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This erotic story is the sequel to the story "School
of War." It written solely for the private enjoyment
of the audience. Any further distribution without the
permission of the commissioner is prohibited. No
animals were harmed in writing this story.
Constructive feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Don
Captain Francis Placko was determined to be posted to
the colonies. He just finished the Royal Military
Academy at Pesto, and wanted to be like the majority
of junior officers. His older brother, the Duke of
Fettucine, and his father, the Duke of Tiramasu, tried
in vain to dissuade him.
"Nothing is there except brutality and disease,"
Fettucine urged.
"Nonsense. Adventure, riches, and beautiful women
are there," replied, Francis.
His father added, "I can talk to the King about
having you named Count of Osta Buca, even though that
would be against the rules of primogeniture. That
would give you riches. I am sure Fettucine would not
mind, since he is also the heir to Tiramasu."
"I would gladly yield the title to you, brother, if
it would keep you safe."
Francis replied , loudly, "Safety be hanged. Where
is the challenge of managing a villa in the hill
country? Where are the pretty women? It is all right
with you, brother. You already have a title, rank, a
small harem, and the trust of the King. I am a
soldier, daring to seek my fortune."
"I just acquired the rank of Major, and I only have
one slave in my harem," Fettucine objected.
"But you can obtain more slaves. And the King has
appointed you to his court."
"That is only so he can keep an eye on me."
His father said, "I do not think the women in the
colonies are that pretty. Look at the slaves being
unloaded at the docks. They look depressed and
haggard."
Francis replied, "That is only because of their sea
voyage from the islands. I am told that in the
islands themselves, the women are pretty and lively."
They entered a tavern by the harbor. Tiramasu
ordered food and drink for all. He raised his glass
and declared, "Here's to Captain Placko. May you
have success, honor, and glory."
Fettucine added, "Here, here. Honor, glory, and
riches."
Francis replied, "Thank you. I humbly accept your
good wished." He embraced them both. Both his
father and brother gave him money with which to buy
what he needed.
Francis's ship departed at high tide the next day.
He was posted royal garrison on the island of Petunia.
The crown derived the bulk of its income from the
colonies, including a tariff on imported goods and
slaves as well as charging the plantation owners on
the various islands for army protection. His friends
were also being posted to various islands and ports.
They were to serve at least three years guarding the
King's subjects.
After three weeks at sea, the ship made port at the
principal colonial town of Pansy. The town was
crowded with ships and sailors from around the world.
Francis was fascinated by the variety of human types
by the docks. Women in varying degrees of undress
beckoned the sailors to their establishments.
The captain of the ship said to Francis and his
friends, "If you want some feisty wenches, I will take
you to my favorite place in the city."
They eagerly followed the captain, even though he was
getting a fee for leading them there. They were
greeted by a large woman, whose dress barely covered
her ample bosom.
She yelled heartily, "Welcome Captain Marco."
He replied, "Mistress Maria, these are officers of
the King. See to that they get the best."
Francis and his friends found themselves surrounded
by dark skinned beauties. The women were not slaves.
Rather, they were free prostitutes who tried to
entice the men to join them. Francis was attracted to
a vivacious brown eyed girl. He ordered some food
and drink, sharing much of it with her.
"What is your name, my sweet?"
"Maya, sir."
"Are you from Pansy?"
"No, sir. I'm from Petunia."
"I am posted that way myself. If the other women
from Petunia are as pretty as you, I shall have a
delightful time."
Maya frowned slightly, but she did not say anything.
Instead, she resumed flirting with him. She knew a
night with the captain would be worth several talents,
and that tomorrow does not matter.
The other officers were also flirting shamelessly
with their wenches. One man had his hand inside his
woman's dress, while another let her play with his
prick. Several pairs got up, presumably to go to a
back room.
"Do you want some privacy with me, sir?" Maya
asked.
"Yes, how much."
"Four shekels for the room. I am extra, but I am
worth it."
"Of course. Let's go."
Maya lead Francis to a room in the back of the inn.
She waved to Maria that she had Francis, who put it on
his account. At her room, she kissed him. She was
just wearing a simple dress, with no under garment.
When she pulled it over her head, she was naked.
`You look good enough to eat," Francis declared.
