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Please delete my last name before posting.


This is erotic story is set in the imaginary kingdom
of Kalimari, in the same time and location as two
stories written last spring, "Spoils of War" and "War
and Peace".  However it is not necessary to have read
those stories in order to enjoy this one.  This story
is solely for the private pleasure of the audience. 
Any further distribution without the express
permission of the commissioner is prohibited.   No
animals were harmed in writing this story. 
Constructive criticism is welcome.  Enjoy.


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Lord Richard Placko, son of the Duke of Tiramasu,
entered the royal military institute at Pesto.  His
father told him it would be necessary to learn the
arts of war.  Based on his title and fortune, he did
not really need the education in order to obtain a
commission leading a regiment. His father and maternal
grandfather were the most famous soldiers of their
day.  But few soldiers would  follow a boy of fifteen
in battle.  Besides, the school was established by his
maternal grandfather, and it would not be seemly if he
did not attend.  
	First, the Duke wanted to present his son to the
King.  They met in the King's private apartments.  It
was not a formal presentation at court.   That would
come later.  Today, the Duke just wanted the King to
know that his son would be attending school in the
capital.  Until now,  Richard had been educated by his
father and private tutors.   This would be his first
time away from home for an extended period and first
time with a formal training program.  
	When they met the King, the Duke bowed slightly and
said, "The gods save your majesty."
	Richard also bowed, more deeply, but said nothing. 
He was in awe to be in the presence of the King.   The
Duke was not in awe.  Some years previous, there had
been an attempted coup, which the Duke had blocked.  
The King and the Duke needed each other, but they did
not really like each other.  The Duke was one of the
principal lords in the kingdom and former commanding
general in the army.  Even though he had an
independent power base, he was one of the few lords
who did not want the crown for himself.   He firmly
that crown and counsel were the basis of the
constitution, and that required a legitimate king.   
	The King looked kindly at the boy.  He lead the boy
and his father past the open door to his harem.   They
could easily peer inside.  He said, "Perhaps someday,
you would like to spend a few hours with a lovely
member of my harem?"  
	Richard blushed but said nothing. 
	"He is only fifteen, your majesty,"  the Duke added. 
	"That is  old enough for many men,"  the King
replied. 
	Richard was both excited and uncomfortable at the
sight of so many beautiful, almost naked women.   He
felt a pressure in his genitals.   He knew his father
kept a small harem of slaves and concubines, but he
was not allowed to see them.   The King had almost a
score of such beauties, in plain sight.  A large harem
was an indication of a man's wealth and status, and no
body had more than the King himself.   The King would
allow favorite courtiers to spend an evening of
pleasure with his sex slaves. 
	"Will you do me the honor of returning here,
Tiramasu?"
	"Thank you, your majesty, but I must take Lord
Richard to Pesto, and then return home to Tiramasu.  
Some other time, perhaps."
	Duke had enjoyed the favors of these slaves in the
past, but he wanted to set an example for his son.  
	Father and son then went to Pesto, which was a town
outside of Kalimari, the capital city.   Although his
family was well known,  the Duke wanted  his son to
attend as an ordinary gentleman.   That meant he would
not be allowed to bring servants or sex slaves.  The
Duke believed that men would follow his son only if he
lived as they did.  
	Before leaving, the Duke told Richard, "Son, this is
your first time away from us.  Try to experience as
much as possible.    Remember who you are.  Maintain
your self control, and you will do fine."
	Richard trembled inside but tried to control himself.
 He said, "I will never let you down, father."
	"Good.  I will give you a small amount of money.  If
you need anything, see my agent,  Senior Bond, in
Kalimari."
	Richard tried to settle in at the school.    He was
naturally open and friendly to everyone, regardless of
title.  He looked at school as an adventure.  Although
the accommodations were austere,  he thrilled to be
living a martial life.  However primitive the rooms
were, they were probably superior to the camp or
field.   He did not envy the other lords who brought
servants and concubines,  because that violated the
spirit of the school.  
	One evening, Richard heard some muffled screams
coming from the rooms belonging to another nobleman. 
He rushed in, thinking someone was hurt.   He saw a
woman,  tied to a bed with her feet far apart and her
dress hiked above her waist,  revealing her raw sex. 
Another woman was tied face down on a table,  with her
dress above her ass.  Five noblemen surrounded them,
in various states of undress.  Richard drew his sword,
yelling, "Release these women!"
	The men also reached for their swords.   The oldest
man, Lord Good, looked at Richard and said, "How now, 
Placko?  Are you willing to risk your life for a pair
of trollops?" 
	Richard was a good swordsman, but five against one
were not good odds.  He returned his sword to his
scabbard.
	Good added, "Placko, you may join us.   I'm sure you
can give these wenches a good poking."
	Richard said stiffly, "I would rather not.  My father
would not approve."
	Good said, "Why wouldn't your father approve?  I am
sure he had many a fine wench and slave in his day."
	Richard again reached for his sword, demanding, "Do
not insult my father in that way!"
