The Soldier's Countess (Thirty Years War RP, PM INTEREST)

The swedish army of Gustav Adolf II had been on the marsh for several days, their goal, the castle of Braustein, a minor valley in the deep of the mountains of Germany, there would be no more then two hundred soldiers at the place and it was a good place to keep their base at, the Countess there was the lone survivor of the family and by the information was only twenty one years old, ripe for the taking. Among the soldiers at the attack of the castle was a young lad of eighteen named Peter Hansson, a peasant from the country side in Sweden, and he would prove to be the one to become a known person even among his people's history.

In the assault the countess had fled into the dark secret tunnels of the castle, hoping to flee out of the castle and escape a sure death by the soldiers. She was a beautiful woman and was sure they hounds of sweden would without a doubt rape her before slicing her throat. As she fled through the secret entrance, her luscious body jiggling in her white dress, had the young man and swedish soldier named Peter been sent to scout by his commander, as the young soldier had a bad sense of direction he had been sent away from the battlefield to be kept from getting killed.

He was just searching around a small wooden house with a single bedroom in it, the gardener's home, when suddenly a stunningly beautiful woman came running out from behind a bush. Surprised Peter watched her run past the rock he was behind, not seeing him, his eyes on her jiggling body. She then took a moment to catch some rest, leaning against the house, Peter found himself frightened that his beautiful creature would get killed as the path leading down the way she was heading was now the main base of the swedish army.

Moving silently he carefully hit her neck with the back of his gun, knocking her unconscious, the young man then lifted her up and carried her into the house. Putting the unconscious woman on the bed the young man knew that from the looks of her rich outfit she was the countess, as nobody else around had enough money for such clothes. Carefully he pulled off the fine clothes, not daring to damage them as they looked perfect on her body, slowly unstrapping her corset he finally revelaed her nude body, elaving only her gloves on, the jewels he had taken off, but left the simple choker with the crucifix on, they were dirt common and the crucifix was made of simple metal and nothing precious so she wouldn't be thought of as a noble woman, and the gloves and long socks o nher body, he would remove them, AFTER he had claimed her.

Tying her arms above her head with a thick rope he pulled off his own clothes until only his trousers were left, sitting down on the chair next to the bed he stroked her fine body, fondling her breasts and fingering her pussy until she woke up, she began to struggle and scream as she woke up, having enjoyed the teasing fingers she was frightened to death by the sight of the swedish soldier. But her screams wouldn't sound as he had used a strange string of silk which had been tied around her thighs and stuffed it in her mouth. Still teasing her breasts and pussy he spoke to her in broken german, he had learned a bit from one of the mercenaries in the army. "Calm Countess, I no hurt you, you calm and we talk, I no wish for countess' death, to pretty to die, countess was running towards base of sweden, death sure if countess had keep running. Me Peter, me sweden soldier, Countess need me help or countess be sure to die once battle over. Commander no like german nobles, he kill, no questions about, even when king tell him no, so countess need Peter's help to survive. Will countess listen?"

Peter Hansson: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5d/Altblau_regiment_musketeer.jpg

Countess: http://th08.deviantart.com/fs44/300W/f/2009/063/2/e/Comic_Book_Stripper_Part_II_8_by_randomredux.jpg

The countess learned from her peasant spies that a Swedish army was on the march for her castle. Somehow they had learned of the vulnerability of the castle. Fearing the advance of a much stronger enemy some of her soldiers had already abandoned the fortification in favour of a quick flight.

She had bluffed the Swedish army with a barrage of stones from the castle's catapults. One ferocious volley had successfully delayed the assault, but when a second barrage failed to materials the Swedes attacked with greater earnest. Now they were angry and her dozen or so archers, and a collection of swordsmen would be shortly overwhelmed.

As a battering ram smashed through the main gate, and fire erupted in the main holding, the countess made her decision to flee into the dark secret tunnels of the castle. With luck, she'd make her escape unknown to invaders. She had wealth, between the gold and precious gems she carried she could start a new life anywhere.

The passage allowed her to escape to the outer holdings and she quickly made her way through a peasant farm. If she could skirt around the invading army while they were distracting with the looting of her castle, she could make it to freedom. Dressed in an expensive white silk dress, she raced away from the besieged castle.

"Ouch" the countess exclaimed as she felt a sharp blow to the top of her neck. She crumpled onto the ground beside the house where she had been momentarily resting.

The countess woke in shock to find that her arms were secured over her head by a thick rope to the top of a rough wooden peasant bed. She still wore long white leather gloves, and a choker with matching crucifix. Her pussy was wet and stimulated. She was confused ass he tried to stir,

"Run... Hurry ... They are coming" the countess whispered but her words were a series of muffled noises courtesy of the silk gag her captor had stuffed in her mouth to silence her.

