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Subject: {ASSM} Brothers in Arms  pt 2.  MF 1st rom orgy
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	Francis had to return for his brother Richard's
wedding.  Their father had had a stroke, necessitating
him to leave administration and politics and retire to
his villa in Tiramasu.   The King appointed Richard to
take his place on the High Council,  as Duke of
Fettucine. Richard retired from the army, but he
retained an honorary rank of Lieutenant Colonel. 
Francis found his brevet rank of Major confirmed with
a regular commission.   Richard's promotion meant that
he had to take a wife.
	For some time, the King had been promoting his niece,
 Lady Lucia of  Chianti.   Richard got to know her
better when he escorted Princess Isabella to her
wedding to the King of Frommage.  As the Princess's
childhood best friend,  Lucia accompanied them.  One
evening, they were talking on the deck of the ship
taking them to Frommage.  Isabella knew that Richard
had been instrumental in negotiating the marriage.
	Isabella asked, "What are the duties of a Queen in
Frommage?"
	"The same as any other wife from peasant to Queen,  
to bear legitimate sons.   If she does that,  she can
do whatever else she likes."
	"Why are legitimate sons so important?"  asked Lucia.
	"I am an officer of the King.   I have pledged my
life to defend him, and to defend you and your family.
 If the King and his descendants are not legitimate,
then what are we defending?   If we died, our deaths
would be meaningless.  The King of Frommage, like the
King of Kalimari, must have legitimate heirs.  And the
rest of us require legitimate heirs to pass on our
titles and property."
	"Why did you bring your slave Inga on this trip?" 
asked Isabella.
	"Just to keep my bed warm at night."
	"If you had a wife, would she keep your bed warm?"
	"I hope so."
	After Richard had gone below to have sex with Inga, 
Isabella said, "What do you think of that handsome
Duke?   I sometimes wish I was marrying him instead of
a foreign King.   He would warm my marriage bed."
	Lucia replied, "That is disgusting.  Would you
forfeit being a Queen and settle for being a Duchess?"
	"Of course not.   A Duchess has riches and luxury, 
but a Queen has power.   Nevertheless, I think he
would be a fine choice for your marriage bed."
	Lucia thought the discussion of the marriage bed
disgusting.   She had never given any thought to how
babies are conceived.   It just happened  somehow. 
Unlike Isabella, she was not interested in the men of
the court.  Isabella had to fight temptation to remain
a virgin, but for Lucia it was natural.   
Nevertheless, with her  best friend getting married, 
Lucia started to think about it herself.   She
remained on friendly terms with  Richard throughout
the trip, but the possibility of something more never
came up.
	Richard did not think about marrying until his father
left the court.   Then he thought about it a lot.  He
realized that marrying Lucia would be the politically
appropriate thing to do. He did not love her or lust
after her,  but he had his slaves for lust.   He
talked to the King about her.
	"Your majesty,  I would like your permission to pay
court to Lady Lucia."    He knew what the answer would
be.
	"Of course,  Fettucine.  You have my blessing.   She
is more than passing fair, although not as comely as
my Princess Isabella. We can negotiate a dowry later. 
 I would even give a slave from my harem if you marry
her."
	Richard thought Lucia was prettier than Isabella, but
he knew better than to say so to a father, let alone a
King.
	"Your majesty,  I am not sure a slave should
accompany a wife.   We have to see what Lucia thinks."
	"She will think what I think."
	Richard was afraid of that.   He wanted a wife who
would be a person, not an agent for the King.  
Nevertheless, he started to visit Lucia.   She was
prepared for his visits, but she was afraid of what
they meant.  
	He said, "Lady Lucia,  you must miss the Princess
Isabella."
	"I do.   She writes to me frequently,  telling me all
about life in Frommage.   She loves the people,  the
food, the rituals of the court.   Did you know that
men do not have harems there?"  The Princess had not 
mentioned the marriage bed.
	"Yes.   I visited Frommage last season.     Some day
you must visit her there."
	They  conversed casually for about an hour.  Then he
said, "Lady Lucia, please give me the honor of paying
court to you again?"   
	She enjoyed the time with him so she agreed.   After
several meetings, he asked her to go riding with him. 
 She rode side saddle, but was able to keep up.  He
