Frankengeld Pt 28

Previously in Frankengeld. Helena has tested the different sizes for the intimate juice collector and concluded The Nubian is the right size. The staff have contemplated the danger of a monster loose in the district, but Alicia has counselled that they should not show fear, she will protect them. And Gerda has taken up Damion's invitation to come to dinner, but is struggling with having to eat with the servants. Under Alicia's influence she is relating the erotic tale of her wedding night.

Now read on ...

18th June in the year 1784, the early evening.

Gerda continued her tale of her wedding night, when Kurt, my Father, made her pleasure his phallus with her mouth, in front of her husband ...

"He did not pull out but, to my alarm, pushed more of his magnificent fanny tickler into me. Now the head had passed through my mouth and was in my throat and his seed-sack was tapping against my chin, whilst his hairy pubes were tickling my lips. I could not breathe. I felt faint and stars flickered before my eyes. I struggled and moaned and then, to my relief, he pulled out and my mouth was clear. I gasped for breath, filling my lungs with one, two, three deep breaths. He grinned, a rather wicked grin if truth be told, and in his magnificent member went again. This time he was moving his hips and his member thrust in and out as if my mouth was my pussycat. 'You must learn, Gerda' he said 'To prepare a cock for your cunt.' as he plunged away. The words cock and cunt shocked me, I freely admit, such lower class words. My husband looked up from his papers at that point, opened his flies, and took his member in his left hand, whilst writing with his right."

She stopped for a moment but only to take another drink, and to push Yani's head deeper into her crotch.

"Kurt took my head between his hands and continued to thrust. He was very strong and there was no escape from his grip. He thrust quickly, then slowly and deeply, then he would stop with it fully in my mouth until I started to panic again. I was a plaything for him, I would guess, and I presumed he got much pleasure from this act for he groaned and smiled as he plundered me."

"I was trying to be strong, surely Karl would soon join me on the bed, but all he did was to run his hand up and down his member and keep writing. I kept glancing at him and his father eventually noticed my gaze. 'Jus Primae Noctis!' he said. This was, I knew from my governess, the ancient right of the Lord of the Manor to take a woman on her wedding night, and any other night he pleased, if she was his subject. It was at that moment that I understood that my husband was only there to witness this, not to take part. I was to be deflowered by his father. This right was ancient, and noble, and I have always honoured and respected tradition. I accepted my fate."

Alicia, who clearly experienced some wild erotic events in her past, nodded in understanding. "Tell us more, Gerda. We desire to hear your tale." The word desire was full of power, it flowed over all of us in the room and I experienced a twitch in my member which, from listening to Gerda's story, was already semi-erect. The others each responded as to their nature. Only Anya appeared immune. Gerda got the force of the word directly and she blushed, her nipples were so erect now that I could see them clearly through the material of her dress.

"Having understood what was to happen," continued Gerda, her face flushed now with both the pleasuring she was receiving, and the pleasuring she was recalling. "I decided it was my place to be the dutiful daughter. I grabbed Kurt's hairy buttocks with both hands and pulled and pushed alongside his hip movements to signify I approved of his thrusting. I could not overcome his strength but, by going with his movements, I hoped to add to them. My brothers had suggested some words I could say, but also that I should make loud moans during pleasuring as if I were enjoying a good desert. I did so. With Kurt's fanny grabber deep in my mouth I could do little else but moan, words were not possible. He smiled at my, quite musical, moans and renewed his efforts which resulted in him wasting his seed in my mouth. I will admit it took me by surprise, I had not at that time learned to recognize when a man is due to spill his seed."

"The seed flooded into me and some came out of the corner of my mouth, and some out of my nose, and added to the saliva that had dropped onto my body. He encouraged me to swallow what was left, which I thought was a shame. Should it not be used to make a baby? I was saddened, I foolishly thought that he had finished for the evening and that I was not going to be given the opportunity to receive his noble seed in my cunny. I was wrong. I stared at his member, dripping with seed, and noted that it had not subsided. Mother had said the man's baby maker would grow limp, that all men could manage but a short time, would spurt, and then would go flaccid. But she was wrong, for she had not met my father-in-law in the bedroom. If she had been standing by my bed she would have seen that his cunny pounder was as stiff as when he started."

