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Author’s Notes: As is the norm to state on Literotica, all of the characters participating in sexual acts in the story are over the age of 18.
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Sometime in the early 1000s, around the north-western Carpathians.
The old, heavy carriage seemed as if it was about to fall apart at any moment as its wooden wheels slowly turned on the isolated, grass-covered road, shaking occasionally as it ran onto one of the many rocks hidden in the grass before a collision with a particularly large stony obstacle finally forced its annoyed occupant’s head out of its window.
“What are you doing you blind old man!? Are you trying to kill me?” a young woman yelled out right after sticking her head out to look at the elderly, skeletal coachman, prompting him to look at her, only to find her clear green eyes shining with disproportionate malice and hate. “You know I can have you hanged for less, right?”
“God is my witness, I’m trying my best my Lady, but I can only lead the horses through the road that is there,” the man hurriedly replied, continuing to stare at her before realizing how much he might’ve been overstepping his social role and quickly turning his head back forward to look at the grassy road.
It wasn’t his fault, though. He was sure that any man would’ve found it a tall order to take his eyes off of her, and not just an old fool like him, constantly dreaming about old loves that never really were. She was beautiful, and the contrast between the anger in her voice and her beautiful looks was even more captivating than her looks themselves.
He hadn’t gotten a good look at her when they started their journey in the darkness of late night, but now, with the morning sun shining brightly, he could see her shiny, silky black hair which reached almost halfway between her stuck-out head and the rocky ground they, unfortunately, had to traverse, which perfectly contrasted with both her big, shiny green eyes and her alabaster-like skin. From what he now saw of her body, it seemed to be even lither than he had thought at first sight, while the small hints of her ample cleavage that he just see, covered, as was her entire body, in a tight, expensive orange dress, seemed to be even more well-developed than he had thought.
The angry young aristocrat, on the other hand, was more than happy to take her eyes off of the starved body of the old servant and pull her head back inside of the shaking carriage. She grinned in amusement thinking about the way the old man had just been looking at her. Was it her mention of hanging, or his own, rather insincere, mention of God? Maybe both. After all, there were still many in those remote parts of the world who still foolishly clung to the idols and demons of their ancestors, who led them to defeat after defeat at the hands of Christians, and eventually complete conquest.
Were the old fart one of those pitiful fools, which she could easily imagine to be the case, his reaction made complete sense, as it would’ve been even easier to have him hanged if she wanted to than she had thought, the idea of which brought the grin from moments before back on her face for a few moments, before the infuriating reality of her situation had hit her again.
Was she not completely sure that doing so would finally make it break down to pieces, she would’ve happily kicked the wooden wall in front of her to calm her nerves. Not only was her inheritance pitiful, even after two of her brothers had taken themselves out of the line of inheritance, but the road she had to traverse just to get it simply had to be this bad. And if by any miracle this wooden cage somehow managed not to fall apart on the sharp rocks and manage to reach the destination, allowing her to step out of it, most likely still shaking from the unpleasant journey, what even was there for her to look up to finding the moment she did so?
What was waiting for her there, now that she was a baroness? A dozen or so peasant families to work as her servants and on the fields, of which there were just enough hectares for them all to live on and off of. A property so small and secluded that her father himself had occasionally forgotten about it, not least because of how far away it was from his, now her brothers’, main possessions, or, really, from any bigger city or any real civilization.
Nothing but semi-pagan wilderness where time might as well have stopped a few centuries ago, bahis siteleri sparsely populated by simple, pitiful existences whose understanding of the world barely went further than understanding that they were supposed to always obey and provide for the owner of the land they were to work their entire lives. Which was now her.
Looking out at the scenery she thought so little about, the large plains intermittently covered by thick, dark woods, vast ice-covered mountains far at the horizon encircling seemingly all of it, and not a single sign of human habitation anywhere so far, she just sighed to herself. While those sights were a lot less infuriating than the constant sounds of the carriage’s creaky, wooden wheels fighting their way through the grass, rocks, and, for the last few minutes by now, mud, which accompanied the insufferable shaking of the vehicle, and admittedly were even a bit awe-inspiring, they were still not the least bit annoying.
