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Rebel SpyChapter 20 A Pair of Beauties

Widowed Sisters "Madam," I said with a bow. "Your friend, Madam Von R -- has sent me, I assume at your request." The woman released my hand and raised an eyebrow. I introduced myself and admired her openly. She was a peach, a very high class peach, but a peach nevertheless. Tall, slim, cool, tastefully dressed and openly aroused by something or other, angry or passionate. Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid and her high breasts rose and fell rapidly raising her hardened nipples to...

RebelChapter 40 Fire in a Barn

Again this is out of order, but all these tales take place in the months between the evacuation of New York and the remarkable triumph at Trenton. My nots, unfortunately, are a jumble, mostly undated. After White Plains, I decided to quit the army and go home. I did not get far, and after a slight detour, the army caught up with me. I was fated to be a soldier I suppose. The detour came because of all those stories of brave knights rescuing lovely damsels in distress. I wish I had never read...

RebelChapter 41 The Princess

We called her the princess while she was with us, a kind of natural curiosity; and she was a marvel indeed. She was not just pretty, she was spectacularly beautiful, consciously sensual and incredibly arousing, and she knew it, all of it. Worse, she flaunted it. Her clothes showed it and so did her stance and her attitude. It was hard to glance her way without feeling a surge of something primitive roll through your belly and poke at your member. When she walked by a group of men you could...

Rebel SpyChapter 21 Another Widow

"There is a woman in town," the old lady said with a tiny smile, "oh, you are going to enjoy this, a woman who has been recently widowed. She has been a fine source of information about the British navy and about Tory enterprises." I nodded waiting for the ax to fall. "I want you to go see her and do whatever she wants; comfort her." "Yes'm," I said, thinking I had better bathe and shave, assuming I was being sent to comfort some mature ladyfriend or dusty crone. Several hours...

RebelChapter 42 Anna

The officers had commandeered a big, brick house with four chimneys and white trim as headquarters. I was doing guard duty in front of the place when these two women appeared, both well-dressed and well worth looking at. Admirable is what they were, stunners. "This is my house," the older, darker-haired woman said. "Stand aside." I did as she demanded, and she stomped up the steps followed by the younger, lighter-haired woman who was carrying a valise and who looked at me very coolly as...

Rebel SpyChapter 22 Amelia

"Amelia," the madam said, looking quite displeased, "has become the mistress of a member of Howe's staff, a general somebody-or-other. I tried to discourage her, but she insisted it was the best way to get good information. She claimed to be an expert on the subject." I waited picturing the luscious young woman who had been through so much in her short life. "She's done that kind of work before," I said. "But someone may recognize her." "She knows that. But she changed the way...

RebelChapter 43 Another Widow

This story is out of place and should have been entered earlier. But here it is. Every army has its camp followers, and I generally left them alone unless I was very deeply in need of female solace. Some officers' wives were also in the train that followed the army from place to place, but they usually rode in wagons and the men always left them alone while the washerwomen, trollops and sergeants' girls walked most of the time and were considered fair game. Shortly after we stopped the...

Rebel SpyChapter 23 Annalee Annabelle

"These ladies," said the madam, handing me a note and some directions. "They say they need a driver they can trust, and I think they need a guardian since what they do is often very dangerous." She fanned herself and closed her eyes. "The things we do," she said to herself. "Get along," she said to me with a wave of her fan and a small smile, "and do be useful." The "ladies" turned out to be a mother and daughter who had been highly successful in rising within the Tory...

RebelChapter 45 On the River

When we had nothing better to do, and the big river was nearby, we enjoyed taking pot shots at the officers on the poop decks of passing ships. We seldom hit anyone as far as I could tell, but even at 500 yards, my rifle was very accurate, and I often scattered the afterguard. It was judging the moving target that was the problem, but I enjoyed seeing men scrambling about after one of my shots. Occasionally the tars replied with a bow chaser, aiming at the smoke cloud my riffle produced, but...

Rebel SpyChapter 24 Hard at Work

Obviously the girls did not know I could hear them. They were on the other side of the basement stairs, making an inventory of the winter larder. One musical voice said, "Whatever you do, don't let him in your bed in the morning. The night is bad enough." "I don't understand," said the other girl, "I see five of those." "Um," said the first. "Look on the next shelf. His thing, which is outrageously big anyhow, is enormous early in the day, just enormous, like a rutting...

RebelChapter 46 The Marine s Bride

Our ambush had produced a light carriage, piled high with chests and boxes, and containing a British captain of Marines and his charming, young wife, all frills and ribbons, teary-eyed and wobble-chinned after a loud, rough trip to our hilly place of encampment. We had shot down their two outriders and then killed the driver when he produced a horse pistol. The big, bluff Marine sputtered and swore as we trussed him up, and all of us ogled and gawked at his lovely bride who hung to his arm...

Rebel SpyChapter 25 Julia the Widow

"This woman I am sending you to is an old friend of mine, but she's not very old; just foolish. Her husband, her second husband, is a preacher, Anglican, Church of England, you know what I mean, the King's bunch." The Madam fluttered about, pressed a sealed note into my hands, gave me directions and shooed me on my way. "Do what you can for her," were her parting words. Julia Marshall might have been thirty-five, perhaps forty but I doubt it. She was slim and quiet. Her home, a modest...