	Good replied, "I am sorry.  I did not mean to insult
your father.   I trust you will not report these
revels to our teachers?"
	"I will not."
	"Your word as a gentleman?"
	"My word as a gentleman."
	The others were also concerned about the Duke's
approval.   They knew that their careers in the army
depended on the Duke's recommendations.    However, to
Richard, his father's approval was the most important
thing.   His father, the Count of Osta Buca and Duke
of Tiramasu,  and his maternal grandfather, the Duke
of Fettucine, were military heroes.   His father had
defeated the hated Tiramasu, and assumed the dukedom
himself.   Richard was even heir to the dukedom of
Fettucine, because his uncle, the current Duke, 
lacked a legitimate male heir.  
	However, Richard was very uncomfortable in the room
with the women.  He wanted to join his friends in
debauchery, but he was unsure of what to do.  He had
never been with a woman.   He felt the same tension in
his penis that he felt in the King's harem.  During
the night, Richard experienced a flood of sticky
liquid on his night-shirt.
	Some time later, Richard related the incident to
Senior Bond, without mentioning names.
He hoped he could find a solution.  Bond wrote a
discrete letter to the Duke.
	The next time Richard visited Bond, a surprise
awaited him.   After they had dined, Bond took Richard
to his chambers.    Waiting there was a pretty woman,
slightly older than Richard.  She wore the brass
collar and bracelets of a sex slave.   Her thin jacket
barely covered her voluptuous body.
	Bond said, "My lord,  this is Nadia.   Your father
requested that I obtain a girl for your pleasure.  You
may do with her what ever you wish." 
	With that, he left them.
	Nadia walked up to him, pressing her body against
him.  "My lord, use my body is entirely for your
pleasure."
	As Nadia pushed against him, he felt a rush in his
penis.   Soon, it erupted with an explosion left him
surprised and breathless.
	He said, "I'm sorry.  I seem to have wet my breeches.
 You must never tell anyone."
	"My lord, that is natural when a young man is first
stimulated.  Remove your breeches and lay next to me. 
You will enjoy it."  
	Nadia helped Richard undress.   She then removed her
jacket, revealing her naked body.  Richard had never
lain with a naked woman before, and did not know what
to do.   She reached up to him and pulled him down
next to her.   She placed his hands over her tits.  
When he rubbed them, she smiled, "Yes, do that."   She
reached over to his prick.   It rapidly recovered its
full hardness.   He climbed on top of her, and pressed
his body against her. 
	"Let me help you the first time." she said softly.
	She opened her legs and pulled his prick gently.  
She guided it into her love hole.   Richard realized
that he had to push his prick with his pelvis.  
	"Does that feel good?"  she asked.
	"It feels wonderful.  What do I do?"
	"Do what ever makes you  feel better."
	Soon, he was thrashing wildly into her sex.   Every
move was better than the previous. He had to get
release.  His release exploded into her pussy.   
	He lay there inside her. 
	"Do I pull myself out now?"  
	"Only if you want to."
	"I don't want to."
	He wiggled his semi-hard prick around.   He started
to kiss her tits, and then fondled them roughly. 
	"I like when you do that,"  she said.
	That she would get pleasure, too, never occurred to
him.
	"What else do you like?"
	"I like when you move inside me."
	"Like this?"
	"Ooh, yes,"  she said, taking a deep breath.
	"Or this."  He thrust again.
	"Oh yes, do that again."
	He thrust harder, making her moan.   She had not cum
the first time, but she might this time.   She opened
her legs wider,  leaving her room to push up against
him.  She was a well trained sex slave who used her
pussy muscles to maintain the tension on his prick. 
They naturally fell into a rhythm of him pushing down
and her pushing up.  
	"Oh master,  do it.  Do it."  she muttered,
breathlessly.  She was climbing the peak as fast as
he.  
	"Oh my Lord, you are making me cum!"  she exclaimed.
	He took that as a cue to move even faster, until he
again exploded into her pussy.   They held each other
fast, riding out the wave.  He closed his eyes,
wallowing in the feeling.  Eventually, he  pulled out
and lay next to her.
	He said, "Now I know why men get so much pleasure
from a woman.  It is the most amazing feeling in the
world."
	"Yes, my lord."
	"Did you enjoy it too?"
	"I did.   A woman can enjoy it if the man is good to
her."
	"What do mean by that?"
	"Some day I will show you.  I will show all the arts
of love.  Now, let's rest."
	She got up and found a wet rag that she used to clean
them both.  She than found some wine, which she served
to Richard.  Finally, she got back into the bed and
fell asleep.
	The next morning, they awoke with Nadia playing with
his penis.    
	"You have a wonderfully powerful  prick, master.  I
want to ride it."
	She climbed on top of him and lowered her box over
it.  She used her knees to lift herself up and down. 
He smiled, enjoying what she was doing to him.  She
moved slowly at first, pulling herself almost all the
way up, and then plunging down again.   He reached for
her tits.  
