Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 16:19:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Amanda Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 18 Period piece. Ff/FFF/ff/BDSM/Rom/Interracial/Toys/Spanking This story includes graphic depictions of sexual activity between women and teenaged girls. If it is not legal to view this material where you are, or due to your age, please stop now... I hate adding that disclaimer because I believe the written word to be sacred even when it's smut. This story remains sole property of the author. Please contact mandagl@yahoo.com if you would like to reprint or repost this story. Neither Sandra nor I had drunk so much that we felt unwell the next morning. I lead my love down the stairs and in to the dining room and over the next hour the women found their way there for breakfast. It was all quite informal. Many of the women were suffering from the night before and I knew Josette's remedy was nearly useless. However Charity offered to make something to help them all and her remedy was both fast and effective. By noon everyone was cheery and ready for the final night. I toured the house making small talk as I did, finally stopping when I found Madame Le Granade sitting in my library reading. "Madame." I said as I entered. She marked her page and closed the book. "Hardly matters if I keep my place." She said looking at the tome. "Force of habit really." I smiled. "I'll leave it as an open invitation for your return." I offered. Annabelle smiled at me. "I wanted to thank you for greeting Charity." "The negro?" She shrugged. "What's the use of having all this influence if I can't do something noble once in a while." Annabelle invited me to sit next to her. "I once believed in slavery, and remaining loyal to the crown. I looked down on the common people, the poor, the negro, the oriental. I thought them all beneath me." She chuckled. "After the revolution I occasioned to speak with people other than just those of my own class and station. I found them charming in their determination and diligence. In the time since the revolution I have come to believe that there is no one beneath me, only those less fortunate. I have seen people of standing loose their fortunes, their homes, everything they had and come to realize that in truth it is only by the grace of god that I have held on to mine." "Words of wisdom." I said with a smile. "And learned to late in my life I fear to undo the things I've done that I would now consider immoral. At my age you are keenly aware that the grave is ever approaching. It makes you look back on your life with different eyes. You are fortunate that you had such wisdom so young." "I was orphaned. I dare say that it is only the greatest fortune that I did not live as a maid and in time a wife. Were it not for me meeting one particular girl, living in the home of a good man, my life would be... I shudder to think what it would be." "There but by the grace of god..." She repeated quietly. "You believe in god?" I asked. "I am a very bad Catholic. Which is no surprise I was born here in Paris after all. I don't know if I believe in everything the church teaches, but I do think there is a deity. Don't you?" "Not really." I answered bluntly. "Don't you worry about judgement?" "`Course I do girl." She laughed. "If the priests are right I'll be damned. I've not gone to confession in twenty years and have committed sins with women and girls that if I confess I would be excommunicated. But I don't truly believe in damnation. It seems too cruel for a god who is supposed to love us so very much." "I suppose it's the doctrine of hell that made me stop believing." I confessed. "Not to worry, we'll likely cross paths in hell if there is such a thing and we can debate it there." She quipped. I couldn't help laughing. Annabelle was stern and distant most of the time. She exuded and air of nobility in her normal comings and goings. But I, and perhaps a few others, were privileged to see a lighter side of her once in a while. For me, it was when she and I were alone like we were now. "I have come to develop a great fondness for you Elizabeth Jordan. Were I thirty years younger, I'd give that pretty little maid you've taken up with a fight she would not soon forget." "What about the pretty maid you keep?" "No, she is much too young and to be honest I do not even know if she is of like mind to us." Annabelle answered. "I have a question I've not found an answer to for years." I said. Annabelle raised her eyebrow. "Do tell." She said. "What is the word for women like us? We say of like mind and I call us tom boys and ladies but do we have a word?" I asked. "The English call us Sapphists I think. I have read of women like us being known as Tribades and Lesbians, the latter being a reference I believe to Sappho's place of origin." "I have heard of Sappho." I said. "So there have been women like us since ancient times." "I'm certain of it." Annabelle opined. "What is it that makes us like this?" I asked. Annabelle seemed to contemplate the question a time. "There are those who say were suffer some madness and some who think it willful wickedness. But I prefer to think we were created this way for some