Rebel SpyChapter 27 Nephew

There was another Madame Von R-- story that I have recalled from around that time, but it does me no credit. "You've met my nephew," the charming old lady said to me with a flick of her ever-present fan. "Of course," I said, not knowing her nephew from the king. "He's got some woman problems. I told him I knew a man that might be able to help. You," she said, tapping me on the chest with her folded fan and smiling. "Women? I don't know anything about women," I told...

Rebel SpyChapter 29 The Problem Solved

"This is Mrs. Lister," said the Madam, "and her daughter Amy." The girl smiled at me and made a small curtsey while I held her stately mother's hand and admired her grace and beauty. "A militia company," the old lady said, nudging me to get my attention, "has driven them from their home, a local company, New Yorkers they say, that claimed to be with the patriot cause. Call themselves Partisans they do." "I never saw such a foul bunch," the woman said while her daughter stood...

RebelChapter 49 Rapists

When the three women came into camp, they looked terrible - ravaged, beaten, distraught, frightened, their clothes in tatters. I have seldom seen the like. The men who brought them in said they found them huddled together in the woods, incoherent and shaking. We got their story from them in bits and pieces, between bouts of tears and shaking. It was an ugly story. They had been traveling on a regular stage toward a relative's home when a group of Hessians waylaid them. The men on the stage,...

RebelChapter 50 The Price of Bravery

I was above stairs enjoying one of the big tavern's three wenches. I believe it was Janie. In fact I never thought of them separately. They were interchangeable and all fine pieces. We were well into our second session of the afternoon, bouncing on the swaybacked bed, when there was a ruckus downstairs with cursing, doors slamming and chairs hitting the floor. I rolled out of bed despite some half-hearted protests and saw that most of the customers were leaving, a few shaking their fists at...

Rebel SpyChapter 31 Sale

Slave auctions were not common in New Jersey, that was certain. I never heard of such, but I am told that they did occur in the port cities from time to time. The one I discovered was evidently a local institution of some sort with a list of regulars and certain protocols that everyone in the know recognized and adhered to. As an ignorant newcomer, I stood back and learned as men, women, and children of colors ranging from dusty black to chocolate cream were sold for prices ranging from ten...

RebelChapter 51 Sisters

During one of the many lulls in the New York - Jersey campaign engendered by Howe's reluctance or inability to make up his mind, Captain Martin had a visit from his wife and her comely sister, Brigid. The captain was lieutenant Foster's commanding officer, and he volunteered himself to squire the sister about, hardly a hardship since she was so bright and pretty. I was dragooned to drive the chaise and stand guard while they picnicked and dallied in the glen from time to time. One...

Rebel SpyChapter 32 Service as Requested

"Well," the woman said with a small smile, "Let me see this famous instrument." She sat back in her softly upholstered chair and crossed her long legs, letting her foot bounce. "Madam?" I said brightly. I had gone where I was sent and had been brought to the lady's upstairs parlor by a black maid in a starched apron. "Come now," the handsome woman said, making a wry face, "surely a big man like you isn't bashful." I sat and crossed my legs, aware of my growing tumescence. She...

RebelChapter 52 Captured Women

On my way back to Foster's company, I ran into Gilly, sitting on the tail gate of an old wagon at the side of the road. "My, my," she said, "look who's here. Pretty as ever." Another woman appeared from the ditch at the side of the road, her dress and apron hanging open and her lush, young body ready for inspection, and well worth the effort. She pulled her clothes together and stepped up on the worn road. "Wheel's broke," she said. "I'm Annie." I took her offered hand and then...

Rebel SpyChapter 33 Serving Faithfully

Obviously the girls did not know I could hear them. They were on the other side of the basement stairs, making an inventory of the winter larder. One musical voice said, "Whatever you do, don't let him in your bed in the morning. The night is bad enough." "I don't understand," said the other girl, "I see five of those." "Um," said the first. "look on the next shelf. His thing, which is outrageously big anyhow, is enormous early in the day, just enormous, like a rutting...

RebelChapter 53 Silvie

The lady under discussion evidently had some very influential contacts in our army. She was a stunner, they said, who gobbled up men, whose appetites were peculiar and who was never satisfied. The colorful rumors about her grew with each telling. She had seduced Arnold in a fast-moving carriage; she had done it with Wayne standing in a hallway behind a rack of cloaks; she had even bedded Washington himself and devoured the old man's cock, one dispatch rider declared in awe, leaving the big...

RebelChapter 54 Lizzie Violet

"She's back," George said, "an' she's lookin' f'you." "Who?" I asked. "What are you talking about." "That there James woman, the big 'un, the adjutant major's doxie, she's back." He smiled. "I'm sure you 'member her since you nearly got yersef hanged that time." Then I recalled: the carriage with the broken wheel, the three women including little Suzy who sold her non-existent cherry repeatedly, and Lizzie James, a strong and tireless lover and then the vile rapes. I...

RebelChapter 55 The Prisoner

Evidently it was some very influential local who had contacts with the Congress in Philadelphia that brought the problems of Dr. Flannery to Gen. Washington's attention. And eventually, through the chain of command, the problems and the job came to be Lt. Foster's and then mine. The story, as we got it, was that a local Tory of some means had been dispossessed of his home and, as if that were not enough, the Redcoats or the Hessians, he was not sure which, we holding his daughter for ransom...

