The Jewess and the Boyar’s Daughter
By
Cindy May
An Aaronov Dynasty Story
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Copyright 2011 Cindy May
When the “Conscription” arrives in the small town in Western Russian in which Rachael Aaronova lives with her brother and two sisters, the young Jewish girl must sacrifice everything or see her brother taken for a life of military servitude. In “The Jewess and the Boyar’s Daughter”, Cindy May recaptures the harsh and cynical world of 1840s Czarist Russia as Rachael seeks the help of the local nobleman or Boyar to save her brother.
“The Jewess and the Boyar’s Daughter” is the opening novel in “The Aaronov Dynasty” which will trace the rise from rags to riches of the Aaronov clan in the heady days when America movcd from the fringe of the civilised world to hold center stage.
As with Cindy May’s other novels, the story is a mixture of adventure, passion, betrayal, explosive sex and the love of individuals from disparate backgrounds who are thrown together by forces beyond their control.
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Rachael unfastened her sarafan and saw the Boyar’s outstretched hand. Clearly she had to give it to him. She felt humiliated and ashamed to be standing in her blouse, and handing her sarafan or dress to a stranger. Her slender legs were now on view to the Boyar who was looking at them with undisguised interest. She felt utterly miserable and ashamed.
‘Go on, devochka.’
Rachael stared at Semyon Mikhailovich open mouthed.
‘The blouse, you fool.’
‘But I, but I…’
Rachael looked at the expression of annoyance on Semyon Mikhailovich’s face. She removed her blouse and handed it to him, standing naked before His Excellency. She knew her face was scarlet with shame, but if the price for what she needed so desperately was to stand naked before the Boyar, then that is what it had to be.
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As she looked up river, her tears dropped into the cold dark waters of the Seimena. When her belly swelled and her condition became obvious, the Jewish community would ostracise her. She would bring shame on her sisters. She stared at the water flowing beneath the bridge. In the past it had always seemed sinister. The water seemed less frightening now, as it welcomed her tears.
******
‘Shut up and spread your legs, devochka.’
Larissa realised that the abortionist intended to give her a fuck before he aborted her baby. Sullenly she opened her legs whilst Rabinovich climbed between them and parted her pussy with his fingers. She still had traces of cum from Semyon Mikhailovich and Pyotr Fokin in her, and he patted her cunt lips.
‘I can see you’ve been a busy girl this morning.’
She nodded resentfully as he slid his cock into her. Soon he was rutting back and forward, his cock making squelching noises due to the amount of cum already in her.
******
The man who was in Sima grunted.
‘Hold her boys.’
To Rosa’s horror two of the men knelt down and held her sister forcefully. The soldier drew back and slammed forward, but with the girl’s body rigidly held so that there was no way to dissipate the force, the whole of the thrust was expended on her battered hymen.
Sima shrieked at the top of her voice, as the cock smashed into her hymen and ruptured it. The soldier laughed.
‘God, that was a tough one, but she’s opened up now. You’ll enjoy her boys.’
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An Aaronov Dynasty Story
The Jewess and the Boyar’s Daughter
By
Cindy May
Chapter 1
Vikovishk, Russia 1845
Rachael Aaronova stood before Semyon Mikhailovich Godunov, her hands clasped in supplication. Having attended the Jewish school in Vikovishk in the Jewish Pale of Western Russia, her first tongue was Yiddish, but when addressing a Russian official, especially if you wanted a favour, you needed some ability to speak in Russian.
‘Excellency, I beg you, please, please help me.’
Semyon Mikhailovich was a senior local official in the town. Until the third partition of Poland in 1795, Vikovishk had been a part of the dual Polish-Lithuanian Kingdom, but had then passed to Prussia. In 1807 it became a part of the puppet Great Dukedom of Warsaw set up by Napoleon, but with the victory of Czar Alexander over Napoleon, had became Russian territory.
Godunov, who was one of the lower ranks of Boyars in the complex “Table of Ranks” introduced by Peter the Great in 1722, was not entitled to the title ‘Your Excellency’ but should be called ‘Your Nobleness’, but it made sense for a Jewess who was seeking a favour to be extra polite.
