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Subject: {ASSM} Preparation for War   MF 1st nc/ MF /  MFF /MF lt bond /war
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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.

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	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.  
	
	


	
	
	
	 
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	



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