The Spy's Daughter And The Rebel Colonel (Closed for Initiate_me))

[Initiate_me]

Catherine broke the handshake to very slowly assume a kneeling position in front of Rusty, here eyes never leaving his.

"Very well. The deal is done. And you may keep your... pet. Provided that she stays out of sight. As far as is practical. And I advise you to keep her well clear of Williams, although that hardly needs to be said."

She placed slender fingers on his belt, and licked her reddened lips.

"Now why don't we continue what we started yesterday afternoon? Before all of this nonsense took place. I believe... that your cock was full and hard between my lips, was it not?"

Without awaiting an answer, she undid his belt. The drapes of the parlour window were open, allowing morning sunlight and a pleasant view of the gardens, but no privacy from any passing busybody who might appear.

Meanwhile, I had no idea of any of this. I was still living in my blissful ignorance, far away from the awful day on which I would discover all that had been happening between my mother and my lover. With all of the pain and confusion that brought. I was brushing my hair and dressing myself, casting occasional glances to the bed where the much wronged woman slept still. And wondering what on earth we all would do.

 

[Homerun2611]

This was not what I wanted to do, but there were so many conflicts and the stakes were so high, that to refuse Catherine's advances likely doomed those that not only myself, but Elizabeth also cared for deeply. "I will not flaunt Marabel, I never have, but she is loyal to me, and your daughter for that matter." I saw Catherine's nostrils flare a bit, and realized that may have been a mistake. "Stanton is a good man, and he was loyal to you last night, I hope you respect that. And, I will treat Williams with respect, but he must reform. Beating your assets to within an inch of their lives is not a very good return on investment."

I left it there and watched Catherine drop to her knees. As she went down, she undid the top three buttons on her dress, and suddenly her full, gorgeous bosom was flowing out of her dress. There was no denying, Elizabeth's mother had spectacular tits. "Perhaps when I get you far enough, you might prefer these to even my mouth...would you like to paint my Rusty, claim these tits for your own!" Jesus, she had the looks of and body of an actress and the mouth of a whore. I so wish my body could have ignored the temptation, but as she unzipped and fished me out, I was as she had requested, "full and hard" very, hard.

I knew Elizabeth was upstairs, and I just wanted it to be over, no matter how physically aroused I was, mentally I felt terrible. "As you requested, now show me that your talents are as good as your promise...and Catherine....suck my cock...suck me hard...but yes....I want to paint you!"

Suddenly she was taking me balls deep, Catherine could deep throat and tease a man from his tip to his balls. It would be unfair to call her blow job anything less than spectacular. "Are you ready Colonel....am I not as good as you hoped...now give me my reward!" And with that she pumped and pumped, arching her back and presenting her tits, a smile on her face...and with my brush in her hands she made sure I covered every inch!

 

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Smug smile upon her face, she took out a blue silk handkerchief and scrupulously wiped the ejaculate from her breasts, her eyes never leaving Rusty's, and full of triumph.

"Perhaps I should leave this here, for someone else to find? Such as my daughter, to set her imagination going. Although she already knows that I always get what I want."

She stood , and rebuttoned the top of her dress, as Rusty wordlessly re-sheathed his member. Then, after a few flirtatious words, and an expression of satisfaction with the agreements they had made during their meeting, she took her leave.

***

I had meanwhile been occupied with assisting Stanton in returning the injured girl to the slaves' quarters. Stanton seemed halfway recovered already from the trials of the previous night, although I could tell that his freshly-stitched wounds yet stung him when he moved.

Together we wandered slowly back to the house, feeling no urgency, as a flat and draining emotional fatigue had eased over both of us.

"I had meant to talk to you again about a possible development," he said to me as we crossed the immaculate lawns. "I have heard that someone in the town may have news of your father."

"What news?" I asked, suddenly invigorated. I was desperate to know where my father was, to know that he was safe, and that we might see him once more very soon.

"I'm not sure. A boy who works at the hardware store remarked to me that he had overheard Mr Harding speak about your father to another gentleman, that he had heard some surprising things. But they left before he could gain any further information."

"We must speak to him immediately!"

"Indeed. But I think my presence would not assist you. The Hardings are not known for their enlightened views about free men of my race. And neither are they known for their friendly conversation."

He scratched his chin. We had paused a hundred metres from the house, and looking to it we saw Rusty emerge from the front door. He raised a hand in greeting and headed towards us.

"However...," Stanton continued, with a smile, "I think that the presence of an esteemed soldier of the southern cause would persuade Mr Harding to share his knowledge with you."

Rusty greeted us, and Stanton shook his hand as they said good morning. Then he clapped the other man on the shoulder and stepped away from us, saying

"Elizabeth has a small expedition for the two of you to take, my friend. A day's visit to the local town, with the possibility of some valuable education regarding the master of this household. At the very least it will be a timely break from recent excitement here for you both. It would be best to be clear of Williams and Mrs Holme for a few hours, while everyone calms down. I will go and ready a horse - I'm sure you'll be fine sharing, it's not far and a very easy, pleasant route."

He left us and Rusty and I stood awkwardly together. Although at that moment I did not know of what had transpired with my mother in the parlour only minutes earlier, I did perceive that he seemed somehow deficient in his usual comfortable confidence.

"I hope you're feeling quite well this morning?" I asked him. I was relieved at the prospect of escaping the house and grounds for a while, even though we had really only just arrived. There was something cloying about the whole place, as if we were continually watched by unseen eyes.