He pulled her to the bed, and began feasting on her
tits. She felt confident that she had selected a
good lover from among the officers. He alternated
kissing one breast and the other. He started to feel
between her legs. She let him have her way with her
for a few minutes.
Then she asked, "Do you want me to take your uniform,
sir?"
"Yes, Maya. Make me feel good."
She had him naked in a minute. She leaned over to
feel his penis. It responded rapidly to her touch.
"Johnny is sure eager, today," she said, giggling.
"My johnny is always eager for a fine wench."
"How do you want it?"
"Kneel on the bed, facing the wall."
"Then take me like a bitch," she hissed.
He positioned her the way he wanted. He felt her
twat, to make sure she was ready. He then let his
prick find her entrance.
"You fill me up, sir." She was pleased by his size
and hardness. Not all men fulfilled her
expectations.
He worked her over. He pulled her breasts. He
slapped her ass. She got into a wild rhythm with him.
"I'm going to cum, Maya," he grunted.
"Yes, me too. Do it," she replied, gasping.
He pushed into her as hard as he could. He felt the
wonderful surge, as his cum spurted out, in multiple
spasms. He kept squeezing his pelvis until there was
no more. He then pulled out, letting her fall onto
the bed. He fell next to her.
They lay for several minutes. Maya got up to use
the chamber pot, and then took a wet cloth to wipe
both of them. She had some wine in the room, which
she shared with him. He spent the night in her room.
They had sex again in the morning.
After a few days in Pansy, Francis's ship made a few
more stops before ending in Petunia. He disembarked,
and ordered a soldier to carry his trunk to the fort.
He found the conditions in Petunia both wonderful and
appalling.
The luxurious country side and lush fields were
wonderful. Everywhere were colorful flowers, and
fields ripe with cocoa, sugar, and sweet spices. At
first sight, the people were cheerful. Music and the
fragrant smells of food filled the air. The native
men wore full length skirts, from the waist down.
The women wore longer skirts, which started above the
breasts. Children were naked.
On the other hand, the condition of the garrison was
appalling. Soldiers and even some officers were
unkempt. The guns were showing signs of rust, and
he had no idea the condition of the powder. Most of
the people in the town were free, but the people in
the plantations were really slaves. The army was
mainly used to keep the slaves under control.
Francis presented his orders to the colonel in charge
of the garrison. The colonel was in his office,
letting a female slave masturbate him. He accepted
the orders and told Francis where to lodge, while
continuing to let her play with his thing.
Francis saluted and found he had a small house, just
outside the walls of the fort. When he entered the
house, he found another female slave waiting for him,
half naked.
"Who are you and why are you here?" he asked.
"I am Una. I come with the house. You can keep me
or get rid of me."
"I will keep you for now. I am Francis, younger son
of the Duke of Tiramasu. Help me move into the
house."
He moved in and returned to the fort for officer's
mess. The garrison had ten other officers. All but
one had a slave lying next to him, and some had two or
three.
One of them asked, "Where is your slave, captain?"
"You mean Una? I left her in the house."
"You can bring her if you want."
"Thank you."
That night, without even asking, Una removed her
dress and got into bed with him.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" she asked.
"Is that why you are here?"
"Yes."
He leaned over her. She was not as sexy or pretty
as Maya. Her breasts and tummy sagged, but she would
do.
"Play with my thing." he ordered.
She opened his underwear, and pulled out his prick.
She fondled it, but showed the same passion she would
show to a banana. Nevertheless, it expanded nicely
in her hands. Maybe he would not be so bad, after
all.
"Open your legs. I want to fuck you." he said,
firmly.
She did so. He pushed into her roughly. At first,
he did not care whether she enjoyed or not. But as
she got more excited, he wanted to get her to cum.
Soon she was wailing, as he plunged into her. Other
men outside the house heard her and nodded
approvingly. He continued to pump her until he was
sure she would cum. Then he let himself release into
her box.
When he was finished, he pulled out, and they fell
asleep.
Francis got into the habit of having sex with Una
most nights, even though he did not like her very
much. He considered her like a household furniture
and treated her accordingly. She did not expect to be
treated better. He did not take her to the mess or
when he went on duty. Francis found sex in Petunia
to be freely available, but not quality or
interesting.