A strong male hand ran across her breasts and then lingered on her wet hot pussy. It was outrageous to be tied and touched in such a manner.

The young Swedish soldier spoke in a gentle and calming tone:

"Calm Countess, I no hurt you, you calm and we talk, I no wish for countess' death, to pretty to die, countess was running towards base of Sweden, death sure if countess had keep running. Me Peter, me Sweden soldier, Countess need me help or countess be sure to die once battle over. Commander no like German nobles, he kill, no questions about, even when king tell him no, so countess need Peter's help to survive. Will countess listen?"

The countess nodded her head. She was sure she could outsmart this simple soldier.....

"Good, Peter no can let Countess leave land safely, army would kill Countess, Commander no like German nobles as Peter speak of earlier. Countess need to pretend to be peasant who Peter claim as me pillaged treasure or Countess sure to die. Need to pretend and no speak against army or army sure know Countess be noble. Thus Peter need to treat Countess like peasant whore or Peter sure to gain eyes from fellow swedens." Slowly pulling ut her gah he kept fingering her pussy as she laid there, he was going to fuck here, that much was plain, but he wanted to hear her voice and listen to her. Though he would most likely have to force himself onto her, nobles were not looking forward to the live of a peasant, especially a whore, that was highly insulting in their sheltered world. But for the countess to survive Peter knew he had to do the part of a rapist and share her with others as to make sure they didn't realise she was a noble.

The countess assumed this young Swede was a filthy dog. She didn't like the fact that she was tied and he was touching her. It was totally against her values and the order of things. It was abhorrent. As her brain became clear she could see her fine clothes carefully folded on the nearby bed.

He didn't rip them off me.... But he clubbed me.... He tied me up.... But hasn't just raped and robbed me the countess tried to assess what was going on. She was an astute woman though only 21 years old. She hadn't run a castle on her own since the death of her parents by being stupid. Though she wished her allies had been better at coming to her end. She had pleaded with them by messenger to send troops but the other smaller German castles had preferred to take their chances on their own.

The countess looking around the room could she her own reflection in a small cracked mirror attached to a peasant dresser. She looked more tired and worried than normal. Her clear white noble skin had a few bumps and bruises and her normally combed long blonde hair was slightly messed from her fall.

He must have dragged or carried me... My clothes look okay.... So he's strong enough to carry me the countess realized.

Flicking her deep ocean blue eyes back to the mirror she was angered by the fact the was basically tied naked to the chair. Worst still was the fact that the soldier or anyone walking in could see her large huge naked breasts, legs, and pussy. The way the soldier had tied her legs partly open, anyone caring to look could see her small forest of fine blonde pubic hair.

The soldier looked young and guessed his age to be in the late teens. He looked strong enough for a boy of his age but she could tell he was bot educated and she wondered if he could even read. Of course, it wouldn't be his fault. The hiring tutors would be expensive. From his accent she guessed him to be of the lower classes. But it was hard to pin down the occupation of is parents. They might be farmers or maybe tradespeople of some sort.

Looking at his clothing she made some quick mental calculations. He barely wore armor and it seemed to her to be of the lowest quality. Though he was armed his weapons looked plain and simple. She doubted he was a fine swordsman or spear-man.

[i}Militia man.... Recruited from the fields... mercenary... poor.... but strong and handsome.... but definitely a Swede,,,, [/I] the countess mentally assessed.

He spoke as if he knew what he was saying as he explained:

"Good, Peter no can let Countess leave land safely, army would kill Countess, Commander no like German nobles as Peter speak of earlier. Countess need to pretend to be peasant who Peter claim as me pillaged treasure or Countess sure to die. Need to pretend and no speak against army or army sure know Countess be noble. Thus Peter need to treat Countess like peasant whore or Peter sure to gain eyes from fellow swedens."

A peasant... A peasant whore? How dare he.... But... But ... If they find me... They will slowly kill me.... They'd enjoy it... and rob me of my estate and holdings for ever... If I survive... I can petition for my property back when peace is restored the countess plotted as quickly and cunningly as she could.

"What! What's going on? Release me... You can't" the countess pleaded in a whispered as she felt Peter slowly touching her and now her soft delicate hot pussy. She bit her lower lip as she felt a tremor within her body.

It's not supposed to be like this..... I'm worthy of a prince.... But I won't be... If this ever gets out.... Inside I'll be no better than a peasant whore.... the countess mentally realized.

"We can just pretend that you raped me... You can give me a few bruises and rip my dress.... I can pay you to protect me.... If you help me to escape... I will reward you well" offered the countess.

"You need to free me..... I can search the cottage here for clothing... There must be something.... We can hide my clothes and the things I took from the castle... Where is the pack I had with me?" the countess eagerly asked as her panic changed from her physical security to her financial security.

"Hurry boy.... We must hurry" the countess added as she tried to use her best commanding voice on the boy.

