Elizabeth
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The sound of distant cannon fire carried over the southern meadow. Where once there was a sea of grass dotted with dandelions there was now a city of tents. Hundreds of soldiers with musket and sword shuffled about in their yellow coats, leather boots trampling the grass and mud under hardened heel. The eyes of all vacant and defeated. The great castle that rested on the cliff of the northern bay, once a symbol of great pride to the gentle countrymen, was little more than trivial decoration to them now.
Once, a hundred years ago or more, the castle was a great fortress of defense in times of war. Now, cannon and musket made it a castle of sand, easily swept away by the tide of ruthless conquest. Elizabeth stood on the battlements and wept for the loss of gentle peace that once blessed the region. Blood and fire ripped through that scared peace and gentleness and kindness were no more. A world burning under the flame of oppression.
Stephan, her husband, came up from behind and took her hand. ‘Come inside,’ said he. ‘There is nothing left for us to see.’
‘We don’t have long,’ said Elizabeth, ‘we should flee.’
‘As Count and Countess our honor and duty demands that we stay. Let us go. The servants have prepared a midday meal.’
Elizabeth looked out at the lonely oak that stood a distance into the meadow. It was under that tree that her husband had made love to her for the first time, such a gentle and sweet love. Since that day she had a remarkable fondness for that oak. There was a soldier sitting under it now, back against the bark and no doubt wounded. She would never look upon that oak the same way again. No longer an object of romance and passion, the tree was tainted as was the rest of the countryside.
Feeling her husband’s touch on her hand, Elizabeth turned from the battlements and escaped with him inside. The table had been set in the dining hall. Servants surrounded the table with somber faces, the men in black coats, the women in simple black dresses with white aprons. Stephan sat at the head of the table and Elizabeth sat at the other end. The servants served cheese and wine for lunch.
‘It isn’t as bad as it all seems,’ said Stephan. ‘Reinforcements are coming. I heard so from the General himself. The shipping port at the base of the cliff is of major importance to the nation. The only access to that port is via the lift here in the castle. We will not fall. reinforcements are coming. We will be saved, Elizabeth.’
Elizabeth offered her husband a feint smile, more of a ghost of one. ‘Of course, husband.’ She sipped her wine and ignored her cheese. She was not feeling hungry at the moment. ‘As you say, reinforcements are coming.’
‘You look beautiful today.’
‘Thank you.’
Unsure of what else could be said, Stephan began nibbling his cheese and ignored his wine. He didn’t feel like drinking at all. ‘After this silly war is done with, we should have a ball or masquerade,’ he suggested. ‘A celebration of a return to normalcy.’
‘That is a grand idea,’ lied Elizabeth. ‘I would very much like to laugh and dance again.’
‘Yes. These past few months have been rather dark, haven’t they?’
‘Yes. They have.’
‘I think I’ll hire musicians from Lepant,’ said Stephan. ‘The finest musicians always came from that old city.’
‘Lepant has fallen, husband.’
Stephan’s face turned ashen. ‘Once the tide of war turns in our country’s favor,’ said he, ‘I’m certain it will be quickly taken back and restored.’
Elizabeth could have sworn that the cannon fire was getting closer. Her attention shifted to the tall arched windows that looked out to the southern meadow. Heart racing, she listened carefully. She was sure of it, the cannons had gotten closer. She looked back at her husband who resembled something of a scared boy in his manner and face. ‘Of course,’ said Elizabeth in the most reassuring tone she could manage. ‘It will be restored by next spring. I’m sure of it.’
Her husband smiled and said, ‘we’ll hire a full galley of costumers. No expense spared. Would you prefer or a ball or masquerade?’
‘A masquerade I would think.’
‘Yes. That sounds wonderful. Music and laughter.’
‘Music and laughter,’ repeated Elizabeth in what was barely a whisper. She sipped her wine. The sound of the cannons were closer yet, near her beloved meadow. Hope had vanished in her, but she smiled bravely and acted unconcerned for her husband’s well being. Stephan was a sensitive man. A poet and lover and fair ruler of the lesser classes. He did not have the stern temperament for war, or its ill effects on body and soul. Her husband, while forty, was still a gentle child at heart, scarcely capable of violence or cruelty. There was a bravery in that, thought Elizabeth. A quality that she admired greatly in him.
