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Epstein Castle was looming ahead of them, and Joerg stood in his stirrups to look around. The fortifications looked strong, but he could see the traces of neglect. The roofs, slate covered, showed slovenly repaired damage, and the woodwork was in dire need of paint, or at least linseed oil impregnation. With the reparation and tribute Rugenberg had to pay, he would be short of funds.

At the foot of the castle hill, the tents of Nassau's army could be seen, and that was where Joerg headed now, with his men. Arnulf had sent him out, after a week in the Erlenburg, to help the Count of Nassau finish the siege of Epstein Castle.

Already, castle and town had been under siege for seven weeks, as Joerg knew. Knowing his brother in law to be a thorough commander, he had no doubt that the siege was effective. Nassau's companies had not suffered in last spring's standoff around Meiningen where they had proven to be well disciplined. Joerg was glad to have them on his side, this time.

A group of riders left Nassau's camp and headed out for them. Joerg recognised Katherine's tall figure right away. On her left side, August, Count of Nassau was making a fine figure on his charger. They came to a halt right in front of Joerg. They all dismounted, and the Count hugged Joerg with obvious pleasure.

"Katherine told me of your miraculous deliverance. I am looking forward to meet your fair wife who worked that wonder."

"I had to leave her behind in the Erlenburg. Unlike my sisters, she is not used to field camps," Joerg laughed.

"More's the pity," Count August commented. "Now that you are here, we can finish this unpleasant business."

"I heard your hunch was right, about Rugenberg?"

Count August nodded, with a self-satisfied smile.

"Indeed. He was rallying his men already, four hundred of them. Not enough to challenge my men in open battle, though. They retreated into his fine castle, and since we captured most of their horses, I have no idea what they are eating right now. The harvest has not been brought in yet, and they must rely on stored food from last year."

Joerg smiled grimly.

"Hunger works nicely. Are there deserters already?"

"Every night. Between four and six of them. We strip them of their arms, give them a silver mark each and send them on their way. A few even asked to serve in my lines. Rugenberg is not well-liked by his foot soldiers, ever since he sacrificed them on the field of Ehrenberg, to bait the trap for Arnulf's brother."

"Can we take his lands outright?"

Count August shook his head dubiously.

"Usually not. He's a follower of the Roman Church, to boot. The Emperor will not accept it. Rugenberg's without body heir, though, and his next of kin took service with the French king. If Rugenberg falls, we take the lands in trust and start the negotiations. I count on the support from the Elector of Brandenburg. He pledged his favour in return for having his niece back."

Joerg nodded. He had expected August to release Barbara of Meiningen. Nele would be disappointed, but there would be an outcry if a noblewoman, a widow and the niece of an Elector, was kept prisoner.

"It is better, especially if we gain support from Brandenburg this way. Do you think Rugenberg may accept a challenge from me? That would end it, right away."

Count August shook his head dubiously.

"He would be foolish to do so. You are no nobleman in your own right, Brother Joerg, and he needs not hear your challenge, unless..."

"Unless?"

August smiled.

"Unless we can make your challenge known to his soldiers. With the fickle hold he has on most of his men, he cannot appear as a coward to them."

Joerg nodded.

"I shall word the challenge and send a herald, to announce it openly. Mayhap, we can end this without shedding honest soldiers' blood."

Hugo of Rugenberg woke from heavy sleep, groaning with pain. The wine he had quaffed the evening before was from his last cask, one that had partially turned sour already.

Damn! No wine and no food! All because that old, lovesick fool Nassau had taken that peasant bitch for a wife and felt aggrieved at her brother's capture and abduction. It had seemed such a fine plan at retribution. That redheaded oaf had humiliated him in front of his men, had taken the victory from his hands.

Now, he was back! By what miracle he had escaped those stout burghers, was beyond Rugenberg's comprehension. If only he had a second chance at the man, he would settle the feud in person!

Rugenberg dragged himself out of his bed. The manservant Ludger jumped up from a stool where he had nodded off.

"About time you woke, worthless churl!" Rugenberg snarled at the man. "Send me your daughter; I have no need for you."

"But, your grace," the man pleaded.

"Send me your daughter, dog! Out of my eyes, now, blast you!"

In impotent rage, the elderly man left the chambers and went upstairs. His poor child! He was not sure how many more encounters with the Baron she could survive. The cruelties became worse with each passing week, it seemed.

"Liese, my child, wake! The master sends me for you," he said dejectedly when he shook her sleeping form.

His daughter's fearful look felt like a dagger in his heart.

"Not again, father, please!" she implored him. "I'm still bleeding."

Desperation washed over Ludger. He only needed Liese to survive a few more weeks. When Nassau and Erlenburg's men would take the castle, Liese would be saved. Oh, Ludger had no illusion over what awaited her in the first, terrible hours after the castle would be taken. But no soldiery in the world would be as base and cruel as his master. They would rape her, but what could they do to her that had not been done at the hands of his master?

