Translated from the original Wuttenberg dialect in 1961.

sunshine twinkled on the babbling creek. The birds were singing. I rested a spell where the road squeezed between the Sir Henry Joseph Wood and the riverbank taking a break from my jade walk of life back to my father's house and blacksmith's shop in Bad Wuttenberg.

Two yr service in the USA of the arch Duke Reynard had ended and now I was a dislodge man.

I heard horses approach path, but I rested my eyes and remained reclined against a wall as they came near.

Quite suddenly they stopped right by me, a haughty untried cleaning woman riding a pure white gelding with two outriders carrying shooting iron and brand on matching grey entire. She sat side saddle. I looked up at her patent leather rush and heavily embroidered red cloak and her spotless flannel gloves.

"You there, provincial,"she shouted,"Do you birth no personal manner ?"

"Who me ?"I enquired as I looked as she sneered at me, her face a masquerade of disapproval.

"Yes you, now stand up and bow to me as you should,"she snapped.

'' And why should I ? '' I asked.

"Do you want me to drub your ass as well while I'm at it ?"I enquired.

Her typeface contorted to a mask of hatred,"Guards seize him !"she cried

I stood alright, before either safety could react I had the woman's sawhorse's bridle in my grip as I shouted and threatened the other horses. Pandemoniam broke loose. The guides buck shied and bolted taking the two guards back the way they came, the guards clinging on as best they could. The fair sex's sawbuck tried to rear but I held him"Let him go !"the womanhood shouted.

"You need a moral in manners first !"I exclaimed and I grabbed the reins from her and released the bridle.

He shied and reared immediately throwing her off balance as she sat side bicycle seat. She slid inelegantly from the saddleback and missed her footing to sprawl untidily across the grass beside the track. I let the reins go and slapped the beast hard. It turned and galloped off furiously in pursuit of the guards who seemed in no hurry to return or even halt their infuriated progress.

"You will hang for this, this, this,"the cleaning woman snarled as she tried to get to her feet,"rebelliousness !"

"Oh well. safe to be hung for a sheep than a Capricorn the Goat,"I muttered,"So lie down I'm going to fuck some respectfulness into you."

"I said you will hang !"she snapped as she drew herself up to her wax height of maybe 1.75 metres.

I pulled my dagger from its sheath,"Really ?"I asked.

Her eye widened as I held it to her throat,"cargo area very still,"I warned before I reversed he stab and began cutting downwards through her cloak and her nightgown. The razor sharply edge severed the hunky-dory fabric effortlessly, and tracing her breastbone down with the smooth edge I parted the wrap and revealed her charms. Her bosoms spilled out all womanly and suckable and for myself having been deprived of a woman for some months the temptation was almost irresistable.

"No"She protested but I cut further and down beyond her belly until the blade found no more body to keep abreast as it slid down the interior of her leg.

"Stop !"she said, `` In the name of my Father the mogul ! '' as peeled the ruined clothing from her articulatio humeri and bared her to the waist.

'' Princess eh ? '' I queried, `` I never fucked one of those before. ``

I pulled and pushed the ruined material on down to her feet leaving her all pinko and bare, strangely innocent as she struggled to forbid me laying her on the grass and spreading her legs wide.

Naked as near as makes no difference but for her boots and ruffs round her wrist she struggled in the junk as I released my member from my lederhosen. He stood stiff and lofty ready for the action he had been denied for so long.

She kicked, I dodged and then I pinned her mitt with mine. I fought my human knee between hers and then risked letting her left radiocarpal joint go as I guided my member between her uterus's delicate moist lips.

I tasted heaven as my penis slid slowly into her fond moist channel. I released her hands and ignored the tattoo she began to puzzle upon my back with her fists. Shutting my mind to her protests I took the joy I had so long been denied forcing my member ever deeper into her diffuse yielding lithe young body.

Her lip was opening and shutting like a landed fish, her breath rasping. Her cheeks were fushed but her fists slowly ceased their buffeting and mental confusion clouded her eyes.

"It is all right, you can let it out, there is no one hear,"I assured her.

"I hate you, stop, You will pay heed for this,"she said in complete confusion, for her body and her oculus said"Yes, shtup me, severely, press harder !"

"Am I your first ?"I asked.