Francis gradually started to exercise some discipline
over his company. He drilled them on musket and
cannon firing. The other officers were lazy, but
they let him do his thing, because he was the son of a
military hero. Some of the others started to drill,
too, just to show they were as good as he was.
While Francis was getting used to his household
slave, his brother Richard was looking for more. He
had been living below his station because he thought
that a captain should be modest and he was trying to
pay off the debts of his uncle, the previous Duke of
Fettucine. But Richard was a Duke in his own right,
and he used his obtaining a major's commission to
address his status. In the Royal Army of Kalimari,
officer's commissions were obtained by purchase or
nepotism as much as by merit. For Fettucine, it was
all three. He was a major because he could.
He wanted two additional sex slaves, servants, and a
larger house to reflect his status as a Duke. He had
more money because his estates were productive, his
expenses were under control, and he had paid his
debts.
His only sex slave, Claudia, announced she was
pregnant by him. He told her she could keep the
child if it was healthy, but any future pregnancy
would have to be aborted. The law permitted the
free parent of any child with a slave to decide
whether if would be raised slave or free. His father
had designated some children with his slaves as free,
but he determined that his child with Claudia would be
raised a slave. After he moved into a larger house,
he began his search for additional slaves, especially
since Claudia would no longer be available for
intercourse. Claudia had been his principal sex
partner for the past four years. He was excited by
the opportunity to search for someone new.
Fettucine visited an agency which obtained high
quality women. The agent was able to find half a
dozen slaves of the requested age and experience.
Fettucine inspected each one, naked. He was allowed
to touch them, but not have sex with them.
"This is not a brothel," the agent said.
"But what if I don't like her?" he asked.
"You can bring her back for a refund within a week,
less a processing fee," the agent replied.
Fettucine was most attracted to a tall slave named
Inga. Inga had been the slave of a merchant, who
fell on hard times and had to reduce expenses. The
merchant had obtained her as payment during his
business dealing in a land where blonds were less
rare. Inga looked at him seductively. She felt that
if she were not purchased for a harem soon, she would
be sold to a brothel herself. The agent could get a
premium price for a blond. Inga delivered to his
apartment. He told Claudia she could watch as he
introduced himself to Inga, but she could not say
anything. Inca arrived with chains on her hands and
feet, and wearing a cape. He tossed off her cape,
revealing her naked body. He lusted after her.
"Come here, Inga," he ordered.
When she complied, he ordered, "On you knees."
He opened his robe, revealing his penis.
"Suck it. Make it feel good."
She gently fed it into her mouth. She started to
suck as if it was a ripe fruit. He grabbed her head,
moving her over him. He started to fuck her face.
"I don't want to finish this way. On the bed."
She quickly lay on the bed. He removed her chains.
"I want you, Inga. I am going to fuck you like
you've never been fucked before."
He climbed onto her, and inserted his hard prick into
her slit. As he moved, she started moaning from the
pleasure.
"Place your legs over my shoulders so I can have
complete access to your body."
When she did that, he inserted a finger in her ass.
She moaned louder, as he inserted another finger, at
the same time pounding her box. She was able to flex
her muscles in her vagina, to increase his pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she yelled.
He continued to bang her, until she screamed with
orgasmic pleasure. He kept going, giving her another
convulsion that flowed from the cunt, all over the
pelvis, and down her body. But he could contain
himself with this delicious piece no longer.
He felt the glorious surge rising from his penis. A
massive eruption poured out of him.
"More! More!" he exclaimed as additional pulses of
semen poured out. He continued pushing into her
until he had no more to give.
He pulled out and let her relax. It took several
minutes for her to catch her breath. She smiled.
"I like the way you fuck." she said.
"And I like to fuck you, too." he replied.
Claudia was happy to welcome Inga to her small harem.
She knew she would enjoy the company.
Fettucine obtained his other slave that same way he
obtained Claudia, by gift. Claudia had been a gift of
the previous Duke. When he made his annual visit to
the Duchy of Fettucine, the governor had someone
waiting for him.
"Your grace, this is Tamar. She was a barbarian
from across the mountains. She had been the
concubine of a tribal chieftain. I gave him enough
money to persuade him to make her available to you. I
had her bathed and covered with fine perfumes. But
you may have to tame her yourself."