	"Pull my ass, master,"  she hissed.
	He did so, and she moved faster.  
	"This is so wonderful, I'm not sure I can take much
longer,"  he grunted, breathing hard.
	"Yes, master.  Do it, " she screamed.
	He pushed up, releasing another flood of sticky sweet
fluid.   She continued to pummel him until she too was
ready for another burst of pleasure.  Her body
vibrated, radiating pleasure out from her pussy to her
entire pelvis.  
	She climbed off him and lay next to him.
	"Master, you have the equipment and instinct to be a
great lover.   I will teach you the skills.   Any
woman will worship you.  Just be careful when you are
with a free woman who is not your wife not to cum in
her pussy.   Otherwise you might get her pregnant."
	"Why can I cum in my wife."
	"You want to get her pregnant."
	"And why won't a slave get pregnant?"
	"I don't know.   We are protected by Aphrodite.  
Some slaves get pregnant, but I never have.  If we get
pregnant, we just get rid of it." 
	Richard was thrilled to hear that.    She made him
feel special.   He did not know that she said that to
all the young noblemen she encountered.    Nadia
specialized in introducing aristocratic men to sex. 
For that, her owners got additional money and she
received special privileges.  She was the daughter of
another sex slave.  Living in a brothel was the only
life she knew.   But she felt proud that she was so
good at it.
	Richard saw her several times for the rest of the
spring.   She always was taken to his house, so he did
not see the other slaves.  She showed him how to
fondle a woman's clitoris.   She showed him several
positions, including from behind, standing, and
sitting.   She used her mouth hands to get him
stimulated.    She even had him take her in the ass.  
	When he had to return to Tiramasu for the summer, he
asked his father if he could take Nadia with him, but
the Duke refused.  
	"You can't take Nadia away from her home and friends.
You can seek some pleasure here, as long as you don't
go to a brothel where someone would recognize you, 
have a virgin who might ruin her chance of marriage,
or take a free woman against her will."
	These restrictions doomed Richard to celibacy for the
summer.  Fortunately, he enjoyed hunting and exploring
the outdoors around the town, which occupied most of
his time and energy.   He flirted with some of local
maidens, but he did not want to ruin them and was too
young to honor them when they got married.  He became
afraid that some women wanted his attention just so
they could brag about it to their friends.   Most of
the other women were married, and did not want to risk
anything with a young nobleman.  
	When he returned to the school, his father no longer
had Nadia come to him.   Instead he was given enough
money to visit the brothel where she and many other
slaves worked, the Sign of the Golden Glove.   The
Golden Glove was one of the premier brothels in
Kalimari, where many noblemen and gentlemen sought
their pleasure. It was situated in a villa right
outside the city walls.   Richard went there one night
with his friends Louis and Edward,  two other sons of
noblemen.   Louis and Edward were younger sons, while
Richard was a first born, and  heir to his father's
lands and titles.  Their older brothers did not need
to attend the school, but they needed the army in
order to obtain any status. 
	Richard, Louis and Edward identified themselves to
the major domo of the Golden Glove, who eagerly
admitted them.  Placko told him he was looking for
Nadia, but learned that she was not there at the
moment.   When they entered, they saw numerous women
lying almost naked in a large room, hoping to attract
the attention of the equally numerous courtiers,
gentlemen, and noblemen.   Some were fully dressed,
while others partially or completely naked.   Richard
would eventually discover that many of important
people in the Kingdom were there.  The three friends
moved about the room, trying to figure it out.
	"Hello, Placko,"  a man called out.  It was an older
boy from the school.   He was lying on a couch, with a
pretty whore lazily fondling his prick though his
pantaloons.   
	"How now, Anders," Placko replied.    He sat next to
them.   Slave shifted her position so  she could also
reach Placko, too.    Placko pushed her away, because
he was not ready for that yet.  
	"Pick a girl and watch the show, Placko. "  Anders
called out.
	Placko saw a pretty blond slave walking by and called
to her.   She had been with another man, but for some
reason, he had tired of her.   Louis and Edward also
found pretty slaves.   Somehow the slaves had learned
that these were the younger sons of noblemen, and
therefore important future clients.   
	"What is your name, wench?"  Richard asked.
	"Nora, master." 
	"What show is going to happen now?"
	"Brigid and  Cora will fuck each other, and then some
men will fuck both of them.   That will get us in the
mood, master."
	"I am in the mood for you already, Nora,  but I want
to watch the show."
	With that, Nora leaned her body against him, making
sure he was excited.   Soon a man appeared and climbed
a small platform. 
	He said, "My masters, today, for  your entertainment,
we have to lovely displays of feminine charm, Brigid
and Cora. "
	The women joined him on the platform and bowed to the
audience.   They faced each other in a passionate
embrace.   They quickly removed each other's jackets. 
 Brigid knelt in front of  Cora to view her pussy. 
Cora opened her legs, giving the audience a view.  
