Daughter of the Revolution: Part 14

In the militia encampment.

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In bed that evening, Abby lay with her head on Alec's well-padded shoulder and gave him her most loving gaze while she ran her fingers over his hairy chest. "Will you do me a huge favor, sweetheart?" she asked with a flirtatious smile. He looked at her with a knowing smile.

"I knew you were up to something. What do ya need, Angel?" he asked as he hugged her close.

"I want you to come with me and Rose first thing in the morning. Some scouting needs to be done on the redcoats and I need you to help us get through our lines and past the sentries, both coming and going."

He quirked an eyebrow at her words, but he wasn't surprised in the least. He closed his eyes and thought for a few moments while she rustled with impatience. "Please, Heavy!" she implored, "think how fun it would be. Just like old times, sneaking through the woods with your favorite girls!"

Heaving a deep sigh, he answered her. "I'd love to, but I have to tell Nathan. It's his battlefield and we must respect that."

"Whatever it takes, I'm working on an idea that you both might like, I just need to spy on the redcoats a bit before presenting it to you and Uncle Nathan."

"I'll see what I can do. I'll speak to him now so we don't rouse him to early in the morning. Be right back," he answered as he rose from their bed. She tugged him back down and kissed him deeply.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're the best boyfriend ever!"

Alec awoke to two, warm female bodies sliding next to his. "Wake up, soldier boy!" Rose whispered while Abby tickled his ribs. "It's time to rise and shine."

Reluctantly, he got up and the three conspirators dressed in silence, then slipped out of the tent. The sentry was expecting them and confirmed the password of the day so they could return to the lines safely without getting shot. Abby led them silently through the forest until they were observing the redcoat sentry posted in the trees. He was out cold and sleeping deeply. Led by Abby, the three spies worked their way through the trees until they could see the slumbering camp of the enemy. They nestled in close to the wet forest floor and waited for the sunrise.

Despite their warm clothing, the girls were shivering in short order and snuggled in close to Alec's warm bulk with grateful sighs. It seemed to take forever until a sentry approached the command tent, which was markedly larger than the others and flagged with the regiments colors. He roused the men within and returned to his post while rubbing his cold hands together to warm them from the night's chill. She watched with interest as a man came out of the tent and pulled a white wig over his head, then scratched himself and pissed in the dirt behind his canvas dwelling. Alec whispered that he was the general and the second man whom had emerged was probably his colonel.

A trumpeter blew reveille and the soldiers began stirring and rising from their sleep. Abby watched attentively as the officers shouted out commands and herded their charges into a loose formation. Grunts and groans filled the air as many a man paused to hurriedly empty his bladder before lining up before the command.

Sergeants called out name after name and the still morning air was broken by shouts as the sleepy soldiers answered in reply. Abby counted over 300 men in the formation, much more than she'd imagined there would be, while Nathan was lucky to have 150 left, even counting his recent reinforcement of Alec's company.

She turned her attention to the cannon on the front line. She counted fourteen, well dug into the bulwarks that partially shielded them from Nathan's field pieces. She knew Nathan had ten cannon that were inferior both in range and projectile weight to the redcoats, but she was undaunted. Her plan was coming together in her head, and what she saw increased her confidence ten-fold. The formation took nearly a half hour to serve its purpose and after the officers dismissed the men, they herded themselves towards several mess tents where they were served their breakfast. It wasn't until the men finished eating that the sentries were relieved with new ones and the night shift went to eat and go to sleep.

With alert sentries now on guard, the three spies were exceptionally careful while retreating to a safe distance and then returning through their own lines. They met with Nathan at his tent and he quizzed Abby over what they'd witnessed. She filled him in over breakfast and he asked her a few more questions.

"I highly respect your intellect and combat experience, and I'd like to know what you're cooking up. Would you mind sharing with me?"

"I need to speak plainly, Uncle, please don't be offended," she answered carefully.

"Speak your mind, my dear. I'm eager to hear your opinion." he returned. Abby gave him a grim smile and leaned in along with Alec and they plotted well into the morning.

Abby was able to convince Nathan of her plan and she insisted that he reduce his casualties as much as possible during the day. It pained her greatly to see men's lives wasted using traditional tactics when it wasn't necessary, and she told Nathan as much. He inferred that her ideas were most ungentlemanly, but he was desperate since having lost so many soldiers fruitlessly fighting the redcoats. She quizzed him on the powder charge used and diameter of the enemies cannon, easily available information since Nathan had captured more than one in the years prior. She immediately set the ladies in the camp to sewing up cloth bags full of black powder and grapeshot in the proper quantities to suit her needs.

June approached her with a determined look on her dusky face. "Abby, there's no way you're leaving me behind. Whatever you're up to I'm tagging along," she said firmly. Abby smiled and pulled her in for a sweet kiss and a tight hug. "Of course you're coming with us. I'd have it no other way. Would you mind watching Major Moore's back and reloading his rifle and pistols for him? I know of no person who can do it better or faster," she flattered. June unconsciously pushed her firm breasts out in pride at her owner's words. She knew she was good, but not exceptional, and Abby's words meant the world to her. She kissed Abby's red lips and sighed happily.

"Thank you, Mistress. When are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning, early. Quite awhile before sun up," Abby responded, before running her fingers through June's hair. "Can you supervise the ladies while they're doing the needlework? It needs to be done right."

"Of course, Abby. I'll get right on it. What's Rose going to do?"

"She'll be with me tomorrow. She scouted out the redcoat camp with me and she'll be helping me in my role. I gotta say, June. We're really hanging our little behinds out on this operation. I sure hope and pray it works because if it doesn't, we'll probably all end up dead," Abby said worriedly.

"I know you can do it, Mistress," June said confidently. "You and Alec are brilliant at this business and I have full faith in you two." She kissed Abby's cheek softly and hugged her again reassuringly before scampering off to help the seamstresses. Abby had chills down her spine as she watched her friend depart. This was her biggest and most audacious plan yet and she was almost frightened at the scope of it, yet the fact that she had the full support of Alec and Nathan boosted her confidence greatly.

Rose finds a match for General Greene.

Meanwhile, Rose had struck up a conversation with one of the camp followers, a widow of just over forty years old who'd lost her husband long ago to a vile sickness. As the two sewed up black powder in linen bags, they discussed Rose's favorite topic, men.

"There's few things in life better than a tongue on my clit or a thick cock buried inside me," Rose was saying, while the woman, Sarah, blushed slightly at her words, not used to such salty language from a lady like Rose.

"It's been years since I've had a man," Sarah whispered, "I really loved it though and I miss it terribly." Rose leaned back and perused her new friend's body with a speculative eye. Sarah was tall at nearly five foot eight, with long brown hair and eyes to match. She was slightly on the heavy side, curvy really, with an hourglass figure to die for. Her hips were wide and her breasts were heavy and sagged slightly, but her cleavage was immense and firm, while her nipples, hardened from Rose's words poked small mountains in the fabric of her bodice.

"Did your husband lick you?" Rose asked with a sparkle in her eye.

"What? My goodness! Never!" Sarah exclaimed in surprise, "I've never heard of such a thing!"

"You should try it," Rose giggled. "It feels wonderful when you cum on a hot tongue, then take the man inside you." Sarah blushed furiously and Rose put an arm around her. "We need to find you a man, a good one that'll take his time with you and treat you right. I bet there's an animal inside you that needs set free, my dear Sarah," she whispered with a sexy smile.

Sarah blushed even deeper and looked at Rose closely. "Can you help me find one? I'm not getting any younger and I'd like to experience a man again before I get too old."

"Do you want just sex, or a relationship as well?" Rose asked. Sarah thought a few moments before answering.

"I really need a man inside me, if it turns into something more, that's fine with me, but I'd kill for a long night with a man in my bed," she said wistfully.

Little did she know that Rose was many steps ahead of her and her auburn head was turning over an idea, that if it came to pass would more than satisfy Sarah's cravings. Rose decided that action was better than hopeful wishing and pulled Sarah to her feet.

"Come with me, honey. I've a wonderful idea." She led Sarah to Nathan's tent and sweet talked the sentry into letting them enter. He knew of her and Alec's group, and between that knowledge and her flirty nature he was more than willing to humor her. Since Nathan was on the battlefield, she and Sarah had the run of his living area. Together they cleaned it up nicely and washed all his dirty laundry along with his bedding, all of which needed it badly.

While they worked, Rose kept Sarah occupied with stories about Nathan, how he was a general and famous for killing the redcoats, as well as how he looked naked. She explained how well hung he was and how she'd heard Maddy's voice echoing down the hall as he'd pounded her to glory. By the time the women were finished cleaning up his tent, both of them were well aroused and their little pussies ran with sweet juice as they fantasized about him.

After they finished up with his laundry, Rose decided something needed to be done about Sarah's appearance. She took her to her tent and trimmed her hair to more suitably frame her face, then together they washed up using rags and warm water. Sarah was agog at the sight of Rose's shorn mound. Rose explained how much her husband loved it, especially when he was performing oral sex on her. Sarah was intrigued, so much that she asked Rose how it was done. Rose fetched a bucket of hot water and showed Sarah the intricacies of shaving her armpits, legs, and mound. When they were finished, Sarah slid a soft hand between her thighs and stroked herself gently.

"Oh my," she exclaimed, "so soft and smooth, I love it!" Rose then found a blouse that was a touch too large for herself and asked Sarah to put it on. It was a struggle to lace it over her bountiful tits, but giggling, they were just able to get the job done. Her nipples pushed proudly through the nearly sheer material while her areola were almost visible at the deep V of the neckline. Next, Rose found a nice skirt that clung tightly to Sarah's curves, accenting her bottom in all it's full firmness.

Rose backed off a few steps and said, "Let me see you, turn around for me."

Obediently, Sarah raised her arms and spun about, giggling like a teenager. Rose watched with growing lust as she took in the sight of the older woman. Just the few changes they'd made to her appearance had made a huge difference. When she stopped twirling, her breasts swung heavily in their tight confines, drawing Rose's eyes like a bee to honey. Her skirt fell nicely around her shapely legs, tempting Rose's eyes and clever hands. Her brown eyes sparkled with what Rose fancied was a slight invitation, so she slid closer to Sarah and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Fascinating," she murmured softly, "what a difference, you're absolutely delicious." Sara blushed deeply and pulled back slightly. Rose slid her hands down to her waist, enjoying the warmth of the other woman's body.

