The Revenge of Countess Vladimira
by behappy9999@yahoo.com
 


It was the time of the so-called Great War in Europe - better known as the
First World War. A terrible time brought unspeakable suffering, not just about
Europe. Politicians and the military were able to unleash their "great power
fantasies". What did it care about the civilian population? After all, it was
about higher values - but frankly - what are the higher values than the lives
of each individual? War is never the solution - war brings only unspeakable
suffering to every living being!

In Eastern Europe, the armies of the Austrians and Germans had overrun and
occupied many countries. In the so-called "hinterland" of the occupied
territories, in addition to large bases, small bases / posts with up to 30
soldiers were set up, which carried out observation functions - and if
necessary - also punishing actions.

Countess Vladimira was the daughter of Duke Georges of Fantasieland East. She
was the Duke's youngest child. Her mother had died at birth and she was raised
like a man by her father. Her two older brothers studied in America and
Russia, respectively. When Vladimira turned 21, her father, the Duke of
FantasyLand East, gave her the "rule" over the most remote province of his
small duchy. She was now, so to speak, the "regent" of the provincial
inhabitants. Her father had given her a very modern upbringing - one would
probably say today that her upbringing contained many socialist elements.

For Vladimira, everyone was special. There were no differences for them,
although of nobility! Whether it was a farmer, a craftsman, no matter what
status or origin, which faith - every person was worth the same amount in
their eyes!

Countess Vladimira lived with a small staff of staff in a large house near the
provincial capital. The house had no pomp. It was uncharacteristic for a noble
house. The house was functionally furnished. Among other things, there was a
gym where the Countess regularly performed various martial arts as well as
training with various weapons. There was also a special area in the basement
area that was sound-absorbed - "Vladimira's Basement of Pain". Despite her
young age of now 22, she had dark fantasies that she had already lived out.

In order to get an unfiltered insight into the life of her "subjects", the
Countesse often traveled incognito through the province in the company of only
two or three confidants. She visited towns and villages, lonely farms - people
who lived apart. Their companions and they did not identify themselves - at
least not at the beginning. When the situation required, they cleared their
identity.

Today Countess Vladimira, accompanied by her closest confidant Colonel
Beloskov and his son Vladimir, left to visit a village on the far edge of the
province "unrecognized". In a small carriage driven by the colonel's son, the
group, dressed in civilian clothes, fed the village after a three-hour drive.
They noticed that something must have happened when they fed the village. It
was dead, no one was in the fields around the village.

When the carriage entered the village, they noticed several men standing at
the village fountain with bandages on their heads and other body parts.

Countess Vladimira ordered Vladimir to stop the men with the carriage. The
colonel looked at the Countess silently - she nodded.

"I am Colonel Beloskov, adviser to Countess Vladimira. What happened here"? An
elderly man with a head bandage stepped forward and bowed,"I'm the village
leader Janczak. Our village was hit this morning by the enemy soldiers of the
base about 15 kilometers from here. Today, they were not satisfied with food
and vodka. They drove our wives and daughters together and raped many of them.
When we men tried to stop them, they beat us and threatened that they would
shoot us"!

The colonel looked at the countess - and found that her facial expression had
changed. She was clearly disgusted and hated, and her eyes had this dark look
that scared him. She stood on "I'm the Countess Vladimira. Village leader
Janczak, bring me and my companions to the village house. Two of your closest
confidants should accompany you. The rest of the men go to their wives and
children - all persons should be in the houses, not a single person should be
outside the houses! We have to talk"!

After giving his instructions to the villagers, Janczak went to the village
house with two of his closest confidants, Colonel Beloskov and Countess
Vladimira. Vladimir, the colonel's son, stayed with the carriage outside the
village house.

The Countess asked the village chief to report in detail about the enemy
soldiers, their base, the previous behavior and today. When the village chief,
interrupted in part by violent sobbing, finally answered all the questions of
the Countess. He shook his head slightly.

"Head Janczak, you as representative of the village community" the Countess
addressed to the three villagers present " must decide how to proceed. Do you
want to aventhe the torments of your daughters, wives, and mothers, or do you
want to continue to live in the fear that something like this could happen
again? If you decide not to do anything, you will accept this decision. If you
decide that revenge is the right way, I will do it to the soldier. I will need
your help in terms of the time after revenge. It concerns the disposal of the
corpses. Please withdraw and consult. In at least one hour we will meet
again"!