Brigid started licking Cora's slit.   Cora pulled
Brigid's head closer.   Brigid pushed Cora onto a
narrow couch.   Cora leaned back on the couch, letting
Brigid increase her pleasure.   Just before Cora was
about to cum,  Brigid climbed onto the couch, pushing
her cunt onto the Cora's.    Cora came with a loud
grunt,  and then rolled Brigid onto her back.   
	She placed her mouth over Brigid's clit,  and then
eased her own onto Brigid's face.   Brigid grabbed
Cora's ass, to pull her down.  Cora proceeded to lick
all over Brigid while the other woman did the same
thing to her.   The audience could  see that both
women were soon lost in their mutual pleasure, and
about to cum.   They did  so, with an audible squeal. 
  
	As soon as they calmed down, two male sex slaves
jumped onto the stage.   They each only wore a loin
cloth.   First they tied Brigid to a board with her
legs wide open, which left her cunt viciously exposed.
 Then they tied Cora face down on another board,  with
her ass high in the air.
	The men removed their loin cloths, and permitted two
other slaves to get them as hard as possible.
	"Those men are even bigger than me!"  Richard
exclaimed.
	"From what I can feel, not by much,"   Nora replied.
	The men positioned themselves over Brigid and Cora.  
One violently thrust up Brigid's cunt, while the other
penetrated Cora's ass.
	Richard looked around the room.   Some couples,
including his friend Anders, were already engaged in
intercourse.   Others were seeking privacy elsewhere. 
Without waiting for the show to finish,  Richard said
to Nora,  "I can't take this any more.  I want you
now.  Where can we go for some privacy?"
	She said, "What about your friends?"
	"They can do as they please."
	However, when they saw Richard and Nora get up,  they
go up with their slaves too.  Nora lead them to a room
in the villa.  
	Richard ordered, "Nora, help me remove these clothes
to I can enjoy your body."
	He and his friends had worn loose fitting clothes
which could be undressed easily.   Soon all six were
naked.  Richard seized Nora, and pressed his body
against her.  He rubbed his prick against her pelvis. 
 Then he swung her around, pulling her back towards
him.    He placed a finger in her slit, marveling at
how fast she became wet and excited.   He pushed her
toward the wall.
	"Hold on to the wall and lean over, Nora.  I want you
from behind."
	She did so, and he easily entered her eager slit.  In
the meanwhile Louis,  Edward, and the other slave tied
the first slave to the bed, much the same way as the
show slaves tied Brigid.   Edward started to penetrate
her, while the other slave sucked on Louis.    When he
was about to cum, Edward pulled out, allowing Louis to
take his place.
	Edward pushed the second slave onto the bed, and
positioned himself over her.
	"I want to cum on your tits, bitch,"  he said,
allowing his semen to pour onto her.   
	Richard continued to bang into Nora unmercifully. 
Her squeals of pleasure got louder and higher, until
they were no more than squeaks.   Even though she was
cumming repeatedly, Richard was not finished.   He
slapped her ass and pinched her tits to get her more
excited.  She was panting like a dog.  Soon Richard
was also grunting with effort.
	He said, "I'm ready to cum into you, bitch."
	"Yes, master, fill me up."  
	He squeezed his balls, pushing his cum in lightning
bolts.   Even after he thought he was empty, he
continued to extract bolts of pleasure from his prick.
	Louis easily achieved orgasm with his slave, but he
was not finished.  He found a small whip in the room. 
 He proceeded to lash the helpless slave across the
tits and cunt, causing her wail in pain.  
	"You like that, slut, don't you?"  Louis demanded.
	She nodded, but continued to wail.  
	By this time, Richard and Edward relaxed with their
slaves.   
	Richard ordered Nora to clean Edward's slave.   He
then ordered her to lick the second slave's slit.  
Soon Nora had the second slave writhing with pleasure.
  Edward leaned over to take Nora by the ass.  
Richard pulled Nora away from her charge, and climbed
onto her body.   Soon Richard was fucking the helpless
slave.  He continued jamming her until they both
exploded with mighty orgasms.
	Richard untied Louis's slave and pulled her up.   He
told Nora to fetch wine for all of them.  Nora raised
her glass, "To these fine gentlemen, may they come
here often."
	Edward wondered if that was a joke.
	Richard responded, "To the fine sluts of the Golden
Glove, may we always enjoy their company."
	The Golden Glove became Richard's primary sexual
outlet for the next several years.
	Richard's father had a harem about half the size of
the King's, but still, Richard was not allowed to see
them.  Richard really wanted a sex slave of his own.  
 His father obtained his first several slaves by
conquest, first at the frontier and then in the
Tiramasu war.  The Duke added to his harem through
gifts from people expressing  appreciation for
supplies to the army or favors performed as Duke.  But
victory brought peace, and that changed the supply of
slaves.
	With peace, the army of Kalimari sought slaves and
riches from new colonies.   However, women captured as
slaves had to endure rape, brutality, and sea
transport back to Kalimari.  They were barely in shape
to supply the ordinary brothels,  let alone the harem
of a gentleman.  The other principal source of supply
was the daughters of current slaves, such as Nadia. 
