7 comments/ 7588 views/ 3 favorites The Countess Waltrude Ch. 01 By: glossophile -ONE- The chill air of the dungeon chamber raised goosebumps on his nakedness as he knelt in the pitch darkness, bound and helpless, awaiting the arrival of the woman his mistress Elke had assigned him to service that evening. The silence was profound. As always before such an assignation Kurt felt fear and sweet anticipation in equal measure but on this occasion both were amplified. His mistress had told him this woman was special and he must put forth his best effort and give her most exquisite pleasure and absolute satisfaction. Part of his resolve to not fail her was born of fear. Elke's punishments could be harsh, even for seemingly trivial transgressions or failings, and who knew what might befall him by her hand if he failed in his most important assignment yet. But on a deeper level he was motivated by his love for her and born of that love was a desire to help her in any way in the furthering of the cause to which she had devoted her life: the subjugation of the male. The woman he awaited was one whose persuasion Elke considered vital. She would be Elke's first recruit and ally since they had come to America nearly a year ago to sow the seeds of the Schwesterschaft, the Countess Waltrude's secretive society, in the New World. Kurt had served to recruit other women to the "Schaft" as it was called for the sake of brevity, back in the Countess's domain in a remote region of the Bavarian alps. But they were only additions to an already thriving network that was growing in power throughout Europe. Elke was the Countess's favorite and protege. Her Nordic beauty and the strength of her dominant will were like onto those of the Countess herself. Hence she was chosen to further the the ambitions of the Countess across the sea. And Kurt had been sent with her as slave, lover and helpmate. Kurt was the favorite slave of the Countess among the many she owned. The pleasure he gave, the profundity of his submission, caused him to be treasured by her as much as a woman such as she could treasure any mere man. As Elke had come to be ever more in her favor she had shared Kurt with her generously. Sometimes they would pair up on Kurt for long evenings of mad pleasure and over time he came to be hopelessly in love with each of them, longing always for the attentions of either or both. And he was their willing and eager agent of persuasion and recruitment. He would submit without limit to the pain and degradation inflicted upon him by the kind of cruel, lustful and emasculating woman the Countess sought out to join her network. His duty was to introduce them to the delights membership would bring them and he had never failed. He heard footsteps approaching the door, the click of heels on stone. Then there was the sound of the heavy bolt being thrown and the creak of hinges. The corridor outside was dimly lit by flickering torches. Elke had a flair and taste for the classic and dramatic and had prepared the basement dungeon accordingly. The silhouette of a woman appeared in the doorway. Her hand reached out for the light switch and torches mounted in the walls ignited, filling the chamber with a flickering amber glow. And Kurt saw for the first time in the flesh the woman Elke had introduced him to with pictures, videos and written information from the dossier had compiled on her back in the old country and added to since their arrival. Elke had befriended her not long after they had come, found her a kindred spirit and had become her confidant. She had confessed to Elke one night when plied with drink the cruel and perverse urges she felt but had yet to act upon fully. All had to do with the degradation of men and her contempt for them. She told Elke she often made men come to her office and eat her pussy for the sake of "job security" but she yearned to do so much more to them. Kurt knew well what might await him under her tender mercies. The woman before him was tall, somewhat full of figure but her broad shoulders and regal posture suggested it was muscle not flab that gave her those voluptuous curves. Her hair was dark brown, worn in a short and severe cut, her eyes large and gray blue, cold as steel. Her face with it's strong chin and wide full lips held a seemingly permanent expression of imperious arrogance, that of one long accustomed to immediate and absolute obedience and submission from any to whom she spoke. She wore a finely tailored black, pinstriped women's business suit with knee length skirt. Her name was Karla Block, age 35. At the age of 30 she had become the de facto queen of Block's Mill, the small Wisconsin city along the banks of the Mississippi river outside of which Elke had taken up residence in this old mansion on a towering bluff overlooking the river and the town. The city had suffered greatly from the collapse of its economy, major employers closing up one by one making jobs scarce and wages low. And Karla Block's power had grown in proportion since gaining control of the company her family had owned for generations, which had survived as the town's only major employer. There was a mayor and city council, hand picked by her and "elected" on a regular basis under a long standing implied threat. If her chosen candidates, mostly women and a few men who were slavish lackeys, didn't win nobody should bother showing up for work the day after the election. The countess had chosen this place as the incubator of the new world network after Elke's extensive research. It seemed perfect, a somewhat remote location, a place where women already held sway with one particularly strong one in charge. Karla's eyes grew wide at the scene before her. An expression lit up her face, one of lust kindled and longing fulfilled. Her gaze took in Kurt and the implements of torture and pleasure arrayed about the chamber and hanging from hooks along the walls and she began to shed her clothes. The jacket was tossed to the floor, followed by her blouse and bra. The skirt dropped straight down and she stepped from it. Standing now in only stockings, garters and black pumps, she wore no panties. The lovely curvature of her hips and convergence of her comely thighs enfolded and framed the dense wedge of her coal black bush. She stood with broad shoulders back, tall and regal in her posture, full breasts jutting forth firm and proud. He knelt in the chambers center, hands cuffed in front of him, ankles bound tightly together by rough hemp rope. Above him was a mechanical hoist. A cable dangled from it with a hook at its end. The control box hung from a cord nearby. Karla covered this distance between them with a few long, slow strides and took the control box in one hand, lowering the hook while raising his hands above him with the other. She locked the hook onto the chain, hoisted him so he was on tiptoes and his arms fully extended. Then she went to the wall where an array of whips were hung and chose one to her liking, a heavy singletail two meters in length. It was a brutal whip that required no finesse to wield it, just a strong arm and a heart of stone. Stepping over to stand facing him she put a hand between her thighs, scooped deep in her pussy to gather her wetness and smeared it over his face. A familiar blending of terror and longing came over him and his cock stiffened as the medley of scents filled his nostrils, sweat and piss and the musk of woman in the throes of lust. He looked in her eyes and she spoke her first words. "Smell it boy, drink