It was a Tuesday, King Erich had breakfast with Orlando and the eleven‐year‐old was sitting on his lap, listening to the beautiful voice of Papa reading the next chapter from Jules Verne's "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." Rough boots tramped up the marble stairs, the door was yanked open, a single shot cracked. The storm broke.
Silently, the king toppled from his chair, the back of his head crashing dully to the carpet. His little son was deeply shocked, he squatted down next to his dad and put his head on his lap. Everything was full of blood.
The clumsy militiaman who had tripped over the carpet as he rushed in, knelt on the ground, holding his hapless rifle, staring at the king, blood gushing from the king's neck. The leader behind him pointed his revolver at the unfortunate man and charged him that they must not touch a hair on the king's head! He opened his eyes wide and shot the unfortunate man in the head. Three minutes later King Erich bled to death.
Maria Theresa jumped naked out of bed as two gunmen tore open her bedroom door. Franz mumbled something and continued to sleep. Quick‐witted, she took mental control of the intruders and froze them. They were blinded by her naked beauty and now stood guard like wax figures. M.T. quickly threw on a bathrobe and stormed down the hall, past Franzens and Karls rooms, into the living room. With one glance, everything was clear to her. She angrily froze the 15 or so gunmen and ran around the table. Orlando was crying and covered in blood, Papa's head in his lap. She reached for the king's neck and found no pulse. Was he hurt, she asked Orlando, but he merely shook his head. The papa, he stammered, the papa! She examined the gaping wound on his neck; the carotid artery was obviously shredded. He must have bled to death in no time.
With a quick glance, she made sure the gunman on the floor was also dead. She tried to reach the mother mentally and continued to keep the gunmen at bay. Eva was still quite drowsy and M.T. had to repeat twice that dad was dead and there were about 15 gunmen all around her. She heard her mother's cry as if she were standing next to her. No, she, Orlando and Franz were unharmed, she already had the gunmen mentally under control. Eva just said she would be right there and disappeared. Carefully, M.T. tried to reach Nima, but she was as sound asleep as Franz. Eva ran through Herrengasse and contacted her again. Nima was still asleep, the daughter said, and so was Franz.
Eva immediately went to the king, examined him and remained on her knees in silence for minutes. There was unbridled anger in her gaze as she looked up and quietly told Maria Theresa to take Orlando to Nima. M.T. took the bloodied boy by the hand and left. Eva had taken control of the gunmen and ordered them to shoot. To shoot at each other! In all the roaring and crashing, she laid her head on her dead husband's chest until it was dead silent. She held his gun under the chin of the last one and coldly pulled the trigger. She went into the king's bedroom; Nima had gone into the bathroom with Orlando to draw in the bathwater.
Eva sat down next to her daughter on the bed and said they needed to find out immediately if there were any other criminals in the castle. They both scanned the rooms until Eva mentally reached one of the leaders and questioned him. There were about 25 more in the lower rooms, a small squad was on its way to the radio– and television station, a large squad in the town hall. She said they would now have to work together to put down the revolt and how they would split up. M.T. took over those in the castle, Eva contacted the master and quickly explained the situation. The guys in the town hall had almost completed their gruesome slaughter, Eva took them over instantly. Candor called the Ministry of Interior and called for immediate emergency mobilization, they should immediately occupy and safeguard the radio, TV Station, the Com Centers, waterworks, etc. A squad was ordered to the castle, city hall and parliament.
M.T. had turned the militiamen on each other in the castle, the men chasing each other and slaying each other mercilessly. Among the dead were a dozen guards and security guards, the castle bailiff and the Masters Ansgar and Hartwig. Candor ordered about 25 insurgents to rush to the parliament. Eva triggered total madness among the other militiamen, rushing them mercilessly to shoot each other. Candor gave orders to his insurgent squad in the parliament to shoot all the rightists and ultra‐rightists they could find.
It was within the hour that the coup ended. The insurgents commanded by Candor stood confused and indecisive in the parliament waiting for further orders, they had carried out their order. Annoyed, Eva released them from Candor's mental grip and ordered them to go after each other. Fifteen minutes later the spook was over, the police troops had surrounded and led away all the attackers on the radio, waterworks, etc., without exchanging fire.
There was silence now, deadly loud silence.