Many owners subjected  most of their pregnant slaves
to abortions, but others allowed some slaves to bear
the children.   Sex slaves born from other slaves were
expensive, since the owner had to make up the cost of
raising them, but most gentlemen preferred them.   The
final source of sex slaves was the daughters of poor
peasants whose fathers tried to sell them, usually to
pay some debt, but the authorities, including his
father, were trying to limit the practice, because it
blurred the line between slave and free.   Since
Richard had not yet inherited his father's land and
titles, he did not have the money to buy a slave.
	Shortly before he completed his course at the school,
 Richard visited his uncle, the current Duke of
Fettucine.   The Duke was his mother's older brother,
and son of the famous military leader.  However, the
Duke lead a fairly dissolute life, and did have any
legitimate children.  His only children were bastards
by his several mistresses.   Therefore, Richard was is
primary heir.  The Duke was only a few years older
than his father, but much less healthy, because of his
fondness for food and wine. 
	Richard visited the Duke's estate on the edge of the
city.   The Duke entertained him lavishly.
	Richard asked, "Your Grace, do you regret not
marrying the mother of your children?  Then they would
have been able to inherit your title."
	"No, my boy.  My wife died bearing my daughter, who
also died.  After that, I decided not to marry again. 
The women I brought here did not have noble blood.  
When your father married my sister, he demanded that
if I did not produce a legitimate heir, her son would
obtain the title at my death.   That means you.  I am
not a military person.  It is fitting that the Duke of
Fettucine be someone who is. "
	They went to a lavish dinner.   The Duke's slaves
entertained them, but the Duke warned, "Try not to
obtain satisfaction from these women.  I have a
surprise for you this evening."
	Before they were about to retire for the evening, 
the Duke signaled for something special.  The guards
lead in a woman,  about the same age as Richard.   She
wore a cloak, but it was apparent she had nothing
underneath.   However, she did not have collar or
bracelets of a sex slave.  
	The Duke introduced her, "My boy, this is Claudia.  
Your father captured her mother, also named Claudia,
at Tiramasu, and gave her my father.   My father
enjoyed her very much.  I also enjoyed her until she
died two years ago.    This Claudia was born shortly
before my father died.   Even though she is very
pretty, I could not take her, since she is my half
sister.   She is still a virgin.  Therefore, I give
her to you, for your pleasure, to do with what you
will."
	Claudia often felt odd in the harem.   After her
mother died, she felt as if she did not belong.   She
was bothered that the Duke left her alone,  treating
her as a little girl, even though she had matured into
a pretty woman.  The other slaves teased her that her
virginity would be sold to a stranger.   She dreaded
the prospect of being sold at a public auction.  Her
mother told her the story of how the victorious
general at Tiramasu took her as his slave, and how she
grew to appreciate him.  She was relieved when the
Duke offered her to Richard, the son of the man who
took her mother.
	When they were alone, Richard smiled at her.  
	"Take off your  cloak, Claudia."
	"Yes, master."
	He admired her body.    He walked around her,
surveying from every angle.
	"Why are you here, Claudia?"
	"To serve you in any way. I want to give you
pleasure, master."
	"Help me with my doublet and breeches." 
	When he was undressed, he held her at arm's length.  
He touched her breasts lightly.  He moved closer to
caress them.   She smiled, slightly.   He moved behind
her to pull to him by the breasts.   With his left
hand on her chest, he moved his right hand to her
pussy.  He fondled her crotch, eliciting some sighs.
	"Lie down on the couch, so I can enjoy you better,"
he said.  
	He lay next to her, kissing her tits.  He wanted to
get her excited.   He started to play with her slit.  
 He inserted one finger, then two, then three.   Each
time, her sighs and moans increased.   He rubbed her
clitoris.
	"Master, what are you doing to me?"
	"Does that feel good?"	
	"Oh, yes," she sighed heavily.
	"Then this should feel better.   I must have you,
now."
	He had restrained himself long enough.   Now he
wanted her body.   He moved over her until his prick
was at her entrance.   He pushed in hard, to overcome
any resistance in her body or mind.   He started to
rock inside her,  letting the excitement build.   He
played with her tits as he moved. 
	"Put your legs on my shoulder.   I want complete
access to your body."
	Her tight virgin pussy felt wonderful.  He controlled
her completely.   He pounded as they started to
climbed the hill of passion.   Suddenly she fell off
the hill.
	"Oh the gods!   This is wonderful."   
	She had been told by other slaves that a man could
make her feel fantastic, if she was lucky.   Now she
believed it. 
	He still climbed the hill until his prick was like a
battering ram in her tender pussy.   He closed his
eyes until the tension was too great.  He grunted
every time he squeezed a burst of cum into her.    He
kept thrusting into her, long after he was finished.  
 Only then did her relax.
	When he pulled out, he realized she was crying.   The
stress of losing her virginity to her new master was
too much.  
	"Why are you crying, slave."
