Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2017 16:00:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Amanda Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 5 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. 1793 - Philadelphia I had thought that returning from the party to my life with Madeline would be difficult but it was not at all. There were meals to cook, beds to make, floors to sweep and plenty more to occupy my time. Not the least of which of course being the Saturdays that I spent with Alice. I seemed to adjust to the normality of our lives quite well. Day to day our lives as lovers were fairly bland when compared to what we had done at the party. But that was the magic of Catherine's parties. Somehow I understood that there, during those three days, in her house we were free to explore anything and upon returning home, Maddy and I returned to be completely dedicated to only one another. Alice and I exchanged our lessons. She taught me to play the guitar and sing and I, having access to Eliza's private library, taught her to read and to write. And the nights, often spent in Catherine's graces at her tavern. Then in the darkness and privacy of Madeline's room, our secret passions. Making love most nights. It was a wonderful life I had come to be living. And so often the terrible show I had seen at Catherine's party seemed to occupy my thoughts. The awful things I had come to know of. They seemed less awful every day. I wondered what had become of me that in time I felt no shame or offense when I dreamt of the terrible things I had seen but instead excitement and... Lust. Madeline sat over her breakfast eating slowly. I had been developing a question in my mind now for weeks and at long last I would ask it. "Are we truly so wicked as all of this?" "Wicked?" She half smiled. "Indeed a wonderful wickedness." She joked. "I speak in earnest." Madeline looked up at me and understood. "Wicked? We speak of sin and wickedness and perversion but we don't truly believe it. `Tis said in teasing and fun. We are not wicked, love." "If you believe in god we are." I offered. "Are we? God you say? Do you mean the impotent child the church teaches? No I do not think there is that god. I think if indeed such a thing as god exists in this world that he is only love. That he is only joy and happiness and all those wonderful things that we feel so little of in the world." She took another mouthful of food and ate silently for some time. "Wickedness is a condition of man. It can only breed hatred and misery. Is that what you feel with me? No, I feel only love and joy and pleasure, so how could it be wicked?" I had to think about that for many days before all it could mean finally sunk in. Madeline was so wise and why shouldn't she be I thought, after all she had spent at least some time in Catherine's home. It did not take me that long however to realize how proud I was to be her wife and she my husband, if indeed such titles befit us. For so long we continued on this way. The months seemed to race by and before I knew it we had attended another of Catherine's annual weekend parties. And as before Alice put on the most scandalous show for us. But this time I found my self swept up in it, chanting, cheering and loving it with the others. Madeline had begun to have coughing fits soon after, and I found myself seeking out a treasure. Honey and tea. It seemed to help some and I thought little of it after that. We simply continued on in our daily lives. Looking back on it now I realize that I had hardly noticed that Madeline seemed to be more tired. We made love far less often and rarely went to the tavern. She seemed to prefer to go to bed early and I found it more difficult over time to get her up in the morning. It happened over such time though that I simply did not notice right away. Not until she took a sudden down turn. I had gone to awaken her for breakfast one morning. She sat up coughing and it was then that I noticed there was blood on her pillow. Fear seized me, such a thing could never bode well for the sufferer. Madeline could hardly get out of bed but insisted she was well. After breakfast she went to open the shoppe and collapsed. I was in terror, what was wrong with my Maddy? I managed to get her back in to bed and then ran from the house to find a doctor. I ended up at Catherine's palatial estate explaining to the doorman what had happened. He wasted no time in fetching his mistress and Catherine hurried me to her private doctor. As quickly as we could get back across town the doctor was examining Madeline. Catherine and I waited outside the door, perhaps praying, perhaps just hoping, that she would soon recover. When the doctor came out his expression inspired no hope in us. Most solemnly he explained that he believed Madeline