When the three villagers had left the room, the colonel turned to the
Countess. "I guess what you're planning, and I strongly advise you against it.
A single person, even if they are as well trained as you, has no chance
against 15 to 20 trained soldiers. This is a suicide squad"! The colonel was
seen as concerned. The Countess looked at him affectionately at "My dear
Sergei, I appreciate your concern. If everything goes as I imagine, the
soldiers will be relaxed by their current prey and will probably celebrate
their success with a lot of vodka. I will survive this encounter. If not, it
is God's will that I die. I want you to take over the organization of the
processes after my assignment. When I'm done with the enemy soldiers, I'll
give you a light signal from the base, "our signal"! Then you know I was
successful. If I wasn't successful, you quickly retreat. Be so kind and let
Vladimir bring my suitcase. And he wants to relax Sacha (the carriage horse)
and prepare it for my ride".

The colonel knew what the suitcase contained and it shuddered at him. If the
Countess was right in their assumption, none of the enemy soldiers would
survive that night. When Vladimir brought the Countess' suitcase into the room
and left the room, Vladimira went to the adjoining room to move. The colonel
got a strong erection. He had seen the Countess naked several times, without
their knowledge. The knowledge that she undressed in the adjoining room made
his blood boil. To his knowledge, no man had survived the sexual act with the
Countess. She was like a black widow - every male was killed after
intercourse. For this there was "Vladimira's Chamber of Terror" in her house.
Despite the soundproof insulation, cries of pain sometimes penetrated the
basement rooms as the young woman let her dark fantasies run wild.

When the Countess had moved and left the adjoining room, the colonel thought
he would have a heart attack.

This sight took his breath away. Long leather boots that went straight to the
intimate area, an extremely short skirt that gave the view of her shaved
vagina - she did not wear bodice panties, an extremely short top that released
the area from the navel to her breasts, Leather gloves up to the elbows and a
light fur cap were the "death clothes". A belt with swords rounded off the
garment.

"Like what you see Sergei," Countess asked Vladimira with a smile on his face,
"if you think I haven't noticed that you've watched me naked a few times -
then you're wrong"! The colonel swallowed, then nodded silently and looked
directly at the Countess. "Well, you don't deny it - your cock expresses its
well-being quite emphatically," she said, looking at his pants. "You want me -
but are you afraid that I'll kill you after the sex act - right"? Again, the
colonel remained mute and just nodded. He noticed that he was starting to
sweat. "Before I leave, show me your limb - after all, I want to know what I
can look forward to when I return - and don't worry, I won't kill you if we've
done it"! The lump in his neck got thicker and thicker, but as ordered the
colonel buttoned up his pants and let out his stiff penis. He stood upright
and trembled slightly. "And now your foreskin is slowly pulling over the
glans," Vladimira urged him. As if in trance, the colonel withdrew his
foreskin and released the view of his large, purple shiny acorn. His limb
twitched more violently. The Countess used her tongue over her lips "very
nice, you can pack it back in."

She grabbed a long leather coat that lay over a chair, reached into the left
side pocket and pulled out a black bodice. She stripped it over the leather
boots and pulled it up to her ass. Then she pulled over the leather coat,
turned to the colonel, who had not yet put his limb back in his pants, and
said ,take care of the procedure after my action." She approached the colonel,
grabbed his head with both hands, pulled him by her face and kissed him
intensely on the lips. His penis shrugged violently, which Vladimira noticed
with a smile. She gently struck the exposed acorn with her right hand,
resulting in a deep growl of the colonel. 'I'm going to lie down and sleep a
little bit now. Your son should have the horse (Sacha) ready behind the house
in three hours" words, the Countess went back to the adjoining room.