it in! I can see you like it!" She grabbed his cock and gave it a harsh twist. "Perhaps it will help you enjoy your whipping." She stepped behind him. There was a whooshing sound and the first cruel lash bit him and then more in quick succession, causing him to jump and hop, feet writhing in his pain with each stroke, a dance he knew so well. The healed welts crisscrossing his body bespoke much practice at it.The women in his life found it most pleasing and amusing. She worked her way around him until she faced him once again, a look of warm satisfaction crossing her face with each lash, her big breasts jiggling and flopping as her strong right arm did its work. He knew a hundred lashes when he felt them and at about that number she stopped, tossing the whip aside. She lowered him and unhooked him then took his balls in both hands and twisted them twice around. Keeping a grip on his twisted sack with one hand she turned and pulled him, making him hop behind her to where a leather throne was placed along the wall. With a downward shove she made him kneel and flopped into the seat, spreading her thighs and resting her ankles on the arms. Unbidden he bowed forward. The sight of her raven haired mount, riven by the hot pink gash, it's ragged lips swollen and protuberant from the heat of her desire drew him in as if to a magnet. As her scent dizzied him and his first taste of her sparked its familiar craving part of his mind turned to recalling how he had come to this pass, a willing slave to Woman, eager to give any pleasure, suffer any pain, no indignity too profound or vile for him to submit. But the memory of his life before was faint and fading and it did not seem to matter. All that mattered was he loved his mistress Elke and his Countess more than life itself and nothing was too much for them to ask of him. And he would not trade his former life or any other for the one he lived now. -TWO- Kurt's great great grandparents had emigrated to America from their village in a remote mountainous corner of Germany in the mid 1800's. The family's ethnic identity had remained strong as had ties to the family back in the old country. By tradition each family member was expected to become fluent in the German language and make a sort of pilgrimage back to the ancestral home village at some time during young adulthood. At age twenty five Kurt had made his travel arrangements and set out one summer in mid-July, planning to stay for a month, as was customary. He had grown up to be a muscular, robust, blonde and blue eyed young man and had gone to college in Colorado where he had come to love the mountains, becoming an ardent backpacker. His good looks were such that he might have become an arrogant cad but instead he was a bit shy and also sensitive and romantic. No lady's man but no virgin either he had had a fling here and there but had yet to find the one. When he flew into Munich he made arrangements to have his luggage shipped on ahead of him, having found a hiking trail through the mountains that intrigued him. It led from a small inn near the top of a lofty pass through the highest and wildest part of the Bavarian alps and ended at the village. With just his heavy backpack he took a train out of Munich to where the rail line ended and then a bus up the winding mountain road until he reached the inn where he planned to spend the night before setting out at dawn for a hike that required spending a night in a tent at high altitude before reaching his destination in the afternoon of the following day. He arrived just at sunset. The inn was half timbered and thatch roofed, a classic structure from a bygone time. It was perfect to set the tone for his trip. At the front desk he was greeted by a tall, mature and matronly woman with flaxen hair done in long braids. As he checked in it seemed there was a knowing gleam in her eye, making him feel like a mouse being eyed by a cat. He felt unnerved at first but shook it off and after lugging his pack upstairs to the room we went back down to take a table in the inn's small restaurant. A tall young blonde woman wearing traditional garb approached him writing pad in hand. "Good evening sir. I am Elke and I'll be your server this evening. Can I get you something to drink first?" She was tall, broad of shoulder and wide of hip but narrow in the waist with large firm breasts half exposed by the low cut, richly embroidered white blouse she wore, the essence of a young Nordic goddess. Her deep blue eyes had a flirtatious gleam and he felt a stirring in his pants. He blushed and she smiled warmly, waiting patiently for his order. He composed himself and ordered a liter stein of the local brew and wiener schnitzel. There were just a few others at the tables at first but the dining room filled up with customers as he waited for his meal. It was mostly couples and it seemed all the women were in charge and assertive and the men meek and under their thumbs. Elke was busy, going from table to table with quick light steps but she was especially attentive to him and more and more those blue eyes held an expression of frank invitation each time she came to his table. He finished his meal but lingered to nurse another liter. Elke came by his table more frequently than mere service might dictate and as things settled down for the evening and the room emptied out he found excuses to ask her questions about the inn and the trail he meant to take the next day. She brought a map and laid it out on the table before him then leaned over his back too point things out to him. She told him what a difficult and exhausting hike lay ahead of him. Her lovely breasts enfolded his head. He couldn't help nestling his head deeper between them and she giggled, giving him a light slap of mock reproach and flouncing away, yet turning to give him a wink. She disappeared then but later he caught glimpses of her helping clean up the kitchen. He sighed and made his way up to his room, meaning to hit the hay early so he could be up with the sun. The beer and food took hold after his long day of travel and he drifted off within minutes. He awoke to the clicking of the door latch. The door opened and Elke slipped inside, now wearing a red silken nightgown. A silvery stream of moonlight came through the window, illuminating her as she stood for a moment by the door, eyes riveted upon him with a gleam of brazen desire. She pulled the string behind her neck to untie the nightgown and it dropped to the floor, caressing her exquisite nakedness as it fell. She stood for yet another moment, tall, shameless and proud in the moonlight. His eyes roamed over her, drinking in the firm jutting breasts, their nipples taut and wrinkled in her lust, the curvature of her hips, the golden haired nexus below her firm belly and between her comely thighs. She came to him with the graceful motion of a young lioness, tossing aside the blankets, covering him with silken flesh, hungry mouth pressing soft wet lips to his, invading it with her tongue, melting him. One hand groped and fondled him. stroking his rigid length, kneading his swelling balls. She kissed her way down over his belly and he gasped as his shaft was enveloped in the velvet heaven of her eager mouth. He lay helpless in his rapture, head lolling side to side as she transported him, mastered him. Then, keeping him in mouth she swung her body around to mount his face. In the room's dim light he saw her golden womanhood descending to cover him. The wet tickle of her bush, her scent, her taste