Castle Busenstien

This story is about Becky a twenty something woman on a tour of Europe. She's a down to earth girl but every bit a babe. I've based her on Denise Richards; athletic, curvy with long dull red hair. She has large expressive eyes and full pouting lips. Her best features are her hips and big wide mouth; her thick long eyelashes give her a come hither look. I hope this story manages to set the scene, but in the end it's up to you if she's the only person to visit castle Busenstien.

The rusted out old car had whined and spluttered for over a 100 miles. The east European Trabant was famous for two reasons. Firstly for been mass produced on a scale Henry ford would be envious of, and secondly for been crap. This Becky had learnt all too soon after parting with her cash. A hundred dollars seemed a bargain for her own transport, after all the buses and local trains were almost non existent. However over a day at 30 miles an hour with little suspension and even less brakes had hammered her folly home. Last night she had slept in the thing and although the summers were warm here in Romania once you got into the mountains it could be still quite chilly.

Becky had started her tour three months earlier. Back packing through the northern European highlights; London, Paris, the Matterhorn, the splendor of Rome. The trip had been a great adventure with Becky getting more world wise and confident as she had gone along. Eastern Europe had also delighted her. Cheaper here, she had traveled through Hungary, along the Danube heading to Romania and the only real wilderness left on this ancient continent. Becky had caught the traveling bug and although she planned to return home at this point the delights of Istanbul and the Turkish beaches called. She had heard wolves still roamed the forest of the infamous Transylvania and a trip across country on her way to the old Byzantine capital would be in keeping with her growing confidence.

So here she was miles from nowhere in her rickety car. The densely wooded hills giving her no idea of direction or perception of distance traveled. The road was becoming almost a dirt track and Becky realized she could have made a wrong turn anywhere in the last 50 miles. Fuel wasn't a problem as this engine would run for ever on a pint of gas; no what worried her more was food and water.

She had only packed for a couple of days and she knew with growing worry that she was already two days in without a sight of anyone. So it was with great relief that as she came to a high sided valley she saw a huddle of buildings below; the high cliffs and tree canopy putting them in shadow even in the afternoon sun. The track ahead split and she decided to take the nerve racking descent towards them. The car had struggled on the flat, now down the steep gradient its brakes gave up and the steering hardly responded. The car was going faster and faster as Becky wrenched the wheel gritting her teeth.

"Shit, ooh fuck aggg!"

There was a sickening thud as metal crumpled a tree branch cracking the windscreen, poor Becky knocking herself cold on the steering wheel.

The villagers found her very quickly. A young blonde boy about 8 years old had been playing soldiers; lying in ambush for his friends when the car had clattered past him. Normally he wouldn't leave his post but what the hell he practiced ambushes every day so he'd hurried to get help. Now he stood watching as the villagers helped her out still very dazed.

Her car had almost made it down and was only a few meters from the village street. She was carried in the arms of a strong moustached man to his shop. Becky sat there head on hands surrounded by sausages and jars of preserved wares, it was a butchers or similar. The villagers crowded in and she felt a little foolish.

"Please there no need I'm fine." She said embarrassed by all the attention and the spectacular entrance she had made.

The people looked concerned. They all appeared pleasant enough mostly young, smiling reassuring her in what sounded like German or some similar dialect.

"Are you alright my dear?" Came a sweet Teutonic voice in English.

In front of her bending down was a beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair like a 50's movie star and deep piercing blue eyes. Her manner was almost aristocratic, high cheek bones, terse lips smiling. She had a basket full of shopping in her hand. Becky smiled back.

"I feel a little dizzy." She admitted; the woman's obvious concern relaxing her.

The stunning blonde in her early thirties was dressed in an all black trouser suit and boots. She looked back down the street. "You're vehicles wrecked, we have no garage here. You'll have to stay the night and I'll send for help in the morning." Becky looked at her puzzled noticing she said I'll.

The woman introduced herself. "My name is Kristen Busenstien. Lady Busenstien actually; my brother is the count. We live on the hill and this is our village."

Twenty minutes later Becky sat along side her new friend in the old luxury Mercedes as it made the tortuous ascent up the other side of the valley. Ahead almost built into the side of the cliff was a large stone building. In fact Becky saw as they neared it was more of a castle than a huge house. The stone was almost black, high walls with long windows, towers with fairy tale pointed roofs.