"And shoemaker's last,"she said,"Now stop it, let me up and."

I started to cum.

"Oh god no !"she protested, but my cum was blasting into her parts like an erupting cannon ball, flooding her womb and sating her desires.

"That was very pleasant,"I complimented her,"I appreciate a spirited whore, so much more live up to than one who lays trembling like a bring fish."

"Pleasant ?"she demanded,"You take pleasure from humlliating me ?"

"No, merely from seeing the pleasure you take from my appendage,"I said rather pompously,"You have no more respect for me than I have for you, but you are a fair sex and I am a man and a good fuck has no respect for propriety. Our parts work very nicely together so adjacent prison term we meet advance your skirts and lay for me and I shall not need to use my knife."

"Next time we meet you shall hang, now give me your pelage to enshroud my nakedness."she demanded.

"On the contrary, if you do not run this instant I shall tie a Mexican valium around you and parade you through the village like a captive cocotte,"I laughed,"Indeed I may accuse a few groats for my friends to poke you."

"You would not dare !"she snapped unwisely.

"Really, well we shall see about that,"I answered. I took my knife and showed her the razor crisp blade once again,"Now do not say you would rather die or I may well acceed to your wish and slice your throat, now hold still."

I sawed through the ruffs at her wrists and slashed the bindings on her ticket rush before pulling boots and short silk stockings off to result her entirely defenseless. It was quite singular, she looked just like any tyke lady friend but for her fair feet. I kicked her ruined vesture into the river and watched the current require it as it slowly sank.

I was not heartless. I had present tense for my parents and sister, among them a courteous girish linen smock I had acquired from a market on our campaign. A lowly Bharat arctic orb I had brought for my young cousin-german and leather belts of the ok quality as well as a amount of gold coins filled my hind pack to bursting.

"I command you !"she said quite ridiculously as she stood au naturel before me. I ignored her and took the Bharat rubber egg from my face pack and cut into it with my dagger."What are you doing ?"she asked

"An old trick we used in the war when we chanced upon a charwoman who was not amenable to our need,"

I explained,"It is difficult to shout with one of these in your mouth."

"If you so much as touch me,"she said but with two holes in the nut it was the work of a moment to assume her from rump and wrench her jaw clear so I coud pressure the ball between her dentition."Naaghh,"she protested, but a flimsy leather strap pushed through the jam and fastened behind her foreland silenced her most effectively.

Unwisely she started to try to unmake it so I strapped her elbows together behind her book binding for her pains and out of roguishness I took a length of exquisitely hemp roofy I had acquired and bound it round her over one bosom and under the other then under the first and over the other so her mounds were most articulate and then my fellow member was rearing anew.

I wanted her again. I released my fellow member again. I grabbed her and pushed her against a corner trunk. I lifted her left leg at the knee and I forced my phallus inside her once more. I say forced. There was no resistance what so ever. Her parts were sopping either from my previous emissions or her own excitement but what ever it was absolute heaven. I regretted that I could not go along her and that the precaution must soon come in looking for me.

She looked me right in the eye and her physical structure matched mimer thrust for thrust as we conjoined. I marvelled that no one had found us thus far and when I finally let fly her eyes rolled as if in ecstasy.

One matter still marked her out as aristocracy, her neatly plaited hair. My knife soon changed that as the pig poop fell away leaving her hair untidy as any peasant maiden though perhaps somewhat cleaner.

I pulled the smock I had bought as a present for my Sister around her, over her tethered blazon and I ordered her to follow me. She defied me, but a leather strap around her neck and a length of rope soon had her picking her way barefoot along the hard baked earthen itinerary towards the town.

I went straight to the Bierhaus."Some cheap wine-coloured for my whore, if you please"I ordered

"You have a cocotte ?"the Bar Keeper enquired.

"From the war, spoil of war,"I explained,"See !"I pulled the smock off her to bequeath her naked and absolutely furious.

"Very good,"the Bartender agreed,"She can mould here and we can split the money between us if you like, I am certain she will be very popular."

"Yes that sounds honorable"I agreed,"how much for a roll in the hay ?"

"Five Austrian schilling,"he suggesed,"Ten if she takes it up the ass hole ?"

"No, she is still an ass virgin, she is saving her ass for a special man like you to fuck."I insisted.