A short time later, it knocked on the outside door. Village leader Janczak and
his two closest confidants had come as required. The colonel asked them to
enter. The four men sat down at the table in the room. "Have you come to a
decision?" the colonel asked. All three men nodded and the village leader
said, "Yes, Colonel, we want to be avenged the rapes of our wives and
daughters and are ready to do what is required of us." The colonel nodded and
seized the word "Then we clarify the points one by one. First of all, you must
be aware that all enemy soldiers will be killed. We then have to dispose of
the bodies. At least three horse-drawn carriages with wagons must therefore be
ready for removal. Each team should be staffed by two men. Once we have
recovered the bodies, we have to dispose of them - so that they cannot be
found. Do you have any suggestions?". One of the village leaders' companions
used the word "there is an old silver mine about four kilometres from the
village that has not been in operation for decades. The tunnel is at risk of
collapsing and very deep. We could throw the corpses into the tunnels and then
use an explosive device to bring down the entrance of the tunnel, which would
not be possible to enter. I've worked in mining for years and I know how to do
it.'

The colonel nodded contentedly "a very good proposal. Then we would have to
clean the shelter of the soldiers from traces of blood as much as possible. We
men would have to do this ourselves. None of the women will participate. Women
must be left in the dark about what is going on. They have already suffered
enough. Are there any comments"? All three men shook their heads in the deny.
"Then, in four hours, be ready to leave. I will accompany you and we will wait
near the accommodation of the soldiers then until we get a light signal that
the soldiers are dead and we can take action". The three villagers rose and
left the room to make the necessary preparations.

Dusk had already begun when the colonel knocked on the door of the adjoining
room to wake Countess Vladimira. No sooner had he knocked when the Countess
opened the door. "Countess, please behave. I couldn't stand in your father's
eyes if something happened to you," he said in a voice. The Countess smiled
"I'm going to take care of myself. Finally, I have a lot in mind with you, my
dear Sergei". Then she left the building, went to the back of the horse Sacha,
which Vladimir, the colonel's son, had prepared for her. "May God hold his
protective hand over them," the young man said before the Countess took the
reins of the horse and set off for their mission.

After a sharp ride, Countess Vladimira reached the accommodation of the enemy
soldiers and carefully fed her. She stopped briefly, took off her coat and
continued to feed herself to the property.

Loud snoring poured out of the building. Apparently the soldiers had
celebrated their morning raid on the village with plenty of vodka. They were
so sure of their situation that asie didn't even think it necessary to set up
at least one guard post. As it turned out to be soon after for the soldiers -
a deadly mistake!

Countess Vladimira got off her horse, glued it on and slipped out of her black
bodice panties which she put into the right coat pocket. For what was to
follow now, any advantage her body brought her was vital. This was also the
reason why she had dispensed with a bust holder under her also very short top.
She clearly showed off her full breasts under the outerwear, her nipples
clearly stood out. A man, even a well-trained soldier, would be distracted by
this sight, even for seconds! With the swords in her hand, she fed herself the
barracks. Immediately before that, she suddenly stopped. Next to the front
door lay a human body. Vladimira nurtured cautiously. A snoring sounded. She
realized that there was a very young soldier there. But a guard post? No
matter, that didn't matter now. She raised her swords and thrust him directly
into his heart through the uniform. His body blew up briefly, he blew up his
eyes and died with the image of countess standing above him.

Vladimira took the swords of the soldier lying next to the corpse and entered
the soldiers' accommodation. She fed the first room and opened the door. Her
high-heeled leather boots made creaking noises on the wooden floor. Two of the
soldiers, lying naked on their field, awoke and rose from their beds. With a
quick step, the Countess fed the two. As expected, the sight of the only
lightly dressed woman and the rich vodka enjoyment had affected the men's
responsiveness. Taking advantage of this situation, the Countess pushed the
two swords into the heads of the soldiers, who then sank dead to the ground
with a quiet sound of pain.

Due to the pain of their two comrades, two other soldiers, also naked, awoke
in the room and rose. One fed Vladimira from the front, the other soldier fed
her from behind. But here, too, the rich vodka pleasure and the sight of the
sexy dressed Countess prevented a quick and logical reaction. But not at
Countess Vladimira! She quickly thrust the swells into the hearts of the two
men. Again, a brief cry of pain from the two soldiers who sank to the ground
dead. Apart from her and the four men killed, there were no other people in
the room.

