Message-ID: <46736asstr$1077095552@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20040218022110.92676.qmail@web21001.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 18:21:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} War and Peace MF MFF MF first MF rom Lines: 901 Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 04:12:32 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw This erotic story is solely for the enjoyment of our audience. Any distribution of the descriptions and accounts of this story without the express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. No animals were harmed in writing this story. This story is the sequel to "Spoils of War", which was posted last year. It can be read independently, but that story introduced the main characters. Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames are not. Enjoy ******************************* The new Count and Countess of Osta Buca rode out to see their new holdings. The estate and fief had become vacant after the old Count was banished for murdering his lover's husband. Alexander was created as the new Count following his victory over the hated Tiramasu people. The Countess, Lydia, loved her husband, Alexander, even though her marriage was arranged by her father, the Duke of Fettucine, for his own political purposes. The Duke pushed for Alexander to lead the army successfully against Tiramasu. Fettucine remained Commander in Chief of the Army, but he had Osta Buca continue to run its day to day affairs. The old Duke trusted his new son-in-law more than he trusted in own sons. Lydia was willing to over-look her husband's lack of fidelity. She even knew about his sex slaves. She was raised to believe that men were naturally polygamous and no true man could confine his lust to a single woman. Alexander did not actually love Lydia, who was conventionally pretty but not beautiful, but he respected her intelligence and spirit. If anybody, he loved his slave Gilda, who was a former Tiramasu noblewoman whom he captured in the war. He left Gilda in the city with his other slaves when he and Lydia rode to the estate. Lydia loved the grounds of the estate. It was surrounded by green hills and fresh brooks. The house itself had suffered without a consciences owner. She and the Count promised to repair and update the house and grounds. The farms surrounding the villa were less fertile. The peasants farmed some of the bottom lands, but they had less success on the hills. This left them poor and unhappy. First Count Osta Buca had to deal with Anna, the wife of the banished owner. She appeared before him, in distress. She complained, "Your Excellency, if you turn me and my children out of this villa, we will have no place to live." He replied, "You have no legal right to this land. All your husband's lands and titles have been forfeit to the crown, and these and many others have been awarded to me. On the other hand, you should not suffer for faults which were not yours. You may live here on the estate. We will find a place for you and your family somewhere." "Thank you, Your Excellency. You will not regret that decision." Indeed Anna proved very useful. She introduced him to the leading peasants and craftsmen in the villages surrounding the estate. Serfdom had been abolished years before, but many peasants still harbored the old feelings of respect and fear. While they rode around the estate, Osta Buca noticed that few women were in the fields. He asked Anna about it. She explained, "The old Count, and many previous, would seize peasant women for their pleasure, as if they were serfs. They are afraid." After they had begun their repairs, the Count and Countess decided to host a reception for the local people. They ordered wine and meat delivered to the villa. It was the first time the people had been allowed in the villa since the previous new year. The people tipped their hats to the Count and Countess, who responded with grace and dignity. The Count addressed the gathering, "My masters and tenants, welcome all. I want you to prosper, for when you prosper, so do I. I have ideas to make farming on the hills more fruitful by introducing new crops. The Countess and I abhor the old serfdom. You are free, and I would never take any free woman against her will. As we rebuild the villa, the Countess will supervise the construction herself. When I return to the capital on the Prince's business, she will be in charge. You must obey her as you would obey me." The people cheered and said, "God bless the Count and Countess." Some of older peasants asked the Count later, "So how about if a pretty woman wills being taken?" He replied, winking, "No man here would reject a pretty wench." Another man asked