Nima and Franz had washed the king, freshly dressed him and laid him on the bed. Franz had already called Karl Ludwig and reported the events. Karl, the foreign minister and their delegation raced to Brussels airport and took the first private jet. Maria Theresa had changed after showering, stood with the others at the king's bedside, and silently bid farewell to Papa. Then she whispered to Eva that she was going to see Father Candor and left quietly.
Candor sat in front of the news, talking on the phone with Brigadier General Kunze, Rüdiger and the other masters. Rüdiger was rock‐solidly convinced that Master Ansgar and Master Hartwig had made common cause with the insurgents. He announced that he would immediately start the investigation with Kunze; the whole insurrection made no sense. About a thousand dead, and the insurgents subsequently killed each other? Candor, talking to the brigadier general, said that they should get together in person at the next opportunity, perhaps he could contribute, he and his special nose. Rüdiger did not understand a word, but Kunze promised to come by tomorrow afternoon.
Candor turned off the news, he was tired, so terribly tired. He still had enough strength to take off his underwear, then he slid into bed and immediately fell asleep. He was sound asleep when Lucy opened the door and let the woman in. Lights stay off, the woman whispered and quietly went into his bedroom. He dreamed that he was being pulled in a yacht through the calmly flowing water, a mermaid swimmingly pulling his little ship. It was a beautiful mermaid and he wondered again what the cunt of the mermaid might look like, since her abdomen was covered with fish scales. I'll come to you, the mermaid whispered and snuggled up to him. He loved this dream, the mermaid caressed him with a knowing hand and lay on him as light as a feather.
He would probably never know what the mermaid looked like down below, but he felt her put her cunt over his cock and copulate with him very gently. Long before he could pour himself out, she stopped, put her breasts and head on his chest, and rubbed her clit. It was amazing that the mermaid came just like the women on land, twitching and trembling. Then she continued again, bringing him back to just before and pausing to touch her clit. He felt her hand working between their bodies and she released her climax so miraculously again. She had a much tighter cunt than the women he had connected with lately, tight like a young girl's. He recognized this cunt, but he could not match it to a specific girl. He had to think, that he didn't fuck young girls recently. When she paused again, he could hold back no longer and thrust from below, until he poured himself inside her, squirting all of his semen into the mermaid's tight vagina>. His breathing steadied, he groped for her breasts, trying to discern the girl's cunt with his cock. It could not be, it could not be! The recognition ran through him like a lightning bolt, full of panic he shouted, "Lights on!"
It was Maria Theresa.
Dimming the lights, he ordered Lucy with presence of mind and whispered, "We mustn't, we mustn't!" but he did nothing more, his erection was still inside her. M.T. laid her head and breasts on his chest, then whispered that they had been making love for many years and that it made no difference. She rocked her abdomen back and forth and closed his mouth with a long French kiss, the first they gave each other. Whenever he wanted to say something, she silenced him with a French kiss. She copulated with him and did not tolerate any resistance. He enjoyed it, embracing her lovingly and letting her touch her clit as often as she wanted. He could not and would not resist. The voice in his mind had gone silent the more times she climaxed.
At some point, she wanted the avatar to do it in her asshole. He was getting excited, but he could only manifest the Avatar if he concentrated only on that and not on his erection. He concentrated, the Avatar ran up to top form and fucked her so hard that she cried out softly as she climaxed. She sank wearily on top of him and they paused, smoking in silence, and suddenly she told him not to worry, she would talk to the mother herself.
They copulated all evening and all night until dawn. He felt young and was steadier than he had been in a long time. In the morning he had Lucy make coffee and Maria Theresa coaxed him back to bed afterward. He fell asleep exhausted after his outpourings, she drank more coffee and smoked one cigarette after the other. Then she scurried back to the castle, lay down naked next to Eva and fell asleep.
He didn't wake up until shortly after noon, Lucy made breakfast as usual and reminded him that the brigadier general was already on his way. Following a premonition, he asked Eva to listen mentally to his conversation with Kunze. He welcomed Kunze with fruit juice and a small snack, then let him turn on the little black box. Kunze, with his best people and Rüdiger, had gone through all of Ansgar's and Hartwig's communications in a rush and found enough evidence. Both masters had helped prepare the attacks and let the militia into the castle, which was in itself well guarded, and to the mayor in the town hall. The brigadier general reported the exact number of dead and that the entire right and ultra‐right had perished. He just did not understand why the insurgents had eliminated each other, why they had killed only the right‐wingers in parliament but no one else. A prolonged silence followed.