Tamar was had dark skin and round firm breasts. She
entered his room totally naked , just wearing the
chains and collar of a slave. Because she had
actually been captured by another barbarian tribe, she
had a wild look to her, rather than the compliant
attitude of most slaves. She did not realize that
being the sex slave of a young handsome Duke would
bring an improvement in her life.
"Lie down on the bed," Fettucine ordered.
She did not move.
"Did you hear me? I said lie down."
She nodded, but did not move. She looked at him
defiantly. He grabbed her and tossed her onto the
bed. He grabbed her legs, and forced them open,
and tied them tightly to posts on the bed. He then
tied her arms, so she could not move.
"Let me inspect your charms, my pretty slave."
He leaned over her, moving over her body. He
touched her everywhere, especially her breasts. He
then moved down, until her touched her soft slit. He
played with her sex, filling her body with wonderful
feelings. She started to moan.
"Don't cum until I tell you to," he instructed.
He moved between her legs, and started to kiss her
succulent clitoris. He kissed and licked her until
she was panting. Suddenly, he stopped.
"I said, don't cum."
He opened his robe, and let his penis fall out. He
climbed into her chest, and presented his prick in
front of her face.
"Suck it. Do to me what I just did to you."
She opened her mouth, and he jammed it in, almost
choking her. He then pulled out, letting her suck on
him, but her head was so far back she could not move
very much. After fucking her face for several
minutes, he returned his attention to her box. He
inserted several fingers into her slit, and rotated
them around. Again she gasped for breath.
"I said, don't cum." he repeated.
By this time, she was straining at the ropes. Her
body was crying for release that he was not giving
her. He fingered her slit, but stopped each time he
felt she was about to cum. Tears of frustration
filled her eyes.
He moved on top of her, and shoved his prick into her
waiting hole.
"You can cum any time now."
He banged into her, hard. She wanted release more
than anything. Suddenly she got it.
"Fuck me, master. Make me cum," she yelled.
Her body rocked with wave after wave of convulsive
pleasure. He kept going, bringing her to one peak
after another. His prick also begged for release.
Then he got it, too.
He came hard with each thrust. Cum pulsed into the
inner recesses of her body. When he was finished, he
lay there with his soft penis still inside.
"I am not finished with you, yet slave."
She wondered what more he could do. He untied her
arms and legs, but he quickly turned her over. He
retied her arms, but he left her legs free
"Get up on your hands and knees, " he ordered.
He got up moved to her head. "You did such a fine
job the first time, suck it again."
Because she could move her head this time, she was
more successful in sucking his prick back into rock
hard status.
He then moved behind her, and reinserted his prick
into her cunt. She could move in that position, so
she rocked back against him.
"Move it, bitch. Fuck me," he ordered.
He grabbed her tits while he banged into her. He
then slapped her ass, making her more excited. Her
body again strained for release. He pulled out of
her snatch.
"Master, I need that," she wailed.
"But I need this," he uttered.
He found a rod made from animal bone and shoved it up
her slit. He then placed his slick prick at the
entrance to her anus. Slowly, he pushed it home.
"Master, that hurts." she protested.
"But you like it," he replied.
As he moved the bone and his prick at the same time,
she answered breathlessly, "Yes, I like it."
He moved the bone until she was ready for another
mighty orgasm. As her body shook, he pushed against
her back side, until he had filled her rectum. He
released another jet of cum up her bowels.
"I am cumming again," he hissed.
"Me too."
After he was finished the second time, he lay down
beside her.
"Master, I have to use the chamber pot." she said
softly.
"Yes, but you must come back to the bed immediately."
He untied her and she got up. When she came back to
the bed, he did not retie her arms. Instead, they lay
there until morning.
They had sex several times.
After several days, he said, "Tamar, I am bringing
you back to Kalimari, where you will join Claudia and
Inga. You will enjoy being with them. You will
enjoy fucking me, and anyone else I give permission to
fuck."
"Yes, master. This is much better than a barbarian."
Claudia made Tamar feel welcome. She liked having
company. She was like the harem mistress. Claudia
enjoyed hearing Tamar and Inga tell stories about
their childhoods. In return she read to them, until
her child was born. Fettucine ordered Claudia to
give the child to a wet nurse, so she could return to
her sexual services. He had sex with one of his
slaves most nights.