dizzied him. He had not known a woman in this way but only knew he must lick so he plyed his tongue about aimlessly but with a passion that pleased her. Taking charge of matters she pressed her clit to his lips and rolled her hips to direct his attentions there. He took her cue and wriggled his tongue hard on the her tender berry and soon she convulsed and shuddered in her climax, flooding his mouth with salt-sweet elixir. But she never lapsed in her sucking of him and he felt the welling up of his release and an extra hardening of his cock. She felt that too and as he moaned his delight she passed her lips and tongue softly over him swallowing his each creamy spurt with a soft gulp of purest delectation. Then she came around to snuggle her fleshy satin loveliness beside him, murmuring tender words in his ear. He was giddy, trembling, babbling words of gratitude. He pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting his cum there but not caring. He was overcome, conquered, already lost in his infatuation. It seemed after imbibing her juices the essence of her was imprinted upon him indelibly. But she wasn't finished with him. She went back down to take him in mouth again. Soon she had him stiffened like stone and came back up to lie on top of him, giving another deep invasive kiss before rising up to straddle and mount him, slipping his pulsing organ into paradise. She rose and fell along his length, clutching and caressing with a heavenly grip and brief minutes sufficed to make him come again, spouting up inside her with lusty spurts. After brief respite she used her mouth yet again to harden him and then rolled onto her back with legs parted in invitation. When he rose to mount her, first going to his knees between her thighs to insert himself she raised her long legs rested her ankles on his shoulders. He gripped her thighs and fucked in a frenzy. But this time it took far longer to come and as he drove his shaft with jackhammer thrusts over her G she lapsed into rolling orgasm, crying out her ecstasy without inhibition. It drove him to rut all the harder and when he finally erupted and collapsed upon her gasping in exhaustion she enfolded him in an embrace of arms and thighs and gave him a deep grateful kiss. As he lay there regaining his breath she whispered sultry words in his ear. "Thank you my sweet tourist. Your journey will continue tonight until I've taken you around the world!" He wondered at the meaning of this as he lay on top of her but when his breathing eased and she thought him ready she made the meaning clear. With a push on his shoulders she bade him roll to his back. He was a rag doll in her hands. Once more she used her mouth and to his amazement she brought him to rigidity yet again. When he was stiffened to her satisfaction she went to hands and knees, offering herself in lewd presentation. "One more destination my darling. Please! I want you inside me everywhere!" He rose to mount her from behind and slipped into her vagina. She moaned her enjoyment for awhile but then reached back to seize his shaft and guide it to the third of her orifices. He was reluctant at first but she pleaded. With a shrug he aligned himself with her tight portal and pressed forward. She flinched as his glans slipped into her fundament and gave a little cry of pain but still urged him on. A few more thrusts served to take him to the depths. Her vortex clenched the base of his shaft, caressing, coaxing. He fell to thrusting in and out and her rectal massage inflamed him. She loosened and he fell once more to manic rutting, exhausting himself again, collapsing spent and wilted when he came his last few drops, not to rise again that night. He rolled to his back and she nestled beside him. They shared tender words. "Kurt. You were wonderful tonight. The local boys just can't measure up to you. I can't even trouble myself with them." "Thank you. And I've never met a girl who comes close to you. Forgive me but I think I'm in love." "It's mutual my sweet. Will I see you again?" "I'll be back. How could I not?" He laughed softly. "But you've worn me out. It's past midnight and I wanted to be on the trail at dawn. I don't know how I'll make that climb tomorrow if it's as hard as you say it is." "The hike would be much easier if it weren't for the Countess Waltrude, that regal bitch. She owns that valley I pointed out, the one you have to skirt on that steep trail at high altitude. If you could cut across that it would be much easier. But he countess is possessive of her domain and strictly forbids trespassing. There are rumors that trespassers simply disappear." "Well, I'll make it somehow. I prepared for this before I came, worked myself hard on the trails back home." "Kurt. I know a secret I should tell you. There is a way across the valley. The countess's castle is at the base of the valley and most of it can be seen from the main tower and I think she has it watched constantly. But there's a place that's mostly hidden from view." The Countess Waltrude Ch. 01 She went on to describe how he might find the faint trail through the forest that led to a low stone wall marking the edge of the countess's land. A rushing stream flowed down the center of the valley and just beneath its surface were stepping stones at the top of a small waterfall. Crossing the valley there cut off several miles of the hardest climbing. Elke left him then to get what sleep he could. She woke him at 5:00 AM with breakfast and coffee ready, then walked with him a bit down the trail as he began his journey. They parted with a deep longing kiss and she stood for awhile watching him go. He reached the bend in the trail that would take him from sight and he turned to wave and smile. She waved and smiled warmly in return and when he rounded the bend out of sight she took a phone from her apron pocket and sent a quick text. Then her smile went cruel and wicked as she turned to go back to the inn. She went inside for awhile and came back out dressed in halter top, shorts and sandals, carrying a small leather suitcase. She went to the nearby garage and entered through the service door. The garage door opened and she backed her black BMW Z3 out and sped away on the winding mountain road. -THREE- The trail steepened and the morning grew hot as Kurt made his way along. Fatigue from the night before remained and it wore him down by mid-morning. He looked ahead to see the trail rising ever more steeply with many switchbacks. And just before the worst of the climb he found it, the small pyramid of stacked stones Elke had told him marked the trail to the shortcut across the valley. It was just a faintly worn path through a patch of low trees. With a glance ahead at the steep climb and a sigh he followed it, having to stoop low beneath the branches. In just fifty meters or so he came to the low wall of stacked stones marking the boundary of the countess's domain. He looked to his right. The valley fell away down toward the castle, the ground covered with edelweiss and other soft greenery, a few patches of naked rock here and there. A rocky promontory projected from the other side of the valley about a kilometer down. He could just make out one of the castle's corner towers in the distance. It appeared unlikely he could be seen crossing. Just a few steps would hide him completely from view behind the promontory. He guessed it was two hundred meters across the valley, a hundred down to the stream at the bottom and another back up the other side. Sure enough, there