 

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I watched Katherine's reaction as I spilled myself over her full, milky breasts. Thank God she was joking about wearing me. I would somehow explain what had happened and would likely continue to happen to Elizabeth. It was for the greater good, but I was beginning to hate myself, no matter how how I tried to rationalize it. I thought of my Elizabeth, I was asking so much of her, I could only hope she could persevere.

Heading outside I could not help but smile at seeing Stanton and Elizabeth there. I was surprised to see him up and about, but he was a strong man, and it gave me comfort to see him with Elizabeth as I knew her affection toward the humble but impressive man. "Good day to you Sir, I am impressed to see you out here. Elizabeth, this man was a hero last night, and my guess is it is not the first time." I held out my hand but Stanton pulled me into a genuine hug of friendship.

"I am not the only hero, and Sir I think I likely owe you my life, thank you!" Nodding and saying nothing, I had done what any man of honor should have done. Nothing more, nothing less. I was also wrought with a guilty conscience. I was actually hoping to discuss it with Stanton, I need reassurance that I was doing the right thing, allowing Catherine the satisfaction of her sexual desires of me in order to incur her favor to control the evil that was Wilson, but he had other plans for Elizabeth and I.

It was an interesting development. I also appreciated the self awareness of Stanton, even free hie was not, and probably never would be. I had met few white men who had half the integrigy and character of this man, and I was privileged to call him friend. "I will be glad to, I hope my rank will encourage this...Mr. Harding to disclose all he knows."

Suddenly I thought of something. "I assume Elizabeth and I will spend the night in town before returning, if we do, would you do me a favor?" Stanton nodded, but knew not what I would ask. "Please bring Marabel into your quarters, I do not want her alone and accessible to Williams. If I am not her, I cannot protect her."

Stanton understood but was of course a gentlemen. "Yes Colonel, and I, of course will not lay a hand on her." I only laughed, "Stanton my friend, Marabel is a woman of robust appetites..." I looked at Elizabeth who was blushing, "You two should do as you wish, I know it will be consensual in whatever you do, but you may find she pleasantly surprises you!" I winked and watched Stanton walk away, shaking his head and laughing.

After Stanton left I turned to Elizabeth. "Yes, I am fine, but thank you for asking. How about yourself and the girl? I was far more concerned of her and you. You were magnificent Elizabeth, you really were, but there are challenges here, that are requiring extraordinary actions. I think this time away will be good for us. There are many things we should probably discuss." I took her hand. "Please do not doubt though, that underlying everything I do and am trying to accomplish here is my love for you."

We went inside and I was surprised at the enthusiasm that Cathering showed for Elizabeth's an my excursion. Little did I know that Williams scratched an itch for Catherine that I neither knew or understood. Both Catherine and Williams took an unusual delight in pain. And with all of us gone from the main house, Catherine looked forward to the kinky games she and her overseer indulged themselves.

"I understand there is a play in town, William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, they say it is ver good. Please take my daughter, it is my treat, and enjoy a fine dinner as well." She would not have to pay, but such a night sounded wonderful. "Would you like to do that...a nice dinner, some theatre, a night in a fine hotel..." I looked at Catherine, "...separate rooms of course."

With an extra bag for evening clothes we would wear that night, we headed off to town to see what we could learn regarding Elizabeth's father.

 

[Initiate_me]

There was a simple dirt road linking the lonesome stretches of our plantation with the other large homes of the area, including the manor house of our nearest neighbours the Lockes. The road then continued on down a long, gradual decline, to the small town.

My impression of Rusty during that ride was that he was somewhat tired, and distracted. I could not blame him for this, we had experienced a turbulent introduction to life here, with a degree of action we could never have predicted. Sat on the saddle behind Rusty, with my arms clasped around his waist, I felt that now we could breathe, and take stock, and recuperate. My mind wandered off over the various entertainments we might seek out in town, before I brought it back to task - reminding myself that we had information to seek out.

The morning was warm, and as the sun climbed it became uncomfortably so. We exchanged few words, and the rhythmic motion created by the horse lulled me towards sleep, only for me to be roused by a rough patch, or the buzzing of a nearby mosquito.

We arrived at a popular drinking establishment on the edge of town, and Rusty dismounted, before lifting my from the horse. He removed our bag, tied the horse, and quickly arranged for it to be watered and seen to by the barman's assistant. My local town was too small to have a real stables, and lacked the regular visitors to justify such an amenity. Many folk there performed two or even three functions in the place, and thought nothing of it. To me it felt strange to be back. Everything now looked to me so small, and grey.

"I don't think we are too early to call on Mr and Mrs Harding," I remarked. "I think this is a sociable hour."

I peered down the wide path, which separated the old tavern from the hardware store, where the boy who had been the source of Stanton's information worked. I felt visiting him was not necessary, I knew where the Hardings lived and preferred to have the words from their own mouths. The sparse rows of houses stood a half mile away, on dusty, infertile ground. Close enough together to be associated but not so close as to seem like true partners or friends. Just like so many of the people here.

 

[Homerun2611]

I felt so guilty as we rode the long dirt road/path from Elizabeth's plantation to the small town that serviced most of the plantations in the area. "I am looking forward to learning what we can about how your father is doing?" Was about the only words I could muster, although occasionally I did reach down and loving massage the firm, slim thigh of my love. Elizabeth was my love, I knew that, these other things, Marabel, her mother were necessary to accomplish our goals of keeping pease and ending the tyranny of Williams. Intellectually I knew that, but I also had to admit, that although it was not my intent, the result of these other interactions was incredible physical satisfaction.