The Countess left the room with the bodies and continued down the hallway. She
stopped at another door. Voices could be heard behind the door. Since the
Countess could read and write several foreign languages, the sign on the door
"Shower" was for them an indication of what function this room served. She
quickly opened the door, stepped in and immediately closed the door again. In
the shower, three naked soldiers stood and washed each other. "Surprise,
surprise" with these words, the Countess quickly fed the men who looked at her
in surprise and lustful. She swung both swords with an elegance that testified
to years of training and severed the throat of all three men. Blood splashed
from the open neck wounds and reflexively the soldiers tried to close the
wounds with their hands. Logically, without success.

The men fell to the ground and their bodies twitched during their death
struggle. Vladimira enjoyed the sight of the bleeding and twitching bodies.
She felt a tension build up in her abdomen. She put the two swords aside,
lifted her skirt, posed over the twitching body of one of the soldiers, and
began to caress her right hand over her labia.� First slowly, then faster and
faster, her hand slid back and forth. Despite his death struggle, the soldier
over whom the Countess had positioned himself still got an erection. Vladimira
kicked him violently in his testicles with the heel of her leather boot, then
she suddenly came to a violent orgasm. When the three men's death struggle was
over, the Countess pulled down her skirt, took the swords back into her hands
and left the shower.

In two other rooms, she pursued her bloody craft. None of the soldiers had
even a hint of a chance. Either she killed the men in their sleep or when they
tried to attack them. The strains drove like lightning into the bodies of the
men. A soldier tried to escape through a window - as he hung half out of the
window with his torso, the countess pushed his sword into his body through his
abdomen until the attack and left him dying in the window frame. The last
survivor also tried to flee. Vladimira put a leg on him and kicked him with
his boot against his head as he fell to the ground, causing the man to lose
consciousness.

Then she stood broad-legged over the unconscious man. He looked very good, had
a muscle-packed body and a very large penis and thick scrotum. She put her
swords on the man's throat and thought briefly. Then she said, more to
herself, "you happier, I'll let you live than my toys." With these words, she
put her sword in the sheath, grabbed the unconscious soldier's feet and
dragged him out of the building.

When she pulled the man's body into her horse, she took several ropes and a
medium-sized cloth from a saddle bag. She used the cloth as a gag, and with
the ropes she tied the soldier all over her body. She stood - as she tied his
legs and feet wide-legged over him. He awoke and looked under her skirt at the
unclothed abdominal area, which allowed him to have an unobstructed view of
her vagina. He knew from that moment that he would be at the mercy of this
woman as a slave to this woman. Countess Vladimira was pleased to note that
the man's penis stiffened and a groan could be heard under the gag in his
mouth. If this deplorable being could only guess what she was going to do with
him.

After the Countess had tied up and gagged the only surviving soldier, she left
him lying next to her horse, her black bodice panties pulled over her intimate
area again and went back to the accommodation of the now dead soldiers. A
lantern was quickly found. She lit the lantern and went outside again.
Standing on the way to the accommodation, she gave the arranged light signals
as discussed with the colonel and waited for the arrival of the colonel and
the villagers.

Her thoughts resonated seven years ago. Back to the year in which she was
deprived of the opportunity to give birth to children. The year in which her
dark side began to develop!

Past!

Vladimira was fifteen years old and grew up without her mother, who had died.
An aunt had taken over the position of the mother as best as possible. There
were certain things about which women could exchange ideas with each other
better than with men. Especially when it came to growing up and the physical
development of a girl to a woman. Vladimira was already very well and well
developed for her former age. Her body had taken a magnificent development and
at that age she had all the attributes of a young attractive woman. And her
aunt clarified her about all the externally visible and also about the not
immediately recognizable changes on which Vladimira's bodies began to pass.

There came a time when Vladimira was plagued by convulsions in the intimate
area. Her aunt visited the court doctor of Vladimira's father. His - faulty -
diagnosis was that Vladimira suffered from monthly bleeding that would
re-enter. And in fact, after a short time, the pain subsided. Vladimira
travels to Vienna for a quarter of a year. There she fell ill and had to be
hospitalized. Again, this time, extreme pain in the abdominal area was the
cause. Intensive examinations revealed that Vladimira's pain was caused by a
previous ovarian infection. This disease led to the Countess Vladimira would
never be able to give birth to children! A shock that should have a decisive
impact on their development in the coming years.

