Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2017 16:00:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 4

Period piece. Ff/FFF/ff/BDSM/Rom/Interracial/Toys/Spanking

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1792. Philadelphia.

	Catherine took my hand and bent down to kiss it. "Enchanted as
always my dear." She said as she pressed her lips to my fingers. The moment
passed and her attention went to Madeline, and you good sir," she teased,
"to think that you could attract such a beauty gives us all hope I think."
She shook Madeline's hand with a hearty smile before ushering us in to her
party hall.
	We had not come to the tavern, not tonight. Tonight we had been
afforded such a great honor that there could have been no refusal. We were
invited to a private party, of only Catherine's most inner circle of
friends.
	The woman owned homes throughout the world. Or would when her
mother died. She owned two in Philadelphia the one above the tavern that
her mother lived in. And the estate on the edge of town, it was this estate
that she held her party in. The home above the tavern was well staffed and
she had chosen it for her mother because it was but a block from her
doctor's home.
	I had no idea how my Madeline had come to such favor with the one
so well heeled but it afforded us great privilege and any one could see the
joy of that. I would not learn for another year that Madeline's father and
now she, cared for Catherine's horses. And equine were Catherine's first
and dearest love. She was a skilled rider and displayed it in shows around
the young nation.
	There were faces at the party that I had never seen before. Scant
few of those women I knew from the tavern had been invited and many seemed
quite surprised to see us, not at all wealthy, or even a part of
Catherine's equestrian world, rubbing elbows with people of breeding. I
would come to understand later that my Maddy would have been expected but I
was the one that seemed out of place.
	I did not know what was in store for us that night but Madeline had
warned me not to display shock at anything. That this promised to be a
party of indulgence and wanton wickedness.
	Madeline joined Catherine and others similar in dress and
manner. They talked politics and the like and I being quite uninterested in
the conversation, chose to seek out one with whom I could chat.
	It was then that I met Sarah. At first she seemed to me only an odd
looking woman. She was larger than me and had broad shoulders. She was at
least a woman of forty and had an unusual, almost unnatural voice.
	It did not dawn on me until we had been chatting for an hour that
she was not naturally a woman. She was indeed a man in women's garb. It
surprised me, but I was not sure why. Madeline dressed like a man, surely
there would be men that wished to dress as women. Madeline would explain to
me later that Sarah wanted nothing more in the world than to be a woman and
shunned all manly things.
	"Catherine has a particular fondness for you." Sarah told me,
leaning close and whispering. I was surprised.
	"Does she?"
	"Why else do you think you were afforded this most coveted
invitation?" She sipped her drink. "What do you know of her?"
	"Not much I suppose. Only that she is very wealthy and that she..."
I blushed.
	"She's quite famous in the world of horses. As both a rider and a
breeder." Sarah took my hand and lead me to a more private corner. "She
travels all over the world." Again she sipped her drink. "We all learn
ourselves from another. Sometimes by accident and sometimes by
design. Madeline was not always so sure of herself. She was one of us drawn
out by design."
	"I can hardly imagine." I said absently.
	"Well, twas Catherine that brought her to such confidence." I was
quite surprised by this. Sarah laughed to herself. "You didn't know?" I
shook my head. "Come now. Catherine is much above your station, surely you
had to understand there was more to the privilege you enjoy. " I was still
so naive. It had never occurred to me.
	"Catherine? Then why did she leave all of this?"
	"She didn't. Catherine was forced to send her away. But she sent
her away with an allowance and everything she needed to make her shop the
most successful in Philadelphia. You must understand, even here in America
it simply would not do for someone of Catherine's breeding and refinement
to be seen carrying on with a stable boy."
	A stable boy? I thought. Madeline was a shrewd and successful
business woman, how dare this, person, call her such.
	"I've offended you." She said. "Forgive me." Sarah finished her
drink and set the empty glass on a table. "Catherine loves Madeline with
all of her heart. And I think Madeline loved her back perhaps even still
does. So, if you are making Catherine's darling Madeline happy, then you
will gain favor with her." Sarah stood silently for a long
moment. "Madeline has always dressed as a man to perform her work but in
the evenings, when her time was her own, once long ago, she made herself up
into a stunning lady indeed. This attracted Catherine to her. Madeline did
not become the tom boy you know now until she and Catherine parted ways."
	I wanted to learn more. I thought I might feel jealous learning of
any of Madeline's past loves. But I did not. I was intrigued. Especially
learning that Madeline had once worn dresses and done her hair like a
proper lady. However a servant announced dinner and we all made our way to
the lavishly dressed and set table. I would learn no more from Sarah that
night.
	We ate in polite conversation, drawing the meal on for hours. The
party would not end there though. It would not even end that
night. Madeline had not told me but Catherine's parties were often three
day events and everyone was expected to stay until the end.
