiled tenderly as he wriggled around like a small child until he got comfortable and in minutes he was snoring quietly.

He awoke sometime later to Abby pulling his arm over her while she snuggled her cool back to his warm chest. He kissed her hair, then was almost asleep when June slid her arm around his waist and cuddled her breasts against his broad back. She whispered a sweet nothing and kissed him between the shoulder blades, then dropped off to sleep with Rose warming her backside.

Chapter 8

The following day they set off to return to their cabin. When they arrived, Abby put Rose and June to work gatherings supplies for the ride north while she and Alec put their heads together and planned a trip to hunt for a couple of pack horses to use on their journey.

In the morning they departed and headed for a nearby thoroughfare that Abby knew had a steady traffic of the hated redcoats. When they arrived, they hid at a well concealed vantage point and waited for the right targets. Surprisingly, traffic was quite heavy compared to the recent past and Abby was pleased. She was beginning to worry that there wouldn't be a large enough gap between parties for them to strike the enemy without endangering themselves beyond their level of comfort.

Finally, a proper group of soldiers showed themselves. Four were marching while a fifth drove a wagon pulled by two large horses. The wagon was heaped with supplies and covered with a cloth tarp.

"We can take them," Abby whispered. "You shoot the driver and I'll kill two with my rifles, the other two we'll have to cut down with our swords. Just make sure they've fired their rifles first."

Alec nodded in agreement. "Watch for pistols though, foot soldiers rarely carry them but you never know!"

He watched her closely as the men approached. She stared at them like a cat stalking it's dinner, while her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the bright sunlight mesmerized him. With an effort, he broke his gaze from the petite blonde beau