was the waterfall just ahead. He made a quick run for it, helped by the downward slope and glanced toward the castle. After a fourth of the way down he was hidden from view. Still he hurried until he came to the bank of the stream just above the waterfall. There they were, just under the surface, the stepping stones, just half a dozen or so across the ten meters of water. He stepped onto the first and then the second and then he heard it, a thudding of hoof beats from down the valley. He paused to look that way and saw a rider on a black horse round the end of the promontory, coming toward him at a gallop. He was at the point of no return, same distance to safety either way. Fear took him as he stepped for the next stone and he lost his footing on its wet surface and fell headlong, carried over the edge of the meter high waterfall by the current. He floundered, losing many precious seconds before he got back to his feet and out of the water running uphill as fast as his feet could carry him, burdened by the heavy pack. He lost more time when his feet slipped from under him and he skidded back down the slope for several meters. The horse crossed some rock and he sensed a wrath in the clatter of the hoof beats and panicked, tossing aside the pack, bent on nothing but escape, already gasping for breath in the thin mountain air. He glanced back and saw horse and rider perhaps three hundred meters away but with fifty more for him to go uphill. Soon there was the splashing as the horse crossed the stream. Ten meters from safety he heard the thudding hooves just behind him and something wound around his ankle, tripping him up. He flopped on his face and rolled to his back to see his pursuer. Astride the splendid black stallion sat a woman who made him draw in breath in mingled fear and awe. She sat tall in the saddle, long golden hair tied in a ponytail that fell to her waist. Shapely and broad in the shoulders, her face was a finely chiseled sculpture, strong chin, wide mouth, high cheekbones, finely sculpted nose. It held a multifaceted expression, regal, haughty, angry, lustful. A gleam of cruel amusement lit up her steel blue eyes. She wore just a black leather halter top that barely contained her swelling breasts and a pair matching briefs that scarcely covered her down below. On her feet were thigh high black riding boots with gleaming spurs. She exuded a sense of timeless beauty, mature womanhood in its fullest flowering. From her hand trailed a long whip which she had used with skill to wrap around his ankle and trip him up. He knew beyond any doubt he had met the Countess Waltrude. Kurt jumped to his feet and turned to flee again but a searing lash stung his back, tearing a hole in his thin shirt. Another and then another persuaded him of the foolishness of this course. He turned to face her. "Strip naked, now!" He just gaped at first but another cruel lash struck his ribs, cutting him and he began to fumble with his clothes in comical haste, shedding shirt quickly but getting his shorts tangled up with his lug soled shoes, making him tumble to the ground, incurring her wrath. "Faster!" More lashes bit him. Somehow he forced his shoes from his feet without untying them and finally he stood naked before her. With a graceful motion she wielded the whip again, wrapping it this time around both ankles and giving it a yank that pulled his feet from under him so he lay on his back. He knew better than to try and stand. She dismounted and approached him holding a thin but strong looking coiled rope and a pair of handcuffs. Placing a foot beneath his waist she rolled him to his belly and cuffed him, then rolled him back over and slipped the rope into a noose around his balls, drawing it up painfully tight. Keeping hold of the rope she returned to the horse and leapt back into the saddle with feline grace. "On your feet!" He managed to stand with some difficulty and then: "Follow! And you had best step along smartly if you want to keep those balls!" She turned the horse and headed back down the valley at a brisk trot that made him run at three quarter speed just to keep up. She didn't deign to look behind her, just rode along with back ramrod straight, golden hair flowing on the soft mountain breeze, as if the fate of his balls meant nothing to her. And it was clear it didn't. He was nearing exhaustion as they rounded the promontory and he saw the lower valley spreading out ahead with the dark stone castle brooding at its base. There was a wide spreading oak tree some distance away and she seemed to be heading there. She rode on, back turned, indifferent. He stumbled often, sometimes stubbing his toes on rocks but kept his feet somehow, driven by the fear that if he fell she would drag him by the balls until they popped from their sack and were ripped from his body. They arrived at the tree. Its limbs spread out forming a pool of deep shade beneath. She stopped there and he crashed to the ground and lay on his back, panting hard, gasping, balls aching from the cruel and relentless tugging. But the shade and rest were blessed for a few moments. She dismounted and stooped to untie the rope from his balls, then kicked him harshly to make him roll to his belly. She tied the rope to the chain on the cuffs and he lay face down, dreading what might come next. She barked some kind of sharp command and he felt his arms being pulled upward painfully behind him. He rose to his feet to escape the pain and the pulling continued until he was triced up with his feet just touching the ground. He heard her bark another command and he saw what she had done. She had tossed the rope over a limb and tied it to the saddle. On her command the horse had taken a few steps, pulling him aloft, and stopped on the second command when he was suspended to her satisfaction. The pain in his shoulders was fierce. He craned his neck to look around and saw her shedding halter top and briefs. She stood proud and regal in her nakedness, the essence of womanly strength and eros, like some comic book caricature incarnate, impossibly voluptuous and seductive. And yet she was no figment but very real, unlimbering her long whip with a sultry glare lighting up her face. He hung there already dizzy with pain. But nevertheless his cock stiffened at the sight of her and she gave voice to her amusement. "You like what you see then? Well and good. You will soon come to know this body well but in ways you can't yet imagine. But first you must suffer. I abhor trespassing and punish it without mercy!" With a graceful motion of her arm the whip snaked out and wrapped around his body, down low at the height of his ass, its tip flicking around him to snap hard on his dangling balls. His knees weakened from the agony and his shoulders cried out in their torment as they absorbed his weight. He regained his feet only to feel a second searing lash wrapping around his back and across his chest. She worked her way around him, not a lash wasted, each one striking its target unerringly, each inflicting maximum pain. He blubbered apologies and pleaded for mercy but got the opposite effect. It seemed only to incite her cruelty. He abandoned all hope and hung there sobbing in despair as lashes fell unabated, more than a few striking his helpless junk. Suddenly she stopped, seemingly satisfied with his torment and barked another command to the horse. The rope slackened and he sank to the ground to lie fetal, whimpering, broken, chastised. She let him lie that way for awhile then came to him and