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Title: The Count
Author: Writers Cramp
Keywords: (MFf, FF, nc, forced, rape, inc, teen, rom & more)
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From the Author:
Be warned: this story involves explicit sex in many forms including
that forced on young teenagers so if that offends, read no further.
Story is copyright by Writer’s Cramp with all rights reserved and
must not be posted to any commercial or pay site whatsoever.
Individuals may archive the story for their own personal use but the
story should not be reposted to any other site without the author’s
permission.
All names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person,
either living or dead. Neither the author nor any acquaintance of the
author, has ever indulged in situations described in this story; they
are solely based on fantasy of the mind.
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THE COUNT (MFf, FF, nc, forced, rape, inc, teen, rom & more)
©December 2002

SEXUAL FANTASY FICTION
By WRITER’S CRAMP
(writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com )

The Characters:
Rudolpho de Heppte, Count of Heppte, aged 28.
Chad Sawyer, a Serf in the Fiefdom, aged 37
Marie Sawyer, his wife, aged 33
Aimee Sawyer, their daughter, aged nearly 13.
Pierre and Jentie, friends of the Sawyers, aged 38 and 35 with 2
boys, Jacques, aged 13 & Teddi, aged 9, and 1 girl, Abelle aged 11.
Wilm and Lizette, friends of the Sawyers, aged 28 and 24, no
children.

Prologue
In the year 1673, Rudolpho de Heppte, son of the Count von
Heppte, ruler of the Fiefdom of Heppte, knew the time he had
dreamed of for so long, would soon be his.
His father’s health had progressively deteriorated to the extent
that the old man lay on his deathbed, unable to do a thing for himself,
totally dependant on his manservants for every single need. In the
last few days he had drifted into semi-consciousness for hours at a
time and the carers who waited permanently at his bedside kept
shaking their heads in agreed wisdom that death was imminent.
Rudolpho, eldest son and by law, inheritor of the title and all
the estates that went with it, could hardly contain himself with glee at
the prognosis.
“My lord,” they would say several times a day, in utmost
seriousness, “There is little time left, you should prepare yourself for
the grief that is to come.”
“You’re sure there is nothing else you can do for my dear
father?” He asked each of the doctors over the past hours and as each
agreed there was nothing, the deep satisfaction grew strong in his
belly. He looked the picture of misery, allowing a whimper of grief
from time to time but inside he felt as jubilant as any man could.
Tomorrow or maybe the next he would become Count von Heppte
the fourth, to rule over the fiefdom with ultimate power and
authority, passing laws as he saw fit, the judge and jury over every
matter that came before him. But more particularly, he held the
power of life or death over every person on his estates.
He had sat silently by watching his father carry out those
duties for many years, cringing at the leniency of his sentencing,
allowing thieves and those found guilty of assaults within the hamlet
being let off with such soft punishments even for repeat offenders.
These people would soon come to know what it meant to perpetrate
any crime and be caught.
Rudolpho had thought many times of how he would act when
he finally became Ruler of these three hundred odd peasants who
were owned body and soul by the reigning Count of the day, and he
declared to himself that he would never allow such leniency when
handing out sentences. Rudolpho too had spent many idle hours
thinking through new laws he intended to pass, laws that would give
him absolute control over everything they did, be it in his fields
during the day or in the privacy of their homes at night.
The thought of where that could lead sent the blood coursing
through his veins once again and he found his hand roaming under
his skirts to stroke the hardness beneath. Soon he would no longer
need to use the unfulfilling folds of his wife’s body to satisfy the
lusts that soared through his head. Soon he would have the softness
of any one of a hundred or more young wenches from the village and
as Lord over their lives, the Count could choose at will and no one
would dare refuse him. There was no one to whom his subjects could
turn for as the charter of the fiefdom declared, not in so many words,
yet declare it did, he would own every man, woman and child within
his realm. But only after his father drew final breath.

The moment was drawing near and he had to leave the death
room for the solitude of his own quarters. The closer it came, the
more impossible it became to control the wide smile as he thought
about his plans. Rudolpho had meticulously listed the details of every
peasant under his protection making excuses to the Priest to gain
access to the baptismal records so that he knew their birth and
wedding dates and all the birth dates of their children; a family
history of every one. Against many names he had added symbols for
which only he knew the significance and comments about physical
features, personality traits and especially, a mark against those whom
he would never press against his body because of their age or looks
or infirmities. Yet he planned to use even these poor souls,
delighting in their humiliation when they found themselves in
situations of being required to perform acts they could never
imagine, sometimes in front of many of their own townspeople. Oh,
yes he would teach these filthy specimens to comply if for nothing
more than his own sadistic satisfaction.

Chapter One
He could wait no longer and bounded from his room and
flung the door of his wife’s rooms wide open as he burst inside.
Several maids gasped in shock for no man ever intruded into the
sanctuary of their lady’s bedroom, not even a husband. Sex always
took place in the Master’s rooms after summoning the wife with
appropriate notice. Rudolpho had not summoned his wife for well
over twelve months, feeling no urge to copulate with her large loose
body, performing the act less and less but neither taking nor giving
pleasure for several years until with much relief for both of them, he
ceased altogether.
“Rudi,” his wife exclaimed as he barged in. “Is he dead?”
“Not yet, my bundle of lard, but soon.” There was a hushed
gasp from the maids who were sitting in various chairs around the
room. They had never heard the master speak to his wife so
ungraciously before.
“And what’s your problem?” He roared, glaring at each one in
turn, daring them to return his stare. None did. “Well?”
They shifted uncomfortably, none prepared to answer for all
knew Rudolpho’s ways. Each one had felt the wrath of his voice
shouting them down, usually for nothing more that to show he held
the power to do so.
“Rudi, they’re just shocked at the way you came in here. After
all it isn’t usual for you to intrude, you know that,” his wife tried to
explain.
“Shut up, you stupid fat cow. Get rid of them and take your
clothes off,” he shouted back so they all knew what his intentions
were.
Even his wife was shocked at the crudity of his words in front
of the girls.
“Rudi, don’t…” she began but that infuriated him all the
more.
“No, wait,” he roared back. “You,” he said, pointing at the
last girl who had almost reached the door. “You stay. Come here.”
The girl, a young teenager with breasts that barely showed
under her tight bodice, was physically trembling as she shuffled
towards her tormentor. Not knowing what she should do, she knelt
before him, eyes downcast waiting for what she must endure.
“What’s your name?”
“ It's Aimee, sir.”
“How old?”
“Thirteen, sir,” she answered quietly, then added, “almost.”
“What do you do for your mistress?”
“I am one of her chambermaids, Sir. I help her dress.”
His wife was standing stock still, sure that he still had
intentions to copulate with her, even though he hadn’t done so for so
long. She waited silently, ready to stop anything her husband might
do to this young girl.
“Well, this time you will do the opposite. Understand?” He
growled, pushing her chin upwards so she had to look into his eyes.
She gave a quick glance towards her mistress and replied,
“No, sir. What must I do, sir?”
“You must disrobe her, this minute, that’s what you must do.
Now, go and do it.”
The girl almost fainted. She knew the tenor of his voice, she
had heard similar many times when her father demanded sex with
her mother, as he pushed her towards the bed, leaving the young girl
to listen through the thin curtain that separated the two rooms.
“She doesn’t have to, Rudi,” his wife interjected. “I will do
what you say. You may leave, Aimee.”
“No, she will do what I say,” he roared back. “Do it,” he
snapped at the trembling youngster.
“Rudi, please…,” his wife pleaded to no avail for she saw the
frightened girl was moving towards her, unwilling to disobey him
any longer.
“Every stitch. I want to see her as God made her,” he
instructed, then in a quieter voice. “Only God knows why he made
such an ugly bitch as my dear wife.”
The girl whimpered and his wife put an arm out in
encouragement. “Do what he says, Aimee,” she told the girl and
raised her arms for her to begin unfastening the skirts she wore.