quietly, "Some nobles still insist on the right of the bride's first night." He answered, "That stems from the old serfdom. Couples should be free to do as they please. However, I would be happy to bless the bride, if she chooses." They laughed and felt good that their new owner was a regular fellow. The Count was about to return to his duty with the Army. But before he left, he decided to take one last ride with Anna. She was much older than Lydia, but she had once been very beautiful. Before they rode out, Anna said, "Your grace, I want to thank you for the kindness you have shown me and my family." "You are welcome. You have shown how useful you have been around the estate. And your oldest son is well qualified to enter Pesto, the military academy my father-in-law, the Duke established to train young officers." "There is something else I want to show you." They rode about a mile, to a hill behind the villa. She found a path hidden in the woods. At the end of the path was a neat farm house. She waved at the old woman standing by the house. They dismounted and entered the house. A large bed stood in the middle of the room, with a table containing some wine. She poured some wine for both of them. She said, "This is the house where my former husband took his lovers, mistresses, and women from the village. You might find it useful." "Thank you, but my women are in the city." "You might find one here." She unhooked her shift, letting it fall to the floor. She lay across the bed wearing just a petticoat. "Take me. It's been so long," she said. Osta Buca did not want to refuse a pretty willing woman. He had fantasized about what it would be like to make love to Anna. He climbed on the bed next to her and kissed her passionately. "Are you my mistress?" he asked. "I am what ever you want me to be. Have your pleasure with me. Do to me what you want." After losing her husband, Anna longed for sex and affection, even if she had to beg for it. He resumed kissing her on the face and chest. She sighed contentedly. He asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes. Please." He reached under her petticoat to find her pussy. He rubbed it lightly. She moaned, "Oh yes. Do that." She was getting excited, as her breathing increased. He untied his britches, releasing his prick. He saw no need to be gentle. Instead, he climbed on top of her and jammed the tool home. "Oh my God, that feels wonderful!" she exclaimed. He did not say anything. Instead he rocked on top of her, moving with increased ferocity. "Harder, harder," she urged. As he pounded into her, she utter a fierce cry as her body vibrated with pleasure. That become Osta Buca's cue to let it all out. He pulsed into her until he released a series of cum-bursts into her. She was probably passed the age where she could easily conceive a child, but neither of them cared. When he had finished, he rolled off of her. "What an excellent use for a farm house. I hope we might get a chance to use it again," he said. "Yes. An excellent use, with you," she replied. From time to time, he did use the farm house with Anna. He eventually used it with other women, too. The Count returned to the Kalimari to meet with the Prince and the High Council. Since his victory at Tiramasu, Kalimari had become the dominant military power in the area. The Prince's domains covered hundreds of miles. As other Dukes and Princes sought alliances with Kalimari, the Prince even thought of elevating himself to king. The Count and his father-in-law were trying to professionalize the Army, while shrinking it's overall size. This would enable the Prince to reduce taxes and stimulate commerce. They wanted to send most of the remaining Army to the frontier, where it would defend against attack and raid for slaves. Part of the Army would be transformed into a civil guard for law enforcement. In this effort, they were supported by the Prince, but opposed by the old aristocracy. They were in temporary eclipse due to military failures, but they resented Osta Buca for succeeding where they had failed. They wanted a larger army as a sinecure for their sons and loyalists. Osta Buca relied on his father-in-law for political advise. He was far too frank to be a good politician himself, but he had help from Lydia. His slave, Gilda, lived in his town house with his other sex slaves. Originally he had gotten rid of his other sex slaves when he was installed as Count and gotten married in order to repay some political debts. He thought that Gilda and his wife, plus an occasional tryst, would satisfy his sexual needs. However, because he controlled parts of the Army funds, other men gave pretty slaves to him. He was wealthy, and hard to corrupt, but he had difficulty rejecting a pretty and willing