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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


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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. 

	
	

		
	
	
 






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