The hatred of her father's court doctor was very strong. But she kept her
feelings under control when she returned to her father's yard. At her father's
office, no one learned of her hospitalization, her illness and the
consequences. Half a year after her return, her father's court doctor retired
and moved to Vienna.

Now was the time for their revenge. Vladimira travelled incognito to Vienna. A
private detective had thoroughly investigated the former court doctor since
his arrival in Vienna. This also affected his sexual preferences - and that
was the based on Vladimira's plan for revenge. The man who had not realized
that her illness was serious tended to be regularly "treated" by a
dominamotome. The use of a large sum led the "tribe dominam" to leave the
Countess Vladimira their sound-absorbed cellar "of pain" for one night.

When the former court doctor had his next "meeting" he was received as usual
by his dominame and prepared for the meeting. Then she left the basement.
Vladimira had meanwhile moved into a side room of the cellar and entered the
cellar. She carefully closed the cellar door and stepped into the middle of
the cellar. The older overweight man stood naked with his hands and feet tied
to a wooden X on the basement wall. A leather gag was attached to his face and
laced behind his head. His mouth and eyes were open.

Vladimira stepped up to the side of the tied man with waist-high leather
boots, leather gloves, a leather collar and a leather mask - which covered her
eyes. He turned his head in her direction, saw the almost completely naked
young woman with a slight pubic hair and big firm breasts and groaned
excitedly. His penis suddenly swelled. Then he saw the seven-tailed whip in
her hand and groaned again excitedly.

There he was - helplessly at her mercy. Vladimira easily struck twice with the
whip on his upright limb and on his scrotum. When she struck a third time -
this time a little more violently - she was amazed at the result. The man
moaned loudly and squirted off without warning. The seed shot high out of his
acorn and landed on the floor of the basement.

When she saw the man's reaction, she was overcome with an irrepressible rage.
She had planned to humiliate him and then ridicule him by leaving him alone in
the basement and then giving the local press an anonymous tip. From -- forget
-- a fire suddenly blazed in her - and this fire could only be extinguished by
his death! The man had no idea what was waiting for him. He still looked at
Vladimira lustily. "I am the Countess Vladimira - and you will die by my
hands," she said in a hateful voice. The man's facial expression changed
abruptly - panic could be read in his features. Vladimira immediately began to
hit his body violently with the whip. Cries of pain , not yet very intense at
first - flowed out of his mouth. Supplications and begging for mercy and tears
followed. Vladimira only increased this further in her frenzy. She continued
to slammed relentlessly on his body. Blood splashed on the wall and on the
floor. His screams grew louder and more intense - his torso, arms and legs as
well as his penis and scrotum became more and more a bloody mass with each
intensely executed blow. If the cellar had not been sound-dampened, one would
surely have heard his screams down to the street. Even if the house stood at
the end of a street where otherwise only craftsmen were in the buildings,
someone could have been on the street.

After several hours of intense flogging, during which the young woman had
given herself only a few short breaks, the old man's heart stopped beating.
One had to look very closely to realize that the lump of meat that was hanging
from the wood X was a man. Vladimira had never felt a sexual arousal during
the torture of the man. After completing her revenge, her right hand, which
was still in the leather glove, slipped down to her labia and began to rub it
slowly, then faster and faster. After a short time, a violent orgasm shrugged
her body. Leaving the basement with the corpse, moving in the adjoining room
and leaving the building unseen did not take much time.

The doctor's body was not discovered until several days later by chance. His
"tribe domina" in the basement he was whipped to death had a tragic accident
with a horse-drawn drake the morning after his death in which she died. Surely
only an incomprehensible coincidence - a "favourable" coincidence for Countess
Vladimira. A rogue is the one who suspects a connection between the two
deaths.

Countess Vladimira returned to her father's court. But her soul was obscured -
and this state of mind would cost many more men their lives.

Present!