Fettucine enjoyed working at the King's court. He
had a talent for administration, especially diplomatic
negotiations. He learned that the art of negotiation
lay in telling each party what it wanted to hear,
without really committing to anything. As part of his
job, he negotiated the marriage of the King's
daughter, Princess Isabella, to the King of Frommage.
He was also under pressure to marry himself, from his
mother and from the King. His mother wanted
grandchildren, and indicated that a Duke should marry
in order to continue the family heritage. The King
wanted him to marry his niece, Lady Lucia, in order
to cement alliances in the High Council. His father
wanted him to marry Lady Norma, because he was
pursuing a different alliance.
There were about a hundred women in the whole kingdom
of appropriate age and title suitable for him to
marry. As the heir of two duchies, many women were
interested in him. Because of his wealth, the dowry
would not be a factor.
Lady Lucia had grown up in the royal castle, and was
a childhood playmate of Princess Isabella. Her
education had protected her from the intrigue of the
castle. Like Isabella, Lucia appeared sweet and
innocent. In fact, Lucia and Isabella knew that the
King had a harem, but they were not sure what that was
or what the King and the courtiers did there.
Lady Norma was slightly older and more worldly.
There was rumor that she was not a virgin. But
Norma's father was good friends with Fettucine's
father, and usually sided with him in the council.
The King liked Fettucine, but was slightly afraid of
him. By getting Fettucine to marry his niece, that
would tie his allegiance more strongly to the King.
Because Lady Lucia was the daughter of the King's
sister, she was not on the royal line of succession
unless every male descendant died. That made her
safe for Fettucine.
Fettucine paid polite court to Lady Lucia, Lady
Norma, and other noble women of the court. The
instructed Lucia to pay special attention to
Fettucine.
He told Lucia, "Now that Princess Isabella is in
Frommage, you will have to get married yourself. The
Duke of Fettucine is the best man in the kingdom for
you. He is handsome, intelligent, and honorable. "
The King told Fettucine, "Now that you are a Duke in
your own right, you should get married in order to
continue the family line. Lady Lucia is the perfect
woman for you. She is pretty and innocent. She
radiates loveliness."
Fettucine admitted all of Lucia's qualities, but he
was not ready to get married, quite yet. Nevertheless,
he realized that he would have to select someone soon,
and some of the fine women might not wait for him.
While Fettucine was deciding what to do, he received
a long letter from his brother Francis in Petunia.
Francis soon realized that the true power on the
island lay in a small set of planters who owned the
majority of the land and the slaves. He dined with
them regularly, but he realized that they treated
their slaves horribly. On Petunia, slaves did the
work of free peasants back in Kalimari. Peasants had
a reason to work because they kept part of the return.
On Petunia, the slaves were the original residents of
the island, and had no incentive to work if they were
not forced to by whip and other severe punishment.
The army was there to repress slave rebellion.
Francis hated that duty. He had joined the army to
defend the King, not to round up run away slaves.
Nevertheless, Francis did his duty to the best of his
ability.
One day he was called to put down a major rebellion
at one of the largest plantations on the island.
When he arrived with his troops, he found the
plantation owner and his wife held siege in the house,
while slaves armed with farm implements stole property
and terrorized them.
Francis outflanked the slaves, attacking them from two
directions.
He ordered his soldiers, "We want scare the slaves,
not kill them. They are productive workers. Fire
on them from maximum range, and then attack with
bayonets. We will round them up and force them into
the horse corral."
He accomplished this, killing only two slaves and
wounding five, including two children.
However, when the situation was under control, the
plantation owner, Aragosta, emerged from the house.
He was followed by his wife, who maintained a safe
distance. Francis also noticed two male slaves, tied
to the fence, badly mutilated, castrated, and barely
alive. Madame Aragosta looked with sympathy on the
tortured slaves, but she was too afraid of her husband
to say anything.
Aragosta said, "Captain, you did a fine job putting
down this rebellion. I want you to take every tenth
slave and kill him."
"What about those men over there?" Francis said,
pointing to the men tied to the fence.
"Killing is too good for them. They smiled at my
lovely wife. They should suffer for it."
"Do you want my army to decimate your slaves?"