slave. Willy-nilly he gradually accumulated a small harem of six to eight concubines. He even had to sell a few to make room. He found that having additional sex slaves helped when he had to entertain contractors or others from the Army. He could let them have free rein with any slave except Gilda. In addition, he felt he could use slaves in ways that he respected Gilda and Lydia too much to use with them. The slaves were not chained, but only Gilda was allowed to leave the house. He found Gilda nursing their new infant daughter. This gave him other opportunities with his other slaves. He particularly wanted to try the pleasures of two new slaves Amber and Pearl. Pearl was tall, with light skin and blond hair and sharp pointy breasts. Amber was darker, with a round face, and round breasts. He had Gilda bathe him, and then send in Amber and Pearl. They entered his room completely naked. He made them stand next to the bed, while he inspected them completely, including placing his hand between their legs. Their pussy's had been shaved, and each had small beads next to her clitoris to maintain stimulation. He noted that each inhaled sharply when touched there. He sat on the bed and opened his robe. He commanded, "Kneel down and take turns sucking my prick. But don't let me cum." They did so. Each girl gave him a few pulls with her mouth, and then yield to the other. Soon they had him rock solid. "Stand up and lean against the wall," he commanded. He went behind each girl and fondled her pussy. Soon each was moaning softly. "Lean over, so I can take you each from behind," he ordered. He placed his prick at Amber's shaved entrance. He pushed in hard, making her cry out. He gave her a few thrusts, and then moved to Pearl, doing the same to her. He moved several times between them, each time raising their level of excitement. He then said, "Pearl, lean over so I can take you in the ass. Amber, you kneel in front of Pearl and lick her pussy." As he entered Pearl's rectum, she cried out, "Master, you are hurting me." He ignored her, "Shut up and take it, slave, or I'll hurt you worse." He penetrated deep inside her ass. Pearl closed her eyes to absorb the pain. He instructed, "Amber, take that dildo and give Pearl some extra pleasure." Pearl felt the bone dildo jammed into her pussy as Osta Buca filled her nether hole. He mashed his hands against her pointy breasts, using them as levers to pull himself into her. She was wailing from pain and pleasure, overwhelmed by the feelings in her body. She almost fell as orgasms flowed through her. He continued to bang into her tight ass until the pressure became unbearable. The dam burst with a fountains of sperm, deep into her anus. When he finally relaxed and released her, she fell forward onto the bed. He now turned to Amber. "Take it in your mouth and make me hard again." he ordered her. At first he was flaccid, but eventually he responded to her ministrations. He grabbed her head and pulled it back and forth, fucking her mouth. As his pleasure mounted, he released her and pushed her back on the bed. He stood next to the bed and easily entered her slit. She lay back while he pumped her. Pearl looked up at them. "Pearl, sit on Amber's face, so she can lick you." Pearl climbed on Amber, and faced Osta Buca. He thrust his face in her tits, and nibbled on her nipples. Amber grabbed Pearl from below and manipulated her over her mouth. She roamed her tongue over her clitoris until Pearl was screaming with pleasure. However, Amber lost control as her own pleasure climbed up the mountain. Soon she was screaming even louder, as she fell into a bath of orgasmic pleasure. Osta Buca felt an explosion of his own but he pulled out of Amber's cunt. Instead, he lay his prick between her tits. "Help me cum, you bitches," he ordered. They each grabbed his penis, until he had bathed Amber with a sea of semen. He then let them relax, and wash him and themselves with perfumed water. After drinking some wine, he ordered the slaves to spend the night with him. He had sex with them again in the morning. He had sex with each of his slaves in that way, but when she recovered from child birth, he spent the night with Gilda rather than a slave. When Lydia joined them for the winter, he sometimes spent the night with her, but by then Lydia was showing from her pregnancy. Lydia made Anna accompany her to the city, in order to introduce her to other aristocrats. At first, she felt sorry for Anna. But she began to fear that Anna had ambitions to the the Count's mistress. She did not worry about the slaves, because they could not threaten her position, but a mistress who was a former countess was another matter. Eventually, Anna became the mistress of the Count of Monte Python, while