Aimee had seen her mistress unclothed every day for it was her task
to assist when she bathed each morning. She had never thought of
her as ugly as the man had intimated but as she unwound the layers
she saw the flabby fat the woman had around her torso and legs. She
was even fatter than her own mother and her father never accused
her mother of being fat. But the master was right. Her mistress was
flabby and very unattractive.
The master watched intently, giving accusing little laughs as
each layer disclosed more fat.
Finally the mistress stood naked before the two onlookers.
“What do you think of your mistress now, Aimee?” He said
with a leer, more in disrespect than of sexual overtones. “Fat isn’t
she?”
The poor girl could not reply to such a question. Of course she
was fat, ugly in fact, the way layers of fat rolled down her body.
Rudolpho’s wife covered her hanging breasts and turned her back to
her husband. “Haven’t you humiliated me enough, Rudi? Let the girl
go and we can talk. I know how you must be feeling with your poor
father at death’s door.”
“It’s got nothing to do with the old man. It’s just time to put
you in your place, you lazy fat bitch. You’re going to learn that a
woman’s duty is to please her husband and you do not please me one
bit, woman. How could any man enjoy rodding so much fat? Eh?
Answer that, bitch.”
“I’ll go, Mistress,” the young girl whispered as she turned to
leave.
“You will stay, girl. There’s no humiliation if there’s no one
to witness it. You will stay and watch. And you have permission to
tell anyone you wish, what you see.”
“Please, sir, let me go home. I don’t wish to stay. Please…,”
she pleaded and he almost ejaculated in his trousers when he saw the
tears falling down her cheeks.
He said nothing but took her by the arm and with his other,
spanked the girl once on the bottom so hard her feet left the floor.
“Don’t ever disobey me again,” he said matter-of-factly as he let her
arm go.
She shrieked with fright and slumped to the floor, blubbering
not from the hurt in her behind because the smack had been over
several layers of clothing, but from the sheer shock of what he had
done.
Rudolpho watched her for several seconds and then
disgustedly growled, “Get up and wipe your face. How can you see
this piece of lard receive her punishment, bawling like that? Get up I
say.”
Aimee rose immediately, her lesson well learned and stood
awkwardly, watching his every move in case he wanted her to do
something else. She had no wish to displease him again.
“I want you to watch everything that happens here today and
watch carefully because tomorrow you will come and repeat to me
everything you saw. In great detail, is that understood? Woe betide
you if you miss anything out.”
“Oh… Oh, yes sir,” she answered, blanching at the thought of
what he might do if she didn’t please him tomorrow.
“Rudi, please don’t do this. I don’t know what you intend but
not in front of the girl. Please don’t do that,” his wife pleaded
walking towards him with her hands reaching for him, oblivious of
her nakedness in front of the young girl.
“My god, you’re a pitiful sight,” he sneered as she came
closer. “Look how your tits flop around even when you walk. Can
you hear them flopping together, girl?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, knowing that was what he wanted to
hear.
“Then go and hold them up for her. Show her how a woman’s
tits should look, all taut and firm. Go on.”
“You mean… You want me to touch them sir?”
“No, Rudi, stop it this minute,” his wife demanded.
He rose out of his chair so fast he caught his wife by surprise
and slapped one of her breasts so hard it bounced and almost hit her
in the face. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again. No one talks
to the Count von Heppte in that manner,” he hissed between
clenched teeth. Then he relaxed, pleased with his wife’s reaction for
he saw her face turn white with shock. In a more relaxed voice he
said to Aimee, “Lift them up and pull them tight, girl. I want to see
them the way they should look.”
Hesitantly the young girl stepped in front of her mistress and
without catching the older woman’s eyes, placed her hands under the
drooping breasts and lifted them upwards. They were so large and
loose each breast rolled over the sides of the girl’s small hands and
she found it quite difficult to grasp the orbs, let alone pull them tight.
Then one breast rolled right off her hand just as though it were filled
with water, and fell with a snap against the woman’s chest.
“Ha, now you see why I can’t stand the sight of you, woman.
Oh, shit, what an ugly sight. They’re so loose I should put you into
the front line of the army. You could suffocate a thousand men at a
time. Can you understand why I find you so ugly? Well?”
It seemed like the last straw for the poor woman who knew
she held no sway in their household anymore and she was finally
crushed. The might of her husband’s power was just too much and
she couldn’t stop the deep sobbing that shook her whole body. “I’m
sorry, Rudolpho. I’m not a young woman any more. I can’t help it.
Kill me if you wish it but I can’t stand your taunts any more.”
“That’s too easy. You haven’t given me pleasure for years as
a wife should so now you will. Undo my breeches.” When she stood
unmoving, he added with a roar, “Now.”
Aimee jumped and his wife was shocked out of her dream-
like state.
“Please don’t make me do anything while the girl stays,
Rudolpho. I’ll do what you want but please sent her away.” Aimee
was pleased to hear her mistress pleading on her behalf, hoping she
would be allowed to shrink away.
“She stays and you perform. Do what I tell you, woman or I’ll
give you to the troops for the whole night. Perhaps you’d like that?”
“Nooo…,” she gasped and knelt between his legs. He was
sitting half sideways, one leg thrown over an arm of the chair, the
other still on the floor so she had complete access but it was no easy
matter to carry out his demand.
First his codpiece had to be unstrapped and she had to have
him raise his bottom to slide it off. Then the breeches, the under-
breeches and finally the pantaloons all had to be untied and the laces
removed before his genitals were accessible. She knew what she
would have to do. Cock sucking was his favourite joy in their earlier,
more happy days, where she would do all the work, produce a climax
and swallow his discharge after which he would invariably roll over
and sleep for the rest of the night. Her own hand usually gained her
rare orgasms after he slept.
As she was burrowing through the billowing silk and cotton
garments he wore, her mind went back to those happier times when
the intimacy was at least enjoyable. She couldn’t recall one single
time when he had actually given her the pleasure of an orgasm,
neither during their intercourse nor even by his finger or tongue. He,
of course, would not let her stop until his ejaculation was produced
by whatever means he chose.
“You’re no better than you ever were,” he sneered with
contempt as she burrowed through and finally closed her hand
around his flaccid penis.
She began to massage him but he soon objected. “Take it out
woman and let our guest see how badly you arouse a man. Maybe I’ll
have her show you how it should be done properly when she calls on
me tomorrow.”
“Oh, no, Sir. I couldn’t,” the stricken youngster cried out.
“If I choose that, you will do it,” he replied simply, laying his
head back along the chair as his wife’s ministrations began to take
effect, taking no notice of the girl’s feelings.
Aimee had never seen a man’s erection before. She had heard
her parents making love almost every time they did so but had never
seen, nor wanted to see, what they did. As her mistress drew the
manhood from it’s covering, Aimee gasped with shock. Never in all
her imaginings could she have known it would be so large. It was
nothing like the boys who swam naked with her in the pools when
she was younger for that was what she had always thought would be
used to take her virginity when she married. But this? This was ten
times the size and she knew it would never fit inside her pusspuss;
her opening could never accommodate such a monstrous projectile as
her master’s thing.
“Ha, ha,” Rudolpho laughed when he saw the look on her
face. “Little bit bigger that those boys’ cocks you play with isn't it?”
“No,” she cried, feeling the blush spreading across her face. “I
don’t play with… Oh, I never…,” she gasped, embarrassed beyond
anything she had ever felt before.
“We’ll have to correct that then, won’t we? Perhaps your
Daddy should be teaching you a thing or two. I’ll have a talk with
him for you,” he smiled and laid his head back to enjoy the
masturbation he was receiving. Then just as suddenly, he lifted his
head and told his wife to suck him.
Aimee’s eyes opened wide as her mistress’s mouth formed a
wide circle and sucked the mammoth penis between her lips to
fellate him. As she moved her lips along the erection, Aimee found
herself gasping for air, as though her lungs had refused to function.