An imposing Jewish synagogue had existed in the town since 1545 to cater to the needs of the large Jewish community that lived there, and of which she was a part. Of the 5,500 people in the town, over 80% were Jewish. Naturally the imperial officials were Russian, and had only arrived in the town after the Russian occupation.
Godunov looked at the dark haired Jewish girl coldly.
‘Why should I help you, Devochka – Girl?’
‘Because, because if not, it will be terrible.’
‘What you ask is running a great risk for me. What can you do in return, devochka?’
‘We are poor. I have nothing to give, Excellency.’
Semyon Mikhailovich looked at the girl. From the story that had poured out of her lips, she was clearly desperate. Her father, Moisey Aaronov, was a minor merchant, but after his wife had died when he was on business in Leipzig, had married a German Jewess and had settled in Germany.
The father allowed Rachael and her two sisters to live in his house in Vikovishk, and at first had sent money to support the girls and their younger brother, but with new children from the second family to care for, that had now ceased. Godunov knew that the three girls barely scraped a living as seamstresses.
Rachael was undoubtedly a talented dressmaker, and it had been through working on a dress for Godunov’s daughter, Olga, that Aaronova had first visited the Godunov household. It was obvious how poor she was, and it was equally clear that she was desperate for his help, and he could understand why.
He studied her intently for several seconds, bringing a flush to her face, as she was not used to such a prolonged stare from a man. She was a pretty little thing, about 23 years of age, but still unmarried. Semyon Mikhailovich made up his mind. Her comment that she had nothing to give was not true. There was something she had that she could easily give.
‘I think I can help you devochka, but you will have to be sensible if you are to have my help.’
‘Of course, Excellency.’
‘Take off your cape, devochka.’
‘I’m sorry?’
‘Your cape, take your cape off you fool.’
Rachael stood before the Boyar looking confused.
‘Your cape, take it off, or get out of my sight.’
‘Da, Da, Your Excellency.’
Rachael hurriedly removed her cape, holding it over her arm, and revealing her white blouse, her sarafan or dress, and her apron. Being a seamstress, she was better dressed that most women of her class, and as many of her customers would be from the small Russian community in Vikovishk, she had adopted Russian clothing. Removing her cape had also revealed her copper tresses, which were bound up tightly.
‘Undo your hair, devochka.’
‘Undo my hair?’
‘Now!’
Rachael hurriedly undid her hair, although why the Boyar should wish her to do such a strange thing was beyond her. He stood up from the desk he had been sitting at and walked round, standing behind her. Suddenly she trembled as she felt his hand running through her hair.
‘You have pretty hair, devochka.’
Rachael did not know what to say, as it was not proper to have your hair loosened before a Gentile and for him to admire it. As she was confused, she remained silent.
‘Give me the cape, devochka.’
Mutely, Rachael handed the Boyar her cape. He threw it on a chair.
‘Take off your apron, devochka.’
Rachael was frightened. It was not right to remove her cape or loosen her hair in front of a Gentile, but to take off her apron as well? She stood there. The Boyar grabbed her shoulders.
‘The apron devochka, now.’
Rachael hurriedly did as she was told, Semyon Mikhailovich seizing it from her. She stood there, her heart beating as the Boyar walked round in front of her.
‘Well, get on with it, devochka.’
‘With what, Excellency?’
‘Your sarafan, devochka, get your sarafan off you fool.’
Rachael blushed crimson.
‘I couldn’t.’
‘Then get out of my sight, you idiot.’
Rachael realised that if she was to receive the help she needed, she had to take off her sarafan. Fortunately her blouse was quite long, but the thought that most of her legs would be on show to a strange man was horrifying.
‘Da, Da, as Your Excellency says.’
Rachael unfastened her sarafan and saw the Boyar’s outstretched hand. Clearly she had to give it to him. She felt humiliated and ashamed to be standing in her blouse, and handing her sarafan or dress to a stranger. Her slender legs were now on view to the Boyar who was looking at them with undisguised interest. She felt utterly miserable and ashamed.
‘Go on, devochka.’