Candor first asked whether he considered him clear‐headed or not, mentally unfit, despite his soon‐to‐be 88 years? Immediately Kunze said that he considered him perfectly clear. The age would only concern his body, so no, he saw him as mentally completely fit! Both looked inquiringly into each other's eyes, then the master continued. Whether Kunze remembered the conversation they had had after the death of the serial killer Bo? As if it had taken place yesterday, Kunze said as if shot out of a pistol. He added, special sniff nose, funeral pyre and loony bin. "Madhouse," Candor corrected and smiled. Yes, madhouse, Kunze confirmed and smiled as well. Well, Candor continued, this particular sniffer nose smelled nothing this time. Nothing at all! He had been busy with all sorts of things and had not noticed at all that something was brewing on the right, domestic politics had no meaning for him at that time. If someone had told him to smell the right‐wingers, I would have sniffed the stink and had sounded the alarm! He looked Kunze deeply in the eyes and confirmed his words with this look. He made again a longer pause.
This time I was too late, he continued. I know so far much less than Rüdiger or you about the motives, the goals, and the "what after?" that was going on in the minds of these fools. I'm sure you two know that better than I do; I haven't dealt with it yet either. "But I am completely relying on you and Baron von Stetten in this! I will have to attend to the concerns of the court, despite my retirement by King Erich, and presumably so will the Baron von Stetten." Candor had to pause before enlightening Kunze further. Yes, this time I was too late, he mused further. An unfortunate shot, the king dead, right‐wing militia in the castle! A call for help from the queen, the Princess de Tourneville!
"And now, my dear General, imagine that my special nose brings with it other abilities. Let me demonstrate it to you now." The brigadier general climbed up on the coffee table and held up both hands, dancing a few clumsy steps. The General looked in unbelief and scared to death in Candor's eyes. After a few long seconds, Candor motioned him to sit back down.
Kunze's eyes snapped wide open and he looked at him, speechless. Candor could see that it was working fiercely behind Kunze's forehead. Candor repeated, "An unfortunate shot, the king dead, armed right‐wing militia in the Hofburg! A call for help from the Princess de Tourneville! What could I do but order the insurgents militia to jump on the coffee table, raise their hands and dance!? — He remained silent and waited for Kunze, who was visibly struggling with conflicting thoughts. No, Candor said quietly, hands up dancing would be too little, after everything these criminals have done at Town Hall. "How many killed, did you say, 462 in City Hall including the very popular and very capable mayor? No, Kunze, not that simple! The right‐wingers proved that they wanted to take the kingdom by force of arms, a few hundred dead and a regicide didn't count!" Candor had his voice back in control and asked what to do with such an uprising? "If someone wanted to abolish the monarchy, then please, but in a democratic process. I admit, letting the right‐wingers slaughter each other is not democratic either. But I don't regret, not in the least, drowning them in their own bloodlust." He added that he had immediately sounded the alarm at the Interior Ministry, a fact which had certainly not escaped Kunze's investigations.
Candor said after a pause, "Your opinion on that would be important to me!"
Kunze thought for a long time. From the result it was not wrong that the Right Rascals – yes, the rationalist police officer said 'Rascals' – exterminated themselves. An undemocratic, armed insurrection would not have ended bloodlessly even with regular, democratically empowered troops. In this respect, he had taken note of the result. On the other hand, however, it filled him with fear and anxiety as to what a person with such superpowers could do. No one could ever take away this fear, this anxiety. Not after this uprising.
Candor did not answer immediately. "The only thing that matters is how you assess my loyalty. If the result is negative, then bury me, a wooden stake through my heart and a stone between my jaws!" He pondered meanwhile whether he might have compromised Eva, but then pushed the thought aside. Eva said that if Kunze was checking the phone connections, then yes. Candor and Kunze were silent for a long time and the master realized that everything had been said. Eva interjected, the Queen Dowager Elisabeth, the General doesn't have her on his list, but I do! Candor cleared his throat and said that he himself would have his hands full in the very near future in order to support Prince Karl Ludwig. If he had more time, he would take a closer look at the Queen Dowager Elisabeth, who knows, maybe there is something to be found there?