The sound of horse hooves and the rattling of wheels ripped Countess Vladimira
out of her memories. She looked at the path leading to the site of her
massacre and realized that the colonel was feeding with the some male
inhabitants of the village. The colonel rode on a horse, followed by three
ladder cars, each of which was occupied by three villagers. The ladder
carriages stopped about 50 meters in front of the building and the horse
paddock. The colonel rode to the Countess, descended and fed her. "Highness,
is everything okay with you?" he asked. Then his gaze glided to the horse of
the Countess and saw the naked body of the still unconscious, bound soldier.
"I have successfully completed my mission. In front of the building you will
find a corpse - an inattentive guard. In the building itself you will find
another thirteen naked corpses. The bound soldier" here pointed her with a
derogatory hand movement at the person lying on the ground "still alive. I
will come up with a special punishment for him. Bring him into the village
alive and put him tied up in a barn," she instructed the colonel. The colonel
nodded and walked to the three ladder cars. At the first car stood the village
chief Janczak.

"There is a dead soldier in front of the building, and thirteen other dead
soldiers are in the building itself. Bring the corpses all to the first two
ladder cars and load them. Cleans the rooms as much as possible from traces of
blood. The horses on the paddock - drive them into open terrain and let them
pull their way". He pointed to the Countess and their horse "a man has spared
the Countess so far. He lies tied and gagged by her horse. Pull a sack over
his head and load it onto the third ladder car. He is to be taken to the
village and held in a barn there."

"My barn would offer me," said the village chief Janczak "my house is on the
edge of the village and the barn is right behind it to the edge of the
forest". The colonel pondered briefly, nodding "a good idea. The other two
ladder cars will drive to the disused silver mine immediately after the
clean-up has been completed."� "My friend has already started preparations for
the blast. Hay and kerosene are ready. The hay is first thrown into the shaft,
poured with the kerosene. As soon as the corpses were thrown into the shaft,
the remaining hay follows, which is poured with the rest of the kerosene. Then
we will light a fire and blow up the entrance to the shaft," replied the
village chief" the village chief replied, "the Countess will certainly be
exhausted - it was a long day for them. I asked my daughter Natascha to
prepare a bed for the Countess".

The colonel nodded and went back to Countess Vladimira. "The tasks are
explained, the villagers immediately get to work. And you are now riding back
to the village. Village leader Janczak had his daughter Natasha prepare a
night camp for you in his house. Come to rest until we arrive in the village
with the prisoner. In the barn of the village chief we will then lock him up".
Now it was time to nod at the Countess. Even if she did not say so, her
massacre of the enemy soldier had been a great effort for the body and the
soul. She went to her horse and gave the just-awakening bound soldier a
violent kick with her boot against her head that he fainted again. Then she
climbed her horse and rode away towards the village.

The "clean-up" was well organized quickly. The colonel was the first to enter
the building and to examine the bloody harvest that Countess Vladimira had
harvested. He was astonished that the Countess had slaughtered the soldiers
without any injuries of their own. He could not describe this massacre any
other way. The villagers whose daughters and wives had been victims of these
soldiers had not spared with appreciative comments. After the building had
been cleaned in the best possible way, the horses on the paddock had been
released to freedom and the bodies of the soldiers had been loaded onto two of
the three ladder wagons, the cart broke up. The ladder car with the
unconscious soldier drove back towards the village while the other two cars
drove with the bodies to the disused silver mine.

The Countess reached the village after a sharp ride and fed the house of the
mayor Janczak. His daughter Natasha stood in front of the house and approached
the horse of the Countess. She held the horse's halter as the countess
descended. "The mission is accomplished, the rapists are dead - you have
nothing more to fear," Countess Vladimira told the young woman. A glow went
over the face of Natasha "on behalf of all the desecrated women, including me,
on behalf of all the families - thank you! How much I would have liked to have
avenged myself from these "animals"" the young woman escaped with a certain
bitterness in her voice. "If it really is your wish, it can be fulfilled. I
left one of the soldiers alive. He is taken by one of the ladder carriages to
your father's barn and placed there tied up. Think about your request very
carefully. If you really want it, I'll help you kill the rapist. But now I
want to lie down and sleep a little bit," the Countess replied. Natasha led
her to the house and to her room, where a lamp was burning. In the glow of the
same, the Countess realized that it was the sleeping room of the young woman.
On a shelf next to the bed, various pick-up and partly dirty books could be
seen. Vladimira turned to Natasha and pointed to the books "you seem like to
read a lot". Natasha nodded "Everything I get my hands on books I read, no
matter what topics. My mother, who sadly passed away far too early, taught me
how to read. Unfortunately, we do not have our own school here in our village
and the children have to travel almost 10 kilometers to attend a small school.
But education is important". Vladimira nodded "please wake me up as soon as
the prisoner is brought," with these words the Countess turned around, got rid
of her clothes and lay naked on the bed. No sooner had she pulled the blanket
over her body, she had already fallen asleep. Natasha left the room quietly.