Becky couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before as she had driven. However, as she tried to get an orientation she realized that only once you entered the valley would you be able to see it; the cliff face masking it from the outside world. The thing wasn't beautiful, more ominous than enchanting. However it certainly looked spectacular and thinking of how cleverly hid it was she had to admire the ingenuity of people who built it.

"The castle is nearly a thousand years old and lay in ruins for centuries, up until the Second World War." Kristen explained, her pale white skin glowing in the shadowy cabin.

"It was used by the SS and still bears some signs of there presence; carved swastikas, bomb shelters etc. My father acquired it soon after they left, along with the village."

Becky stretched; her bosom heaving through her tight olive green t shirt. Kristen smiled not taking her eyes of the road

"Don't worry my dear tonight you can rest in comfort. My brother and I so like to entertain, he'll be delighted."

Ahead an iron gate opened. The railings were shaped into the crooked cross of the Nazi symbol; and Becky shuddered a little. "I don't think I would be comfortable keeping such things." Then she apologized, feeling ungrateful and a little pompous.

Kristen nodded appreciating her opinion then adding. "But the craftsmanship outstanding, wouldn't you agree?"

The car stopped in the high sided courtyard, two large hounds thundering out towards the blonde woman. Kristen snapped an order that made Becky jump, the two dogs instantly heeling, docile and obedient.

"Good job you're here," Becky joked one eye still on the powerful animals. "Yes it is," came the matter of fact reply as Kristen led her inside, the dogs sitting rigid were she had left them.

A young maid took her rucksack and beckoned her to sleeping quarters. "Dinner will be served at 8pm," said Lady Busenstien as she strode off her boots echoing on the hard cold floor.

The castle was a maze of corridors, stairs, and vaulted rooms. All kitted out in elegant furniture, pictures and from time to time medieval armour. Eventually she got to her room. The Lady of the house hadn't been kidding, comfort was the word here. There was a huge bed surrounded by drapes, wardrobes, dressing table, with a small log fire already lit to protect her from the evening chill.

"Wow," she thought falling on the bed, "double wow!" She laid back, kicked off her shoes and fell asleep.

She awoke lazily as if at home, then remembered were she was. The wall clock now said twenty to eight, and the daylight was quickly receding. She washed and carefully made herself presentable. Apart from grundge kit she only had a single black mini dress and sling backs in her pack. So her fashion decisions were made for her, nothing else was appropriate for the occasion.

She admired herself in the mirror. Mousy red hair tied up in a bun showing her long neck, the dress hugging her tits and curved waist. Her firm thighs just showing under the tight mini, long calves taught in her 2 inch heeled shoes.

"Hmm I wonder what the count looks like?" She pondered smoothing the material over her round perfect butt.

She opened her bedroom door and began to head back the way she had come. All the corridors looked the same and though she could see out of the windows into the court yard she was struggling to find a way down. She began to get frustrated and cursed as she went over on her ankle; it had been so long since she'd been out of trainers. As she paused she heard noises to her right. She headed towards them calling out. Then fell silent, the noises making her nervous.

They were not talking, but there was definitely more than one voice making unrecognizable sounds. She found a two foot hole in the corridor stone wall that appeared to look down onto another room. Maybe some type of old flue or ammo port. She crouched down heels tight together firm arse straining her dress; and slowly pushed her head inside to look.

Becky almost cried out, but stopped herself hand over her mouth. Below about 20 feet was a cell like room full of barrels and boxes. She reckoned it was a pantry. Sprawled across a table face down was a girl her hands gripping the wood, a bowl of vegetables already knocked to the floor. She had long black hair and must have only been 16. It was the little maid who had shown her to the room earlier.

Her uniform was hitched up revealing her cute upturned arse and slender back. Behind her was a young man pants down his cock buried up her tight pussy. The maid was groaning and thrashing as he fucked forcefully. The young girl was shaking her head gritting her teeth.

"Uggh, awwwww nien bitte!"

The man snapped orders to her pulling her onto her knees forcing his cock in her mouth. Becky's eyes were wide in horror and fascination. "What was going on, oh my god, I shouldn't be watching. Should I?"