Rachael stared at Semyon Mikhailovich open mouthed.
‘What?’
‘The blouse, you fool.’
‘But I, but I…’
Rachael looked at the expression of annoyance on Semyon Mikhailovich’s face. She removed her blouse and handed it to him, standing naked before His Excellency. She knew her face was scarlet with shame, but if the price for what she needed so desperately was to stand naked before the Boyar, then that is what it had to be.
She could see his eyes roaming over ever part of her body, exploring her face, her bosom and dwelling on her auburn pussy hair. She felt the Boyar’s hands on the shoulders and trembled. He barked at her.
‘Stop being stupid girl. I’m not sending you to the knout.’
A Boyar such as Semyon Mikhailovich could condemn any peasant, male or female, to be stretched on a frame and then whipped with the knout, a vicious weighted whip that tore the flesh off the body, and if the great knout was used rather than the regular knout, could inflict the deathblow.
His Excellency’s hands slid down from her shoulders to her soft breasts and squeezed them appreciatively. That was unexpected, as Rachael had shut her eyes ever since the Boyar had first started to explore her naked body with his eyes. She trembled again.
Rachael felt His Excellency pushing her backwards and then stopped as she backed against the sofa. The Boyar continued to push her causing Rachael to sit down suddenly. His hands continued to push against her breasts forcing her upper torso backwards until she was lying on the sofa, her legs over the edge.
To her relief the hands were taken away from her breasts. Although her eyes were still tight shut, Rachael was sure that the Boyar was exploring her naked body draped on the couch.
‘Part your legs, devochka.’
Rachael jerked her eyes open to find that Semyon Mikhailovich had hastily disrobed and was standing in front of her. Rachael had been brought up by strictly Orthodox Jewish parents, and as soon as she could speak, had been taught to recite the Shemang, the precious first article of faith, ‘Hear, O Israel, the Lord God is one Lord.’
Rachael knew that when she married she had a God-ordained duty to submit to her husband in what he would do to her, and to think otherwise was to incur the wrath of the Lord. She also knew that to be naked in front of a man she was not married to was harlotry, and that it was double harlotry that the man was a Gentile. Rachael kept her legs tightly together.
Semyon Mikhailovich hissed at her.
‘Your legs, part them, devochka.’
Rachael shook her head.
‘Niet, Niet, please, Excellency.’
‘You know what will happen if you do not.’
Rachael stared at him horror struck.
‘Please, Excellency.’
Semyon Mikhailovich raised his right hand and slapped her face.
‘Do as I say. If not….’
Rachael realised she had no choice. Resentfully she parted her legs.
‘Wider.’
She spread her legs further, her face crimson, as only a harlot would lie like that in front of a strange man. Semyon Mikhailovich knelt between her parted legs. His ‘thing’, and she did not know the Russian word for penis or shmok as it was sometimes crudely referred to in the Jewish community, was much bigger than it had been when she had first opened her eyes.
She stared at it, as he was stroking it with his right hand. The Boyar shuffled forward on his knees, so that his thighs were touching her parted thighs and raised his shmok with his hand. It was pointing dortn, or down there as she thought of her pussy. Although she knew that some men would refer to it as a girl’s knish, she shuddered at such a crudity.
Rachael stared at him with shock and horror. She realised that what should only be done to her by her husband when she married was about to happen with a Gentile and there was nothing she could do. Rather than see what was about to happen she closed her eyes tightly.
Rachael felt his left hand touch the soft lips of her pussy and ease them open. She knew her face was even redder now that before, if that were possible, and her heart was beating furiously. She prayed hastily that the Lord should stop this terrible thing.
She felt the rounded helmet of his penis touch her vagina and shuddered. A moment later, the helmet slid into her slit. She could feel the friction between it and the soft flesh of her knish.
As Semyon Mikhailovich slid into the Jewish girl, his cock came to a sudden stop. He realised that he had come up against the girl’s unruptured hymen. He grunted.
‘A virgin! By God, she’s still a fucking virgin.’
From the moment the Jewess had come to his house begging his assistance, Semyon Mikhailovich had known that her only hope of getting what she wanted was through his assistance. That in turn meant that she would have to do whatever he required, but it had not occurred to him for a moment that the woman would still be a virgin. That was an unexpected pleasure.
