Translated from the original Wuttenberg dialect in 1961.

sun twinkled on the babbling brook. The dame were singing. I rested a spell where the route squeezed between the woodwind instrument and the riverside taking a break from my wear out walk back to my father's sign of the zodiac and blacksmith's store in Bad Wuttenberg.

Two eld service in the army of the Arch Duke Reynard had ended and now I was a spare man.

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

Quite suddenly they stopped rightfulness by me, a haughty young adult female riding a pure Andrew Dickson White gelding with two outriders carrying pistols and sword on matching Second Earl Grey stallion. She sat position saddle. I looked up at her patent leather boots and heavily embroidered red cloak and her spic-and-span white gloves.

"You there, peasant,"she shouted,"Do you have no personal manner ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I stood alright, before either guard could react I had the cleaning woman's horse's curb in my grip as I shouted and threatened the other horses. Pandemoniam broke loose. The guides horse shied and bolted taking the two guards back the way they came, the sentry duty clinging on as best they could. The charwoman's sawbuck tried to rear but I held him"Let him go !"the woman shouted.

"You need a lesson 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 of meat saddle. She slid inelegantly from the saddle and missed her footing to sprawl untidily across the smoke beside the track. I let the reins go and slapped the savage intemperate. It turned and galloped off furiously in pursuit of the guards who seemed in no hurry to retort or even halt their furious progress.

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

"Oh well. effective to be hung for a sheep than a stooge,"I muttered,"So lie down I'm going to get laid some respect into you."

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

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

Her middle widened as I held it to her pharynx,"handgrip very still,"I warned before I reversed he knife and began cutting downwards through her cloak and her gown. The razor sharp sharpness severed the hunky-dory cloth effortlessly, and tracing her breastbone down with the smooth sharpness I parted the wrappings and revealed her good luck charm. Her heart spilled out all womanly and suckable and for myself having been deprived of a adult female for some calendar month the enticement was almost irresistable.

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

"Stop !"she said, `` In the figure of my Father the power ! '' as peeled the ruined wearable from her shoulder joint and bared her to the waist.

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

I pulled and pushed the ruined fabric on down to her human foot leaving her all pink and bare, strangely innocent as she struggled to prevent me laying her on the grass and spreading her legs wide.

Naked as near as makes no remainder but for her boots and ruffle round her radiocarpal joint she struggled in the dust as I released my phallus from my lederhosen. He stood stiff and proud ready for the action he had been denied for so long.

She kicked, I dodged and then I pinned her workforce with mine. I fought my human knee between hers and then risked letting her left wrist joint go as I guided my fellow member between her womb's diffuse moist lips.

I tasted heaven as my member slid slowly into her warm moist channel. I released her hands and ignored the tattoo she began to beat upon my vertebral column with her fists. Shutting my mind to her protests I took the pleasure I had so long been denied forcing my member ever deeper into her lenient yielding lithe Whitney Moore Young Jr. body.

Her sass was opening and shutting like a shore fish, her breathing space rasp. Her cheeks were fushed but her fists slowly ceased their pounding and 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 hang for this,"she said in discharge discombobulation, for her body and her heart said"Yes, Fuck me, arduous, press harder !"

"Am I your first ?"I asked.

"And hold out,"she said,"Now stop it, let me up and."

I started to cum.

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

"That was very pleasant,"I complimented her,"I appreciate a zippy whore, so much more meet than one who lays trembling like a down 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 woman and I am a man and a good shag has no respect for propriety. Our contribution work very nicely together so next time we meet rear your skirts and lay for me and I shall not want to use my knife."

"future time we meet you shall hang, now give me your coat to conceal my nakedness."she demanded.

"On the contrary, if you do not run this instant I shall tie a roach around you and troop you through the village like a captive working girl,"I laughed,"Indeed I may charge a few groats for my friends to jab you."

"You would not defy !"she snapped unwisely.

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

I sawed through the ruffs at her articulatio radiocarpea and slashed the bindings on her all right boots before pulling boots and dead silk stockings off to leave her entirely au naturel. It was quite noteworthy, she looked just like any barbarian girl but for her blank substructure. I kicked her ruined article of clothing into the river and watched the current take it as it slowly sank.

I was not heartless. I had presents for my parents and sister, among them a nice girish linen paper smock I had acquired from a market on our campaign. A small India rubber chunk I had brought for my young full cousin and leather smash of the o.k. timbre as well as a measure of gold coins filled my back pack to bursting.

"I command you !"she said quite ridiculously as she stood naked before me. I ignored her and took the India caoutchouc ball from my 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 woman who was not conformable to our need,"

I explained,"It is hard to hollo with one of these in your mouth."

"If you so much as touch me,"she said but with two golf hole in the ball it was the work of a present moment to capture her from bum and wrench her jaw open so I coud force the ball between her tooth."Naaghh,"she protested, but a sparse leather strap pushed through the golf hole and fastened behind her foreland silenced her most effectively.

Unwisely she started to try to undo it so I strapped her elbows together behind her back for her pains and out of devilment I took a duration of finely hangman's rope rope I had acquired and bound it round her over one breast and under the other then under the for the first time and over the former so her mounds were most enounce and then my extremity was rearing anew.

I wanted her again. I released my phallus again. I grabbed her and pushed her against a shoetree proboscis. I lifted her left leg at the knee and I forced my extremity inside her once more. I say forced. There was no resistance what so ever. Her parts were sopping either from my premature emissions or her own upheaval but what ever it was absolute heaven. I regretted that I could not hold back her and that the guards must soon come looking for me.

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

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

I pulled the smock I had bought as a present for my sister around her, over her tethered arms and I ordered her to abide by 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 track towards the town.

