Message-ID: <39635asstr$1039090201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021205032510.86943.qmail@web21002.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Sachs <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2002 19:25:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Preparation for War MF 1st nc/ MF / MFF /MF lt bond /war Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2002 07:10:02 -0500 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/Year2002/39635> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar Please remove my last name if possible. This is a "prequel' to the strory "Spoils of War" posted last spring. Although the story includes descriptions of rape, I am thoroughly against rape. Any exploitation of another person for pleasure is wrong, in sex, and in life. Usual caveat: This story is for the private enjoyment of the audience. This is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblence to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Any further distribution of the description and accounts of this story without the express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. No animals were harmed in writing this story. Constructive criticism and feedback are welcome, if only to ensure that somebody is reading this. Enjoy. *************************************** Dispatches from the war were coming in every few days, but they were uniformly bad. The army was abandoning its position at Paramasan, leaving it at the mercy of Tiramasu. Because the city had resisted, the enemy had proceeded to rape, pillage, and kill the population of one of the principal cities of the kingdom. And there was nothing General Alexander Placko could do about it. Placko was stuck at a frontier fort three hundred leagues away. Frontier guard duty had its compensations. There were always brigands to torture and woman to rape before being sold into slavery. But over the years, Placko had reduced the degree of slave raiding. His garrison had been reduced by the needs of the war with Tiramasu, and he wanted a peaceful band between him and the barbarians. His soldiers resented this, because slaving was one of the principal means of revenue at the frontier. He maintained some slaving to satisfy his senior officers, but they understood that military needs took precedence over greed and lust. Like any professional soldier, Placko resented that he could not be part of the action. The army was commanded by the high nobility, and he was the son of a minor baron. He even obtained the frontier post because the previous commander, a count, moved to the main army. Now the army was losing, badly. As reports came in, it became worse. Because the army had prematurely abandoned its position, many of the generals were in disgrace. The leaders had blamed their subordinates, and several were shot for treason. However, even the top generals could not hide their disgrace for long. The prince announced he had "lost confidence" in his top field commander, the Duke of Riccota, and was replacing him with the old Duke of Fettucine. The army had retreated to be close to Kalimari, letting the enemy occupy half the kingdom. Tiramasu had offered terms of surrender, but with the army still intact, although disgraced, these terms were refused. The army could do nothing but nurse its wounds. Tiramasu was consumed with absorbing it's extra territory and people, so they were not eager for another war, either. Placko fumed over the situation, but could do nothing. He couldn't abandon his post, so he couldn't help. All he could do is take some comfort in his slave girls, Mira and Chloe, and wait. Because of a deal he eventually reached with the barbarians, every so often, a barbarian would come in with some slaves to sell. Placko and his officers would deal with them, and send the slaves to Kalimari. If a slave girl was especially pretty, one of the officers would take her for a few days, or longer, whether she wanted to or not. That was how he obtained Mira. He saw Mira soon after he arrived. It was still possible to conduct raids among the barbarians, so Placko lead a company of dragoons on a campaign. He wanted to learn the nature of the people and places with which he had to deal. The company moved deep into barbarian territory, but they moved quietly to avoid suspicion. They came open a village, built behind a stockade. His trained troops had better weapons and better training, so they little difficulty penetrating the small fort. His soldiers were beating the men and grabbing the women. When he saw a sergeant grab a pretty dark haired girl, he ordered him to stop. "Save her for me," he ordered. Mira was confused by what had happened. She had heard