took her to a large villa.
	"This is the house of the Fettucine.   It is closed
now.  My mother was born here."
	He showed her the house and the grounds.  
	She said, "It is very lovely.   Why don't you live
here?"
	"It is too big for one person."
	He got down on one knee.  "Would you do me the honor
of being my wife and sharing this fine house?"  
	She was speechless, even though she had anticipated
this.
	"Please answer me,"  he pleaded.
	"Not yet,"  she whispered.
	Lucia had begun to wonder what married life would be
like.  She knew she was expected to get married
eventually, and the King had encouraged her to marry
Richard.   She had never even kissed a man before. 
Marriage loomed like a chasm before her.
	When he saw him again,  she said, "His majesty wants
me to marry you.  I do not want to marry anybody.  
But, I cannot refuse him.  Therefore, I cannot refuse
you."
	He replied, "I know you are afraid of marriage,  and
you are probably afraid of me.  I will not take you
against your will.  I don't want to hurt you.  I want
to you to feel comfortable with me."
	"Thank you, your grace."
	He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.   She closed
her eyes,  but found that it was pleasant.  She smiled
at him.  
	She said,  "Give me time, but I will marry you."
	He started to see her more often.  After seeing her,
he would go home and take one of his slaves to bed.  
They talked about her interests and experiences.   She
had not traveled much but she read a great deal and
had wanted to explore new areas.   She was interested
in music and art.  The idea of renovating the villa
fascinated her.   She wanted to hear about his travels
and the politics of the court.   She offered some
insights regarding some of the courtiers, since she
had grown up around them.   	
	Eventually they set a date for a wedding.   She was
so nervous she requested that Queen Isabella return
from Frommage to be with her.   But by this time the
Queen was pregnant, and could not travel.  
	Her mother was not much help.   Even though she was
the King's sister,  she saw marriage, especially the
physical side,  as a duty to be endured rather than
enjoyed.   She was happy to let her husband play in
his harem, and not bother her.   Once she had a son,
she moved to a different bedroom in the castle.  
Lucia knew that, but did not understand it.  
	Finally her mother said, "Men have needs that women
do not understand.   That is why they have a harem.   
Even the Duke of Fettucine has a small harem.  You
know about his slave Inga.   I am sure he has others. 
Your job is to be the mother of his children and run
his household.  You can help him at court.   He will
treat you with respect that you deserve."
	At the temple, the King stood next to Lucia and
supported her.  The entire court was pleased by the
match of the Royal House with the House of Fettucine
and Tiramasu.   There was a ball after the wedding, 
but Lucia did not feel like dancing.   Instead, she
had too much wine, and almost fell.   Richard saw that
and said, "We have to leave here, now."
	He called a coach and had them drive to the Villa
Fettucine.   He had already sent her maid and some of
her effects there.   When they got to the villa, the
Duke picked her up bodily and carried her up the steps
to the bed room.   He then called her maid to get her
ready for bed.  Her maid gave her some more wine and
said to her, "You are his wife and he has a right to
do what he wants.   Try to  relax and it will be over
soon." 
	When Richard returned to the bed room, she was
already in her night dress.  He wore a night dress
also.
	She said, "Husband, I will try and do my duty toward
you."
	He asked, "Are you nervous?"
	"Yes."
	"Are you afraid of me?"
	"Yes."
	"Are you afraid I might hurt you?"
	"Yes."
	"I do not want to hurt you.  I hope this will not be
unpleasant for you.."
	"I have never been with a man before.  I don't know
what to do."
	"I do know what to do.   Trust me.  If I hurt you,
tell me."
	She nodded.   He kissed her, at first tenderly, then
passionately.    She had never felt such passion
before, but she wanted to kiss him back.   She did. 
It felt good to be loved like that.
	"Lie down on the bed," he said.
	When she did so,  he blew out the candles, leaving
just a glow from the fire place.  He got into bed next
to her.  He kissed her some more, covering her face
with his mouth.  He touched her breasts through the
night dress, making them tingle.  
	"That tickles,"  she said.
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	"No."
	He resumed playing with  her breasts.   She moaned