Francis said, knowing that decimate meant to kill
every tenth.
"Yes, do your duty."
"My army is not here to be executioners. If you want
to charge individuals, I will take these men, and any
others, back to Port Petunia, to be tried according to
the King's law. Even slaves have rights."
"You must obey me. I will offer you two pretty
female slaves and a hundred shekels if you do as I
say." said Aragosta.
Francis did not consider the scrawny slaves being
offered to be very pretty. He could use the money,
but not at the cost of honor.
"My oath of obedience is to the King, not to you."
Madame Aragosta smiled that someone had finally stood
up to her husband. However, she walked with a limp,
and had some bruises on her face.
Francis asked her, "Are you injured, madam?"
"Yes. I fell off my horse."
"Be more careful riding."
Francis ordered two soldiers to put the men on the
fence out of their misery. He then marched his
troops back to town.
Two days later, Francis was visited by Carpaccio, the
leader of the planters, and civilian governor of the
island.
Carpaccio said, "Why did you not do as Aragosta
wanted?"
Francis replied, "I am here to enforce the King's
law. Even slaves have rights under the law."
"You don't know how it works here. Slaves will only
work if forced to. Aragosta has the right to do
anything he wants with his slaves."
"If his slaves will not work, he can sell them and
get new ones. People will always work for food."
"If you do not enforce our will, I will get you
replaced by someone who will."
"You are welcome to try."
This incident prompted Francis's letter to his
brother. When word spread on the island that Francis
had stood up to the planters, the men shunned him
when he attended their balls and dinners. However,
the women hovered about him in awe. He learned that
many of planters treat their wives little better than
their slaves, and better than their horses.
A few weeks later, Madame Aragosta knocked on his
door.
"You must help me. My husband is trying to kill
me," she explained.
"Why?"
"After that slave uprising, he accuses me of being on
their side. He thinks I want to have sex with the
slaves."
"Do you?"
"Of course not. On the other hand, he prefers his
sex slaves over me, and it hard to ignore so many half
naked men on the plantation."
"You may stay here. I can offer you protection, but
that is all."
But that was not all. After Francis went to bed with
Una, Madame Aragosta entered their room. She had
stripped down to her petticoat.
"What do you want, Madame?"
"Just a man to hold me, that is all."
"You may leave us, Una. You may sleep in the
kitchen."
After Una left, Madame Aragosta crawled into the
bed.
"My husband does not understand that a woman has
needs, too. Do you understand that, Captain?"
"Yes, I do."
She reached under his nightshirt to feel his prick.
She whispered, "Una has done an excellent job of
getting you ready."
Without waiting for an answer, she straddled his
body and lowered herself onto his erect penis. After
watching the male slaves, she was excited enough to
let him enter easily. Francis decided to let her
have her pleasure, confident that he would have
pleasure too. She raised herself on her hips, and
then let herself come crashing on his pelvis. After
she and bounced on him several time, Francis reached
under her petticoat and felt her breasts. She leaned
back, so he could play with her tits. As she leaned
forward again, he pulled her petticoat off.
She increased her speed on him. She was breathing
hard, almost panting.
"Ohhh, Yes!" She exclaimed as a sudden orgasm rose
from her legs and soared through her body.
When she relaxed, Francis grabbed her and flipped
her onto her back, without loosing contact with her
pussy. In this position, he could control the pace.
He resumed banging into her until another orgasm arose
from deep within her body.
"You are making me cum again!" she wailed.
"I am going to cum, too!" He grunted as jets of
white cum spurted out him, making bursting his prick
with pleasure.
When he relaxed next to her, she said, "That was the
best time of my life. I am never going back to my
husband after that."
"It was good for me too, but don't talk that way
about your husband."
The next day, just as they were getting up, they
heard another loud clamor. Una said, "Mr Aragosta
demands to see you, sir."
Francis dressed in his uniform, including his sword.
"I demand that you release my wife, sir," Aragosta
yelled.
"Madame Aragosta, you are free to go," Francis
said, calmly.
She came to the door of his house, just wearing her
petticoat.
"I don't want to go with him. I want to stay here."
Aragosta flew into a rage. He drew his sword.
"Defend yourself, sir."
By this time a small crowd had gathered.
"I am an officer of the King. I have no desire to
fight you."