her sons found success in the military and administration. After the experience with Anna, the Count never had another woman in Lydia's social class or whom she might perceive as a threat. He needed Lydia's support, and did not want to offend her. Lydia preferred living at her estate, which she named Bella Vista. However, she attended the Prince's court, out of loyalty to her husband and father. When she had a successful delivery of her son, she wanted to return to the country for the summer. The Count remained behind for a few months, but eventually joined her and their baby. At Lydia's urging, he gave away several slave/concubines to reduce expenses, but he retained six, including Gilda, Amber, and Pearl. He and Lydia made major improvements to Bella Vista, including a saw mill for wood from the hills, a larger harbor for boats, and new vineyards and orchards for fruit. This left the peasants hopeful that their lot would improve. Lydia did not permit him to take his slaves to Bella Vista. However, the local women often flirted with him, much to the consternation to their fathers and husbands. His response to the women depended on their marital status. To a peasant or craftsman, marriage is an economic matter, just as to the Count marriage was political. Love and attraction helped, but were perceived as too fragile to be a basis of a permanent marriage. Family was a person's primary insurance against death and disease. Family meant children, and children meant marriage. And marriage meant a dowry. If a girl was pretty but poor, and she could not provide a sufficient dowry to attract a good husband, the Count was able to help. Otherwise, he did not want to inhibit a maiden's chances of finding a husband. Lucy was one such woman who was pretty but poor. Her father had died, her mother supported her by raising a few chickens, while she worked on the Count's fields. She was attracted to another farmer named Thomas, but he could not marry her because she did not have enough money to pay the rent. Her mother said, "Why don't see the Count? He might be able to help." Lucy had a message sent to him, even though she could not read. He agreed to see her. She said, "Your Excellency, I want to marry but I don't have enough for a dowry." He answered, "What would you do to get the money?" "Anything, Your Excellency. Anything at all," she gushed, hopefully. "Then give this to the guard at the gate house tomorrow." He wrote a note saying to take her to the cottage that he used with Anna. She was escorted to the cottage. There, the old woman gave her plenty of fresh food because she was not eating well. Soon after dinner, the Count appeared. "Have you eaten, my dear?" he asked. "Oh yes, sir. The food was wonderful. I have not had meat like that in a long time." He sat down and removed his doublet. "Do you want some wine?" he asked. "Yes, sir." She was very excited but nervous. She was afraid he might ask her to do something sexual. They sat at the table, while he asked numerous questions about her family and her life. She relaxed and felt giddy. Suddenly he urged, "Stand up and let me look at you." When she did so, he said, "Take off your dress." When she hesitated, he said, "You said you would do anything. No one else will see you. If you don't want to do it, you may leave now, and no one will do anything to you." She undid the stays of her dress, and placed it on the bed. "Come here," he said. Just wearing her petticoat, she walked over to him. "Take off your petticoat, my dear," he said quietly. She did so reluctantly and used her hands to hide breasts and pussy. He stood up and pulled her hands away. "Let me see how lovely you are. You are one of the prettiest women at Bella Vista. " He kissed her, first gently, and then with more ardor. Lucy was still a virgin, even though she knew about sex from other peasants in the village. She was not sure how to react. "Relax, trust me, and go with the feeling," he said, quietly. He pushed her onto the bed and fell next to her. He kissed her all over her body, paying special attention to her breasts. He then rubbed her pussy, sending sparks through her body. He felt her pussy grow moist and warm. "What are you doing to me?" she asked. "I am making you into a woman," he said. He undid the string on his britches, and pulled out his penis. She was surprised by it's tubular appearance. She was even more surprised as it grew substantially when he rubbed against her. "You will hurt me with that," she worried. "No, it is better this way." He climbed on top of her and forced his way into her entrance. She could not have stopped him if she wanted to. She cried with pain and pleasure as he penetrated her. He wanted to make it pleasurable enough for her, that