RebelChapter 56 Laura Again

At first I thought that the girl might have been twelve or so, but when she shed her layers of rags and walked out into the creek, I discovered she was a full-grown woman complete with some hair between her legs, just a small and young one with a plain, honest face. I enjoyed watching her wash herself, dunking her head beneath the icy water several times and rubbing sand from the creek bottom on her arms and legs. Then she waded ashore and stood over me, dripping water on my leg from the...

RebelChapter 58 An Officer s Mistress

Out scouting by myself for a change, I heard some horses approaching and got off the road. Several blue-unformed Hessians rode past at a good canter leading a small group of riderless horses. Once they were out of sight, I went on my way and in a few minutes came upon a big carriage, where, it seemed obvious, some of the horses had come from. At first I thought it was abandoned with some open trunks on the ground and clothes strewn about, but then I heard a scream and, as I rode around the...

RebelChapter 60 The Quartermaster s Wife

I lay on a creekside and remembered when there were lulls, times when we had little or nothing to do except take care of our clothes and shoes, clean our weapons and rest. During one of those slack times, I knew that Lt. Foster had been busily serving the quartermaster's randy wife even before I talked her maid into my tent for a pleasant if tiring evening of give and take, suck and fuck. I gave it to her and she took again and again until she collapsed. panting and covering me with kisses....

RebelChapter 61 The Young One

During one of our stays in a regular camp, Lieutenant Foster had comely visitors, two of them. A pretty. blonde woman of twenty-five or so, that he rogered regularly during their stay, and her willowy younger cousin, carrot-haired and freckle-faced, barely nubile from the look of her, who resisted every subalterns' overtures but did dance and flirt with a few. We regular soldiers, of course, had no chance with either of them. When the time came for us to move on, the lieutenant sent for...

RebelChapter 63 Gold

The bunch we ambushed had some prisoners. We killed one before we figured out the people they were prodding along in front of them were civilians with their hands tied behind them. Lt. Foster yelled at us and in a running fight that went about two miles down this forest road, we managed to bring down the whole redcoat detail and salvage two of their captives. Two others died in the fight although I cannot say whose shots killed them. While some men searched the dead and picked up the...

RebelChapter 64 Indians

"I believe you know my wife," the captain said calmly, nearly giving me a heart attack. Suzanne smiled sweetly at me, and I took her offered hand and said, "Of course, that unfortunate business." "Yes, yes," said the captain. "Well, while you've been off gallivanting, she and her sister - I believe you've also met Brigid - and a friend of theirs have been visiting the camp." I nodded and watched Suzanne lick her lips and take a breath to poke out her lovely boobs. I wondered if...

RebelChapter 65 On the River

I was never much of a sailor although I had worked on the Bay one oyster season with an uncle of mine who lived just north of Annapolis. I learned a lot in a short time over there including a few things about girls. I was maybe fourteen or fifteen and never thought of anything but girls. Nevertheless, under my lieutenant's questioning, I had to admit that I could swim and that I knew bow from stern and a little something about sails and such. He sent me down to the river where that was a...

RebelChapter 66 Galley Slave

I never made it to camp, at least not for a fortnight, and in fact, I was back on the water almost at once, much against my will. A Redcoat patrol gobbled me up and sent me, with my arms tied behind me and my belt and weapons as displays of my rebellious intent, down river where I was made a galley slave. Now I know that sounds odd and unbelievable, but that is what we were, galley slaves. Only it was not a galley but a barge and none of us were chattel slaves. In fact the one slave in the...

RebelChapter 67 Lily

Once more I was waylaid and my good intentions got me no closer to my struggling and retreating company. A light carriage lay leaning precariously into a ditch, both off-side wheels well buried, perhaps burst apart, the boxes that had been atop it broken open, clothes scattered. The horses were gone and a still body lay sprawled across the driver's seat, one bloody arm dangling. Inside the ruined rig I found a small young woman in velvet traveling clothes lying under a rather corpulent and...

RebelChapter 68 Friends

You are not going to believe this next story. I hardly believe it myself. I was headed back toward our retreating army, dodging patrols and well behind the pursuing British under Cornwallis when I came across a small settlement well hidden in a gentle valley. There were just a few wooden houses, perhaps ten, a small mill and a log meeting house. The village was filled with Quakers, a breakaway sect perhaps, who seemed to be almost self-sufficient and basically disinterested in the outside...

RebelChapter 69 Irish

"Since you like to travel so much," Lt. Foster said, "suppose you go back into the city there, open your ears and close your mouth, stay out of loose women's arms, and try to discover what these foul Redcoats are up to." I cooked some rations, drew more ammunition, looked to my gear and was on my way, proud to be trusted after being on the list of deserters for some time. The first night I was in the city, with my good horse carefully stabled, I ran into a very odd sort of business. As...

RebelChapter 70 Wounded

The fight had been short and vicious, and when it was over, I lay in a ditch of muddy water with a searing wound in my left shoulder and an ankle swollen to twice it usual size. I smelled smoke and levered myself up to see that off to the east, the woods were on fire. Screams told me that wounded men were being burned alive, and the smell told me that human flesh was roasting, dead or living. I sat up, found the tampion in my pocket and shoved it into the muzzle of my filthy musket. Then I...