stories of what happened to pretty women who were sized by the soldiers. She saw that many of the women of the village were being treated worse. The men, including her father, were being tied by chains and lead away. She never saw him again. Children and old were either taken or killed. The women were pushed to the ground, and several soldiers took turns raping and sodomizing them. Screams of pain and humiliation pervaded the camp. Mira was handed to Placko's lieutenant to transfer back to the fort. At the fort, Placko arranged for some of his men to keep the prettier women. The rest he held for sale to the slave traders from Kalimari. Only when he had dealt with every one else, could he turn his attention to Mira. He had her brought to his room. He had changed into a simple tunic. The simple room contained a desk, bed, and some furniture for clothes. It was heated by a small fire. "What is your name?" he asked. Mira was so frightened, she barely understood the question. Eventually, she just whispered, "Mira." Placko declared, "Mira, you are my slave, by right of conquest. You exist to serve me and me alone. You will follow my instructions completely. Take off your dress." Mira was wearing a simple one piece dress used by the barbarians. The jewelry adorning it had been stolen during the fight. She did stood staring blankly, not moving. "I said, slave, take off your dress." Placko ordered. Again, Mira stared blankly across the room. Placko took his knife and pointed it at her neck. Mira thought she was going to be killed. "Don't kill me, sir." she said, her voice softened by fear. Placko used the knife to cut the dress, tearing it to shreds. He seized her naked body and threw her on the bed. He tied the hands to clamps on the bed. Mira was crying but did not try to struggle. He pried open her legs. Placko opened his tunic, and quickly penetrated her small vagina. "I'm going to fuck you now." Placko declared. Mira cried out in pain. Her pain got Placko more excited. He used her roughly, pounding her. Mira realized that further resistance was futile. She was helpless, being cruelly raped by this soldier. She had trouble focusing on what was happening and how she felt. In the meanwhile, her ravager was pounding her body. He felt that his slave deserved a good fucking. It would make her more compliant. And his lust was growing shaper. He pounded her until he felt his sperm rising in his balls. Placko grunted. Each grunt was accompanied by as squirt of sperm. He did care about how she felt about sex. When Placko was finished, his mood softened. He got off her body. He noticed the area beneath her legs was red. He had deflowered a virgin. He untied her hands and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry that was not good for you. It will get better as you get more practice. Have you eaten? You should have something to eat and drink." Mira realized that she had not eaten since being captured. "I was not hungry." she said quietly. Placko ordered food and wine for her. His orderly stared at her naked body, but said nothing. He also ordered a bed for her. "You will sleep in that bed. There is no need to chain you the bed, because you have no place to go. I will get clothes for you tomorrow. " Mira gradually got used to being a sex slave. He bought some simple petticoats to wear, but he also bought her some simple jewelry. She was raised to believe that a woman has the duty to please a man. She had expected to practice that duty on a husband, not a slave master. However, from what she saw of other marriages, often a husband was no better than a slave master. She also saw that as the slave of the general, she was treated and fed better than the other women. The only sign that she was a slave was a small brass collar which has clamped on her neck. Placko took her to his bed almost every night. She learned how to suck his cock and bring him off in her mouth. She learned numerous positions for sex, including standing, kneeling, from the front and from behind. And most important, she learned to enjoy it. She liked to have him tie her to the bed while he licked and fondled her cunt. It sent mountains of pleasure through her loins. When he untied her, she could return the favor by sitting on his prick until he also climbed the mountain. Placko obtained his next slave as an indirect result of the raid where he took Mira. A barbarian chieftain came to the fort, pulling a tall blond girl. She was taller, more buxom and sexier than Mira, but not quite as pretty. The chieftain had heard about the raid, and was offering a deal. He would surrender his daughter to Placko if he agreed not to raid his tribe. Since the outpost was loosing troops to the war with Tiramasu, Placko