So I was guilty, very guilty and was trying to figure out what I might say to Elizabeth when we finally talked and I needed to tell her the truth! We approached the town, and it was small, but it covered life's basic necessities...a barbar, a general store, a haberdasher, a linen shop with fine cloths and ladies clothing, a bootery, a blacksmith, an apothecary and of course the hardware store. It also had a saloon, nothing fancy, a big bar, eight or ten tables, a poker table, blackjacck table, roulette wheel and a craps table, all the keys. It even had a small dance floor with a small stage where a muscian or a small group could play.

We went inside and the owner either did not know or did not recognize Elizabeth. "May we have a room for the night?" I asked as the man looked at us. "I only have a single left, a nice double brass bed, I think your lady there will like it." I looked over at Elizabeth who was looking down, clearly blushing. "Thank you sir, we will take it." I carried our bags up the stairs to the balcony/galleria level that looked down below. As I came backdown the man caught my arm, "It is $10 but includes a steak dinner, care of your horse and free whiskey." I laughed, who could pass that up.

Outside I turned to Elizabeth, "I agree we should go to their home, shall we walk or take our friend here?" Signaling to the horse, I held out my arm waiting her response.

Walking

 

[Initiate_me]

The cavalier informality of the saloon owner had left me blushing, and annoyed, but I swallowed that and took Rusty's arm, saying that we should walk. I felt I needed the exercise in order to relax my mind, which had been whirling around possible reasons for Rusty's state of distraction. Our walk through the main street was quiet, and although we were greeted in the usual friendly way by the few citizens we passed, I was sure that none recognised me, and I neither, save for Old Doug, who nodded to us from the step outside the linen and clothes shop, where he had no business save for it being a suitable place to stay out of the sun and get some morning drinking done. I'd always liked Old Doug.

We reached the small row of houses, and I was able to remember which one constituted our target. It was at the far end, the furthest from the town proper, backed by a copse of trees. The kind of position a paranoid man would choose. One who feared some sort of attack, and desired both a clear view of all others in front and a swift escape route behind. But I only knew of Mr Harding as some sort of trader, regularly bringing loads of goods into the town, procured from who knew where.

Rusty knocked upon the thick, strong door and we waited, and then Mr Harding himself opened.

"Good morning?"

He was not a tall man, but stocky, and self-assured. His work in bringing carts to and fro on long journeys had given him a deep tan, and the hint of a stoop. I knew him to be at the beginning of his thirties.

"Mr Harding, good morning. Do you remember me? Elizabeth Holme."

I had the impolite habit of assuming that all in the town knew our family, simply due to the size of our lands and the extent of our production. But we had never been social with the people around us. Mr Harding frowned as he scrutinised me, and I was forced to explain my identity.

"Ah, well that's sure fine enough," he conceded. "How can I help you today?"

I took a breath and calmed my nerves. "I understand you may have some information about the whereabouts of my father.

He smiled. "I can see the resemblance now, forgive me. Holme... good man. I'll allow it's a shame how it's gone for him. A damn shame."

"And how would that be?" I had not intended to be brusque but his expression suggested my tone was too strong.

"I didn't mean nothing by it."

"Please Mr Harding, I only wish to know what news there is of him. We heard that you were the source of some rumours in the town, and-"

"-rumours? Well I never spread no rumours, miss. And I don't take well to the accusation."

"I only meant that-"

"I'll say good morning now."

And with that simple sentence he closed the door in front of us. I couldn't believe such rudeness. Clearly he was a man of changeable temper - one moment all smiles and friendly words, the next a defensive wall in human form. He had perceived a slight upon his character, and simply terminated the discussion. Why was this such a sensitive topic for him? I turned to Rusty, who had been standing patient, observing.

"Please... could you try? I know that Stanton believe Harding would be impressed by you. He might be more inclined to talk."

 

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It felt good and right to have Elizabeth's arm linked in mine, like we were back to just being us, rather than the configurations that being at her mother's home had required. She walked us over to the farthest of the row houses, and I don't know what, but something told me things were not quite as we suspected.

I knocked on the door, but Elizabeth quickly took control of the conversation after Mr. Harding greeted us. While the man was friendly, and even said something nice about Elizabeth's father, I saw him looking a bit uneasy at me, and then back to her. The exchange was a bit awkward from the beginning, with Mr. Harding clearly hiding something as soon as he knew Elizabeth's identity. Her use of the word "rumors" was unfortunate as Mr. Harding clearly took offense, or at least used it as an excuse to end the dialogue. I expected it was more the latter, but what the issue could be, I had no idea.

The closing of the door was not a slam, but it was without hesitation and our company was clearly no longer wanted. However when Elizabeth turned to me, her beautiful eyes pleading, "Please... could you try? I know that Stanton believe Harding would be impressed by you. He might be more inclined to talk." I looked at her, and was not so sure, but also knew I could not refuse. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, "Of course I will."

I turned and knocked again. At first there was no answer, for after thirty seconds or so I knocked again, and this time the same man who opened the door was nowhere near as friendly. I held up my hand, "Sir, I promise Elizabeth meant no harm, it was simply a poor choice of words." I hoped Elizabeth didn't mind, but I needed to defuse the bomb I saw ticking in front of me.

"Mr. Harding, Elizabeth has seen some of the harshest aspects of this war, and in her role as a field nurse, she was critical in nursing me back to health, and this Confederate soldier has grown very much in love with her. Please, if you honor her or my service at all, please tell us what you know. She is very concerned for her father's welfare, as I am sure you can well imagine?"