she would not resent him. He rocked inside her getting more excited. "Oh my God, what is happening to me?" she cried as her pleasure increased. As he worked inside her, she cried, "My God, my God, what are you doing to me?" "I am making love to you, my dear." She closed her eyes as the feelings overwhelmed her. He drove her further, until he felt the beginnings of his own eruption. He then quickly pulled out, releasing his flow on her leg. "Why did you do that?" "I don't want you to have a baby." When he was finished, he lay next to her for several minutes. He then stood up to use the chamber pot. He dipped a rag in some water, wiped himself off, and then offered the rag to her. He then tied his britches back up. He offered her the petticoat and dress. When she was dressed, he offered her a substantial amount of money. "I hope that is enough to attract the husband you want. If you want more, just contact he gate house guard." The money was more than she had seen in one place before. "Thank you, Your Excellency, thank you. I hope you get a chance to bless my wedding night." When it became known that the Count had honored Lucy, other men became interested in her. However, she ended up betrothed to Thomas. Other maidens also wanted to meet the Count, but he restricted his attention to those who were attractive and needed the money. Others would be politely but privately rejected. He would honor no more than one maiden a month, while he was in residence at Bella Vista. He was afraid that if he expended too much attention, that would cheapen it. Sometimes he would direct those who were mercenary to other men desirous of discrete sex and able to pay for it. The Count no longer felt he had a right to the bride on her wedding night. Some couples were relieved that they no longer had to submit to a barbaric practice, especially those who married for love. The rapacious practices of the former count embittered some of them. But some old traditions die hard, especially among the poor peasants. Just as seducing a maiden honored her, rejecting a bride dishonored her. Certainly, if the bride did submit to him on or near the wedding, she could expect a substantial gift. This greatly enhanced the value of a pretty and willing bride, at a time when just owning a cow was a matter of economic security. Therefore, the Count regarded the wedding night as a duty rather than a right. He made his willingness known, when he was at Bella Vista, even if the bride was not attractive. If the couple did not accept, that was that. Usually, the Count did not force himself on an unwilling bride, because that would imply that she was a slave, and not free. However, there was the occasional exception. Sophie was not ugly, but she was certainly plain. All her life she was told she was destined to be an old maid. To avoid that fate, her father made her marry Ricardo by giving him a large dowry. But Sophie did not like Ricardo. In fact she did not like anybody, including herself. A week after the wedding, Ricardo and her father brought Sophie to see the Count. Ricardo said, "She refuses her bed to me. She does not give me my rights as husband." The Count asked Sophie, "Is that true?" She looked sullen and said nothing. He asked the father and Ricardo, "What do you want me to do to her?" Ricardo answered, "Do anything. If she does not come willingly to my house, I will return her dowry and never see her again." Her father added, "That would dishonor my family. If she does not go to Ricardo, I never want to see her again, either." The Count asked Sophie, "How do you feel about that, Sophie?" Again she said nothing. He then said, "I cannot force her by torture or imprisonment, but I will see what I can do." He told his guards to take Sophie to a secure room. The room was comfortable, but locked from the outside. Guards accompanied the chamber maids when they brought her some food or emptied the chamber pot. The next day, he went to see Sophie. He said, "Your husband has a right to your bed. You know that." "Yes," she said. "Then why do you refuse him?" "I don't like him." "What do you like?" "Nothing." "What do you think you deserve?" "Nothing." "Why do think you deserve nothing?" "I am not a fool. I know my father paid Ricardo a large dowry just to get an ugly girl out of his house because he does not like me. Neither does Ricardo. He just married me for the money." "You are no beauty, but you certainly are not ugly." "You have your choice of women. Would you reject me?" "No. I like you. All women have their charms." "And my charms?" "Your charms are your spirit and character. But you must learn to obey." "How do I do that?" "By obeying me." He stood up, towering over her. "Remove your dress." "Would you take me by force?" "If