agreed. He later found out that the girl, Chloe, had been found in bed enjoying a lowly servant, disgracing the family honor. Chloe agreed to be sold as a slave since the alternative was to be burned at the stake. Chloe was concerned about sex since her breasts developed. She did not care about family honor. All she cared about was her own pleasure. She seduced the servant because he was one man who would do as she commanded. She realized that she was lucky to be caught with the servant and sold to a man like Placko, because otherwise she might have ended up as a common whore. Unlike Mira, Chloe did not have to taught a thing about how to please a man. When Placko took her to his room and ordered her to remove her dress, she eagerly complied. Placko sat on the bed. He had Mira moved out of the room for the night. "Come here." Placko ordered. Chloe approached the bed, swiveling her hips sexily. Placko placed his hands on her hips, and pulled her cunt to his mouth. Chloe knew this was going to much better than any servant. She was free with her body. She placed her hands on his head, to encourage him. Soon, he had Chloe moaning with pleasure. He sucked and licked all around her slit. However, Placko viewed this oral work as only the appetizer to the main course. Placko stood up and faced her. He ordered, "Lean on the bed. I want to fuck you from behind." "Oh master, please do that. I've never been taken that way, and I've always wanted to. It's so dirty that way, like an animal." Chloe urged him on, lustily. She braced her arms on the head rest. Placko bent down until his prick was perfectly in line with her cunt. He then pushed himself with a smooth thrust. "Master, that feels wonderful." Chloe declared. Placko penetrated her forcefully. She delighted in the feeling. Soon, Chloe was sighing with pleasure as he moved within her. "Fuck me, master. Do it harder." Chloe urged. Placko seized her breasts, and squeezed them. The pain got her more excited. He alternated between pushing her breasts and slapping her on the rump. And he kept moving. Chloe pushed back at him, in rhythm with his thrusts. She wanted to increase the friction in her pussy. She was grunting and sweating with exertion. Placko knew he had a tremendous piece in his bed. But he was loosing control. He picked up speed. He was no longer coordinated with her. But she did not need that. A gush of pleasure engulfed her body. "Master, that made me climax!" Chloe exclaimed. "I'm going to fill your eager cunt with cum," Placko said, cursing and grunting. "Yes, master, fill me!" Placko felt his balls disgorge a torrent of semen, firing off multiple rounds of cum. It was enough to set Chloe off again, in a series of high pitched squeaks. "Ahhh!" was all she managed to say. Placko felt completely and wonderfully drained by his encounter. He told her to lie down on the bed. "I know it sounds strange, but I think I am going to like being your slave." she said. "I like having you." Placko was concerned about how he would handle Mira and Chloe together. At first Mira was jealous of Chloe. Mira had been there first. He told Mira that having Chloe would give her a chance to rest. He did not want to become so used to either woman, or they so used to him, that it became routine. He thought that Chloe would be able to teach Mira a few things. However, he realized that Mira's prime motivation was to please him, whereas Chloe's prime motivation was to please herself. Placko's experience with Chloe inspired a new policy with the barbarians. Each tribe or village would be required to a pay a tribute of a couple of slaves, between the ages of fifteen and twenty, every year, in return for not being raided. Since a tribe would loose many more in a raid, they accepted the offer. Placko did not mind if they kidnapped the slave from other tribes, as long as they paid the tribute. Placko distributed the female slaves among his officers, and sold the male slaves to Kalimari. He occasionally would enjoy a female slave, but he preferred to use Mira and Chloe. This enabled him to reduce the force of his garrison, in support of the war. His ability to do more with less did not escape the attention of his superiors, but they did not give him a command in the war. Placko began to try Mira and Chloe together. Chloe sat on the bed, with Mira standing in front of her. He told Chloe to put her finger in Mira's cunt. Neither woman had ever done something with another woman, but Chloe would try anything. She tenderly inserted her finger. Mira realized that the exquisite feelings were the same if they came from Chloe or Placko. Placko stood next to Mira and asked Chloe to suck him, while she was fingering Mira. Placko leaned on Mira, while