	And the night drew on. The servants performed their duties and I
could not help but notice that if any of them had any opinion of those they
served they hid it well. And for a time in that house, under Catherine's
care I felt truly accepted. These people would pass no judgement on
me. Their stares were not ones of accusation but often of jealousy that
Madeline and I should enjoy such favor with Catherine.
	Catherine. Such a formidable women, and being only thirty. It was
impossible not to admire her. She was fascinating, in her long jackets and
breeches. Tight's pulled up her calves and handsome leather shoes with
large gold buckles. She wore the fashionable three pointed hat over her
powdered wig and very much seemed a man at a glance.
	She played the part in the normal world though. Among regular folk
she wore dresses and a woman's wig. She rode in proper attire for a woman
and acted every bit the lady. It was only in the privacy afforded by her
tavern and parties that she showed her true nature.
	When the food was finished and we had all tired of sitting at the
table, Catherine dismissed us to the parlor where we gathered in chairs and
on pillows set upon the floor, in window sills and on love seats. She
served us Absinthe, and we spent the rest of the night drunken and dazed.
	In the morning many of us awoke with aching heads. A condition the
servants were prepared for with a folk concoction they insisted would cure
the nights indulgences.
	I remember it was bitter and unpleasant but I clearly tasted a hint
of brandy. It occurred to me that it was most likely the brandy that
provided the relief. So by noon we were all feeling better. Everyone had
awakened by then and we had shared tea and biscuits and some, myself
included, enjoyed Catherine's coffee imported directly from
Columbia. Perhaps it was horrible of me to have indulged so but when else
could I have had such an opportunity.
	Catherine gathered us in the parlor again and passed out cigars to
each of us. And there we sat chatting and smoking and generally being
poorly behaved women. It was wonderfully indulgent and freeing.
	I dipped the cigar in to my glass of brandy and drew on
it. Madeline had warned me to take care not to inhale the smoke. Instead I
simply enjoyed the flavor of the brandy with the tobacco. What luxury she
enjoyed. And such luxury she was willing to share with us. I realized then
how fortunate I must count myself.
	The tom boys left us and went out to the stables. Madeline left me
with the other ladies as we were. And that was how I'd come to think of us,
in terms of tom boys and ladies that is. Catherine was entertaining them by
showing off her prized steads. Something I had to admit I had very little
interest in.
	One of the girls picked up a guitar and began to strum it
softly. She hummed at first but soon her humming grew in to singing. She,
Alice I would learn, had come from a traveling show and settled here when
she met her love. It was clear that she missed it dearly, but clear too was
the fact that her love still out weighed it.
	She gathered her purse from the servants and withdrew a stack of
cards. They were not like the playing cards I'd seen men using in
taverns. They had beautiful art work on their faces and seemed to have
meaning.
	"I need a volunteer." She said, her eyes focusing on me. Every one,
myself included, understood that since I was the new girl, I was the
volunteer. She moved close and handed me the cards. "Think of a question
while you shuffle the cards." I closed my eyes, moving the cards about the
deck and thought of the only question I could.
	I handed the cards to Alice and she laid them out in a carful
pattern. The celtic cross she explained. She turned over the first. A smile
played at her lips. "You were in love. But it ended badly." My eyebrow
raised involuntarily. The other girls giggle and whispered. "Your question
is about the future." She said turning over the next. She looked at me and
smiled. "You want to know what we all do. Will she love you forever?" She
paused a moment, looking at another card. "I believe she shall."
	She continued turning over cards until she came to one of a reaper
labeled death. It seemed ominous and frightening. "There is great change
coming for you."
	"Does it mean someone will die?" I asked.
	"Rarely. No. It tells me of change, drastic change." She quickly
turned over the remaining cards shaking her head. "Such change that things
become unclear." She looked at me and smiled. "Not to worry, tis just a
game love. I wouldn't take it too seriously." I must have been showing in
my face the concern I felt in my heart. Her dismissal of the cards as a
simple game did little to relieve my concern though.
	The mood was markedly darker now. We tried to lighten it again and
began chatting and giggling about anything but the cards. I learned as we
sat in the parlor entertaining ourselves, waiting for the tom boys to come
back, that tonight, the second night of the party, was what they referred
to as Bedtime Story Night.
	I wondered exactly what kind of bedtime story such women as these
would want to hear. I became intrigued, anxious for night fall and the
beginning of this story.
	Alice entertained us with whimsical songs and silly dances. She
seemed to love the laughter and the applause of even such a small group as
we. She was a lovely girl and I found myself hoping that somehow we could
become friends.
	I wondered what wonderful stories she might have to share. What
things she had seen and people she had met. How had she learned that she
desired only the touch of a woman? That had become a primary point of
interest for me whenever I was among the like minded. How had they come to
know this about themselves? Had it been quite accidentally as it had been
for me?  Had they always known? I wanted to ask time and again but I never
had the courage. It seemed like a private thing that others would not want
to discuss. How wrong I was.