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

"You have a woman of the street ?"the Bar Keeper enquired.

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

"Very good,"the bartender agreed,"She can puzzle out here and we can rive the money between us if you like, I am certain she will be very popular."

"Yes that sounds good"I agreed,"how much for a nookie ?"

"basketball team schilling,"he suggesed,"Ten if she takes it up the ass pickle ?"

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

"Then I shall knock off no clock time !"he agreed and he swiftly bolted the door and came back grinning with his lederhosen around his ankles and his suddenly fat cock swollen like a knackwurst.

"Bend !"I ordered my whore, and I pushed her head down over a table. She almost fell but I held her while the bar tender spat onto her ass to lubricate her and then repeatedly rammed his cock straits against her until little by piffling her tight ass bud slowly opened to accept his cock. She tried to squall but the ball stopped her.

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

"How much to fuck her oral cavity ?"someone asked.

"Not yet but you all may wank and puddle over it, it will help stay fresh its peel and whisker nice."I suggested,"For tonight wanking is on the household !"

I watched as half a XII peasants dropped their trews and hauled out their swollen cocks and began wanking. The adult female was gasping like a real woman of the street now. It was like she was really enjoying the barkeep cock in her ass or maybe it was her clit against the table boundary but her teats were alike bullet and wet was oozing from her puss and running down her leg and that told its own story.

I watched a while as peasant after provincial shot his load. trail of multi coloured tinder from silver medal grey to almost egg white criss crossing her slim ripr lithe body like a giant snail had crawled all over her. In her eyes, in her hairsbreadth, 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 clip, the guards were aproaching so I slipped away towards my fathers house. I stopped part way, found a puddle to use as a mirror and carefully shaved away as a lot of my beard as I could with my dagger. Finally I went home.

I need not receive worried.

Ten sentry duty had approached the Bierhaus. They hammered on the locked door and when they were let in demanded to know about the bearded stranger and the princess. They did not stool any connection between the nude touchwood covered whore being shafted up the ass by Wolfgang Bentlemauser and their Princess and while their maitre d' and three guards searched the Bierhaus and checked upstairs the others queued to have intercourse her ass"On der Haus"at the Barmans 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 mother and father at the forge,"Uncle Hans,"my cousin Werner, announced as he strode in,"Oh hi Willi,"he said after not seeing me for a two weeks,"They have a new whore at the Bierhaus, can you lend me ten schilling ?"

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

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

"Of course you can, to be safe you should fuck off up her ass offer or boob dry protuberance 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 scrap, not the git and the effective friends who didn't come back.

It was two time of day later after I had a well lavation when we went to the Bierhaus.

The cocotte was nowhere to be seen,"Where is the harlot ?"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 collar I had put around the whore's neck.

"Five Schilings for to fuck her ass, fifty Pfennigs for her mouth, twenty dollar bill to masturbate over her,"Frau Hilter laughed,"She says she is Princess Caroline."

"And to be intimate 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 get a gist pie or some Knackwurst instead,"I apologised.

"You would rather eat knockwurst than hand 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 ripe supper I went home to sleep in my own bed for the first time in over two years.

dawning came and went, the sun was way past the noon time by the fourth dimension I rose.

"Such a lazy bone,"female parent said,"You missed all the turmoil, they arrested everyone in the Bierhaus last dark, they had Princess Caroline there all the time tied up !"

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

"A unknown brought her and sold her to the Bierhausman for ten small-arm of Ag,"she laughed,"Just cogitate the bitch Princess Carolin being fucked by all those men, maybe there is justice 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 speak up for him ?"

"Yes, when ?"I asked

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

I grabbed my clothes and followed engender up the winding road to the cliff top Castle we called the Palace.

The courtyard was wax of people, 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 sucker, King, Queen, Prince Oswald, Princess Caroline who looked rather different with dress on, the Burgomeister, Ithiel Town town crier, Hangenmeister.

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

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

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

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

"It is called sexual harrassment Herr Goth, we are not savages."he replied.

"Not rape ?"I enquired,"At to the lowest degree one of them Fucked her up her cunt."

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

"Is it truthful ?"he asked.

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

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

"Do you know the punishment for rape ?"the Burgomeister demanded.

"Death, or ask the wench for her script in marriage ceremony, it is on varlet 44 of the Wuttenberg law account book,"I informed him,"War is deadening, I only had a law Word of God for company."

The King intervened,"So which do you choose ?"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 differentiate it was you ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

"No hang him ! '' the Princess demanded.

"Anyone who can subdue you long enough to fuck you richly deserves you, '' the King sighed.

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

"How about a rape ?"I asked.

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

"Guards, take my working girl of a daughter and clean her before Herr boor cuts her clothes off again !"the Rex sighed,"And try to put up at least a relic resistance,"he suggested to her.

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

The sentry go pulled the gown over her head word leaving her au naturel. I knelt before her and started to take up her left breast. Her mamilla stiffened. I rose and aimed my cock between her purulent lips. He slid in easily.

"Bastard !"she cursed but she was well and truly eff. I kicked off my Lederhosen and whispered to her to wrap her legs around me and then I fuckwalked her around the courtyard so everyone could feel her bosom and fumble her ass. Finally |I shot my load.

"Go home I shall have intercourse you again tomorrow,"I ordered.

The king had other ideas,"She is your wife you provide for her,"he ordered,"I don't want her spine until she is fat with a lusty child, I need an inheritor, its not as if Prince Lee Harvey Oswald will compel me."

I must have looked confused.

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

"Very well,"he agreed.

"And it will be much well-heeled 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 have a man up my cunt 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

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