When Countess Elisabeta was paraded in front of three thousand Turkish soldiers, in the open field under the walls of her own castle, she felt her worst humiliation ever, and she was fully clothed.
But she had nothing on her head; her long raven hair was freely waving under the breeze, and the shining sun made it alive with inviting night lights. Being without any head cover in front of commoners was beyond insulting!
She cursed and protested at the five regular soldiers who were escorting and parading her, their grinning faces ignoring her curses and their eyes looking through her with fires of lust that told her of infinitely worse humiliations to come!
Elisabeta stood alone of her kind in the middle of a roaring crowd of Turkish soldiers; officers formed a wide circle around her and her five-man escort. The other noblewomen were still in the castle’s main tower, heavily guarded and attended for by devoted Janissaries.
Elisabeta wept silently and looked down at the ground as she felt overwhelmed by all these men’s gazes easily making out her figure in spite of her garments; her dark-green gown—the very same she had been wearing upon her capture in the chapel—felt too thin a protection; she’d rather be wearing a plate armour, although her instincts told her that even this wouldn’t protect her.
She spotted her husband, sans armour, and felt the sting of her humiliation becoming unbearable!
She let herself fall down and was promptly grabbed and lightly slapped by a soldier who barked at her to keep walking. As she fell down and was forced up to her feet, all men noticed she was barefoot! They whistled and catcall.
Aydın smiled; he knew that this little delicacy would be appreciated by the troops! He also loved the down-to-earth humility it symbolized; today would be a harsh lesson in humility for this young lady who had been used to a crown on her head.
The Count and the 30-odd male prisoners who had been assembled there under the bitterly-fought eastern wall were positively shocked to see their Countess being slapped and pushed around in such a debasing way. Most of them were getting highly aroused from seeing her barefoot!
The enemy general was leading the escort himself. Elisabeta was paraded around the trampled grass so all soldiers present could get a good look at her and shout some lewd remarks to her noble ears. Elisabeta didn’t know Turkish, but she did see the lewd gestures, and sometimes a man crudely showed her his dick or his butt. Many of these Turks were massed on the walls and towers, watching the scene from a distance but enjoying a higher vantage point.
Men threw her small pieces of bread. She was ordered to pick up some of the pieces and eat them for her breakfast. She refused; a tall and large soldier slapped her so hard that she fell on the ground under hundreds of cheers and catcalls.
Her husband couldn’t believe his eyes and ears! The Count cursed and shouted abuses at the enemy general, calling him a black three-headed dog from Hell and the son of a cock-sucking mother!
Aydın’s interpreter translated the Count’s words for him. Aydın ignored him and barked at Elisabeta, repeating the order in Turkish, then in Wallachian Romanian.
He walked straight at her prone figure and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, pushing her face all the way down to the ground, against two pieces of bread as if she were a puppy dog caught relieving its bowels where it wasn’t allowed to.
The Count bellowed all the foul words and insults he knew of, only succeeding in making the Pasha laugh out loud when he heard the translation from his busy interpreter.
The Pasha told Elisabeta she would be stripped naked right where she stood, in front of everybody, if she didn’t pick up four pieces of bread and ate them!
Very reluctantly, the Countess picked one piece of bread and moved it toward her mouth...
“Four! Pick four pieces of bread! Four, because today is death for you!”
Elisabeta looked at him with appalled terror and utter disbelief in her face. The escorting soldiers kept her from collapsing on the ground.
“Today is the death of your pride! The death of your world! And it’s also the beginning of a new life for you; a life of humility!” He liked the number four, which he knew stood for earth and death as a return to earth in the Christian’s mind.
As the Pasha spoke, Elisabeta picked four small pieces of breads and began eating, weeping from the unthinkable humiliation!
Then, as she ate, they walked her near a large frame of oak beams that had been arranged in the shape of a large “X” so as to make it easy to firmly strap someone spread-eagled to the slanting structure.