I have to. Your father and Ricardo would have to enforce the law, and I am the law. You have no one to protect you. Now remove your dress." For the first time, Sophie was afraid. She slowly undid the buttons which held her dress in place. She stood there, looking helpless in her petticoat. He approached her, and gave her a gentle kiss. She did not respond. He kissed her harder, but she stood passively. "Remove your petticoat," he ordered. She remained standing, not moving. He slapped her hard. "You must obey," he ordered. Again he slapped her until she fell on the bed. He jumped on top of her. He fumbled with her clothes, tearing her petticoat. She felt helpless. She knew what he wanted to do, but she did not resist. He released his penis from his britches, and held it against her. He forced her legs open and entered her savagely. He lunged at her body. He moved in violently, not caring about her pleasure. Instead he continued in her until he released in a torrent of cum. When he was finished he said, "I know that was not pleasant for you. That is what happens when you do not obey. Next time, if you obey, it will be better." He got up, leaving her sobbing in the room. Sophie felt that she deserved to be treated cruelly. She was confused. Somehow, she felt more alive when he attacked her, even though it was painful. The next day, the Count visited Sophie again. The maids had given her a new petticoat and some better food. "Are you willing to obey me this time?" Sophie smiled wanly, "I will try, Your Excellency." "Good, come here." She walked over to him. "Kiss me." She kissed him hesitantly. "Help me remove my clothes," he instructed. She tried to do so. She had never seen a naked man before. He held his penis, "If you obey, this will give you pleasure. If you do not, this will give you pain." "I want to obey, but I don't mind the pain." "Touch yourself between your legs." She lifted her petticoat to feel her pussy. "How does that feel?" "Strange, but nice." "Lie on the bed and let me do it." He fondled her pussy, making it glow. This time, he wanted her to respond. "Touch my penis," he ordered. She hesitated, then grabbed it tentatively. She was amazed how it grew in her hand. "Put your mouth on it." "I am afraid to." "Obey me." She slowly lowered her face on his prick. He took her head between his hands and positioned it over him. He made her move on him. "Suck on it." She tried to suck, but she was afraid of choking. He released her and pulled off her petticoat. "Your body is lovely. Your breasts and waist are perfect. I don't know why people think you are ugly." He kissed her breasts while fondling her pussy. She lay confused by the pleasure and humiliation. She lost her will. She would do anything he commanded. "Do you want me to make love to you?" he asked. "Yes," she sighed. "Beg me." "Please do it to me." "Do you want it rough or gentle?" "Any way you want. Please just do it." Her breathing got short and hard as he inserted several fingers in her slit. He climbed on top of her and found her moist vagina. He entered swiftly, but not harshly. "Put your legs on my shoulders. I want complete access to you." he instructed. She did so. He held himself back, because he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. As moved inside her, she felt overwhelmed with excitement. She closed her eyes and sank into the pleasure covering her body. She let him do what ever he wanted. She cried, shrieked, and moaned. Finally, the pressure in his prick was more than he could bare. He grunted as he pushed his semen into her eager cunt. He did not care whether it would lead to a child or not. When he pulled out he said gently, "Now you see why it is better to obey?" "Yes, Excellency." "And you will obey your husband?" "If doing so is as good as obeying you." "Let us hope it is." When Sophie returned to her family, she accepted Ricardo into her bed. It was not as good as with the Count, but Ricardo tried. The Count had privately instructed Ricardo to be firm with her, but to care about her pleasure. He even arranged for a prostitute to make sure that Ricardo could satisfy his wife. If a woman was already married, but was attracted to the Count anyway, any relationship was just a matter of mutual lust. Honor had nothing to do with it. Women who had married much older men who could not satisfy them or give them children were especially vulnerable to wondering what it would be like to be living like a Count for a day. Marie had married a man ten years older, because he did not demand a large dowry. They lived together for years, but Marie felt something was missing. She had tried to get pregnant, but could not hold the baby. Now, her husband was accusing her of being barren. In desperation, she