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Subject: {ASSM} The Spoils of War, Part II MMFF nc, MF first rom
Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 09:10:02 -0400
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This is part II of the Spoils of War, a story which
deals with rape and torture.  The second part is not
as graphic from that point of view.

Usual caveat. This story is intended for the private
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Don
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	Placko developed  a routine with his slaves.   He
would have one almost every night.  He always had
Gilda alone, and she would sometimes spend the night. 
He would have Sylvia and Claudia either alone or
together,  but they never spent the night.   It was
obvious that Gilda was his favorite, but the other
women had each other as friends,  while Gilda had no
one except Placko.   Sylvia instructed Claudia about
the art of pleasing men to point that Claudia was
almost as good as her teacher.   All Gilda seemed to
have was her books and her master.  Whenever  he paid
attention to her,  she smiled and shined.  When he
wasn't with her, she just wanted to read quietly.  
She had no use for the gossip that occupied Sylvia,
Claudia, and the other women  of the house.
	After several months,  came the announcement that
Placko had hoped for and feared.  The Duke of Fetucine
was coming the an inspection visit, accompanied by the
Viscount Vickers.  Fetucine was commander of the army,
and Placko's  direct superior.   Vickers was the
Prince's personal aide.  That they were coming
together meant either very good news or very bad news.
	Fetucine has appointed Placko ahead of others with
more experience and higher birth, because he admired
his professionalism and because Placko would not
challenge him.   But Fetucine knew that a general at
the head of a victorious army had to be handled
carefully,  which was why he asked Vickers to
accompany him.  Fetucine doubted that Placko was
ambitious enough and daring enough to challenge the
Prince, but he wanted to be sure.
	When the nobles arrived, Placko ordered his best food
 and drink.  His slaves wore fine linen gowns, which
tied at the waist, but which hinted that they had
nothing on underneath.
	When they were seated at dinner,   Fetucine said, 
"General Placko, the Prince and I have been very
impressed by your conduct in this campaign.  You
defeated a formidable foe, showing strategy, courage, 
and strength.  Your loses were great,  but your
victory was greater."
	Vickers added, "In view of your accomplishments, the
Prince is pleased to make you the Viscount of Osta
Buca,  with all the lands and honors associated with
that title."
	Placko replied, "Your excellencies,  I am truly
honored.  I did what I did for Prince and country, not
for the honors,  but I humbly accept the honor of
serving again.  Will the title of Osta Buca permit me
to sit on the senate and the council?"
	Fetucine answered,  "Of course.  The Prince can
hardly keep our most victories general off  the
council."
	Although the Prince was head of state,  true power
lay with the council.  Fetucine thought that Placko
was not political enough be a major player  on the
council, because he was a man of action, not a man of
words.  He hoped that by putting him on the council he
could keep Placko under control.
	Fetucine added, "General Placko, you are a wealthy
man.  Your plunder and slaves are worth thousands of
talents."
	Placko objected, "I shared most the money with the
army.  And I saw that you and the Prince received  a
share."
	Fetucine said, "That is true.  But you got enough.
And we thought you were clever in getting some of your
soldiers to marry the local women.   That way you did
not depress price too much on the market in Kalimari. 
The slave merchants instructed me to thank you."
	Placko thought he was being given too much credit,
but he accepted it anyway.  
	Vickers lifted up wine glass and said, "Let's  drink
to the health of Viscount Osta Buca."
	All of them, even the slaves, seem happy to drink to
his health.
	Fetucine then leaned over and said, "Osta Buca, I
want to talk to you on a personal level.
I admire you, professionally.  But I want to offer you
something personal.  As a noble man with title, money,
and lands, you will need  a wife to give you
respectability and children.  These slaves are fine
for play,  but they can't give you that.  Now, I have
a daughter, Lydia, who I think would be perfect for
you, and you can have her if  you want."
	Placko said, "I have not seen Lydia for four years. 
When I last saw her, she was coming out into society. 
I'm  surprised that she hasn't found a suitable
match."
	"Lydia is shy, especially when compared to her
brothers and sister, who are a bit too outgoing.   She
would rather read or ride in the country than be at
court."