~ o ~
The cannons did not cease, they thundered well into the night. It was almost impossible to hear the pounding on the door. Covering herself in a blanket, Elizabeth rushed out of her bed chamber and down the stairs to the foyer. Her husband was already there, lantern in hand, to answer the door. He opened it and a soldier in a yellow coat came tumbling in. Stephan quickly closed the door behind the young man, who gasped for breath while falling to the floor.
‘Dear Lord,’ cursed Stephan as he knelt by the soldier. ‘What is it, man?’
The soldier sat up and spoke, ‘the General is dead. The captains have deserted us, running towards the woods to the east. We have no command.’
‘But the reinforcements,’ argued Stephan.
‘Ambushed and decimated,’ said the soldier. ‘Sir, you need to take command presently. If you do not, then the field and castle will be lost.’
‘Lost?’ Stephan’s face went pale. His eyes darted around the floor nervously. ‘No,’ he whispered, ‘such a thing is impossible.’
‘Unless a proper strategy is put into place,’ continued the solider, ‘we will be massacred. The meadow will be littered with the corpses of yellow coats.’
‘How can I do such a thing?’ asked Stephan. He looked up at Elizabeth. ‘I can’t.’
‘There is a way,’ explained the soldier. ‘But I am only a private and they will not listen to me. They will listen to the Count of the castle however. Please. We only have moments. You need to take command immediately.’
Stephan shook his head and stumbled to his feet. ‘No,’ he repeated. ‘I can’t. I simply can’t.’
The soldier’s face turned grim. ‘Then we are lost,’ he sighed. ‘We’ll fight to the last man defending the castle. You can be sure of that. However, the enemy will be at the door by dawn.’
Reverted back to the manner of a frightened child, Elizabeth’s husband sat on a chair and mumbled to himself. Elizabeth stood and watched him fall apart before her eyes. Stephan could not take command of an army any more than she could. They were both too gentle for it. There was only one thing to do in her mind. She looked down at the soldier and said, ‘surrender.’
‘No!’ her husband shouted, leaping out of his chair. ‘We will disgrace ourselves doing such a thing. We can line the battlements with muskets. Set the meadow on fire. Reinforcements will come!’
‘The cannons will rip through our walls like paper,’ argued Elizabeth. ‘And set the meadow on fire? Are you mad? With what? How much gunpowder do you think they could possibly have left?’
‘We’ll flee,’ said Stephan in a most desperate voice.
‘What of your honor as a noble gentleman?’ asked Elizabeth. ‘Those men will be slaughtered in the night.’
‘Let them,’ whined Stephan. ‘That is what they are for, Elizabeth. That is their place and duty in the world. Let them die to the last man so that our dignity might be saved.’
‘You should flee,’ said the soldier to Elizabeth. ‘Both of you. We’ll hold them off long enough for you to make way west, to Koldon. Your husband is right, gentle lady. It is our duty as soldiers to die for our betters
.’
‘It is your duty to do as commanded,’ said Elizabeth. ‘I, Countess of this castle, command you and your fellow soldiers to surrender and save your lives. Do you understand?’
Stephan remained silent, paralyzed by the cold hand of dread. Elizabeth remained calm and resolute in her convictions. She glanced at her husband, who once under her green eyes quickly shrank back to his chair like a scolded kitten. The soldier stood, tears in his eyes and nodded. ‘Very well,’ said the soldier. ‘If that is your command.’
‘It is,’ said Elizabeth.
The soldier left the castle, despondent and saying no more. Elizabeth went to her husband, knelt before him and took his hand into her own. ‘Whatever happens,’ said she, ‘they cannot take away our gentle souls, nor our loyalty to our country. Loyal servants to the rightful crown we will remain. We will surrender the castle. The royal army will regroup at Koldon and come back with the greatest fighting force the world has ever seen. We will be saved, Stephan. Just as you said this afternoon.’
Stephan began to weep.
‘No, my husband. You cannot do that,’ said Elizabeth. ‘You must show strength and resolution. You must show spirit. You are a man, not a child.’
‘You have doomed us,’ he accused her.
‘I have saved the lives of many good men,’ said Elizabeth with patience. ‘We’ll endure the cruelty of our enemies for a little while, just until the royal army returns to liberate us.’