They stopped near the X-frame. The Pasha raised his hand to command all his men to be silent. Even the male prisoners were silent and watched, with curiosity. The interpreter walked forward to stand in the middle of the place and was obviously waiting for his master.
The Pasha began speaking in Turkish with a stentorian voice; his interpreter began translating in Transylvanian Romanian...
“I, Pasha Aydın, commander of the Ottoman army who has successfully assaulted and taken the Borgo Pass Castle thanks to Allah’s will, declare myself in official command and possession of the aforesaid castle!
“I also declare that Count Sigismund IX of Bukovina, formerly in command and possession of the Borgo Pass Castle, is now my official prisoner and will remain under my custody until payment of a ransom that will be deemed sufficient by me as the local representative of Sultan Mehmed II in the true faith of Islam.
“To make sure that Count Sigismund IX of Bukovina properly understands his new status as a prisoner of the Sultan in the true faith of Islam, he will be made to watch as his wife, Countess Elisabeta of Bukovina and Lady of Liquifântână, as she will presently be stripped of all her pieces of clothing and offered as a reward to twenty-two of my very best regular foot soldiers, who will copulate with...”
Elisabeta screamed in a deafening wail that covered the interpreter’s words; she was joined in this by the Count. Sir Anton, who stood nearby, said nothing; he had a giant erection growing under the front of his tunic as he heard.
Elisabeta was promptly silenced and the interpreter spoke again, at the top of his voice...
“The Pasha orders Count Sigismund IX of Bukovina to shut up his filthy mouth and listen. If Count Sigismund IX of Bukovina screams again or tries again to otherwise disturb the present statement, he will have his tongue severed on the spot!”
The Pasha’s expression told the Count he was clearly ready and willing to carry out his threat. The Count stood and listened the interpreter announcing his wife’s fate.
“Countess Elisabeta will thus be stripped naked...”
As she hears this, Elisabeta wails and squeals and frantically tries to escape the hold of her escorting men.
“Bucăți de rahat!” (You pieces of shit!) the Count screams; an officer immediately punches him in the face, then throws a hard blow in his gut, on the right side, that folds him in two and he crumbles down, reeling from the pain. Soldiers pull him back on his feet, where the officer is waiting for him with an ominous knife; he clearly gestures him to keep his mouth shut if he doesn’t want to lose his tongue.
“Countess Elisabeta will be stripped naked,” the interpreter translated loud and clear for all to hear, “and she will be strapped to this frame, after which each of the twenty-two chosen men will come to her and use her for his own sexual gratification!”
This announcement was followed with a deafening roar and cheers from the hundreds upon hundreds of assembled soldiers, as they watched Elisabeta hopelessly trying to wrestle herself free in her frantic panic, her screams inaudible amid the bone-shaking cheers from the regular foot soldiers.
The Count’s invectives were faintly heard, “Rahat! Rahat! Rahat!” while Sir Anton watched the Countess intensely, his little rat-like eyes looking at her breast shapes through her forest-green gown. He was going to see Elisabeta naked! He couldn’t believe it! This alone was worth the ransom for his freedom.
“Başlamak!” (Begin) the Pasha ordered with his crowd-covering stentorian voice!
Elisabeta’s eyes changed from panic to indescribable terror as the five escorting soldiers closed in on her and began assaulting her rich garments!
Each of her limbs was alive with fiery, desperate power as the teenage noblewoman begged them not to do this and reminded them that she was a high-ranked noblewoman, the Countess, in a very rapid and high-pitched litany of Transylvanian words that they didn’t understand nor care about.
It took three young men to restrain her while the two others ripped at her clothes! There was a sharp, life-altering sound of tearing fabric as the soldier facing her tore open the dark-green cover of her mystery-hiding robes, then he ragingly shredded the whiteness of her thin chemise and revealed the blinding splendour of her white naked breasts!