"Do you suppose the General will like me?" Sarah asked tentatively.

"Well of course, honey. He'll be head over heels!"

"You don't think I'm too big? My behind is rather wide you know." Rose ran her hands lower and Sarah's eyes widened in surprise when they cupped her round ass and squeezed gently.

"He'll adore you," Rose said throatily, "men love a little cushion down there, and up here too," she added while running a finger between Sarah's big tits. Sarah shivered at her touch and Rose smiled at her sexily. "You'll do well, honey. Sit with me and I'll give you some advice if you like. Fortunately, I've had plenty of experience in the matter."

Out on the front line, Nathan and Major Moore were having a rough go of it. They were struggling to keep casualties to a minimum at Abby's request, but the new guns the redcoats had brought on line were having devastating results. He'd lost 4 of his 10 cannon as well as nearly half of their gun crews. The day had been mostly an artillery battle with the redcoat General trouncing them soundly. He, James, and Alec were having a conversation while looking towards the redcoat lines when a cannonball came screaming in on their position. There was no time to react as the ball bounced once then slammed into a nearby gun, sending a rain of shrapnel through the area. Nathan went down with a surprised squawk as a huge splinter of wood punctured his right thigh, while a piece of iron from the gun carriage pin-wheeled through the air and neatly clipped the little finger from James's left hand. He yelped in pain and immediately clasped his injured hand to his chest, soaking his jacket in blood.

"Shit and fuck!" Nathan thundered as he sat on the ground staring at the nearly foot long splinter in his leg. "I'll kill that cock-sucking general! The son of a bitch has gone and pissed me off!" James chuckled with dark humor between grunts of pain from his wounded hand while Alec stooped down to help Nathan to his feet, and together the three soldiers hobbled to the rear and found the battlefield surgeon. He cleaned the men up as well as he could with his limited materials. He trimmed the loose flesh from Major Moore's stump and bandaged it carefully. Alec had sent for June, and when she arrived they assisted the doctor with pulling the nasty splinter from Nathan's leg while he cried out, twisting in agony on the makeshift operating table despite the dose of laudanum he'd been administered. June held the gaping wound open while the doctor pushed a whiskey soaked rag completely through his leg, using the ramrod from a musket as a tool.

When they were satisfied the wound was clean, June neatly stitched up both entry and exit wounds while Nathan gritted his teeth in pain. Alec helped him back to his tent and made him comfortable, then returned to the lines along with Major Moore to continue the day's battle. Word spread like wildfire about Nathan's condition and it soon reached Rose and Sarah.

"Let's go!" Rose urged and tugged Sarah by the hand. "Maybe we can help him and ease his pain." When they entered his tent he didn't even raise his head from the pillow. He was hurting badly and trying not to groan aloud.

At the touch of Rose's soft hand on his brow, his eyes flickered open and he murmured her name in surprise.

"Rose. What brings you here, pity for an old man?" he teased, between gritted teeth.

"No, Uncle Nathan. Sarah and I are here to tend to your needs. Whatever they are, just ask." She replaced her hand with her soft lips, kissing his cheek tenderly, then gestured to the other woman. "This is Sarah, a fellow camp follower. She's been hanging about with me recently and trying to keep me out of trouble," she said, with a giggle. Nathan cocked an appraising eye at Sarah, taking in her long brown curls, magnificent breasts and well cushioned behind. Apparently, he liked what he saw, because he was having a difficult time tearing his eyes from her. Finally, he returned Rose's flirty gaze.

"Thank you, ladies. Just your presence here is comforting," he said chivalrously, then groaned helplessly as a spasm of pain wracked his body. Rose took in his wounded leg and exclaimed at how bloody the bandage was.

"We need to change your dressing," she said firmly, "and get you out of those filthy clothes. You stink of blood and war, good sir." He protested when she tugged her dagger free and began carefully cutting the clothes from his body. The doctor had already removed his pant leg to his mid-thigh to treat his wound while the other was still whole. "Come, Sarah, give me a hand," Rose ordered. The brunette obeyed, albeit somewhat shyly, having not touched a man in longer than she could remember. Nathan's face colored slightly as they worked on removing his uniform, while Sarah's was flaming red with embarrassment. Rose parted his white shirt and trailed her fingertips through the hair on his chest, slowly sliding downwards until she reached his belt. Sarah's eyes widened as Rose loosened it and gently tugged it through the loops, then unbuttoned his fly. His cock was a massive bulge showing down his pant leg, threatening in size even though he was in pain.

In fact, despite his discomfort he was having a reaction to the girls' care. He felt himself swell and lengthen, then heard a gasp of surprise from both women when his thick head pushed free of his shortened trouser leg to expose itself to their astonished eyes.

"Oh my," Rose whispered admiringly, and her fingers tightened on his thigh involuntarily. "We need to cut his trousers off, we'll start at his waistline and slice through both legs," she said softly to Sarah. She handled the knife while Sarah tugged the fabric free from his body. As they pulled it away, the pungent odor of hot blood and sweaty male reached their delicate noses and set their hormones raging. Rose couldn't help but run her hands up his muscular legs, squeezing him gently as she tested the firmness of his calves and thighs while he sighed in pleasure. Sarah finally worked up the nerve to glance at his fully exposed genitals, her eyes widening in alarm as she took in the formidable length and girth of his shaft, along with his tangerine sized testicles. She tore her eyes from them and looked up his frame, the rigid abdominals and thick pectorals nearly took her breath away.

Bravely, she opened his shirt more, then urged him to sit up so she could remove it completely. He lay back with a groan and closed his eyes as the girls rustled up some warm water and cleaned his body with wet rags, their fingers gently exploring him as they worked. The tent flap suddenly flew open and a concerned Abby ran in.

"How is he?" she asked hurriedly before her eyes had taken in the scene before them. She let out a giggle and knelt to hug him. "I should've known. Rose always finds a naked man to have her way with," she teased. He loved how Abby also couldn't resist the temptation to admire his nude body. Watching her eyes wander over him was exciting, despite the fact that she was, for all practical purposes, his niece. She sighed to herself as she eyed his lean, muscular frame. Alec was a carbon copy of him, differing only slightly by the gray hairs sprinkled over Nathan's chest and pubic area.

"Are you well, Uncle Nathan?" she asked tenderly as she unconsciously stroked his chest.

"Yes, dear Abby. I'll survive. Especially with such beautiful ladies to supervise my recovery," he said, with a fond smile at her. She looked deep in his grey eyes and saw exhaustion and pain, despite his best efforts to hide it. She returned his smile and added a bit of mischievousness to it.

"I've brought you a gift. A little something to take the edge off." She produced her bottle of laudanum and gave him a stiff shot, enough that in just a short time his eyes grew heavy and his movements loose and languid. Rose offered her a rag and together the three women cleaned him thoroughly, with Rose tutoring Sarah with cleaning his manhood. Although he was almost unconscious, his body reacted mildly, his cock lengthening slowly until it hung loosely down his leg a solid eight inches, more than enough to impress the ladies tremendously. Abby finally stood and beckoned Rose outside the tent, leaving Sarah to her own explorations.

"Who's the new girl in there? Where'd you meet her?" Abby questioned.

Rose told her of her new friend and how they'd become acquainted, including how she longed for a man and that Rose hoped to match her up with Nathan, if only for a short time. "I think it's a great idea, just tell her not to hurt him. If she does, I'll have words with her," Abby cautioned.

"Of course, I'll make sure she understands," Rose responded. When she re-entered the tent, Nathan was sleeping soundly and Sarah was tugging a blanket over him to keep him warm.

"Is it  okay if I stay with him?" she asked.

"I'm sure he'd love that," Rose said encouragingly, "he'll need some love and care for a few days and I think you're just the woman he needs right now."

Sarah pulled a chair close to his bedside and settled in for a long wait, her eyes gazing down at him fondly, despite having just met him. Rose took note of it and smiled to herself. Her plan was coming together nicely, she thought.

The enemy fire had slackened off to just a few sporadic shots now and then, so Alec and the Major returned to the rear and began preparations for the following morning's operation, starting with calling a formation of the men. Abby, Rose, and June attended the affair as they'd volunteered to participate.

Forty two men were picked according to their skills in rapidly loading and firing cannon. Since the upcoming attack was Abby's idea, Alec introduced her to the men and gave her the floor.

She explained how her plan would work. Just after midnight, half the men led by Alec and Abby would envelope the enemy left flank, and the remainder of the men with Major Moore in command, would take the right. The redcoat sentries would be silently killed, then three men would be assigned per cannon to seize it. Every man would carry a prepackaged bag of powder and also a sack of grapeshot to load the cannon with. From Abby's observations it appeared the cannon weren't loaded or manned at night, hopefully making the odds of success even higher. After they took the cannon under the cover of darkness, they'd turn them on their wheels to face the enemy camp and point them at the area where the morning formation would be held. After they fired their cannon at the enemy, the remainder of the men would ride mounted from the camp and reinforce the cannoneers. Abby had firm orders for them at this point.

"Do not under any circumstances fire your cannon before my or Alec's signal. It's imperative that we kill as many redcoats as possible in a short amount of time. Three rounds of grapeshot from each field piece should do the trick, then we'll sweep in and kill any remaining soldiers by hand. Make sure you tie your equipment tightly to your bodies to eliminate rattling while we sneak in on their positions. Sharpen your knives and swords and then try to get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a do or die day for us. The General is doing well and resting right now. He sends his best wishes to you and prays for victory and your safe return. God bless you all."

After Major Moore called an end to the formation, two men approached Abby and she instantly recognized them as the two troublemakers from back at the plantation. "Earl and Robert, right?" she questioned with a smile.

"Yes, Mistress," Earl, the older man responded. "We'd like to volunteer to take out the sentries on your side. We're excellent woodsmen and would love to serve with you."

She eyed them speculatively. They certainly looked the part. Their hair and beards were shaggy but clean, while their buckskin clothing was well worn but serviceable. Their eyes were eager, yet somehow she sensed they were almost afraid of her, which was indeed so. Taking her long pause as a negative sign, Robert spoke up shyly.

"Please, Mistress, allow us to help you. It'd mean a lot to us," he begged. She knew she was taking a chance, but made a quick decision based on her gut feeling.

"I'd like that very much. You'll stay close to me as we work our way to their line and I'll show you where the sentry's posts are."

