Translated from the original Wuttenberg dialect in 1961.

Sunlight twinkled on the lallation creek. The birds were singing. I rested a while where the road squeezed between the wood and the riverside taking a suspension from my aweary walk back to my father's star sign and blacksmith's shop in Bad Wuttenberg.

Two years service in the US 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 bulwark as they came near.

Quite suddenly they stopped right by me, a haughty young charwoman riding a pure white gelding with two outriders carrying side arm and swords on matching greyness stallions. She sat English bicycle seat. I looked up at her patent of invention leather rush and heavily embroidered red cloak and her immaculate 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 masquerade party of disapproval.

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

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

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

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

I stood alright, before either sentry duty could react I had the char's cavalry's bridle in my grip as I shouted and threatened the other horse cavalry. Pandemoniam broke loose. The channelise gymnastic horse shied and bolted taking the two guards back the way they came, the safety device clinging on as best they could. The cleaning woman's horse tried to rear but I held him"Let him go !"the cleaning lady 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 proportion as she sat side saddle. She slid inelegantly from the saddleback and missed her footing to sprawl untidily across the grass beside the caterpillar track. I let the reins go and slapped the beast firmly. It turned and galloped off furiously in pursuit of the safeguard who seemed in no hurriedness to return or even stem their savage progress.

"You will pay heed for this, this, this,"the cleaning lady snarled as she tried to get to her feet,"Insubordination !"

"Oh well. better to be hung for a sheep than a goat,"I muttered,"So lie down I'm going to fuck some respect into you."

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

I pulled my sticker from its case,"Really ?"I asked.

Her eyes widened as I held it to her throat,"wait very still,"I warned before I reversed he knife and began cutting downwards through her cloak and her nightgown. The razor penetrative sharpness severed the fine cloth effortlessly, and tracing her breastbone down with the quiet edge I parted the wrappings and revealed her charms. Her titty 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 steel found no more consistency to accompany as it slid down the inside of her leg.

"Stop !"she said, `` In the name of my sire the King ! '' as peeled the ruined clothing from her berm 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 pes leaving her all pink and bare, strangely inexperienced person as she struggled to forbid me laying her on the grass and spreading her stage wide.

Naked as near as makes no difference but for her kicking and ruffs round her articulatio radiocarpea she struggled in the debris as I released my member from my lederhosen. He stood remains and lofty ready for the action he had been denied for so long.

She kicked, I dodged and then I pinned her hired man with mine. I fought my articulatio genus between hers and then risked letting her pull up stakes carpus go as I guided my fellow member between her womb's soft moist lips.

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

Her mouth was opening and shutting like a landed fish, her breath rasping. Her cheeks were fushed but her fist 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 complete confusion, for her organic structure and her eyes said"Yes, Fuck me, laborious, jam harder !"

"Am I your beginning ?"I asked.

"And last,"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 shank ball, flooding her womb and sating her desires.

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

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

"No, merely from seeing the pleasure you take from my member,"I said rather pompously,"You have no More respect for me than I have for you, but you are a cleaning woman and I am a man and a sound screwing has no obedience for propriety. Our parts work on very nicely together so next time we meet grow your chick and lay for me and I shall not postulate to use my knife."

"Next prison term we meet you shall cling, now kick in me your coat to hide my nakedness."she demanded.

"On the contrary, if you do not run this split second I shall tie a rophy around you and parade you through the hamlet like a intent working girl,"I laughed,"Indeed I may file a few groat for my friends to thump 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 sharp blade once again,"Now do not say you would rather die or I may well acceed to your want and slit your throat, now hold still."

I sawed through the ruffs at her articulatio radiocarpea and slashed the bindings on her fine boots before pulling boots and short silk stockings off to allow her entirely naked. It was quite remarkable, she looked just like any provincial miss but for her clean human foot. I kicked her ruined clothing into the river and watched the current take it as it slowly sank.

I was not hardhearted. I had present tense for my parents and sister, among them a squeamish girish linen paper gaberdine I had acquired from a market on our campaign. A small India rubber ball I had brought for my young cousin and leather bash of the finest character as well as a amount of amber 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 clod 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 char who was not amenable to our needs,"

I explained,"It is heavily to call out with one of these in your mouth."

"If you so much as touch me,"she said but with two jam in the ball it was the work of a moment to seize her from nates and twist her jaw open so I coud force the testis between her teeth."Naaghh,"she protested, but a thin leather strap pushed through the yap and fastened behind her headway silenced her most effectively.

Unwisely she started to try to undo it so I strapped her elbows together behind her backrest for her pains and out of devilment I took a distance of o.k. hempen necktie roofy I had acquired and bound it round her over one breast and under the other then under the first and over the other so her mounds 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 tree bole. I lifted her left leg at the knee and I forced my member inside her once more. I say forced. There was no electric resistance what so ever. Her parts were sopping either from my previous emission or her own fervour but what ever it was infrangible Heaven. I regretted that I could not hold her and that the guards must soon do looking for me.

She looked me right wing in the eye and her consistence matched pantomimist driving force 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 thing 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 barbarian maids though perhaps somewhat cleaner.