softly.  He reached under her night dress, and touched
her legs.
	"No man has ever touched me there."
	"No man has ever been your husband."
	He rubbed her legs, letting his hands wonder all over
them.  Then he touched her slit.
	"Oooh.   What is that?"
	"That is part of your body.  How does it feel?"
	"It feels funny,  but nice."
	He resumed playing with her pussy.   She let the
feelings rise in her legs.  She closed her eyes,
letting the feelings take over her body.   She did not
know her body was capable of such feelings.   Her
breath came shorter.  He could tell she was getting
wet and excited.
	"Husband, what are you doing to me?"
	"Making you my wife."
	"Please make me your wife.  Don't keep me waiting. I
want to be your wife."
	He pulled her night dress above her waist.   He then
pulled up his own.
	"Open your legs as wide as possible."  he instructed.
	"Why?"
	"Just do it."
	When she did, he climbed on top of her and presented
his prick at her entrance.  He moved slowly, not
wanting to overwhelm her.  He poked his prick in and
then removed it.
	"Husband, please don't tease me."
	He pushed in all the way.
	"Ohhh!"   she cried.
	"Does that hurt?"
	"It stings a bit."
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	"No.   Don't you dare stop."
	With that encouragement, he moved into her.   He
wanted her to enjoy it.   He changed pace several
times.   She found herself involuntarily pushing up at
him, to keep contact.    
	"Oh husband,  yes."  she yelled, as strange and
powerful feelings engulfed her body.   She pushed
against him as hard as she could.   He continued to
move in her pussy,  until his prick was about to bust.
He tensed up, preparing to release.   He drenched her
inner pussy with a strong stream of white love juice. 
 She did not know what he was doing, but she felt
another surge of pleasure pour over her body.
	He pulled out of her and relaxed.   He pushed down
their night dresses.  
	"You are now my wife,  Duchess."
	"I never believed that marriage would be so
wonderful.  Thank you, husband. "
	She cuddled up to him and fell asleep.    The next
morning,  they saw her virgin blood on the bed.   
	"Show the sheets to your mother,"  he suggested. 
	"Yes.  I will tell her there was nothing to be afraid
of, after all."
	They made love again the next night.   
	She moved into the villa, making it her home.  He
kept his sex slaves in the city and never brought them
to Villa Fettucine.   She became the hostess of the
villa, entertaining his friends and hers.
	A few month later,  Lucia became pregnant.   
	She said, "My friend Lady della Grigio said my father
and the King gave you new slaves when I expected a
baby.    Is that true?"
	"Yes, it is."
	"I wonder if that reflects badly on me, that my
father gives you a sex slave when I am not available?"
	"Not at all.  The  sex slaves were in lieu of a
dowry."
	"But a dowry is supposed to be means of supporting
the wife after marriage.  How does a sex slave support
me?"
	"I have enough money.  I do not need any one's help
is supporting you.   But I am on the High Council.   A
large harem is means of achieving status."
	"How many slaves do you have now?"
	"Five, including the new gifts."
	"Is that enough?"
	"I do not know.  I may have to buy a few more.   When
he was on the Council, my father had eight or ten."
	"Have you been intimate with all your slaves?"
	"Yes."
	"How do they differ from me?"
	"It is entirely different.  I respect you and I want
to take care of you,  and our baby.  I do not respect
the slaves.  Have you ever seen a harem?"
	"I have seen them, but I do not know what goes on
there.  What do you do with slaves that you would not
do with me?"
	"I hurt them.   I am intimate in ways you would find
unnatural.   I share them with other courtiers.  I
would never do that with you."
	"I would  like to visit your harem."
	"I do not want you to do that.   You would be
offended.   My life with the harem is totally separate
from my life with you.   I will never even bring the
slaves to Villa Fettucine as long  as you are here."
	"I am told that some men also take mistresses, in
addition to the harem slaves.  Would you ever do
that?"
	"No.  A mistress would want to be here at Villa
Fettucine.   I promise you I would never do anything
to compromise your position as Duchess or embarrass my
position as Duke."
	"I am also told that occasionally high born women
take a male slave.   Is that true?   Do you know
anyone who has done that?
	"I think it is true,  but I have no personal
knowledge of it.  A woman would take a slave only if
she has been ignored by her husband."
	"I hope you never ignore me."
	"I never intend to."
	