	Out of breath from dancing about, playing the fool, Alice sat down
next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. "This is why she invites
me." She told me. "Because I am such an entertainer." She laughed to
herself. "Mark my words ladies," she said, raising her voice above the
others, "before this get together of hers ends she'll have me dancing and
signing for you all."
	"Ah, and this party could not be complete without it." One of the
girls chimed back.
	"But her stage is where we love you most." Someone else laughed. I
wondered what that meant but did not press. Instead I found myself
fascinated that this house had a stage of it's own. How expansive was this
house that it had a party hall and a theater. All for the entertainment of
guests. Catherine's wealth must be fabulous indeed.
	I looked at Alice for a long moment before I grabbed her hand and
lead her away from the main group. Some of the girls looked at us with
curiosity but no one paid very much attention.
	I had to know about this girl. She was lively and happy and she
danced and seemed like such a free spirit. She smiled a pretty smile at me
as I fought to keep my resolve. "Have you always been this way?" I asked.
	"This way?" She chuckled, "a fool?"
	"No, like us, wanting only a woman?"
	Alice's smile broadened. "Of course silly girl." She leaned close
and playfully slapped at my hand. "What did you think? Eliza seduced me?
Corrupted my virtue and stole me away from my family?"
	That was very much what I thought indeed. Alice was younger than I
and from my understanding had been a part of this small group of
Catherine's inner circle since she was but a girl. "I guess I don't know."
I finally said.
	"My mother was a gypsy. My father..." She blushed slightly. "Well,
he was a client shall we say." I thought I understood, but I hated to think
it. "We've traveled all about America and Europe. And in all that time I
never saw a boy that captured my interest. But girls." She smiled
wickedly. "Every type of girl I saw brought a quiver to my belly and..."
She glanced down for a second. "Well, you know." She giggled and
blushed. "I've no doubt that my mother knew something when I took up with
Eliza. She had come to a show and used her money to visit me after we had
finished for the night." Alice sighed softly and her smile was less
brilliant. "My mother was not terribly disinclined toward inducting me in
to her nighttime profession. And I think she didn't care if it was with men
or women." Her smile quickly returned, "I was a spring fresh flower of only
twelve when Eliza met me."
	"Twelve?" I said in shock. "And she, how old..."
	"Twenty. Only twenty. I was not a mere child though. I'd seen the
world already. And I knew I loved her right away." Alice held up her left
hand and showed me a simple gold band around her ring finger. "She gave me
this only a month after we met. I told my mother I had married and had to
stay when they moved on. I never told her that it was Eliza gave me the
ring but I think she knew. Still she let me stay. I've no doubt after
extracting a heavy price from Eliza but she simply will not say it's so."
	"Do you regret it?"
	"I miss the crowds clapping for me." She said with a smile. "But
for Eliza, I would have given up anything. I still would."
	"And the fact that you are a gypsy, that does not cause problems
for a woman of Eliza's station?" I asked. Alice smiled.
	"I think that someone has been telling tales she should not have."
Alice glanced toward Sarah. "She loves to tell Madeline's lovers the sad
story of Catherine. It's not the same for her though. She is the head of
our, club I suppose you would call it. Appearances mean so much when all
others are looking to you for guidance. Besides she spends a great deal of
time traveling and meeting with wealthy clients."
	"I see." I said absently. It made sense in a way. Catherine indeed
did seem to lead us. She was a very charismatic woman. I could hardly
imagine not looking to her as I did.
	"Come along... Liz is it?" I nodded, "let's get back before someone
decides to start a rumor about us. After all you know how girls love to
gossip." She winked and lead me back the group. Of course I did not
understand at the time that such a thing would not matter to any one.
	We talked and took turns telling stories of our first loves until
the tom boys returned. I was all too happy to have Madeline back at my
side. I felt less naked with her about. "And what did you do to entertain
yourselves." Madeline asked me.
	"Alice kept us entertained." I replied.
	"Ah then you had a treat indeed." Catherine said, having heard
us. "Alice dear give us a song." She called out to the girl. Alice tried to
be modest but it was obvious that she dearly wanted to.
	With only the slightest urging and Catherine at the piano, Alice
sang for us eliciting laughter and cheers from everyone. She had been
right, Catherine did have her perform for us all.
	When she was done with her silliness she picked up the guitar again
and sat strumming it for a long while before she started to sing. It was a
story as if the singer longed for the beloved he could not have. Or at
least so I thought. But Madeline leaned close to me and whispered that
Alice had written it herself. Somehow knowing the song really was sung from
one woman to another made it even more enjoyable and poignant.
	At dusk we were served our second formal meal in the house and we,
as the night before, went long in to the evening talking and laughing at
the table. As we talked I learned that many of the guests had come from far
away and this was why her parties were such an event. One had come all the
way from Virginia. I was learning that there were women like us all over
this new nation.
	With all of us a bit drunk from the wine Catherine began tapping
her fork against her glass as she stood. "Ladies... " She began, "And
gentlemen," A titter rose. "You all know what it's time for I
trust. Looking about I see tired eyes and I think that a good bedtime story
should do you all well."