to have a tumor and that she would not likely survive to the end of the month. I fainted. When I awoke the doctor had left and Catherine had moved me to the sofa. "What happened?" I asked, opening my eyes to her face. "You fainted dear." Catherine dabbed my forehead with a damp cloth, tears rolling lazily down her cheeks. It had not been a horrible dream. My darling Maddy really was morbidly ill. "What will I do without her?" I asked. "What will either of us do?" Catherine sat me up and looked in to my eyes. "Not to worry child, you'll want for nothing I'll see to that." But that was not what most concerned me. Madeline had for so long been my rock. How could I be confident without her? How could I live my life without her strength to support me? I looked at Catherine and shook my head. "I cannot go on without her." I sobbed. Catherine pulled me close and stroked my back. The doctor had only been partially right. Madeline was fatally ill indeed but she managed to hang on for another two months. She had said her goodbye to me early the day of her death. I was sitting by her side while she slept, myself nearly asleep when I heard her voice faintly calling my name. I immediately knelt at the edge of the bed and took her hand. Most of my memory of those last days are blurry and seen through tear stained eyes, but not that moment. That is as clear as if it had happened yesterday. "I have been a good husband to you?" She said smiling. I nodded my agreement. "I couldn't hope for better." I assured her. "A husband should love his wife to his dying day, and I will. Even until my dying breath." There was a long pause and I thought she had slipped in to sleep again. "... Liz, I know you couldn't love me. Promise me though, you will not spend the rest of your life mourning her, this Molly `broke your heart. And when you've forgiven her, you mustn't mourn me either. You have to live and to love for us both now." She returned to her sleep, not to wake again. And so in the middle of that night, she passed away. Catherine, myself and several of her dearest friends had only just begun the vigil, the death watch. When she passed she was surrounded by those that most loved her, and I holding her hand. We buried her a day later and then I was alone. Left there by myself to mourn. I thought that my life with all of the women I had known had ended when Madeline passed, but after a week Catherine arrived with a man in tow. "This is my lawyer." She said as she entered the house. "And there by Madeline's." I did not understand. "Lawyer?" I asked. "But why?" "For Madeline's will of course." She sat me down on the sofa then took a wooden chair in front of me. "Madeline saw to your needs before she died." I still did not fully understand. "The house, the shop those things are yours, and my allowance. She asked me to continue it on to you. And we are here to make all of that official. But you must sign some documents." I nodded still not fully comprehending. "Madeline knew you could not continue her business. She has told me that you are not dishonoring her if you choose to sell the house and the shop and get on with your life." She leaned forward and placed a hand on my knee. "She wanted me to see to it that you do not spend the rest of your life mourning her." When had there been time for them to discuss all of this I wondered? And what she was telling me, was it truly Madeline's will? Were they her words? "Sell the house?" I finally managed. "If you wish. And then you could live any where you want" She explained. I looked around the house for a moment. It seemed to make sense. Being here only reminded me of her and how lonely I was now. I may never have truly fallen in love with her, but I did care for her very deeply. I did have a sort of love for her. Loosing her now, when she was yet so young it had crushed me. "I don't know what to do Catherine." I finally admitted. "I don't think I can stay here but I don't want to offend her memory." Catherine nodded her head. "If you choose to sell it I will have my lawyer handle all of the details, thus ensuring you get a fair price." She glanced up at the man and he stepped forward, opening a satchel. "A table ma'am." He said as he withdrew papers. I nodded and led them to our dinning table. He set the papers in front of me and prepared a quill. "No matter which you decide, you'll need to sign these. When you've made up your mind though, simply tell Miss Pennington and she will know what to do." I had no idea how fortunate I was to have Catherine in my life. She was an angel and had the wealth and power to keep any promise she wanted to make. She had even been making arrangements for me that I did not know about. "I think I should like to stay in a hotel for a while." I told Catherine. I did not want to stay in the house alone any