kicked him onto his back. She put a foot each side of his shoulders and stood over him leering. Her nipples were taut and wrinkled, projecting to sharp points. His eyes traced the graceful taper of her legs to where they joined at her sex. Her lush tissues were engorged in the fullness of her lust, the ragged lips of her cunt protuberant, a lurid gash splitting her dense reddish-golden bush. "Have you tasted pussy my sweet?" He shook his head yes. In fact he had but only just hours ago. "Only once," he managed to gasp. "Excellent! Did you learn anything?" "Just a little." "Well we'll give you another lesson. Lick and learn my darling!" She lowered herself and he saw it descending, at once fearsome and irresistible. The lush, tickling, fragrant wetness settled over his face, the musky scent of a woman long in the saddle on a hot summer day filled his nostrils. He licked. Wisdom surely dictated it, the consequences of disobedience seemed clear. He was clumsy, aimless, untutored casting about to find ways to please. He sensed she enjoyed it despite his lack of skills, finding his desperate submission pleasing in itself. She let him continue and her beauty and the taste and scent of her grew on him, her essence so much like Elke's. It lent a passion to his efforts. She took control, first giving wordless but clear instruction, pressing her forward part to his lips so they enfolded her swollen pink little orb. "Lick! Suck!" He obeyed, at once grinding his tongue on her hot berry and massaging it between his lips. Her lust boiled over and she gave a panther's shriek as orgasm rocked her. A salty gush flooded his mouth and with a gulp he swallowed it down and that strange intoxication came over him again. With a deep sigh of satisfaction she sat down on his chest with her pussy near to his face. He raised his head with tongue extended to get another taste but she drew back from his reach and gave out a lusty laugh. "Kind of grows on you doesn't it? All of you poor pathetic fools come to crave it after the first taste or two. Being irresistible is a cross I bear!" She laughed again, with a smugness. "But there's something else I want you to taste. It may take some getting used to but you'll learn to like it soon enough." With that she turned around and settled over him, now presenting her sumptuous ass to his face. She used her hands to part her cheeks. Before him he saw her golden tuft and just above it the pinkish pucker of her anus. She moved backward, pressing it toward his mouth. Suddenly it flared, turning itself outward to form something like soft pink lips. "Kiss me my sweet. Make me happy. You know what I'm like when I'm not happy!" But it wasn't just fear that made him raise his head to press his lips there. Intimacy with such beauty made him tremble as much as terror. His manhood was stiff as steel and he felt the birth of longing. "Now get your tongue in there! Push it in deep!" He placed his tongue's tip in her center and wriggled it to push it home. Her orifice was open, receptive but when half his tongue was in her she clenched it and it pulled him in. "Move it! Wiggle it! Deeper!" He strove to comply and she pressed her weight down, enfolding his face between her lovely golden mounts. He wriggled hard, deep in her rectum, and she moaned her enjoyment but his tongue tired and he slackened. She grabbed and twisted his balls with one hand, giving a harsh slap with the other. Pain drove him to greater efforts and he slithered his tongue in and out with abandon, ignoring fatigue and she seemed to pass into a rapture of delight. But more than fear drove him. Suddenly it seemed her pleasure was his own, this goddess. At a moment of her choosing she shifted backward to offer him her clit again. Memory of his first lesson served and he finished her with a flurry of the tongue, making her come again hard, getting a second mouthful of a nectar for which a craving had bloomed. She sighed again in sweet satiation, leaned forward on her hands with her anus inches from her lips. He kissed and licked it tenderly, now of his own accord, and that seemed to please her. She stood, turned, lowered herself so her cunt hovered just over his lips. "I'll wager you're thirsty already and you still have a long run ahead of you. Open and I'll give you a nice drink." Shock made him hesitate a moment but her glare was enough to make him obey. Somehow he quaffed the salty pungent cascade, barely spilling finding it not nearly as repugnant as he feared. The taste of her was strong in it, a taste that had grown on him by the moment. She stood and flipped him over on his belly with her foot and untied the rope from behind him, then rolled him over to his back and trussed his balls tight once more. She gathered up her scant garments and stuffed them in a small saddlebag and with another graceful leap she was in the saddle and she set out at a trot before he had a chance to stand. Somehow he got to his feet and followed again. The land had flattened and the ground was more level and soft. Still she rode on, never turning, heedless of his cruel predicament. But the sight of her naked splendor urged him on. His erection jutted forth, bobbing has he ran. He wondered if he would even flee now given the chance. They reached the castle, crossing the drawbridge, entering through the gate. There was a broad cobblestone courtyard and to the right, along the wall, a stable. The Countess rode that way but stopped equidistant between the stable and the towering keep in the castles center. Kurt collapsed onto the cobblestones in exhaustion, gasping in some deep breaths but then rose to his knees to look around. Two things happened in quick succession that dizzied him with fright and bewilderment. First a naked man emerged at at trot from the stable door and took the reins of the countess's horse in hand. Kurt just gaped and trembled at the sight of him, sweat pouring from him from more than the arduous run. The man's cock was pierced through the tip with a heavy golden ring that made it dangle low and limp over a long ago healed incision where his balls had been. The countess laughed. "There are ways to be sure you'll keep yours. There will be ample opportunity for you to learn. This poor fellow was a slow learner. But he still has his uses." The countess dismounted, the eunuch led the horse into the stable and Kurt heard a creak of hinges from the direction of the keep. He turned to look and his heart sank to his feet. A small door in the wall of the keep opened and a lovely tall blonde walked through it, naked but for a pair of black knee boots and a belt around her waist from which hung a short mean whip. It was Elke. He stared at her, wounded to the quick, withering in his heartbreak, and Elke just laughed and then looked to the countess for instructions. "Take him to a holding cell for the night Elke and in the morning, first thing, clean him up and bring him to my audience chamber for judgement and sentencing." The countess walked away, entering the keep through a larger doorway at the head of a short stairway. Elke picked up Kurt's lead rope and, without a word, turned and tugged him by the balls toward the small door from which she had come. She led him down a long corridor with cell doors on each side. She chose a door, opened it and led him through, then untied the rope from his balls but left him cuffed and turned to leave without even looking at him. "Elke! What about last night?" He cried out as she walked through the door. She turned to him with a look of contempt and annoyance on her face. "Last night was pleasurable in its way but mostly it served my purposes, and those of the countess. My goal is to rise through the ranks in her service and my assistance in your capture will elevate me to the place I have worked for since I became a woman. I'm to be a member of a select group of women now, women who have taken charge of their lives and know how to keep men in their place. Many are women of means who pay generously for their privileges and pleasures. But it was my lot to earn them through service." She looked down. His cock still jutted. He blushed. Elke gave out a cruel chuckle and took a grip with the sharp nails of her thumb and forefinger on the tender tab of skin beneath his glans. It caused burning sting that doubled by the second. The pain made him bend over. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face up close to hers, keeping her cruel grip. "This thing will never be inside me again. But perhaps one day before too long I'll have my pleasure with you once more, though in a very different way. But you are nothing to me now." She let go, turned, slammed the door behind her and he heard her throw the heavy bolt. He fell to his knees, exhaustion, humiliation and heartbreak wilting him. He rolled onto the thin foam mattress that was to be his bed and used his teeth to pull its meager blanket over him as best he could. Sleep came, filled with nightmares he knew might well come true. "Judgement and sentencing" the countess had said. The sound of the bolt being thrown woke him. He lay on his back. Elke entered the cell and stooped to grab his balls in a hard grip, tugging on his sack to stretch it. In her other hand was a chain leash with some kind of contrivance of leather straps and laces at its end. She went to work with practiced hands. When she finished his balls were spread apart wide and projecting upward and outward with his cock between them and forced to point downward. She gave one final sharp tug that tightened the apparatus. His sack was stretched out tight and shiny around his balls and they soon turned a deep shade of purple like a pair of ripe plums and began to ache. A set of leg irons was hung on the wall of the cell and she clamped those to his ankles then tugged him to his knees and spoke to him. The Countess Waltrude Ch. 01 "This morning you will learn your fate under the judgement of the countess Waltrude. A fine and fitting name for a woman such as she. It means "ruler of strength". You will soon know the truth of it. Now follow!" With a sharp jerk on the leash she urged him to his feet. In spite of himself he was growing erect at the beauty of her nakedness. And the memory of their night together lingered. But the swelling of his cock made his binding tighten all the more, adding to the already cruel ache. She looked down at his organ as it grew, shook her head, rolled her eyes and spat out one word that oozed contempt: "Men!" With a tug she led him from the cell and down the corridor to a door near its end. She swung it open. They entered a small room with a mechanical hoist at its center. Elke led him there and and hooked the hoist to the cuffs on his wrists and pulled his arms up behind him painfully. There was a large floor drain between his feet. A hose was coiled by the wall. She took it and turned it on him. It first sprayed hot water that came near scalding him. She soaped and scrubbed him roughly with a sponge, then shaved him with a straight razor. Then she stepped back. "Come on! Do your business." Red-faced in his shame he relieved himself and she used the hose to flush it down the drain. Then she finished by rinsing him with ice cold water and drying him with a coarse towel. "Now you'll be presentable before the countess." There was a door in the very end of the corridor and she led him through it. They were on a landing of a shallow curving stairway that seemed to lead around the central core of the circular tower of the keep. The stairs went downward to the left and upward to the right. She led him upward. His leg irons caused his gait to be an awkward shuffle and he struggled to keep up. She urged him along with sharp and painful yanks on his tormented balls. They rounded the circumference of the tower twice, passing by several doorways that led to circular rooms in the center. Finally they came to a broad landing and a wide arched opening. Elke led him through it and into a large circular chamber. Hanging on its walls around its entire circumference were portraits of nude women standing tall and proud, each blonde and regal of bearing and stature, like onto the countess herself. And each woman had a naked slave at her feet, on his knees, forehead to the floor in a posture of utter submission with her booted foot across the back of his neck. It was clear the countess was one of a long line who had ruled this place for generations. And directly across the spacious round room the countess herself sat enthroned in a large black leather chair set on a dais raised three steps above the floor. She was splendidly naked except for the same thigh boots and spurs she had worn the day before. Two other women stood beside the throne on right and left. Their heads were shaven bald, only the hair at their loins remaining, one bush being raven black the other ginger red. They were tall and muscular with a menacing presence to them. Each held a short thick whip. Elke led him across the room toward the throne. On his knees before the countess was a young man, naked and bound as was Kurt. And another naked young slave keeper stood beside him holding the leash. Behind them was another such pair, the man on also on his knees, hands cuffed behind him. He heard the click of bootheels on the floor and turned to see another keeper with another bound and naked man falling in line behind them and yet another coming through the doorway. Elke stopped and gave a downward tug on Kurt's bound balls in wordless command that he kneel as well. He went to his knees and heard the countess speak to the young slave keeper before her. "And what brings this one to kneel before me and await my judgement?" The keeper answered. "This is a store clerk who was rude to the baroness Von Hoffman a couple of days ago. She reported him to the Mistress of Discipline and he was duly apprehended." "A serious offense then and rather a clear cut case. It will be the usual sentence, enslavement for life. Take him to the dungeon and place him in the custody of the Mistress of Discipline for the customary punishment and have her proceed with his training." The young man gasped in horror but then showed foolish defiance, spewing out profanities and idle threats. Then the two women beside the throne descended upon him. One forced him to his back with her foot across his throat. His organs were bound in the same manner as Kurt's. The other gave him several harsh whip strokes to his stretched out balls that made him cry out and curl into a fetal position reduced to whimpering and pleading. The two enforcers took their places beside the throne again. His keeper dragged him to his feet by his aching orbs and led him away. The countess watched them go with a look of satisfied amusement on her face then spoke again. "Next case!" The second man was made to grovel ahead to take his place before the throne. He trembled and sweated. Kurt noticed ten marks on his buttocks, five on each cheek, the letter "X". They were brands burnt into his skin and in various stages of healing, some