You could see the man's anger fade, and be replaced by a sense of compassion. "Of course I understand Colonel, it is just..." He took an anxious look at Elizabeth, "I am not sure the young lady is prepared to hear what I have to say. And yes, it may be a rumor, but it was told to me as fact, a fact I did not want to believe and one I do not think she, nor you, will like!"

He looked anxiously over our shoulders and saw we were alone and opened the door further, stepping aside to let us in. The home was simple, and we were issued into the sitting room, two couches facing each other, a rectangular cherry coffee table in between, and an overstuffed chair to one side. It was intended for small gatherings and simple conversation.

Off to the right was a small dining room with an oval table which lead into a kitchen. Off the entry way was a small stairway, which I assume led up to the bedrooms. We were brought to the sitting room and that would be the extent of our tour. We were offered glasses of water that we gladly accepted.

"Thank you for your hospitality Mr. Harding..." He stopped me, "Please call me Wendel." "Thank you for your hospitality Wendel..." I smiled. "I think if this was has taught us anything, it is that it is better to hear and understand the bad news and unfortunate truths, rather than hold onto blindly what we might like to be true. Miss Holme is stronger than you might imagine, we want to hear what you know, if you are willing to tell us?"

Wendel nodded, and sighed, "Okay then, Miss Holme, it is my understanding that your father was wounded in a small skirmish nearly six months ago. He was missing for a few days, and people wondered if he had been captured or worse?" He looked around nervously, there was more to the story, and it was not going to be pleasant.

"Is he okay?" I asked, not sure how i might comfort Elizabeth if her father had died. "Oh, he is believed very okay, about 4 weeks ago, he was seen drinking and gambling in a saloon in northern Virginia. Ma'am the belief is your father, decided to switch sides and since that time has been profiteering by aiding and abetting the Union side!" You could see the anger rising again in Mr. Harding, but he also felt bad about telling the beautiful young woman about her father!

 

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I dropped my glass, and it fell to the floor but did not break. The water spilled free, but no attention was paid. The men only looked to my shocked face. I suppose I must have appeared on the brink of some form of fainting spell, as Rusty felt it necessary to lean over and place his hand firmly on my arm, as if I were about to tip forward and follow the glass to the floor.

For a long minute there were no words. I had first been scared by his description of my father's capture - but the suggestion, the accusation that he was acting as a traitor, cut me deeply. My feelings for the righteousness of our war had become muddled and dulled, but regardless of that, this was a vicious attack on the honor of my father, on some of the fundamental values that his very being was composed of. I shook my head, unable to speak. I attempted words, failed, and shook my head again. Eyes fixed to the floor, I hear Rusty quietly ask after further details.

 

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I must say, even for one as disenchanted with the war as I had become, it was still a bit shocking to hear. I could only imagine how difficult it was for my dear Elizabeth. The glass slipped from her delicate fingers, but fortunately she was standing on a small persian throw rug and the glass tumbled harmlessly spilling the remaining water. I looked at her face and watched as the blood drained from her cheeks at the initial shock, only to be rouged again by a sense of anger at the allegation.

I gave her a moment to respond if she so wanted, and I saw her lips move but no words escaped and then her eyes went down staring, as if in disbelief, at the floor and puddle of spilled water. I knew she needed me to take command and I did so in two ways. First I moved and put my arm around her waist. I was a bit worried she might feint, but moreso I wanted her to feel viscerally my support, love and empathy. I could not even imagine how difficult this might be for her.

Second, I also sensed that this conversation was nearly as difficult for Wendel as it was for Elizabeth, and if I took the wrong tone, we would quickly be dismissed and given no more insight as to the basis of this most serious allegation. "Wendel..." I used his first name, a gentle smile on my face, hoping the familiarity would be welcome. "...I am sure you understand how startling this information is to his daughter."

Wendel cut me off, and I saw a kindness as he looked over at the distraught woman in my arms. "Of course, it was for me too, I considered your father a friend, and your plantation has been one of our longest and most valued customers. I have played poker and shared many a glass of whiskey, ale and cigars with her father."

There was a bit of heartbreak in the man's tone, a deep sadness that seemed quite genuine. "Then help us, how have you come to the conclusion that this could indeed be true?" Wendel took a deep sigh, and moved his eyes from Elizabeth and back to my own, looking me dead in the eye, a clear sign of integrity.

"Mary Kay..." He looked at Elizabeth who I wasn't sure recognized the name or not, and then back at me, "I'm sorry, Mary Katherine Gibson owns the linen and women's clothing shop here in town a few doors down from my own. She had gone up to Alexandria to purchase several bolts of new linens for dresses she had on order. Being a woman she was able to pass along the roads and she did not have any slaves accompany her, only the man who works in her shop. They had finished their purchases, and would spend the night in the city before returning. They had gone to the saloon for dinner and a cocktail when she saw her father at a large poker table, well dressed playing with a Union officer and a small handful of wealthy men!"

He took a pause and sipped on his water, clearly nervous and uncomfortable having to retell what he had been told. "Mary Kay does not believe he saw her, but she had moved closer hoping to get a word with her father and make sure he was okay. Instead she overheard something quite different. Asked why a man as succesful as your father had switched his allegiances, and why they could trust him, her father spoke quite specifically as to the humiliation he had felt at the hands of his wife, her infidelities with the overseer, and how he had come to realize...and please remember these are supposedly his words and not mine, the horridness of slavery and how this most heinous of institutions must somehow come to an end....Miss Elizabeth I do want you to know, he did express one regret, and that was his fear that his daughter, the true love of his life, may be ashamed of him."