	"I will pay court to her.  But I will not take her
against  her will.   That is the difference between a
free woman, especially a noble woman, and a slave."
	In saying that, he looked at Gilda, whose face fell. 
	After dinner Placko said,  "Your excellencies, we
have a lot to celebrate.  Sylvia and Claudia will 
entertain you this evening.   I am sure you will enjoy
them."
	Vickers asked, "What about your slave Gilda"?	
	"She is mine,"  Placko replied.
	Claudia pulled Sylvia aside and asked in a worried
tone, "What do we do"?
	Sylvia answered with a smile, "I told you we would
eventually have to do it with someone other than the
master.  Just do as I do.  Soon you will have  him
eating out of your hand,  or out of your box, as the
case may be."
	It was apparent that Fetucine wanted the younger
Claudia, so Sylvia sat next to Vickers on a couch. 
She gently rubbed between his legs, while  carrying on
a conversation.   Claudia saw what she was doing, and
did likewise.  
	Finally, Sylvia whispered to Vickers, "Do you want to
go a bedroom, or do you want me to entertain you
here"?
	Vickers was enjoying himself too much to care.  He
looked at Claudia and the Duke, who was straining
against his trousers.  The Duke had her hand inside
his pants, moving slowly.  He looked over at Placko
and Gilda, who were fondling each other and enjoying
the erotic scene.
	"We can do it here."    Vickers said, hoarsely. 
	Sylvia stood up in front of him. "Open my dress," She
said.
	He did, showing that she was truly naked underneath.
	Sylvia knelt down and opened  his trousers.  She
retrieved his prick from inside.  She stared, admiring
it for a while, and then said, "That looks good enough
to eat."
	Sylvia took a few good licks around the edge of his
prick.  She opened her mouth took it in.  She sucked
for several minutes, giving Vickers a tremendous
feeling.
	She then released him and said, "Lie back on the
couch."
	When he did, she climbed over him and lowered her
slit onto him.  She squatted down until she had her 
entirely. 
	She said, "Honey, let me do the work.   You just lie
back and enjoy it. Just warn me when you're going to
cum."
	Sylvia braced herself by leaning on his chest and
raised herself up.   She then lowered herself slowly,
until she was down all the way.  She repeated this
several times, each time noting the expression in
Vicker's face.  He grunted "Ohhh."  every time.  As
she moved more rapidly, his grunts became more
frequent.  He tried to raise his pelvis to meet her.  
	As he pushed one more time, he yelled, "I'm going to
cum any second."
	Sylvia promptly  climbed off him and used her hand to
make him cum.  As he gushed all over her, she said, "I
want you to cum on my hand."
	Claudia was doing something similar to Fetucine,
except she had opened her dress herself.
She had him extremely excited, but she was careful not
to bring him off too soon.  Because he was older, she
had to work harder to keep him going. She thought
about making him lie down the way than Sylvia had
done, but he was holding her head as she moved. 
Instead, Claudia sat up and placed his prick between
her tits, squeezing them over it.  Fetucine was
delighted by her erotic  creativity.  
	He yelled, "Go girl..  Fuck me with your tits.   I
want to cum all over them."
	Claudia wanted to oblige.   She moved rapidly,
alternating his prick between her tits and the mouth. 
Finally, her had enough.  His cum poured onto her
chest, smearing her tits.    She held him for several
minutes, until she was sure he was finished.
	Fetucine said, "Thank you.  You were wonderful.  You
have so much youth and energy.  You really did it for
an old man like me.   "
	She said, "Thank you, sir.   Master trained me well."
	By this time Sylvia had pulled off  Vickers and was
sitting affectionately beside him.
	Placko stood up and said, "It is late.  You should go
to bed with your slaves.  I'm going to bed with mine."
	He and Gilda had  intercourse later that night. 
Before she fell asleep, she asked him, "Are you going
ask his daughter to marry you"?
	"I'll talk to her.  I met Lady Lydia many years ago. 
I don't remember her well, and she was much younger
then.  She is no beauty, but reasonably attractive and
intelligent.   He's right.  A nobleman needs a wife. 