	She lead us out and back to the parlor that had become like a
second home to us. Books lined one of the walls and she went to them,
dragging her finger along the spines. "What shall we have tonight?" She
asked, turning toward them and smiling. "The forbidden love of a queen and
her ladies in waiting?
	"Only if it's the true tales of Lady Antoinette." A voice called,
referring to the French queen of some note and besmirched
reputation. Catherine giggled a bit but said nothing.
	"Are they really true?" One of the women asked, a bit surprised.
	"I prefer to think they are." Catherine laughed.
	"Perhaps something more crass," Catherine said recapturing the
women's attention. "Two whores that leave behind their lives for each
other?" She playfully covered her mouth with both hands. There was a
reaction to this, it seemed at least some of the girls liked the idea. "Ah,
you filthy sluts, is that what you want? Lust? Wanton sex? Well girls... I
have just the tale for you all." Catherine pulled a book from the shelf and
opened it with the bookmark. From within she took a second, smaller book
bound only in paper. Catherine pulled a pair of spectacles from her pocket
and placed them on her face, pulling them to the tip of her nose with one
finger. She looked over them at all of us as we sat with anticipation. I
had to admit that even I was excited to hear what she had in store.
	Madeline leaned close and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Don't
be shocked by anything." She whispered. Now I was a bit nervous. What could
this story be. "Tis only a story dear, only meant to titillate." I should
have been excited by that I suppose but at the time the idea that I would
be indulging in something who's sole purpose was to garner a sexual
reaction mortified me. I blushed but tried to remain expressionless.
	Catherine began. It seemed so innocent in the first few
paragraphs. But as she read on, adding her own brand of drama with pauses
and changes in tone and voice, I realized what this story was about.
	It told the tale of two sisters who had come to the new world with
their parents. They lived far from town and had nearly no visitors to their
home. The girls had not even been to town until they reached the age of
fourteen.
	Uninterested in anything they had seen they turned their
unwholesome desires too one another. I could scarce believe what I was
hearing. As she read on I found myself blushing uncontrollably. Madeline
held me tighter and laid her head on my shoulder. I felt weak and much to
my shame even aroused.
	I looked around to find that the other women showed no sign of
offense. I was scandalized for them. Incest, was nothing taboo to these
women? Had they no shame? No dignity?
	I could hardly stand to hear the story. My heart pounded in my
chest. Something seemed so wrong to me at the time. I would not react the
same today but then, I was still a prisoner of the nun's teaching.
	When she finally closed the book there was no applause. I looked
around to find that the silence was not from disgust. It seemed that every
woman there was in some state of undress. They were fondling and kissing
and caressing. I could scarce believe my eyes.
	Toward the back of the room I saw a woman on a love seat with her
head draped over the arm. She covered her face with her hand and I knew why
when I saw another woman's lower body protruding from beneath the first's
dress. I shied away.
	Madeline kissed the back of my neck. Had she enjoyed the story? Did
such things as incest excite her? I could hardly bare to know. Was this
what it meant to be like us I wondered. That nothing need be
forbidden. Wasn't there anything that might offend our senses?
	Madeline sensed my resistance and turned me to face her. "Don't let
it trouble you dear." She whispered to me. "Remember, just a
story. Besides, can't you imagine the beauty of such love between sisters?"
I did not want to. Not at all, but indeed, I could. As I was growing up
there was a girl I looked on as a sister. And when I imagined her somehow
that did not seem so offensive. But she was not my true blood sister and so
it did not seem so deviant.
	I glanced up to find Catherine seeming quite pleased with the
reactions of the women. I wondered if she had a lover. I had never seen her
with a woman. She looked at me for a long moment, perhaps contemplating her
next move, before she crossed the room to where two proper ladies lay in a
pile of pillows making love. She knelt at their side and they soon diverted
from one another to invite her in to their love making.
	It had occurred to me that perhaps she had been contemplating that
very thing with Madeline and I. Should I have been jealous? I did not know
but I was not. I believed as I became aware of Madeline tongue on my sex, I
would have welcomed her as well.
	I lay my head back and gazed up at the painted ceiling until my
eyes fluttered closed and I began to rock my hips in time with Madeline. I
wondered if she had brought the dildo. I so hoped she had but would I ever
be able to face these women if she had and we used it. Already I felt such
shame as to be making love before them all. But it seemed my shame came
also with lust. In my earliest years I both loved and hated everything I
experienced.
	Madeline's expert tongue sent waves of ecstasy through me. I lay,
trying to draw out the pleasure for as long as I could. I did not want to
climax right away. I wanted to lay there listening to the other women
engaged in passion as Madeline made love to me.
	At long last an orgasm exploded through me and Madeline pulled
herself from beneath my dress and petticoats. She smiled down at me, then
kissed me deeply. I think I should have been disgusted tasting my own sex
in her kiss but I had never been. If I were truthful I would have to say I
rather enjoyed it.