"Then I shall waste no time !"he agreed and he swiftly bolted the door and came back grinning with his lederhosen around his ankle and his short fat rooster swollen like a knackwurst.

"flexure !"I ordered my lady of pleasure, and I pushed her head down over a table. She almost fell but I held her while the bar legal tender pettifoggery onto her ass to lube her and then repeatedly rammed his stopcock head against her until piffling by slight her tight ass bud slowly opened to consent his cock. She tried to squall but the ball stopped her.

No one seemed to recognise me, I did not understand till I realised I had grown a beard since I left.

"How very much to fuck her sassing ?"someone asked.

"Not yet but you all may wank and pee-pee over it, it will assist keep its cutis and tomentum nice."I suggested,"For tonight wanking is on the theatre !"

I watched as half a XII peasants dropped their trews and hauled out their swollen rooster and began wanking. The woman was gasping like a real number whore now. It was like she was really enjoying the bartenders cock in her ass or maybe it was her clit against the tabular array edge but her teats were like heater and moisture was oozing from her twat and running down her leg and that told its own story.

I watched a patch as boor after peasant shot his load. Trails of multi coloured spunk from ash gray grey to almost white criss crossing her slim ripr lithe body like a giant snail had crawled all over her. In her eyes, in her tomentum, up her back, on her mammilla and of course the bartender shot his up her ass.

I realised I had tarried too long and quietly slipped out the back way.

I was just in time, the sentry go were aproaching so I slipped away towards my fathers family. I stopped office way, found a pool to use as a mirror and carefully shaved away as much of my beard as I could with my dagger. Finally I went home.

I need not feature worried.

Ten safeguard had approached the Bierhaus. They hammered on the shut up room access and when they were let in demanded to know about the bearded alien and the princess. They did not make any connection between the naked spunk covered whore being shafted up the ass by Wolfgang Bentlemauser and their Princess and while their captain and three sentry go searched the Bierhaus and checked upstairs the others queued to fuck her ass"On der Haus"at the barman invitation.

They left, but only after the other three had fucked her, I can not think why they didn't pull the gag from her mouth but maybe they knew who she was and hated her enough not to care.

For myself I greeted female parent and father at the forge,"Uncle Han,"my cousin Werner, announced as he strode in,"Oh hi Willi,"he said after not seeing me for a fortnight,"They have a new sporting lady at the Bierhaus, can you bring me ten Schillings ?"

"Dumbkopf, she will let shaft rot you fool,"I cautioned.

"Yes but Herr Bierhausmeister allows assfuckings, not cuntfucking and you can not get rooster rot from the asshole."he explained.

"Of course you can, to be safe you should wank up her ass crack or bosom dry hump her and shoot up her belly,"I suggested.

"Is no fun,"he said sadly, and then asked,"How was de war Willi ?"

I told them about the war, the good number, not the scab and the safe friends who didn't come back.

It was two hours later after I had a good wash when we went to the Bierhaus.

The whore was nowhere to be seen,"Where is the Whore ?"Werner asked.

"Out back, we put the bitch in the dog pen, she says she is Princess Caroline !"he laughed.

We went out, she was out of the doghaus with Herr Castlemeiner fucking her mouth and Herr Grainger fucking her ass while Frau Hilter held the leash I had put around the whore's neck.

"Five Schilings for to fuck her ass, 50 Pfennigs for her mouth, XX to wank over her,"Frau Hilter laughed,"She says she is Princess Caroline."

"And to bonk you Frau Hilter ?"I asked.

She grinned, she was mother's age or more,"For you Willi, I pay you !"

I saw the sign on the dog pen"Princes Cariline,"some fool had made, I wondered how they had not realised it really was her.

"I think I will own a meat pie or some Knackwurst instead,"I apologised.

"You would rather eat knackwurst than afford me a length of your knackwurst ?"she enquired and laughed.

I sneaked away again, I was beginning to feel sorry for the Princess, only beginning, so after a practiced supper I went plate to sleep in my own bed for the first gear time in over two years.

Morning came and went, the sun was way past the noon time by the time I rose.

"Such a slothful bones,"mother said,"You missed all the excitement, they arrested everyone in the Bierhaus end night, they had Princess Caroline there all the time tied up !"

"I saw they had a filthy harlot,"I agreed.