"Kurt, with a roar, grabbed at my boobies and encouraged me to stand, then he pushed me onto the bed where I fell backwards. I only had a few seconds to adopt the position my mother had suggested. On my back, my legs raised, holding my shins with my hands, and pulling my legs wide to display my fanny. Kurt clambered onto the bed and descended upon me. Like a bear he loomed over me, hairy limbs, his enormous dick ... giggle ... waving at me as he took up position between my legs, then he thrust into me, very hard."

"Mother was right, it hurt, but it wasn't too painful. After a sharp pain, and a tearing feeling I suddenly felt very stretched. I was impaled by him, joined to him, and crushed under him. His chest bounced on my boobies and my nipples were feeling very tight and sensitive. Just the rubbing of his chest hair on them was causing me to swoon. Then he started to move his hips, stirring his rod inside me, and I did swoon. The feeling of his cock ... giggle ... was just as the phrases suggested. It was a shaft of delight, a fanny tickler, and, as he speeded up, it became a cunny pounder. My whole body was on fire!"

Gerda was getting increasingly excited. I feared she would drag Yani from under the table and demand he pleasure her. But she simply made a loud moan and added her hand to the stimulation her sex was receiving.

"Now was the time, I decided, to say the words that my brothers had told me. As he pounded into me, slamming me down into the mattress, I screamed out that I was Kurt's whore, his slut, his cock sleeve, and other words I was only going to say to my beloved husband. Kurt was not shocked. He agreed with me. 'You are all those things' he grunted as he plundered me, shafting me roundly, 'And you always will be my whore.' As if to demonstrate this he turned me on the bed and made me take him in a humiliating position like an animal might fornicate. Like a stallion, or a bull, he rammed into me saying, 'You are now part of my harem, Gerda. I travel to service my harem regularly but when I return to Durishaus I will service you. And you will welcome it. And ...' he bent low over me and snarled in my ear '... you will say nothing of this to anyone. Do you understand?'"

"I did welcome it. I had not understood how pleasuring could be so much ... well pleasure. How good it felt to be stirred in my fanny by such a beautiful great ... thing."

Gerda sighed. I guessed the tale was coming to an end.

"The pleasuring lasted many hours. He called it fucking and taught me several words I thought only the lower classes used. Kurt insisted that I 'cum on his cock' and I did, several times. The joy of this was almost more than I could bear. And, to my delight, he planted his seed in me many times, a glorious warm feeling deep inside me. When he had finished with me he threw me aside and I slept for hours. I have since then been a dutiful wife to Karl, though he is a great disappointment, and a willing slut to his father. Every time Kurt returns from one of his trips he ... giggle ... fucks me first. Even before his wife or the latest maidservant. I am truly honoured though, sadly, his seed has never taken. I would be honoured to bear his child."

She fell silent and we all sat. Clever Alicia, we now had more evidence against my father. More confirmation that he was a wolfwere. Then Gerda squirmed in her seat, back arched, breasts dancing, as Yani's latest efforts bore fruit.

As she hit the peak of her climax Alicia said, "That is an interesting tale but you should forget you told it to us. And your carnal pleasures at this table. That way you keep your honour and the command of secrecy by your father-in-law."

Yani scrabbled quickly back to his seat and Gerda blinked a few times. "Oh," she said. "I lost concentration there, for a moment. Have I bored you with an anecdote?"

"You have been telling us a little of your family at Durishaus," said Alicia. "It was most instructive. But now we are ready to attend the Summer Fair. Will you join us?"

Gerda found she was clutching her lace knickers and looked puzzled, then quickly pushed them into her little bag of personal stuff. Then she made an ingratiating smile at Alicia.

"Countess," she replied. "I would be delighted."

We wandered from the house to the main square. We were assailed by the sights and sounds of the fair but you could feel the tension in the air. I put it down to the announcement of the previous day, of murder, though there had been no horrors, no attacks, no new announcements since then.

Una and Yani set off for the more distant tents to view the energetic Esmeralda's most interesting show. I made efforts to ensure Helena, Alicia and Gerda had a good time. Though, I noted, the Summer Fair was clearly a pale pleasure compared to Helena's efforts in our bed, Alicia's enjoyment from observing two servants pleasuring each other, or Gerda's delight at opening her legs to her father-in-law.

