Revenge of Countess Vladimira

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.