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<1st attachment, "Count and Brother-in-Law 2.doc" begin>

	As it turned out, Lenore delivered her son about a week before
her husband received the summons to the annual Royal Court and
High Council.  She did not like the Court.  Even though her
family was equal in wealth and prestige to most of the courtiers,
she felt looked down upon by women who were born into nobility
rather than who just married into it.  Lenore believed that many
noble ladies were rather sluttish in their use of lovers and male
slaves. Fortunately, her principal allies at Court were her
sister-in-law, the Duchess of Fettuccini and Tiramisu, and the
Queen herself.   
	Lenore decided to attend the Court in order to show support for
her husband and brother.  She packed up her children, along with
a wet nurse and governess, for the long ride to Kalamari.   The
family stayed with the Francis's brother, the Duke, while they
attended the Council. 
	The Queen offered to receive Lenore privately.
	The Queen said,  "Congratulations on the birth of the future
count, Madame.  Are you feeling well?"
	"Thank you, your Excellency.  I am still a bit sore, but I had
an excellent mid-wife."
	"I hope he grows to be a fine count, like his father."
	"Thank you."
	"However, I want to warn you that your brother is in danger.  He
is enraging the King and Council."
	"My brother's task is difficult, but he is not stupid.  He just
wants justice for the merchants and captains."
	"But you know, things have gotten violent.  Several seamen were
killed.  Now, the captains are planning to boycott all shipping
from the islands.  We will no longer have sugar and spices for
our food.  The Council cannot stand for that insubordination."
	"Well, your Excellency, let us hope that cooler heads will
prevail."	
	"Indeed.  Tell me, what of your daughter?   I was hoping she
might come to the palace as a lady in waiting."
	"That would be nice, your Excellency, except that Lady Anna is
not yet three.  Maybe in a few years."
	"Of course."
	Lenore was not sure she wanted her daughter going to the Queen's
court, but she could not think of a polite way to refuse.
		John was in the middle of a major confrontation.  He did not
want the boycott, but if the captains backed down, they would
appear to be weak.  Their main hope was to be unified, but
reasonable.  Therefore, John staked a lot on his meetings with
his brother-in-law and the Duke himself.  
	Richard, the Duke of Fettuccini and Tiramisu, had risen to one
of the most important advisors on the Council.  His title of
Fettuccini descended from his mother's side and that of Tiramisu
from his father, the general who conquered that province.  He
learned the skill of negotiations was to listen to all sides,
without committing himself to any until he had to.  The King
trusted him because he was one of the highest nobles who did not
want the crown himself. 
	The Court was the King's social counterpart to the High Council.
 He shared the government with the Council, but derived his power
from his wealth and the titular command of the Army.  The Court
was designed to impress by displays of grandeur and martial
ritual. Francis always wore his uniform as colonel in the Royal
Army to Court functions, with his coat of arms of Osta Buca
stitched in.  Richard wore civilian clothes, always cut from the
finest fabrics, and ribbons displaying his titles and offices.
	John met Francis at one of the better inns in the city.
	Francis said, "I have arranged for you to have a private, secret
meeting with the Duke.  You should not tell anyone about it
unless the Duke gives you permission."
	"Should I bring Duma to him as a gift?"
	"No.  You like her.  He has enough sex slaves.  Every year, he
receives about half a dozen new ones from various courtiers,
generals, or ambassadors, so he has to sell or give away that
many.  Sometime has trouble remembering all the names.  My
brother is wealthy, but he cannot afford to maintain more than a
dozen slaves."
	"Why so many?"
	"Among the high nobility, the size of the harem is a sign of
wealth and power. The King has dozens of concubines available to
share with his courtiers at his pleasure."
	"Is there any chance I could meet them?"
	"Maybe, if he likes you."
	Francis took John to a dinner at the Duke. He was received
graciously by the Duchess and warmly by his sister.  
	Francis introduce John, "This is Captain John Zucchini, former
commander of the Royal Ship Juno, and my brother-in-law."
	They enjoyed pleasant conversations about family and estates.  
	As dinner ended, the Duchess Lucia took her sister-in-law by the
hand, "Come my dear.  The men have something very important to
discuss."
	That was her way of indicating that the men should go to the
Duke's private office adjacent to the harem.  Lucia did not share
her sister-in-law's disdain for sex slaves.  Having grown up in
the palace as the King's niece, she knew that they were often
essential in conducting the King's business. 
	When they got there, John said, "Thank you for seeing me, your
grace."
	Richard replied, "His Majesty wants to find a way out of this
without further bloodshed.  What would it take for you to call
off this boycott?"
	"I can neither call on or off the boycott.   I do not have that
power.  All I can do is communicate positions.  The position of
the merchants is that the tariffs fall disproportionately on them
and the position of the navy is that collection of the tariffs
places a burden on our friends and allies."
	"Where else can we get the money to run the kingdom?"
	"I don't know."
	Francis interjected, "Perhaps you can get it from us, on the
estates.  No one likes to pay taxes, but if we enjoy the benefits
of the kingdom, we should pay for its maintenance."
	Richard said, "But we found that internal tariffs discourage
trade."
	"Then how about a tax on land?  The large estates would pay
more, because we get the most benefit." 
	"The Council would not support that."
	"Which would the Council rather have, a tax or a revolution? "
	"When you put it that way, maybe a tax."
	Francis concluded, "It might be better if the Council were not
confined to the high nobility.   We need people who can think for
the realm, not just their estates.  Perhaps we could find a way
for people like John to join the government." 
	They discussed the matter for several hours, until finally the
Duke said, "Gentlemen, we are making progress, but we need some
entertainment.  Let us visit some of my slaves."
	Claudia, the harem mistress, greeted them.  Francis had been at
his brother's harem before, but the Duke introduced John.  
	Claudia asked, "What is your pleasure, master?"
	Richard answered, "We have been in some tough negotiations, so
we are not inclined to be gentle."
	Francis asked Richard, "Who is that girl with Claudia?  Her
breasts are just starting to bud and her pussy hair is too fine.
She looks too young to be a sex slave."
	"She is Claudia's daughter, Carla.  I will have to decide what
to do with her.  She deserves something special.  When she
develops some more, I might give her to the King. He partial to
virgins."
	Francis said, "Let us hope that by then His Majesty is still
potent enough to satisfy a virgin."
	Claudia emerged leading five slaves, four of whom had rings
through their nipples and one had additional rings through her
labia.   This was Tamar, who Francis remembered from a previous
visit. 
	Claudia announced, "These slaves will do anything you ask. They
are clean and covered with oil. If you want more, I can get them
for you."
	The girls did not mind being in the Duke's harem.  For many, it
was the only life they knew.  They were well treated and the work
was easy.  Most learned how to gain sexual satisfaction from what
they did.  Claudia taught them how to avoid pregnancy, or how to
get an abortion if that failed. Their main fear was that they
would get sold to a brothel, where conditions would be much more
unpleasant.
	The men removed their clothes and approached the women.  They
moved among them, fondling them and letting them fondle their
pricks.  Three women knelt and sucked their pricks, while the
other two leaned against them until they felt their oiled bosoms.
 