Elisabeta shrieked her outrage and shame and sounded like they were eviscerating her alive as her freely-moving breasts were suddenly uncovered under the man’s transfixed gaze, with the light-brown nipples amid fading areolas that highlighted the pure whiteness of her perky orbs riding high on her violated chest. Nothing better than this showed her youth.
“Nuuuuuuu! Nnhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuu hhhhuaaaahhhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... RRRHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa... Ni pos’t it fatchirrhh... Ni pos’t it fatchirrhh...” (Noooooo! Nnhhoooooooooo... .... ... ...You can’t do this... You can’t do this...)
Elisabeta begged, wailed and protested amid convulsive sobs as they kept ripping and peeling her garments off her gorgeous figure; she reverted back to the local variant of Transylvanian from her childhood village when the foot soldiers brutally pulled down her ruined gown and discovered the alluring whiteness of her shoulders and arms as they made her topless!
Sir Anton had a raging erection under his torn tunic; Elisabeta’s husband bitterly sobbed as he looked on, but he also had a massive hard-on. Sir Anton wasn’t crying.
The crowd of common soldiers cheered, jeered, whistled and catcalled in a deafening collective roar as the humiliated Countess was being disrobed unceremoniously in front of the Turkish regiments. Victory was sweet!
A swarthy hand snapped Elisabeta’s thin waist-belt while his mates firmly restrained her as she kept squealing and pleading and squirming while the tattered fabric of her once-rich garments were torn and peeled off her incredibly soft back side, and then all the way down to reveal her child-bearing hips and the final treasure of her intimacy—the jet-black patch of velvety hair that formed a clear vee between the blinding whiteness of her upper thighs!
Then, Elisabeta moved, wriggled and turned around amid her vain struggles, and everyone saw the magic of her hair that formed a shiny blanket of silky black all the way down to the small of her back, the sharp contrast with her aristocratic white skin and the perfectly inviting shapes of her butt, which looked full and curvy in relation to her lithe waist, and seamlessly merged with her legs in slender curves!
Many soldiers said this sight by itself was worth taking the castle! No country girl, and not even a country noble-maid, was even close to generating so powerful and intense a satisfaction as the undressing of the Countess! The fact that she had required capturing a fortified castle immensely amplified her erotic value.
The disorderly mass of her robes entangled her alluring legs as Elisabeta tried to kick her assailants. Two grinning men firmly restrained her arms as the others were disentangling and finally pulling all her robes away from her squirming legs and kicking feet!
“Oh God!” thought Sir Anton as he caught sight Elisabeta’s wonderful feet and the rest of her Eve-nude figure!
Aydın chuckled as he watched the nude figure of Elisabeta, who kept struggling and begging as they now dragged and carried her to the large X-shaped wooden frame, where solid ropes awaited her small wrists and ankles.
They had gang-raped her quickly and discreetly in his Pasha’s tent, him and the four Janissaries who had found her in the chapel the previous evening. Tiara was there, and Elisabeta had been forced to pleasure her. Then, he had raped her again, followed with two of the men. Once they had taken their pleasure, they had thoroughly washed her and dressed her up again, and given her a hefty meal before letting her rest properly for the night, so the regular foot soldiers would enjoy her seemingly fresh in the bright morning.
Elisabeta shrieked and squirmed like a desperate weasel caught in a trap. She had felt utterly destroyed and humiliated the previous night in the Pasha’s tent, when they had raped her; the Pasha first, then the four moustached soldiers. They had raped her while gently and only partially undressing her, and had used different ways to force her into very intense orgasms.
She had been raped, but it was inside a tent, at night, and with her robes still covering her at first; they had only tucked up her gown and undergarments, then untied the laces to create a wide opening on her moving breasts. Now, she was stark naked in front of the whole Ottoman army! About to be methodically raped by twenty-plus men, tied to this wood frame, with nowhere to hide. With everyone watching, even this abomination of Sir Anton!
This was far, far worse!