	When their daughter was born,  the Duke and Duchess
of Fettucine held a grand feast to introduce her to
the world.   Even the King attended the festivities. 
A few days later, Richard held a private feast with
his slaves at his town house for three special friends
from the Council,  the Duke of Cappacino, the Count of
Carbinara, and the Count of Procuto.  He especially
wanted to enjoy his new slaves,  Jana from the King's
harem, and Olga from his father-in-law.   He had his
five slaves, Jana, Olga, Claudia, Inga, and Tamar
enter naked, and kneel by the four lords.  The slaves
served the meal and wine, occasionally kissing or
masturbating one of the lords.
	"Jana, stay by me,"  he ordered.  Like many of the
King's slaves, Jana was short, dark skinned, and very
voluptuous.  Her sensuous mouth longed to kiss and
suck anything that was offered.  Her luxurious breasts
begged to be fondled.  
	Carbinara attached himself to Olga, Procuto moved
near Tamar,  and Cappacino stayed with Inga.   Claudia
moved between Richard and Cappacino, fondling first
one then the other.   Carbinara had Olga remove his
prick from his breeches, and then remove the breeches
themselves.    She fastened her mouth on his prick
like a ripe fruit.  Olga liked giving fellatio, and
was very good at it.  Procuto also had Tamar take his
breeches and under garments.  He forced Tamar back on
a cushion, falling on top of her.   Cappacino told
Claudia to pull Inga by her nipple rings, forcing her
onto her knees.  He had Claudia face him while Inga
had her back to him.   He was able to alternate
between Claudia's mouth and Inga's pussy.	
	Richard also had Jana undo his clothes.   
	"Climb up here and sit on me," he instructed.
	She crawled slowly and sensuously up his body until
she was on his lap.   She then impaled herself on his
eager rod.  They were positioned such that neither
could move very much.
Instead he reveled in the feeling of her tight cunt. 
She sighed as he moved slightly, increasing her
excitement.   They sat interlocked, enjoying the
debauched scene around them.  She started to squirm
over him.  
	"Oh master, it's building."  she said, breathing
hard.
	"Let it build."
	"No.   Fuck me.  Please.  Fuck me hard."
	He forced her back onto a cushion.  He fell to his
knees, but did not loose contact with her pussy.  She
steadied her legs over his shoulders.  This left her
helpless against his onslaughts.
	"Yes.  Fuck me now," she squealed breathlessly.
	He did.  He rammed her repeatedly.   She screamed as
her orgasms poured over her.   Her screams added to
the ecstatic cacophony of the room.   He forgot
everything else, and just concentrated on the oncoming
blast from his prick.   He gave her shot after
another.  
	"More!  More!"  he grunted,  as additional  cum
gushed out.    
	When he was finished,  he eased her body to the
ground, stood up, and surveyed the scene.   Olga had
sucked Carbinara dry.   Procuto had fucked Tamar until
they were both exhausted.   Cappacino had filled
Inga's ass with gobs of sticky cum.   
	Richard asked Olga and Claudia to offer additional
food and wine to the Councilmen.  He talked to his
friends and played with the women.  
	He announced, "Gentlemen,  I hope you are having a
good time playing with my slaves.  Claudia and Olga
are going to play with each other.  You can watch or
you can pick another slave to play with."
	Richard had Inga sit between him and Carbinara.  She
fondled both of them.  Carpaccio played with Jana, but
 Procuto sat by himself, totally drained.  Claudia and
Olga lay on the cushions, mouth to pussy.  Olga
delighted  Claudia with her oral skills.  Soon she had
Claudia writhing with pleasure.   When Olga eased up
on Claudia, Richard pulled Olga away from her.  He
realized that Olga was the only slave who had not
achieved an orgasm.   To remedy that, he moved behind
Olga, inserting his erect penis in her excited cunt.  
He pierced her forcefully, until she wailed with
excitement.   He  held back his cum until he was sure
that she had her fill of pleasure.   In the meanwhile,
Inga had sex with Carbinara and Carpaccio mounted
Jana.   When every one was finished,  Richard asked
Tamar to give every one some more wine.   			Carbinara
said, "Fettucine, thank you for a delightful evening. 
Your slaves are passionate and sexy.  I hope we can
enjoy them again soon.   You are also invited to join
me and my slaves in another night of a debauching
orgy."
	When all the aristocrats had left,  he had his slaves
clean up the harem.   He took Claudia to bed for the
night.  He did not think about Lucia or his daughter
once. 		
	