just old white scars, some still red and one fresh and inflamed. He could also see the end of the slave's penis poking down between his legs. Kurt couldn't see but he could assume his balls were also stretched. The countess just nodded at his keeper to let her know she should explain the slave's presence before her. "This one picked up his tenth demerit last night my countess. His service to the your close friend, Madam Von Moltke, was utterly unsatisfactory and she put the mark on him. At this morning's inspection his marks were counted and he was sent before you for disposition." The countess glowered down at the cowering slave. "Ten times you have failed in your duty. Ten chances have been granted to you to redeem yourself and improve your performance to a satisfactory level. And even then and knowing the consequences you have failed. Incomprehensible and intolerable! Do you have some lame excuse, some reason you should not pay the penalty?" The slave just sobbed and sniveled half coherent pleas for mercy. The countess looked on with eyes like stone. But then a wicked leer crossed her face and a lustful gleam lit up her eyes. She parted her legs, rested her knees on the arms of the throne, her woman parts on lewd display, and clapped her hands to get the slave's attention. "Perhaps one more chance to redeem yourself? I have been known to show mercy even to the likes of you at times if I believe remorse is sincere. Come here then and serve me!" The slave groveled up the three steps, banging knees and barking shins in his desperate haste. He buried his face in her waiting pussy and set his tongue to its work. The countess let out a deep moan of delight and grabbed his hair in a fierce grip, giving him guidance. She had him go down to lick her anus first, keeping him busy down there for some minutes as her head lolled and her eyes glazed over in her bliss. Then with a sharp upward tug she directed him to her clit to finish her. She writhed and convulsed, making animal sounds as the orgasm rocked her and then gave a deep sigh and went limp and semiconscious in her savoring, eyes closed. Then her eyes opened and a her mouth turned up in a thin cruel smile. She dug her spike heels into the slave's shoulders and shoved him back so he tumbled off the dais and rolled to the floor. "So that's the best you can do to save your miserable worthless balls?" The slave went to his knees again, begging, abject but the countess just spoke to the keeper. "Take him away! Schedule his castration and let me know the date so I can send out the invitations. But tell Dagmar his unmanning should be quick and merciful. I can tell the poor fool was doing his best. I think his tongue is just too short. And you girls have some fun with him down there in the meantime." The keeper thanked the countess and led the whimpering slave away. Elke led Kurt forward to kneel before the countess and learn his fate. The countess addressed the young women first. "I know it's cruel to give a slave false hope like that just to have a bit of pleasure but how can a woman help it? The orgasms are always exceptional." Then her steel blue eyes turned to Kurt. He cringed and looked at the floor. "Ah! My sweet trespasser. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a capture like that, riding a man down in the far valley under the blue sky and dragging him in by the balls, stopping off for some pleasure along the way. Our little love tryst beneath the tree was delightful. The locals know better than to wander about on my land. But sooner or later some naive tourist is bound to happen by. And Elke, you are to be complimented for your cunning, your ruthlessness and above all your cruelty. You set him up for capture so perfectly. But better yet you made him fall in love with you too. He just wilted when he saw you walk through that door. You crushed his heart like a bug beneath your boot. Excellent! As I promised you are elevated to full membership and may now enjoy yourself in the pleasure chambers whenever you please." "Thank you so much my countess!" The countess looked at Elke with a special fondness in her eyes. "Don't mention it my child. You've earned it. And I have use for your talents. You have capabilities well beyond your years and your skills at seduction and enticement have always impressed me. I'd like you to help the other girls with that, develop something of a training program." "Surely my countess. I won't let you down!" The countess turned her attention back to Kurt. "Now trespasser. I think you can see where this is going. You too are sentenced to enslavement for life and will be taken down and placed in the custody of Dagmar, my Mistress of Discipline and her staff. Two of it's members stand beside me here. I think they make the hopelessness of your situation obvious. You have witnessed the consequences of resistance, though only in small measure. You will be trained to give pleasure. If our 'lovemaking' under the tree is any indication I think you'll be an exceptional slave and your balls will be safe in their sack for many years. Take him away Elke. But later come upstairs for lunch. I would like to talk more about your new status and my plans for you." Elke led him away, back though the archway and then down on the stairway past the level where they had entered. They made two more turns around the tower and arrived at a heavy, iron bound oak door. Elke had a few last words for him. "I look forward to meeting again under different circumstances. If you can please a demanding woman such as the countess without a lick of training there's no doubt you'll give exceptional pleasure once Mistress Dagmar and her assistants have done their work. You will take your place in a properly ordered world now and you will find out how lowly a place that is." She opened the door, pushed him through, then raised her foot, put her boot heel against the small of his back and gave him a shove that sent him sprawling. Pitch darkness fell as he heard the door slamming behind him and the sound of a key in the lock. -FOUR- After her morning audience the countess returned to her living quarters at the lofty top of the keep. An elevator was available as a courtesy to visitors but, being a disciplined woman, she took the stairs. Maintaining her strength and vigor was a highest priority for her. Daily rigorous exercise and the complete sexual fulfillment her station in life gave her had combined so that she had retained her youthful vigor and beauty at age 55 with no slackening in sight. It was a common thread among all her predecessors as well. Perhaps genetics played a role or perhaps it was the lifestyle, or both. She did not know nor did she care. She reached the top of the tower and went out onto the circular balcony that ran around the circumference. First she drank in the view of the lovely mountain valley and the deep forest surrounding that were her unquestioned domain. She sighed in contentment, unable to stop herself from gloating. Then she strolled half way around the tower to look down on the small town she reigned over as the twentieth in her line. It was a secret that had survived the centuries in this mountain fastness, a place where Woman reigned over man, a place properly ordered according to the lights of the countess and her devoted followers. It's real inhabitants were all women. Most had roots here for generations, all bearing one or more girl-children to carry on. The semen of the the most desirable slaves was used to impregnate them. Due to