The more her mistress worked over the cock, the greater her shock
and dismay. How could anyone take such a filthy thing into their
mouth? Something that was used for peeing? And to suck it like she
was doing? It was so sickening she was sure she would vomit right in
front of them. But she also knew that if she did she would be
revealing her feelings and as he seemed to be enjoying it so much,
she did not want to incur any more of his displeasure. So she forced
herself to watch despite the turmoil inside her stomach.
Occasionally he would thrust himself deeper into her throat
making his wife gag each time but she returned to her rhythm hoping
he would explode quickly. Her wish was granted sooner than she
expected but his actions were not. As soon as the first spurt of semen
hit the back of her throat he took hold of his penis, withdrew and
allowed the rest of his discharge shoot over her face and breasts.
“Don’t move, bitch. Take it the way you should. Let it run
down that fat body of yours and drip onto the floor,” he said with a
cackle of glee. His hand aimed his cock at every angle and drenched
her face and upper body while Aimee looked on, incredulous at the
white stuff shooting from where boys peed. Is this what men’s piss
was like? she asked herself over and over. Is this the way wives help
their men to pee?
When he had finished, he gave a sigh and sat straight around
in the chair, covering his cock from sight.
“Go and bring your fat mistress a nightdress, girl,” he
commanded and Aimee was only too happy to leave, if only for a few
moments.
“That was terrible, Rudi,” his wife cried, tears mingling with
long strings of sperm as it drained downwards. “What must the
youngster think? She probably never even knew what a penis looks
like.”
“Well she damn well knows now,” he replied with
satisfaction.
“Let her go, Rudi. She has to face me every day and it will be
terrible for her.” She began to wipe the strands of sperm away with
the side of her finger.
“Leave it there, bitch. You sleep with it tonight.”
“What do you mean? I can’t just leave it there.”
“You will not only leave it there, you will not wash any part of
your body for a week. It should improve your smell anyway.”
“That’s a terrible thing to say, Rudi. You’re not the husband I
used to know.”
“You’re not the woman I married so we’re square. Disobey
me and I will flay the flesh off your buttocks in front of the whole
town.”
“It’s more that I can stand, Rudi. Please be nice to me again. I
can’t help the way I look. I still love you, really I do,” she pleaded but
it made no impression on the man who was about to assume
complete dominance over the whole fiefdom.
“When my father dies, which will be any moment now I hope,
I become Count von Heppte but you won’t be standing by my side as
Countess looking the way you do. I plan to find another consort. It
will take time and consideration but then I have something like two
hundred women to choose from. How long do you think it would
take me to have them where you stand now, stripped and willing to
obey my every whim? Hmm?”
“You couldn’t,” she gasped. “These people are your workers,
not your slaves. Your father looks on them as his children and they
all looked up to him. How could you betray that trust?”
“Very easily. There is some delicious flesh out there and I
mean to test every piece before I decide the one to be your
successor.”
“And what of me? I would never agree to a divorce. The
priest wouldn’t allow it anyway.”
“You won’t have to worry about that for a long while. By the
time I get through the present ones, young ones will be growing up,
and younger ones after them. Don’t you think the life of a Count is
an onerous task? Oh, yes, very onerous indeed.” He gave a little
laugh and saw Aimee returning.
“Bring it here and slip it over your mistress’s head. Good,
now pat it against her body to soak up my seed. She must not waste
any,” he said callously.
The young girl was reluctant to touch the gown as it became
wet where the strings of semen ran down her body. Aimee saw the
woman’s saturated face with globs of the viscous fluid still clinging
to parts, one large glob hanging from her nose as though it were
mucus. It sickened her at first but the child made herself think of it
for what it was, something the master had discharged and definitely
not pee, she realised later. She had seen both her father and mother
peeing in the night bowl and it was never like this. So what he had
spewed from his man’s thing was probably a sex thing, she surmised.
She still didn’t know its true character but the sense of disgust she
felt when she first saw it, had changed into something of interest.
Not that she was about to ask either her mistress or the master. She
began to pat the cloth against her mistress’s body until the whole of
the front was saturated with wet stripes and blotches.
“Do you realise if I shot that sperm into your cunt, little girl,
you’d get pregnant?”
Aimee wasn’t sure he was speaking to her until he used the
term, little girl, then suddenly realised what he meant. She squealed
and jumped away, wiping her hands down her legs trying to remove
every last drop of wetness.
It made Rudolpho laugh loudly which caused the girl blush
more deeply.
“Tomorrow you will bring your parents with you for we have
things to discuss,” he declared. “Be here at ten in the morning.” With
that he left the two women standing, mute and unsure.
“Mistress, I’m sorry,” the girl cried out in anguish. “There
was nothing I could do but obey my master.”
“I know, Aimee. It’s nothing for you to worry about. Go home
now but you must be here as he says with your parents. Make sure
they are not late for he will use any excuse to humble them.”
“What does he want my parents here for, Mistress?”
“I don’t know child, all you can do is be on time and trust
your father can protect you. I will try to help but you see the way he
is right now. It’s the strain of knowing his poor father is about to
pass on that makes him like this. Do not hate him for the way he
treats me. I’m sure that when he becomes responsible he will govern
just as his father before him.”
The girl looked dubious. “I hope so, Mistress. Shall I go
now?”
“Yes, of course,” she said giving the youngster a smile of
encouragement.

Chapter Two
Aimee struggled to explain what she had witnessed to her
parents. She had been told to tell anyone about what she had seen
and she had no choice but to tell her parents of the command the
young master had made on the whole family. Somehow she knew the
white discharge was something only adults knew about and was
probably very secret. In her innocence she knew that men and
women did things they never spoke about and what she had
witnessed was probably one of those things. Did Mummy suck
Daddy’s thing? Did he spray his white stuff over her like that? She
had never seen any on her mother but they did do strange things
behind the curtain and made strange noises, quite often too. Did all
parents behave like the Master? Did Daddy make Mummy stand
naked while he slapped her breasts? She had heard slapping sounds
sometimes but Mummy usually giggled then so she wasn’t being hurt
like the Mistress was.
“What is it, dear? Something seems to be bothering you,” her
mother asked as they sat down for supper.
“Oh,…” Aimee stammered. “It’s nothing I guess. I was
helping the mistress dress today when the master came in and was
really rude to her.”
“You mean he was angry about something?”
“No, he was just rude calling her horrible names and saying
she was fat.”
“And?”
“Well he sent all the girls out but made me stay and watch
while he kept on saying these things…”
“But the master? We heard he was nearing death and I’m sure
he wouldn’t treat anyone like that usually. She must have upset him
in some way,” her mother interrupted.
“No, it was the young master, not the old one. Mistress said
he acted that way because he knew his father was about to die.”
“Well that is a reason to make some people upset, I guess. Do
you want to tell me what happened?”
Aimee felt her face redden and her mother saw the change as
well. “Well, I guess he made mistress undress… Uhm, I had to help
her while he watched.”
“Oh, I see,” her mother said, trying not to sound alarmed.
“And?”
“Well when the mistress was naked he called her fat and
things and slapped her breast, then made me hold them up so they
weren’t hanging down.”
“You mean your mistress’s breasts?”
“Yes, but one slipped off anyway. They were so… Well, they
were squishy and just rolled off?”
“And that made the young master mad at you too?”
“No, he just laughed and it made the mistress cry.”
“Oh, I see. He wasn’t being a very gallant man?”
“Oh, he was horrible. He made her put her hand inside…”
“Inside where?” By now her mother, a simple woman though
she be, was not innocent to the ways of men and expected to hear he
had ordered his wife to finger herself in front of her maid. Things
like that were common in other towns and she was thankful that their
Lord of the Fiefdom was not as brutal as most. In fact the old Count
treated them all as equals. She had heard rumors about his son but
until now, nothing of substance had been proven.