sought aid from the Count. "Your Excellency, what should I do? I don't want my husband to leave me, but I cannot do anything to keep him." "How often does he come to your bed to lie with you?" the Count asked. "I don't know. Maybe one a month or so. Maybe he visits a prostitute." "At once a month, you will never know if you are barren or not." "Do you like it when he visits you?" "Not really. He is very fast." "Do you want to come with me? I could show you something better. Maybe you won't be barren after that." Marie was flustered. She had often fantasized about being with the Count, but she never thought it would come true. He added, "If you want to see me, give this note to the guard at the gate." "Thank you, Excellency." The next day, he received word that Marie would visit him at the farm house that evening. When he arrived at the farm house, she was already there. She was in the bed, half naked. He rapidly removed his clothes, and lay next to her. She put her arms around him and pulled him to her body. She was excited. She called to him fiercely, "I want you to fuck me. I want your body to embrace mine with all its strength." She pulled on his prick, extracting it from his britches. She grabbed it greedily, almost devouring it. It had been years since her husband had shown so much excitement. "Let us get out of our clothes," he said. When he saw her body he said, "Your husband is stupid to avoid such an attractive woman. Let me enjoy you." "Yes, enjoy me. Do what ever you want with me." They kissed and fondled each other for several minutes, changing positions and locations. When he place his fingers in her pussy, he could tell she was moist and ready. "Turn over, I want you a different way." She was not sure what he wanted. The only way she knew was with her husband on top of her. She complied, hoping that he could please her. He got behind her and placed a hand inside her pussy. He then shoved a stiff prick into her. She was surprised to be taken that way, but she wanted to please him. He pumped into her. "Your Excellency, I have never done this way. You feel very good inside me." "You are nice and tight. Rock back into me." He grabbed her tits to pull her back onto his prick. She realized what he wanted and moved against him. They enjoyed the slap of his pelvis against her ass. "Yes, do it! Make me cum! That is wonderful!" she exclaimed, letting an orgasm flow over her. He continued to bang into her, letting her build into another climax. She was almost delirious. But he did not relent. Instead, he pumped faster and harder than before. "I am going to cum now." He said, grunting. "Yes. Fill my cunt with your delicious warm sperm. I want it all." Feeling of his semen hitting her was enough to send her over again. Her body convulsed, almost in agony. When he finished and pulled out, she fell onto the bed. He fell next to her. "You were great. There is no way you could be barren." he said softly. They were exhausted. They rested for several minutes before he arose to use the chamber pot. He then returned to the bed, and they fell asleep. When they awoke, it was dark. She said, "I have to go. I told my husband I was visiting a friend and I would be back before dinner." "I will escort you back. You could not find your way in the woods." They dressed and he took her to her husband. He saw them approach together, but he said nothing. Marie visited him several times over the next few months. By the next year, she was pregnant. Through it all, there was Countess Lydia. She knew about the Count's escapades. She did not approve, but as long as he did not threaten her in any way, there was nothing she could do about it. She knew of many courtiers and their wives who lived with major scandals, and was happy that she had avoided that. Nevertheless, she had needs for affection and had a right to the Count too. Regardless of who he saw at the farmhouse or else where, the Count never brought a strange woman home. Like many aristocratic couples, he and Lydia slept in separate but adjoining bedrooms. She wanted be near the babies. But it was not unusual for her to knock at his door and ask to come in. Unless he was doing something for the Army, he always said yes. She walked over to the bed to kiss him good morning. They each wore a nightshirt. She asked, "May I get into bed with you?" "Of course." The cuddled for a few minutes. Then she moved on top of him and kissed him passionately. She pulled back the covers, and rolled up his nightshirt. She playfully felt his penis. "Alexander, please me love to me." "With pleasure, Lydia." She pulled off her nightshirt, pressing her naked body next to him. He kissed her breasts softly, bringing a smile to her face. She still loved him, in spite of