Her mind raced but she did not pull back." Oh he's going to come in her mouth, ooh, oohh!"

Becky blushed hand on her mouth as he spurted; the young girl moaning as spunk frothed from her lips. The man slapped his cock across her face the strands zig zagging her young mouth and chin as he grunted in satisfaction.

Becky suddenly felt very obvious peering down and shot back upright out of the shaft, panting in excitement and worry. She stood and steadied herself feeling flush and a little light headed.

"Just forget about it, it's none of your business. "She told herself silently.

The stairs echoed to her heels as she hurried down and along the corridors, she just wanted to leave now. Should she just go," yes why not?" As she ran around a corner she gave a yelp as she fell into some ones arms. To her horror she recognized him as the man she'd just been watching.

"Ahh Frauline Becky I believe, you look upset? Allow me to introduce myself I'm Count Busenstien. You can call me Hans."

Becky sheepishly smiled back at the good looking young man, his blonde hair a mess, face still red from excursion. She felt she was blushing terribly, her body inches from what she knew was a fat hairless spent cock.

"I, I, I'm lost." She stammered like a naughty schoolgirl caught where she shouldn't be.

The count smiled and presented his hand. "Then I shall be honored to lead."

She had no choice but to take his arm and be led to dinning hall where his sister was waiting. The three of them sat sampling fine wine and excellent cuisine. Kristen now in a long flowing black dress the plunging neckline showing her porcelain white large bust. Becky slowly became more relaxed, the maid she had seen been taken so forcefully was from time to time bringing trays, bowing acting as nothing had happened.

Becky thoughts slowly waned from thinking the count was a monster to actually finding him very charming. Her mind heard the woman groaning over and over and she felt slowly aroused. Maybe the young girl liked it that way, her master taking her roughly. As she admired the counts firm torso and chiseled features she had to admit, he was very handsome and from what she'd seen certainly all man.

As she began to flirt with Hans, he told her about their life here. Tourism was the key, select adventure trips, highly profitable. Becky had never heard of them.

"No probably not," He replied. "As I explained there're very selective, we only want certain types here."

Becky frowned, "Certain types?"

He continued. "Yes, no blacks or Orientals etc just Aryan, young healthy."

She nearly coughed up her wine. "What? You're not serious that's outrageous."

Becky felt she was had just landed back in the dark ages. "What kind of attitude is that?"

Hans leaned back in his chair. "This village is mostly full of young attractive people, didn't you notice. People who we invite here rarely leave, they choose to stay and be part of our little world."

Becky was getting annoyed. Her grandfather had battled and died in France 44; fighting against these beliefs.

"The SS never left this place did they?" She spat getting up from her seat. "No they just passed it down the generations."

Kristen stood up placing a reassuring hand on the irate girl. "Please my brother is an oaf, I apologize for his remarks. Yes we are selective but only to keep our community how we like it. Please relax lets sit a while by the fire. My brother will excuse himself." And with that she shot him a hard stare.

"Of course, my apologies," he said acknowledging his sister. "I'm a dreadful bore. I will retire for the evening, please forgive me." And then he stood and gave a snap of his heels and bowed. Becky nodded back still unhappy, not appreciating his militaristic farewell.

The two women moved to sit by the large ornate fire drinking wine. The young woman felt far more at ease with his sister, and they laughed as Becky told tales of her adventures. The wine flowed and she began to feel warm and content. There was something about this tall German woman that Becky was envious of. She was so perfect, flawless skin, straight chiseled nose and cheekbones, her figure hourglass, hips bulging in her expensive black frock.

Becky felt the woman's eyes on her body and a glint in her eye as they talked. Was this woman flirting with her? She never gave her any indication she was that way. In fact she'd never even considered it. But now slightly drunk, thousands of miles away from home she felt less repressed. She quickly pushed the idea to the back of her mind.

"Tell me more about the people you invite." She asked, distracting her own thoughts.

Kristen was silent for a moment then answered in a whisper. "Darling, I don't think that's a good idea."

Becky raised her hand slightly slurring her words. "I was out of order earlier with your brother please I'd like to know."

