The Dark Side of Countess Vladimira

Present!

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!