Kunze laughed aloud and said, aaah, the special sniffer nose! Candor just looked at him for a moment and then looked out the window strained. "After all, it's no special thing to sleep and fuck with the queen dowager. But not noticing, that this woman gives nothing for nothing, is!" Candor thundered, raising his fist. Kunze's jaw literally dropped. "What, how, how...?" he asked, dumbfounded, and Candor tapped the tip of his nose. The sniffer, the special sniffer!
"Look," Candor said, "on a human level, I don't give a damn who you're fucking with. In this society, that doesn't matter either. And if you want to do it with the Holy Pope in St. Peter's Basilica, I still don't give a damn. The only important question is what the queen dowager expects, perhaps demands, from you! A smart and clever secret service man like you does not need to investigate the Queen Dowager yourself, in person, handcuff her or speak to her before the trial. Be on your guard, the lady is not to be underestimated!" He grinned and kept silent, leaving Kunze enough time to think about everything. Candor looked Kunze straight in the eye. "If the Queen Dowager gives you any trouble, I'm always at your disposal to support you in anything!" He had stood up and extended his hand to Kunze. Kunze muttered that he hadn't looked at it from that side yet, but it made perfect sense. He would first discuss it with the Baron, secondly, he would put his very best agents on Elisabeth. Candor admonished him once again that Elisabeth was a very dangerous opponent and Kunze would do well to develop a good strategy and guardrails and also stick to it! Candor suggested to read Kunze's report beforehand, maybe that could be useful? Kunze nodded smiling, I'll do my best to write a fairy tale for the first time! Candor laughed with the General aloud. First think of the bigger picture, the consequences and then write "The Sad Song of the Rightist Insurgents", who became crazy like Yellow Ape Shit! He in any case was ready to support Kunze fully, a call is enough.
Kunze had left thoughtfully, Candor talking to Eva about the supposed faux‐pas. The phone logs had recorded both her call and Maria Theresa's, so that should be enough. They would not find out the little Fault in the timeline, which could evoke some questions. — Eva was certainly not compromised!
Eva did not let on whether her daughter had already spoken to her. Candor was apparently not entirely clear about how she had come up with Kunze's connection to Elisabeth. She searched Kunze's mind and Candor could also see the two copulating. He thought after some time that more important than watching them copulate would be to eavesdrop on their conversations. Eva agreed and said, if she has something to do with Erich's death, I will destroy her!
Eva did not come until night, they embraced under the door and Eva was finally able to cry. With a powerful movement he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, she weighed nothing, at most 50 kilos. Lovingly he undressed her and lay down next to her. Lucy recognized the pattern, locked the door and dimmed all the lights. Erich was dead, she said crying, he comforted her and soothingly caressed her breasts, her womb and the clit without arousing her. She was grateful to him for this and stroked his half‐erect cock delicately. But she had no desire, she said, and he continued to hold her in his arms. For a while they discussed the events of the day, whether they had acted correctly and what it all meant for the future. Maria Theresa told me everything, she said, continuing to caress him. She manipulated you, you couldn't do anything. He hooked, he could have ended it, but from one point on he enjoyed it very much. She is 26 and is responsible for everything she does! Eva said and asked how to go on? He replied that he didn't know. Maybe it didn't happen again, although he doubted it. Or it repeated, he did not know. "But, you are my wife, my only one, and I want you with me every night, whether she likes it or not! I can send her away anytime you say!" She kissed him gratefully and passionately. He felt that her clit was aroused and had enlarged a tiny bit. She clasped his strong erection and said, it's going to take one! He pressed her clit energetically and gave back, she would need it too!
She mounted him and asked him to tell her about the fuck with M.T., but he said she should just look at it. She rode his erection very slowly and went through with him the wonder of making love first to the mermaid, then to M.T.. Only toward the end of the memories did she increase the pace and made him squirt. It was beautiful, she said with shining eyes, I didn't know how beautiful it was for both of you! They talked and smoked after she disposed of his semen in the freezer. After he put out the light, she did it: once, twice, as usual, before falling asleep.