"Oh, we know where they are. In fact, we watched you and Miss Rose scout them out the other day. We'd been eyeballing them as well," Earl said with a mischievous smile while Abby laughed gaily, surprised at his words. "We had nothing to do and figured we'd spy a bit ourselves. Like I said, we're good at this sort of business." Abby knew then that she'd made the proper choice.

"Why you scoundrels! I had no clue you were in the area. I feel better knowing you'll be there with us," she complimented with a beautiful smile while the men colored at her words.

"Thank you, Mistress!" they both exclaimed happily. They bowed slightly to her and took their leave while she looked at their retreating backs with satisfaction, feeling even more confident in her plan than before.

It was now dinner time and Rose delivered a meal to Nathan's tent, hoping that he'd be awake to eat. She found Sarah still sitting next to him, nearly asleep in her chair. Sarah gently shook him awake and together the two women sat him up and watched as he hungrily ate.

"So, you're heading out tonight with the assault group, Rose?" he asked between bites.

"Yep, I'll be with Alec and Abby while June will accompany the Major. She's fast and efficient at loading both rifle and cannon. I think she'll be a huge asset to him," she said loyally.

"Ah, I so wish I could go too," he said wistfully. "I love watching you ladies work. You're all extraordinary in your own ways. It's an honor just knowing you three." She colored at his words, but loved his praise.

"Thank you, Nathan. And you are as well. We'll come see you when we've been victorious," she said, with more confidence than she was feeling. To be truthful, this was the biggest venture she'd ever been a part of and was quite nervous. As she spoke, she noticed his bared chest was covered in goosebumps and his nipples were hard, indicating he was getting cold. He handed his plate to Sarah with a groan and closed his eyes as he fought the waves of agony from his wounded thigh.

"Easy there, big man," Rose crooned. "Let's get you tucked back in." He eased down on his back while the girls tugged his blankets up. Rose watched Sarah closely and noticed that a few times she almost touched him but was too shy to continue. Rose took Sarah's hand in her's and used it to caress his thick pecs and tight belly, her fingers trailing through the curly hair that coated him.

His eyes remained closed and he moaned in pleasure at the sensation of her warm hand. In a few moments his breathing settled and he fell asleep.

"Would you like to stay with him tonight?" Rose whispered, her breath stirring the hair next to Sarah's ear.

"I'd like to, just in case he needs something," Sarah replied quietly.

"Then be bold and brave, sweetheart," Rose said, and tugged Sarah to her feet. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise when Rose began undressing her, and when she was naked, Rose gently pulled the blanket from Nathan's body and pushed Sarah down to lie beside him. The bed was narrow and she had to lay on her side, but she just managed to fit. He moaned at her touch and unconsciously put a hand on her thigh, causing her to jump nervously. Rose smoothed her hair and kissed her cheek before covering the two with the blanket.

"Sweet dreams," she whispered, and quietly took her leave.

No one slept a wink that night as they lay collectively thinking about the attack planned for the early morning. As a result they were all ready to slip into the forest before the time came to do so. Alec, Abby, and the Major walked through the groups of men scattered about to give them words of encouragement and remind them of their individual parts to play in the next few hours. Finally, the appointed time came and the two groups slipped quietly into the forest and began their slow, steady movement to the enemy line. Abby, Robert, and Earl led their company and stealthily crawled in close to the two sentries. Both redcoat men were sitting on the ground and leaning against nearby trees, wrapped in blankets and sleeping soundly.

Abby watched as Robert slipped behind the first one and clapped his hand over his mouth while holding him tightly with the other. Earl rammed his knife in the man's neck and chopped out his throat as the man struggled mightily. The only sound Abby heard was the whoosh of air leaving his lungs and gurgling of blood through his opened windpipe. The two woodsmen were quiet as mice when they sneaked in and repeated their bloody deed on the second sentry, then waved Abby and the remaining troops forward.

"Well done, gents!" Abby breathed to them as she squeezed their arms in thanks. "I couldn't have done it better myself!" she said with a sly wink at the men. Both of their chests puffed in pride at her words. They'd each fallen in love with her when she'd forgiven them, and sought to win her approval any way they could, including bloody murder if that's what it took.

Alec led the men through the darkness and across the open field, ensuring each cannon emplacement was void of the enemy, then he placed three men in each position. They silently turned each cannon to point towards the redcoat camp, then using their own powder and shot, stealthily loaded the guns and hid behind the embankment while waiting for dawn.

Meanwhile, Major Moore's company had enjoyed the same success. Their sentries on the enemies right flank were easily overpowered and killed without waking the camp, then he stationed his soldiers at each field piece according to plan. June had chosen to accompany him and she bore his rifle, shot, and powder horn as she followed him closely.

Abby and Rose picked a position on the embankment that gave them a clear view of the field where the redcoat formation would soon form. The girls made sure they were well dug into the dirt in order to expose a minimum of themselves to the redcoats when the shooting started. It seemed to take forever for dawn to break and the troops huddled together in the morning chill as they waited.

Abby's eyes grew drowsy as she cuddled close to Rose, then was rudely jerked awake when the redcoat trumpeter sounded the morning reveille. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes, the two deadly beauties scrambled up the embankment and shouldered their squirrel rifles.

"Be patient, honey," Abby cautioned, "I'm waiting for a few moments."

She watched the command tent with sharp eyes while a captain shouted to the still sleepy redcoats, urging them into a formation of farting, scratching soldiers. Abby tensed when the command tent flapped open and the general came out. He paused beside his dwelling and unleashed a mighty stream of urine, the hot stream steaming in the morning chill.

"The men are assembled, sir!" The captain barked out and called the men to attention. The general wanted to have words of encouragement with them this morning because he intended to bring this standoff to a finish and defeat Nathan definitively. He strode briskly to stand before his men, and his adjutant, a colonel by all appearances joined him as well.

"You take his officer when you hear me shoot, Rose," Abby whispered as she put her front sight on the general's head.

"I'm ready," Rose responded, so quietly that Abby could barely pick out her words. When Abby's breathing paused as she exhaled, she gently pulled the trigger while concentrating on her front sight. The recoil surprised her completely and she knew the shot was perfect. The general's head snapped forward when her 32 caliber bullet impacted the back of his skull, opening his forehead and scattering his brains on the front rank of surprised men. Rose's shot broke an instant behind hers and the colonel suffered the same fate as her bullet emptied his brainpan onto the cold ground.

Almost simultaneously the girls heard Alec's command, "Fire, fire on those sons' of bitches!" he shouted in his best bull roar. The mighty blast of cannon shattered the morning air and sheets of grapeshot ripped bloody swaths through the packed ranks of surprised redcoats. Abby tried to watch the action as she rapidly reloaded, searching for any targets that may have survived the initial fusillade of cannon fire. The Continental soldiers were expert cannoneers and it showed in their effectiveness. The guns on the ends of the line had been aimed at the outer ranks of men, and the middle guns were increasingly aimed towards the center of the formation so when they all fired at once the entire group of soldiers came under fire.

As the first volley died off and the men were frantically reloading the field pieces, the screams of wounded and dying men rang shrill in the air. Abby and Rose each picked off another man before the cannon began to speak again in a ragged chorus. For another two minutes it was bedlam as bodies and body parts fell in the field like rain as the terrible grapeshot did it's formidable duty. After the third and final round, the men charged the remaining redcoats and engaged in hand to hand combat.

Rose held back and continued to fire at targets of opportunity while Abby joined Alec with her rapier and together the two reaped a bloody harvest. She had no mercy as she fought, killing every man who had the courage to engage her flickering steel, and stabbing the wounded as she passed them by. Alec stayed close to her and when his newfound sword fighting skills didn't serve him well, he beat the redcoats back with sheer strength and audacity.

Somehow, through the fog of battle he saw Major Moore take a musket ball to his thigh that fractured his femur, sending him to the ground with a roar of pain. A redcoat saw opportunity and charged the Major with a drawn sword, intent to dispatch him. Alec knew he couldn't get there in time but he tried anyway. He broke into a run towards them, then saw a sight that would live with him forever.

Little June, the slave girl, was running like a deer across the field with a sword in her hand and quartering behind the attacking redcoat. She threw herself on the backs of his legs and they both went down in a heap. She scrambled quickly to her feet and chopped down on the hapless man while sobbing with anger. She cursed him roundly as her sword bit into his head and neck, splattering herself in his hot blood. When he was dead, she stood over the wounded Major, her sword poised and ready to fight like a lioness defending her young.

Meanwhile, Abby had tangled with a huge redcoat, one that she knew she should've avoided if possible due to his sheer size and strength. The crushing blows of his steel on her's were difficult to parry and she knew her wrist couldn't take the punishment for long. Her rapier darted in and out, leaving its mark twice on his right arm and again on his belly. He was streaming blood and panting loudly, but seemed to grow faster and stronger as their bout progressed. Remembering the way she'd defeated a redcoat officer long ago, she parried a particularly heavy blow and she struck like a rattler at the wrist joint of his sword arm.

He bellowed in pain as his tendons parted with an audible snap and she smelled victory, but it was fleeting. His left fist came from nowhere and clouted on the side of her head, knocking her to the hard ground nearly unconscious. She looked up at him woozily, fully expecting his sword to appear and run her through. His snarling face swam into view and his left hand closed around her throat, viciously squeezing the life from her. Her vision began to tunnel as she writhed on the ground struggling to breathe. His evil, grinning face grew close to hers and she could smell the horrible breath emanating from his blackened, rotting teeth.

Suddenly, his teeth exploded and a sheet of blood rained down on her upturned face as Rose's well aimed bullet took his life just in the nick of time. He stiffened spasmodically, then fell lifeless on her body, crushing her to the dirt. She sucked for air, nearly gagging as his hot blood ran into her mouth and nose. Kicking and fighting she rolled from under him, then in a fit of rage, drew her dagger and punched it in his eye, twisting and turning it viciously and scrambling his brain to mush.

Strong arms went around her and Alec's comforting words pierced her fog, "Easy, Angel, easy now. He's dead." She looked at him numbly, then collapsed in his embrace.

"That was a close one, Heavy. I need to quit picking on the big ones, damn it," she muttered as her senses slowly returned. They both stood shakily and she turned to face him, kissing him quickly before turning her attention back to the battlefield.