	Madeline slipped out of her breeches and moved until her knees were
at either side of my head. She lowered her sex to my hungering lips and
began to rock her hips against my face.
	She moved more deliberately with every thrust. I looked up at her
to see her eyes closed and her head was down cast. She grunted with her
pleasure, hearing it only stimulated me.
	Madeline arched her back, continuing to rock her hips. She drew her
hands up her body, cupping her breasts. I'd no notion of it but we had an
audience. Some of the girls were quite satisfied and sat watching the
others, us in particular. After all, Madeline was the love of Catherine's
life as the story goes, and there was great interest in her.
	At long last, and yet all too soon, Madeline cried out drawing an
excited gasp from our onlookers. She ground her crotch deep in to my face
and I did all I could to draw it out for as long as I could.
	When at last she laid back against my legs I pushed myself up and
looked at the faces staring back at me. They began to clap excitedly. I
immediately collapsed back against the love seat and covered my face,
utterly humiliated. It was not however, before I caught site of Catherine
happily cheering with the others.
	It seemed forever before Catherine stood over me, pulling my hands
from my face. She smiled down at me. How could she not be jealous, if
indeed Madeline had been her deepest love. I waited for what I was sure
would be a scolding from her but it never came. She knelt and Madeline sat
up straddling my hip when I turned on my side. "I had my doubts about you
dear." She said to me. "As I've had about any of her girls. Especially the
french child, she said glancing up at my lover. But I've come to look on
you quite fondly, and the only one I would put my beloved with." Catherine
stood and pulled Madeline close, kissing her deeply, eliciting whispers and
giggles from the girls in the room.
	Something about the casual freedoms Catherine took with my lover
actually served to comfort me. As I lay trying not show my shame, Madeline
slid behind me and wrapped her arm around my waist. "Does she mean that?" I
asked.
	"There is no doubt. Catherine is a generous soul and wise beyond
her years."
	I lay there a time wondering to myself if what Catherine had said
to me explained how I felt for her. She had spoken of me as a child in the
past, did I look upon her as a mother? For so long the nuns had been the
nearest thing to a mother I'd had but I felt as if I were somehow reborn
since coming to Philadelphia. Was it Madeline or Catherine who had most
shaped me? Indeed it was my Maddy that had taught me the most about the
passions women could experience but what of our lives in the day time?
Outside of the bedroom? The sisterhood of girls and our secret
sorority. She was our mistress, our mother, our guide.
	Madeline and I slid from the love seat and we made ourselves
comfortable on pillows that had been laid out for just such a
thing. Catherine retired to her room and little by little the girls
withdrew from one another and began to fall to sleep.
	I lay listening to the lovers whispers, knowing that Madeline had
long fallen asleep. What had I become I wondered. And now that I was here
could I ever return to our home, to our lives?
	All of these thoughts swarmed around my head and yet somehow I
managed to fall to sleep at a reasonable hour for this party.
	I awoke to find Catherine smiling down on me. In one hand she held
a cup of what I'd soon taste was coffee. In the other a small cake. She
waited until I had set up before offering me the cup. I sipped from it then
looked around. "Where is Maddy?" I asked.
	"Out stretching her legs with the other boys."
	"Why aren't you with them?" I asked.
	"They don't need a nurse maid, and besides, I'd rather like to
spend some time with you, my newest daughter." This troubled me some but
her tone did not seem to hide any secret hostility. "So I've learned that
our lovely Sarah has told you everything about Madeline and I?" I nodded my
head. "You needn't worry dear, I wish her nothing but happiness." Again I
nodded.
	"How many girls has she had?"
	"Several, at least five besides you. The last was a very young
french girl." I nodded my head.
	"I think I met her."
	"She mistook the girl's admiration of her. And besides the french
are far more casually affectionate than we. But tell me more about you."
She insisted. "Even after the time we've had at my tavern I feel I hardly
know you."
	I looked away for a moment, wondering what parts of my story to
tell and what parts were better left unsaid. After some thought I began
telling her about Molly first. She rubbed my shoulder seeing tears well in
my eyes. I did not cry though. I had at least come that far.
	I told her about my employer in Harrisburg, about my journey to the
city and my year long, relentless search for others like myself. I spoke of
my job as a seamstress, my home in the boarding house. And finally how
Madeline and I had come together.
	"She loves you very much." Catherine told me once I had
finished. "But you." She tilted her head slightly. "She knows you do not
feel the same."
	I felt the immediate need to defend myself. "I do, when I dream of
my future I see myself only with her." At least that much was true.
	"Yes, but still."
	"I do have a sort of love for her." I finally confessed. "But..." I
trailed off.
	"But it isn't the same." She finished for me. "Child don't you
know? No two loves are ever the same, and besides you shall never know a
love like your first. That first time you love so fully and with such
abandon. You love with your whole self, and when your heart is broken, you
learn to hold back a part of you. You learn to keep a part of you safe."