Aragosta thrust at him. Francis easily parried it.
Francis said, "I trained in sword fighting at the
Royal Military Academy at Pesto. I do not want to
kill you."
Aragosta resumed thrusting at Francis, who parried
every one. Finally Francis got tired of fighting an
amateur. He swung hard at Aragosta's sword,
knocking it out of his hand. Francis thrust his
sword at the chest of his defenseless adversary.
"Yield!" he demanded.
"Never!"
"Yield!"
"No"
Francis thrust the sword just enough to poke
Aragosta, drawing some blood. He then backed away.
Aragosta picked up his sword again.
"Your death shall not be on my head," Francis
declared.
Aragosta began swinging wildly with his sword.
When he rushed at Francis, Francis thrust out his
sword, impaling him. Aragosta fell to the ground, the
life rapidly oozing out of him. Madame Aragosta ran
to him, but turned away.
Although did not like him, Madame Aragosta felt
guilt that her actions lead to her husband's death.
She ran away, seeking refuge at the home of a friend.
None of the islanders blamed Francis for killing
Aragosta, but some blamed her for instigating it.
A week later the reply came from Kalamari regarding
the request to remove Francis. It denied the request,
and promoted Francis to major, by brevet. The reply
was accompanied by a company of soldiers. It left
Francis the second in command of the garrison. It was
signed, by Order of His Majesty, the Duke of
Fettucine. Frances guessed, correctly, that his
brother asked a favor from the King, who readily
granted it.
Carpaccio addressed Francis, "We are your servants,
sir. We pledge our loyalty to you and to the King."
Latter, Carpaccio addressed the other planters,
"Usually, these younger sons come here to get some
money and a slave or three and return to Kalimari. I
made some inquiries about our young captain. He is
descended from the most noble families in the land.
His brother is rumored to be engages to a niece of the
King. Our best course is to give him what he wants.
When he gets it, he will leave. "
Later, Carpaccio paid a visit to Madame Aragosta.
"My sympathies to you on the loss of your husband."
"You know I did not love him."
"Yes, your husband was a fool. Don't you be a fool
too. I want to buy your plantation, with all your
land, crops, and slaves. You cannot farm it
yourself."
"Maybe I'll marry Major Placko. He could farm it
profitably."
"To do that he would have to leave the army. How
could he protect you then without his little soldiers
to do his bidding? Besides, he would not farm it.
He does not understand the hard work necessary to
produce the crops in this place. He is the son of
the famous Duke of Tiramasu. He won't marry you.
He wants to finish his duty, take a few slaves,
return to Kalimari, and then marry the daughter of
some burgher with a large dowry. Sell your holdings
me. I will get you a nice price. Then you can
return to Pansy or Kalimari and live comfortably."
"Thank you for your kind offer, sir. I will consider
it carefully."
When she told Francis what Carpaccio had said, he
confirmed it.
He said, "Take the offer if you think it fair. You
do not like this place, anyway."
She agreed, although she would miss some women
friends.
Just before she left, Francis rode up to bid
farewell. She was packing those belongings she
wanted to retain, but left most of her possessions
behind. The slaves looked on apprehensively. They
knew that their cruel master was dead, but who knew
what would become of them?
Madame Aragosta said, "I want to thank you for
enabling me to leave this place, even though I wish
you had not killed my husband. I did not like him,
but he did not deserve to die. To express my
appreciation, I want to give you a part of the money I
made in selling this place. Thanks to you, and to the
generosity of Sr. Carpaccio, I will be able to move to
Pansy and start a new life. I also want to give you
a choice among my husband's sex slaves. You may
select any that you like."
She did not mention that the money and the slaves
were Carpaccio's idea, and that his generosity induced
her to spend the night with him.
Francis looked at the women. They all lived in a
small house next to the main house of the plantation.
Unlike harem slaves, they all had jobs on the
plantation, in addition to servicing their master.
Francis was taken by one pretty woman who wiggled her
hips to get his attention. All the women wore short
skits and were topless, but this one proudly displayed
her voluptuous breasts.
"I'll take that one, " he said, pointing to the buxom
slave.
"That is Pina. She was one of my husband's
favorites. You can have others, if you want."
"There is no way I can take more than one today.
Maybe I'll be back for more."