more. I believe now that even then I had already resolved to sell it all. There were simply too many painful memories to suffer with in the house. "Nonsense girl." Catherine sat across from me. "You'll stay with me of course." I looked up at her surprised. How did she mean I wondered. She had often referred to me as a daughter but did that mean that she would not make love to me? I was afraid that I did not even want such a thing. The thought of anything sexual had no appeal for me now. Not without Madeline. I nodded my head to her. I wondered though, even if there was nothing more between us than friendship, would me being there not encourage rumors that we were lovers? Would that not hurt Catherine's standing? It did not seem to matter at that moment though. And that was exactly what the next two months held. I moved in to Catherine's home. We sold the shop and the house and she stashed the proceeds away in gold coin, for me to use when I decided to go back out on my own. I soon found myself wanting it but Catherine had not taken me to her bed. How horrible I must be to think of such things with a woman whom I viewed as a motherly figure and even while still mourning Maddy. Catherine herself spoke of me only in terms of a child. I was not at all a child but that was how she treated me and how she spoke of me. I did not mind I suppose, not at the time, because still I needed someone else to determine my destiny and Catherine was doing a fine job of it. It would seem that in that time Catherine cared for me and was but a loving matron, but do not mistake her kindness. And she was indeed very kind. Still she was the same woman that held her yearly party of debauchery and that person was not limited to only those three days. I was in her house a third month when a visitor called. I thought surely they had come for Catherine when I heard the bell ring, but the butler came to me in the library and announced that Alice had arrived for me. I was elated. I had not seen her since Madeline had died. She was shown to the parlor and I quickly joined her there. We sat on the same sofa she had straddled my lap naked as years before. "I've missed you." She told me right away. "And I you." I was already sorry that I had not continued our lessons. "I only just heard you had come to live with Catherine. You know she does not say much about her private life at the tavern." I nodded. We talked a time, leaning close and holding hands, before Catherine entered the room and closed the door behind her. "How cosy." She said with a smile. "My two dearest girls." She wore a jacket and breeches but no tights or shoes. Her hair was tied back but she was not wearing a wig, and she had clearly been drinking. There was something in her tone that frightened me. I had never heard anything the like from her. Was she jealous I wondered to myself. A smile played at her lips as she sat in a chair across from us. "Catherine, what's wrong?" I asked. "Ah, my state. Yes. Indeed dear girl I've had too much to drink and I beg your forgiveness if I offend you." She laughed quietly and sat back in the chair. At her side a table held a bell and she rang it. Moments later the butler arrived and she demanded brandy. "It's hardly noon." I said. "I'm celebrating my tragic news dear girl." She said. The butler returned with her bottle and a glass. Catherine sent back the glass and sat sipping directly from the bottle. She said nothing, leaving us to wonder until finally we could stand it no more. "Tragic news?" Alice asked. "Yes. Yes it seems that one of my ships has sunk with all hands." I covered my mouth with my hands. "The poor sailors." I said quietly. "A filthy sort they are but none the less I shall compensate the families, after all I'm well insured..." She closed her eyes. "Money..." She spat. "It's as if that would make the loss right again. Money shan't father their children nor protect their wives." Catherine was saddened for the loss of the men and said nothing for the riches the ship carried. I scarce believed my ears. I wondered to myself how it could be that one so rich could care so little for wealth. Catherine was an odd sort. At times she could be as demanding of those beneath her as any wealthy woman might be. And at other times she was so gentle and tender that she seemed a lover. Guessing which side of her one might see was impossible. I had learned though to expect either and she rarely surprised me. Rarely, but not never. "Entertain me Alice." Catherine demanded after quite some time in silence. With a nod the girl got up and reached for her guitar but Catherine stopped her. "No." She sat up and gestured to me. "No, entertain me dear." He voice growing gentler. I was quite shaken by the request but Alice did not seem at all to be. She nodded her head with a smile as she turned