Secretly, he had to admit to himself that he was looking forward to both Eva and Maria Theresa. He had seen clear signals in Eva's thoughts. But it would be another week before M.T. joined him and Eva. They were already lying in bed and cuddling, M.T. quickly undressed and lay down next to Eva. She smiled and left him to her daughter and sat down at the foot of the bed with her knees drawn up. She watched very closely as the two copulated and pressed a hand on her pubic and a finger on her clit, but without going any further. After he had squirted, Eva said she had to extract the semen and cool it. She stroked her daughter's hair and whispered that she had made it very nice for him. M.T. smiled shiningly and mounted upon him. M.T., who had satisfied herself frequently during the ride, was exhausted like Candor, so he turned out the light. Eva waited until the girl was asleep before she did it: once, twice and fell asleep.
He went over his current loves in his mind. Eva and Maria Theresa could have passed for sisters. They were both strikingly slim, M.T. had even fuller and firmer breasts than Eva. What he also noticed very positively was that the cunt of both of them embraced his cock much more tightly and firmly than Roxane or Dina, whose sexes were soft and not so tight. Mia, just like Eva and M.T., let out a soft wailing sound when she let his cock penetrate at the beginning. Mia's cunt was also rather wide and soft in itself like Dina's, it was just the strong muscles around her labia that she had to powerfully overcome. He loved to caress Mia's tender skin, Eva's and M.T.'s soft curves and breasts. When they rode, however, they were all different. Sitting upright, Eva bobbed up and down, groping her clit without looking, leaning back so far on her finale that her hair touched his legs. She lifted her butt, formed a sort of bridge with her back, and let her finger swirl on her clit right in front of his face. M.T. interrupted the forward– and backward movement of her abdomen several times, lying chest to chest on top of him and burying her face against his chest, while her hand reached down between their bodies and rubbed the clit to the final, then continued to ride. Mia in turn squatted over him, standing on her soles to his left and right. At first she bobbed up and down, then she seked her head and looked between her thighs at her labia, which she had formed into a kissing mouth, and at her clit, which she worked violently only after his squirting. After letting his seed gush forth with vigorous thrusting, she remained seated on his cock and rubbed her clit vigorously and brutally until she climaxed, twitching and trembling.
Maria Theresa said she had to slowly get away from Franz, who took his duties as treasurer very seriously and also had to think about getting married like his brother, who was now King Charles II. He left out Louis. Charles wanted to make Franz viceroy, but ran into legal problems. At 30 and 28 respectively, their carefree copulating with all the sweet girls of the country and with their sister was mostly over. Charles was not as enamored of his sister as Franz, but he took great pleasure in copulating with her on a case‐by‐case basis. Maria Theresa, Karl and Franz were no longer allowed to copulate with each other so openly and lightheartedly; the court turned its eyes and ears to the three siblings and every new person who appeared was instantly hailed as a fiancée. Candor and Eva both agreed that M.T. was soon spending the night with them every day and, in effect, living with them.
But the very next evening Eva gave up distancing herself and lay down beside M.T. She caressed her daughter's body as erotically as she could and let her go first. M.T. rode him gently and Eva brought her clit to climax swiftly. She then pushed M.T. aside and rode Candor in her turn. M.T. overcame her initial shyness and felt for Eva's clit. The latter sank to the side after her climax and left him to her again. They refined their lovemaking and Candor strove to pour himself alternately in one cunt or the other. After extinguishing the light, he heard Eve on his left doing it: one more time, twice, before she fell asleep. To his right lay M.T., who had picked up this habit from Eva and was also doing it at the same time: once, twice and then until she fell asleep in the middle of it. Eva no longer saw the need to do it quietly and secretly and was no longer embarrassed to sigh and moan loudly in pleasure. M.T. was a little quieter in her masturbation, but no less passionate than Eva. He loved lying between the two women, placing his fingers directly on their cunts and witnessing their arousal and climaxes firsthand.
Sometimes M.T. would ask him, when she was on her days of conception, to create the avatar. Eva would sink deep into her mind to experience the Avatar together with her, his penetration of her tight butt hole, his energetic thrusting inside her, and the vigorous throating at the end when she had satisfied herself with the clit. Sometimes Eva also wanted to be taken by the avatar in the missionary position, which gave her great pleasure. Her daughter could see that Eva was fantasizing about fucking with Erich while copulating with the avatar. She mostly withdrew; although she had often watched curiously when Papa copulated with the chambermaids, that one between Mama and Papa was too private for her. She curled up next to him, thinking of her Papa and crying for him.