Kristen gave a smile and began, curling her legs up on the sofa drink in hand boson almost spewing from the top of her dress. "Well we arrange for honeymoon couples, single adventurous types etc to stay here in the castle." She took a sip. "And if we like them we convince them to stay."

Becky laughed. "Arrange, convince, it sounds more like kidnap."

Kristen smiled her eyes lingering on Becky's curves. "Did anyone look like they were kidnapped when you were in the village today?"

She had to admit they all looked very content.

Kristen fixed her with her ice blue eyes. "We'd like to try to convince you. You're beautiful, sooo curvaceous."

Becky gulped. "Oh my god, she is hitting on me!"

The blonde bombshell pulled a large book from under the seats and snuggled up to Becky.

"What's this?" Becky asked trying to change the conversation.

Kristen stroked the side of her cheek. "Please," Becky said trying to edge away, "you're lovely and all that but I'm not into women!"

Kristen opened the book and Becky gave a gasp, then a giggle. The old pages were full of drawings; each page had five or six. The pictures were beautifully crafted, but obscene in content. Women bound, men bound, performing all sorts of sordid acts.

Kristen pointed out a number of women together, fat asses, large aroused nipples, lust in their eyes. Becky couldn't take her eyes from them.

"Please I don't..." The words failed her as she gazed at the pictures.

"Don't want to look?" Added Kristen; her fingernails caressing the outline of one heavenly drawn body. "Turn away then." She teased.

But Becky couldn't. She felt Kristen's slim fingers hooking around her waist as she pulled closer her bust pressing against Becky's arm.

"The Nazi's researched all sorts of ways to win the war. One was mind control, this books drawings are mathematically designed to arouse and create a sexual frustration in its reader." She said this almost proudly. "This is a mere toy really; however very effective."

Becky was feeling hot now, her chest heaving the smell of the woman close almost hypnotic. "Please let me convince you to stay," She said taking the book from Becky's trembling lap, then slipping her own dress from her shoulders. Becky gave a little whine as the woman's two hard melons pointing out towards the confused girl. She moved her hand up to Becky's trembling neck pulling her head down onto her breasts.

"Now my dear I want you to lick my nipples!"

Becky didn't resist she was heady with lust, her pink full lipped mouth caressed then covered the woman's tit ends.

"Ooohh ja, good girl slowly that's it mmmmmn!"

The woman lifted her own tits, raising them like in a wonder bra pushing the nipples together so Becky could almost take both in her wide mouth at the same time.

"Ooh ja, slowly ugghh!"

Becky slavered, licking hard back and forth her hands on Kristen's small waist, the temptress jutting her mounds forward to fill the eager woman's mouth. "Slurp, mnngg suck, suck!"

Becky felt her dress been pulled up over her head and she gave a slight moan of embarrassment as the woman hands cupped and then kneaded her own big hard tits. Then it was her turn to be tasted. She felt feint the stunning blondes mouth on one then the other nipple. "Hmmm slurp mmm."

The feeling was electric her groin was tightening the soft flesh of the woman's lips more gentle than any mans she had ever felt. She groaned arching her back one hand on her face in a demonstration of embarrassment. "No Kristen, oohh please stop ugh, aww!" Her nipples were hard, stiff to the touch, and she cupped one of the blondes fat mounds the nipple pressing hard and proud in her palm.

The woman had her hands inside Becky's knicker strap tugging them over her hips. She didn't resist just closed her eyes as she felt her thighs been gently pushed apart. Pulling her down the chair Kristen was kneeling between her legs. Becky's thighs wide, her heels on tip toe lifting her pelvis. She brazenly groaned in delight as the woman's tongue circled her hole then entered, finger pressing, flicking her clit.

She gripped the blonde's hair with all her might, "Ohhhh you dirty bitch, ugghh ooohhh!"

The woman pulled her further down till she was on her back pushing Becky's leg back either side off her head till her heels pressed on her shoulders. "Agggggg!"

Her pussy was crushed against her perfect tits giving her a grandstand view of Kristen licking from the top of her vulva down across her tender flesh to her pink anus. Long slow licks her eyes gazing into the amazed girls face.

"Uggghgh, oh, ooh, god, urrrr!" She was rimming her arse putting pressure on it, Becky's eyes wide." Oooooooo!" Then back to her slit to nip and suck her clit.