“Oh…, uhm, inside his trousers.”
“Oh,” her mother gasped. “You mean between his legs, to
touch his… manhood?”
The girl felt her face becoming hotter and simply nodded.
“Did he send you away then?”
“Oh, Mummy he made the mistress do things to his… you
know, his… thing.”
“Men and women do pleasurable things like that, baby. But
they sent you away then, didn’t they?”
“No he made me stay and watch and I have to go back
tomorrow and bring both you and Daddy with me. We all have to be
there at ten o’clock in the morning.”
“He made you watch while they did things to each other? You
mean things with his manhood?” Her mind never moved from the
first part of the sentence. “Aimee I want you to tell me exactly what
you saw, what he made you watch. Tell me baby, it’s alright.”
But it was all too much for the young girl and she could tell
from her mother’s voice that all had not been proper in what she had
witnessed.
“I’m embarrassed, Mummy,” she managed to sob. “I think
it’s… I think it’s what you and daddy do behind the curtain.”
“Tell me, then, baby. Don’t be embarrassed in front of
Mummy. I won’t be angry. I just need to know so I can help you.”
“Well, at first she held his thing in her hand and moved it up
and down, then he told her to suck, so she put it into her mouth. Oh,
it made me feel really sick. It’s where men do pee. You don’t do that
do you? To Daddy, I mean.”
“We’ll talk about that another time. Just tell me what
happened then.”
The youngster recounted all she saw including the nightdress
and her having to pat it over her mistress’s body.
“Did I do something naughty, Mummy? I didn’t know what I
should do; the young master told me to do it so I couldn’t refuse. I
don’t know what the white stuff was that came out of his… thing. It
was all gooey.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, baby, because you had no
choice. The young master will soon be the next Count and you have
no choice but to obey him. I guess your mistress was right about him
being upset because his father is dying. It would upset anyone, I’m
sure.”
“So you will come with me tomorrow then?”
“Come with you? Where?”
“I told you,” Aimee laughed. “The young master says I have
to go back to him tomorrow at ten o’clock and he wants you there
too.”
She saw her mother’s face blanche and she couldn’t answer
for a long time. “You mean he wants Mummy and Daddy there with
you? Tomorrow? Did he say what for?”
“No, but he got very angry when he didn’t get obeyed so we
should all go, I think,” the young girl said, sensing her mother was
becoming quite agitated. “Why, Mummy? What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, dear. It’s just that we have never been
commanded to present ourselves before, that’s all. Are you sure you
don’t know what it’s about, Aimee?”
“Well, he did say… He did say at first that he wanted me to
repeat everything I saw today, to him tomorrow and that if I didn’t
remember everything, he said woe betide me. What does that mean?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too worried about that. Anyway, you can
remember what you saw, can’t you? Besides only the Count has the
power to sentence someone for punishment and he hasn’t done that
for years and years.”
“Oh, I see, so it will be alright then.”
“Of course it will, baby.”
“Mummy, do you and Daddy do those things?”
“What th… Oh, that. Well, people do all sorts of things when
they love each other, baby.”
“But do you suck his thing like the mistress did?”
“Some men like that, Aimee.”
“Does Daddy?”
Her mother found herself blushing just as much as her
daughter had a few minutes ago. “There are some things that are
secret between adults, dear. It’s not nice to talk about them.”
“But if it’s alright to do, why can’t you talk about them?”
“Because it’s very personal, that’s all.”
“Doesn’t it taste awful?”
“It’s time to change the subject, Aimee. Eat your supper.
Daddy will be home soon and we have some things to talk about.”
“Will you tell him what I did today?”
“Of course. And about our trip to the Manor tomorrow.”
“About how she sucked his thing?”
“Aimee, that’s enough. You’re being rude and it must stop.”
“Oh, it’s just that I want to know things.”
“I know you do, sweetie but until you grow up, you have to be
patient. You’re still only twelve years old you know.”
“But I’m growing boobies and I’ll soon be thirteen.”
“When you’re seventeen I will tell you about men but not
before.”
“Oh, I just hate not knowing, Mummy.”
“Let it rest, Aimee,” she responded with a hint of warning in
her voice and the youngster heeded it.

They arrived exactly on time and were shown into a small
room, much smaller than her mistress’s rooms and were told to wait.
And wait they did for what seemed like hours. Finally, a door to the
side opened as though by itself and a voice called, “Come.”
Chad Sawyer put his head around the corner and saw the
young master beckoning. “Come on, I haven’t got all day. I have
serious work to do,” Rudolpho shouted in frustration.
Chad clawed his hat from his head and clutched it in two
hands, ushering his family before him.
“My daughter tells me you wish to speak with us, your
honour.”
“So why weren’t you on time then? And I am not your
honour, not yet anyway. But soon.”
Chad looked at his wife and back to Rudolpho. “But we have
been waiting since ten o’clock, Sir.”
“Well I didn’t see you. Be more prominent next time,” he said
waving off any protest. “I am telling each family under my… our
care, what will happen when my dear father dies. There will be some
changes but they will be in your favor.” He waited for their thank-
you but saw only anticipation in their eyes. “At present you pay taxes
of what? Ten percent of your share of the crops?”
“Yes, Sir, that’s correct, ten percent and we pay on time every
year.”
“You wouldn’t still be here if you hadn’t,” Rudolpho growled
ungraciously. “Well, I’m pleased to tell you there will not be any
taxes levied from now on.”
“Oh, thank you sir.”
“Instead, you will receive thirty percent of the harvest instead
of the usual fifty percent.”
The parents gasped in shock. “But… But sir, that means we
will receive ten percent less than before.”
“Don’t be ungrateful, Sawyer. It means that if you work
harder and produce better crops, you will still earn more than you do
now and you will have no taxes to pay on the increased portion.”
Chad thought about that for several moments and still didn’t
understand. “Sir, I work very hard now, from daylight until dark, six
days per week. Your ledgers will show that. How can I do more,
Sir?”
“You can work faster and you can work seven days, that’s
how.”
“But… But that would be on Sunday, sir. The priest would
not allow it.”
“The church will do as I say. At least they will when I
become Count. And there will be incentives to work better, very
good incentives indeed.”
“You mean we will receive more payment when we work
harder?” Chad couldn’t stop himself asking.
“Incentives you never dreamed about. I will explain those to
you Sawyer, once the women have left, but before they do, I have
things to explain to them as well. Women are lazy and stay home all
day while their men work hard.”
Marie was so shocked by his words she gasped and was about
to object when her husband took her arm and squeezed hard. She
shut her mouth and listened.
“From now on, they will become part of the whole workforce.
No,” he added when he saw the fire in Marie’s eyes begin to boil
over. “No, not in the fields, but for the good of the whole
community. They will be the ones to urge the men to greater heights
of industry, to provide incentives no man would ever give up should
he have the chance. And I will expect every woman, every woman of
childbearing age to be a part of that force. Would you deny your men
the chance to increase their value to the community and in turn raise
the family income? Well, Marie Sawyer, would you?”
“Oh, nh, I guess not,” she replied, not sure what he really
meant. How could a mere woman help the men to increase their
crops? she asked herself over and over.
“Good. I thought you would understand when it was
explained to you. There is one more thing I require of all women and
that is faithfulness. I expect them to be totally faithful to their
husbands, their family and the community of Heppte and to me
especially. Lust causes many women to cheat on their husbands,
which in turn leads to turmoil in two families. I will not allow that to
happen in Heppte. If a woman cheats and one of the injured parties
complains to me with proof of the injury, that woman has three
choices. Firstly she can submit herself to my discipline, which will be
harsh and sometimes extended. Or she can choose to leave the family
and the community, never to return. Or thirdly, the family as a whole
will be banished. Is that not penalty enough to remain faithful,
Marie?”
“But I have never been unfaithful, Sir,” she replied quickly,
blushing at what her words meant.