I  can't marry you.  If I did, people would find out
who you really are, and we would both be in danger,
especially you.  There are still too many people who
lost wives and girlfriends at Parmesan. "
	"I understand," was all she managed to say.
	Then she said, "Master, I'm pregnant."
	"Are you sure"?
	"I missed my monthly flow, and I have not been
feeling well.   The midwife  said that I'm probably
pregnant."
	"Good," was all he managed to say.
	Placko had never considered pregnancy because he had
never been with any one woman long enough.  He
wondered why Sylvia and Claudia had not gotten
pregnant too.  He did not know that many years ago
Sylvia had had an abortion which rendered her
incapable of having children, and for Claudia, it was
just a matter of time.  Many masters  ordered their
slaves to have an abortion, but Placko never
considered it. 
	The next morning Fetucine was talking to Placko.  He
said, "I love the way your little Claudia made me feel
. I'd trade three  of my slave girls for her anytime. 
Especially if you marry my daughter."
	"I'll see what I can do."
	"I have been good to you. I am responsible for much
of your good fortune.  I hope you will remember that
when it comes time discuss her dowry and when voting
in council."
	"I am truly grateful for what you have done for me."
	When Fetucine left,  Placko thought, "That old goat.
He's trying to marry his daughter on the cheap.  And
I'm going to let him."

	Placko lead his army back to Calmer.  There were
parades, balls, and fireworks in their honor.  He was
a bit overwhelmed by it all. He took a nice, but
expensive,  apartment near the Prince's palace. He
found a banker, who figured out that he was even
wealthier than he thought. 
	Many flirty foolish young ladies threw themselves at
him.   In this atmosphere, he had less reason to use
his slaves. He actually had less respect for these
flirts than for his slaves, because the slaves had no
choice, while these women were making fools of
themselves on purpose. 
	One such flirt was Marie.   She waved at him every
chance she had.  At first her ignored her.  But she
was so persistent, that he lead her into a small room
adjacent to the palace.
	He said,  "Why do you want to see me"?
	"I thought you would like some time a pretty woman, "
 she said, suggestively.
	"Time, no.  This, yes."
	He kissed her on the cheek and then forced down on a
table.  He put his hands under her skirt and felt  her
pussy.
	"General, what are you doing"?
	"You know what I'm doing.  And you're going to love
me to do it." 
	He undid his britches so his prick could roam free. 
And then he through himself on top of her.  She fought
him for a minute, and then yielded to his advances. 
He thrust himself into her.  Within a minute, he had
her moaning with pleasure.  She reached under his
jacket and pulled lustfully on his back.   Her hands
roamed all over him as she tried desperately to
increase her pleasure.  
	"Oh general, fuck me, please."  She was almost crying
with need.
	He went at her with abandon.  He did not try to
undress her or feel her tits.   He felt contempt for
her and not a touch of tenderness.   He just used her
because she wanted to be used. 
She was a moon searching for a little sun.  
	"Fuck me harder," She screamed.
	He fucked her as hard as possible.
	"I'm going to cum in your slutty cunt"   he grunted.
	"Yes, cum in my slutty cunt."  She screamed, as she
came repeatedly. 
	When he was finish, he just buttoned himself up. He
did not even say thank you. 
	"General, you raped me, " she said accusingly.
	"So what.  You were asking for it and don't tell me
you didn't enjoy it.  If you complain to the law, I'll
say it was consensual.  With your reputation, you
haven't a chance."
	 She realized he was right.   She did not complain.  
 She did not even avoid seeing him. 		There were
several like Marie. The prettier ones actually got
invited to his room for the night.  The rest he used
like Marie.  For some,he did not even use a table.  He
just pressed them against a wall and raised their
skirts.   
	
	Placko did not see Lady Lydia until he was installed
by the Prince as the Viscount Osta Buca, in a
dignified ceremony.  Although he did not see her, he
sensed that she sat quietly in the back.  Fetucine was
installed as Duke of Tiramasu in the same ceremony. 