"Not possible, some officer try to hide noble girl from pillaging while bribed, commander notice her special treatment, commander kill both officer and girl. Peter know countess no like peasants, noble be like that, but Peter act devil to save countess. Though Peter make sure to make countess enjoy it." He then moved between her legs and pressed his tongue into her pussy and began to lick it, probing its insides softly while his fingers gently stroked her thighs as his tongue played its magic on her pussy. He was a virgin, having never been able to bring up the courage to court a woman before, but this beautiful creature just made him feel wild. He had never had sex but the soldiers were never to quiet about their sex lives and their sexual skills, so he had learned a lot by listening and with his inexperience he twisted his tongue and sucked with his mouth, making an unique. strong and yet gentle experience.

It was frustrating to the countess that the boy soldier didn't see the wisdom of her commands. Maybe he was just scared. He tried to explain:

"Not possible, some officer try to hide noble girl from pillaging while bribed... commander notice her special treatment.... commander kill both officer and girl. Peter know countess no like peasants, noble be like that, but Peter act devil to save countess".

This seemed absurd to the countess. She wanted to make a quick escape. If she could get top freedom with her cache of valuables she could come back with an army of mercenaries and reclaim her castle.

The boy solder went on:

"Though Peter make sure to make countess enjoy it."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!" the countess moaned and tried to squirm away. But she couldn't stop him as he moved between her soft legs and pressed his tongue into her pussy and began to lick, and probe while fingers gently stroked her thighs.

"OOoo....AAAAAA....aaaaaa.....oooo" the countess gasped as his tongue pleasured her and sent wild sensations through her body. This peasant boy had more experience than she imagined and she felt like a whore to be so easily aroused by his touch.

Duplicate post...

Peter softly licked her insides, carefulyl probing her slowly, tasting her royal virgin cunt, enjoying the power he felt he held over her. As he felt her pussy spasm at the edge of orgasm he let his tongue go stil and enjoyed the taste of her spasming pussy's inner muscles as they frantically tried to get an orgasm from the still tongue inside it but soon the spasms ended and the orgasmic edge subsided like a raging wave washing against a large cliff.

Removing his motuh from her pussy he licked and sucked on her delicious thigh's skin, letting her drooling cunt remaing hungry for its release while he softly teased her skin, drawing out the subsiding orgasm to its fullest. He then licked over her pussy, givign it a nice shock before sliding his tongue along her pelvis up to her stomach and to her belly button and began to probe her navel while his hands gently stroekd her thighs.

The lips of her cunt became swollen with need and looked almost like a drooling mouth, her need rooling out of her cunt like a flowing river, showing her shameful need for the young soldier's attention, but he would draw it out until she became desperate and didn't care if he was a commoner and an enemy soldier, she would only want him if his planning went on correctly. She would desire him, he woudl share her as to keep her safe, but nobody would make her come like he would, she would be enthralled to him and only him.

The countess squirmed as the peasant boy softly and wonderfully licked sweet hot pussy. It was humiliating to have a commoner take such liberties with her body. Mentally she was torn between welcoming and rewarding his efforts or wanting to order his torture and execution.

Soft moans escaped her lips and she knew how wet she must be as the soldier boy waggled his tongue in all directions and probed deeper and deeper. She was softly biting he own lip. She wasn't sure what exactly she was experiencing as her body shook and convulsed under his touch.

"Look ... we have to leave now... I hear voices outside...." the countess exclaimed in panic.

Smiling softly the soldier simply continued to lick her, sliding his tongue deep inside of her, there was no one outside, he knew it, he had bee nsent her to scout and the officers knew of his bad sense of direction, they would always have him wander around for hours without break until he returns to report, so no one would go anywhere near this place as the officers had todl them that Lost Peter were wandering there, it was humiliating at the baginnign but he got used to it.

Slowly licking her pussy like a cat would lick a bowl, sliding his strong moscule deep into her very core, touching her insides, tasting her very essence, the very thing that made her a woman. Carefully with the gentle touch of a feather his strong tongue slided over her hymen, tasting her maiden hood, her virginity. Removing his tongue from her cunny as it spasmed and clenched like a starving wolf he gently rubbed his palm against her pussy, keeping up the edge of her near orgasm experience and smiled softly at her as he gently kneaded her spasming pussy, feeling it suck his skin like a leech. "Do Countess want release?" He made a specially long, slow and hard rub over her pussy before speaking again. "Countess need to submit to Peter." Another painfully teasing squeeze on her cunt, her juices leaking out between his fingers as it tried to get orgasm by biting toothlessly into his palm's skin. "Submit to Peter and Peter give release, make Countess feel so good, so good." Keeping up his teasing palm squeezing he intended to drive her on the edge until she cracked, at least for a moment, and it all would become what they both wanted.

Bumping Rp

OOC: Giving another bump.