RebelChapter 71 A Milling Operation

I am not sure who brought us information about the Tory miller, but whoever it was, I owe him a debt of sincere gratitude. The lieutenant detailed George and me to go out with an empty wagon and to bring it back filled with flour, no excuses acceptable. So that was what we did, at least what we set out to do, and when we followed the directions and crude map we had been given, we found the mill. It was well-built of local stone and had a overshoot wheel. We could actually hear it groaning...

RebelChapter 72 A Young One

I am not sure whose bright idea it was, probably the captain's. He dressed himself up as a well-to-do planter and sold George and me into bondage, complete with phony contracts. George went off to work on the docks and learned some useful information before he broke and ran when they decided to send him to Barbados, and I suffered a different sort of fate as a groom at the riverside home of the Ambrose family, one of the richest bunch of Tories anywhere. I should have been able to learn...

Rebel PrincessChapter 2

Safely hidden underneath the nondescript clothing assigned to her when she entered the remote castle, Alice was certain the only one who suspected her true identity was the blade tutor Anton and he was sort of fellow that would take a secret to the grave and never issue a whisper of a hint to a living soul. She followed her two guides to the next chamber without lifting her head. The young swordplay student never gave her a second glance because her form was completely hidden under the...

Rebel PrincessChapter 3

Young Alice was dangerously armed now and she was eager to take revenge on the mercenary forces currently running things in the center of the realm with total lack of pity or mercy for the royal members of a society upside down ever since the demise of the Queen mother in the hours of darkness hardly one moon before. Her memory of her oral payments for her wonderful new blade brought a glow to her cheeks that caused her to look over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching her movements...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 2 Ivy

It was getting up toward midnight that moonlit evening when I finished my other Trenton chores still enjoying memories of my time with the lusty redjead, talked to all of my trusted contacts and then tapped on the Snyder's barred back door. Felicity admitted me with her finger to her smiling lips. Her boys were with their grandparents near New Brunswick, and we both hoped Ivy was sound asleep upstairs. I kissed her and held her close, pushing aside her robe and letting my hands run over the...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 3 Girls

We stopped in Philadelphia on our way south. When I say we, I mean General Greene and his entourage including Captain Foster and his skirmishers, scouts and spies, the small outfit I belonged to. While Nathanael Green tried to pump blood and traveling money out of the stony and impecunious Congress, we had pretty much free run in the big city for a few days. Philadelphia, at that time, probably had more whores than the rest of America put together and a lot of them claimed to be fresh...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 4 Virtue

The third girl from that trip southward was much more of a surprise and not such a happy one. She called to me from the doorway of a merchant's shop near the waterfront, and since few people in that town knew my name, I quickly responded. At first, I thought she was a boy, a slim, rather short boy, but she was as it turned out very much a young woman. "I'm Virtue Y--," she said. "Don't you remember me, me and my sister and our poor mother? They call me Trudy." It came back slowly...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 5 Sheila

The fourth woman from the past was Sheila McLean, the desiccated minister's luscious widow. She stepped right in front of me on the street, her head down and her hand out, "Spare a shilling, sir?" she said with a quaver. There was something familiar about her. As I dug in my purse she looked up at me with dark, bloodshot eyes, and my cock jumped in recognition. "I know you," I told her, searching my memory. "There was a fire. Who are you?" She twisted away and started to run but her...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 6 My Mistake

On November 2, a date I'm not likely to forget, the day before we were to mount up for the long trip down the coast, I spied a lovely young woman, a real heart stopper, being carried through the streets in one of those fancy sedan chairs. I wish I had not. She glanced my way and smiled before hiding behind a frilly fan. Her smile promised things I was always thinking about. She had hair the color of spun gold and as classic a profile as any I had seen depicted in images of Greek or Roman...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 7 Enlightenment

We left Philadelphia the next day, headed for Baltimore and Annapolis. Greene and Von Steuben along with their aides, rode in front while Foster and our small company of scouts trailed the wagons as a afterguard, eating dust now and then. Two of our men were always a mile ahead, out on the flanks, just in case. Greene was a great believer in scouts and spies. Captain Foster and I rode in silence for several miles, getting accustomed to the rhythm of our mounts, enjoying the fine day. When we...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 8 Gretchen

The second night on the road, we camped near a fine mansion on the upper reaches of the Delaware Bay. The servants from the home, as well as the lord and lady of the manor, came down with platters of food and gallons of drink. We lay in the shade, relaxed and told each other what a terrible thing war was. I was stuffing tobacco in my pipe when I became aware of two well-shod feet, one on each side of my extended leg. "So, you lazy good-for-nothing," the small woman with her fists on her...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 9 Gertrude

I told my captain that I wanted a week to take care of the lady's sister who lived up on the Hudson and was being harassed by some foul Tories. I said they would let me borrow two horses, and I would rejoin Greene's team down on the Chesapeake, no harm done. He looked dubious even after I showed him on the map, but he let me go, and gave me a written pass. At that time, I had a good bit of money, blood money for the most part, the coins of dead men. I went to the stable, said the madam had...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 10 Toward Annapolis

So southward I rode, sore and well pleased with myself, going toward my own state, Maryland, and looking forward to the fleshpots of Annapolis Town which, like most ports, was known for its tavern wenches and sturdy ale. Once across the line laid down by Mr. Mason and Mr. Dixon, I felt much more at home. I believed that the air was cleaner and the breeze fresher as I rode until I was satisfied that in one more day I could reach the capital where I hoped to find my outfit and General Greene...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 11 A Favor