	"Did I please you, master?"
	"Yes, very much."
	"Then,  I am crying for happiness."
	They lay together and fell asleep.    The next
morning, he took her again,  this time from behind.  
He loved fucking his new slave.  He used her several
more times, each in a different position, until it
came time to leave.   He had the coat of arms of
Fettucine engraved on her new collar.
	He told her, "Claudia, you will stay here in the
villa, but you will serve only me.   I will come to
you as often as time permits.   You will come to live
with me when I have my commission from the King."
	However, three months later, a messenger came
announcing that his uncle had died.   He went
immediately to the villa.  He visited Claudia, but did
not have sex, since the household was in mourning.   
At the funeral, Richard met his other relatives,
including his aunts and bastard cousins.   They made
too many lewd jokes for his comfort. His parents also
attended the funeral. 
	He and his father reviewed the old Duke's finances.  
It turned out he owed a lot of money.   To settle
things, Richard decided to sell some household effects
and close the harem.   He did not want to sell the
best land, but he needed some cash to fund his life
style without being dependent on his father.  He
offered any of the slaves except Claudia to his
relatives.   Two of the older slaves he ordered to be
retrained for household duties.   And several  other
slaves, both male and female,  had to sold at public
auction.  
	Although he was not 21, the King had the option of
bestowing title now.   He also had the option of
issuing his commission.   Therefore, Richard was
ordered to appear before the King.   His father was
also present. 
	The King said, "Richard of Tiramasu, I hereby bestow
upon you the title of Duke of Fettucine, with all
rights and privileges thereon to.  This title follows
legitimately through you mother, who was the daughter
of the previous Duke of Fettucine.   This shall now
follow your family for ever.  In due time you, will be
admitted to the high counsel.  Today I also award you
this commission as Captain in the Royal Guard.  May
you serve with distinction and honor."
	Richard knelt as the King touched his shoulders with
his sword.
	Richard took the sword and said, " I swear by the
gods and my ancestors  to defend your majesty and the
Kingdom of Kalimari against all enemies.  May the gods
save your majesty."   
	When the ceremony was over, Richard said to his
father, "Why was I appointed to the Royal Guard?   All
the men in my school want to go to the colonies to
seek fame and fortune."
	"As Duke of Fettucine, and eventually Duke of
Tiramasu,  you already have fame and fortune.   Your
job is to keep it.   You keep it much better in the
Royal Guard than in the colonies.  Maybe your brother
will seek fame in the colonies,  although I want you
to consider allowing me to bestow the title of  Count
of Osta Buca on him, since you will have two dukedoms.
 "
	"You are right  father, as always."
	Richard became known as the Duke of Fettucine.   He
moved to the city with Claudia, two servants, and a
maid.   He maintained a very modest household for a
duke.  
	The King held a formal reception for his new lords
and officers.  His father warned Fettucine, "There
will many fine young ladies at this reception who will
be vying for your attention.  Treat them politely, 
but hold on to your heart until you  know your mind."
	"Father, Mother said it is important for a duke to
marry."
	"Indeed it is.   But you are young.  You have plenty
of time.   Marriage is too important to be left to
chance.  Please let me guide you on that.  If you feel
overwhelmed by passion for a young lady,   you can
quench that passion in Claudia."
	Fettucine was aware of the attention paid to him.  
He knew better than to let the flattery sway his
affection.   However, he was most attracted to Anna,
daughter of the Count of Soave.	She had pretty brown
eyes and a pleasant smile.   He wanted to get to know
her better, but realized that this was not the time.
	After he was sworn in a Duke, he decided to visit the
real duchy of Fettucine.   He left Claudia with an
older female guardian and sailed up the river.   The
people were excited that the real Duke was coming to
visit.  The duchy had been lead by a governor, who was
one of the bastard sons of the previous Duke.   The
governor was wary of the young Duke, but knew that he
owed his job to him.
	The governor threw an elaborate reception for
Fettucine.   The young Duke chided him gently for
spending so much money.    Fettucine met many of the
important burghers and noblemen in the city.  At one
time, the duchy was an important military outpost near
the frontier, but with peace it had transformed itself
into a trading center with the barbarian tribes.  
Several women from the town were at the reception.  
The governor had arranged for several slaves to spend
the night with Fettucine, but he was attracted to
Paula, the wife of one of the traders.  
	Paula was slightly older than Fettucine, but was
unhappy with her marriage to a much older man.   She
wanted some adventure but  she knew her husband would
be jealous of any man she selected from the city.   
Her husband could not be jealous of the Duke.  They
sat alone when the reception ended.  
	Paula asked, "How long will your grace be in
Fettucine."
	"About two weeks.   I must assume my duties in the
Royal Guard."
	"I would be honored if you allow me to show you some
of the special scenery in Fettucine."
	"Thank you, Madame Broccoli.   I will send my servant
for you tomorrow."
	He kissed her hand gently, but the eyes said more.