Mia came to see him every day after Roxane's death, and they lay together, hugged, cried together, and gave each other caressing comfort. She respected that he did not want sex during his grief. On one of those quiet afternoons, she reported that she had suffered a miscarriage while Roxane was in the hospital. Yes, she wanted a child and he had been the only one she had unprotected intercourse with for months. Candor was silent for a long time, holding her in a loving embrace and crying, Roxane was no more and would not live to see her daughter become a mother. She had better spend her energy on finding a good husband and reliable father for herself and the child. He, with his 87 years, was totally unsuited for that, he said with some bitterness. They almost argued, because she was one hundred percent ready to raise the child alone. They left the question open in the end.
Mia continued to come daily and one day they resumed sex. She had not given up her desire to have children, of course, and used everything she had to make him come as often as possible. When it became serious that Eva was now living with him, Mia was ready to stop coming so often. Nevertheless, she came to see the master every week and only in the afternoons; she should not interfere in his private life with Eva, Candor had said. Nevertheless, Eva tried to be there as often as she could, at least for the finals, undressing and nimbly lying down with them. No, she never copulated with him when Mia was there, but she collected his precious seed. Besides, it was a feast for the eyes every time, because Mia was slim, had a beautiful body and velvety skin, which Eva caressed during the act, lost in thought. Well, her breasts were rather small and her butt a bit big, but her flat, Asian face wonderfully expressed her pleasure during intercourse. It was inimitable how she formed her labia into a kissing mouth and touched and nipped his glans sucking. Eva knew that Mia was one of the few women whose muscles were so well trained to shape her labia like that. The kissing mouth snapped and squeezed the glans quickly yet ever so slightly as her finger increased the pace on the clit. She lifted her butt up and down very quickly, wiggling it like a horny samba dancer. She obviously always knew when he was going to squirt and put her cunt all over his cock. With vigorous thrusting she made him squirt and then brought herself brutally to climax. She remained seated on his cock until the twitching and trembling of her thighs ceased. Sometimes her eyes begged Eva to touch her clit, she did so gladly and energetically gave Mia her climax.
The master and Eva spent many hours together in the General Brigadier's mind. The old bachelor went to female prisoners every few months and sought his sex from them. There was nothing wrong with that, because the prison facilities in return were moderate and not corrupt. After all, it was not forbidden to have sex with prisoners. Just as it was not forbidden to have sex with a widow. It was not surprising that it was the Queen Dowager who actively and aggressively seduced the good Brigadier General. Candor and Eva watched all their copulations, which caused excited budding and erections of the secret observers. But when the observed talked to each other, the two observers listened very carefully. It became clear that the queen dowager was purposefully questioning the intelligence chief and interfering in personnel decisions in favor of the right. They were looking into the head of the Queen Dowager, she was of course at the same time conducting sexual relations with some high‐ranking right‐wingers and passing the information to them. The picture rounded out, she had no objection to the coup, provided she ended up being proclaimed Queen. Eva was seething with rage, the king, she and her children should be exiled!
Very carefully Candor brought the relevant passages into the mind of the Brigadier General, who at first took them for visions and reveries. But the master telephoned him and let it be known that it was he who was thus providing Kunze with procedural assistance. Since they were talking on a secure line, they worked out the procedure together. Kunze's people followed the instructions, he himself remained completely in the background and meticulously briefed the interrogation team. It was quite easy to convict the queen dowager and get a confession, since they knew about everything that was going on. Elizabeth, the queen dowager, screeched that she wanted to talk to the Brigadier General right away, but the team was deaf and complied. Elisabeth tried everything, blurted out her "secret" of the sexual relationship with Kunze, the team had of course been instructed about it and the negotiator shrugged his shoulders. A and B have sex with each other, that is neither unusual nor important. The team had fun teasing all the perverse details of Elisabeth's sometimes unusual sexual practices out of her. They even tickled her most embarrassing secret of secretly mating with her dog out of her to humiliate and expose her. Eva stood with sparkling eyes next to Kunze and Candor and attentively followed the interrogation behind the mirror glass.