toward me. "Liz?" She asked me. I could hardly speak. My mouth had run dry and I felt dizzy. I thought I should faint but Alice's hand on mine snapped me out of it. "What of Eliza?" I asked. "Oh but she would be so excited to hear of it." Alice laughed. "She'll beg every detail from me as she forces her fingers in to me and sucks the wetness from my nethers." "Alice!" I gasped but she only giggled as she tossed pillows on the floor and pulled me down with her. The girl began simply enough, trying to help me feel at ease, by kissing my neck and lips. She eased me to my back and gently untied my dress. I helped her slip it off and moments later she had done the same for herself. She bent forward letting our breasts rub together as we kissed deeply. Even under the circumstances I could feel myself becoming more excited. It surprised me as I very much did not feel comfortable before Catherine in this way. Alice smiled down at me. "You've wanted me this way for so long... Say it." She whispered to me. She was of course right, I had since the night we had made love at the party, during all of our lessons I had felt such desire for her, but denied my temptations in honoring of what Madeline and I had together. Yet I remained silent. She reached between my legs and rubbed my clitoris between her finger and thumb carefully. "Tell me, I want to hear you say it." I groaned and nodded my head, trying to answer. "Yes, yes I want you Alice." I finally managed. "I knew it." She whispered hoarsely. She fell upon me and drove her tongue in to my mouth. Her hands explored every inch of my flesh and I was no less attentive to her. Alice was a ravenous lover. A single orgasm did nothing to satisfy her, and with her in my arms it did little to satisfy me. The girl had her head between my legs, teasing my sex when my head fell lazily to the side and through my half opened eyes I caught sight of Catherine. She sat with her head tilted slightly. Her eyes like mine were only half open and she licked her lips from time to time. Her hand was slipped in to her breeches and I could clearly see that she was massaging her sex as she watched us. I was surprised at first. But as I watched her I realized that it excited me to know I was having this effect on her. I reached between my legs and caressed Alice's head gently while she happily licked at my nethers. As I began to feel the build of another orgasm Alice's sensed it and turned, keeping her attention between my legs. She brought her sex around before my face and without a moments hesitation I drove my face forward, lapping and licking every crevice of her sex. It was as if Alice could somehow cause herself to climax when she wished it. As soon as my orgasm burst forth she too cried out and drove her sex toward my face. It was this that it seemed Catherine needed as she began to moan and shudder with her own orgasm. In her drunken state it had taken all of this time for her climax but once. I lay a time catching my breath. Alice had laid her head on my belly and was humming absently as she dragged her fingers back and forth over my flesh. I looked up to find Catherine smiling happily, sipping from her brandy. Seeing me she gestured with the bottle as if to toast me. "Won't you sober Catherine." I begged her. She glanced at me and shrugged before taking another sip. "I promise you, I shall be right as rain tomorrow." She closed her eyes and soon passed out from the drink. Alice and I lay on the pillows talking and flirting for hours. She eventually slid beside me and kissed me. "I must leave soon, Eliza worries if I'm out after dark." I don't know if Catherine had been awake through most of our conversation or if she had managed to sleep and listen at the same time, but she cleared her throat and sat up. "I'll send for Eliza straight away." She said. "No need for our festivities to end so soon." Her hand pressed firmly against her head she stumbled out of the parlor. "Yes yes, I'll spread a bit of coin about and everything will be just fine." She mumbled as she walked away, still thinking of the reason for her drunkenness. Alice and I giggled softly before returning to our conversation. "She hates her wealth." Alice told me. "Why?" "Her father built his fortune on the backs of fifteen hundred slaves." I looked down at her. "It's true. But she refuses to keep slaves as it were." "What do you mean?" I asked. "She houses them on her plantations. They receive a wage. When they save enough money she ships them overseas to a country where they can be free, or brings them north. She receives little notice, they are considered her property after all." "Is she a Quaker?" "Not by birth." Alice shifted slightly. "Her father was a Protestant. But not a Quaker... No she likes the negros. Calls the women Nubian princesses. There's a story there