‘Your cowardice wounds me,’ her husband said. He darted from the chair and rushed up the stairs. Elizabeth watched and said nothing. After he was gone, she spent a long time on the floor, tears flowing down her cheeks. Frightened beyond thought, all she could do was wait for the cruel masters of Tyran to come through her castle door.
~ o ~
Some time ago, Elizabeth had met Stephan for the first time. He was a poet of minor note but a gentle soul of promise. Elizabeth had seen that in him and cultivated him into the husband that she had always desired. She was twenty then and thirty now. Red hair cascaded down, brightened more by her fair complexion. She had a regal face, large eyes and pronounced cheeks that were the marks of royal blood. Ample breasts and a plump ass gave her a curvaceous figure that often complemented the dresses that she wore. Tonight she wore the gold one. She felt the need to look regal for when the brutes came smashing through the castle door.
She heard them at the walls. Her face was a mask of stern resolution. She left her bedchamber and stood at the bottom of the foyer stairs and waited. Stephan cowered at the top of the stairs. The doors opened and the black coats of Tyran entered with their muskets and swords. Elizabeth’s heart felt as though it was about to burst through her heaving chest. She could scarcely breathe. The sight of the brutish enemy in her castle made her want to drop to the floor and weep, but she refused to do that. She remained stern and upright.
The captain of the black coats entered, an older man of about fifty with short, dark gray hair. ‘Where is the count of this castle?’ he asked. His voice was rough and menacing, unlike Stephan’s sweet and gentle voice.
Stephan descended the stairs slowly, looking like a whipped dog. His head hung low and his shoulders stooped. ‘I am,’ said he quietly. ‘I am Stephan.’ Tears were running down his face.
Amused, the captain looked at his men. ‘What a strange country,’ he said. ‘When they are conquered it’s the men who weep and wail. No wonder we had such an easy time burning through it.’
The black coat soldiers laughed.
Unable to control himself, Stephan dropped to his knees and wept. ‘Please,’ he begged. ‘We have given you the castle, please let us go. Let us escape this misery and shame. I beg of you.’
‘Pathetic,’ growled the captain. ‘This isn’t a man, this is a dog. Crawl on the floor and bark like a dog. Come on, entertain me.’
‘If I do, will you release us?’
‘Do it or I’ll beat you into the dirt,’ threatened the captain.
Like a true coward, Stephan quickly dropped to his hands and began to crawl about. He barked, kept his head down and barked again. The captain laughed as he watched. Try as she might, tears began to escape her eyes as she watched her husband reduced to groveling and barking. The captain walked over and circled her, his lecherous eyes molesting the curves of her body.
‘You must be his bitch then,’ said the captain. ‘Have you ever been fucked by a proper man?’
A shiver went down Elizabeth’s spine. ‘I am Elizabeth, Countess of the castle.’
‘Not anymore,’ said the captain. His rough hand wrapped itself around her neck. He pulled her close to him. She could feel the heat of his body and smell the stench of battle on him. ‘You’re my bitch now,’ he whispered into her ear.
Elizabeth was unable to explain it, but a surge of excitement came over her at his rough touch. Her words stumbled and she repeated, ‘I am Elizabeth…Countess of the castle.’
The captain stood in front of her, his rough hands grabbed the front of her gold dress and ripped it open. Her big breasts came spilling out. Reflexively, she shrank back and tried to cover them. The captains hands grabbed her arms and yanked them down to her sides. One of his soldiers came up behind her, seized her arms and held them behind her back. She suddenly felt hot and anxious as the captain groped her chest while his men watched, licking their lips like hungry wolves. She moaned a little at the rough touch.
Stephan cried out, ‘stop!’
One of the soldiers hit him the butt of a musket, putting her husband back on the floor when he tried to get up. They grabbed him and held him on his knees. ‘Want us to take him away, Captain Rowan?’ one asked.
‘No,’ replied Captain Rowan, ‘let him watch how much his wife will love Tyran cock.’
‘No!’ cried out Stephan again, weeping pathetically.
A soldier took a small, round table by a chair and dragged it over to the center of the foyer. Elizabeth was taken and bent over it. They no longer had to hold her down. She submitted to their viscous will and waited for her conqueror to fuck her. The rest of her gold dress was ripped from her trembling body. No longer trembling in fear, but in wanton anticipation. Never in her life had she felt anything like this, she was intoxicated by the humiliation that she felt. When Rowan slapped her plump ass, her pussy dripped. The fact that her husband was watching in shame only caused her detestable passions to grow even more wild.