“Is that so, Sawyer. She has never strayed?”
“Never, Sir.”
“So she was a virgin on your wedding night?”
“That’s none of your business,” Marie interrupted, in a
furious voice.
“Well, Sawyer?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And your daughter?”
“My daughter, Sir? I don’t understand.”
“Is your daughter…? No never mind, I see it’s upsetting to
your wife. As for myself, I demand complete obedience from each
and every subject in the Fiefdom. What I declare, be it singly or to a
group, is to be carried out without hesitation. That is being faithful to
me and I suggest it is even more important than being faithful to your
spouses. The punishment for being unfaithful to the Lord of the
Fiefdom would be far more drastic than simple banishment. I trust
you are clear on that aspect. Hmm?”
They stared at him in shock. The old Count never spoke that
way to any of his people, as he called them.
“But, Sir, we have no wish to disobey your rulings,” Chad
stated.
“I’m sure you don’t, Sawyer. Some may but I hope not, for
their sake. By the way, our discussions today are strictly between
ourselves. You will not discuss anything with your friends. Nothing.
I would consider that action as being quite unfaithful. I will find out
if you do, you know. But I’m sure you would never think of
disobeying, so I am happy. You all look shocked. Don’t be for I am
not as harsh as you think my rules may be. But we do need to prepare
our people for the change. You are not the only ones who have
looked shocked but you will soon realise I am a compassionate man
to those who obey.”
He let his words linger on their minds for some time then said,
“Well young lady, you have something to tell me, do you not?”
Aimee blushed and took a step forward. “You mean about
yesterday, Sir?”
“What else? Can you repeat what you witnessed in front of
your parents?”
“I… I think so, Sir.”
“Then go and fetch the mistress. I want to see her reaction as
she hears her punishment in front of others.”
“We should not be here, Sir,” Marie spoke up, knowing what
was to come. She had told her husband just a little of what Aimee
had described, and certainly none of the sexual activities their
daughter had witnessed.
“You are here because I say so. It would be too easy for my
wife without you being witnesses and she does need lessons in
humility, many lessons. So you will stay.”
He sat, watching their discomfort while Aimee went to fetch
her mistress. His smile distressed Marie no end.
Finally, Aimee returned, following her mistress who looked
shocked to see others in the room.
“Strip, you fat fool,” Rudolpho demanded with little
compassion. “Let the people see what a fat Countess they will be
getting.”
“You can’t mean that, Rudi,” his wife stammered.
Aimee’s parents stared in disbelief at what they heard. Marie
realised Aimee had told her the truth about yesterday and they may
be going to witness more of the same.
“Obey me woman and strip yourself naked,” he said in a low
hissing voice, daring her to disobey. She knew when she had reached
the limit of his endurance and began to remove the crumpled
nightdress, turning her back on them. Rudolpho laughed derisively.
“Should we go, Sir?” Chad suggested and was answered with
a hand that said stay. They stayed.
“Now show yourself to these good people. Let them see what
a slag of a Countess they’ll be getting.” His wife turned to face the
visitors, allowing herself to be completely dominated.
Neither Chad nor Marie could bring themselves to turn their
heads to look at the stricken woman until Rudolpho commanded
them to.
“Master, we do not need to see your wife this way,” Marie
managed to say quickly but his eyes were enough to silence her.
“Well, Sawyer? What do you think, is she a fat ball of lard or
not?”
Chad felt his head spinning from fright. Here was a man who
very soon would have the power of life or death over his family and
he was being forced to speak callously about the man’s own wife.
“I… I… I think she’s your wife, Sir,” he finally mumbled.
“And?”
“And… She is a little large, Sir.”
“A little large? She’s a grease-ball, man. Can’t you see that?
Here, woman, bend over and let them see how your big fat tits hang
down. Go on.”
The poor woman whimpered as she leaned over, knowing that
she would present a grotesque sight to everyone. Her beasts drooped
almost a foot down like water-filled balloons.
“Squeeze them, Sawyer. Go on, do it,” he said with a cackle.
“Feel what I have to put up with. It’s not a pretty sight screwing
something like that, now what do you say?”
Chad looked at his wife then stretched his hand out, briefly
brushing the closest breast.
“Well?”
“They are soft, Sir.”
“Would you like to fuck someone with tits like that? Eh?’
“No, Sir.”
“And neither do I. That’s why I’ve begun some discipline that
might wake the slug up to look better for her husband,” he explained
and then completely ignored the crying woman who remained bent
over. “Come, child, come and sit on my knee and you can tell your
mummy and daddy what you witnessed yesterday.”
Aimee blushed, realising not only was she going to relate the
story in front of her parents but while sitting on the young master’s
knee as well. She glanced quickly at her parents and then moved to
his side. He opened his legs wide and indicated she should sit on one
knee with her legs between both of his. It felt strange to be so
intimately close to a man like this and it made her all the more
nervous.
“Now I told you I wanted a complete account of everything
you saw yesterday and I don’t want to hear you hesitate or stop until
the story is over,” he told her and she could only nod her agreement.
It seemed a daunting task.
To her parents he gave just one instruction. “You may listen
but on no account will you interrupt your daughter. She must be
given every opportunity to complete her task. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” they chorused.
“Good, then you may begin, little twelve year old Aimee.”
She began from the time the girls were sent away and she was
made to stay. Almost immediately she began to speak, she felt
Rudolpho slip his hand under the hem of her skirts, clearly visible to
her parents. His hand cupped her knee and moved up and down her
shin, touching so lightly yet so purposefully. He never took his eyes
off her face, disregarding her parents altogether but behind it all was
his dare to both parents, giving them every reason to object in
disregard of his instruction, and to Aimee herself, in tempting her to
hesitate in her telling.
His actions were obvious to all three and he became bolder,
testing their resolve. Should they protect their most precious
possession or remain silent? Will Aimee object and thus fail his
instruction?
Marie and Chad never heard a word their daughter was saying
for every nerve in their bodies was trying to decide what they should
do. The master’s purpose was obvious and they both knew the
consequences of disobeying. Yet his hand was progressing further,
upwards above her knees now and they could see he was pushing her
thighs apart. They both knew he could go all the way if they did not
react and yet to do so would mean that as soon as he became Count,
they could easily be stripped of their home and livelihood.
Aimee felt his fingers parting her legs and she resisted but
when he pinched the skin of her inner thigh, she allowed his hand to
separate them, just a little. How impossible he was making it for her
to recount the story. She had reached the part where she had
removed the mistress’s clothes and he was calling her names for
being so fat when his hand began to reach higher and higher until it
passed the area where her stockings stopped and touched bare skin.
He caressed the smoothness for several minutes, watching her face
intently, hoping she would falter and break down in tears. Then he
would have her. But she forced herself to forget his intrusions and
continued.
His hand went higher and began to stroke inside, pushing her
legs wider with each pass and his wrist had pushed her skirts so high
that her parents knew how wide her legs were parted. They saw how
close he had come to her crotch.
Marie was fuming inside at the sheer audacity and filth of the
man but her husband was holding one arm and squeezing it so tightly
it hurt; a warning not to say anything. Would he ever rape one so
young, even with his hand? Chad had to weigh this against the
trauma his daughter must be suffering and the consequences of what
any intervention would be. All things being equal, Chad had decided
to call this fiend’s bluff by not objecting in any way.
Aimee had reached the stage where she witnessed his climax
and the spray that gushed over the mistress’s face and breasts. She
even used those words, trying to be adult in the midst of what he was
doing to her. She was in fact proud of achieving what she had
described so far despite having the man feel up her legs and was
confident of finishing because she was nearly to the end of her story.
But he was nearing his goal also and finally used both hands
to deliberately spread her knees wide apart and then returned the
hand up her inner thigh, tickling it with the tips of his finger until the
side of his hand brushed against her underwear.