Just then the cavalry arrived from the Continental lines. They'd awaited to charge until they heard the booming of cannon fire. They poured over the embankment and smashed into the remaining redcoats, first firing their muskets and pistols, then slashing down with razor sharp sabers, slaughtering the last of the enemy troops. As the fighting died off, Alec and Abby stood and rested, completely blown and panting for breath. They looked in amazement at the sight before them. It looked like a scene from hell, bloody, eviscerated bodies and burning tents filled the air with a putrid scent while the screams of the wounded set their teeth on edge. The troops moved among them and swiftly killed the survivors, using sword and knife to end their lives.

Alec went to Major Moore and tended to him until two soldiers with a wagon arrived and carefully lifted him in the bed, joining the other wounded for the bumpy ride back to camp. Abby hunted for and found Rose, whom was sitting at the embankment with a smoking rifle, the barrel hot to the touch from the high rate of fire she'd maintained.

Abby threw herself in her arms and hugged her tightly. "Thank for saving my life again, sweetness," she said loudly, her ears still ringing from the din of battle.

"You're welcome, honey!" Rose exclaimed with fire still in her eyes. "I love killing those bastards, almost too much I'm afraid." She put an arm around Abby and hugged her close, then shared a sweet kiss with her.

 Sarah & the General

The two sat in silence and watched as the troops continued to mop up the battlefield. Suddenly, Rose had a thought. "The general's tent! We should loot it before anyone else does! I bet he has some stuff that Nathan would want!" The two beauties shot to their feet and ran to the tent. It was still standing, but barely. A couple guy ropes had been parted by shrapnel or shot and the fabric was torn, but it had survived.

They went in and found Alec had beat them there. He was stuffing parchments and other items into a leather satchel. Abby flung herself in his arms and kissed him deeply, sighing at the warmth of him. Rose gave them a few seconds, then joined them and her lips met Alec's as well. He hugged his girls and sighed with relief, happy beyond words that they'd all survived the battle unscathed. As they rifled through the tent, Rose let out a cry of joy when she found a small wooden chest filled with gold coins, so heavy that she couldn't pick it up.

"I want to give it to the soldiers and their families!" she exclaimed. "Do you suppose that Nathan would agree?"

"I can't speak for him, but I'd imagine so. We'll run it by him when we get back to camp," Alec stated. They continued sacking the tent and Abby let out a surprised cry.

"I found some laudanum!" she said happily as she sniffed a gallon jug of the substance. "We can use it for our wounded!"

Soon, they'd finished their pillaging and readied for the long walk across the field back to their own lines. Alec secured a loose horse and strapped the treasure chest to it's saddle while Abby paused atop the enemy embankment and turned to look back over the field of battle, shaking her head at the sight. Over three hundred redcoat bodies were laying in bloody, stinking disarray.

"A job well done," she muttered to herself as a wave of exhaustion rolled over her small frame. Everyone had been awake for over twenty four hours now, and with her adrenaline dump wearing off, she was almost asleep on her feet. She took Alec's arm while Rose took the other and together they made their way back to their lines.

They found Nathan sitting up in his bed with Sarah in close attendance. He was wide awake and hoping for good news. They swiftly filled him in on their victory and he let out a huge sigh of relief.

"So we won? Was it decisive?" he asked hurriedly.

"Yes, Uncle. We killed over three hundred of them. We've nothing to fear anymore, and I brought this back for you," Abby said with a happy smile, and tossed the brain spattered hat of the enemy general to Nathan. He flicked a piece of skull bone from the brim and chuckled joyfully.

"You cocksucker. We've finally got you," he said to the hat with a smile.

"Abby got him!" Rose bragged. "She killed him with a single shot to his noggin, and I got the colonel. Then Alec called out the order to fire and all hell broke loose!" she said excitedly, reliving the opening moments in her mind.

"We also got a chest full of gold!" Alec exclaimed. "We'll leave it here with you under guard if that's  okay."

"Of course it is! Well done!" he congratulated, "you'll have to tell me all about it later. Where's James at?"

"He took a ball to his thighbone, I believe it's broken badly," Alec said. "and June is taking care of him. My next stop is the doctor's tent to check on him."

A frown of concern furrowed Nathan's brow. "Keep me up to date on his condition, please. Maybe I can visit him later."

"You need to rest, darling," Sarah spoke up unexpectedly as she caressed his shoulder, "your own wound is quite grievous."

"Alec, this is Sarah," Rose broke in to introduce her, "she's helping Nathan in his recovery." Alec met her gaze and she gave him a conspiratorial wink. He smiled back, not at all surprised that she was up to no good yet again.

He kissed her cheek and muttered in her ear. "You saucy wench, always spoiling us men. Well done, beautiful." She colored at his praise and wondered why he still had such an effect on her after all the time they'd spent together.

The companions took their leave and went to check on James. The doctor had him on a makeshift table and was swabbing out the wound in his leg. June was with him and was attempting to hold him down as he writhed in agony. His thigh looked crooked with a slight dogleg in the middle of it. Abby approached the doctor and handed him her newfound jug of liquid gold.

"It's laudanum," she stated. "I took it from the enemy in hopes of helping out our own."

"Oh, thank you, Miss Durham, I was rationing our meager supply already. This is truly a gift from God!" He rapidly administered a strong dose to the Major, and Alec answered his many questions about the battle while they waited for it to take effect. In a few minutes James was barely lucid and had a loopy grin on his face. The doctor produced two strong poles to use as a splint and asked Alec for some help. They gently lifted the Major and laid him on the floor of the tent, then spread his legs apart. They cut the remainder of his trousers from his body and prepared to set his leg.

Alec sat before him and put a foot in James' crotch, while the doctor lifted his heavy genitalia out of harm's way. The girls watched wide eyed as Alec gripped hos foot and began a strong, steady traction. Despite the laudanum, James groaned in pain and nearly passed out as his broken leg slowly straightened out. The doctor rapidly tied the splint tightly around his thigh, then Alec carefully released the leg. James sighed in relief and relaxed into June's comforting embrace.

"There, there," she whispered. "It's all over now, sweetheart." Together they lifted James to a nearby bed and June covered him to keep him warm. In a few moments his breathing steadied and he fell into a drug induced sleep while June kissed his brow softly and smiled down at him tenderly. Abby watched her with pride. Her friend was truly a gentle soul at heart and she loved taking care of the sick and wounded. Alec was watching as well, wondering how such a beautiful and loving creature could turn into a vicious killer as she had been earlier in the day. He shook his head, then bent to kiss June's upturned mouth.

"You're such a sweetheart. Thanks for all you did today, my little slave girl," he whispered in her ear. She blushed violently and kissed him softly in return.

"You're welcome, Master," she said meekly. He ruffled her dark curls affectionately and stood up.

"It's time for some sleep, any takers?" he asked, while looking at Abby and Rose. Without a word they took his arms and led him to their tent. Filthy and bloody, they undressed and fell into bed, curling into each other's warmth and falling asleep in seconds.

After a few hours, Alec awoke with a bursting bladder. As he stepped outside to relieve himself he had an idea. He dressed, then went in search of a large wooden barrel. He soon found one that'd been used to store dry goods. He carried it inside their tent, then went to the area where the camp followers cooked food and cleaned laundry. The girls were eager to please the big, handsome man and soon provided him with plenty of hot water to fill his barrel.

He roused his women and they were loathe to get up until they they saw the barrel of steaming hot water, then they playfully fought over who got to go first. Alec leaned back and enjoyed watching the dirty, naked vixens wash each other clean as they'd done so many times before. He stepped in to wash each girl's hair and they purred with contentment as his strong hands massaged their scalps with thick lather. Soon, it was his turn and he dumped out the filthy water and refilled the barrel with clean. The girls spoiled him rotten with their wandering hands, especially when they reached his cock and balls. They fought for possession of his rampant prick and teased him mercilessly with their soapy hands.

They soon struck up a conversation like Alec wasn't even there.

"What should we do with him?" Abby teased as she fondled his huge balls in a soapy hand.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Should we rinse him off and send him on his way, or take pity on him and make him cum?" Rose giggled, while stroking his burgeoning shaft.

"Well, if we make him cum now he'll last much longer for us this evening. I'm sure June needs some love too," Abby said, smiling as he nodded emphatically. She smiled up at him and squeezed him gently, raising him up on his toes.

"I agree, let's work him over so he won't be quick on the trigger tonight," Rose purred. The girls rinsed him off as he stepped from the barrel, then dried him off with a towel. Abby knelt in front of him and took his shaft in her hand, then tugged Rose down to join her. Alec groaned in anticipation as the girls both made eye contact with him, then opened their mouths and together bathed his genitals. For long minutes they serviced him.

They clung to him and returned his love, whimpering with the pleasure of it. His big hands wandered down to explore both their nubile bodies, but they reluctantly pulled away.

"We've got chores to do, big man," Abby declared regretfully. "Besides, we want our June with us when we take advantage of you tonight." She kissed him again longingly, then broke away from his embrace to get dressed. Rose caressed his low hanging, spent cock one last time before following Abby's lead. He admired their swinging behinds as they left, then looked down at his cock as a last, long string of cum trailed out to land on the ground. He gripped it in a big hand and gave himself a few tugs while thinking of the night's upcoming activities. He knew he was a lucky man and promised himself that he'd give his women an exceptional performance, or die trying.

In just a few minutes, June appeared accompanied by Sarah, whom shyly entered behind her in the tent. She was shocked at the sight of Alec laying naked on the bed, thinking immediately that he looked almost exactly like Nathan. He flew up and hastily pulled on a clean pair of trousers while apologizing profusely. June was smiling in amusement at his predicament and threw herself in his arms for a kiss, while Sarah looked on in astonishment.

"I've missed you, Master," June whispered in his ear.

"And I you, my little slave," he returned, as he held her slight body in his strong hands. He looked to their visitor now that he was partially clothed.

"Hello again, Sarah." He smiled to himself when he saw her gaze was locked on his thickly muscled torso. He truly loved a lady's attention and he subconsciously puffed out his chest a bit as she ogled him. She finally raised her brown eyes to his grey ones and saw his were filled with mirth. Flushing a deep red, she stubbed a toe in the dirt, dying with embarrassment. Alec saved her further mortification by speaking to June.

"Lets's get some new wash water, June. You two need cleaned up. We just finished ourselves."

"I know, Rose and Abby just relieved us and told us to come here. They said some sexy stud of a man was waiting and willing to bathe both of us."

