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Subject: {ASSM} Rebel 070 spy (MMMMMF)
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Rebel 070 (Old Bill) (MMMMMF)

The Spy 

	"See that pretty one over there," the Madam said.  "I'm not at 
all sure about her."

	I looked where she nodded and spotted the newcomer, a 
vision in satin and lace, svelte and luscious, her posture picture-
perfect.  "Why?" I asked, inwardly licking my chops.

	"A volunteer," she said with a growl.  "No family connections 
to speak of.  Go chat her up.  Let me know what you think."

	My goal, of course, was to converse with the girl horizontally.  
I approached and was introduced, took her elbow and walked her 
out to the garden.  It was a fine day; the world smelled good.  Her 
low-cut gown all-but framed her jutting boobs and her erect stance 
with shoulders back and back arched emphasized their size, shape 
and suckability.  I was nearly slavering as her hip bumped mine and 
my hand circled her boned corset.

	Since her end was reasonably disgraceful and she may still 
inhabit this earth, her name does not matter. We chatted, flirted, 
and once we rounded a corner, enjoyed a brief kiss, little more than 
a cousinly peck, my hand on her rounded hip, hers on my chest to 
hold me away.

	An hour later I reported that I had no idea of the girl's 
honesty, and the stern old woman said for me to find out and to be 
sure.

	So I fetched Michael, dressed him in our captured ensign's 
uniform, had him introduced and he took the young lady off for a 
ride in a light rig.  They returned, both looking a bit overheated, 
and adjourned to the small room on the third floor the girl had been 
assigned.

	I followed and listened from next door while they seduced 
each other and then joyously coupled their lusty bodies. After they 
had been hard at it for a bit, making the ropes sing, I quietly 
entered, watched and admired Michael's technique as he clenched 
and relaxed his buttocks with each thrust and, when he had her 
head over the side of the high bed, approached.  He looked up, 
nodded acquiescence, and I swung out my swelling member and slid 
it into her open mouth and well down her slick throat.

	Her eyes popped open and her hands clawed at my hips as I 
moved my hardening pike in and out of her soft lips, enjoying the 
feel of her open throat and raking teeth in her wide-stretched 
mouth.  Because of her position, upside down to me, she was wide 
open to my root and never gagged once despite its girth.

	"Well?" I asked Michael who was rearing above her lean body 
and plunging his rigid snake into her mounded cunny at the rate of 
at least a hundred a minute, her firm breasts squeezed in his fists, 
their flesh wetly smacking together.

	"Tory bitch," he gasped out with a forced smile.  "Born and 
bred.  A fine, young king-lover who is also one very good lay.  
Pity," he said as he grimaced and spent himself in her, eyes closed 
and mouth open.  He gave her another score of hard rams and 
disengaged, leaving her bubbling sperm from her bruised slit.  She 
had very little in the way of pubic hair.

	I eased my cock from her throat, flipped her over, and entered 
her quim from behind, sinking the whole thing in her juicy depths 
and ignoring her screeching as my thick ram battered its way up and 
in, making room for itself by tearing her open.

	I enjoyed myself at some length, crawled up on the bed on my 
knees and plowed her long and deep until her head was pressed 
hard against the footboard.  Then I grabbed her hair, arched her 
back and delivered my jolts of sperm into her.

	When I was done, Michael boarded her again as she lay 
spread across the quilts, gasping like a beached fish, and I went to 
tell the madam that she was right.  With occasional rests, young 
Michael could go on for hours.

	 "What shall we do with her?" the old lady wondered.

	"I'll take care of it," I told her.

	I got a linsey-woolsey dress and a soiled apron from one of 
the serving girls and went back upstairs.  Michael was crouched 
over her face and dipping her shrunken manhood into her slack 
mouth, getting ready for another foray into her cunny, his paws on 
her lovely breasts.  I sent him on his way with my thanks and tossed 
the girl the borrowed dress.

	"You want to live?" I asked her as she sat up, dripping various 
fluids and looking angry and afraid.

	She sniffed back her tears, wiped her eyes and nodded.

	"Put that on," I said, "and come with me."

	Two or three hours later, as we neared our destination, I 
helped her down and explained the situation to her.  She was very 
frightened and that was good.

	"You don't know where you are, do you?" I asked.

	She shook her head, looking about.

	"Bands of men thrive in this forest, very nasty men.  You 
would not last long with any of them.  They have no politics."

	She nodded her understanding and held my arm.

	"A friend of mine is going to hire you," I told her.  "He's a 
good man.  He has two well-equipped sons, very manly, strong and 
brave.  I am sure all three of them will be happy to accept you as an 
indentured servant and to give you what you need, early and often.  
They will also expect you to work for your supper."

	She gasped and stepped back.

	"Five years or so," I said.  "You must faithfully serve.  If you 
run off, they will add a year."

	"No, please," she said, looking very young in her ill-fitting 
gown.  "I couldn't.  Please."

	"How old are you?" I asked.

	"Seventeen," she said.

	"Then I'll make it four years, until you are twenty-one.  And 
you are not to bear children, understand, or you'll get a year added 
for that."

	"Oh god," she said, sniffing back a sob and pushing a curl 
from her face.

	I took her to Martin's tavern on the edge of a fast-flowing 
stream.  He welcomed her with a grin, said he would soon put some 
meat on her bones, and waved his son over to be introduced.  His 
youngest boy, nearly as big as I was at age sixteen, hustled the girl 
up the stairs before she could protest.  By the time I had created her 
indenture, a good forgery if I do say so, they were back, and she 
did not appear entirely unhappy.  He was beaming, and after 
catching her breath, the girl signed the paper in two places, Martin 
himself took her up for a trial swiving, her feet barely touching the 
treads.  We listened to the bed thump above us for the next half-
hour or so.

	I ate and drank and passed a pleasant afternoon.  By 
sundown, Martin's other boy who was still at home, slightly bigger 
than his younger brother, returned, met the new serving girl, and 
smacked her bottom, kissed her roundly, picked her up and 
galloped up the rickety steps.  The ceiling soon shook with his 
efforts on her fail body.

	He returned in fifteen or twenty minutes to ask her name, and 
she stumbled down the stairs a while later, trying to rearrange her 
hair and looking highly satisfied, fucked out as some would say.  I 
decided to stay the night, and the four of us matched coins for the 
girl's bed.  I won, and she soon was shuddering under me, her legs 
wrapped about my body as I bounced her off the rope bed's thin 
mattress.

	In the morning, she crowed on my spear, and while we rested 
between couplings, she told me that she had been a maiden just a 
week ago.

	"A Marine, a captain, took advantage of me.  I had been 
drinking.  Then his aide, a very thin young man who smelled awful, 
he had me twice that evening, very briefly. He asked me to marry 
him that morning."

	She absently stroked my swelling member.

	"Together, both of them, their things, were not as big as 
yours."

	I kissed her, and she kissed my prong's head and then licked 
it.

	"Then my uncle, my parents are dead, he found out and, well, 
one of Howe's men, I don't know his name, it sounded French, he 
sent me off to spy on Madam Von R."

	I held up my dripping stalk with my hand at it hairy base, and 
she mounted it.

	"And now," she said with a smile, wriggling down, "I've had 
Michael and you and the boys and their father, and, and, each time 
it gets better and better."  She bounced joyously.

	I left her there where I was sure she would be enjoyed and, I 
hoped, would learn to cope with her new life.
	



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