Reclining against her seat, she briefly thought about how she had come to feel this way.
When she was just a child, she used to be quite angry after finding out just how much more her four brothers were fated to inherit, though, she had eventually come to terms with it, especially after one joined the clergy and another threw his life away to be with an enslaved woman who knows where.
Then, after growing up a bit and realizing how unimpressive and ordinary her family’s properties were, anyway, the familiar feelings of rage at being somehow betrayed returned, though, eventually, she got through that as well.
And now, all of those feelings were for some reason coming back.
Maybe, if she knew what she had actually just inherited. Maybe, if her land happened to be beautiful and she knew when she’ll see it, she would have something to soothe her wounds with…
“Coachman!” she yelled out almost without thinking after blankly staring out of the windows for several minutes, this time not even bothering to stick her head out to look at the old man, certain that the sound of her voice alone was more than enough to capture his full attention given the way their previous interaction had gone. “When will we finally arrive to the lands I had inherited?”
“Erm, I believe we’ve been traversing them for a couple of minutes, my Lady,” he shyly replied.
“And you didn’t tell me sooner?” was the immediate, and angered, reply.
“Apologies, my Lady, I hadn’t thought it important as we’re still far from the castle,” he sheepishly apologized.
She chortled at his words. Anything better than a hovel in the ground was probably a “castle” for a serf like him, but she knew that the most she could expect, if she were quite optimistic, was a modest manor or villa.
Oh well. Looking out at the wilderness all around them, she realized just how well she knew herself. Nothing had really changed about the scenery at all, but now that she knew that this was hers, hers and only hers to do with however she pleased, she found her depressive feelings dissipating, at least in part. In fact, she suddenly realized that the sources of such feelings were disappearing as well, as the road they were traversing had turned from something most likely created by some prescient malevolent force to torment her in those moments into something clearly made and maintained by human hands, without her noticing at all until now.
Quite positively surprised, she leaned into her now-calm chair and started enjoying their trip through the pleasantly-maintained road. Suddenly, the fact that this was her land didn’t seem so bad.
After a couple of minutes, she realized something.
“Coachman!” she called out, not moving a muscle, her voice surprising the man with how calmer and nicer it suddenly sounded. “What is the proper name of this barony? Or, land, if it wasn’t a barony before it was given to me. Father always spoke only of ´fields by the mountains.´”
“That is how everyone calls it, my Lady,” the old man enthusiastically replied. “Green fields by the white mountains. No one has ever called it anything else if my memory isn’t playing tricks on me.”
She sighed to herself, then audibly chuckled.
“Baroness Svetoslava of House Mocensky, Lady of the Green Fields by the White Mountains,” she said, mostly to herself but just loudly enough that he heard it as well, a satisfied grin forming on her face as she did so. “I like it. Sounds nice to the ears, and it has that mythic, archaic aura to it that most titles have long since lost.”
“Can’t disagree, my Lady,” he quickly replied.
“Of course you can’t,” she said, this time just for herself, ending the stirring conversation.
It didn’t take long until she could finally see some people appear on the fields. Dressed in unwashed, shabby rags, some of her peasants were in the distance to her left, working. Or perhaps just wasting their time, in which case she’ll have to whip them back into productivity, lest they become too lazy and comfortable.
There was something canlı bahis siteleri almost mesmerizing about the sight of them. Unlike her, or even the coachman leading the carriage around them, those people have most probably never really seen anything else of the world than those fields and mountains, and perhaps some of their closest regions as well.