he was getting harder and more excited. Suddenly, Placko pulled out of Chloe's mouth and lined up behind Mira. Mira leaned forward to accomidate him, pressing her cunt into Chloe's mouth. Placko started to fuck her and Chloe started to suck her. Together, they had Mira in sexual ecstasy. As Mira was climbing to orgasmic heaven, Placko pulled out of her. "What is the matter, master?" Mira asked. Placko ordered, "Chloe, keep at her. I want her other region." Mira exclaimed, "Master, not my ass. That would hurt. "Shut up and take it, Mira. You'll like it." Placko's penis was hard and wet enough to push into her ass. He pushed her forward, but Chloe supported her. "Owe, that hurts." Mira complained. But the job that Chloe was doing to her cunt soon blocked out any pain. She was getting it in two holes and loving it. Her first orgasm broke rapidly. She put her head back and played with her tits. Placko kept banging into her. Placko reached around her and pressed Chloe's mouth deeper. He his repeated jabs at her tight ass was giving him fantastic pressure. The pressure rose into pleasure, as he pumped his cum into her. His cum began to drip onto Chloe's face. "Yummy." Chloe said. "Master, that was fantastic. The best ever. You made me do it. I love you two." Mira said exhausted. Mira slumped down onto the bed, on top of Chloe. "You are not finished, yet, Mira. It is Chloe's turn. Lie down and spread them, Chloe. Mira, you have to return the favor." "I don't know how, master." Mira said. "Just do to her what she did to you. You can use this stick. I'll show you." Placko grasped a cylinder the size of a fat prick and placed it in Chloe's cunt. She closed her eyes, smiling, knowing what was coming. Placko kissed her slit, while moving the cylinder. "Now, Mira, you do it." Mira took over. She moved the stick like a slow piston, while kissing her. She imagined what it would feel like to have Chloe do it to her, and decided to give the same pleasure to Chloe. Chloe put her hands on Mira's head, to encourage her. "That feels good, Mira. Just keep doing what you are doing." Chloe said. Placko watched satisfied that his slaves were helping each other. But now he felt left out. He climbed onto Chloe's chest. At first he lay his prick between her breasts, but he wanted more. He moved up and presented his prick to her mouth. She couldn't refuse. Her two holes were filled, too. Chloe tried to concentrate on Placko while Mira concentrated on her. She could not. Mira's exertions were too much. "I can't hold on, Master!" Chloe exclaimed, releasing wave after wave of cum. As soon as she was finished with the first release, Placko order Mira to resume what she was doing, and he resumed in her mouth. This time, Chloe was able work on Placko better. She sucked with her lips and used her tongue around the sensitive edges. Placko felt he would erupt soon. "I'm going to cum. Swallow it, Chloe." Placko announced. He squirted all over her face, and bounced cum off her throat. Chloe had to swallow it just to keep from choking. She also let Mira bring her over the edge again. Placko lay down, between his two women. "You slaves are the best. I'm going to keep you for ever," he said. For ever did not last long. Two events interrupted their manage a trois. First, Mira realized she was pregnant, which made her very happy. She believed that baring children was a woman's highest duty. Chloe did not share Mira's attitudes regarding pregnancy, but she was envious of the attention. Second, and more important, General Placko received emergency orders to return to army headquarters at Kalimari. Because they were signed by the Prince himself, Placko believed that they had to do with the war. The Duke of Fettucine had begun reforms in the army, retiring or transferring those who were either incompetent or whose shameful behavior lead to the disgrace at Parmasan. Although is was a kingdom, Kalimari was in fact ruled by its High Counsel, consisting of its Prince and high aristocrats. With the loss of Parmasan, many members of the Counsel were in disgrace. The people were upset with the Counsel, and might take matters into their own hands if the situation did not improve. The Prince was not a military man, but he used his political skill to gain greater control of the Counsel and placate the people. Placko kissed Mira and Chloe goodbye, and rode hard for several days to reach Kalimari. When he arrived, he was taken immediately to meet the Prince and Futtucine. "General Placko, how good of you to come so promptly." The Prince said, with a hint of condescension. "I had my orders, Your Excellency," Placko replied. "General, the people are crying for revenge against Tiramasu. But until now, the army was