Baltimore was full of rumors and women of easy virtue, and that is where I caught up with Foster and my companions. The Maryland legislature was in session when we reached Annapolis, so we paused there for a day or two while General Greene outlined his needs and shortages. General Mordecai Gist, who had survived at Camden by taking to the swamps while Gates skedaddled, agreed to forward whatever supplies could be squeezed out of the Maryland counties, but no one thought much was to be...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 12 The Swede

Now Philadelphia I am sure had more whores than any other city in America at that time, but Georgetown housed a higher proportion of friskers, I believe, than any place in the world. I guess there might have been a thousand inhabitant of the small, busy port, with a lot more on Saturdays, but there must have been at least a hundred trollops among them. They served the merchant fleet, which was numerous, as well as the tobacco planters that visited regularly, nearly every weekend, the factors...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 13 Violet

In the western part of Maryland, I ran into a peculiar situation one day when I was scouting ahead, looking for good road that could lead us to a crossing of the Potomac. At a crossroads a sale was going on, not exactly an auction although some items were being bid on and sold to the highest bidder. I asked what provoked the sale and was told that a tobacco farmer's wife had died, leaving him with several small children and only one full-grown son so he had decided to give his children to...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 14 Southern Women

On November 12 we reached Mount Vernon where Mrs. Washington was getting ready to travel north to join her husband for another long winter on the Hudson. Later the British came to visit while she was away. It's a fine, big house, even if a bit run down, and was built right on the river as were many of the large plantation homes in Virginia. We enjoyed a good meal, and most of Foster's company, but not the Frenchman, declined the offer of slave girls to warm their beds. Mine was a young...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 17 Melissa

They had kidnapped the colonel's wife. That was all we heard. The staff officers did not say who had done the kidnapping or which colonel had lost his wife; they simply said to Foster's company: go fetch her back. So we dispersed after a glance at the oval miniature of the dark-eyed lady and a brief description of a twenty-some-year-old who stood about this high (the vain captain held his hand shoulder high) and weighed perhaps eight stone or so, so he said. There were likely ten thousand...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 18 Dimity

A few days later a motley bunch of bushwhackers got surprised by Foster's screening company as they lay sprawled by their makeshift tents. They were armed, dirty and stupid, but they had a woman with them so we stopped to find out what was going on. At first I was not sure that the woman was still alive. "Who's the girl?" Lt. Foster asked the man who claimed to be their leader. "Damn if I knows," he said, "but we been horsing her reg'lar, las' couple a'days." "Where did she...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 19 Ninty Six

Over the next few days I rested up some with a Whig family that dressed my wounds, applied some herbs and spiderwebs here and there and shared their meager supply of food with me, a lot of corn mush and hominy. That strap had made the worst looking mess of my body since the Battle of Trenton when I got horsewhipped for helping a quail named Sally among other things. That story's back in Book Three I think. I was pissing blood again, and it took a week before I could see out of my left eye....

Rebel in the SouthChapter 21 Lucy

I was able to keep all the spare muskets and dead men's ammunition only two days. Then I got persuaded, talked out of it you might say, convinced anyhow that it was in my interest to let the stuff go. I must admit that I was well rewarded. I rode into a small, nameless crossroad's village about noon under a sky that promised rain, found the blacksmith at work and got him to look at my two horses' feet and shoes. While he did that, I visited the local and had a bitter pint of beer. "See...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 22 Dawn

Two days later, I really got to test my wellness and fortitude. It was late in the afternoon when I heard the whip crack and the scream of pain. Off to my right, in what appeared to be a fruitful hollow, spread a plantation with a big main house, a double row of outbuildings and a cluster of slave quarters. I rode over out of curiosity in time to hear the whip and the sharp outcry again. It sounded like a young boy or a woman to me. A saw a cluster of people in the back of the brick house,...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 25 Slavery

"Now, y'see them two," the big man said, leaning back in his chair and taking his cigar from his soft-lipped mouth. "Them two's m'pride n'joy; yes they is. "Come ri'over heah girls." The pair of youngster approached meekly, hands behind them, heads down. They looked a bit like twins, nearly the same size and color. "Now these two, they had different momma's, yessah. Would you believe it?" He grabbed one girl by the thigh and turned her about. "This here one, we calls Yasmine....

Rebel in the SouthChapter 26 Portia

Unfortunately, a half day later, I was back in the soup. I heard the noise before I saw the problem, and the problem turned out to be a sight larger than I first thought it was. Two good-sized men were wrestling with a women in an open-sided shed, and their intentions were clear since one had his foreflap ajar and his long member dangling in the breeze. I dismounted quickly and ran at them, obviously unseen. I pulled one off and tossed him aside and then got the would-be rapist's arm up in...

Rebel 1777Chapter 9 Recovery

Three days later I awoke in Susan's bed with a full-fledged erection. I would not include this fact except that I had suspected I would never have another. I just lay on my back and enjoyed the feel of it poking up and rubbing at her thin quilt. My lieutenant had given me a pass for a week's leave after I told him what had happened to Susan and me and after one of those doctors over in camp looked at my bruises. He thought the stocking on my injured member was funny until he pulled it off...

