Message-ID: <36481asstr$1021381802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020514030743.89396.qmail@web21010.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 13 May 2002 20:07:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Spoils of War, Part II MMFF nc, MF first rom Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 09:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36481> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar 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 pleasure of our audience. Any rebroadcast of other distribution of the descriptions and accounts of this story without the express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. No animals were harmed in making this story. Constructive feedback is appreciated. Don ******* ******** 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. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! 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