	When his father died, Richard became Duke of
Tiramasu, as well as Fettacine.  He and Lucia had five
children, three of whom survived to adulthood.   With
the arrival of a son, the patrimony of Tiramasu and
Fettucine was safe.
	 Francis had stayed in the army,  rising to the rank
of Lieutenant Colonel.   But at his father's death
Francis inherited the title of Count of Osta Buca.  He
used the title and money from his estates to acquire
the rank of Colonel in the army.
	Richard asked his brother, "Colonel Placko, 	our
father was commandant of the garrison at Tiramasu.  
Please do me the honor of taking command of the
regiment, and continuing the service that he gave. "
	Francis realized that this meant returning to the
home of his birth.  His mother was still living there.
 He was tired of numerous postings to border forts and
colonies.   This meant he could settle in a place and
get married.   Unlike his brother, political
considerations were not a factor for Osta Buca.   His
primary criteria for selecting a wife were physical
attractiveness and money.   
	Osta Buca moved into his mother's house with his
slaves.  He maintained the women in his father's
harem, but most were too old for him.  He had sex with
a few, but he preferred Pina and his other slaves from
the army.
	  When he assumed command, he was greeted by the
important people of Tiramasu.  He became the most
eligible bachelor in the city.   He entered a round of
dinners and balls, where was introduced the prettiest
maidens and wealthiest fathers.   He was particularly
struck by the house of Zucchini.   
	Sr.  Zucchini was one of the most important cloth
merchants in Tiramasu.  He lay a delicious table, with
fine wine and well seasoned meats.  His pretty
daughter Leonore dreamed of marrying into the
nobility.   Father and daughter guessed that with her
face and personality, and his money, they would find
an eager suitor.   Leonore had already rejected
marriage offers from the sons of several rich
merchants.   The Count of Osta Buca, and son of the
beloved Duke, was the answer to her prayers.  
	When the Count came to call on her father, Leonore
subtly flirted with him.   She told him about life in
Tiramasu since he left for the army.  
	She said, "My lord, your presence will return the
brilliance to the town.  Your dear father will be
missed sorely."
	He  replied, "I think that with you here, the place
was brilliant enough."	
	Leonore was intelligent, and well educated and
athletic for a woman.   She could ride horses and was
a fair archer.   Osta Buca thought she was the star of
Tiramasu.   He asked her father for  permission to
court her.  Sr. Zucchini tried to control his delight
in offering it. 
	Osta Buca and Leonore liked to go riding.   She
resisted the offer of taking a chaperone.
	She said to her father, "I think I can handle myself
with the Count.  And if I cannot, so much the better."
	She packed lunches of bread, meat, and wine.  They
rode over the lands he had explored as a youngster.  
	When they came to a grotto, Osta Buca said, "I used
to love this place.  I would pretend I was a pirate or
outlaw hiding from the Duke.  Now I am the Duke's
law."
	"I can see how this is a secret place, " she
whispered.    They  saw evidence of other lovers'
rendezvous on the floor.  
	Leonore spread a blanket on the earthen floor at the
cave entrance.    She pulled out lunch, and served
them both.  After lunch, she leaned back on the
blanket.   Osta Buca leaned over her and gave her a
passionate kiss.  She embraced him.  Then she suddenly
pulled away.
	She exclaimed, "My lord, you presume too much.  What
kind of a woman do you think I am?"
	"I apologize for being so presumptuous.   I know what
kind of woman you  are.   You are the kind I want to
marry.  Would you, Leonore, let me ask your father if
he could do me the honor of letting you be my wife?"
	"Yes, I would love that.   But I still think we
should wait until we are  married."
	"May I kiss you anyway?"
	"You may kiss me all you want, my lord."
	"Please no more, my lord.     If we are to marry, you
must call me by my name, Francis."
	He leaned down to kiss her again.
	"I love you, Francis."  she whispered.
	"I am starting to fall in love with you, too."
	Her father was delighted to hear the news.  He had
begun to prepare already.  They negotiated a dowry
which the Count felt was generous, considering that he
had money coming from his estate,  but his estate in
Osta Buca was a week's ride away.  Sr.  Zucchini
wanted to impress the Count that he himself was man of
means.   
	They married in a lavish feast, three months later. 
The regiment provided military honors.  Her brother,
who was a captain in the navy,  as well as his brother
and his wife, the Duke and Duchess of Tiramasu and
Fettucine, graced the festivities.  
	 With the growth of the colonies,  the Royal Navy was
starting to eclipse the Royal Army as the principal
military service.  However, the Army was served by the
landed aristocracy  and the Navy was served by sons of
merchants and traders.   By this time, the Tiramasu
regiment  was more a police force than an army,
enforcing the King's law for the surrounding area.  
	After the wedding, the Count and Countess of Osta
Buca arrived at his mother's palace.  He kept the best
rooms for when his brother came to visit.  
Nevertheless, his rooms were large and luxurious.  
She moved in with her maids.     What she wanted now
was him.  
	She had her maids undress her, bathe her,  and give
her a night dress.   When she entered the bed room, he
was sitting on the bed wearing a night dress of his
own.  
	She said, softly,  "I wanted to be with you ever
since that day in the grotto.   I almost let you take
me then.  I want you to take me now."
	He stood and kissed her passionately.   He wanted his
wife more than any other woman he ever met.  	He said,