	The next morning he felt refreshed for a ride with
Paula.   She rode sidesaddle, wearing full length
dress.  He packed some food and wine for the trip.   
	She remarked, "There is a beautiful gorge that you
must see, your grace."  
	"Show me the way."
	As they rode, Fettucine was able to important
landmarks along the way.  They rode to an outcrop
above the gorge.
	"This is indeed beautiful, Madame Broccoli.   Almost
as beautiful as you."	
	"You flatter me too much, your grace,"  she said,
smiling warmly.
	"Let us have some food and drink, while admiring the
view."
	They dismounted and spread out on the ground.   He
opened the wine and poured some for her.   She
selected some meat, and cut it for him.  They talked
politely about the city and how it was being governed.

	Then she leaned back on the ground.   He leaned over
her.
	"No one is here except us," he said.
	"I never see my husband.  He is an old man who goes
to bed early."
	"You want to be with a young man like me, who won't
threaten your husband?"	
	"That is exactly what I want."
	He leaned down to kiss her.  He was surprised by the
passion of her kiss.   She grabbed him and pulled her
down to her chest.
	"What do you want from me?"   he asked.
	"I want the Duke of Fettucine."  she declared.
	He reached under her dress.  She lifted her rear to
allow him fondle her beneath her petticoat.  He found
her hot pussy beneath all that cloth.  She closed her
eyes while he played with her bush. 
	"Let me remove your outer dress, so I can enjoy you
better."
	She sat up and untied the dress.  She had worn one
that could be removed without a maid. 
She then lay back, wearing just petticoat.  
	"You must remove your outer garments, too, your
grace.   Otherwise it would not be fair."
	He tossed off his doublet and breeches,  leaving me
in just his underwear.   He lay down next to her and
resumed playing with her body.   She felt honored to
be seduced by the young Duke.   She felt confident
that he would pleasure her.
	"I want you now."  he hissed.
	"Do what ever you want with me."  
	He pulled down his underwear.    He pushed up her
petticoat above her waist.  She knew what he wanted
and was prepared to give it to him.   She opened her
legs to let him have access to her.   She sighed when
he pushed into her.
	"You feel wonderful, your grace.  Your thing is
strong and powerful."
	"You feel good, too.   And I haven't begun to thrill
you with my power."
	He moved strongly into  her.   His penis grew harder
with each thrust.  
	"Yes.   Do me hard."  she said, losing her breath.
	He did her hard.   Each thrust elicited a sharp yelp
from deep within her chest.  The yelps became more
frequent, until they reached a crescendo.  
	"Yes!   Do it!  Do it!  I am dying!"  she yelled.
	He pushed into her, until he came in a mighty
torrent.    He pulled out just in time to reduce the
likelihood that she might get pregnant.  His semen
saturated her petticoat.  
	They lay quietly for some time.   
	Finally she said, "That was the best in my life."
	"It was good for me, too."
	He sat up and finished his wine.   She also finished
hers.
	He looked at the sky.  He said, "It is getting late,
and it may storm.   We have to get back."
	He put on his clothes, and handed her her dress.   
When they had finished dressing and were riding down,
she said, "I would be honored if I could see you
again, your grace."
	"Thank you, my dear.   We had a special time here.   
I have to go back to Kalimari.
 Perhaps it is best if we just leave it for our
memories. "
	"Yes, your grace," she said, clearly disappointed. 
He did not spend time alone with her again.  He did
not want to trapped in the affections of a commoner. 
If he had been older and married, she might have
become his mistress.   Fettucine spent each remaining
night fucking one of the governor's slaves.  The
governor offered to give him one of the slaves, but he
declined because he did not have enough room in his
small house.  
	He spent the rest of the time with the governor,
understanding the administration.   His cousin seemed
to be competent, or at least the people did not
complain.   Even if the governor was not competent, he
did not know how to find a replacement. 
	Eventually he returned to Claudia and the army.  They
lived in a small but pleasant house near the barracks,
where a number of other aristocratic junior officers
also lived.  Fettucine was the only officer who was a
Duke in his own right.  He lived below his means and
below the status of a Duke.    He permitted Claudia to
visit with the slaves of the other officers, just so
she would not get bored.   
	His commanding officer, the colonel of the guard, was
from the petty nobility.    He had difficulty with a
junior officer who someday might command the entire
army.  
	Fettucine put him at ease.  "Just treat me like any
other captain.    I  have a lot to learn and you have
a lot to teach."
	"Yes, your grace."
	"Do not call me your grace or by my title.   Call me
by name and rank, at least when we are on military
duties."
	Fettucine wore the coat  of arms of the Duchy of
Fettucine on his left breast.   Otherwise, he was
dressed like an ordinary captain.   Nevertheless, the
King would sometimes summon him for special duty.
	With Fettucine living with Claudia, he had less need
to visit a brothel.  Nevertheless, he still sought
some variety in his sexual affections.   He and the
other aristocratic officers exchanged  slaves for a
night from time to time, or pooled them in parties.  