She soon found her eyes idly moving from one of them to the other, watching the seven of them as they did their jobs. Some of them seemed to be digging, or perhaps just honing their skills in it, while others seemed to be collecting flowers or other vegetation off of the ground, while the rest did things she could not specify, most probably due to her being too noble to ever have even needed to think about such things having to be done by someone, and barely any of them have moved from their spot at all.
Then, suddenly, her idle gazing was broken and her eyes focused themselves on one of the female ones, a middle-aged woman in the middle of their group who was now bent down, picking some of the flowers around her. She was unsure what made her mind focus on that particular peasant, before she saw the older woman straighten her body back up.
Or rather, most of her body, as was revealed by how the old dress she was wearing only started to move a good second or so after she started moving, the massive globes of pink flesh spilling out of it pushing it down until the woman’s strained back finally pulled them up. Her mouth agape, the young aristocrat just stared at what, even at this distance, she could see was the biggest pair of breasts she had ever seen, the giant jugs putting even her impressive pair to shame as they effortlessly spilled out of the woman’s pitiful dress, easily bigger than the woman’s head.
“Coachman?” Svetoslava spoke out, intrigued, her voice breaking a little when she quickly realized that the old man might really not have the best sight anymore. But then, most men would’ve noticed such a woman even were they both blind and deaf. “Who’s that… sow?”
“Oooh, that is Milota,” he replied in a teasing, awestruck voice as if he was replaying old memories in his head that she very much would prefer him to keep secret. “Her father Adam served as a guard for me, and even your noble father my Lady, a few times. Old Adam isn’t alive anymore, but his daughter, his only child, had many, many suitors, coming to propose to her even from other Lordships, before Kazimir from our village married her and, thank the Gods, gave her six children.”
“Thank the Gods, eh?” she smugly replied, waiting for the old man to realize his potentially-fatal mistake.
He didn’t, and enthusiastically explained, “Indeed, my Lady. Three sons just as mighty and imposing as their father, and three daughters just as lovely as their mother, in all aspects.”
“I see,” she concluded, the tone of her voice making it clear that she understood exactly what he meant, before settling her gaze back on the busty middle-aged woman, her eyes locked on her and her large assets until she disappeared in the distance beyond one of the hills surrounding the road.
Thankfully for her, this time she didn’t have to waste too much time staring at the wilderness, as not even a quarter of an hour later, they could once again see a few people on the horizon, standing guard in front of a manor house that, shockingly, was just as big as one would expect from one belonging to a count, or even a poorer duke.
The young woman, unable to contain her excitement at the sight and satisfaction at having finally reached the desired destination, her personal promised land, leaped out of the old carriage, her orange dress flowing behind her and making her lithe figure look like a bolt from the sky as she ran towards the two guards.
“My Lady, we are here!” the decrepit coachman happily announced as she ran past him.
One of the two guards, the younger one surprisingly, immediately knelt before her as she ran up to them. The older one, meanwhile, was so confused that he just stood there while she closed the distance between them and stopped, leading to a few supremely-awkward moments as he stared at her, sizing her up before realizing what was happening and joining his brother-in-arms on the ground.
“Y-Your Highness, we haven’t expected you so, so soon,” he blurted out as he stared into the ground, hoping that he hadn’t angered her too much.
“Stand,” she ordered, the two of them, quickly, though reluctantly, obeying. “Which one of you knows Kazimir and Milota?”
“I-ah, I do,” the older one said. “Also knew their fathers.”
“Go tell them and their sons and daughters that after the night falls and they are done doing whatever it is that they are doing for today, to come visit me in the manor,” she commanded.
He nodded in understanding and, not willing to even entertain the possibility of once again disgracing and humiliating himself by not immediately doing what was expected of him, hastily ran off to fulfill the assigned canlı bahis task, nearly bumping into the elderly coachman as he did so.
“Thank you for your services. They won’t be needed for the rest of the day, so I’m releasing you to return to your home, or wherever it is that you rest. I’ll call you again when I’ll need you,” she told the elderly man.