"At your service, my ladies," he said solemnly, and bowed low while sweeping an invisible hat from his head. Sarah was backing slowly towards the tent opening, unsure of what was going to happen to her when June giggled and tugged her back.

"Alec will only help if you desire. I've heard he gives excellent shampoos and I'm long overdue. Let's get this barrel refilled." As the three fetched water, June reassured Sarah that all was fine. "Why don't you watch how he takes care of me, then you can decide if you want to play or not. I highly recommend it though."

When the water was replaced, June undressed in front of the other two and Alec picked her up by the waist to set her in the barrel. She sighed in satisfaction and crouched down until her little head was just above water. While she soaked, Alec poured himself a stiff whiskey and offered Sarah the same. She rarely drank and was surprised at how smooth her drink was, only coughing slightly as it burned it's way to her empty tummy.

She watched with some trepidation as Alec poured water over June's black hair and worked soap deep into her scalp. She moaned in pleasure as he massaged her for several minutes, almost falling asleep under his touch. Eventually, he rinsed her hair clean and pulled her to her feet. He soaped her upper body thoroughly, spending plenty of time on her shoulders and full breasts, while her nipples hardened nicely under his fingers. Sarah was halfway tipsy by now and all eyes when Alec scooped the little maid out of the water and stood her on a towel so he could wash her lower body.

Again, June was in rapture as his hands gently soaped her lithe body. He stood behind her and caressed a breast in one hand while his other slid between her trembling thighs. She moaned when his clever fingers parted her smooth petals and cleaned her thoroughly. He slid further back and ran a soapy finger around her tight little asshole, and she almost came at the sensation.

Sarah was nearly beside herself. She never seen such business before and the only thing keeping her inside the tent was the pleasant tingling in her nethers and burn of whiskey in her belly. More of both was what she needed she realized, and chose to be brave and see what happened next.

Alec finished up and dunked a disappointed June back in the barrel to rinse her off. When he was finished, she clung to him as he lifted from the water. Wrapping her naked legs around his hips she kissed him sweetly, then let herself down so he could dry her off. Sarah took the moment to gulp down another stiff shot, knowing she'd need it in a few minutes to help make up her mind if she'd stay, or chicken out and flee the tent. Alec stood tall from drying June and looked Sarah in the eye.

To be continued in part 15, by Seethegood for Literotica.

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 15

 Abby and Alec are one. George and William return.

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"Are you next, Miss Sarah?" he asked, with an inviting look on his handsome face. She couldn't resist the temptation of the big, half naked man. He seemed to fill the tent, and despite being freshly washed he exuded a male musk that tightened her nipples.

"Yes, sir," she answered meekly. She trembled and almost fled when he advanced on her and began unlacing her blouse. To ease her nervousness, June joined him and together they gently disrobed her. Alec felt his cock stir at the sight of her nakedness. She protested that she was too for heavy for him when he whisked her off her feet and she clung to him in fear of being dropped. Her crotch grew slick as her full breasts pressed into his hairy chest while his big hands gripped her waist.

"I've got you, Sarah," he said, in a low voice that gave her the shivers. "Trust me, little one." She didn't know what surprised her most, the ease with which he handled her body, or that he'd called her little. She'd always thought she was too large. He continued lifting her and she released her grip on him so she could enter the water. Like June, she groaned as the warmth closed around her. June gave her another sip of whiskey and she sighed in relaxation, almost forgetting a strange man was soon going to run his hands over her naked body, like one never had before.

His big hands in her hair gave her a start. She slowly relaxed as he poured water over her head and worked the soap through her locks. She'd never felt so pampered in her life when he finished with her hair and used soapy hands to massage her exposed shoulders.

"It feels so good, doesn't it?" June asked softly, from beside her head. Sarah could only moan in response while Alec smiled in satisfaction. He loved spoiling women and it seemed Sarah was more than appreciative. June tugged Sarah to her feet, exposing her large, full breasts to Alec and June's eager gazes.

"May I help too?" June asked softly. Sarah was beyond saving now. The sensations she was feeling were foreign to her, but she couldn't say no to them.

"Yes, June. Please," Sarah replied, her words barely audible in the air. She gasped when together June and Alec each filled their hands with her big tits and soaped them up nicely, massaging them gently and teasing her nipples with skilled fingers. After a few minutes, Alec nudged June with his shoulder and whispered.

"You should take over. I've reached my limit." June knew immediately what he meant and nodded assent. He wasn't comfortable going any further with Sarah without Abby's blessing. He belonged to her first and foremost, a fact he believed in wholeheartedly. He gently plucked Sarah from the barrel and stood her on the ground.

"Are you still  okay?" June asked of her, "I'll take over from Alec if you're comfortable with that."

Sarah hesitated a few moments and asked timidly," Will you do to me as Alec did to you?" The sight of June writhing on Alec's big hand was still fresh in her mind.

"If you like, yes, sweetheart," June answered softly, and kissed the shell of her ear from behind. Alec smiled as he watched goosebumps flee across Sarah's full breasts and her nipples grow even harder as she heard June's words. Her eyes closed and she relaxed back into June's slight frame.

"It's fine then, Miss June. I'd love it I think," she breathed. Alec settled back on the bed to watch the proceedings

June soaped up her hands and reached around Sarah from behind to cup her heavy tits. Sarah moaned in pleasure at her touch, then stiffened as June's soft hands slowly crept south. Her knee nudged Sarah's legs wide apart while her hand slid gently between her thighs. She slowly worked the soap over Sarah's smooth mound and eventually, to sound of soft moans, slid her fingers in.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Sarah had arrived.

Alec came over and gave her an encouraging smile and again picked her up and deposited her in the barrel to rinse off.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Miss Sarah," he said in a low growl as he poured water over her body. She felt a rush of pride come over her. She'd never considered herself beautiful, but this sexy hunk of a man seemed to be enamored with her curves, and she was more than grateful.

"Thank you, Alec," she murmured quietly. "That means a lot to me." Between Alec and June, they finished her off, dried and dressed her, then Alec took his leave to go check on his Abby.

"Are you  okay?" June asked Sarah gently.

"Yes, I think so. It was just a completely new experience for me. Especially since I've just met you two."

"Did it bother you having a girl make you cum?"

"At first it did, but you were so sweet and gentle, and with Alec here it seemed to make things easier, if that makes sense."

"I'm glad," June said. "Maybe it'll help give you some confidence with Nathan. From the way you were looking at him it seems you have some feelings for him?"

"I think so. Like I was telling Rose, I've been so long without a man inside me, I just need it so badly. I hate to say it, but for now I just need to have sex, a relationship can come later."

June giggled aloud, "Well, I can tell you that Nathan is more than capable of screwing you half to death. He packs a cock just as big as Alec's and he knows how to use it. Maddy, our maid at the plantation told me how well he fucked her. She walked bowlegged for a week!" Sarah shivered at the thought, then sighed.

"I just hope I'm brave enough to seduce him. He's very intimidating."

"Rose or I can help you get started if you like. We've both had a bit of experience," June said, with a sexy smile.

"I'd like that, please. I need all the help I can get."

Meanwhile, Rose was chatting with Nathan, while administering to his needs.

"Sarah really likes you," she was saying, "and she needs a man badly. Do you find her attractive?"

"Yes, I do. Profoundly so. She's a natural beauty, wonderfully curvy, and I can tell there's a wildcat inside her that needs to be freed," he said in a low voice.

"Pardon my French, dear Rose, but I'd love to bend her over and fuck her good and hard. It's been awhile for me since I've found relief, back at the plantation actually." Rose shivered at his ribald words, imagining in her mind the same scenario, but with her in place of Sarah.

"Then do you mind if I encourage her a little, maybe give her a few pointers on what to do?" Rose asked with a sexy smile. "You can tell me all the naughty things you'd like done to yourself, Uncle," she teased, while he colored at her words. He knew he should be used to her direct way of speaking by now, but the auburn haired beauty seemed to keep him forever off balance.

"Please do, sweetheart. I could use some female attention."

"Well then, I'll give you some now, stud," she whispered. Her slim hand slid under his blanket and he gasped when it found his semi-tumescent cock.

"Tell me what you like, Uncle, and I'll pass it on to Sarah," she purred as she stroked him fully erect. "While you tell me, I'll give you pleasure, but you must save yourself for her, I'll not let you cum."

Nathan spent the next half hour being tortured by Rose while she dug the darkest secrets from his mind.

When she left him, he was almost crying in frustration. She kissed him sweetly and longingly, knowing that if things in her life were different, she'd have him buried deep in her belly and filling her with hot seed. Her only thought now was this evening, and how she'd beg Alec, Abby, and June until she was satisfied.

Chapter 16

General Nathanael Greene took a deep breath and sighed in resignation. He'd been laid up with his wounded leg for several days now and was growing tired of it. The four beautiful women who'd been helping him convalesce were a large part of his laziness. No man on earth could have withstood the kindness and loving attention they'd been doling out to him and Major Moore. The Major had more reason to stay abed because his femur had been broken badly by a British musket ball, whereas Nathan's wound was a through and through affair caused by a rather large splinter of oak from the carriage of a field piece, hardly the same as he saw it.

With a groan of pain, he righted himself from his narrow bed and stood to his feet, somewhat wobbling as the tent walls spun slightly in his vision. He had to piss terribly, so he fought with his trousers and belt until he was satisfied, then tottered outside to relieve himself. A feminine gasp of surprise reached his ears and he turned to see Sarah bearing down on him rapidly.

"General!" she exclaimed unhappily, "you shouldn't be up and around, shame on you!" He gave her a weak smile and winced as his bladder reminded him of the relentless urge to empty itself.

"Ah, Miss Sarah. What a lovely surprise! I'll be with you momentarily." She picked up on the urgency in his voice and rushed to grasp his arm.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, as she gazed up at him with adoring eyes, still struck at his good looks no matter how many times she laid her eyes on him.

He limped behind his tent with her in tow and frantically worked at his belt with now clumsy fingers. Sarah understood his predicament at once and saw the opportunity to be more intimate with the man she'd been dreaming of nearly every night. She gently pushed his hands away and freed his belt to tug his trouser flaps open. He groaned at the touch of her hot hand, then let out a huge sigh of relief as he loosed his bladder and let flow a mighty stream of urine that spattered noisily on the ground. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick shaft in her small hand, thinking to herself that the first cock she'd held in years was pissing away happily rather than making love to her. Despite herself, she giggled softly at her predicament, bringing a quirk of a smile to his ruggedly handsome face.