	I had never thought of it that way but what she was saying made
such sense that I adopted it as my new truth. "Is that how you felt for
her?"
	"I still feel it. You never quite fall out of love with your first
either. Your first, this Molly, she will always hold a place in your heart
that no other could ever take."
	That did not comfort me. I wondered if just hearing her name would
hurt me forever, as it did even now. "You truly are as wise as Madeline
says."
	"Come along girl, the others have gathered in the dining room and I
don't want them to think you get any more special treatment than you
already have."
	"But I do don't I?"
	"It's a secret Elizabeth." She pressed her finger to my lips and
smiled. "Sh."
	I ate breakfast, and the other girls and I talked for a while
before we all began to roam the house. The parlor had a single shelf of
books. Catherine however had a vast library and when I found it I could
hardly believe my eyes. I ran from shelf to shelf, I climbed the ladder
pushed myself along surveying all of the books. Oh to have lived with such
leisure as to be able to read to my heart's content.
	Eventually I came across a copy of the bible. It would not have
seemed so out of place in any other library. But here in Catherine's den of
wickedness, it simply did not belong.
	I opened it, the nuns had taught us to read originally using the
bible, I knew the tome well. It was so romantic. The thought of a loving
god providing for us all, caring for us, looking after us. It was quaint
and inviting. But I simply did not believe it. The same bible that spoke of
love spoke of anger and judgement and condemnation. Most meaningful to me
were the condemnations of love. How could we feel any love if it were
unnatural?
	After a moment of nostalgia I returned the book to it's place and
left the library to find Alice. What ever she was doing I was sure it had
to be interesting.
	In time I found her in the parlor playing guitar for a couple of
the girls. She smiled at me when I entered the room and set the guitar down
much to the protest of her audience. She crossed the room and took my
hands. "I know I shouldn't but I cannot help but sing for them. Where have
you been?"
	"I found the library." I told her.
	"You can read?" She asked, surprised. I nodded. "How truly
wonderful. Eliza has tried teaching me but it is very difficult." She
nodded toward the guitar. "I can read music though, my mother taught me." I
couldn't read a note. The nuns had no musical instruments and no way really
to teach us. In this I believed I might have found a way to keep a
connection with dear Alice.
	"If I were to teach you to read and write, would you teach me to
read music and play?"
	"Really?" She said, quite excited. "Oh that would be so
wonderful. We'll start right away, do you have Saturdays to yourself?" I
nodded. Madeline would give me any day I wanted. She always told me I
needed friends.
	We walked to a love seat and sat talking until the tom boys
returned. I stood and took Madeline's hand. To my surprise she led me from
the parlor. "I have to warn you about tonight." She said. What was tonight
that it required more warning than the previous two I wondered. "Tonight
Catherine will provide for us a live showing of... There will be dildos. It
will be a night of total debauchery and sin. You must not be shocked."
	In the light of a story centering around incest I doubted anything
I could see tonight would shock me. I had seen a dildo, I had seen the orgy
the night before, I had seen everything. I thought. At the time though I
imagined that there simply couldn't have been any more and I was not
concerned at all that I would find myself offended.
	"I doubt I could be." I finally said.
	"For as much as you've done Liz, for what you've seen you are still
a virtuous woman. A Lady. You conduct yourself and carry yourself as
such. I simply worry about you."
	"Isn't that the desire of all husbands? A whore behind closed doors
and a lady on the street?" I smiled. "Aren't I whore enough for you? Don't
I indulge your every desire?" I asked, moving closer and letting her feel
my breath on her neck. "What can I see tonight that would shock me now?" I
asked. Madeline flashed a knowing smile but said no more.
	We returned to the parlor and indulged in drink and smoke. The tom
boys chatted and we sat in a circle doing the same. We were all waiting for
nightfall and the end of dinner. One could very nearly taste the excitement
in the air.
	This was the grand finally to a weekend of sin and wickedness. I
learned that Catherine always did something different but it was always
absolutely hideous. They said it as if being hideous were a goal to strive
for.
	"What might it be?" I asked.
	Alice smiled wickedly. "I'll never tell." She teased. I looked at
her, surprised.
	"You?"
	"I told you she invites me because I am so entertaining." She
giggled to herself. "We've practiced this all of last week."
	"Eliza too?" I asked. She nodded her head shallowly.
	Oh I so wanted to press her, I had to know what this secret
was. These others had seen such shows many times I thought but I could
barely stand not knowing. They at least knew what to expect, I could not
even dream.
	Time passed so slowly for me then. Knowing it was little Alice who
would provide the night's entertainment made the anticipation even
worse. She was merely sixteen but she truly was as worldly as a woman twice
her age.
	We ate dinner and when at last the clock struck ten Catherine led
us to the theater. We gathered at the edge of the stage and waited however
impatiently, for the curtain to be raised.