Eva spoke at length with the director of the prison where Elisabeth was awaiting trial. Elisabeth had to buy any special wish, any special treatment. With sex. This was no reward, because the guard officers were rough, crude types, and the sex with Elisabeth took place publicly in front of all her buddies, which Elisabeth totally detested. She felt deeply humiliated and soiled to be licked by everyone in a group of horny spectators and to go along with every perversion. When the rude guys penetrated all her holes at the same time to wring a climax out of her, she cried in shame. The only thing she could do was to let the gangbangs wash over her as emotionlessly as possible. She never enjoyed sex again. Videos of it soon appeared on Comnet, she immediately became a laughing stock. Countless boulevard scribblers poured scorn and derision on the former queen, who had become a high traitor. She was convicted even before the trial began. The low‐level media published copies of the interrogations, including all the vile, perverse, and piquant details. Elizabeth was finished, forever.
Eva was satisfied, the arrogant smile was gone from Elisabeth's face forever. As a high traitor, she would never leave the prison again and would be the guards' sex slave for a long time to come.
Candor did not agree with this punishment. The trial, broadcast on state television and over the Comnet, with all its spicy, perverse, and vile details, and the sentence of life in prison, shamed him. Although he had never slept with Elisabeth, he had mentally watched her copulate thousands of times and had great sympathy for the insatiable, horny and erotic woman. He had never slept with Elisabeth, but in retrospect he regretted very much that he had always resisted her. Eva saw in her only the murderer of her husband and could not understand that he judged so mildly. Eva had had a long talk with her children; her children also found Elisabeth's betrayal abhorrent, their father's murder unforgivable, and were unwaveringly on Eva's side. Nima, who went to therapy with Orlando three times a week because the poor boy had fallen silent after the murder, sought out Eva after this family talk and said she would like to go straight to the jail and shoot the woman herself. Eva could well understand her, but assured her that Elisabeth would soon wish she were dead. Promise!
Baron von Stetten and Kunze did good investigative work and were able to arrest about forty conspirators. The trials were held in public and the sentences were harsh. City hall and parliament resumed work the week after the coup. In the next elections, the right and the ultra‐right did not reach ten percent; the people punished them mercilessly for the coup. And the kingdom could certainly deal with ten percent of steadfast diehards.
Master Ruger, who had been part of the circle of advisors for only a few years and was considered an able jurist, was finally able to prove that the king could appoint a viceroy. The next day, King Charles appointed Franz viceroy, again giving him responsibility for the treasury and for the economy. He himself took over foreign affairs and also worked his way into domestic politics, for he was far from having forgiven the patricides. He did everything he could to keep the right‐wing camp small. The brothers led the kingdom in an exemplary manner, clarifying emerging differences of opinion in private and reducing the corps of advisors to only four masters. Master Candor stayed away from the new corps, but requested to be allowed to call himself master as before. He would gladly be at the king's disposal, but wanted to stay away from the day‐to‐day business. King and Viceroy knew, of course, how faithfully and effectively Father Candor had served King Erich and had also guided them both safely through the turmoil after the coup. They embraced him warmly and swore that only death could separate them.
The brothers, who had always suspected it, knew directly from Eva since Papa's death that Father Candor was also their biological father. Karl invited him every Sunday morning to have breakfast with Franz, and the sons discussed their problems with him, often receiving very wise and perceptive answers. After the first time, the brothers decided to have Father Candor picked up by two chambermaids, since walking was somewhat difficult for him, but he stubbornly did not want to take a cab. They should dress provocatively and airily, Karl told the girls, and Franz added with a wink, because the old man loves to look up the skirts of pretty girls! So it happened that the master was picked up in the morning by two pretty girls and was accompanied home again at noon. Yes, they were to precede him up the stairs in his palace, the old wise guy had to convince himself that the 17 to 18 year old beauties were not wearing any underwear. Smirking, they took him to the bedroom and helped him undress, taking the old man to bed with his erection giggling. He didn't have to prompt them, they willingly lay with him. The first, who rode him, got her redemption by the hand of the other. To the second he gave his effusion in thick, rich jets. After the union, the girls left. Candor enjoyed these Sunday gifts and made sure that Mia did not seek him out too soon. He never knew how many of the chambermaids got pregnant and was happy to have variety, since the girls were regularly changed by Franz. It was always a nice end to the week for him, first the animated and serious discussions with his sons and then to cum in the cunt of one of the two chambermaids. Eva begrudged him from the bottom of her heart and was not jealous for a moment, but she herself felt no urge for variety.