He never rested there and Aimee felt his fingers stroke the
crotch of her cotton pants, right along the line of her sex. She jumped
at the first touch and stuttered the words she was speaking but never
stopped. She was now at the part where she patted the nightdress
over her mistress’s wet body and knew all she had to do was tell of
being sent home. She finished but the moment she tried to stand
down, he held her firm.
“I am not finished, little Aimee. You recounted your story
well, but you missed out a most important part. Were you
embarrassed by what you saw, little one?” As he spoke his fingers
were stroking her sex and he knew she was becoming aroused from
the wetness she was producing.
“Missed something? No, I couldn’t have, Sir,” she said
hesitantly, not wishing to dispute him but frightened at missing
anything out.
“No? What about when you touched your mistress here?” And
he pressed his finger harder against her pussy.
“There?” She asked, feeling the blush double in intensity. “I
didn’t do that yesterday, Sir. Not then.”
Rudolpho was taken aback at the reply and looked strangely at
her for several seconds then as if a light had dawned, smiled and
said, “So, not yesterday but some other time. Is that it?”
Aimee gasped as she realised what she had said and knew she
had no option but to tell the truth. She was so confused with his
hand stroking her like no one ever had before and knew he could tell
when she lied.
“Just once, Sir.”
“When?’ his hand was more insistent now, pressing harder,
arousing a clitoris that had never been aroused before.
“Uhm, a few days ago.”
“Were you alone?”
“No, the other girls were there too.”
“And you all touched her cunt?”
“Oh, yes, sir. They do it often, whenever the mistress asks.”
His wife gave a moan of helplessness and sank to the floor,
her body heaving with emotional sobs.
“Forget her, tell me more. What do they do to her?”
“They use their hands. And kiss her.”
“On the lips?”
“Sometimes. And her breasts and her… down there.”
“She’s a fucking lesbian too,” he roared incredulously. “My
wife is a fucking lesbian who uses servant girls to keep her happy.
My god, what next?” He roared at no one in particular, pushing
Aimee off his knee and walking over to his wife.
“Well, woman, what other little secrets do we keep in the
closet, eh?” He growled, poking one of her breasts with the toe of his
foot.
“Please leave me alone, Rudolpho. I can’t take any more of
your humiliation.”
“Maybe you won’t have to. When I see the Priest he will
surely agree my argument is strong enough to grant an annulment
without any trouble at all. Get out of my sight and stay there,” he said
with disgust and the poor woman ran from the room, clutching the
discarded garment to her chest.
“Do you use girls to get your pleasures, woman,” he asked
Marie boldly.
“No,” Marie cried out in shock at being asked such filth. “I do
not,” She declared.
‘Lucky you don’t or I would banish you immediately. Are any
of the other women that way inclined? Don’t like cock but use
female tongues instead? Well?”
He was getting himself so worked up he wasn’t in control of
his words anymore.
“I… I don’t… I don’t know of any,” she told him hesitantly,
clasping her husband’s arm for support.
Then they saw him relax. “Well, I guess it isn’t any great deal,
as long as they don’t stop giving it to their husbands. Maybe I’ll have
to look into what you women get up to while your hardworking
husbands are in the fields. I might be surprised,” he said with a
laugh. “Now you two women can go. I have things to tell your man.”
Marie grabbed Aimee by the arm and whisked her through the
door as quickly as she could. It wasn’t until she was home with the
door locked that she relaxed and burst into tears, holding her
daughter firmly in her arms.

Chapter Three
“Now, Sawyer, I told you there would be incentives for all the
men to improve their crop yields which in turn will give you more
money. It will be up to each man to decide for himself how he does
that and I know some will never achieve more than they do now. But
the smart ones will find ways and I think you are one of those,
Sawyer,” he said looking at the man condescendingly. “I know many
of you keep some of the crop back for yourselves but with no taxes to
pay, there won’t be a need to do that now. That’s one way you might
increase your results.”
“But, Sir, I never have done that. I have always been honest
with the Count. Always,” he stressed, still holding his hand to his
chest, almost pleading to be believed.
“I’m sure you do, Sawyer. But listen to what you will receive
if you do better this year. Every man who does will be granted one
night with any woman from the village. It will be his choice.”
Rudolpho watched the face before him as the man slowly took
in all the ramifications of that. Chad couldn’t believe what he had
heard.
“I beg your pardon, Sir?”
“You heard me correctly. Achieve better results than last year
and I have all those results carefully listed and I will provide you
with the woman of your choice to do with as you wish for one whole
night, from dusk to dawn. Can you think of the woman you would
choose? One you’ve lusted over in your dreams? Well?”
“But… But she wouldn’t… I mean no woman would allow…
How…? My wife; she wouldn’t agree. It couldn’t be…” He felt most
uncomfortable because there was something about the way the young
master was smiling that told him the master might not be jesting.
“I promise you that will be the prize for every man in the
village who improves his harvest. I will test how much is produced
for each square cubit of your farmland and calculate the results from
that. I promise you the woman of your choosing for one night in your
own bed.”
“I could not… I couldn’t do it, Sir, I love my wife and need
no-one else.”
“Ah, but if everyone else does, and they all leave me saying
they will make sure their returns improve, you would be the only one
who doesn’t want to taste forbidden fruit. Think of a woman and tell
me her name. Think man.”
“A woman…? Oh, I can’t say, Sir.”
“Then just give me the name of any woman you know.”
Chad blanched and knew he was upsetting the young Count.
“Oh, Jim Spice’s woman, Sir.”
“Ah, the busty one. Well, I’ll put her down as your choice.
Several have chosen her, she will be busy after harvest.”
“But she would never allow…”
“It’s amazing what women will do when the circumstances
have been explained, Sawyer. But you have not heard the best news
yet. There are several more incentives for those who perform best.
For the top five, they will be given an additional one to five choices;
the top producer, will receive his normal choice of the marrieds and
then five other choices from all the eligible females, those who are
no longer virgins. Virgins remain under my protection always. So if
you become one of those five you may find yourself in the arms of a
very young lovely, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old, maybe even
younger. I’m sure there are many who lose their virginity by that age.
Does the thought of that raise your prong? Eh?” He giggled with glee
at his own wit.
“But it can’t be, Sir. How…? No man would allow… And the
Priest, he would never allow it, Sir. Have you spoken to him?”
“You are one of the last I have spoken to, Sawyer, I’ve been
going down the list alphabetically and your name is near to last.
Once I’ve explained it is for the good of the village and for
themselves as well, no-one objects at all, every man goes away happy
that they will be participating in something that will be for the
benefit of all, well, most all, anyway. I’m sure there will be a few
layabouts but when they see the rest of the village enjoying
themselves I’m sure they will change their minds too.”
“But the women; they’d never agree to anything like that.”
“Then you’d be very surprised to know that the women are far
more willing to share themselves than even the men are to accept
their incentives. Oh, the ladies will co-operate, believe me. You are
still doubtful, Sawyer?” He asked sarcastically.
Chad stared down at the floor for a long time then in a broken
voice asked, “Then that includes my wife too, Sir?”
“It includes every child-bearing woman in the village, married
or single. If the female has lost her virginity she knows the ways of
men and of course is included. I thought you would have understood
that, man,” the soon-to-be Lord said with a derisive laugh.
“Does she know yet? Has anyone chosen her? She hasn’t said
anything to me, Sir.”
“Oh, she’s been chosen, several times. She will know
tomorrow. Most of the women have been told and have agreed to
cooperate fully after it was explained to them and I know your wife is
wise enough to understand as well. Send her here at nine o’clock in
the morning. Her daughter is to come too for I have female things to
say to her as well.”
“She is still a virgin, Sir. She doesn’t have to participate, you
said so yourself.” Chad felt weak from the thoughts that were
roaming through his brain. He felt sick at the thought of sharing his
dear wife with anyone, let alone some of the uncouth oafs in the
village.
“Sir, I don’t want my wife to… To… To, you know, with
others.”