Elisabeta’s lovely face was washed with tears as they solidly tied each of her limbs to the beams forming the large wooden X. As a parting gesture, each of the five men took a firm, smooching kiss on her lips! She tried to turn away, but each man grabbed her head in a painful hold and pressed and licked her lips! The last man snapped broken her necklace and also took her wristband, leaving her just as naked as on the day she was born.
With everyone looking at her and cheering.
Her legs were wide open, and since the X-frame was slanted in a 45-degree angle, the mound of her vulva could absolutely not be missed! The jet-black triangle of Elisabeta’s cunt hair solemnly indicated where the victorious soldiers were soon to claim their prize.
The Count wanted to yell in futile defence of his debased wife, but the officer’s steel dagger told him to be wiser with his tongue. Sir Anton was experiencing a painfully hard erection. Darius stood a little farther back and was in the same state. Luca still had to be helped to stand, because of his whip-lash wounds.
The five common soldiers who had just tied Elisabeta to the X-frame were now hastily undressing themselves, their eyes locked on Elisabeta’s nude charms. The interpreter stepped forward, and Pasha Aydın spoke again with his commanding voice.
The interpreter translated his words...
“Countess Elisabeta of Bukovina has a beauty that is widely known and highly celebrated even beyond her county; she is known to be one of the finest and most beautiful women in Wallachia and Transylvania altogether, even as far south as Istanbul!”
The Pasha had paused at ‘Istanbul’, to stress the fact that Constantinople was no more. He looked at the Count and the wretched assembly of the defeated knights –only 17 had survived—and men-at-arms. He perceived their utter despair and most of all, he felt and greatly enjoyed their humiliation.
He resumed his speech and the interpreter resumed his translation...
“This being so, the privilege of mounting the Countess and hearing how she sounds when she is being fucked (the laments and protests from the lady herself and a few knights were ignored) was hotly disputed in an archery contest that was only opened to our regular soldiers! It was agreed that all the noblewomen in the castle would belong to the Janissaries for the first night, and the Countess would be given to the regular foot soldiers.”
Then again, the Pasha paused in his speech and felt the effects of his words on the captured knights. He gave a quick order and two of the knights who had protested were singled out and had their tongue severed by the officer. Elisabeta shrieked in horror, but all the male captives had fallen silent.
The tongue stubs were thrown at nearby dogs, who fiercely fought for the two bloody morsels while three crows flew by and whirled above the dogs looking for any left-over piece. Elisabeta saw the three blurry forms of blackness flying in her field of vision, through her flowing tears—a bad omen.
“Therefore, the twenty-two best-ranked winners will now step forward and claim their prize! They will rape the Countess in the order of their ranking in the archery contest, and also according to the fuck hole they have chosen. Those who have selected the usual way will be first and give their best try to impregnate the Countess with a proper Ottoman baby with Allah’s will!”
Elisabeta let out a long, horrible wail.
“The winners who have selected to sodomize the Countess will then step in and we will turn her Grace around to bind her in the proper receiving position.”
Elisabeta let out a long, even more horrible wail.
“This shall be the beginning of her training for her new life as a concubine of the Ottoman Empire! Mashallah!”
Elisabeta screamed harder and shriller than she had ever done up to that point when she saw the first group of swarthy Turkish men walking straight at her, naked with their erect dicks pointing at her!
These men were so much darker! The Janissaries who had raped her the previous night had light skin except for one who looked truly Turkish; it was clear to her that the Janissaries were mainly recruited in the Empire-conquered lands in Greece and south of her own country; most Janissaries looked European except for their long moustache and their clothes and weapons.
But these foot soldiers; they were peasants from the deep reaches of Turkey, most likely from the south and perhaps from Cyprus or Rhodes. They had the swarthy skin of Arabs.
The first of these men—the champion archer—was of average height, and he pretty much looked average in every way, right down to his dick, which was neither small nor big.