Wendel looked up, seemingly afraid of our reaction to his story, but I was not sure what my reaction even was....for in many ways, her father and I were in complete agreement!

 

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In that moment I felt sorry for myself, to say the very least. I felt wretched. That my life was one dispiriting shock after another. With every loved one disappointing me. How long would it be before Rusty himself would let me down, as everyone else had? These irrational thoughts swirled and blended with the simple meanings of Wendel's story. Mary Katherine Gibson had a sterling reputation in the local area, and to my knowledge had never been known as a gossiper or one to sow division. Quite the opposite, I had heard that she was regarded for her fairness and her gentle ways, and wisdom beyond her years, as an unusually independent young woman. And I saw no reason for Wendel to lie either.

I realised the men were watching me keenly, concerned for my state of mind. Unsure of how long I had been silent, I gathered up the will to speak. Quietly, slowly, with my eyes on the spilt water.

"We must visit Miss Gibson. She... she may have further details."

Wendel nodded along, eager to support me, but then declared that Mary Kay was out of town visiting her sick grandmother.

"In that case.... we will leave word for her, and ask her to call on us when she is able. I just... I just believe there must be more to this. I... my father, he...," the sentence died on my lips as I failed to summon a plausible excuse for what we had heard.

Rusty said that perhaps Wendel would be good enough to pass on a letter for us when she returned home.

"Of course, of course. Anything to assist a hero of our cause like yourself sir, and Miss Holme too, of course. Of course." Wendel trotted out of the room to retrieve paper and a dip pen for us. Rusty's arm around my waist pulled me close for a brief hug, to which I surrendered gladly, although still not able to raise my gaze from the floor. Wendel returned, and set the paper, pen, and ink bottle at a small table, which he then carried awkwardly to where we sat.

It took me several tortured minutes to construct a simple note.

Miss Gibson,

I hope that your grandmother's condition has improved, and that this letter finds you quite well. I write to you in reference to a retelling I have heard of an encounter you recently had, with my father, who has been kept away from us for over a year by the war which at this time shadows the lives of all Americans.

With no wish to admonish you, or to dispute your account, I would greatly appreciate that opportunity to hear the story from your own self, and to learn whatever more I can regarding the whereabouts and safety of my father, which I'm sure you will understand are of grave concern to me.

If you would be good enough to call on me at my family's home at your earliest convenience, I will be greatly indebted to you. Please may I also request your discretion in this sensitive matter.

Respectfully yours,
Elizabeth Holme

I folded the paper and handed it to Wendel, who took it gingerly, as if it threatened his wellbeing. It seemed he still feared some adverse reaction from us, against him. I attempted to offer him a comforting smile but my effort was poor.

After a little strained small talk between the men, on the weather and vague matters of town business, we excused ourselves, again assuring Wendel that we were grateful for his information. Finding ourselves back outside, alone, I slipped my arm through that of Rusty's and rested my head against his shoulder as we walked back towards the main thoroughfare. I felt drained, and in shock.

 

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It had been quite the tale, and I could tell that Wendel's source had resonated with Elizabeth who now had to understand what this meant for her father, for her, for all she had known and believed in. Elizabeth wrote the note and handed it to Wendel, I was not even sure if I would ask her what she had requested of Mary Kay Gibson.

I did my best to make Wendel feel comfortable, I respected his forthrightness, even if the message he had delivered was most uncomfortable. I promised to come back and better understand his business, and pledged to do what I could to make sure that Elizabeth's mother continued their professional relationship. It was finally time to go, and I shook the man's hand in a sturdy handshake. He asked quietly, "Will the young lady be okay?" I smiled, "She is much stronger than she may appear, it will just take her time but we appreciate your candor and integrity in speaking with us."

I walked Elizabeth out and felt her take my arm and rest her head on my shoulder. Wendel had asked the right question and while I knew eventually my answer would be correct, that was eventually, and this was now! I leaned over and gently kissed the top of her head as it rested on my shoulder. "Elizabeth, i know this is very hard to hear, but I want to make a suggestion and that is to avoid rushing to judgment, not that you would. You know your father better than anyone, hold on to those positive feelings and talk to him when you finally have an opportunity. The good news is that he was healthy, but this war is complicated, as I am sure is your parent's relationship."

It was quite a tangled web when her mother was involved, I knew that first hand. But now, having had this last conversation, the last thing Elizabeth needed was me explaining how I had to indulge her mother in order to reduce Williams ability to hurt the slaves. Stanton and I had discussed what would be required, but whether or not Elizabeth could understand that was a different matter! I focused back on her.

"How would you like to spend the afternoon? One idea could be, we could go back to the hotel and change into more comfortable clothes, and perhaps get a bottle of wine and take the horse out to a nice place where we can just enjoy the afternoon a bit, we can talk or we can just be quiet and you can just relax?" In all honesty, despite being early afternoon a drink sounded perfect.

I just wanted to give her something to take her mind off of what she had just heard, but if she wanted to talk about it, that would be fine too. More than anything I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her it was all okay, It is just I wasn't sure if that was true?

 

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Pushing the upsetting but rational worries as far to the edge of my mind as was possible, I nodded and tried to smile. My attempt was unconvincing, I could feel that, but I persisted with my act, hoping that it would become true in the course of the day.

"Yes, let's do that. It would be good to be somewhere quiet together."