	"My friends, My children." Catherine began. "You are all my dearest
and closest friends and... Lovers," she laughed, "Boys and girls who are
for one reason or another close to my heart." Her gaze fell to me. "And new
friends." The servants began to pass out flutes of champagne. "Tonight I
give you the very reason that you have all come. I give you my darling
Alice and Eliza." Catherine raised her glass and we all joined her in the
toast, most draining their glasses. "Let the show begin!" she shouted. She
stepped aside as the curtain was raised. On the stage Alice and Eliza knelt
on a bed that rotated slowly on a platform, giving us a view from every
titillating angle. I joined in the applause but a part of me was worried
for Alice.
	From beneath the blankets Eliza withdrew a dildo not unlike
Madeline's. It was larger however, and seemed to be carved of jade. The
belt to which it was attached was covered in velvet but as they rotated I
could see it was backed with leather. "Luxury." I whispered and Madeline
nodded against my shoulder. She held me tight around the waist. Releasing
me only to clap from time to time.
	Eliza pulled the dildo over her legs and fastened the belt as I had
so often seen Madeline do. Was this the show I wondered? They had built it
up to be such a spectacle but had these women, women of privilege, never
seen such a thing?
	She rubbed it between Alice's thighs and the girl writhed in
time. She was soaking up all of the reactions. As they turned, one of the
girls began clapping in a slow rhythm, another began to chant. "Fuck her."
She said over and over again. Others joined her and before I realized it, I
too was chanting as was Madeline behind me.
	With the most devious smile Eliza pushed the member in to the girl
and Alice cried out. I feared in pain at first but realized that was not
the case. I felt a quiver in my belly as the bed spun and I could clearly
see the dildo moving in and out of the girl. The chanting continued and on
the bed Alice had taken it up as well.
	"Harder!" She screamed. "Deeper!" She was putting on for us and I
was beginning to understand why Catherine's parties could draw guests from
so far away. This was such a wicked show but I was loving it.
	They rotated and Alice began to gasp and shout with each thrust. I
was sure we would see her climax at any moment when Eliza suddenly stopped
and withdrew. Alice was grinning from ear to ear it seemed. Her eyes narrow
and mischievous.
	"What's this then?" I spoke absently. It was then that little Alice
turned, took the phallus in to her hand and began to suck it. It was
positively scandalous and I found myself cheering with the others. Oh what
shame but I wanted more.
	Alice pulled her mouth from the dildo and rose up kissing Eliza
deeply. They smiled for a moment at one another. Alice turned around again,
remaining on all fours in front of her lover.
	No one could have been exactly sure what was about to happen but at
least the others had some idea of what they might see while I did not.
	Eliza poured an oil from a vial on to the phallus and carefully
covered it She then cleaned her hand, I thought, between Alice's legs. They
remained motionless for one full revolution of the platform before the
girls all began to chant. "Do it, Do it, Do it."
	Eliza thrust her hips forward and Alice screamed at the top of her
lungs. "More!" She cried. "All of it!"
	The women began to cheer wildly as the platform came around and I
myself was feeling caught up in all of it. Then at last the platform had
turned enough that I could see what they were doing.
	Eliza was buggering the child with the dildo as all those around me
cheered them on. I suddenly felt weak as I brought my hand to my chest. My
knees seemed to give way out from under me. I would have fallen had
Madeline not caught me. "Oh Alice." I whispered.
	Eliza reached between the child's legs and began to massage her
sex. Alice was bucking and moaning, begging for more until at last she
cried out, clenching her fists on the blanket and squeezing her eyes
tight. She pushed herself backward, hard against the dildo.
	Eliza knew exactly what to do as she drew out the girl's climax. At
long last Alice fell forward on the bed. A moment passed and she rose up,
taking a short bow before the crowd. The women were cheering her, and
blowing her kisses.
	The curtain fell and I whispered again. "Oh Alice."
	How could I ever face her again I wondered? Could I ever look at
her having seen this? It so much seemed that Catherine had taken advantage
of a child and I ached for her. I was ashamed for her.
	"She was doing only what she wanted." Madeline whispered behind me,
having heard me. "Understand, she is a gypsy child, different things are
important to her than to you."
	"And you?" I asked as I turned toward her.
	"You were enjoying the spectacle at first weren't you? You did not
think anything wrong with it. But it was the same Alice." She said to me
	"But Maddy... They..."
	"Broke a terrible taboo?" Madeline hugged me close and began to
whisper in my ear. "Alice loves nothing more than to put on a show for
us. She is thrilled whether it is singing and dancing or... Fucking."
	"Is that what you want from me?" I asked. I felt Madeline laugh
slightly. She pulled back and smiled at me. "Of course not... You asked if
you were whore enough for me. I would never speak of you so crassly. But
you do satisfy my every whim and I could not ask for more." I felt
relieved. I would do anything she asked of me, but now I could only pray
she did not ask this.