Tiramasu had been Placko's wildest ambition,  but Osta
Buca was good enough.  After the ceremony and party,
he made the Prince a gift of Sylvia,  and he gave
Claudia to Fetucine, as a token his appreciation.  To
honor his installation, they each made gifts of slave
girls to him.  Placko tried each one and decided that
he was the loser in the trades.   He did not mind
because he still had Gilda, even though her pregnancy
would soon limit her to oral sex,  these other girls
were still flirting with him,  and because as the
Viscount, he was rich enough to purchase any other
slave at the market.  
	 At first Claudia was nervous about having to leave
her first master, but Sylvia was philosophical about
it.	
	Sylvia said,  "This  is an honor for us.  I'm going
to the Prince, which the highest position in the land,
and you're going to a Duke, who already appreciates
you.  He may also become master's father-in-law, in
which care you may see him again.   The only bad part
is that I will miss you as my friend. "
	They held each other crying, but they then went their
separate ways. 
	After he had taken up his duties as a Viscount on the
council, Placko, who will now be called Osta Buca,
went to see Lady Lydia.  She received him in the
drawing room of her father's town house.
	"My father intends for me to marry you."  she said.
	"So he has told me.   But what do you intend?  I told
him I will not take you against your will." Osta Buca
said.
	"Very noble of you.  My father said that I have not
done my duty as the daughter of a Duke.  I have been
self indulgent, preferring live in the country, and
spend my time reading rather then at court.  A Duke's
daughter should get married to preserve the family
alliances. He said I have a duty to have legitimate
children, especially sons. He said I should grow up,
instead of being a girl.   He said that you have
title, money, and position, and that I should married
you."
	"Your father has done a number of favors for me.  In
return he expects me to request a nominal dowry for
you. He's trying to marry you off on the cheap."
	Lydia was surprised by that but said nothing.  
	Then Osta Buca said, "May I call on you again"?
	"Yes.  Call on me at my country estate the day after
tomorrow."
	Osta Buca rode out to her estate, an hour outside the
city.  She greeted him on horseback. Unlike many
noblewoman, she rode with a conventional saddle and
riding pants, rather then sidesaddle with a dress. 
	"Will you ride with me, Viscount?" She asked.
	As they rode down a path, Osta Buca  asked,"Why do
you use a conventional saddle"?
	"It is more comfortable and I can ride faster.  I see
no point in not doing what I like just because it's
not fashionable."
	"You are very honest and direct with your opinions."
	"Yes.  Many people are put off by that.  Are you."?
	" I think its very becoming of you.  Soldiers like
honest, direct talk.  It is very beautiful here.  I
can see why you prefer it to court.  Unfortunately, I
have to be there. I am still a soldier, like your
father, but I prefer the field to the city."
	"You are a better soldier than my father.  You
conquer Tiramasu and he gets the credit by being made
the Duke."
	"I could not have done it without his support.  I
have honor enough.  Last month, you would have called
me general, instead of Viscount."
	"He had to appoint you as commander because you were
one of the few high officers who were not compromised
by the debacle at Parmesan.   For the army to abandon
the city to its fate was reprehensible."
	She thought he was like her father before he was
corrupted by the court.  She vowed she would not let
that happen to Osta Buca, and she had not agreed to
marry him yet. 
	Suddenly she put her boots to her horse, and went
galloping across the meadow.  Osta Buca was able to
follow her even though she knew the area very well.  
	When they came to a small grove, he said, "Let's rest
the horses, and walk for a bit."
	They dismounted and walked through the grove.  He
looked at her, and grabbed her, giving a passionate
kiss.  She stood there, surprised.  She had not felt 
in any danger being alone with a strange man.
	"Viscount, what was that about."
	"A man should kiss a woman he intends to marry."
	He kissed her again, more tenderly.  She put her arms
on his shoulders and embraced him tentatively.
	"You will marry me."  He said, as a statement, not as
a question.
	"I will marry you."  She said quietly.
	"You act like you don't like being kissed."
	"I have not done it much.  The men I met at court did
seem worth the trouble."
	"I hope I'm worth the trouble."
	"I hope so, too.