Vladimira had a light sleep. She said she heard the passing of a ladder car
from outside. Not a minute later the door opened and Natasha is in the room
"Countess, please wake up. My father and the colonel have just gone to the
barn behind the house". Vladimira hit back the blanket, got out of bed, put on
her leather boots and put on her coat. Then she left the house with Natasha
and went with her to the barn in front of which the ladder car stood. The
colonel and Natasha's father just lifted the bound naked soldier from the car.
A sack had been pulled over his head. The young man was conscious. The two men
grabbed him and dragged him into the barn. There they placed him on a beam and
tied his torso - in addition to the shackles that the soldier already wore -
to the beam. The two men then left the barn in front of which the two women
stood. "Everything went as discussed. The men with the other two ladder cars
must have already reached the former silver mine and must have been unloaded,"
said the colonel" Village manager Janczak and I will now pick up my son and
then also drive to the silver mine to finish everything. Are you going to
finish it off here?" Vladimira nodded "we're going to do our part here."
Village chief Janczak looked at the Countess and his daughter without
understanding. "Don't worry - I'll take care of Natasha," the Countess
replied. Colonel and village chief bowed to the ladies, climbed the ladder
wagon and drove towards the village to welcome the colonel's son and continue
their way to the silver mine.

When the ladder car with the two men left, the Countess turned to Natasha
"we're going to go straight to the barn. Beforehand, you'll get one or two
sharp knives that you hide in the back of your skirt. I myself" she reached
into her coat pocket "have my own knife with me" and pulled a leather sheath
with a knife out of the coat pocket. Natascha nodded, went back to the house
and returned a short time later with two knives which she put in the back of
her skirt. Countess Vladimira told Natasha how they would proceed. When she
finished telling her, she asked, "Have you understood everything and do you
agree with my approach? If you're not sure or have objections, they're out
now. When we enter the barn and the "endgame" begins, there is no going back.
Then you are an active part of it". Natasha nodded "I'm ready and willing -
let's start the last way." Vladimira nodded contentedly - she had judged
Natasha correctly.

The two women entered the barn. Natasha stopped next to the entrance in the
semi-darkness. The Countess approached the man sitting on the ground and took
the sack pulled over his head. The soldier blinked. Vladimira grabbed a bucket
of water that stood next to the man and tipped the bucket over his head and
torso. Suddenly, his spirits of life returned. The Countess bent down to him.
Her coat folded up and gave him a glimpse of her unclothed body. Despite his
precarious situation and the fact that this woman had slaughtered his
comrades, he immediately got an erection. "Men are so predictable - as soon as
the tail takes over the thinking, the logic is put out," she thought. She
pulled her knife out of the leather sheath in the coat pocket and cut off the
man's ankle cuffs, then the rope around his torso followed, which had him
fixed to the beam. The shackles that fixed his hands behind his back did not
cut through them yet. "Get up slowly now and just stand up," she raved to the
man. Then she rose, walked around the man, took off her leather boots and let
her open coat slide off her body so that she stood splinter-naked behind him.
When the soldier stood up, she cut off his handcuffs, thrust her knife into
the beam and pressed her naked body against the man's back. He moaned loudly
and his penis swelled even more. Vladimira grabbed his left shoulder with her
left hand, her right arm slid under his right armpit and her hand touched his
right nipple. With her tongue she drove over his right ear before kissing his
neck with her mouth. At that moment, Natasha emerged from the semi-darkness
and knelt in front of the soldier. His facial expression was irritated -
because he recognized Natasha as the girl he had brutally raped the day
before. Natasha had also recognized the man. It included his pulsating limb
with both hands and began to jerk him off. First slowly, then her hands glided
faster and faster over the twitching piece of meat. Countess Vladimira looked
over the man's shoulder and waited for the right moment. The young soldier
began to wheeby more and more violently. Then a scream of lust came out of his
throat. Natasha let go of his limb and bent back. From his testicle, a
powerful ray of hot seeds shot toward his acorn. The young man squirted off
with a loud grunt. Vladimira's moment had come. Her left hand slid under his
chin and ripped her head backwards. With her right hand, she pulled her dagger
out of the beam, and pulled it over the man's throat. A violent ray of blood
came out of his throat and the grunting turned into a painful groan. Vladimira
resigned, her hands slipped from the man's body and the bleeding soldier sank
to the barn floor. His hands swayed to the open neck wound. The Countess
lifted her coat, put the knife back into the leather sheath, took her leather
boots in her hand and walked past the twitching man's body towards the barn
exit. "Now it's your turn," she said toward Natasha. Natasha got up, pulled a
large knife from behind her skirt and nodded. Her face glowed with hatred. The
soldier tried to crawl away.