purpose... Though in all my years I've not been able to imagine what that might be." "If that were true it would seem that for some of us the purpose is to be damned to a life of permanent melancholy." "Well, at least you alleviated that for some of us." Annabelle said with a smile. "Now, I think you've entertained this old crone far to long, go and mingle with your other guests before you're missed." Taking her advice I set about spending time with as many of my guests as I could find. I kept Sandra on my arm. I do not know how many people knew of my arrangement with the girl but I wanted to be near her as much as I could for fear I may never see her again after this party. Eventually I found myself in my courtyard where Josephine and Penelope were flirting. "Mistress." Sandra said as we approached. Josephine turned to her and smiled. "Aren't we cozy." She teased. "You make a lovely couple." She pulled Penelope next to her. "This little girl tells me she's a virgin." Josephine said. "Does she?" I said, trying to contain my laughter. "Oh that it were true." Josephine laughed. She looked at Penelope, "come child you have the look of experience." "Is it my age?" She asked. "Do I seem to old to be a virgin?" She sighed. "I don't know why I bother, it's not as if anyone would pass up a chance to bed me." She bragged. "Indeed." Josephine agreed. "And since you broached the subject..." "Penelope perhaps this once you should resist your baser urges." I told her. "I've no doubt someone else would be happy to indulge you." "Nonsense darling." Josephine protested. "Come now, even I can behave myself once in a while." She tightened her grip on the girl. "I promise I won't break her." She began to walk away. "Now if you will excuse us." She stopped before Sandra. "Sandra dear, would you like to join us?" Josephine was teasing me. "I mustn't mistress." She curtseyed. "That's not a no." I said to her. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "I'll not stop you." I pulled her close for a moment. "Would it be easier if I ordered you to?" I asked. Sandra was silent for what seemed quite a time before she curtseyed low. "I'm sorry miss, I'm truly sorry. It is not for me to indulge myself." "Then allow me." I pushed her toward Josephine hard enough that my former mistress had to catch her. Sandra couldn't bring herself to say what she wanted but to me it was obvious enough. I watched the three of them return to the house. If Sandra stayed with me, then this would be the last time she would ever be able to make love to her mistress. Back inside I caught up to Catherine and somehow coaxed her in to my room. Inside I lay on my bed. She was watching me with a knowing smile but she certainly did not seem like she was tempted. "Alice says that I will probably never see her again." I began. I patted the bed next to me and with a chuckle Catherine came and sat down. "Do you think you'll ever return to France?" "Of course not. Eliza and Alice have a daughter, as do I. I can hardly believe that we were able to be here at all. Besides, a ship really is no place for a woman. It would please me to never again have to step foot upon one." She patted my head. "Come along dear, we should go back to the parlor." "Catherine, in all these years the only thing I've regretted is you not having me." I reached out and stroked her arm. "You're like a daughter. It isn't that you aren't beautiful or tempting but this... I don't think I could." "Kiss me." I begged. "Touch me and if you still don't think you can I'll accept it." I sat up and drew close to her. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed, perhaps more passionately than we ever had. I took her hand and placed it on my breast, giving her permission to undress me. Catherine pushed me down to the bed and opened my dress. She caressed my breast, causing me to shudder. I could feel the blood rushing to my sex and the tingle in my belly. Catherine took my nipple in her mouth and suckled gently. she pushed my dress the rest of the way open until I lay naked before her. She ran her hand along my belly and I couldn't help but draw a deep breath and smile up at her. "I've dreamed of this." Catherine's fingers ran around my belly. I was trembling at her touch. I reached out and began undoing the buttons of her shirt but she stopped me. I lay back down and she removed her shirt, then her breeches. "Are you pleased?" She asked me. I had never seen her completely naked. She had seen me in various states of undress many times but this was the first time I'd ever seen Catherine undressed. "I am." She leaned down and kissed me while running her hand down my body and over my soft pubic hair. Her hand had only just folded down to brush against my sex when she stopped and sat back, covering her face. "Oh god Liz, I'm sorry." She said. "I may be many things dear girl but you truly are my first daughter and I cannot do this." "Catherine, look at me. I'm a woman, I know I'm still comely, I'm ready for you." As I said it I took her hand and guided it back between my thighs. "See for yourself." I pressed her fingers in to me and let her feel my wetness. "Oh Liz you tempt me, but this is wrong." She tried to pull away but I would not let