	Officially the party had ended. But most of the guests, drunk,
excited and tired retired to the parlor. I sat quietly on a love seat while
Madeline talked with the other boys.
	Alice opened the door and I looked over to find her still
naked. Eliza soon joined her and they kissed before she joined the boys in
a shower of handshakes and congratulations.
	Alice made her way straight to me though. She boldly climbed up in
to my lap and kissed me on the nose. She sat back and smiled sweetly. "They
love me. No matter what I do. I know they love it," she said
quietly. "Don't you, you filthy whores?" She said raising her voice and
receiving soft laughter back.  "I really only care about you though. This
was your first. Was it as terrible and wicked as we promised?"
	"Indeed." I answered hardly able to look her in the eyes. It was
not a lie though. It was everything I had been warned of and more. "You
really like that?" I finally asked.
	Alice wrinkled her forehead for a moment and then she covered her
mouth with her hands. "Oh, you hated it!" She whispered loudly. "You think
me a filthy woman don't you?" I did not. I thought all of us to be filthy
women, encouraging this girl in to such things.
	"Are you ashamed of me? Or for enjoying the wickedness?" She
finally asked. I opened my mouth to answer but I could not. Sitting there
in the dim candlelight of the parlor though I could see the wisdom in her
eyes. She began to look less like a child to me and more like a
woman. Alice did not wait for an answer. She quickly pushed her hand
beneath my dress and between my nether lips. I did not need to answer
her. She nodded her head, satisfied. "Will you still teach me to read?"
	I nodded my head. I could scarce look at her but my affection for
the girl had not changed. "Will you still teach me music?" A smile played
at her lips.
	"I'm a gypsy Liz." She whispered in to my ear. Feeling her breath
against my neck caused my loins to ache. Where was Madeline I wondered. "Do
you think anyone could really coax me in to anything I did not want?"
	I had only heard of gypsies but what I knew told me that they were
more likely to fool someone than to be fooled themselves. Crafty people
they were said to be. "I'm so ashamed." I whispered. "To be so titillated
by you."
	"Eliza loves to taste another woman in my kiss." Alice
whispered. My jaw dropped open and I blushed in humiliation.
	"Maddy!" I whispered loudly. A moment passed and Madeline stepped
up to the love seat, looking first at Alice and then me. She smiled and sat
down next to me.
	"Is she trying to seduce you?" She asked me. Alice threw her head
back and laughed.
	"You know me too well Madeline." The girl said as she pushed at
Madeline's arm.
	My Maddy leaned close to me, whispering in to my ear. "Do as you
will with her, I won't hold it against you." I wondered if Madeline really
meant that. And if I could believe it, would she really still love me. My
face betrayed my thoughts. "How could I ever deny you such a lovely, and
nubile little creature?" Alice smiled. "When in Rome my love, and here we
are."
	She left me there with a naked girl in my lap, rocking her hips and
rubbing her sex on my legs. My dress would smell of her for days, certainly
Alice had to know that.
	Alice leaned in and kissed me deeply, pushing her tongue in to my
mouth and caressing my shoulders. Such an aggressive little child she
was. I could hardly believe that she was only sixteen.
	The girl coaxed me to the floor and began to undo my dress. She
pulled it up, struggling to get it over my head. I was resistant but
eventually allowed her to remove it. Alice pushed me back against the
pillows, kissing me. She moved down my throat, sending quivers through my
belly. She suckled and even gently bit my nipples. I was moaning aloud. I
was completely unaware that the boys had turned their attention to us. It
was not until I opened my eyes and pushed myself up that I saw them. The
heat of shame washed over me and I struggled but Alice would not let me
go. In the dim light I saw Madeline smiling and nodding her approval.
	When at last Alice reached my sex I thought I could stand no more
excitement. She sucked my clitoris in to her mouth and pushed her fingers
in to my folds. I thought I could not take any more stimulation when she
hesitated. I looked down at her and she glanced up at me. The child folded
her fingers together and shoved her full, however small, hand deep within
me. I cried out, both in shock and ecstasy. Had it been Madeline to do such
a thing I imagine I would have writhed in pain but Alice was small and it
seemed that her hand was the perfect size to fill me just to the edge of
pain.
	She shoved her arm in to me and I welcomed her. I was rocking with
her, moaning and nearly crying. My eyes opened and I looked toward Madeline
who stood with her hand on her chest, biting her lip in anticipation.
	My climax grew quickly. Alice's expert attention made it impossible
to draw out. I rocked faster and the girl matched me. We moved in unison,
perfect harmony until at last my orgasm exploded through me and I cried
out, begging for more.
	The girl carried it for so long that I thought I might die. At last
though it subsided and she moved to lay next to me. I put my arm around her
and she snuggled in. Eliza soon appeared over us and knelt down. She showed
not the slightest shame in kissing the girl, lapping my wetness from her
chin and lips.
	"How can I ever go home?" I asked myself.