We had entered the area where the swings were positioned. Two giant A frames and a crossbeam of oak supported four boat-like swings. The boats seated two people, facing each other, and a cunning arrangement of thick ropes allowed the pair to set the boat swinging. A vigorous series of pulls would soon set a flush in the face and take the boat to a point where its bow or stern was pointing at the ground as it swung back and forth. An exhilarating ride for a few piestras. I knew that Helena and Alicia had already ridden them, and had ended up sharing a bed. Did this happen to every couple who rode them?

"I would dearly love to go swinging," Helena whispered in my ear. For some reason the word evoked an image of married couples sharing partners, an outrageous idea in this day and age, but perhaps something that - in future times - would become perfectly acceptable behaviour, or at least more common.

Two of the boats were free, so I paid the attendant, expecting that Gerda and Alicia would want to just watch from the side. Only to discover that Gerda wished to ride too. Stephan offered himself as Gerda's partner on the ride but here we hit Gerda's limits.

"Forgive me," she said, embarrassed. "I do not think I can let him pull me."

"Sorry?" I blurted out, in shock. I was mistakenly thinking she was talking about the boy seducing her. 'Pulling' is a lower class adjective for attracting a person towards yourself, and implies a liaison where pleasuring takes place.

"Gerda," said Countess Alicia. "This is innocent pleasure, free from any guilt. You let Stephan drive you here in the cart. Let him use his strength now. Unless you wish me to pull you!"

Gerda hesitated for a moment but was caught between a Countess and a servant boy. In the end I think she decided that upsetting a Countess, by making her do menial work pulling a swing, was a worse breach of etiquette than allowing a servant to entertain her. She took Stephan's hand and allowed him to help her into the swing. Helena watched with a big grin on her face.

"Thank goodness," said Helena. "For a moment there I thought we would have to swap partners in order to satisfy her. Strong and attractive as Stephan is, I would prefer to ride on you."

"With me," I corrected her, quietly.

"I know what I said," she whispered.

The ride was as exhilarating as I remembered from childhood, possibly even more so for I watched Helena's face and the pleasure on it enhanced my own. At our side Gerda and Stephan whizzed past. Their swing was travelling at a slightly faster speed so it was like two pendulums slightly out of synchronicity. He was doing much of the work, but as reward he could see his mistress having an excellent time her breasts heaving with emotion, almost escaping her bodice with the motion of the swing.

Helena and I ran out of energy before our time slot expired, stepping down onto the cobbles breathless and laughing. Gerda, in contrast, had to be stopped by the attendant applying the break mechanism. She had been encouraging Stephan to greater efforts and I remembered her in the conservatory with the stonemasons making similar, more raunchy, statements. Oblivious to the time, or the attendant's calls for them to stop, she was openly disappointed when the swing was brought to a halt. I feared she would make complaint, but she gave the attendant a few silver coins and declared the ride to be a wonderful experience. The attendant saluted her, he could afford to lose a few minutes as Gerda had just given him the equivalent of a dozen rides.

We continued into the throng but now, ignoring etiquette, Gerda was hanging on to Stephan's right arm. Then I saw her reach down and clutch his buttock. It was just for an instant, a quick squeeze, but suggestive that her randy nature was overcoming her reluctance to associate with the lower classes. I predicted a tumble in the hayloft when they returned the cart to Durishaus, and this time it did not need to be ordered by Mother.

As we continued our walk I noted that the soldiers were moving about in groups of three, and those on the edge of the square were standing in threes. For the benefit of anyone who might read this journal at a later time I should say that soldiers, in their colourful uniforms, were a common sight on the streets. And those who were due leave from their barracks would often attend a fair. And they sometimes walked in groups of two, three, four or even more. Privates would be unarmed, but officers normally carried their sword, a symbol both of their rank and honour. The typical soldier would be a hard drinker, so welcome at most taverns, have coins in his pocket, so a good customer for whores, and possibly also had a sweetheart, making them a target for tinkers with their cheap items 'for the ladies'.