We walked back to the establishment, and Rusty as a gentleman said he would take a drink in the saloon bar while I changed and prepared myself, in order to allow me privacy. I appreciated that, and up in the room I lay down on the bed, feeling the rising heat of the day as it approached noon. Our objective had, strictly speaking, been met, but still I knew myself to be so far from a real understanding of my father's situation. All I knew, and could hold onto, was that I was with the right man to protect me, and to drive forward this search for the truth.

I changed into my blue dress of light, soft material, rearranged my hair, and waited for Rusty.

 

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I could see the looks as I came up to the bar. My purpose was to get a bottle of wine for Elizabeth and I to take with us, and some sandwiches for a bit of a picnic. The barkeep was a good man, and with the wine he had a small glass of beer freshly poured from his tap. "Thank you for your service!" The man meant to be nice and gave a warm smile, but another man at the far end of the bar, had a far different look.

"Service! What service is that, bankrupting the South while failing miserably, how in the hell is the Union kicking our ass!" Even though it was morning the man was drunk and I wanted no part of whatever he was hoping to get off his chest. I quickly swigged the beer and tried to take my leave with the wine and small basket of food. "I'm talking to you soldier, don't you have anything to say?" The man took a wobbly, but menacing stride toward me.

"Sir, I appreciate your opinion, and would prefer to leave it there." I tried to walk past and felt him reach out a hand. Just when I was certain that some type of interaction was inevitable the barkeep was thankfully stepping between us. "Teddy, that is enough, this man has no beef with you...why don't you get out of here."

The man was slurring his speech, "I bet he's yellah, a deserter, or he would be out there getting his ass kicked with all the others." That was enough, I opened my shirt and showed my still bandage mid section. "I have gotten my ass kicked, which I am guessing you have avoided...good day sir!" I walked off and up to our room, not looking back.

Opening the door, it was a breath of fresh air seeing Elizabeth in her light blue dress. "I think I best change, I am not sure this uniform will have the same reaction for all, there are some hard feelings emerging." I took off my jacket and shirt and moved over toward my small bag, but while going I wrapped my arms around Elizabeth. "Let's enjoy our day today....assuming you wouldn't like to enjoy this very room a bit first?" I winked and smiled, half kidding, but only half!

 

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I kissed him on the cheek, and then playfully slid free from his embrace.

"I think I would like to enjoy you out in the beauty of nature, as we did on our journey."

His wolfish smile told me that he approved. He changed, and we left, under the watchful eyes of more than one patron of the bar. I told myself that they were simply admiring us as a couple, but Rusty's warning loomed, regarding the mixed opinions that were emerging regarding our soldiers. It seemed terrible to me, that anyone could think ill of those brave men fighting for our land, whatever the confusion around our cause - but apparently the threat of defeat was bringing out the unpleasant side of many a drunk and scoundrel.

On the back of the horse, arms wrapped around my man, I felt safe, but excited. Excited to be heading out away from houses, saloons, stables, civilisation. Back into the country where we could be alone together, and pretend for a while that our troubles did not exist. The next day we would have to return to the plantation and formulate plans - for Williamson, for the mystery of my father, for keeping our secrets. But for a little while longer we had freedom, to do and feel as we pleased. And I intended to enjoy it.

 

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Elizabeth was ready to go enjoy our day, and that was fine, there would be time later to enjoy our room and bed, and I hoped we would. I tossed on a comfortable cotton button down shirt, pants boots and a cowboy hat that I had picked up downstairs. Not a single element suggested confederate officer.

I was not completely shocked by the man in the bar earlier, at it would be worse as things progressed. I had seen a bit of it already emerging within the army itself as officers found it harder and hard to rally the morale of the troops. The union was clearly superiorly provisioned, and as the war went on, and boots turned into bare feet and nights were cold and men were reduced to hunting racoons, rats and squirrels, the glory of war had long since faded. I tried to push it from my mind, not unlike what Elizabeth did with her father, this was scarce time and I was determined ot enjoy it with the woman I loved.

The ride out into the countryside was nice. The feel of Elizabeth's legs straddling me, and arms wrapped around me, felt right. Her cheek rested at times on the broad of my back as we traveled further and further into rare privacy. After all of the distractions back at her plantation, and the revelations of the morning, we could simply enjoy it being just the two of us. "The bartender told me of a place, I hope you like it and it will be a surprise.

I took a turn off the main dirt road and turned through a forest of trees a quarter mile to our right. Slowing our horse and walking gingerly we made our way and you could feel a slight cool in the air, partly driven by the shade of the trees and partly by, "Do you hear it?" I looked back over my shoulder and winked at my young beauty.

I stilled the horse and suddenly the rushing of water became clear. "I was told there is a lovely clear pond and a small waterfall just over here." I gave the horse a little rain and she walked sensing a cool drink not far away. Finally we cleared through the trees and there it was, as beautiful as the good lord could make it, and clear enough to drink or even swim.

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I stopped our horse and got off, holding my hand up to Elizabeth, "Shall we...I think this is a fine spot, don't you?"

 

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It was a beautiful place.

"Yes, I think this will do nicely," I said, all smiles as I threw my arms around him. "It's good to be away from everyone again.... a couple of days at that house feels like a month."

I was about to continue, to list my complaints against my family and our awkward and possibly dangerous situation, but I managed to stop myself. This was a moment to be appreciated, savoured. And so instead I watched the stream flow over the little waterfall, catching the light as it fell like a cascade of tumbling diamonds. With not a soul in sight, other than ourselves, two full of passion and life, in spite of the chaos unfolding across our homeland. Our time riding over from the field hospital in Jackson seemed long ago, but mere days separated us from that peaceful time outside of civilisation's demands.