"Well thank you, Miss Sarah," he said softly as he finished, then gave her a wink that dampened her underclothes. "I had just decided to take a walk to visit Major Moore, would you care to accompany me?" he asked gallantly, as she buttoned him up and retightened his belt.

"I'd love to, General."

"Nathan, please. I insist," he countered, loving how she blushed hotly under his gaze. He hadn't been able to resist eyeing her full breasts, the soft curve of her hips, and the hint of red rouge on her cheeks that Rose had offered to share with her. For the last couple of days she'd been dressing to please him and he'd certainly been taking notice. Rose had tortured him endlessly with her soft hands and had also pulled his deepest desires from him in intimate talks that left him sexually frustrated as a result because she'd refused to finish him off, telling him to save himself for sweet Sarah. Rose had also told him of Sarah's desire for him and how she longed to be taken by a man. Needless to say, his dreams had featured Sarah's intimate presence, and more than once he'd awoken in a sweat, nearly losing control and spurting helplessly in his bed clothes.

She gladly took his arm and supported him as he led her to the Major's tent. He swept the fly aside to find June cleaning James' wound tenderly while he groaned in pain. Nathan gripped his friend's hand in sympathy, wincing as the wounded man squeezed his tightly.

"Damn it, Nathan. This hurts like fucking hell!" James cursed through gritted teeth.

"I know, my friend, but you're under the best pair of hands in Virginia for this sort of business," Nathan consoled.

"Hogwash," June muttered under her breath as she worked, but blushed and smiles beautifully when James took her hand and kissed it softly. Sarah joined her, and together they finished up his bindings while the men chatted away.

"Have you seen Alec today?" Nathan asked.

"No, sir, I've been led to believe he's fashioning up a set of crutches so I can get around, this being laid up in bed is making me sick. I need some sunshine and fresh air," James stated.

Both women began to protest until the General raised a hand. "I won't hear it," he said, in a voice that brooked no dissent. "Sarah, June. You two tell Rose and Abby that James is to be taken outside every day unless he decides against it, understand?"

"Yes, sir," they said, meekly. June answered so because she was slave, and Sarah because she was in awe of Nathan. At their tone, he realized he'd literally barked out the order and immediately felt bad about himself.

"I'm sorry, ladies," he apologized, "I've no excuse to order you around other than I hurt, and am sick to death of being cooped up. Please, forgive me."

Sarah went to him and hugged him gently while June gave him her most beautiful smile, the one no man could withstand. She too, went to him and gave him a sweet hug while James looked on in some jealousy, tempered with a wink at his superior.

Just then, the tent flapped open to admit a smiling Alec, who bore a set of handmade crutches. James exclaimed in excitement and immediately tried to get out of bed to try them out. He didn't make it halfway up before groaning in agony and falling to his back again. The two girls went to him, and with their tender support managed to get him on the crutches where he painfully hobbled outside and sat on a nearby chair in the brilliant sunshine.

"Ah, so good!" he sighed in happiness. Alec produced a flask of brandy, and June, who was always attuned to the current situation, scrounged up the Major's pipe and packed it for him, then smiled at him as he happily puffed away. Rose and Abby strolled up and soon the entire group was chatting away, enjoying the afternoon.

In short order, June re-entered the tent to clean up and gather laundry. The women naturally followed her, talking merrily amongst themselves. Taking the opportunity for privacy, Alec huddled with Nathan and James for a quiet discussion that lasted awhile, so long that the women exited the tent sometime later to catch them conniving amongst themselves. They straightened up rapidly, but Abby and the girls had caught them red-handed.

"Whatever are you troublemakers up to?" she asked, with a sweet smile. The men reddened under her teasing gaze but clammed up immediately and refused to answer, obviously guilty as charged she assumed as she giggled out loud, but paid it no mind.

The men laughed it off, and Alec whisked Abby and Rose away while June stayed with James for a while longer. Nathan put an arm around Sarah and limped back to his tent, tired already from his exertions. She ushered him down to sit on his bed, then to her alarm, he gripped his thigh and groaned in pain.

"What is it, sweetheart?" she asked in concern.

"A cramp," he gritted. "Damn it to hell!"

"Let me help, please," she shyly offered. "Let's get those trousers off."

Tenderly, she worked his pants off, followed by his shirt, then laid him back naked on the bed. She began massaging his thigh muscles with her small but strong fingers, carefully avoiding the stitches on both sides of his leg. As he sighed in relief, she couldn't stop her eyes from roaming the length of his long, muscular frame. She couldn't help but notice how alike he and Alec looked, other than the faint grey in Nathan's chest and pubic hair they could've almost been twins. That, and his cock seemed to be a touch thicker and longer than Alec's, much to her surprise.

A faint smile of pleasure quirked his mouth and her heart leapt at the thought that she was bringing him joy and comfort. Something caught the corner of her eye, and she turned her head to see his cock swell and lengthen, then raise itself slowly until it tipped over sideways to flop on top of the hand she was rubbing on his thigh. She froze in surprise while his eyes flew open and he looked down to see his predicament.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," he said with a red face. "It seems I can't control myself around such a beautiful woman," he said softly, while looking into her gorgeous brown eyes.

"I don't mind at all, honey," she whispered, then bravely continued on. "I know Rose has been matching us up and I also know that she's been torturing you. I don't blame you for reacting so. I'm here to please you in any way I can." She took his hand and knelt at his side while a tear ran down her cheek. The moment had come that she and Rose had talked about and she was determined to follow through with it, no matter the cost.

Nathan wiped her tears away and kissed her cheek while she cried gently on his shoulder. "I need you, terribly!" she sobbed. "I haven't been with a man since my husband died and I'm afraid I never will again. With this damned war killing off all the good men, I'm losing hope that one will ever make me his!" she cried. "Will you have me, please? I beg you, Nathan, make me a woman again. You needn't love me or commit to me, just use me as a man would use a woman he lusts for."

He was startled to hear her words, but his discussions with Rose had forewarned him this moment might come, and he had readied himself, trusting that Rose was correct in her summation of what Sarah so desperately needed.

He grasped her head in his big hands and pulled her over his face to look her in the eyes.

"Are you asking me to fuck you, Sarah?

She could feel the strength in his grip and the steel in his eye, and knew she was at a crossroads. He saw a glimmer of indecision in her expression, then she met his gaze and nodded emphatically.

"Yes, I'm asking that, Nathan." she answered firmly. "Fuck me like a man fucks a loose woman, however you choose to use me, I'm yours."

"As you wish, but on one condition. You must tell me if you want me to stop, promise me that. I have never raped a woman and never will."

Again, she met his eye and nodded firmly. "I promise, Nathan." She leaned down and kissed him hungrily while caressing his chest, delighted at how the crisp hair tickled her fingertips. After a few moments, he pushed her away, somewhat surprising her.

"Undress for me," he ordered in a firm voice. Timidly, she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, then slowly dropped her skirt while covering her mound with a shy hand. He took in her large breasts topped with thick, pink nipples that begged to be sucked, along with the sweet curves of her hips and thighs.

He reached out to tug her hand down and expose her freshly-shaven mound while she reddened in embarrassment. His cock thickened at the sight of her sweet body, catching her eyes as it swiveled upwards to point at his belly.

"Come to me," he said in a rough voice, and pulled down to sprawl her atop his naked body. He caught the back of her head in a big hand and crushed her lips to his, kissing her like she'd never experienced before. She gasped as he took the air from her lungs as he hugged her tightly with his other arm, clamping her breasts to his hairy chest. She melted into him with a sigh of pleasure as sensation overwhelmed her body.

"That's it, little one. Relax and enjoy," he breathed in her mouth, then plunged his tongue inside to explore her at his leisure. For long minutes he taught her the joys of french kissing, not stopping until her lips were swollen red and puffy from his sucking on them. Eventually, he guided her up and over him to straddle his head, his hands guiding her firmly because she knew not the way.

As she looked down between her thighs at his upturned face, she quailed at the last moment, having never experienced this before. He felt the tension in her body and tightened his strong fingers on her thighs, then inexorably dragged her down. She cried out in delight as for the first time a man's tongue split her flower open and licked clear nectar from her petals.

Her scent and taste were the sweetest ambrosia he'd ever had the joy of tasting and he lost himself in her. Like a starving man he ate her with the utmost skill he could muster, tearing cries from her throat that made him burst with pride. It took several minutes for her to relax enough, but once she relaxed and nestled, the tingles stirred her to act instinctively. She buried her fingers in his hair and began bucking hard on his face. He held on gamely, enjoying her cries as she crested and exploded in ecstasy.

"Oh, oh, Nathan!" she screamed as she came again, nearly passing out from the pleasure he was giving her. Slowly, her hips came to a stop. "So good, my love," she crooned, and slid down his body until they were face to face. He gripped her head and kissed her again, licking and sucking her mouth while she tasted herself for the first time. Surprising herself, she enjoyed it. So much in fact, that she returned his kisses aggressively, which he enjoyed to no end.

Meanwhile, he was needing attention in the worst way, helped along by the fact that Rose had edged him time and again the day before with her small fist, driving him mad with lust. He felt a strange force take control of him, one he'd felt only a few times before and he obeyed it willingly.

Roughly, he spun her about so she was atop him, but facing his waist, with her thighs astride his head. Startled, she looked at his massive tool, wondering whatever he had in mind. Thankfully, Rose had tutored her on what to expect from him and she was somewhat ready. The taste was not at all what she'd thought it would be, but she loved the smooth muskiness.

He lasted a mere thirty seconds and gave her no warning when he exploded. She squealed in surprise. The sounds of him grunting excited her greatly and she redoubled her efforts to make him happy; and together they feasted on each other slowly and gently until they finally relaxed in exhaustion.

Languidly, he spun her back around to lay atop him face to face where he petted her flanks and ass until she relaxed fully and dropped off to sleep. His leg ached abominably, but he endured until he too nodded off.

Abigail cornered Alec and asked why they hadn't started on the road home since the fighting seemed to be over.

"Nathan's in no hurry because we've seemed to have wiped out the redcoats in the area, and our spies report they're fleeing south faster than we care to chase them," he answered reasonably. "Besides, we reckon our men need a few days to rest before we head home." Abby looked at him somewhat askance because his words rang a touch hollow and there was a mischievous glint in his eye that he couldn't quite hide from her. She agreed and gave him a sweet kiss while wondering what he could possibly be up to. For the next three days the girls puttered around camp while growing more and more frustrated at the delay. Abby was chafing to get back home and resume rebuilding the business at the plantation.