not ready." Fettucine said. "Why is it ready now, Your Grace?" "I have gotten rid of the dead wood and introduced new training and weapons. The trouble is, we have only a few senior officers left who are uncontaminated by Parmasan. " Fettucine observed. "That is where you come, General." The Prince said. The Duke said, "General, I am too old to lead an army in the field. I can do better at headquarters. We like the way you dealt with the barbarians at the frontier. You will come in with new ideas and new energy. We want you to lead the army against Tiramasu. " Placko relied, "I am honored by this confidence you have place in me. I will not let Kalimari down. How about my orders?" The Duke said, "Your orders will come exclusively from the High Council. You will have a free hand regarding the army." "Will I have any participation with the High Council?" Placko asked. "General, you are not a Duke. We shall see. " The Prince said, formally. Placko stood up and bowed to the Prince. Asking General Placko to command the army was the Duke's idea. He had supported Placko's army career, and was impressed by his skill. He also wanted someone who has not an aristocrat. If the campaign went well, Placko would have to support his mentor, politically. If the campaign failed, then the aristrocrats would not be implicated. The Prince said, "General, before you go, I have something for you. I want you to choose one of my slave girls for your exclusive enjoyment while here Kalimari." The Prince had acquired a small harem of slaves, some by conquest and some by gift from foreign ambassadors or supplicant subjects. They were kept for his own enjoyment, as well as sharing them with favored courtiers. The slaves were confined to a special house, until they were brought to serve some one. Unlike the slaves at the frontier, they wore almost transparent tunics, tied at the waist, which revealed their charms. Most of them had shaved their pussy hair. They also had small thongs attached between their legs, which rubbed against their pussies when they walked, leaving them in a state of continual excitement. Placko inspected the girls that the Prince had made available to him. He was told that he could take the girl from the palace, provided he did not remove her from the city. It was apparent that the Prince was only loaning him the slave, not giving her to him. He was attracted to a girl named Sheera. She was clearly older than either Mira and Chloe, but much prettier. In fact, she was the most beautiful woman Placko had seen in years. Her golden brown skin was the color of fine beach sand and her long hair was the color of honey. She had large brown eyes framed by high cheeks. Her sensuous mouth was framed by lips the color of cherry. Her large breasts looked as if they had melted off her body, like candle wax. And her pussy glowed with the color of fire. Her whole essence communicated, "fuck me." Placko had her brought to him at an apartment near the palace. She was in chains, but the transparent tunic revealed everything. He ordered that the chains removed and her handlers to leave. "Do you know who I am?" He asked. "You are the new general of the army, master." "Do you know why you are here?" "To let you use my body for your pleasure, master." "If you please me, you will live here instead of the palace. You will be mine alone. What do you think about that?" "I would like that, master. I want to please you." Sheera was the gift of a foreign ambassador. She had been at the palace for three years. She felt honored to be chosen for the commanding general, and hoped he would use her properly. She felt frustrated being used by simpering courtiers who did not know how to gratify her. She wanted the satisfaction of being taken and dominated by a strong man. She judged men exclusively by how they performed in sex. Any man who tried to dominate her and failed, including the Prince, was worthless in her eyes. Somehow, Placko was able to intuit her attitudes and feelings just by watching her walk toward him. Placko was sitting on the only bed in the room. "Remove your tunic and come here." He ordered. She cast the tunic aside. She was naked, except for the thongs between her legs. She moved slowly up to him, wiggling her hips. Placko reached up and sized her breasts. He rubbed them firmly, moving his hands across them. He then moved the thongs in a way that they grated against her pussy. Sheera closed her eyes in obvious pleasure as her clitoris grew and her pussy got excited. She leaned against him, letting her moans get louder. "Don't cum until I fuck you." Placko ordered. "Get on your knees and play with my prick." She knelt down and removed his penis from his trousers. "Help me remove this