but I suspect none of us will ever hear it." "What faith was her father?" "She's never said. What ever it was though they believed in slavery." "Do you?" "How could I?" She laughed. "I know what it is to be bound to a life you feel no control over. How could any woman believe in it? We are prisoners of men as well." It made sense to me. Though I never considered politics, or at least never had in the past. "She is a Quaker though isn't she?" "Of a sort." Alice sat up. "Do you really want to know these things?" She asked. "Catherine is a most unusual person, and much of her life is secret from those of privilege." "She certainly does not look like a Quaker." I commented. "How do you know then?" I asked her. "She's not as guarded with us." By us she meant only those scant few women that she might invite to one of her special parties. Alice leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. "Shall we find something to eat? Or Drink?" She stood and took my hand helping me to my feet. Alice would have left the parlor for the house completely naked had I not said something. Eventually she was coaxed in to her undergarments, and scarce let me dawn any more myself. We wandered in to the kitchen. The cook shook his head when he saw us but made no other indication that there was anything unusual. Alice looked around at the pots, hoping to find something of interest but she did not. She lead me back out to the dinning hall where we found a number of sweet treats sitting about, apparently available for any one's sampling. We washed it down with Catherine's own private brewery's beer before returning to the parlor where I lay dozing as Alice strummed the guitar. Eventually Catherine returned to the parlor sipping coffee and still holding her head. "Oh for relief." She grumbled. The woman looked up at me. "I beg of you child, do not let me drink so much again." I had no idea how I could stop her but I nodded my head all the same. "Hemp plants can be smoked I hear." She mumbled. "Josephine says it relieves pain." Catherine was quite disheveled but she had at least put on tights and shoes. She laid on a sofa and set her coffee aside. Hemp? I remember thinking to myself. Why would anyone smoke rope? The name Josephine and it's owner meant nothing to me when she said it, but in a future Alice's cards could not have foretold I would come to know here very well. Eventually one of the servants came in to the parlor with a cup containing their cure for the indulgences. Catherine sipped at it for a time and began to seem to feel better. She looked about for a moment and sighed. "Eliza has not arrived?" Alice shook her head. "I sent my driver for her." Another hour would pass before Eliza joined us in the parlor and we sat talking. Ever the gracious host Catherine indulged us with cigars and we sat smoking while the boys talked politics or something, I had not truly been listening. Oddly I simply assumed any time the boys gathered they spoke on matters of state or economics. Their world was foreign to me, as foreign as the world of men would be I think. In time their conversation turned to literature and I became more interested, going so far as to join them. Alice soon followed, and much to her delight she found she could participate in the arguments. As the night drew on Alice and Catherine entertained us with song and dance. We enjoyed a light dinner, light I suppose for the very wealthy. Then retired to our bedchambers. Catherine, as she always did, appeared at my door, in her night clothes, holding a candle stick. She came in, closing the door behind her and setting the candle down on the night table. She took the edge of the bed and arranged the covers over me, satisfied that I was sufficiently tucked it. She smiled down at me, the smile of mother for her beloved daughter. There was something comforting about the ritual. I knew she saw me as a child but she treated me well. She stroked my cheek with the backs of her fingers. "So dear to me." She whispered. I wondered often what she would have been like as a real mother. Would she take such liberties with her daughter as she took with myself and the other girls? Catherine's good night kisses were anything but matronly. She pressed her lips to mine and parted them, as I did. Our tongues touched and lingered a moment before she sat back. "Catherine?" I began, "don't you desire me?" I had to know. After three months I had to know if I was in anyway still desirable. "You are a lovely girl and a fine lady, but my tastes are more exotic." She did not elaborate. She simply left me there, closing my door as she went. More exotic? I asked myself again and again. What was exotic about Madeline that had so attracted her? I could not fathom what Catherine might possibly mean by exotic but what ever it was I did not have it.