But here we had sets of three, and they were armed with rifles. They were a skirmishing regiment, unlike the infantry of the line Helena's husband had been part of. Rifles were more accurate so were prized by sharpshooters. To add to the evidence for increased vigilance I spotted a sergeant moving between them, checking they were alert.

Gerda looked at us with concern. 'Why are they guarding the fair?', she asked.

"I do not know," I replied, though I could hazard a guess. "Unless they believe the monster they have been hunting has come closer to the town."

"A monster! Where? Are we in danger?" Gerda looked around in panic and clutched at Stephan for protection. I will not say what parts she clutched but they had little to do with self defense and I suspected she was using the potential danger to have an excuse to lay her hands upon interesting parts of the fit young boy's body.

"Shall we discover what is amiss?" Alicia looked around and spotted a sergeant approaching a trio of soldiers nearby. She flowed in that direction. I had noted that her gait was unusual, almost as if she were gently floating, she propelled herself along in a smooth action as if, at any moment, she could leap into the air. Perhaps, indeed, she had this ability but held herself back in public spaces.

"Officer!" she said. It was the command of an aristocrat for attention and had the appropriate effect. He stopped, turned, and listened as she introduced herself. We clustered near her, to hear the conversation.

"Are we in danger, Sergeant?"

"Ma'am, there's no need to fret. Merely a precaution, for your ladyship's safety, and all who attend this fair."

"A precaution against what, Sergeant?" said Alicia. "I am not prone to fainting, or hysterics, you may speak plain. In fact ... I insist."

Against that voice he had no chance. If she had asked him to follow her into a dark alley, and remove the high collar of his uniform, and just tilt his head a little to the side, he would have complied.

"There has been a sighting of a monster around the town Ma'am."

True, I thought, you're talking to one. They are more common than people believe.

"It is a murderer, and has injured a member of one of the search parties sent out to find it. This was close by and it may still be in the area. So we are being vigilant."

I had a brief image of Alicia waving her hand over this officer's eyes and saying something on the lines of ... 'I am not the monster you are looking for.'

"Murder?" Alicia had become quite seductive now, enticing more information from the hapless Sergeant.

"Yes Ma'am," said the Sergeant, he looked quite flushed as if he was having erotic thoughts about this Countess. I looked down, he was certainly developing a bulge in his trousers. He shuffled, uncomfortable, and pulled at the material of his trousers. I knew that tug, designed to give more space to a rapidly engorging member. I had done it many times. And, from the shape and size of the bulge he was well endowed. A phallus that size, caught in a fold of cloth, would make any man uncomfortable.

The Sergeant continued, clearly very anxious to please Alicia, "Murder! At a tower on the edge of the Frankenstein estate. We believe a monster gained entry and slew the assistant to the Baron's son. Beat the assistant senseless, then hanged him from a rope in the cellar. Probably while he was still alive. Then fled into the hills. We have men hunting it as we speak."

I was impressed with Alicia. She had extracted far more information than the Sergeant would ever have supplied us, even to questioning by Freida. He would probably have kept quiet about the more gory details.

"Then you had best be about your duty," said Alicia. She reached out to stroke the man's cheek, though I noticed that her hand dipped towards his crotch before she thought better of it, and lifted it up to his face. "I am proud and happy to have such men as you protecting my friends and I."

The Sergeant smiled, a broad grin that revealed a missing front tooth. He could not have been happier, in my opinion, if his commanding officer had just pinned a medal for valour to his chest. In his trousers I noticed a twitch of movement. Then Alicia released him and he moved away to continue his duties.

"So they believe the monster entered the tower to do this thing," said Alicia.

"Of course," Gerda spluttered. "It must have. Young Frankenstein is the son of a Baron. He would never associate willingly with a murderer, or a monster."

Helena, Alicia and I looked at each other. We knew exactly where the murderer had come from. It had entered the tower in bits, and left as a complete being. I did not feel we could share our information with Gerda but, to our alarm, Gerda was actually applying her mind to the situation.

"Would not the Sergeant," she said, slowly and carefully, "Have said robber or bandit if it had been such a person. Not monster, which implies something very different. Though ignorant people can put such a label falsely onto things they don't understand." She drew Stephan closer to her, if that was possible, and put her hand into Alicia's, as if to receive the protection of this very confident Countess. Which I thought was ironic, given her concerns about monsters.