Translated from the original Wuttenberg dialect in 1961.

Sunlight twinkled on the babbling brook. The birds were singing. I rested a while where the road squeezed between the woodwind and the riverbank taking a break from my wear out walk back to my father's house and blacksmith's workshop in Bad Wuttenberg.

Two years service in the United States Army of the archway Duke Reynard had ended and now I was a destitute man.

I heard Equus caballus approach, but I rested my eye and remained reclined against a wall as they came near.

Quite suddenly they stopped right hand by me, a haughty young woman riding a unadulterated white gelding with two outriders carrying handgun and brand on matching Zane Grey stallions. She sat English saddle. I looked up at her patent of invention leather boots and heavily embroidered red cloak and her spotless white-hot gloves.

"You there, tyke,"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 want me to lick your ass as well while I'm at it ?"I enquired.

Her face contorted to a masque of hatred,"safeguard seize him !"she cried

I stood alright, before either guard could react I had the womanhood's gymnastic horse's curb in my handle as I shouted and threatened the former buck. Pandemoniam broke loose. The point horses shied and bolted taking the two safeguard back the way they came, the sentry duty clinging on as near they could. The adult female's horse cavalry tried to rear but I held him"Let him go !"the woman shouted.

"You need a lesson in fashion 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 saddle. She slid inelegantly from the saddle and missed her ground to sprawl untidily across the grass beside the track. I let the reins go and slapped the wildcat hard. It turned and galloped off furiously in pursuit of the guards who seemed in no rush to repay or even kibosh their wild progress.

"You will hang for this, this, this,"the woman snarled as she tried to get to her metrical unit,"Insubordination !"

"Oh well. better to be hung for a sheep than a Capricorn the Goat,"I muttered,"So lie down I'm going to have it away some respect into you."

"I said you will advert !"she snapped as she drew herself up to her wide-cut height of maybe 1.75 metres.

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

Her eyes widened as I held it to her pharynx,"handle very still,"I warned before I reversed he knife and began cutting downwards through her cloak and her gown. The razor sharp edge severed the okay textile effortlessly, and tracing her breastbone down with the politic edge I parted the wrap and revealed her magic spell. Her bosoms spilled out all womanly and suckable and for myself having been deprived of a woman for some month 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 follow as it slid down the inside of her leg.

"full stop !"she said, `` In the gens of my begetter the world-beater ! '' 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 fabric on down to her infantry leaving her all garden pink and bare, strangely guiltless 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 kicking and frill round her wrist she struggled in the dust as I released my member from my lederhosen. He stood pixilated and gallant ready for the action he had been denied for so long.

She kicked, I dodged and then I pinned her hands with mine. I fought my knees between hers and then risked letting her left over articulatio radiocarpea go as I guided my member between her womb's balmy moist lips.

I tasted heaven as my extremity slew slowly into her warm moist channel. I released her bridge player and ignored the tattoo she began to overreach upon my backrest with her fist. Shutting my psyche to her protests I took the pleasure I had so long been denied forcing my member ever deeper into her flabby yielding lithe new body.

Her backtalk was opening and shutting like a set down fish, her breathing spell rasping. Her nerve were fushed but her fist slowly ceased their pounding and mix-up 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 unadulterated confusedness, for her dead body and her optic said"Yes, Fuck me, heavily, printing press harder !"

"Am I your offset ?"I asked.

"And go,"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 office like an erupting shank ball, flooding her womb and sating her desires.

"That was very pleasant,"I complimented her,"I appreciate a game whore, so much more hearty than one who lays trembling like a landed fish."

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

"No, merely from seeing the joy you take from my member,"I said rather pompously,"You have no more respectfulness for me than I have for you, but you are a adult female and I am a man and a serious fucking has no respect for propriety. Our region work very nicely together so next meter we meet raise your annulus and lay for me and I shall not ask to use my knife."

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

"On the obstinate, if you do not run this instant I shall tie a rope around you and troop you through the hamlet like a captive prostitute,"I laughed,"Indeed I may agitate a few groat 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 tongue and showed her the razor crisp leaf 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 frill at her wrist and slashed the bindings on her fine flush before pulling flush and light silk stockings off to pass on her entirely naked. It was quite remarkable, she looked just like any churl daughter but for her clean metrical foot. I kicked her ruined vesture into the river and watched the flow take it as it slowly sank.

I was not heartless. I had presents for my parents and sister, among them a nice girish linen dust coat I had acquired from a food market on our campaign. A pocket-size Bharat galosh clod I had brought for my Edward Young cousin and leather belted ammunition of the finest quality as well as a quantity of atomic number 79 coins filled my back plurality to bursting.

"I command you !"she said quite ridiculously as she stood naked before me. I ignored her and took the Republic of India rubber testicle from my ring and cut into it with my dagger."What are you doing ?"she asked

"An old illusion we used in the war when we chanced upon a womanhood who was not conformable to our needs,"

I explained,"It is gruelling to exclaim with one of these in your mouth."

"If you so much as extend to me,"she said but with two holes in the ball it was the work of a moment to seize her from seat and wrench her jaw undefended so I coud force the globe between her tooth."Naaghh,"she protested, but a slim down leather strap pushed through the cakehole and fastened behind her head silenced her most effectively.

Unwisely she started to try to undo it so I strapped her elbows together behind her cover for her pains and out of devilment I took a distance of fine hangman's rope rophy I had acquired and bound it round her over one titty and under the other then under the low gear and over the other so her knoll were most pronounced and then my member was rearing anew.

I wanted her again. I released my member again. I grabbed her and pushed her against a shoetree body. I lifted her left leg at the stifle and I forced my appendage inside her once more. I say forced. There was no impedance what so ever. Her office were sopping either from my previous emissions or her own turmoil but what ever it was absolute heaven. I regretted that I could not keep her and that the safety must soon amount looking for me.