a genetic anomaly boy children were rare and those that did occur were taken to distant cities and abandoned where they would be easily found and adopted. There had always been discreet outreach to women on the outside, a search for kindred souls. The town had grown in size over the years, albeit slowly. Like minded women moved there to find sweet haven from oppressive rule of men. And others had stayed on the outside, forming secretive cells, abducting and training men to serve as slaves and "husbands". The town was a sort of Mecca for these, a place to visit and enjoy the special delights of the castle dungeon's pleasure chambers and the rigorously trained slaves kept imprisoned there. In ages past the women had often gone naked when weather permitted. Naked eunuchs, slaves who had outlived their usefulness for pleasuring and had been castrated, did the work about the town, cutting the grass, cleaning the streets, maintaining the buildings. In those days of slow travel by foot or horse the sounding of a horn sufficed to warn the inhabitants of the approach of the occasional traveler on the steep, winding mountain road and by the time the town was reached all appeared "normal". But in the age of the car appearances had to be kept up at all times and the occasional tourists and others who happened to pass through never suspected. Those who happened to stop were treated with a stiff, unwelcoming politeness that encouraged them to move on quickly. And those lone male travelers who met certain standards of desirability had a way of never reaching their intended destinations. The countess usually took some time after the morning session in the audience chamber to enjoy the two slaves she kept in her living quarters for her personal use. They were always the best of the best the dungeon had to offer and each knew his position was precarious. The countess regularly tested new candidates for this privileged position. Both slaves knew demotion to common dungeon slave awaited them if their efforts were found wanting by comparison. But this morning her orgasm on the throne had eased her but moreover she looked forward with great anticipation to lunch with Elke. When she had called Elke "my child" she had hinted at a secret known only to those closest to her. Elke was her daughter. By tradition, at the age of 30 she had conceived a successor in her womb by a slave who was special to her. The countess had sequestered herself during her pregnancy and only a select few knew of it. The pain of parting with Elke at birth still lingered. She had been given into the care of her cousin Gertrude, the woman who ran the inn where Kurt had spent his fateful night. Gertrude had posed as her adoptive mother. By long standing tradition it was considered fitting that the daughter of a countess not grow up in a state of privilege. Each was expected to start life in a lowly station and work her way up to foster the iron will needed to rule. Their wits and wiles were sharpened and character and self discipline instilled. Gertrude had indoctrinated Elke in the ways and beliefs of the Schaft. The countess had to suppress the temptation to accord Elke special favor over the many years as she watched her grow. But in a moment of weakness for which she forgave herself the shiny black Z3 had arrived at the inn on Elke's eighteenth birthday, the same year she had entered service at the castle as a slave keeper, hell bent on promotion to full membership. Elke was the embodiment of ideal Teutonic womanhood, the image and likeness of the countess herself. Only members of highest rank were privy to this secret tradition and the code of silence remained unbroken. If any others suspected they held their peace. Lunch was served on the balcony overlooking the valley, brought up from the kitchen by two eunuchs bearing trays of food and bottles of chilled white wine. A young keeper led them on leashes by the rings in their limp and dangling cocks. Elke arrived minutes later and the countess beamed at the sight of her. Joy and pride swelled her heart. She choked back, as she had many times before, the words that would divulge her secret. Elke was 25 now and five more years lay ahead before all could be made known. And the countess had plans for her daughter, a challenge that, if met, would secure her place among the greatest of her line. They had a leisurely lunch while enjoying the view and the cooling breeze. Elke was a bit nervous at first out of reverence for the countess but the wine flowed freely and after awhile the two women lapsed into bawdy girl talk, tipsy and giggling. "Elke, what do you say we go to my chamber and get out my private slaves and we'll have a little fun?" "That would be wonderful Countess! Such an honor! I've been dying to see the inside of a chamber. You hear things from the outside, the sounds the mistresses and slaves make, the pleasure and pain. But of course I've never been in one." The countess led the way through a heavy oak door like most of those in the castle into to a circular chamber at the center of the tower. Elke looked around the room, at the walls festooned with assorted whips and restraining devices, at the peculiar and unique furnishings, the uses of some obvious, others not so much so. And all were of the finest materials, leathers, woods, hand crafted wrought iron and showed superb workmanship. She felt a thrill at the thought of such now being hers to use and enjoy at will. There were two low doors in the wall. The countess picked up a remote from a side table and pushed a button. The doors rolled up and two naked slaves groveled through them.They crawled to the center of the chamber and knelt at attention. Their purpled balls projected up and outward before them, spread wide apart. Their cocks were pressed downward. But at the sight of the two naked beauties the slaves' cocks stiffened and grew and they groaned as the restraints tightened on their balls. Each wore a leather collar around his neck. Their bodies were crisscrossed with whip welts in various stages of healing. "Here they are Elke. Eric and Wilhelm." Elke eyed the slaves with a hunger. "Countess, I am so horny! Thank you so much. I need this!" "Yes Elke. I feel for you young slave keepers sometimes. You never get much more than what you can from slaves awaiting castration. One slave at a time or maybe two for the dozen of you to share must be tough. But it's necessary to motivate all of you. And you all get full membership by and by. You're past that now and today you can have a sampling of what life will be like from now on. What would you like first? Perhaps a ride in the saddle?" "Oh please yes! I've always dreamed of what it's like to have two tongues at once. Everyone talks about it! Is it as good as they say?" One hand found its way between her legs to fondle herself. ."Of course it is dear. You'll soon see for yourself. Just give me a moment." The countess snapped her fingers to get the slaves' attention and pointed to where the apparatus stood along the wall. It was a leather saddle split down the middle with a wide opening. Wide leather straps with buckles hung from it. It was mounted on a short pole that ended in a "U" shaped bar. Each prong of the bar supported one side of the saddle. There was a horn jutting upward at each end. The slaves crawled over to it and knelt facing each other chest to chest straddling the pole. The countess strapped their collars together into the saddle so they were chin to chin with their faces upturned in the opening.