his adventures. "Make love to me the way you do with your whores," she urged. "I don't have any whores." "Make love to me the way you do with your slaves." "You are much too good for that. I will make love to you the way I do with my wife." They moved over each other, affectionately playing with each other's bodies. He massaged her clitoris, while kissing her breasts. She rubbed his prick, while kissing him on the chest and stomach. "Let me get on top of you." "Yes. I like that for a change." She was the only woman who would lie on top of him. She slowly lowered herself on his penis, until she engulfed it. She moved gently over him, bending her knees. He rubbed her breasts while she moved, but he did not hurt her. Unlike with his other women, he let her set the pace. She gently bobbed over him, enjoying feeling. They spent a long time, just moving with each other. Suddenly, Lydia picked up the rhythm. She wanted to cum and she wanted him to cum with her. She was breathing short and fast. "Oh, Alexander, I'm doing it." "Yes, my dear, I'm ready too." "Oh I'm here for you." She closed her eyes and let the feeling engulf her. Alexander pushed his pelvis up hard, until he pressed a stream of love juice into her waiting body. "Fill me up," she cried, letting her pelvis vibrate with orgasmic pleasure. When she felt that he was done, she relaxed and climbed off him. She whispered, "I love you, Alexander." "I love you too, Lydia." She asked, "What do your other women have, that I don't have?" "Nothing." "Then why do you go to them?" "Variety. Because I can. Because I have duties to perform as lord of the estate. Because I can sometimes be a bit rougher than I can with you. I don't want you to get hurt. But that does not take anything away from you. You are the mother of my children. Some day our children will inherit the estate or go on to marry noble lords and ladies." Then he kissed her and got out of bed. Lydia had to admire his honesty. This style of life went on for several years. The Count had his slaves in the city, the villagers and peasants in the estate, and Lydia all the time. Lydia bore three additional children, two of whom died in childhood. The first crisis was the death of the old prince. His son, the new Prince, was more ambitious but less politically skillful. The son socialized with other aristocratic families, who flattered him into thinking he should declare himself King. Osta Buca and his father-in-law did not encourage such a move, but they knew better than oppose it openly. The new King wanted to expand the Army, sending it on conquering expeditions for slaves and booty. The Count opposed such a move, saying the Army was too small, and that taxes would have to be raised. For a while the old Duke of Fettucine had the prestige to counter the King's ambition. However, the Duke wore himself out with political maneuverings. He also got sick and died, leaving Lydia bereft of her father. Another courtier was named Commander in Chief of the Army, skipping over Osta Buca, who was the logical candidate. At that, Osta Buca felt that he had no choice but to resign from the Army. Another courtier told the King, "Be careful you don't make an enemy of Osta Buca. The Army would follow him anywhere." "I will handle the Count. His father-in-law may be the old Duke himself, but his father was just a minor baron. He is more an officer than a courtier. He swore an oath to me, and he will honor it. But to be sure, I will make him Duke of Tiramasu." "But sire, that would give him an independent power base." "Yes, but it is empty. All the wealth is here in Kalimari. When he swears fealty me as Duke, he will never go back on his honor. Beside, the old Duke of Fettucine was also Duke of Tiramasu. The Duke's will specified that his grandson, through Lydia, would inherit the Duchy. We will just make his son-in-law take the Duchy instead." So it was that the Count became Duke of Tiramasu, which was the land he conquered in the war. He returned there in triumph, taking his family there. They kept the villa at Bella Vista, but now they lived in the Ducal palace in Tiramasu. Lydia cleaned out the palace until it was an urban counterpart to the country villa. Gilda had mixed feelings toward returning to the land where she was born, and where many of her family and friends had died. She did not show herself in public for several months after they arrived. Gradually, she sought out old friends and acquaintances. She introduced them to the children she had with the Duke, who one day would be free. Although she was still a slave to the man who conquered her, she could walk proudly through her old city. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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