 A Surprise Ceremony

Abby was in their tent and seated at a small desk making notes to herself of what needed to be done after they arrived home when Alec popped his head in.

"Hey, beautiful lady. I have a request for you three girls."

"Anything for you, lover. What is it?"

"Nathan is planning a ceremony of some sort for the day after tomorrow. Could you ladies please dress up in your finest, please? I believe it starts just prior to afternoon dinner."

Abby looked at his eyes closely and giggled to herself. He was so excited he was almost vibrating, and she knew that the men had something special up their sleeves that they were hoping to surprise the girls with.

"Sure thing, lover. I think we brought some suitable clothes with us. Should we wear our hair up or down?"

"Oh, down for sure. I love your curls, sweetheart!" he exclaimed, then rapidly went to her and gathered her in his arms while kissing her deeply. She gave her lips to him and sighed in satisfaction as he folded her close to his chest.

"Umm, wanna fuck, big man?" she whispered, "you make me wet as a spring rain."

"I'd love to, Angel, but duty calls. I gotta run!" She was surprised to no end when he kissed her roughly, then broke away and exited the tent in a hurry. Hands on her hips, she cocked a blue eye in his direction while deep in thought. The men were certainly up to no good she reckoned, but there was nothing to do but wait and see what transpired. She passed the word on to Rose and June, and together they began preparing for this mystery meeting with Nathan. The next day the camp help was kept busy hauling and heating water while the three beauties bathed and shaved, then ironed the clothes the clothing the girls planned to wear for the occasion. Abby was a bit miffed at being left out of the loop and determined the three would dress to shock the men, hoping for a little payback.

They were even forbidden to enter the mess tent, which was frustrating as they watched many of the female camp followers bustling in and out all day while struggling to keep straight faces. For the first time ever, Abby denied Alec's advances while in bed that evening. Rose and June caught on and even though they snuggled in close to the couple, pushed his wandering hands away and tried to sleep, although that was nearly impossible because curiosity about the next day kept them awake far into the night. Alec simply chuckled to himself and slept like the dead, content in his knowledge.

The following morning, a bevy of camp women swept into the tent bearing platters of food for breakfast. Most of them were aware of the companion's sleeping arrangements, but they were still shocked when they caught the four still snuggled in bed together. More than one lady gave Alec an appraising eye as he scrambled to cover himself. The girls pestered him nearly to death with questions as they ate but he wouldn't budge an inch. Adding insult to injury, he sternly laid down the law.

"None of you will leave the tent until summoned. I'm posting guards front, rear, and sideways. Stay here, ladies. I'll paddle anyone that disobeys!" he said with steel in his voice. So much that Abby raised an eye at his tone and she knew he was dead serious. After breakfast, Alec left and the girls decided to get ready for whatever the hell was so important. They curled their hair until it fell just so about their smooth shoulders, then dressed in their carefully chosen attire, comforted by the fact that they'd certainly shock whomever crossed their paths later in the day. They even had some makeup they'd brought along for some reason, happy now that they did.

Soon enough, a scratching came at the tent flap.

"Mistress Abigail," a somewhat familiar voice beckoned. "You may lead your two ladies out, please." Excitedly, the three women exited the tent into brilliant sunlight and Abby let out a surprised cry. Earl and Robert, the two former troublemakers were holding their swords in an arc overhead as they faced each other. A few yards away knelt a beaming, uniformed Alec with his hat in hand. Abby covered her mouth with a trembling hand as he beckoned her. She swept under the upraised swords and stood trembling before her man.

All the men's eyes were bugging from their skulls at the sight of the three beautiful women. They'd chosen to wear the Continental Army uniforms that June had made, along with their tricorn hats. June and Rose wore their daggers while Abby's rapier was belted firmly around her slim hips. Shimmering curls fell down to touch their firm bottoms while their firm breasts were lifted and pushed together inside the tight corsets. Alec could barely speak his words.

"Abigail Durham, my angel, would you do the honor of marrying me today?" he managed through a tight throat.

"Yes, Heavy! Every day of my life I'd marry you!" she cried, as tears of joy ran down her cheeks. He stood and folded her in his strong arms while Rose and June covered the couple with hugs and happy kisses. As they broke apart, Alec offered her his arm.

"Come with me then, ladies."

Earl and Robert sheathed their swords and marched behind the foursome as Alec led them towards the command tent. He swept them around the corner, smiling in happiness as the girls gasped in surprise. The men in the regiment were standing in two companies before Nathan, leaving an aisle down the center for the couple to walk. At the rear, Alec removed Abby's arm from his and smiled down at her.

"Stay, my sweet," he whispered, with a twinkle in his eye. He strode to the front of the formation and stood before Nathan, then turned to look back at a blushing, beautiful Abby. A soldier on her right eased to her side and offered her his arm. She took it without a thought, her eyes still locked on her handsome man.

"May I give you away, sweet daughter?" a more than familiar voice asked softly. Abby's shocked gaze swung up to see her father, George, looking down at her with tears on his cheeks.

"Father! Oh, father!" she cried out, immediately overwhelmed with emotion, and she threw herself in his arms. Dimly, from behind, she heard Rose and June crying out as well as they noticed William standing next to George.

"Master! Master!" cried a delighted June.

"William! My sweet William!" came from a now sobbing Rose.

A grinning Nathan and Alec, along with the entire regiment clapped their hands as bedlam ensued. The girls cried their hearts out at the return of their two loved ones until a tear stained George finally put a halt to it.

"Buck up now, ladies, we've a wedding to conduct!" he ordered happily.

He escorted Abby through the ranks and handed her to Alec, then he and William stood next to him while June and Rose accompanied Abby. Nathan conducted a short but sweet ceremony, leaving not a dry eye in the throng of civilians and soldiers.

Sarah was in the front row and couldn't help but put herself in Abby's shoes and Nathan in Alec's, imagining that one day she may see it to fruition.

The camp followers and soldiers were more than shocked at the three ladies uniforms, their tight trousers and bountiful cleavage left little to be imagined. Alec, George and William were bursting with pride at the sight of their women, the surprised murmurs among the men and women was as music to their ears.

At the conclusion of the ceremony, Alec took a glowing Abby in his arms and kissed her thoroughly, much to the delight of the crowd. With a mighty round of applause, the regiment was dismissed and the feasting began. Three cows had been slaughtered and roasted, then served with huge pots of beans and hundreds of biscuits.

The girls wanted nothing more than to be left alone with their men, but they persevered and visited with the happy well wishers until the whiskey was rationed out in the early evening. Eventually, the party died off and many a soldier went to bed a bit tipsy, with a full belly and a happy smile. Tents had been set up for George and William along with their mates, and soon only the guards were outside and patrolling, ever watchful for the enemy.

"Alone at last," Abby sighed, as she trailed her fingers through the crisp hair on Alec's chest. He was supported above her by his muscular arms.

"Ah, yes," he groaned, as he felt her clasped tightly about him. "Finally I've got you to myself." Ever so slowly, he sank deep until she gasped and stopped him with a light touch on the taut planks of his belly.

"You feel so good, Heavy. So long and thick, you take my breath away."

She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her heels under his ass cheeks, then rolled her hips until she'd worked him deeper inside her tight tunnel. He leaned down to kiss her, but she averted him to nip his neck at the juncture of his shoulder.

"Fuck me, lover," she whispered, as he winced at the bite of her sharp, white teeth. "Give me a baby, sweetheart. Fill me up and make me pregnant, my love." He stiffened in her arms, and she suddenly feared she'd gone too far because they'd rarely discussed having children.

Slowly, he relaxed and nuzzled her ear. "I'd love to, Angel. I thought you'd never ask," he murmured, breathily. "How many would you like?"

She slapped his ass and giggled. "One at a time, lover, please." He smiled naughtily.

"More, please, lover. I don't care that it hurts," she groaned, as she ground her hips up into his.

He was absolutely killing her, but she loved every second of it. She came again with a long cry of satisfaction. The sound of her cumming apart drove him to heights of pleasure he'd rarely found, that and the thought of planting his thick seed in her belly and conceiving a child brought him to a quick end.

She kept him clasped close to her as he slowly wound down to finally collapse atop her in exhaustion, wringing wet with sweat. She licked his lips and tasted herself on him, another of her favorite things to do. He returned her kisses until she protested that he was squishing her, so her reluctantly pulled free and laid beside her.

Immediately, she raised her knees and hugged them to her chest, instinctively trying to keep his seed inside her.

"I love you so, Heavy. I hope our part in this damned war is over and we can go home," she murmured. He rolled to his side and caressed her flank and thigh.

"Me too, Angel. I hate to admit it, but I'm getting tired of the fighting and killing. I just want a place to call home and raise a family with my beautiful wife." A look of wonder came over her sex flushed face.

"You called me your wife!" she exclaimed happily. "I love it! I'm a wife to the most wonderful man in the world!"

He chuckled and kissed her swollen lips until she was panting for breath.

"Now I know why you delayed us from going home for so long," she said softly. "You were waiting for Papa and William to get here, you sly devil."

He smiled happily and nodded.

"It was a difficult secret to keep. We've known for several days they were headed our way. They did well down south and have killed a ton of redcoats. George and his men were relieved by Army regulars and sent on their way. Fortunately, they sent a runner to Nathan to ask for advice and he answered that they should make haste to meet us here. I thought it would be an excellent time for us to get married. I'm so glad you said yes," he said happily as he nuzzled her.

Abby slid down and caught his still wet cock in her small fist, pumping him until she felt a response. The nearby cries of June and Rose as their mates took them savagely were an aphrodisiac to them, and Alec responded rapidly to her caresses.

"Get inside me again, big man, and fill me up. Your woman needs you."

Meanwhile, Sarah was working up the nerve to take. He'd eaten heruntil she nearly lost her mind, and every time she almost crested into orgasm, he pulled away until she cried out in frustration.

"I'll do my best to not hurt you, little one," he said softly, as he filled his hands with her huge breasts, kneading them carefully and plucking her nipples until she writhed beneath him. She nodded bravely and pulled him down over her. She hissed in pleasure when he parted her gates, stretching her slightly. Nodding in acceptance, she gasped at the sensation and put a cautious hand on his belly, stopping him for a moment.