Rebel 1777Chapter 10 Problems

By nightfall I had spent some time and more than a few of Susan's shillings in Princeton taverns and had a reasonable idea of what was going on. Lord Cornwallis had headed toward the river with most of his force, moving a lot faster than Howe ever thought about except when he was pursuing Loring's wife, so big old Washington and his straggly bunch of continual losers was in trouble down at Trenton, the Princeton Tories said. "Cornwallis will bag him," seemed to be the consensus. He had...

Rebel 1777Chapter 11 Progress

By the time I reached Princeton, the savage battle was over and the town was being looted by the victorious Americans. There were small piles of mangled and stripped bodies everywhere. I found my scouting friends and my dubious lieutenant and reported that I had gotten lost somewhere in the Barrens. He told me that they had planned to attack New Brunswick but that too many men had deserted and the rest were exhausted. Many of our men had died in this fight, unlike the one at Christmas. He...

Rebel 1777Chapter 12 Otto

The next night, at about 10:30 we heard boot-shod feet coming up the short path from the street, and I rose to stand beside the door. At the quick knock, Felicity pulled the door open and let her visitor see her in her plum-colored gown, with her more than ample breasts overflowing the low, lacy neckline and her dark hair piled high above her fine forehead. The man snorted and stepped into the room, his decorative spurs a-jingle. I slipped behind him, closing the door with my hip, put my hand...

Rebel 1777Chapter 14 Magda

During that week I learned how to use my fine, new rifle with its heavy, octagonal barrel. I soon found that with patience, correct elevation and the proper rest, I could hit almost anything I could clearly see, so I decided that instead of having Felicity dragoon another foolish male to her doorstep the next Thursday, I would bag my own. I hated soldiering, but I enjoyed hunting. When I told my pillow mate of my plan, after we were able to get our breath and speak rationally to each other,...

Rebel 1777Chapter 15 Ginny

I have thought about this, about her, for some time, trying to decide if I could even describe her, if I should try. I had never seen a woman take her clothes off so carefully or artfully as Ginny did in the upstairs room with the huge bed, piled high with soft, thin mattresses. I just sat and watched in admiration and surprise, mouth drooped open, as she peeled out of her worn garments and let me see her lovely, long body bit by glorious bit, turning now and then and letting the dim light...

Rebel 1777Chapter 16 Gelding

"It's getting worse out there," Felicity said at supper. "The Hessians were bad, frightening, brutal, and they're still around, but now the Redcoats are tearing up the countryside. Rape's back on the increase, common as sin ever was, and the Redcoats don't mind doing boys." She looked across at Ivy who keep her eyes down and ate her food voraciously as did her brothers. "I saw some of that kind of thing out in the Barrens," I said. "Got me a young lieutenant, too, without much of...

Rebel 1777Chapter 17 Ransome

I found two Redcoats standing at a crossroads looking at a small map. I stopped and asked if I could help them. They told me that they were looking for the Post Road. "If you'll ride to that rise," I told the young ensign, "you should be able to see it." He kneed his horse and galloped away. "Got any tobacco," I asked the noncom, a small but grizzled veteran who looked at me suspiciously. He dug in his pocket and produced a twist as I stepped behind him, yanked up his chin and cut his...

Rebel 1777Chapter 18 Deceived

I decided to head back for Mrs. Snyder's welcoming bed and managed to get thoroughly lost within a hour after sunset. I spotted a campfire ahead and walked my tired horse in that direction. It proved to be two more Redcoats, obviously guarding a crossroads and very unhappy with their cold duties. They had a pretty good fire going and were grilling slabs of ham on their spike bayonets when I walked into the circle of light. One put down his meat carefully and lifted his musket in my...

Rebel 1777Chapter 19 Jailed

I awoke with sore shoulders and realized that they had left me with my arms tied behind me, still stark naked. I had somehow managed to sleep in the straw on the jail floor along with various of God's smaller creatures including a large family of field mice. I struggled to my feet, disturbing the scurrying mice. The cell was about eight feet long and four feet wide. All four walls were stone and there was one small window with iron bars high on the outside wall. The day appeared to be very...

Rebel 1777Chapter 21 Retribution

"We gotta do something about them damn Germans," the captain said at one of our rare winter meetings. He passed the jug and asked for suggestions. We drank his whisky and waited for him to tell us what he had decided. "Ought to make it like a surprise if we can," he said. "Catch 'em sleeping." "They do put out guards, pickets," somebody said. The captain made a face at him. "Get rid a'them first," he said, "quietly." "What brought this on?" I asked. "More rapes, more...

Rebel 1777Chapter 22 New Brunswick

My trip to New Brunswick encouraged Captain Foster to plan a raid on the German headquarters in our area. "No sense a'waiting in the cold for them to come out," he said. "We can go right in an' gig 'em." It sounded good, and I described the barracks they had and the officers' quarters. I guess there were about forty or fifty of them stationed right in the town and more out in scattered posts. We had a dozen men, and the odds did not seem exactly grand to me. Captain Foster said he...

Rebel 1777Chapter 23 Girls

Probably the oddest, and for a short time the funniest, of my winter adventures, involved another tavern where George and I came upon two young British subalterns who had brought a pair of the local beauties in from somewhere nearby for a meal and a screw. The men seemed drunker than might do them good in bed and the young women looked disappointed if not downright angry when we arrived and sat smiling at them. We assumed that the girls were from Tory families, but we did not let that...