	Lydia's lack of affection was largely in reaction to
her siblings, who were libertines to the point of
being promiscuous.  Her brother got married just to
have an heir,  but his wife died in childbirth, and
the child died a few months later.  Since then,  he
had numerous affairs, and several illegitimate
children.  Her sisters   were married, but they made
no secret of their lovers. The older one even had two
male sex slaves to keep her satisfied.  Lydia could
forgive her brother, because he was only a man,  and
men were entitled to lovers and slaves, but she felt
her sisters  and other noblewomen should above all
that.
	Naturally her father was overjoyed with the news.  
He wanted her to marry quickly, but the wedding of a
Duke's daughter take time to plan properly.  Lydia
found herself involved with Osta Buca's life, 
especially where they should live. Although Osta Buca
accepted a minimal dowry, he had inserted into the
marriage contract that if Lydia bore him a son, the
boy could  inherit the dukedom of Tiramasu.  
	But Lydia  wondered, what have I done?  I've
committed my life and welfare to a man I hardly know,
doing things I cannot do.  She did not understand him.
 He had so much self confidence, but he deferred to
her and did not try to boss her.    Her only comfort
was that she felt good and safe when she was with him.
	One day, as they were walking through the town they
saw Marie, and one of her girlfriends.  Marie looked
at Lydia and asked her friend, "What does she have
that I don't have"?
	"She is the daughter of a Duke."
	The women went approached  Lydia and Osta Buca  and
bowed obsequiously."
	"Who are those women'?  Lydia asked.
	"Just some girls I met before I met you."
	Osta Buca felt it was important to visit the estate
which carried the Osta Buca name.   It took several
days for him and Lydia to reach there.  Although they
traveled together, Lydia indicated that she expected
him to respect her privacy until they were married.
This made Osta Buca respect her even more.   The
people of Osta Buca eyed them carefully.   The
previous owned let the estate become forfeit when he
fled the country after murdering his mistress's
husband.  His wife and children still lived on the
estate, but Osta Buca made them move to a cottage, 
rent free and with a small pension, provided they
agreed not to question his title. He saw no reason
that they had to suffer because of the husband's
foolishness.  This not  prevent the woman from sharing
his bed on some cold nights, but that is a different
story..
	Many of the peasant women were wary of him because
some Lords liked to seize one as comfort for a night. 
Serfdom had ended only a generation earlier, and some
Lords treated the peasants as if they were still
slaves.  Osta Buca let it be known that he opposed the
practice because it confused the line between being a
slave and freeborn. 
	Lydia admired the way her fiance dealt with the
estate.   The place was wild and beautiful.  She could
see herself living there, but it was far from her
family.  
	Back in Kalimari,  a few weeks before the wedding ,
Lydia entered the drawing room of her new townhouse
and saw Gilda reading a book, which she rested on
growing abdomen. 
	"What book is that, Gilda"?  Lydia asked.
	When Gilda  told her,  Lydia realized that she had
read it herself.   After some discussion, they
realized that they had the same taste in literature.
	"How did an educated woman like you end up being a
slave"?  Lydia asked.
	"I was unfortunate in my choice of country.  I am
from Tiramasu."
	"I thought many of the high born women from Tiramasu
were bought back from slavery by their families."
	"I was unfortunate in my choice of family.  They all
died."
	"In the war?"
	"Yes.   And by firing squad.  Master does not like me
to talk about it."
	"Do you miss your old life?"
	"I miss it.  But I accept what has happened to me. 
Master saved my life when the city fell.  If it
weren't for him, I would have been raped, or worse.  I
am just one of the spoils of war."
	"My father would not  have had me marry him if he had
not had that victory at Tiramasu.  In a sense, so am
I."
	Lydia began to wonder what would have happened to
her, especially if she had been at :Parmesan.   It
made her shudder,  and  she realized that she hated
slavery, as much for what it did to the master as to
the slave. 
	"What is he like as a man?"
	"He's like any man you've had, only a bit better."
	"I never had a man.  He's the first one who I think
is worth the effort.  And my father is making me
marry."