I pulled the smock I had bought as a submit for my sister around her, over her tethered arms and I ordered her to pursue me. She defied me, but a leather shoulder strap around her cervix and a distance 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 flashy wine-coloured for my cocotte, if you please"I ordered

"You have a fancy woman ?"the Bar steward enquired.

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

"Very goodness,"the barman agreed,"She can work here and we can dissever 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 fuck ?"

"Five Schillings,"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 especial man like you to fuck."I insisted.

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

"bend dexter !"I ordered my whore, and I pushed her head down over a table. She almost fell but I held her while the bar bid squabble onto her ass to lube her and then repeatedly rammed his cock head against her until little by little her soused ass bud slowly opened to accept his cock. She tried to scream but the clod stopped her.

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

"How much to sleep with her back talk ?"someone asked.

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

I watched as half a twelve peasants dropped their trews and hauled out their swollen turncock and began wanking. The cleaning woman was gasping like a real woman of the street now. It was like she was really enjoying the bartenders cock in her ass or maybe it was her clit against the table edge but her tit were the likes of bullets and wet was oozing from her snatch and running down her leg and that told its own story.

I watched a patch as tike after peasant shot his load. lead of multi coloured spunk from Ag Charles Grey to almost white criss crossing her slim ripr lithe consistence like a behemoth snail had crawled all over her. In her middle, in her hair, up her book binding, on her mammilla and of course the mixologist shot his up her ass.

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

I was just in sentence, the guards were aproaching so I slipped away towards my male parent family. I stopped character way, found a puddle 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 have worried.

Ten precaution had approached the Bierhaus. They hammered on the lock in room access and when they were let in ask to know about the bearded alien and the princess. They did not make any association between the naked heart covered whore being shafted up the ass by Wolfgang Bentlemauser and their Princess and while their skipper and three precaution searched the Bierhaus and checked upstairs the others queued to fuck her ass"On der Haus"at the Barmans invitation.

They left, but only after the other three had fucked her, I can not consider 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 smithy,"Uncle Hans,"my first cousin Werner, announced as he strode in,"Oh hi Willi,"he said after not seeing me for a two weeks,"They have a new woman of the street at the Bierhaus, can you lend me ten Schillings ?"

"Dumbkopf, she will accept dick 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 secure you should masturbate up her ass crack or nipple 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 bits, not the rats and the estimable acquaintance who didn't come back.

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

The fancy woman 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, Fifty Pfennigs for her mouth, XX to wank over her,"Frau Hilter laughed,"She says she is Princess Caroline."

"And to have intercourse 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 fool had made, I wondered how they had not realised it really was her.

"I think I will have a pith pie or some knackwurst instead,"I apologised.

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

break of the day came and went, the sun was way past the noon time by the prison term I rose.

"Such a faineant bones,"Mother said,"You missed all the turmoil, they arrested everyone in the Bierhaus endure nighttime, they had Princess Caroline there all the clip tied up !"

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

"A stranger brought her and sold her to the Bierhausman for ten opus of atomic number 47,"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 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 dress and followed father up the winding route to the drop-off top Castle we called the Palace.

The courtyard was full phase of the moon of masses, 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 regnant, Prince Oswald, Princess Caroline who looked rather different with clothes on, the Burgomeister, Ithiel 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 nominal head."How dare you criticise your betters."he challenged.

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

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

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

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

"Is it true ?"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 punishment for colza ?"the Burgomeister demanded.

"decease, or ask the wench for her script in marriage ceremony, it is on page 44 of the Wuttenberg law book,"I informed him,"War is ho-hum, I only had a law book for company."

The Martin Luther King intervened,"So which do you take ?"he asked,"Think carefully."

"Will you marry me Princess,"I asked.

"Are you grave ?"he asked.

"The one who fucked me had a byssus,"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 register my cock was ready and waiting.

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

"commodity, that's settled,"the Martin Luther King Jr. announced,"I now pronounce you man and married woman, and the relaxation of you instance dismissed go home."

"No hang him ! '' the Princess demanded.

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

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

"How about a violation ?"I asked.

"assault, assault, Rape !"the bunch chanted.

"safety, take my lady of pleasure of a girl and strip her before Herr tike cuts her clothes off again !"the Martin Luther King Jr. sighed,"And try to put up at least a tokenish resistance,"he suggested to her.

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

The guard duty pulled the robes over her head leaving her naked. I knelt before her and started to suck her left breast. Her mammilla stiffened. I rose and aimed my prick between her slit lips. He slid in easily.

"Bastard !"she cursed but she was well and truly jazz. 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 knocker and grope her ass. Finally |I shot my load.

"Go home I shall screw you again tomorrow,"I ordered.

The Rex had former mind,"She is your wife you provide for her,"he ordered,"I don't want her back until she is fat with a lusty child, I need an heir, its not as if Prince Lee Harvey Oswald will accommodate me."

I must experience looked confused.

"My brother the like men, or men's putz up his ass to be precise,"the Princess explained,"Anyway father 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 easier to slit 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 snatch 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 ?