"Remove your night dress.  Let me admire your beauty."
	"No man has ever seen me naked before."
	"No man has ever been your husband before." 	
	She let the dress drop to the floor.   He was charmed
by her slim waist, round breasts, and  blond pubic
area.  He turned down the lamps.  He sat back on the
bed, pulling her to him.  He started kissing her body,
starting at her shoulders, moving across her breasts,
and dropping down to her navel.   She sighed with
delight.   She felt so feminine.    And this was just
the beginning.
	He pulled her onto the bed.   He resumed kissing her
all over.   He then pulled off his own night dress,
and lay back next to her.    She knew what was going
to happen next, and could not wait any longer.
	She whispered, "Francis, please take me, now.   Don't
make me wait any longer."
	He obliged by climbing between her legs.  He slowly
inserted his penis into her pussy.  She pulled at him,
 urging him on.   Her slit was glowing with a delight
she had never felt before. 
	"Oh Francis, yes.  That feels wonderful,"  she
hissed.
	She bent her knees to give her leverage.   She
started to push against him.  She panted eagerly while
he pumped into her slowly.   She pulled passionately
on his back, loosing all sense except what he was
doing to her.
	"This is so good!  Oh Venus! Oh Aphrodite! Oh!"  she
exclaimed, as her body shook with repeated orgasms.  
He was nearing the point of no return.  His prick was
engulfed in fire.  The pouring fluid was barely
adequate to extinguish the flames.  
	When he was finished, he pulled out and lay next to
her.
	"You are so wonderful.   I love you." she whispered.
	"That was great for me, too.  And there is more where
that came from."
	They made love again that night and again in the
morning.   They discovered in each other a sexual
dynamic which brought reservoirs of delight.   She was
almost afraid the magic might disappear in the
morning.   After a few days of spending all the time
with each other,  the real world began to intervene. 
He had to report to his regiment, and she started
working with her mother-in-law in running the palace. 
	She was surprised to find the harem adjacent to the
apartment.   
	She asked about it, "Why is there a harem filled with
slaves near our rooms?"
	"My father kept a harem, so I have a small one too.  
It is something aristocrats do."
	"My father never kept a harem or hired women."
	"Did your father ever visit women who worked for him
in his factory or warehouse?"
	"I don't know.   I suppose so."
	"It is the same thing.  It should not interfere with
how I feel about you.  I love you, but I don't love
the harem slaves."
	She wanted him to get rid of the slaves, but she knew
better than to ask. 
	They lived in the palace, even after his mother died.
 Unlike many noblemen, the Count came to  genuinely
love his wife, even though she was a commoner.  He
never served as a proprietor to the peasants in
Tiramasu or took advantage of the wives.   The old
rites of blessing a pretty maiden on her wedding had
fallen into disuse.  He never even took a mistress.  
His principal temptations were woman who had fallen a
foul of  the law.   However, most of them were petty
thieves who were too dirty  or ugly to spark any
interest.  The only ones who really intrigued him were
women who were willing to offer themselves to save a
husband or lover.  
	Pablo was accused to stealing from his partner, 
Marco.   Pablo and his wife,  Paula, tried to flee,
but were intercepted by an alert sergeant.   Now Pablo
was sentenced to ten years at a penal colony on a far
away island.   Paula came to visit the Count to get
him to release her husband.   She knew that as the son
of the former Duke, he could not be corrupted by
money.   She believed there would be a high price to
gain her husband's freedom, but she was prepared to
pay it.
	She asked "Your grace, what would it take to release
Pablo?"
	"The price would be very high."
	"I am prepared to pay anything."
	"Is that because only he knows where the money is?"
	When they were caught, most of the money that had
been stolen was missing.
	"He doesn't have any money.  I want to do it for
him."
	That last statement was lie, but the Count could not
prove it.
	"I want you."
	"If I stay with you for the evening, will you release
my husband and give us a safe conduct pass?"
	"If you do everything I ask, yes."
	"Write us the pass."
	While he drafted the safe conduct pass, she knew what
he wanted.   With Pablo in prison, she missed being
with a man.  She undid the stays on her dress, 
pulling it  off.   She pranced in his office, in just
her petticoat.
	He walked up to her, and seized her in his arms.   He
kissed her roughly.    She put her arms around him,
lunging at him with her pelvis.  He pulled away just
long enough to undo his breeches.   He then grabbed
her, and made her face the wall.  He pulled up her
petticoat up to her waist.   He inserted several
fingers into to her pussy.
	She screamed, "What are you doing, your grace?   You
will hurt me."
	"You deserve it.  You are a slut, just whoring for
your husband's money.  I am going to make you pay."
	In spite of her screams, he found her pussy to be
moist with excitement.  He pushed his prick in, as
hard as he could.   She leaned against the wall,
letting him take her.
	"You are a bad girl,  Paula."
	"Yes, I am a bad girl."
	"You deserve to be slapped in the ass."
	"Slap me.  Hurt me."
	She found the pain exciting.   He hit her on the ass,
as well as on the chest.   She was more excited than
she had been with her husband,  who was too gentle.  
	"Hit me.  Fuck me.  Oh my."
	She was shouting as he pounded her unmercifully.   
She did not want any mercy.  She wanted more.  
Eventually, it was too much.   Her body went into a
series of orgasmic spasms.   She screamed
incoherently.   He continued to drive into her cunt.  