He never came back for other slaves. Madame
Aragosta left Petunia the next day. Eventually she
married a merchant in Pansy, and had several children
with him.
As Francis was leaving the plantation, he shouted,
"Pina, you are coming with me. I am the man who
killed your old master, and I claim you as my prize."
"I hated my old master," she said.
"We will see whether you hate me."
He pulled her onto his horse, and rode toward the
town. On the way, he played with her breasts. He
reached under her skirt to play with her pussy. She
sighed and made no moves to object.
"Do you like what I am doing to you, Pina?"
"Yes, master." Indeed, he gave her body more
attention than Aragosta ever had.
He continued to play with her twat, making her squirm
so much that she was in danger of falling off the
horse. He lead the horse into a stream crossing the
road. They rode up the stream until they came to a
clearing. He dismounted the horse and pulled her
off, holding her tight by the arm. After he secured
the horse, he pushed her toward a tree .
"Hold on to the tree, and don't turn around," he
ordered.
When she grabbed the tree, he unfastened her skirt,
letting it drop to the ground. He loosened his
breeches, and extracted his prick. After fondling
his new slave, he had no trouble getting excited.
"Bend over and open your legs, Pina," he commanded.
When she did so, he placed his prick next to her
swollen slit. He eagerly thrust it in, pushing her
against the tree. She sighed, knowing that this
would be better than her old master.
He pulled on her tits, using the pain to get her even
more excited. As he banged into her, she felt a major
orgasm crying to escape from her body. She began
screaming and wailing , as it flowed out of her. As
he pushed into her, she pushed back. She wanted
more. He used her tits as leverage to time their
motions. She froze, until another gulf of pleasure
pulsed through her body. He did not let up. He
slapped her ass in time to his thrusts. She was
gasping for air, screaming for another release.
"I am going to cum into your hot cunt now, Pina."
"Oh master, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can."
He prick burst like a damn, pouring out one jolt
after another, each one more pleasurable than the
last. He grunted mightily, pushing each stroke.
When she felt him relax, she sank to her knees,
exhausted. He followed her down. After a few
minutes, he pulled out and stood up.
"Turn around, Pina."
Stood there, her tits glistening with perspiration.
He handed her the skirt.
"That is just the beginning, Pina."
"That was so much better than my last master. I want
to serve you in any way I can."
They resumed the ride into town. Francis told Una
to sleep in the kitchen, because Pina would share his
bed.
Because he treated her like a harem slave, Pina had
no work except to please him. He made her wear a
simple shift to wear in town, but in the house he made
her remain naked. Una became the maid, but Una
accompanied Pina when they went outside. Pina was
not permitted to be outside by herself. He took Pina
to the officer's mess, where she would masturbate him,
the way the other slaves did to their masters.
One of the officers said, "Major, you have a pretty
new buxom wench."
"Yes, I got her from Madame Aragosta. And now I am
going to take her home and fuck her ample tits."
He had Pina remove her dress. Una sat passively in
the bed room.
"Pina, help undress me."
When she did , he pulled her to him. He kissed and
fondled her breasts.
"Lie on the bed, Pina."
He lay on top of her, again kissing her. Puns
sensitive nipples began to tingle. Their excitement
spread throughout her body. He climbed onto her
chest, inserting his prick in the crease between her
mounds. He pulled them closer, folding them over his
penis. From this position he rocked back and forth.
The tip of prick reached her chin. She opened her
mouth to take part of it. He pulled back, leaving
her frustrated, but then pushed forward again.
He called, "Una, take this bone and place in Pina's
cunt."
She inserted it, letting Pina rock against it.
Richard enjoyed the friction of his prick against her
chest. He covered her tits with his hands, pushing
them together hard. The pain and tension was enough
to push her over the edge. He moved rapidly on top
of her, until he was also ready to erupt. He pushed
his prick into her mouth, letting her drink part of
his cum. When he pulled out, she used her hands to
distribute the rest of his dripping flow all over her
chest.
He pulled off and said, "Una, take out the bone and
lick my cum off her body."
Una complied, with her usual lack of interest. He
lay next to Pina, holding her close until they fell
asleep.
Although he had other slaves in Petunia, Pina was
the only one he took with him when he returned to
Kalimari.
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