her. "Is it?" I finally said before I let go of her hand. "Then go." She did not move. "Catherine, I want this, I've always wanted this." She looked in to my eyes for some time. She seemed unsure, something I was not accustomed to seeing in her. "I'm so sorry Liz." She finally said. She stood and begin to dress. I sighed and began putting my under clothing back on, but I decided I'd not bother with trying to get back in to my dress. "I do love you child, but not like this." She smiled at me. "I'm a lech, but I'm not a cad." She pulled me close and kissed my forehead. "You are the one pure love I've ever had. To me you'll always be that untainted, wide eyed girl I first met in my tavern. Let me keep that... Stay my daughter Liz." Disappointed I agreed and we returned to my party with me on her arm. I did not care that all the women there would assume she'd taken me, I rather liked the idea to be honest. "Be still my heart." Josephine's voice came from the main stair. Catherine and I turned to see her coming down with Penelope and Sandra in tow. I held my hand out and Sandra hurried to to me. I pulled her close and kissed her. "Two of my favorite girls together. Was she all I remember Catherine?" "I wouldn't know." She responded. "No!" Josephine gasped. "Are you loosing your touch?" "I'm afraid that I would be the one loosing her touch." I admitted. Josephine gave me a confused look. "It's true mistress." "What is the world coming too?" She laughed. "Well all the same." She passed us. "Is dinner soon?" She asked. "About an hour." I told her. I had told everyone that there would be a show that night. During dinner the women speculated wildly about what that might be, but I and my coconspirators would not reveal anything about it. When the meal was done we retired to the parlor and drank absinth. Josephine provided us with the hemp she smoked and we passed the next few hours quite dazed and drunk. At last the clock struck ten and I lead the ladies to my second floor where I had laid out pillows much as I had the year before. Once everyone was gathered Annette entered and stood before the makeshift bed. I departed and found Virginia standing at the foot of the stair in her habit. "Keep the coif and veil on." I instructed. She looked nervous when she nodded. "Will you be alright?" "I will." She drew a deep breath and we ascended the stair and entered my second floor ball room as it were. "Ladies and Gentlemen." I began as we stepped in to view. All of the women turned to us. Many looked quite shocked seeing Virginia in a habit. "Tonight our lovely Virginia, a virtuous nun..." There were titters of laughter, "will be violated before or very eyes." I lead her to Annette. "Mind you my friends, this is no costume. The girl you see before you is indeed truly a nun, having taken her vows and committed her life to the church." "It's true." She affirmed and several women looked quite taken aback. I handed over the girl to Annette who began kissing her. They lowered slowly down on to the pillows caressing one another and kissing as they did. First Virginia removed her lover's dress, and soon after Annette began removing the nuns habit, but Virginia was careful not to allow her headdress or crucifix to be removed. Beneath it she had worn a garter and stocking, but nothing else, and this Annette left in place. "Come my child." Virginia whispered. "Show your devotion to the blessed virgin." Several women gasped at this. She pulled Annette to her breast and the woman kissed and suckled, moving ever downward until at last she had reached the nun's sex. Annette hesitated a moment before nearly falling forward and lapping at the nun's sex. Virginia moaned and rocked her hips. She ran her fingers through her lovers hair as the woman drove her fingers deep in to the girl. Virginia's coif was nearly knocked from her head when she threw it back and cried out in ecstasy. Annette held her firmly, suckling her clitoris while the nun convulsed. Virginia laid back in the pillows and caught her breath a time. Annette gently adjusted her head covering and coaxed her to sit up. She kissed the girl and they laid back, threading their legs together, each pressing her sex against that of the other. I'd never seen such a thing and was quite fascinated. They moved in concert with one another, moaning as they did. They grunted and gasped until at last Annette and then Virginia reached their climax. They lay a time catching their breath before Virginia rose to her knees and crossed herself. "May the lord bless and keep you." She whispered. This was almost to much for the ladies and they began cheering wildly. I was quite pleased with it all. I called for Josette and had her lead my guests back to the parlor and provide them all with champagne. Myself, Annette and Virginia waited a time there, to make and entrance. "Thank you." I said to them. "All too happy to be a part of it." Virginia laughed. "Shall we meet your audience?" I asked and they nodded their heads. Annette put on her underclothing but Virginia remained only in her coif and veil. We made our way to the parlor where I announced them to the cheers of my guests. "A toast to my dear friends that so generously entertained us." The women raised