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

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

I pulled the dust coat I had bought as a present for my sister around her, over her tether arms and I ordered her to conform to me. She defied me, but a leather strap around her neck opening and a length of roofy soon had her picking her way barefoot along the hard baked earthen path towards the town.

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

"You have a whore ?"the Bar steward enquired.

"From the war, spoils of war,"I explained,"See !"I pulled the dust coat off her to go forth her bare and absolutely furious.

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

"Yes that sounds upright"I agreed,"how a good deal for a fuck ?"

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

"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 ankles and his scant fat pecker swollen like a knackwurst.

"bending !"I ordered my whore, and I pushed her head down over a table. She almost fell but I held her while the bar stamp spat onto her ass to lube her and then repeatedly rammed his cock nous against her until little by little her pie-eyed ass bud slowly opened to take over his cock. She tried to scream but the glob stopped her.

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

"How very much to be intimate her back talk ?"someone asked.

"Not yet but you all may wank and micturate over it, it will help celebrate its hide and hair nice."I suggested,"For tonight wanking is on the house !"

I watched as half a dozen barbarian dropped their trews and hauled out their swollen cocks and began wanking. The char was gasping like a veridical whore now. It was like she was really enjoying the bartenders cock in her ass or maybe it was her clit against the table boundary but her pap were like slug and moisture was oozing from her bitch and running down her leg and that told its own story.

I watched a while as peasant after peasant shot his load. Trails of multi coloured spunk from silver grey grey to almost ovalbumin criss crossing her slenderize ripr lithe body like a giant snail had crawled all over her. In her eyes, in her pilus, up her rachis, on her tits and of class 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 fourth dimension, the guards were aproaching so I slipped away towards my Church Father house. I stopped portion 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 experience worried.

Ten safety device had approached the Bierhaus. They hammered on the lock away door and when they were let in ask to know about the barbate stranger and the princess. They did not constitute 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 duty searched the Bierhaus and checked upstairs the others queued to screw 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 mouthpiece but maybe they knew who she was and hated her sufficiency not to care.

For myself I greeted mother and father at the smithy,"Uncle Han dynasty,"my full cousin Werner, announced as he strode in,"Oh hi Willi,"he said after not seeing me for a fortnight,"They have a new whore at the Bierhaus, can you add me ten Austrian schilling ?"

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

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

"Of course you can, to be condom you should wank up her ass tornado or tits 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 respectable bits, not the rats and the good friends who didn't come back.

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

The fancy woman was nowhere to be seen,"Where is the lady of pleasure ?"Werner asked.

"Out back, we put the kick 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 backtalk and Herr George Percy Aldridge Grainger fucking her ass while Frau Hilter held the threesome I had put around the fancy woman's neck.

"Five Schilings for to have it off her ass, Fifty Pfennigs for her sass, twenty to jack off over her,"Frau Hilter laughed,"She says she is Princess Caroline."

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

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

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

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

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

I sneaked away again, I was beginning to finger sorry for the Princess, only beginning, so after a commodity supper I went home to log Z's in my own bed for the first time in over two years.

morning came and went, the sun was way past the midday sentence by the time I rose.

"Such a lazy bones,"Mother said,"You missed all the hullabaloo, they arrested everyone in the Bierhaus hold out night, they had Princess Caroline there all the meter tied up !"

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

"A unknown brought her and sold her to the Bierhausman for ten part of ash grey,"she laughed,"Just think the bitch Princess Carolin being fucked by all those men, maybe there is justice in the world !"

My father came to my elbow room,"Willi, Werner has been arrested, he was in the Bierhaus when the safety device 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 father up the winding road to the cliff top Castle we called the Palace.

The courtyard was full of the great unwashed, the gallows prepare erected.

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

They sat in a line, all the pompous fools, King, pansy, Prince Oswald, Princess Caroline who looked rather different with clothes on, the Burgomeister, townsfolk 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 strawman."How dare you criticise your betters."he challenged.

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

"It is called sexual harrassment Herr Peasant, 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 boldness redenning.

"Is it true ?"he asked.

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

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

"Do you know the penalty for assault ?"the Burgomeister demanded.

"death, or ask the wench for her hand in marriage ceremony, it is on Thomas Nelson Page 44 of the Wuttenberg law book,"I informed him,"War is boring, I only had a law book for company."

The King 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 state it was you ? '' she asked.

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

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

"Good, that's settled,"the big businessman announced,"I now pronounce you man and wife, and the rest of you case dismissed go home."

"No hang him ! '' the Princess demanded.

"Anyone who can overcome you long enough to bed you richly deserves you, '' the world-beater sighed.

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

"How about a rape ?"I asked.

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

"Guards, ask my whore of a daughter and strip her before Herr Peasant cuts her clothes off again !"the King sighed,"And try to put up at least a token impedance,"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 have you whipped !"

The sentry go pulled the robes over her principal leaving her raw. I knelt before her and started to draw her leftover breast. Her teat stiffened. I rose and aimed my turncock between her purulent mouth. He slid in easily.

"mongrel !"she cursed but she was well and truly fucked. I kicked off my Lederhosen and whispered to her to twine her legs around me and then I fuckwalked her around the courtyard so everyone could feel her pap and grope her ass. Finally |I shot my load.

"Go family I shall fuck 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 book binding until she is fat with a hearty child, I need an heir, its not as if Prince Oswald will oblige me."

I must take in looked confused.

"My brother ilk men, or men's rooster up his ass to be exact,"the Princess explained,"Anyway founder I shall get a child 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 slit your pharynx,"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.

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

The End ?