	"In that case, you are going to have a treat,"  Gilda
said with a giggle.
	Lydia's sisters visited her the day before the
wedding.  One of  them said, "May you always find
pleasure in your husband's bed."
	The other added, "Because if you don't, you'll find
pleasure in some other bed."
	The wedding itself was a large and lavish event.  
The Duke gave her away, and the Prince gave a toast in
their honor.  The Duke called the wedding a union of
an very old house, the house of Fetucine, with a new
house, the house of Osta Buca.  After the wedding in
the temple, the priest introduced then as the Viscount
and Vicountess of Osta Buca.  Everyone cheered.
	 In the middle of the dancing, Osta Buca looked at
his new wife and saw she was miserable.  
	"You are not enjoying this, are you"?
	"Too many people and too much noise."
	"Let's go home."
	This was the first time she heard their townhouse
referred to as home.  They held each other as they
sneaked our of the reception.  By the time the guests
realized they were gone, they had already entered the
house.
	"Let us go to bed,   Madame la Vicountess."  He said.
	She hesitated and then went with her maid to undress.
 She entered bedroom wearing only a petticoat.
	"I am prepared to do my duty, as your wife,
Viscount." She said.  This was the chance to see if
all the business about the wedding night lived up to
its reputation.  Lydia happened to doubt it.
	He stood next to her and kissed her gently.  He said,
"Now that we're married let us be Alexander and Lydia
, instead of Viscount and Vicountess, at least to
ourselves.  I have never used this bed with my slaves.
 I have saved it for you.  I want you."
	"Thank you, Alexander."
	He kissed her , more passionately,  and then said,
"Let's go to bed."
	He lead her by the hand to the bed, blowing out the
lights as he went.  He got into bed next to her, and
leaned over to kiss her.  Being kissed felt good, and
she felt safe with him.   But she was not prepared
when he cupped her breasts and played then.
	When leaned over to kiss then, he said,"You smell
very nice."
	"My maid put perfume on my night dress.   She said it
was an old tradition."
	"It's a good tradition."  He said, as he fondled her
breast, and let her arm slip down her leg.  When he
raised her arm to feel her pussy, she asked,
:"Alexander, what are you doing to me'?	
	"Do you like it"?
	"Yes,   but it feels strange."
	"How does this feel"?  He put a finger inside.
	"It feels very nice, but also strange. Ohhh.   Ohhh."
	He kissed again through night dress,  more
passionately.  Then he said urgently,  "Let me take
your night dress.  I must have you now."
	He pulled up the dress, and then removed his own
under clothes.  He continued to kiss and fondle her. 
Her breath came faster as she become more excited.
	"Alexander, this is so wonderful and so strange."  
	"Do you want me stop"?
	"No."
	"Then let me do the work.  You try to relax and enjoy
it."
	He continued to fondle her and play with her pussy. 
Then he said, "I want you, now."
	He climbed on top of her, and replacing his finger
with his penis. The put it slowly.  When he felt
resistance, he pulled out slowly and then thrust back
in a little harder.
	`That hurts."  She complained.
	"Do you want me to stop"?
	"No. It hurts but it also feels good."
	Alexander smiled to himself.  He had Lydia where he
wanted her.   She could  be a great wife.  He wanted
to go slow because he wanted to please her.  He knew
that if her first time with sex was good, she would do
whatever he wanted.  He continued to move slowly
within  her, letting her get more excited.  
	"This feels so good, what  are you doing to me"?
	"I am making you my wife."
	As her feeling got stronger, she began to moan with
pleasure.  She felt a pressure in her pelvis that
begged for release.  Without warning, the pressure
burst, flooding her whole body,
	"Alexander, I have never felt like this in my life.
Ya Ya Aahh.  This is wonderful. Ahh."
	He let her cum, while still pumping her slowly and
deeply.  He felt proud that he could make her cum. 
But the excitement was getting to him, too.  He
started to move faster, as he felt his penis get tense
with anticipation.  
	"I want you now."  he said as his cum began to boil.
	As he pushed into her hard, she started to cum again,
even harder than before.  His white love juice
squirted into her like a fountain.   He kept pounding 
until he was totally empty.