One evening, as he lay in bed with Eva and Maria Theresa, exhausted as they smoked a cigarette, he reported that Mia was pregnant again. Eva was happy for him and thoughtlessly said that she would now no longer have to rely on her fertilization program. She bit her lips, for she immediately realized her mistake. Maria Theresa insisted on being told exactly what was going on. He told her that he copulated with Mia on a case‐by‐case basis and that Mia ardently desired a child of him. He also said that he had tried to talk her out of it, but he apparently had no luck with that. "So, she's having your child?" stated M.T., his eyes shining. He nodded. She thought for a long time and nodded, she could understand, apparently she loves you more than anyone. She barely knew Mia, only that she'd been copulating with him since she was a teenager, but knew little else about his foster daughter except that she'd made it to assistant professor, researched hydrogen engines, and had a reputation as a male‐devouring siren. He tried to set the record straight a bit, saying the rumors were exaggerated beyond measure. He went on at length and in detail about Mia's special technology, hoping that M.T. would forget the word fertilization program.
Maria Theresa interrupted his awkward silence and said that she did know that she, Eva, had a gynecology practice, but what was it about the fertilization program? Eva never lied to her children and told her everything, from beginning to end. She told about the genetic experiments of Professor Giese, that she and the Master were genetically optimized and therefore she had decided to give the best children to the King and to use Candor's semen for artificial insemination of women without their knowledge. She realized, of course, from the look on M.T.'s face that she still had some ethical concerns to answer, and did so. Candor smiled and the three of them lay naked on the bed, smoking after copulating and discussing what were probably the most important things in their lives. He got up and got the best wine to toast to future copulation and Mia's baby.
They drank bottle after bottle, the drunken M.T. riding him again and slurring in his ear, when she was ready then, she would definitely want to have his child too. Eva, who was also already heavy hitting and lying next to them budding, laughed heartily and said, then your daughter will be your sister! Candor was still sober enough to feel great gratitude and relief that Eva had not talked about years and his or her biological age. They slept closely embraced until morning.
So it came about that Eva gave M.T. special lessons. Maria Theresa now participated in the insemination program as her assistant, learned quite quickly with Eva's help to see inside women's bodies, which also benefited her in her regular work. Eva was very relieved, because one day M.T. would be able to take over the ordination seamlessly.
It was natural for them that Mia stayed longer several times a week and sometimes stayed overnight with them. M.T. saw for the first time in reality how she copulated with Candor and what it was about the kissing mouth, which she looked at curiously and with great interest very close. She felt similarly to Eva that Mia had a beautiful and very erotic body and they both caressed Mia without stopping. More than usual they had to be careful not to overtax the master, he was an old man in spite of the miraculous rejuvenation, his cock had also shrunk a bit and every erection, every outpouring cost him strength, also vitality. But they all felt in love and took care of Mia's rounding belly. Eva and M.T. feared that Mia might ride the old man to shame and satisfied the hormone‐bagged pregnant woman by hand or tongue. Mia's belly soon prevented her from riding. Mia was the only one of them who possessed a rubber penis, which she pulled out with a flushed face and embarrassed silence. This improved her situation, she was copulated with the rubber penis quite firmly in her cunt, the other took care of her clit. M.T. disinfected the thing afterwards and used it with pleasure to let Eva do the riding. She found it a very horny tool, Eva on the other hand never dreamed of using the rubber penis. She now had Candor more often for herself, the two girls took the rubber penis.
Mia came less and less often because Marco was now living with her. The shared apartment had dissolved, Jasmin had gone with his friend to Oxford, where they could both teach. Between Mia and Marco, the friendship developed into a deep relationship that was good for both of them. Marco was not surprised that Candor was the father, after all, she slept with him since she was 15. He slept with her as often as she wanted, gently penetrating her side to side. When she wanted it, he touched her clit and satisfied her with his fingers, she liked that insanely. They both joyfully awaited the child, it was a long and strength‐sapping birth. Mia named her Leonie and visited the master after a week with Marco and Leonie. She smiled shyly at Candor and said the name will remind me of you forever! Candor was very happy about the connection between her and Marco, because the two were also his children and promised Leonie to be good parents.