Elisabeta tried to scream when he stepped forward and stood between her frame-restrained legs, but her voice was broken; she could only emit ungracious and hoarse sounds of futile protest.
She shuddered and died of shame as she felt the man’s hands taking hold of her child-bearing hips and then died even more intensely as she felt his cock pushing into her entrance.
The position she was strapped in made it easier for the soldier to penetrate her, but her cunt was dry. He pushed hard! She screamed with her newly hoarse voice as she felt the intense pain radiate in throbbing waves from her womanhood.
“Nnhuuuuuuuu uuuu...” she feebly protested as she heard the man groaning in triumph and saw his nightmarish face with fiendish-crazy eyes as he began to rape her on that oak frame. Raped by Ottoman soldiers... Elisabeta couldn’t accept this was happening.
The peasant-born Turk cupped her breasts under his callous hands, which wasn’t pleasant in the least for Elisabeta’s sensitive nipples; the man felt her breasts full and firm under his hands as he started to forcefully pound her.
He said something amid his delighted grunting. The interpreter, who had remained standing by, translated for all to hear...
“He says that the Countess has a very tight vagina, and that she is a very good fuck!”
He translated the sentence back in Turkish and all the soldiers erupted with laughter and a renewed wave of loud jeers covered the rapist’s grunting, making them only audible to Elisabeta, whose breasts were still pressed under the soldier’s hands as he kept violating her, now with savage abandon!
The solder further intensified his pounding, making each of his ramming thrusts shake her to her very core as he kept slamming her between him and the frame; Elisabeta knew the end was near. She braced herself, but she died a third time when she felt the man’s dick twitching and stiffening inside her!
“AAA Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!” she wailed as the nightmarish face above hers opened its wide mouth; the man grabbed her hips again and banged her in a frenzy as the common soldier finally let out a low-pitched and increasingly loud growl against Elisabeta’s noble face!
“nnnhhhRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHGGGG YYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHNNGHH!!!”
Elisabeta died a fourth time as she felt the hot stickiness filling her up. The foot soldier plopped his dick out, a wide smile illuminating his swarthy face as he walked away on pleasure-wobbly legs and the next man immediately walked forward to take his turn.
Elisabeta wished to die, but she was alive and well. Her youthful body could endure a day-long ordeal before shutting down. Her senses would remain fully alert, so her soul wouldn’t miss anything.
The next man was the one who had achieved a very close second place in the contest. He was incredibly tall and had a gaunt face that went along with long limbs that looked thin at first sight, but they were actually much thicker than average; they only seemed thin because the man was so unusually tall.
His gauntness and the swarthy complexion of his naked body made him look like some terrifying demon walking straight at Elisabeta and headed for her cunt; an effect that was by no means lessened by the equally unusual size of his dick—it was enormous!
Elisabeta’s eyes widened in astonished terror as they never had before; she kept looking at this long and gigantic dick that swung and moved in rhythm with his heavy strides, yet it remained pointed in her general direction as a fiendish omen.
She positively felt as if she were about to get raped by a demon; such was the tall man’s uncanny appearance. Unlike most of his peers, he wore no beard, and in her terror and troubled state, Elisabeta thought she had just seen small horns on his forehead!
That man was a legend among his peers. He was a wizard as an archer and an incredibly talented hunter; when he shot a game, it only took one arrow. He was nicknamed “Av Avcı”, which meant “Game Hunter”.
He also immensely enjoyed hunting, capturing and raping young women, and he had his kinks. For one, he never raped a woman unless she had been stripped Eve-naked first.
Av Avcı inspected Elisabeta and grunted his approval; she was completely naked. Only then, Av Avcı walked straight between her legs as she screamed her terror with her hoarse voice; he grabbed her waist and nearly laid himself down on top of her, for he was so incredibly tall! His contact burning her soul, he pushed inside her cum-filled pussy with his fiendishly huge cock!
TO BE CONTINUED.