Rebel 1777Chapter 25 Trudi

The five or six of us in my group generally hid out somewhere along the south branch of the Raritan, but because we could not trust our neighbors very much despite the rapine of the Hessians, we were constantly on the move and seldom slept in the same place more than a day or two. There were many empty houses in the region, but few willing women. On one scouting foray, looking for new boots and girls of easy virtue, I did find one that I thought took a shine to me, and my pride and lust damn...

Rebel 1777Chapter 27 Family

We were all curious when the big wagon pulled up and five women tumbled out and started raising a big tent with the help and shouted orders of the two burly men. A few questions led to a lot of volunteers. They were building a whorehouse and those who helped put up the tent were promised first crack and reduced rates. I ambled over and found three quite sturdy, dirt plain and tired looking women, one very young girl with a slim body, bad teeth and a mop of golden hair and a women who...

Rebel 1777Chapter 28 Whisky

On another chill winter day as I sat near our small campfire roasting birds one of the men had brought down with his shotgun, a bedraggled young woman stumbled in with blood dripping from her nose. "Help me, please," he mumbled as she fell into my arms. I brought her near the fire. She looked more than half-frozen and wore only a torn dress and apron. She was both barefoot and hatless. The rest of my group was out hunting, I was taking my turn as guard and lookout. "Over yonder," she...

Rebel 1777Chapter 29 Six

I think it was just after that when Captain Foster sent me down to the barrens south of Trenton to see about a friend of his. Somehow he had received a message about some kind of trouble so he gave me directions, told me to take three days' rations and go find out what was happening. "This here's a friend, now, remember that," he said with a smile. "And stay out a'her bed. Her man was a good soldier, died bravely on Long Island. Him and me chased the girls together when we was...

Rebel 1777Chapter 31 Surprised

Shortly after that adventure, I had one of my most embarrassing days of the much-too-long war. I was standing guard one early-morning moment and the next thing I knew, Jim was screaming. I awoke with my face in a cold mud puddle, wondering what had happened until I felt the pain begin to swell across the back of my skull. Obviously, I slowly figured out, someone had clubbed me while I was supposed to be guarding our camp and everyone else but Simon and I were asleep. I lifted my head and saw...

Rebel 1777Chapter 32 Ambushed

Having a girl in some private was a real treat that winter. Usually there were eight or nine men and two or three women grunting and groaning in one of those square, log shelters in Morristown after somebody showed up with a jug and a whore or two. I had to be pretty drunk to get involved in those long evenings, but I did a few. One of our patrols had disappeared, just vanished. Six men gone. Captain Foster was mad as hell and told the rest of us to get out there and find out what happened...

Rebel 1777Chapter 33 Rebecca

I think it was about then, shortly after I had lost my stripes again not that we got paid often or much, anyhow at about that time the captain gave me a special assignment because I was the only man available and unoccupied. He told me that clearly when he called me. "I'd rather send 'most anybody else," he said. "I want you to promise me that you'll stay awake, stay sober and stay out of fancy women's beds until you get to Trenton." "Yessir," I said by reflex. "My cousin's...

Rebel 1777Chapter 34 Burial

Right after that, I told Captain Foster I needed to check with my spies in Trenton, and I headed down to see if I could help Nancy bury her Pa, hoping she had not already married and taken care of that task It was still pretty cold with ice in the creeks, so I doubted that she had. I reached her small home about nightfall, and she was happy to see me. Kissed me, fed me, and bedded me. "I'm goin' to marry him." she said, when we paused after exhausting each other under the covers of her...

RebelChapter 80 Erina

(Editor's note : sorry about the repetitions - just sloppy bookkeeping) The visiting politician was old, perhaps seventy, maybe more, bewigged and pantalooned, accompanied by several servants and his toothsome wife. It was, of course, the wife that immediately caught my eye. She soon had hundreds of eyes on her, perhaps thousands. She was a stirring beauty of, I decided, perhaps twenty, red-headed and white-skinned, with green eyes and lush body that must have made every man in camp hard...

RebelChapter 81 Three Sisters

The wagon came into camp with a slight, blonde girl driving and a tall, lean man sitting beside her. They found a level place and stretched out an awning from the side of their rig. A small pianoforte appeared along with two more young women, one seemingly a good bit older than the other. The man announced himself as a preacher, said we were in for a revival and invited one and all to attend the afternoon session. Since most of us had little to do and any entertainment or distraction is...

RebelChapter 83 The Twins

The man was obviously frantic, nearly incoherent, but after we calmed him down the story spilled out. He had been to the market and when he returned to his farm it was crawling with Hessians. "They's strippin' it bare," he moaned, "takin' ever'thing." 'Damn shame," I said, shaking my head. "How many of 'em?" Lt. Foster asked. "Looked like twenty or so," the man said, "an' they got the twins." "The what?" I asked. "M'girls, my twins," he cried, wringing his...

RebelChapter 84 A Lady

They called her the "princess" and "duchess" but she really should have been just Lady M-- since her husband was Lord M--, one of the peace commissioner's aides, down from Upper Canada so we were told and parlaying with men from our much-depleted army and from the slow-poke Congress in Philadelphia. They arrived, the finicky lord and his luscious lady did, unannounced, asking to see the camp and talk to some of the officers. Someone obviously forgot to tell us they were coming which was...