	Richard said, "I want to show you something."
	He grabbed Tamar and forced her onto a high table.  He pulled
down a tube and inserted into her cunt.   He then clipped the
tube in place with the labia rings.  He slowly moved the tube
into the slave, letting her get excited.  When she was about to
cum, he turned her over on the table.  He made her lean against
the table and then clipped her tits onto another set of rings.  
	He patted her ass.  "This is as firm and fuckable as any ass in
the world."
	He climbed behind her and slowly but firmly inserted his prick
into her anal crack.   She did not like being screwed in the ass,
but she was used to it, especially if she had a tube in her pussy
at the same time.  The tube was designed to stimulate the
clitoris every time Richard moved in her ass.  Soon, her body
began a series of explosions, as Richard continued to pound her.
He grabbed her hair and pulled against her tits.  Finally, he let
her have it with a series of orgasmic bursts. 
	Francis and John were envious.  
	But Francis said, "Let's use a real prick instead of an
artificial one."
           He pulled a slave by the nipple rings. He lay on one
of the couches. 
	He said, "Sit on me, slave.  John, you get her ass from
behind."
	The slave impaled herself on Francis.  When she was secure, John
approached her well-oiled ass.  Soon, the men were pumping her in
rhythm.  They did not care about her pleasure.  They were using
her as a piece of meat.  Francis pulled at her nipple rings,
while John used her hips to pull her against him.  The slave was
getting excited, in spite of herself.  
	John said, "I never had an ass so tight."
	Francis added, "This pussy is luscious."
	She screamed, "Masters, make me cum,"
	John answered,  "You will, slave, as soon as we do."
	Soon, all three of them were grunting and breathing heavily.  
	Francis grunted, "Yes, I'm there!"
	John added, "Me too."
	The slave moved up and down on Francis prick, saying, "Not yet.
Not yet.  There. Yes! Yes!"
	By this time, Richard was finished with Tamar and released her.
When John and Francis were finished, Claudia ushered the
exhausted women to their chambers.  This left the men with three
other slaves. 
	The slaves served the men wine and fruit.  They sat on couches
relaxing and teasing each other.  After a while, the women began
to play with their pricks.
	"Let us make you hard, again," they said.
	Eventually, Francis pushed his slave down on the couch and
climbed on top of her.  He said, "I want you the old fashioned
way."
	He inserted his prick deep into her cunt, and fucked, long and
slow.  
	He said, "Put your legs on my shoulders, so I can have complete
access to your body.  I want to fuck you so hard, you won't be
able to walk."
	Because he had just had another slave, it took him a long time
to cum.  
	The slave yelled, "You are so good.  Fuck me.  Fuck me as hard
as you can."
	When he finally reached the end, he pushed as deep as he could
while sparks shot out of his prick.	
	John let his slave continue her oral actions until he was ready
to explode in her face. 
	He said, "You have powerful mouth.   I want you to suck my cum
right out of me."
	She drank all his cum, not loosing a drop. 
	Richard turned his slave to penetrate her cunt from behind.  
	The slave asked, "Do you want my ass, also, master?"
	"No, all I want is your sweat cunt."
	"Then fuck me, master." 
	He did until she squealed, her body convulsing with pleasure.  
He felt his pelvis contract until it pushed a bolt of pleasure
from his expanded prick.
	Finally, the men were finished with the slaves.   They resumed
drinking some wine, until Claudia emerged again.  She escorted
the slaves back to their barracks. 
	John said, "Thank you, your grace, for a delicious dinner,
productive evening and enjoyable entertainment.  I truly had a
wonderful time.  I think it is time for me to return to my rooms
at the inn."
	Richard answered, "Captain, you are welcome.  I am sure we will
meet again to continue these discussions.  In the meanwhile,
please keep these meetings confidential."
	"I will, your grace."
	When he left, Francis asked his brother, "Do you think we can
sell another tax to the High Council?"
	"Yes, if the King is on board.  He has been searching for a way
to reduce the power of the Council.  Maybe adding a Low Council
of distinguished gentlemen loyal to him, and to me, might be a
way to do it."
	Richard met with Francis and John several times to work out
their plan.  Each meeting ended with a visit to the harem.

	
	 	

	
	 
	

	


	

	
	
	
	

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