their glasses and we drank. I began blowing out candles, not all of them but enough that the room was filled with shadow. As I had I found Sandra and took her to my side I spoke, "I thank you all for coming ladies. I hope you are all as excited by the scandal and bawdiness of my party. Please, take your lover in your arms and enjoy this last night we have together." To encourage them I pulled Sandra close and kissed her deeply. She sighed in my arms and almost seemed to melt in to me. I wasted no time in removing her dress and then my own under clothes. We lay upon the floor kissing as we did. Around us the women began to embrace one another. Unlike my first party it took very little encouragement to get them undressed and making love. "I wonder if this will be our last night together." I said to Sandra as we lay rubbing and caressing one another. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply when I spoke. It was no answer, no real hint but I preferred not to think about the future at that moment. Sandra reached between my thighs and pressed her fingers in to my sex. "Use me for your pleasure mistress." She said and then she was once again whispering her nearly incoherent mantras and she passionately kissed my body and worked to excite my loins. When her mouth covered my sex and she drove her tongue between my folds I shuddered. Sandra was an expert lover in every sense. As she lapped at me and suckled my most sensitive places she hummed a lullaby. The reverberations of it sent waves of pleasure through my body. She had never done anything like this before and the ecstasy of it robbed me of any strength. Without thinking of it I had raised my knees and was rocking with her tender attentions. The fire of my climax built within my belly and burst from me in shattering waves, all the while Sandra continued her humming. Spent now, Sandra crawled to lay beside me. "Penelope taught me it." She explained. "I'd no notion such a thing could be done." I returned the devilish kiss, humming the same lullaby as she. As I did, Sandra moaned and writhed such that I had to wrap my arms about her thighs to maintain my hold on her. In a sudden movement she curled forward taking my head in her hands then fell back arching herself and nearly screaming. I'd never seen her react so. Then, to my shock my chin was dowsed in moisture. With Sandra catching her breath I moved to lay behind her. Around us some of the women still made love while others had long sated one another. In time we began to retire, and with that Sandra and I sought the privacy of our room. In bed we pulled close to one another. She lay her head against my breast and I held her, stroking her back as I stared at the ceiling above. "Restes avec moi... Mon cheri." "...Forever yours." She whispered. I only understood the last part of what she'd said. She was sleepy, and I was not certain she was even aware of what she was saying. I did not even want to dare the hope, for fear it would be dashed. When morning came I served my guests breakfast. Afterward I found myself bidding farewell to them in turn. Among the last to leave was the Madame. I had a driver prepared to take Josephine, Catherine, Eliza and Alice to their hotel. They had booked their return passage on the same ship they'd arrived on and it would take them days to get back to it. Eliza and Alice were the first to say their good byes. Alice and I wept in each other's arms. I wished I could promise her I would find my way back to the United States but I knew that such a thing was almost impossible. And of course I knew that they would never return here. They were followed by Catherine. There was no end of tears as we were all certain that this would be our final goodbye. I held Catherine such a time, not wanting her to go. She was my oldest, most beloved friend. As I stood holding her, enjoying the matronly embrace I realized that I was relieved we'd not made love. She was a mother to me, and that is how it should always be. At long last I managed to bring myself to let her go. When we stepped apart Sandra took my arm and pulled close to me. She was trembling, and I think perhaps I might have been too. Josephine then stood before me smiling. "Well Liz, there is only the matter of Sandra." She said. I nodded me head. "Come along girl, it is time to go. I think you've shamed me enough." She ordered. Sandra released my arm and I felt my knees go weak. She approached Josephine, her head bowed. Her steps were hesitant and once she reached her mistress she fell on her knees taking the hem of Josephine's dress in her hands. "Forgive me Mistress." She sobbed. "Please forgive me." Tears rolled down my cheeks. For everything else, for all my love, she was Josephine's. The chains binding her would never be broken. Josephine knelt down and pulled the girl to her. They whispered a moment before Josephine stood, pulling her dress from Sandra's hands. "Rise." She ordered and Sandra obeyed. Josephine then approached me, her smile not fading. She came so close I found myself fighting not to shrink from her. My former mistress looked me over, studying my face. After a moment she stepped back and took Sandra's arm pulling her close. "Sandra, tell her your decision."