uniform, so I can enjoy your body." "Yes, master." Placko undid his shirt buttons, while she pulled off his suspenders. She pulled off his boots and let his trousers fall, while he tossed his shirt. He was wearing a one piece under suit, which she also removed. "Now suck on my prick. Get it hard for you." She lost no time pulling him into her mouth. He was rock hard in less than a minute. Placko looked at her eyes. She felt good about bringing up so quickly. "Good girl. Now I want to fuck you properly, like the bitch you are. Lean against the bed and stick out your ass." Placko stood behind her and found her pussy hole. He entered in a single strong thrust. "Take me like a bitch, master. Use me as your bitch." Sheera said, feeling wonderfully possessed. She worked her ass against him, to increase her friction. She was able to flex her pussy muscles, to increase the pressure. This made Placko feel wonderful too. He moved rapidly inside her, but he wanted it to last. He slapped her ass as he thrust. Each slap produced a tingle which increased her excitement. He also used her breasts as a handle to pull her to him. "Oh, master, this feels so good. Do me harder. Yes." Sheera exclaimed between moans. She pushed him in rhythm, but her vocalizations had degenerated into high pitched, incoherent babble. "Cum, Sheera. Let your body explode." Placko said. Sheera felt a spasm cover her body, deeper than ever. She was screaming and crying, while Placko continued to bang into her. He was grunting breathlessly. He knew he would explode, too. "I'm cumming into you hot cunt." Placko grunted. His hot white sex juice pulsed into her, burning him with pleasure. That was enough to set Sheera off again, harder and deeper than before. "Oh master," was all Sheera could say, as she slumped forward on the bed. Placko pulled out of her, but said, "I'm not finished with you yet, my little slave." He tossed her onto her back. He forced her legs apart and secured them with clamps on the bed. "Now I can play with your hot cunt all I want." He said. He rubbed his fingers over her clitoris. Even though he had just cum over it, he kissed her sensitive spots. She was helpless against his assault on her genitals. She could just absorb the pleasure as best as possible. Placko found a long cylinder, which he used to pulse into her. The cylinder was rougher than a penis, increasing the friction. "This is too much, master. Let me cum, please." Sheera was crying and begging for release. "Not yet, slave." Placko climbed on top of her and entered her again. He had complete access to her body. He took advantage of it to tease her by changing his pace, almost removing himself, and thrusting him hard. "Let me cum, master." she pleaded. "Yes, slave. Cum as hard as you want." Placko started to bang away savagely. He knew it would take him longer to cum the second time, but he wanted to maximize her experience. "Oh, master. You have me over the edge again." She screamed. Her orgasm started in her cunt and flowed in waves of pleasure over her loins. It was the hardest ever. Placko kept thrusting and she kept cumming, screaming loudly. She did not stop until Placko himself felt the wonderful pressure emanating from his balls signaled a powerful eruption of his own. Only when they were both finished, were they able to relax. Placko removed the clamps from her legs. She flexed them, and then let them fall on the bed. "Slave, let's see if you have any energy left. Sit up and lick all the cum off my prick." Placko stood next to the bed, wiggling his prick in her face. Sheera looked at him gratefully. She knew she would have to respond to his orders. She sat on the bed, and licked his prick. "That feels good. I want you to suck my cock. It may take awhile, but you can suck it good." Both Placko and Sheera were surprised by how rapidly he responded to her ministrations. Sheera wanted to pleasure him the way he had pleasured her. She moves slowly around the sensitive edges of his cock. She then engulfed him whole. She bobbed back and forth on his cock, holding it in her right hand. He grabbed her head to pull her closer. His pressure on her head almost hurt, but she was determined to bring him off. "You wonderful little cock sucker. You're going to make me cum again." Placko declared. She muttered something. "Don't talk with your mouth full." Placko instructed. She resumed work, knowing that her reward was coming. His cum came pouring out, like water from a hose. "Let it fall on your chest. Take a shower in cum." Placko said. She closed her eyes and bathed in his semen. She rubbed it over herself, feeling joy in her accomplishment. "Sheera, you are a wonderful sex slave. You will move in with me tomorrow. New