“To fuck other men? Is that what you mean, Sawyer? You
don’t wish your wife to join all the other women who have agreed
wholeheartedly to offer themselves for the good of the whole
community? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’m begging you, Sir, to leave us in peace. Do not impose
such dreadful rules, not just about my wife but the other women as
well. We can work harder without the need to give our women up.”
Chad was near to tears and on bent knee, he looked pleadingly up at
the ruthless man who would soon be his ruler.
“I know you say you’ll work harder but if there were no
incentives your resolve would soon fail and I would be left with
fewer yields than I expect of you. I haven’t seen any other men
whimpering the way you are and certainly none of the women have
objected, in fact after the arrangements were explained, most left
with a wide smile on their faces in anticipation of being chosen. You
have an attractive wife and she will be chosen quite often, I’m sure,
but only the top farmer will be able to choose the same woman more
than once in a year. So no man will have a monopoly over her
charms. And you will have the pleasure of someone you secretly
fancy as well. Don’t forget that, Sawyer. Nothing like a piece of
fresh fur to get the old prong fine-tuned, eh? You wife will certainly
enjoy your new vitality after that, you know she will.”
“Would it be in order to ask what happens if we do not wish
to share in the new arrangements, Sir? I am willing to pay more
taxes.”
“I’m really sorry you had to ask that, Sawyer. Here I was
thinking of you as one of my best producers and you go and ask
something like that,” He said sadly, shaking his head. Then he
looked fiercely at the man and roared, “I’ll tell you what would
happen. You would be banished, immediately. You’d lose your home
and your farm along with everything in and on the property. You
would be cast out and never allowed back. And,” he added with
increased savagery, “And I will personally make sure no other Lord
in the whole land will offer you sanctuary. Your daughter is mine
because she was born and raised on my property and you and your
wife would be left to rot in hell, for that is how your life would be.
Every vagabond who comes along will probably rape her, no matter
what she looks like simply because she’s got a cunt. Could you
imagine how weak you’ll be after, what, four or five days without
food? You wouldn’t be able to brush a fly away let alone protect her.
Just think what it would be like, man.”
“I’m sorry to upset you, Sir. I didn’t mean I wanted to refuse
your rules I just wanted to know. You wouldn’t really keep one’s
children, would you, Sir?”
“Keep? Of course I would, they’re mine anyway, by
birthright. You weren’t born here so I have no rights over you once
you leave the village but I do own your daughter and she would be
given to someone who deserves a wife more than you do, obviously.”
“No, please forgive me, your Honour. I was stupid and should
never have thought about wanting to be different. I will explain it to
my wife tonight, Sir.”
“You will do nothing of the kind. You will talk of it to no one,
not your wife tonight or even after she arrives home tomorrow. She
will not talk to you about it and you will discuss it with no one, ever.
Do I make myself quite clear, Sawyer?”
“But we have no secrets, Sir. We would not talk to anyone
else, I promise you that. Never.”
“Let me tell you this, Sawyer. One man has spoken to another
about the arrangement, I know it is true because one of my guards
heard the conversation. As soon as my father croaks and I become
Count, those two men and their women will be tried and sentenced.
Every villager will attend that trial and witness their punishment.
When I say something, Sawyer, I mean every word of it. You and the
rest of my children, for that is how I cherish them, will understand
that my decisions will be carried out.”
“Yes, Sir.” He had to bow his head because he didn’t want
the young Count to see him trembling with shock at what he had
learned.
“Very well, then I can expect your cooperation?”
Chad could only nod his head in acceptance.
“Then be off with you and till your soil well. Imagine six
fifteen-year-old girls to share your bed. Oh, one more thing. There
will be an added bonus to every father who sires a girl child, a bonus
of a virgin girl to have permanently for three months until your wife
is able to offer her services again after the birth. A rather nice
incentive, don’t you think? Now go and make sure your wife and girl
are on time tomorrow.”
Chad ran from the room and hid himself in the darkest corner
of the Castle walls. He was crying like a little child, weeping for
himself, his wife and his beautiful daughter. He saw no way out of
the vileness that was about to be brought down on the whole village.
He couldn’t believe a whole village could go about its business so
calmly after knowing what was in store

“What does he want with us tomorrow, Chad? Hasn’t he
humiliated us enough, what more can he want? What he did to our
daughter was no different to raping her, it was against her will and
ours as well but he was playing with us, knowing we wouldn’t dare
object. He won’t do anything to her tomorrow, will he? I’ll kick him
if he does,” she declared and slumped down onto a chair, holding her
face in her hands to black out the thoughts that were bubbling up in
her head. “Can you come with us? Maybe that would help.”
“I can’t, Marie. He specifically said just the two of you.”
“What did you talk about when we left? I suppose he was
telling dirty stories about Aimee or something.”
“Baby, don’t ask me now. He told me what he wanted his
farmers to produce once he takes charge and he said he would talk to
you about the women’s role in that. I don’t know exactly what he’s
going to say though.”
“Well what does he want you to do for him when he takes
control, then?”
“Marie, please don’t ask me now. We might be able to talk
later but he forbade me to tell you tonight. In fact he said neither you
nor I could talk about our discussions with him and I’m sure he’ll tell
you that tomorrow. He was very, uhm, persuasive.”
“He can be, he has rights over us we have to observe.”
“That’s very true. Oh, how I wish the old Count was not so ill.
Maybe he won’t die after all. Maybe he’ll get better and his son
won’t take charge for years.”
“Ha, some hope. I’ve heard they expect the old man to go any
hour now, so I guess we’ve just got to accept the changes, whatever
they are.” She looked for a long time at her husband who seemed
different, almost withdrawn, speaking as a friend or even an
acquaintance rather that her dear husband.
“Oh, Chad, what is going to come of us? What will it be like
when he takes over? I’m frightened for us, Chad that our wonderful
life might suddenly collapse on top of us and vanish. Am I being too
silly?”
“You’re never silly, my dear. No, I can understand what it’s
like especially after this morning. I feared for our daughter but she
seemed to come up alright, don’t you think? And after what he did to
her, the way she acted, I don’t think she’s ever touched herself like
he did and yet it didn’t seem to concern her at all.”
“She liked it, Chad. She told me she liked what he did to her
and hoped he would do it again. I think she’s fallen for him, that
bastard has won her affections. I don’t know what will become of her
when she goes back to work there tomorrow.”
“Well she won’t go to work tomorrow because she’s going
with you to see him again.”
“Oh, damn, I’d forgotten her in all this. Oh, I fear for us all.
Am I just worrying too much? I think I will really fight him if he tries
to feel her up again. It isn’t right, Chad.”
“We all know that, dear, but we are his property by law and
he can do what he likes in the end. What you must keep in mind is
that as long as we can stay together, with a roof over our heads and
food on our plate, no matter what his demands, Marie, no matter
what his demands,” he repeated, “we’ll be better off than being
thrown out of the village. Who else would take us? There are people
clamoring for a place in every Fief in the country and until they get a
place, they are nobodies. No home, no food, no family as we know it,
just derelicts and once they get that way they stay that way. We have
to hold our position here even if it means giving up some of the
freedoms we take for granted as our right. When it comes down to it,
we have no rights at all except those the Lord of the Manor allows.
Can you understand that, Marie? Please don’t fight him tomorrow.
Let’s see how it all works out before deciding to do anything rash.”
“But what if he rapes her, Chad? I think he’s quite capable of
doing that, don’t you?”
“So he rapes her and we decide to leave. Where do we go,
Marie? What do we have to take with us? Absolutely nothing. Here
we have a whole family with all we need to be happy, at least as
happy as he allows.”
“I do understand, my darling,” she said as she laid her head
on his shoulder and gave him a lingering kiss. “And I promise to
keep my cool tomorrow, no matter what. Now is that a bulge in your
trousers just for you or does my husband wish to share it around?”