"Please, give me a few seconds," she groaned, almost overcome from the pain she felt at his intrusion. "So big," she whispered. "My husband was nothing this, not even close." Nathan felt a surge of pride and his cock jerked as he heard her words.

His leg began to hurt, so he knelt again between her thighs and raised her calves to his shoulders. He was sweating slightly and she noticed the pain on his handsome face.

"Is your leg hurting, sweetheart?" she asked, as she caressed his thighs.

"Is it so obvious?" he asked a bit shamefacedly. "I'd thought to hide it better, it hurts like the hammers of hell right now."

"Can I do something to help?" she asked innocently.

"Well, maybe I can lay down and you can get on top. I'll show you the way," he smiled.

They shuffled about until Sarah was astride him, and he held his cock vertically for her to mount. Instinctively, she crouched over him and taking him in hand, steered him to her wet center. He smiled proudly when she gasped and groaned as she tried to work him inside her, crying out when he suddenly slid inside with a sudden rush.

"Ah, so good," she whispered.

She watched him closely as his nostrils flared and his face flushed a deep red, and she knew he must be near his climax. Finally, he lost control of himself.

"You've killed me, woman!" he groaned. "I've never felt the like."

"I've never felt the like either," she returned prettily, as she sat astride him. She looked down between them as she gently pulled up and off of him, concerned about his leg. She gasped as he slid free and slapped down wetly on his belly. Unable to help herself, she took him in her hands and reverently looked down at him.

"What a beast you are," he heard her whisper. He recalled her words of a few days ago, stating how she desired to be used by a man. He decided to test her and see if she really meant it.

Bravely, she leaned down and opened her mouth and took him inside. She was shocked at the mixed taste of him and her, so tangy yet somehow sweet as she ran her tongue around and under his swollen head, exactly as Rose had instructed her.

Another sexy growl left his throat and heightened her own pleasure at the thought of what she was doing to him. She swallowed and went back for more.

"Ah, so good, sweetheart," he groaned aloud, making her smile happily.

"Why thank you, kind sir," she whispered, as she pulled up and off of him. He protested but she insisted on checking his wound, finding it weeping a spot of blood but nothing looked too serious. She petted his thighs and flanks until his eyelids began to droop, then she curled up next to him and tugged his head over on her breast. Instinctively, he nuzzled in and was asleep in an instant. She gazed down at his crown and smiled happily to herself. She'd finally been used by a real man and she reveled in the feeling.

The next day, Alec's company of men and camp followers packed up and left for Blenheim plantation in the late morning. Happy goodbyes were shouted out as they parted from General Greene's regiment. Rose hugged Sarah and shed a few tears of joy. Sarah had chosen to stay with Nathan at his urging and she smiled like the sun whenever her glance landed on him. Nathan squeezed Rose half to death and kissed her soundly as she took her leave.

"Thank you for introducing us, Miss Rose," he said, as Sarah stood at his side. "I wish you and William a long and prosperous life. Perhaps when the war is over, Sarah and I can come visit."

"Of course, Uncle Nathan, you two will always be welcome, wherever we may be." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips warmly, then did the same to a blushing Sarah. Wiping tears from her eyes, she boarded the wagon alongside her husband and waved goodbye to the happy couple.

It took five days for the company to reach the plantation. Alec had chosen to take their time in respect for the wounded that were laid up in the wagons. Abby, Rose and June did yeoman's work in aiding the injured men, and many a patient was smitten by the charms of the beautiful girls.

The three women did their best to match up soldiers with the many war widows and young single women that had accompanied them on the journey. Abby had an ulterior motive, she wanted lots of fruitful families to live and work on her two plantations, and new couples expecting children would be ideal as long term employees.

When she wasn't tending the wounded, she rode with her father and Uncle William on their wagons, teasing long tales from them about the previous months of war. Rose and June also spent time with their lovers, the two vixens literally glowing with love for the men they'd missed so badly. Rose was of the same frame of mind as Abby. She was sick to death of war, wanting only safety for her and William in the hopes of starting a family. June simply wanted George by her side. She longed for a child, but knew he'd probably be against it at his age. She sighed to herself and snuggled into his broad shoulder, hoping that she'd soon be able to babysit for Abby and Rose, if all went well.

On the evening of the fifth day they rolled into Blenheim. Unknown to the company, Alec had sent Earl and Robert ahead to warn Joseph and Madeline about their arrival. A cheering crowd met the weary travelers and they eagerly assisted them in unloading the wagons and tending to the livestock. Maddy had been cooking all day and everyone enjoyed a massive feast while celebrating the return of the victorious soldiers. Joseph reported to Alec, claiming all was well at the plantation and the redcoats hadn't made a showing for quite a while, but the men still maintained a security force, day and night.

"We've scouted two days ride to the south and haven't seen hide nor hair of the enemy," Joseph stated. "Word is that the redcoats are retreating as fast as possible and nearly beaten." Alec clapped a big hand on his back and thanked him profusely for staying behind and securing Abby's tobacco fields.

"By the way," Alec continued, "how's it going with your three ladies?"

Joseph colored a bit and couldn't keep a smile from breaking his scarred, taciturn face.

"It's better than I expected, sir. Maddy is an amazing woman and she keeps the other two minx hard at work, but they play harder and I certainly enjoy that. Especially when Maddy joins in," he chuckled happily.

"I well know the feeling," Alec returned with a wink. "Those days are nearly over for me I believe, and happily so. George and William can worry about satisfying their women from now on."

Just then, Maddy summoned them to the parlor where the happy family was reunited after their long ordeal. Abby insisted that Maddy, Joseph, Mira and Sabra join them for drinks and a short, private celebration. William and George raised curious eyebrows at the relative newcomers to the family, but when Abby whispered in their ears about the arrangement, they nodded in acceptance.

The next morning, the ring of steel rang through the newly built tobacco barn, raising the curiosity of the plantations inhabitants. Abby and George bounced lightly on their feet as they fenced with each other. Both were sweating from their exertions and panting heavily. June walked through the door causing George's eyes to twitch her way momentarily, and Abby's rapier flickered out to tap his shoulder.

"I've marked you, father!" she shouted happily. He grinned in good nature and wrapped his arm around his lovely June.

"Have I ever told you two how much I love you? It seems a lifetime since we were all together, safe and sound. I'm ready to settle down and live in peace. The problem is, I need a good wife to take care of me."

He looked lovingly down at June and chuckled as her eyes lit up in hope. She and Abby gasped when he dropped to a knee and took June's small, brown hand in his.

"Miss June. My June. Will you marry me, sweetheart?" he said softly as he gazed up into her beautiful, teary eyes.

"Yes, Master! I'll marry you! Oh, I love you so!" She threw herself in his arms and sobbed with joy while Abby wiped tears from her own eyes.

"Let's tell the others," George said happily when the girls had recovered themselves. Together, they locked arms and headed for the big house.

Two years later

Abby sat astride Alec and leaned back, working his cock deep inside her. He tenderly caressed her full breasts and sighed in pleasure as her tightness enveloped him. She leaned forward to feed him a turgid nipple and just before it met his lips the cry of a small child came from the nursery down the hall. Abby groaned when both her nipples spontaneously spurted out warm milk to drip on her husband's chest. Instinctively, she pulled away to see to her child, but he captured her in his arms and pulled her down to nurse at her breast. He murmured in pleasure when he tasted her sweet milk and he suckled hungrily. She gently slapped him on the head and smiled tenderly down at him.

"Save some for your son, naughty man, he sounds hungry"

He sighed in resignation and released her from his arms. Reluctantly, she slid off him, giggling as his huge cock slipped free of her to slap wetly down on his belly.

"Will you be  okay?" she asked as she glanced at his still swollen lance.

"Of course, my love. See to the little one."

Abby silently went down the hall to the nursery only to find Rose had beaten her there and was rocking little Alexander George in her arms. Abby kissed her lips softly and took her son in her arms. Together the two women went to the parlor where Abby settled in an armchair to nurse her son while Rose flopped down on the couch.

"I feel as big as a house!" Rose stated, as she caressed her swollen belly. "Another month or so and I'll be rid of the little beastie," she said fondly, and gazed a bit enviously at the little man sucking hungrily at his mother's breast. She and William had traveled from Durham plantation where he and George were in the process of rebuilding it with help from the former slaves. She intended to stay with Abby and Alec until the birth of her child, with June coming to help in another two weeks or so.

Abby closed her eyes and relaxed while her baby fed, almost falling asleep. Alec trod in the room, stark naked to check on her and not seeing Rose until he walked past the couch she was laying on.

"Oops, sorry!" he exclaimed, and turned to flee, when Rose giggled and spoke up.

"Don't worry, honey. You're much too modest. Here, use my blanket if you must."

He wrapped himself and Rose raised her head so he could sit down, then she pillowed herself on his lap. Abby looked on approvingly while holding her hand out to take Alec's and she sighed in pleasure.

"I'm so happy. I've got my family here and soon our sweet June and father will arrive." she said softly, and gave Alec a contented smile.

"And hopefully William and I will have a healthy child. Little Alec will have a cousin," Rose said softly, as she thought ahead to the future. Alec stirred and disturbing Rose, got to his feet.

"That reminds me, I've been sitting on a piece of news and I believe now is the perfect time to reveal it." He padded down the hall, then returned shortly with a letter that he handed to Abby, then he sat on the floor between her knees. She opened it eagerly and let out a joyful yelp that set little Alec to howling in surprise. She hastily switched him to her other breast, then read the letter aloud.

"Mister George and Mistress June Durham are pleased to announce the impending birth of their first child. No gifts are necessary, just the pleasure of your presence at the birth is requested."

Abby smiled beautifully at an astonished Rose.

"June was worried that father wouldn't want another child and I felt the same. I'm so glad for them both, and I'll have a little brother or sister!" she exclaimed happily. Rose struggled to her feet and leaned down to hug Abby, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Finally, after all this time we're becoming a real family. If it weren't for you and this gorgeous man between your legs, June and I would be long dead. I thank you both for my life and for taking care of us both. I love you two with all my heart," she said tenderly, as her tears splashed atop Alec's curly head. He tugged her down to sit beside him and threw a big arm around her shoulders, then snuggled them both back into Abby's warmth.

The three companions slowly nodded off to sleep while the heir of the new Greene plantation suckled happily, his future bright and secure, thanks to the bloody wartime sacrifices made by his loving mother and father.

The End