He himself would be killed, in all likelihood. It did not matter. The shame he felt, the impotence in the face of his only child's suffering, had soured life for him; he would gladly die. From there, it was only a short way to the next thought. Suddenly, he smiled grimly; his mind was made up in the flicker of an eye.

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Servant of Servantsby [email protected] (Francis R.)I nervously climbed the stairs and searched in dirty corridors smellingof refuse before I found the apartment. For my heartbeat to steady, Ipaused briefly before knocking, and noticed the television set playinginside. Some seconds later the door was opened by Sabrina, to whom I hadcome to offer myself as a slave. She was carelessly dressed in cheap worn-out clothes, a knitted plaidcovering her shoulders; she was eating a sandwich and,...

Servant of Servants

Servant of ServantsI nervously climbed the stairs and searched in dirty corridors smelling of refuse before I found the apartment. For my heartbeat to steady, I paused briefly before knocking, and noticed the television set playing inside. Some seconds later the door was opened by Sabrina, to whom I hadcome to offer myself as a slave.She was carelessly dressed in cheap worn-out clothes, a knitted plaidcovering her shoulders; she was eating a sandwich and, chewing, looked at me for a few...

Jungle Love With My Servant And Driver

Hi, I am Neha. I live in Noida. Some part of this story is true. My husband is from a small town who runs a large business in Noida. I will not mention the exact location. I got married in 2014. Every year we visit my husband’s home two times. I don’t wear Indian saree, blouse in Noida. But in his home, I have to adjust to traditional Indian housewife dress. His family is the richest family in the area. The incident happened this year when we visited his home. I was getting bored. I told the...

A Good ServantChapter 10

“From the start. Again,” the trainer’s voice sounded even and voided of any emotion. Cory kept his calm façade and began again to retell the story. How he had come back to the apartment, it had been dark, he had been hit and then tied up. No, he had no idea what happened. The slave? He had left him at home to go shopping, as he had to ready the dinner for that night. No, he had not heard anything. Yes, his master had had to be home around that time. They kept on asking him the same...

Achanak 8211 Part 2 Servant And Husband

Hi friends , first part of this sex story was published in Feb 2013. Thereafter I forgot to write subsequent part . Let’s have recap – I am Alka, having a grown up son Mohit. People say I am beautiful and owner of a very lovely & sexy figure. That fateful day my son dropped me at a mutton shop and moved away. There I got impressed by butcher Raffique’s monster cock and got fucked by him there itself in presence of his youngest daughter Ruby. Thereafter Ruby’s would be husband fucked me in...

Wife Gang Bang By Painter And Servant 8211 Part 3

Hi guys this is Rohit again thanks for wonderful emails specially from married females and couples I am here to bring you third n final part of my story please rate and share it and if you guys also wants to share your fantasy pls email me at now my wife nidhi will continue third part:- Hi guys, thanks for so many mails, Now I come straight to my story.shankar ka Lund Dekh ke muje laga ki abb meri taraph MIT jayegii aur Maine Shankar ko dekh ke fir se ankh Mari wo mera issaraaa samaj Gaya aur...

How Me And Servant Fucked My Neighbor Aunt

Hi this Raghava. I am 24 years old this is the story happened when I was 20 years old and was doing my graduation in Hyderabad. Before getting into the story let me give a brief intro about what this story is about. This story is about how I and servant of my neighbor aunt fucked her when no one is at home. Though things were not easy I framed a plan to make it possible. I don’t know her statistics perfectly with numbers but she looks sexy. May be she got weight after giving birth or anything...

Her Brothers Servant Ch 01

Ida did her best to hold her head high and maintain her dignity as she allowed the Asian servant to lead her into her brother’s den. It wouldn’t be easy, she knew that – but the attractive half-black beauty had been through far worse in the past six months. She didn’t have much to lose. At 37, she was still beautiful and carried herself with grace. Had she lived in a larger city, she might have tried modeling, indeed, she had been a model in the past and been much in demand. But once she met...

Her Brothers Servant Ch 02

In the clingy blue dress and heels, Ida stood before her brother. She didn’t know what to say, the moment had come and she was struck dumb. Luckily, Scott solved the problem by speaking first. ‘I’m very sorry to hear about your recent troubles, dear sister, and I will tell you that I’ve engaged my lawyer to make some enquiries about getting some of your assets unfrozen.’ ‘Thank you Scott, that’s very kind of you.’ ‘You’re family Ida, although we’ve seen little of each other over the years. I...

A Good ServantChapter 14

The last thing he wanted was to draw the others’ attention. He was glad he had been given a larger helmet, so his forehead and half his eyes were shadowed from view. He pulled the collar of the coarse miner’s uniform he was wearing a bit higher, to hide his face. His worries, however, had proved in vain so far. The hard work in the mines left little time for workers to chat up others, or even look around. He knew from Lucas that someone was going to wait outside for him every Tuesday. He had...

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