She asked as she cupped her hand around his erection. “Come to
bed, darling, and it’s my turn to be on top. I want to feel your sperm
leaking out of my pussy all night.”

Chapter Four
“Ah, the beautiful wife of the Sawyer has arrived and on time
too; very good. Did your husband fuck you last night?”
“Wha…? Oh, you can’t…” She managed to get out before he
cut her off sharply.
“Now, Sawyer’s wife, don’t get aggressive with me, ever,” he
warned menacingly. “It will only give you grief. So, do you want to
answer my question sensibly or do I have to show you what happens
to uncooperative wives?”
“Oh,” she gasped, feeling herself becoming light headed and
thought she would faint if she didn’t hold onto something. She
clasped Aimee’s shoulder and managed to hold herself straight. Her
mind was buzzing with fear and knew she had to do something to
appease his anger.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for angering you, Master. It was just the
shock of hearing such… Of hearing such an intimate question.”
“So? Now you heard it, what do you say?”
Marie blushed and mumbled, “We made love, Sir.”
“So he fucked you, why can’t you women just be honest with
me? Eh”
“Uhm, it wasn’t exactly…” She didn’t know what to say.
Give him all the details or just agree and hope he never asked more.”
“It wasn’t exactly what? You made love but it wasn’t exactly
what? You sucked him off like a whore, is that it?”
Marie glanced down at her daughter who was blushing so
badly, her face glowed pink.
“No, not that. We love each other, Sir.”
“I’m getting tired of your mumbling, woman. Explain it to me
now or by the beard of my father I’ll…”
“I did it to him, Sir. On top.” Now Marie felt her face burning
with the blush that covered her whole body.
“Ha, ha, ha, that’s the best one yet. You women do stumble
over the simple act of sex, don’t you? What’s so wrong in talking to
your master, the one who has control over every aspect of your life,
about anything he wants to know? Well? You’re one of the last I
need to speak to but you’re no different to any other. They all blush
and go coy when I ask about their fucking. I need to know, you see.
That’s why I ask. I need to know everything my people do and I
don’t take kindly to those who try to hide truths from me. Are you
clear on that now, woman?”
“Yes, Sir, I do understand. It’s just so difficult to tell someone
about such private things.”
“Well you’ve done it now so it won’t be difficult in the future,
is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good, at least we’re making progress. How often do you
fuck?”
The question was asked so quickly it took her several
moments to comprehend and her eyes opened wide in shock. He
watched her and sighed when he knew she had capitulated. God, it
was easy to persuade these women. So, damn easy, he thought to
himself.
“We… We do it… Uhm, we do it three or four times a week,
Sir,” she said, looking down at the floor, unable to look at either him
or her daughter. All that was running through her mind was what
Chad had told her last night. Agree with all he said and see how
things turn out. Marie knew very well that they would have no
chance of living any life at all if the master threw them off their land.
No chance at all.
“That pleases me, woman. At least you don’t hold back, do
you? Give it to him whenever he wants it, is that how it is?”
“Yes.”
“How does he like it best?”
“Best…? Oh,” she gasped but knew she was going to tell him
anything he wanted to know. She raised her eyes to the ceiling as
though thinking and stated, “I think he likes my mouth the best, Sir.”
“So you do act the whore for him.”
“Yes,” she conceded.
“What else?”
“Oh, I haven’t stopped him from anything, Sir,” she
answered, her eyes closed tightly to stop the tears.
“Ah, so he buggers you too?”
“Sometimes.”
“Does he ever give you pleasure? You know what I mean,
don’t you?”
“I think… Yes, I usually climax. He likes to give me
pleasure.”
“Do you let the girl watch?”
“Oh, God,” she pleaded. “Please don’t involve my daughter,
she is so young.”
“It sounds as though she does watch you rutting about the
house. Do you like watching Mummy and Daddy fucking, little
one?”
“No, I never have,” Aimee cried out.
“Then woman, of Sawyer, you should be more careful,” he
said with obvious glee.
“No, she never sees us, Sir. We go to bed behind a curtain,”
Marie stated quickly.
“Ah, I see. But you hear them, girl?”
Aimee blushed and bit her top lip as she nodded her reply.
“Do they groan and moan? Does your Mummy scream out in
passion?”
“Oh, God, no,” Marie cried, almost out of control at what this
beast was doing to her daughter.
“Yes,” Aimee answered almost silently.
“Then I believe you may be one of the Village’s better lovers,
Sawyer’s woman. He is a lucky man.”
Marie knew he was for she loved her husband so much.
Whether they would be lucky for much longer was now up to the
God’s… and to this vile man, were the thoughts running through her
mind.
“Of all the things your husband does, behind that curtain, I
need to know which you enjoy the most, woman.” He stared coolly at
her, waiting for her to object once again. Daring her to.
Marie glanced across at Aimee then looked up to the roof
again, tears forming in each eye as the indignity of his probing
became worse and worse.
“Please, do I have to tell you?” she asked in a voice that
almost squeaked.
“Dear woman, you never have to do anything, nothing at all,
if you don’t wish to. It’s just that the consequences of not doing as I
ask may be very much worse than you could ever imagine. You
decide whether or not you wish to answer my question. Go on,
decide away.” His face carried an evil smile, almost as though he
were hoping she would refuse.
“No, I will tell. It is when… Oh, it’s so difficult. When he
pinches my, uhm, my nipples very hard while he thrusts into me.”
Her face was red with shame and she just couldn’t look towards him,
hating to see the glee on his face.
“Well, well, sensitive tits, eh. I’ll remember that when the
time comes. So we’d better move on for we have much to discuss
yet. You lead me to believe your daughter is a virgin, is that
correct?”
“Yes, Sir,” Marie said, feeling a trickle of sweat run down her
spine as the subject passed to Aimee.
“Do you know for sure? Have you tested her?”
“Tested her…? Oh, no, never. I just know she has never
allowed anyone to come near her.”
“Are you a virgin, Aimee. Have you kept yourself pure?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said almost proudly.
“Then remove your pantaloons please.”
“Take them off? Oh,” the girl almost swooned. She may have
been innocent but she suspected this man, who made her feel so nice
yesterday, was going to do something even her mother had never
done.
“Be quick about it, girl,” he replied abruptly.
“Please let me check her, please, Master. She has never been
touched, I know it.”
“Hurry up, girl, uncover your nether regions or I will do it for
you.”
Aimee knew better than to dispute him any further and
reached down to loosen the strings that held her undergarment in
place. She felt so stupid pulling them down while both her mother
and the master looked on.
“Now come and sit on my knee again, just like last time.”
Both Marie and Aimee knew what he would do next and he
wasted no time in beginning.”
“Open wide, little girl. I have to be sure. I’ve found several
girls who professed to be virgins, had in fact told lies and had been
very naughty girls instead,” he said as his hand slid along the soft
inner thigh. “Virgin girls are very precious and have my special
protection. If you are truly a virgin as you say, you will be under my
protection from this time until you give your purity away to the one
who most deserves that privilege.”
He watched her face as his hand finally touched the parting of
her legs. Her hands hanging down at her sides, eyes looking straight
ahead as if in a trance, she made no move to stop him. The twelve
year old felt his finger touch the lips of her pusspuss and lightly
stroked up and down for some time before he intruded further. She
remained quite still, waiting for the pain she knew would come when
he pushed inside her but determined not to let him see how
frightened she was.
“Regular little iceberg, aren’t we?” He said with a soft laugh.
“You liked it much more yesterday when I only stroked over your
pants, didn’t you? Well?”
“I’m frightened, Master,” she finally admitted.
Just then a loud beating at the door came to their attention as a
man’s voice sought audience with the young Master.
“Oh, shit, what is it, you ass?” He called out, removing his
hand from her vagina and pushing her off his knee.
“I’m sorry, Master but I came the instant… I’m sorry to tell
you, Sir, the Count is dead. You are now the Count von Heppte. I am
your humble servant, Master.”
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