"A alien brought her and sold her to the Bierhausman for ten pieces of atomic number 47,"she laughed,"Just think the bitch Princess Carolin being fucked by all those men, maybe there is DoJ in the world !"

My father came to my room,"Willi, Werner has been arrested, he was in the Bierhaus when the guards found Princess Caroline, will you talk up for him ?"

"Yes, when ?"I asked

"Now at the Palace,"he explained,"They are to be executed."

I grabbed my clothes and followed Church Father up the winding route to the cliff top castling we called the Palace.

The courtyard was full of citizenry, the gallows ready erected.

A proclamation was read. Werner was in the waiting line for the gallows. I had a duty.

They sat in a line, all the pompous fools, King, Queen, Prince Lee Harvey Oswald, Princess Caroline who looked rather unlike with dress on, the Burgomeister, township town crier, Hangenmeister.

"Herr Burgomeister,"I yelled,"Since when has fuking a princess up the ass been treason ?"

"You, peasant, come forward,"the Burgomeister ordered me after conferring with the King.

I pushed my way to the front."How dare you criticise your betters."he challenged.

"All men are equal in the stack of Gott,"I reminded him,"Where is it written fucking a Princess up the ass is treason."

"It is called intimate harrassment Herr Peasant, we are not savages."he replied.

"Not rape ?"I enquired,"At least one of them Fucked her up her cunt."

The Burgomeister looked at Princess Caroline who stared at the ground her cheeks redenning.

"Is it reliable ?"he asked.

She nodded with the tiniest of nods."How do you know ?"he asked.

"Because I fucked her,"I explained,"And she loved it !"

"Do you know the penalisation for colza ?"the Burgomeister demanded.

"demise, or ask the wench for her hand in marriage ceremony, it is on page 44 of the Wuttenberg law al-Qur'an,"I informed him,"War is boring, I only had a law book for company."

The baron intervened,"So which do you opt ?"he asked,"Think carefully."

"Will you marry me Princess,"I asked.

"Are you serious ?"he asked.

"The one who fucked me had a beard,"the princess insisted.

"I shaved it off,"I agreed.

"Then how shall I tell it was you ? '' she asked.

"By this,"I exclaimed showing her my dagger,"And this !"I dropped my lederhosen to show my cock was quick and waiting.

"Ah that is him,"the Princess agreed,"Hang him !"

"goodness, that's settled,"the baron announced,"I now pronounce you man and married woman, and the rest of you case dismissed go home."

"No hang him ! '' the Princess demanded.

"Anyone who can subordinate you long enough to fuck you richly deserves you, '' the Billie Jean Moffitt King sighed.

"We want to see a hanging !"the peasants demanded.

"How about a rape ?"I asked.

"Rape, Rape, Rape !"the crowd chanted.

"Guards, need my cyprian of a girl and strip her before Herr Peasant cuts her apparel off again !"the queen sighed,"And try to put up at least a item resistance,"he suggested to her.

She did better than a token, she kicked and screamed,"Be still wife !"I commanded,"Now lay for me or I shall sustain you whipped !"

The safeguard pulled the gown over her head leaving her naked. I knelt before her and started to suck her left breast. Her nipple stiffened. I rose and aimed my cock between her slit lips. He slid in easily.

"Bastard !"she cursed but she was well and truly fucked. I kicked off my Lederhosen and whispered to her to enfold her wooden leg around me and then I fuckwalked her around the courtyard so everyone could feel her breast and grope her ass. Finally |I snap my load.

"Go base I shall get it on you again tomorrow,"I ordered.

The king had other theme,"She is your wife you provide for her,"he ordered,"I don't want her rachis until she is fat with a full-blooded child, I need an successor, its not as if Prince Oswald will oblige me."

I must have looked confused.

"My comrade likes men, or men's cocks up his ass to be precise,"the Princess explained,"Anyway father I shall get a fry quicker if we sleep in my own bed rather than under a tree with this peasant."

"Very well,"he agreed.

"And it will be much easier to slice your throat,"she whispered and she laughed. She looked quite pretty when she laughed."Next time you take me to the BierHaus I want to deliver a man up my puss and one up my ass and one sucking each boobie,"she cooed.

"wellspring I want you all to myself,"I countered and I kissed her

The End ?