Claudia preferred to be with her master, but she also
appreciated the variety of a new lover, and the chance
to be with the other slaves.    Having been raised in
a harem, she believed that her primary duties were to
obey her  master and satisfy whichever man was with
her.  Harem life was the only life she knew.   To her,
freedom was another word for starve. 
	One evening, several officers decided to have a mini
orgy.   Claudia was excited because she would see her
friends.    Fettucine made her wear a cloak, so she
would not be noticed until they arrive.    He attached
a chain to her collar to make it clear that she was
with him.  A short carriage ride took them to the
house where the party was to be. 
	When they got there,  he removed her cloak, revealing
the pretty body.   Most of the slaves had seen her
before, but only two officers had.  
	The host, Major Arcolo, announced,  "Welcome,
gentlemen.   We have here some lovely slaves and sluts
for you pleasure tonight.   All  I ask is that you not
take your own slave, but share her with some of your
comrades-in-arms.   Please do not do anything to
another's slave  that you would not do to your own. 
We have ample food and drink, served by my other
slaves.   A small orchestra is playing for your
enjoyment, but they cannot see what goes on in this
room."
	Fettucine surveyed  the room.   Several of the women
were as pretty as Claudia, but others were older.   He
asked a one pretty slave to get him some food.  Some
of the other officers had their eye on her, but they
deferred to Fettucine because of his title.  When she
arrived,  he took her by the chain and made her kneel
at his feet. 	
	"What is your name, my pretty slut?"
	"Mona, your grace."
	"Then Mona, while I eat, so shall  you."
	  He calmly ate, while he directed her attention to
his dick.  He opened his tunic to allow her free
access to it.   Others in the room were already
engaged in intercourse.   One officer had Claudia
sitting on his prick, while he sat on some cushions.  
The sexual tension in the room was tightening.   
Fettucine let Mona have the freedom to do as she
wished.   Suddenly, his lust could no longer be
contained.
	He made her stand up, removed his clothes, and
embraced her passionately.  Mona was smaller that
Claudia.   He easily picker up, and carried her to the
wall.   There he leaned her against the wall and 
lowered her onto his thick prick.   Her legs hung in
mid air.   She was helpless against him.  She could do
nothing except accept his lunges.   She loved it.  Her
whole body vibrated every time he rammed into her. 
Her orgasm hit quickly.   She wasn't sure she could
endure much more of it.   Fortunately, she did not
have to.
	"I'm going to cum, Mona."
	"Yes, master, yes,"  she uttered between cries.
	His prick pierced her with his cum,  squirting
streams of white hot liquid into her body.
	Only after he had drained himself of every drop did
he gently lower her to the floor.   He sat next to her
for several minutes, enjoying the scene around them.  
	"Mona, get me some wine," he ordered.   
	She did so.   
	"Clean me off with your tongue."
	She bent over to lick his prick of his cum.   
Gradually it resumed its former shape and power, but
he was not ready for additional action yet.  Instead,
he walked to the sweets, leaving Mona by herself.  
She was good, but not any better than Claudia.
	It took several minutes for him to find what he
wanted.  A slave was licking an officer's prick and
making him cum.   She had huge tits, much larger than
Claudia.    As soon as she had finished the other man,
Fettucine grabbed her.  He pulled her away and roller
her over onto her back.   
	"What is your name, slave?  I want to fuck you
luscious tits," he said.
	"Inga.  I like have a man on my tits."	
	He climbed onto her body and placed his prick in the
crease between her tits.  He pushed them together,
almost covering his penis.   He found a pillow and
placed it under her head so she could reach the tip of
his prick with her tongue.   He rocked between them, 
getting very excited, but not about to cum.   He
climbed off her.
	"What is the matter, master?"
	"I need more, Inga.   Turn over."
	She turned onto her hands and knees.   She needed
more, too.   He inserted his tool into her eager
pussy.    He grabbed her tits and used them as handles
to control her movement.  As he pinched them, she got
more excited.   When she hit her peak,  he slapped her
ass to arouse her even more.  His tension got so
great,  he was sure he would explode.    And he did . 
Again, torrents of cum poured out him, into her
waiting quim.   The pleasure was almost unbearable, 
for both of them.  
	He pulled out, and pushed her down to the couch.  She
was so drained from her experience she almost fell
asleep.   He was also drained,  and need several gulps
of wine to revive him.   However, with wine, he was
not sure he could do it again for at least an hour.  
By that time,  the party was slowing down.   
	Major Arcola announced, "Gentlemen,  you have done a
fine job with these wenches.  They look satisfied, 
and so do you.  May we all drink to our health, and
may the gods save the King."
	It was time to take Claudia home.
	"Did you have a good time, Claudia?"	
	"Yes, master."
	"Were my friends any good as lovers?"
	"Yes, master,  but not as good as you."
	Fettucine kept Claudia as his principal slave, even
when he expanded his harem.   She served him and his
friends with passionate sex for years.   
	
	
	


	
 
	
	
	
	
	

	
	
	



		
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