Elizabeth cried out as Rowan stuck his cock into her. Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped. The desecration of her sacred femininity made her shudder with base pleasure. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the table. It was so big, so powerful. ‘Ow!’ she cried as it pushed its way in. ‘By God! It’s so big!’
The soldiers laughed. Some of them stroking themselves as they watched their captain fuck the regal Countess like a filthy slut. ‘How do you like having a real man inside you, bitch?’
Slammed by Rowan’s big cock, Elizabeth could barely function in any meaningful way. She moaned and wailed in feverish ecstasy. Her tight pussy was drilled. Rowan fucked her hard and deep, slapping her plump ass at his whim. ‘Oh God!’ she moaned out, shuddering with pleasure. ‘Stephan! He’s so much bigger than you!’
Elizabeth didn’t know why she was screaming those awful things, she only knew that it made the pounding of her tight pussy all the more satisfying. When she said those things, she was fucked harder and faster. Elizabeth wanted to be pounded, groped and taken. She was being fucked mad and the redheaded slut loved it. Captain Rowan was right, Elizabeth loved it. She convulsed and cried out as her first orgasm hit her.
Rowan kept pounding at her tight pussy. His rough hand grabbed her red hair and yanked it back. Elizabeth felt herself cum again suddenly. Stephan watched as his
beloved wife was fucked mad by the black coat captain. Her face twisted itself into some sort grin, a degenerate smile that he had never seen on her before. She moaned and howled like some wild animal.
Being fucked hard felt so good, Elizabeth found herself praying that it would never stop. She wanted to be fucked all night and long into the day. The sweet, gentle lovemaking of her husband was a memory that was rapidly vanishing in her shrinking mind. Elizabeth had made Stephan her husband, but Rowan had made her his bitch. Her pussy belonged to the black coat captain now. That was all she was to the cruel master, and found herself desiring to be nothing else but.
She cried out, ‘Stephan! Forgive me! I love it, dear husband! I love his big cock! I’m his bitch now, Stephan!’
Elizabeth felt his his rough hand grab the back of her neck in an iron grip. She heard his cruel laugh at her confession. How quickly she had degenerated into a raving whore. The sound of her husband weeping sweetened it. When she looked over her shoulder and saw his face, she felt herself cum a third time. Rowan’s hand shoved her her head down. Staring at the floor, she felt every pound, every slam of his powerful cock. She felt him cum insider her, filling her with his dreaded seed. It was over. Rowan left her on the table fucked and sore. Elizabeth dared not move.
‘Alright,’ said Rowan as he backed away. ‘Have at it, men.’
Elizabeth was taken from the table to the floor and laid on her back with her legs spread. They crowded around her, grabbing at her big breasts and pulling at her hair. She was dazed, barely aware of what was going on around her. The first soldier stuck his cock into her. The feeling of it brought her back to life. Elizabeth arched her back and moaned into the soldier. She remembered wanting to be fucked all night and long into the day and it looked as though she was about to get her wish.
She looked over at her husband who sat on the floor unrestrained, completely broken. He just whimpered and whined while the black coats each took a turn fucking his wife. They came on her stomach. They came on her breasts. They came on her face. She watched her husband the entire time, moaning under each of them. Giving them her body willingly. The more they fucked her, the more she liked it. The pain was sweet to her as nothing had ever been before. The humiliation of both her and her husband was a constant source of want. The more he suffered, the more she came.
When dawn broke and the soldiers had finished, Elizabeth laid on the floor well fucked and covered in Tyran cum. She was dizzy and barely conscious. The soldiers all retreated to sleep, the captain was no where to be found and she was left in the foyer with her whimpering husband. Her own thoughts and mind slowly returned to her. No longer under the spell of a savage lust, Elizabeth thought of the yellow coats she had commanded to surrender. Elizabeth and her husband had endured much that night, but their lives were worth it. Endure and wait is what she had to do. Wait for the tides of war to turn and for herself and her husband to restored from this nightmare. A small piece of her wanted nothing of that sort, but she locked that away inside her. The worse had happened, now it was time to do what she could for the country she was still loyal to.
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