We broke our embrace, and, looking away in a pretence of coyness, I asked Rusty just what he planned to do with me in this secluded and romantic spot.

 

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I took a long look around, and no matter what I saw in this little oasis we had found, it did not compare to the beauty of my Elizabeth. She was cute, but I also knew she was flirting in her own way, and suddenly all the turmoil back at the plantation was momentarily forgotten. "What I plan to do with you?" I asked with a lilt in my voice, feigning a bit of surprise.

"Hmmm, let me see?" I stepped behind Elizabeth and I began unbuttoning the back of her dress. As one button led to the next, I took her harr and swept it to the side, so that I could kiss the right side of her newly exposed neck. Hands moved to the next button, "I was thinking that in such a natural setting we should assume a more natural state, don't you agree?

Kisses moved up and down neck accompanied by occasional slight licks, "That pool is crystal clear, and looks very refreshing, perhaps we could start with a swim?" More buttons and I slid the straps of her shoulders, exposing her perfect back. A few string ties and her slip was soon undone as well. Off her shoulders her dress now fell and she was naked, and with lips still kissing her neck, one hand curled around to tease her pert young breast and the other reached down to cup her mound.

"So shall we go have a dip, or would you prefer to stay on land a bit longer? I massaged her nipple and her soft petals, "Oh Elizabeth, you feel so good, I have so missed this time together." I pulled my hands away and took a step back and began to undress myself as well, waiting for her answer....

 

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The dress gone - to the soft grass but it may as well have dematerialised itself to another world, I had no use for it. Behind me, his hands cupped my breasts, and then a gentle touch between my legs. I could feel my body readying itself, lubricating the passage for the entry it soulfully anticipated.

I drew in a sharp breath when his fingers met around my nipple, gently, firmly trapping it.

"I've missed it too... I need you to be yours again, truly yours." I stepped away from him, teasingly, as he disrobed. "Even though we've returned to my home, with all of these people to whom I'm close, I'm still yours. You know that, don't you?"

He nodded, and a moment later he was naked, and when he took a step towards me I drew back once more, playfully. He gestured for me to come to him, and I shook my head.

"If you want me, why don't you take me?" I challenged him, turning to walk away across the soft grass towards the water, knowing his eyes would be following me, admiring me. Remembering all that Marabel had told me, about confidence, seduction.

 

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He so hoped this was true, it felt so right to touch her naked body, and feel its willing surrender. Her soft purr, "I've missed it too... I need you to be yours again, truly yours." She stepped away from me, teasingly, as I disrobed. "Even though we've returned to my home, with all of these people to whom I'm close, I'm still yours. You know that, don't you?" I nodded.

I stepped toward her, but she had a wicked, teasing look in her gorgeous young eyes. "Look at me Elizabeth, look at how my body longs for you, wants you as I could never want another. Our coupling is more than physical, you are my soul mate, the one I feel I was always meant to meet.

She was not about to make this easy, and although I did not doubt her desire, she wanted and needed to feel the rush of a man needing his woman. "You little scamp, you will not resist me..." And with two quick bounds I had wrapped my strong arms around her, one hand wrapping around her chest and the other again reaching down and grasping her mound. My hardness pressed up against her lower back and the sudden connection of our bodies sent a flash of electricity through me, and my fingers felt the wetness of her readiness.

"Never before or ever again have I so wanted a woman, and you and I are not leaving this meado until I enjoy you more than once. When we get back to your place tomorrow, you may have to tell your mother of the rough ride you experienced there and back, for I surely hope that after this afternoon and tonight, your walk may be a bit tender for a bit."

I was teasing but oh, how I wanted her. Twirling Elizabeth around I reached down and picked her thighs up from behind, spreading them only to lower her as I drove my body up inside of her. There, in the open air, underneath God's blue skies, I brought my lover down, impaling Elizabeth's tight, wet cunt on my steel hard cock. "Is this what you meant my love...taking you....show your man that your desire for me is as red hot as mine for yours!"

Our bodies pressed together I began to thrust and slide her up and down her breasts pressed against my chest as I felt her arms clasp around my neck and shoulders...

 

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His power took me by surprise, I had come to associate him with a gentle, unexpressed kind of strength. When he lifted me so easily it brought to me how capable and primed he really was, and it thrilled me. He lowered me onto him, holding me safely, and his hard cock breached me, invading my body through my willing entrance. I cried aloud at the suddenness of it, of him filling me with his thick meat, and I pressed my face to his neck and whimpered as he began his rhythm, strong hands under my slim thighs guiding me up and down, and we were joined in hot embrace as he drove into me.

Soon he was able to plunge all of his cock into me at each stroke, deeper than I had thought possible, and I cried out again, a sound that seemed to excite him, as he raised the pace, breathing heavily in my ear, and whispering sultry loving words that made me truly believe that I was his now, under his kind, passionate, lustful control.

 

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Her soft whimper and the nuzzling of my neck, Elizabeth's tenderness and want only doubled my desire for her. Slowly she slid down my hardness, as I filled her, stretched her and took her. Raising her up and down, she began to scream out in pleasure, "Mmmm, yesss, Elizabeth, yess...you know this is where you belong, where I belong, inside of you!"