“Understood, my Lady,” he replied. “I’ll just pull the carriage and horses back to their place…”
“That won’t be necessary,” she interjected. “Just go back to your wife.”
He was predictably surprised by her efforts to force him out of sight but knew that he had no other option than to submit.
The moment he was out of the earshot, she turned towards the younger guard. “Do you know how to ride a carriage?”
“Yes milady, my father taught…” he started quickly explaining.
“Good, because I think that this manor needs new, young blood, and not just when it comes to its ownership,” she said, turning her head to look at the old man as he slowly started to disappear behind a nearby hill. “In a few weeks you’ll be taking that man’s position. Keep an eye on him for the time being. I heard him blaspheming and talking about some pagan idols, and if he does that again, I want you to cut his throat and throw him into a ditch somewhere.”
“Oh, uhm, yes milady,” the young man stammered while checking her out as he realized what she had just said.
“I would’ve had you do it today, but I’m a newcomer here, even though this is my land, so I’ll be merciful, just once,” she said, while likewise enjoying the look of his body. He wasn’t bad looking at all, the type of a young man romantic songs are written about actually, but for today she had a different kind of sinful fun planned, so the idea of exploring his body will have to go back in line, along with the old man’s potential execution. “Take the horses and the carriage behind the manor. Then, you’ll show me what my new home looks like, I’m not so stupid as to walk into a building I’ve never been in without an escort.”
“Understood, milady,” he answered and, just like his fellow servants, immediately went to carry out her orders.
Even with how quickly he led the carriage-carrying horses, however, it took almost a quarter of an hour for him to start coming back, which only pleased her once again. This manor, land, and especially servants, were much better than she had ever expected, and she hadn’t been here even for an hour yet.
The insides of the manor house hadn’t disappointed her. A great hall that was quite worthy of that name, multiple luxurious bedrooms for her and any noble guests she might choose to welcome, servants’ quarters, and multiple kitchens. She was actually surprised that it wasn’t fortified or at least protected by a ditch, though this was a pretty remote land very few would’ve cared to attack, and the hill-covered terrain could, admittedly, make such architectural works hard to do.
It was predictably empty, though there were a couple of servants and even a few “courtiers” who had happily introduced themselves to her, telling her how they loved her father even though they’ve seldom actually seen him, and how they’ll happily serve her now that a member of their family was going to be here permanently.
She was actually waiting for the arrival of her servants from their family’s main seat in the next few weeks, hoping to populate her court with them, but she might retain some of those locals as well.
Regardless, after a couple of hours of socializing and getting to know her new home and underlings, she dismissed all of them as the dusk came and sent them to their homes, or homes of their friends and colleagues if they happened to actually live in the manor houses’ servants’ quarters. Now she was left with just the young guard, whose name she by now knew was Herman, all alone in the large residence.
“You’ve done well for yourself today, Herman. Continue serving me like this, and a bright future will await you on my estate,” she told him, her words bringing a thankful, shy smile to his clean-shaven face. “Your older friend should be coming back with my guests by now, go wait for them and then leave with him.”
“Shouldn’t I guard you, my Lady?” he asked, the genuine befuddlement in his voice comically mixing with his emphasis on his last two words, as he showed off that he had already learned how to properly address her.
“Hmmm,” she stopped to think, “you can wait in front of the main gate if you want. Vlkan can join you as well. It’s not a bad idea to have someone to call on if the worst comes to pass, but serfs like those can be easily controlled even by a maiden like me.”
“Understood, my Lady,” he said, and waltzed towards the main gate.
Seating herself on one of the chairs in the great hall, she lit some more candles on the table and opened a bible she found laying in one of the bedrooms to pass the time quicker.
This had worked out a little too well. Just when she had really gotten into it, even starting to feel something of a weak religious ecstasy creeping up on her, she heard the main gate slowly, loudly open. A flurry of similarly-slow, cautious footsteps soon followed, and she stood up to welcome them.
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