RebelChapter 85 Bedwork

Since she seemed such a small, frail, light-boned young woman despite her wild writhing and her almost-continuous moans of pleasure at what I had done with my hands and tongue after stripping her bare, I was extra careful when I mounted her, spread her long legs and got the swollen head of my rigid pintle through her curly fleece and up into her narrow inner lips. She squealed and closed her eyes as I grabbed her round buttocks, lifted her hips, popped my smooth-headed ram forward and sank a...

RebelChapter 87 Laura

I had been on the road for most of the day and the light was rapidly fading when a carriage flew past, getting up on two wheels before righting itself and fish-tailing out of sight. The liveried driver was whipping the pair of chestnuts in the traces, half-standing in the box. I just had time to scratch my ear when two brigands thundered by, barely giving me a glance, pistols in their hands and blood in their eyes, highwaymen from the look of them, a rag-tag brace of bandits. I was glad I was...

RebelChapter 88 What She Like to Do

"Chrissie laiks to fook." That was what the laughing girl told me when I met her for the first time. By then her English was a lot better but that line was the first thing some of our men had taught her to say, and now she knew it was both funny and provocative. Chrissie was a small blonde with very light-colored hair, nearly colorless, an upturned nose, a compact and exciting body with a tiny waist, heavy thighs and the nerves of a sapper. And she did like to fuck. Everybody said so. Her...

RebelChapter 89 The Courtesan

One of the problems about fighting rearguard actions was that they usually ended in retreat and not everybody got the word to fall back at the same time. At least that was the excuse I was given after I was left behind during one such action. It had been going pretty well that morning until the British got some more men into the fray, and the weight of their iron and lead convinced Lt. Foster to live to fight another day. He later told me that he blew his whistle and shouted, but it was very...

RebelChapter 90 May Like the Month

This odd tale obviously belongs somewhere else, but I can't figure out where, so here it is. Enjoy, I did! If the man she was with had not been such a fop, a fey macaroni, an obvious wastrel, I might not have bothered with her, despite the fact that she was a toothsome youngster with a body that would make a saint tremble. As it was I plunked myself down beside her, drank off half of my beer and offered her my hand and my name before the astonished boy could even squawk. "May," she said...

RebelChapter 91 Andrea

I was hard at work, plunging up and down into a hefty doxy who had been boarded several hundred times too many. When the stage arrived, she pushed me aside, pulled down her dirty dress and hurried to the stairs, leaving me half finished but not altogether unhappy since horsing her had bit a bit like dropping a bucket in a well. Ah hell, I thought, half a loaf. I slapped it down, got myself together and followed her to the common room. The stage had disgorged a motley load, mostly male, but...

RebelChapter 93 Senseless Violence

The luscious young woman was seated between two fops well back in the corner of a smoky tavern. I had watched them for a while and decided that she was in some trouble. My memory told me that I had seen this all before. The light was dim but the lantern above them showed the tops of her high, firm breasts which lay in a gown so low cut as to be nearly without bodice. I sat down by a macaroni wearing an embroidered waistcoat over his bulging belly. "Miss," I said, "May I be of...

RebelChapter 94 Ostler

On the discouraging retreat across New Jersey my outfit acted as rear guard most days. It was hard and nasty work as the British dogged us in a half-hearted manner. An ambitious bastard called Tarleton, I believe, was in charge of this effort while Howe fell once more into Mrs. Loring's plump arms for comfort. We ambushed them along the forest roads and in the swampy areas, slowed them down and allowed Washington's shrinking army to make its way toward the river and Pennsylvania. Very few...

RebelChapter 95 Charity

"Dragoons," George yelled just before we opened fire. "Don' miss!" We didn't, and in a few minutes we had downed six riders, blown a witless driver from his seat and left an armed guard kicking in the ditch. They were good soldiers but no match for our weapons or marksmanship. We had started with four primed rifles, and after the first volley, George had loaded and I had hit them, one after another as they milled about, stopped by a felled tree on the narrow road. One ran for it, and I...

RebelChapter 96 The Colonel s Wife

The colonel's wife must have been a burden to him. He was a New Englander, from Rhode Island I believe, and she was a New Yorker, from one of the old Dutch families. He was dark and hawk nosed with eyes like flint. She was blonde, blue eyed and ripe as a summer peach. They were both ambitious. As we retreated, the group of camp followers with Washington's army dwindled and shrank to a pitiful, and mostly ragged, few, but the colonel's wife and her entourage, were a shining and welcome...

RebelChapter 97 Young Betty

Obviously, especially in hindsight, the man should never have brought his wife into camp. She was too young, too comely, and too willful to be a proper officer's wife, especially when there was a severe shortage of women which led to every one of them being flattered shamelessly and watched constantly. Not that she did not deserve flattery. She was a very pretty girl, but a girl, not yet a woman, and her fool of a husband expected her to be able to deal with all the compliments, all the...

RebelChapter 98 June s Boys

It was getting cold, very cold as what few were left of us made our way toward the river, the Delaware, and hoped for safety in Pennsylvania. Foster's men had drawn rear guard again so we were constantly in sight of the camp followers and their wagons. Cornwallis or whoever was in change mounted what one college boy labeled "desultory" attacks on our flanks, just chivvying us along. Most of the Germans and Redcoats had gone into winter hiding, curled up with their doxies and some hot rum...

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