wash yourself and have something to eat." With that Placko washed himself with a rag, put on his clothes, and left. Placko had Sheera installed in the apartment, with just a servant to keep her company. Since she had been a sex slave all her adult life, she welcomed the privacy. Placko kept the apartment locked, but Sheera knew better than to leave. Placko's relationship with Sheera was based entirely on lust and passion. They gave each other the best physical sex they ever had. But Placko did not feel the same tenderness for Sheera as his other slaves, especially Mira. Now that he had Sheera, he had to do something about Chloe, Mira and her unborn child. He was able to sell Chloe to a count who had lost his command in the recent shakeup of the army. That was no loss, since his skills were better spent in the bedroom than the battle field. The count was found raping women he should have been defending. Placko sold Mira to his replacement at the frontier fort. The law stipulated that any child conceived by a free born and a slave had to be raised as one or the other, according to the irrevocable declaration of the free parent. Placko indicated that he wanted the child raised free, and sent money for its education. Placko spent a great deal of time with old Fettucine. He met his daughter, Lydia. Placko considered her pretty and intelligent, but too young and innocent for his taste. Placko prepared the army by a series of increasingly difficult maneuvers. Finally it was ready to move. Placko had the Prince and the priests bless the army and wish it well. He declared that their primary mission would be the recapture of Parmasan. After several days march, Placko called a counsel of war. He said, "The enemy is too strong behind the walls of Parmasan to dislodge them. The only way to defeat them is to bring them into the open field, where we can bring to bear our greater mobility and numbers. " His second in command, Lord Taylor, asked, "How can we bring them out?" Placko replied, "Lord Taylor, you will lead the main army to Parmasan, where you will confront the enemy, but not attack. If they move, you move. I have sent scouts over the whole terrain. I will lead a contingent over the mountains and attack Tiramasu directly. When the Tiramasu army comes to the rescue of the city, they have to go through this valley. I will position guns on the hills. When they come through the valley, we'll pounce on them." "Won't they suspect an ambush?" "Even if they do, it would take them several days to go around the valley." The first part of the plan went perfectly. Placko got his guns over the mountains without being detected, and fired on the city. The main part of the Tiramasu army left Parmasan, to rescue their city, and were shadowed all the way by Lord Taylor. When they arrived at the valley, the first elements went through unscathed. When the rest of the Tiramasu army went through the valley, they found themselves under fire from three sides. At first the Tiramasu fought bravely, but as they came under greater pressure, they ran toward the open end of the valley. Many escaped, leaving their weapons behind. Placko considered it a great victory, but the Tiramasu army was still intact. He sent an envoy under flag of truce demanding the surrender of the leaders who lead to rape of Parmasan. In return, he would leave the city and its citizens unharmed. The Tiramasu leaders, fearing what might happen to them, refused. General Placko had to consider his options. The city was too strong to be taken by storm, and a siege would take too long. He placed his guns at their maximum range and proceeded to bombard the city, hoping to start a fire or hit a powder magazine. He considered moving his guns to the mountain behind the city and hitting it from above. He even considered abandoning Tiramasu entirely, and returning to Parmasan. In the meanwhile, the people of Tiramasu were suffering under the bombardment. They were loosing faith in their leaders. The Tiramasu army developed a bold plan. They would ride out and capture the biggest guns, which had been placed together in front of the city. Placko had left the guns purposely under defended. When the raiders came out, Placko and his men were waiting for them, falling on both flanks. He ordered his grenadeers to take the city gate from which the raiders had emerged. The city defenders had the choice of closing the gate, and watch their army be destroyed, or leaving it open and risking its capture. Unfortunately for Tiramasu, both happened. The Kalimari army was able to pour through the gate. Tiramasu capitulated. The war was over. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. 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