Vladimira had stepped outside the barn after putting on her boots and putting
on her coat. The front door had left her open. Looking to the house, however,
she could hear the soldier screaming in pain. His cries of pain became more
and more shrill before they fell silent at once. Natasha had got her revenge!

The Countess turned back to the barn. Natasha stepped out of the barn with
blood-smeared clothes. In her right hand she held the soldier's severed penis
and scrotum, in her left hand the severed head of the man. Her two knives now
hung on the front of her clothes. Her face was shining - she had gotten her
revenge.

Vladimira approached Natasha, looked her in the eye and nodded. Then she
entered the barn again and went to the soldier's body. It was to be seen that
his death must have been a very painful one. Based on the amount of blood
between his legs, he must have been alive when the young woman had castrated
him. Then she had probably cut his belly from the navel to the neck before she
had cut off his head. Suddenly she noticed Natasha stepping next to her and
looking at her. She then bent down to the corpse, placed her severed head on
the open abdominal cavity, opened his mouth and rammed his penis into his
throat, causing the scrotum to dangle from his mouth. The two women left the
barn, closed the front door and returned to the house. There they undressed in
the house, washing each other the traces of slaughter in a washing machine.
Vladimira slipped back into her clothes, Natasha put on clean clothes. She
burned her blood-smeared clothes in the fireplace of the house.

In the old disused silver mine everything went as planned. First, a large
amount of straw was thrown into the shaft, soaked with a lot of kerosene. Then
followed the corpses of the soldiers, again straw and kerosene. A burning
torch then lit the "stake." The former master blaster had prepared the blast
perfectly. When the colonel was at a safe distance with his son and the
villagers, the blast was triggered. A subsequent inspection and inspection
provided the proof that the tunnels of the old silver mine had collapsed and
completely buried. The "rapists" had found their final resting place. All but
one! In high spirits about this end, all those present drove back towards the
village. Two of the three ladder cars drove directly into the village, the
third ladder car with village chief Janczak, the colonel and his son drove
directly to the village chief's house. When they arrived, Vladimira and
Natasha were already waiting for them in front of the house.

Vladimira waved to the colonel and his son and walked with them a few meters
away from the house. Father Janczak approached his daughter, took her in his
arms, and both entered the house. "Mr. Colonel, there is still something to
dispose of in the barn. Please take care of it with their son," the Countess
told the two men before turning around and heading towards the house. Both men
went to the barn. When the colonel's son saw the young soldier's body, he
began to choke before falling to his knees and vomiting violently. "Life is
not a sugar son," the colonel urged his son to "see that you are putting up
some empty sacks" He himself took his head with the penis stuck in the throat
from the dead man's torso, grabbed an axe that stood on the wall of the barn
and began to chop the soldier's body into small handy pieces. When his son
returned with the empty sacks and saw what his father was doing, he vomited
again. "Pack every bag half full, bricks are stacked in the corner" the
colonel pointed to a corner of the barn "pack some of them into each corpse
bag so that it can still be closed well" and turned again to his "hacking
activity". He saw that his son became pale again at the sight of the
increasingly destroyed body and the individual corpses. "Just put the bricks
in the empty bags and then put them ready for me," he said, thinking that
today's youth would be softened.

After he had completely crushed the corpse, he spread the individual body
parts onthe bags, sealed them and carried it with his son to a manure pit that
lay behind the barn. There, the dismembered body of the last rapist sank in
several bags spread to the bottom of the manure pit.

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