	"Fuck me.   Make me cum again,"  she wailed.
	He pounded her until his prick exploded into a series
of spasmodic jerks.   He grunted with effort with each
successive jolt of cum.  
	When he was finished, he pulled out and directed her
to a bed in the room.	 She fell, face down.
	"Will you give me my safe conduct, your grace?"
	"Not yet.  I'm not finished with you, slut."
	He pulled off her petticoat entirely.   He eased her
onto her back.   He also removed the remainder of his
clothes.   
	"Now I want to do you right.   Open your legs and put
them on my shoulders."
	When she did so, he was able to stand over her, and
find her hot pussy.    He inserted his prick again.   
Because he had already cum, he was able to pound her
for a long time.   He pinched her tits and slapped her
in the face.   She was moaning and screaming, as her
pelvis vibrated violently.   
	"That is enough.    I can't take it any more," she
wailed.
	"You are through when I say you're through,"  he
said, gritting his teeth.
	But his pressure also became unbearable.    The
pressure and pleasure emanating from his prick grew
until he fell off the mountain.  His orgasm was not as
strong as the first, but just as pleasurable.   
	Finally,   he said, "We're through."
	"Your grace, that was amazing.  I am not sure I can
go back to my husband."
	"You will go back to him.  Remember, he has the
money.  Now get dressed."   			When they were dressed,
he gave her the pass,  which let them go as far as
Kalimari.    After that they were one their own.
	"And not a word of this to anyone, " he reminded her.
	When she left with her husband, he instructed a
sergeant to follow them, but not interfere.  He wanted
to see if they went for the money.   They did.  
	He had these kinds of encounters only a few times a
year.  All the remainder times he used his slaves if
he did not want to go to his wife,  often because she
was ill or pregnant.	
	 Occasionally they visited his estate in Osta Buca,
called Bell Vista.  When ever they did, he never
brought his slaves.  
	She loved Bell Vista.  "I want to move here when you
leave the army.   It is a great place to raise a
family. "  
	They had four children to survive into adulthood.  
The oldest boy became the next Count of Osta Buca, and
proprietor of the estate.  

	
	
	
	
	 
	   	
	
	
	
		
	
	
	 
	
	

	



		
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