	As he relaxed, he kissed her softly on her face and
chest.
	"You are a woman now.  A woman and my wife."    He
said softly.
	"Yes, I am a woman, and your wife."
	He pulled out her, but was soon asleep in her arms. 
She held his softly, wondering if this was what
married life was like.
	The next morning,  Lydia woke first.  She looked at
her naked  husband in the bed.  She saw his penis, and
wondered how a small thing could feel so big inside
her. 
	Alexander woke too, and asked how she felt.  
	"Just wonderful," she said with a smile.
	"Hungry?"
	"Yes."
	He rang for a maid, and requested breakfast for
himself and his wife.  The maid recognized the signs
of orgasmic bliss on Lydia's face, quietly  told the
rest of the household.   Even Gilda and the love
slaves were happy for them.  
	After breakfast, Lydia asked, "What do we do the rest
of the day"?
	"What ever we want.  This is our day.  The real world
starts tomorrow."
	He lay there naked  on his back.
	Lydia  asked, "How does this get so big"?  
indicating his penis.
	"Touch it and find out."  She touched it carefully, 
She  felt that if he could touch her private parts,
she could touch his. 
	She watched it grow under her hand, fascinated.  She
was surprised she had so much  power.  Alexander
enjoyed letting her have her way, as he got harder and
harder.   Finally he could take no more.
	"I must have you again."   He said and moved on top
of her.
	"Take me.  Take me all the way."
	He put a finger in her pussy to make sure she was
ready.  He then eased himself on top of her.  Because
he was less concerned about hurting her, he moved with
more passion that he had the previous night.  He
wanted to possess his new wife as fully as possible. 
He thrust into her hard.  He wanted to carry her  up
the ladder of passion.   
	"OOh, Alexander, that feels so good.   Really give it
to me."  She urged.
	"You feel wonderful, too, Lydia.  Your pussy is  nice
and tight.  But now I'm going to let you have it. "
	He moved harder,   filling her with his prick.	
	"You `re in so deep,  you'll come out my mouth., "
she said.
	He said, "Put your legs over my shoulders, so I can
take you completely."
	As she did, he started  grinding like a water wheel. 
He was giving her everything he had, and she was
taking it.  Unlike the previous evening, her passion
was undiluted by fear or pain. She was just enjoying 
being with her husband.  
	"Are you ready for me"?  he asked. 
	"I'm ready!  Give it to me!   Yes!"  She screamed as
the orgasm overwhelmed her.  
	"I'm cuming too.  I'm filling my wife with seed."  
He cried, as he continued pushing.  
	As he relaxed, she said, " I am glad I waited for
you, but I owe you an apology.  I never would have
believed that making love to you would be so nice."
	He lay down next to her and said, "I'm glad you
waited for me too.  I intend to be your first and only
 husband and lover."
	"You treat me like that, and you will be.  I love
you."
	He felt good when he heard that, but he did not say I
love you back.

	About four months after the wedding, Gilda gave birth
a healthy girl.   And less than a year later, Lydia
gave birth to  a healthy boy.  Gilda and Lydia 
surreptitiously became friends, in spite of
Alexander's displeasure in seeing his wife and his
slave be together.   Their friendship was based on
numerous shared tastes and interests, but they were
cast into different roles by the hazards of war.  The
law permitted Alexander to raise his child by Gilda as
either slave or free.   He had intended to raise a son
as free and a daughter as slave, because of the
problems  of finding a dowry for a slave.  But Lydia
persuaded him that the child should be raised free in
any case.
	Lydia moved to a house near the country, which she
much preferred.   Alexander stayed in town as business
required, but he want to his country house when he
could.  He kept his slaves in town, letting them come
to the country only when he needed them to entertain
some guests.  Only Gilda moved back and forth with 
him.  
	His son went on to become the rightful Duke of
Tiramasu.  Although they were half siblings, the  new
Duke eventually married his sister, so the daughter of
a slave (and a great grand niece of the original Duke)
 became the Duchess of Tiramasu.
	
	
	

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