The miller's voice, whether in protest, or relief, simply came out as a strangled gurgle as Vulkan continued to stand uncaringly on his neck.

Flashing a generous smile the prince turned to his grinning men.

"Tie the stupid old bastard up to yonder gatepost and flog some respect into him," he said, beginning to drag the reluctant teenager off toward the nearby barn, "and then you lot can fuck some happiness into the girl's mother, she looks as if she could sorely use it."

As he spoke the miller's wife began to wail hysterically, her head shaking wildly from side-to-side. The terrified woman suddenly leapt to her feet and ran from man-to-man, imploring each grinning soldier to show her mercy. Her cries suddenly turned to shrieks of horror however, as a pair of laughing troopers began to pull her this way and that between them, ripping her already shoddy dress into long tatters. Exposing her swaying udders and broad, dimpled rump as they suddenly pounced upon her and dragged her howling back into the mill for the first of that afternoon's many fuckings.

The laughing prince closed the barn door behind him and turned to face the girl who stood paralysed. She stared mutely at him, her small fingers clutching at the neck and hem of her baggy peasant smock.

"We will lie over there," he said, indicating a fresh pile of straw in the corner, "take off your dress so that I can see what you have for me."

The girl shook her head slowly from side-to-side and backed up a step.

"Please," she whimpered, "please let me go master." Her voice sounded small in the large barn and the pathetic sound of it brought the first serious twitch of interest from the prince's slowly swelling cock.

The noble smiled coldly at her.

"If you give me any trouble slut," he threatened, his voice once again taking on a brittle, menacing edge, "I'll turn you over to my men for a taste of what your miserable parents are getting."