Holding her with her legs wrapped around my waist, our bodies grinding and thrusting, I slowly lowered myself to my knees and lowered Elizabeth's back to the lush, thick grass. I was still inside of her, and now with her spread wide and slid well up my thighs, I began to pull her up and drive even deeper and more completely inside of Elizabeth's tight, we flower.

I loved looking down at her, watching my cock slide in and out of her tender folds, her gorgeous eyes, her pert breasts, her hardened nipples. Our bodies were like beautiful waves, each one cresting, breaking only to be repeated by the next. I rocked forward, kissing her lips, slippling my tongue inside her mouth, breaking only for the briefest of moments. "Wrap your legs around me tight my Love, become one, give yourself to me, cum to me, and let me cum inside of you!"

Our bodies were so tight, the sun beating down, the birds above in the bluest of skies, the moans louder and louder, the thrusts harder, faster, harder and ....and...."Ahhhg....gaahd...Elizabeth....my...MY...Elizabeth...." It was as if the world stopped for a moment and it was just us, writhing, moaning and cumming, and cumming...and cumming..."

When we were done I rolled off and took a moment catching my breath. "You are so incredible...so...so incredible." I rolled over to my side, and brushed the hair from Elizabeth's eyes, "Let's go for a swim and then...perhaps enjoy ourselves a bit more before we head back and enjoy our night in town..."

 

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His climax broke hard into the midst of my own, and we gripped each other tightly as the ecstatic endings fired through each of us, almost unbearably. Then we lay there, side by side, allowing the waves to subside.

Thoughts of responsibilities and family and fear threatened to return to my mind, but with perfect timing Rusty chased them clear.

"You are so incredible...so...so incredible."

I smiled my reciprocity, knowing a response of words was not necessary.

"Let's go for a swim and then...perhaps enjoy ourselves a bit more before we head back and enjoy our night in town..."

I agreed, rising slowly, and he lay there a moment longer on the grass, the better to watch me walk towards the fountain pool in the hot sun. Before my naked toes touched the cool water he was there, taking my hand, and we waded in together, slowly. The temperature was perfect. To a weary traveller this could have been a life-preserving oasis. To us it was simply a beautiful refuge, and we delighted in it, making our way deeper, submerging our heads, laughing, splashing one another, beholding the light dancing on the surface, and allowing the sounds of the fountain's steady cascade to fill our ears.

 

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Elizabeth was quiet, submissive, but alluring. I wondered if she was just wanting to enjoy the moment, or if she was testing me, uncertain based on some of the time back at her home, even sharing me at times with Marabel, was I still hers, was she still mine? However, as I plunged deep inside of her, spilling my life giving seed, and her screaming out as her grasped and swallowed my offering in waves of her own pleasure.

She got up in response to my suggestion to have a refreshing dip in the cool clear water. I smiled as I watched her, knowing full well she knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying my gaze swallowing up her slender, feminine form. I did not let her get too far, before I laced my fingers into hers and led her to the muddy, pebbly shore of the picturesque pond. "I know you won't admit it, but you like having me watch you naked don't you my love, knowing how I desire you, and your ever move only makes it more so?"

Each step dropped us deeper and deeper, our knees, our waist, my chest, her breasts were slowly submerged in the cool peacefulness of the water. With a cute little smile she was suddenly gone and emerged, and suddenly the sense to play overwhelmed any needs for tranquility. Diving under myself, I swam down and between her legs only to emerge quickly with Elizabeth on my back only to buck her off splashing like a drunken cowboy. As I came up laughing I was met with the spray of her outstretched palm, cascading a splash in my direction.

"Okay, if it is war you want..." I laughed returning the shower of water in her direction. "Catch me if you can?" I flew up in the water only to dive down, with my white bottom quickly followed by my feet as I swam away quickly under water. As I popped up for air, I did not see my love, which meant she was likely in lively pursuit!

So moving away, I went to find cover behind a nearby rock where the water cascaded, and waited for her to emerge. Finally she did, and I quickly closed from behind, feeling her melt into my arms as I wrapped them around her. "I think this is the perfect spot..." I picked her up and set her on the boulder, the water rushing all around her. And then I moved closer and crawled up on the rock between her legs.

Elizabeth looked glorious, the water shimmering off her body, pebbling her nipples, her body long and sleek and perfect. "You are so beautiful, so perfect here in nature, let me enjoy you..." With that I spread her legs and slowly began kissing up her inner thigh, tasting and enjoying her. I brought my lips to her pussy, kissing it tenderly, making love with my mouth. "...open up wide for me Elizabeth, I need to fill with your honey, and inhale your flower." Slipping my tongue deep inside her folds and taking a deep breath I began to do both, with eagerness and passion!

 

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When his tongue met its target between my wet legs I lay back against the warm rock, and surrendered myself to his attentions. The sun forced my eyes shut when I attempted to look up, and so I kept them closed, there was no need to see. It was a moment for feeling - feeling his experienced provocations of my natural instincts, as his tongue sank into me and moved smoothly, generously. I drew in my breath and with one hand stroked the back of his head, encouraging him, toying with his wet hair as he in turn played with me. It didn't take long for the game to reach its conclusion, and the build up inside me was quick, taking me by surprise, as his motions drove me on to a fast and heated climax.

We returned to lie together on the grass, drifting off to brief moments of sleep, whispering loving words to each other, absorbing the innocent goodness of this place in which we found ourselves. But all too soon the time had come to return, to return to the plantation and all of its troubles. I desired just a few more minutes, but the time had come, to set along our way before darkness descended.