He drew back and slammed his cock forward, pushing her body up the couch and eliciting a cry of pain and surprise.
‘Owww. It hurts.’
He thought, “of course it hurts, you stupid bitch.” He slammed into her again, driving her body up the couch, causing a sharper and a more pronounced scream.
‘Niet, Niet, please, it hurts.’
‘Shut up, you fool. It will hurt for a moment until I’m properly inside you.’
‘Niet, Niet, please, Niet.’
‘Be quiet, devochka.’
Semyon slammed forward with the most vicious thrust yet and felt the delicate skin of her hymen starting to give.
He grunted.
‘Nearly there.’
The girl was now sobbing, her sobs punctuated by screams that coincided with each thrust. Ah, there it was! He felt the flesh surrender and his cock slide all the way into her.
‘There, it’s done. No more pain now, devochka, just pleasure for both of us.’
Rachael realised that the pain had ended as the Boyar’s cock had burst through her hymen, deflowering her and had penetrated her to its full depth, but she certainly felt no pleasure. She sensed him pull back and wondered if it was all done. Instead he rammed forward again, his balls slapping against her crotch.
He built up the pace rhythmically slamming in and out of her. To her surprise there seemed to be much more fluid lubricating their movements now, and the Boyar must have noticed this as well.
‘I can see you like it too, devochka, by the way you’re lubricating up.’
Rachael did not like it, because it was wrong, but biological responses were not to be denied.
‘Niet, Niet, Niet.’
Suddenly she felt Semyon Mikhailovich’s cock starting to pulse and hot fluid spurting from his cock. He grunted with pleasure.
‘Da, Da, that’s it. A good one, by God.’
The Boyar slowed down and pulled his cock out of her with a plop. Rachael, her eyes tight shut, did not see him eying her abused cunt with relish. She did not see him looking at the mixture of his and her secretions and the blood from her ruptured hymen that was seeping out of her pussy. Instead she lay on the couch sobbing in shame.
She felt Semyon Mikhailovich start to climb to his feet, but to her surprise, she felt his body straddling her chest.
‘Open your mouth, devochka.’
As he spoke she felt the helmet of his cock pressing against her lips. Rachael jerked her eyes open and realised that his cock was now brushing her lips.
‘Open you mouth, devochka.’
‘Niet.’
As she spoke she felt his cock pressing against her lips.
‘You know what will happen if not.’
Rachael knew what would happen, and realised it was one more torment for her to endure. She opened her lips and to her horror, Semyon Mikhailovich slid his cock between her lips. She could taste the bitter-saltiness of blood and other tastes she did not know, but supposed they were a mixture of the secretions she had produced and what His Excellency had emptied into her.
‘Suck it, Devochka.’
Reluctantly Rachael started sucking Semyon Mikhailovich’s cock.
‘Da, Da, that’s it, keep on like that, and everything will be all right devochka.’
Rachael continued her ministrations to the Boyar’s cock, and felt him stroking her hair.
‘You’re a good girl. Keep on.’
A couple of minutes later she felt his cock twitch and a discharge of liquid from his cock. She froze in shock. The swine had just pissed in her mouth. Semyon Mikhailovich must have sensed what was passing through her mind.
‘Relax, devochka, it isn’t piss. I just came again. Now swallow it all.’
With a mouth full of fluid, making breathing difficult, Rachael had little choice but to comply, and swallowed the Boyar’s cum. He pulled out of her mouth, and smiled down at her.
‘For a first time, devochka, you’re good.’
Rachael stared back at him but with no answering smile.
‘Devochka, everything will be all right. Bring Samuel with you to the back door of the house at ten o clock this evening. I don’t want any of the servants to know about this, so make sure you are on time, and I will let you in myself.’
Rachael stared at him.
‘It’s all right. You really will help Samuel?’
Semyon Mikhailovich ruffled her auburn locks.
‘Da, Da, I’ll help you devochka.’
‘Spaseba, thank you, Your Excellency.’
‘Get dressed and run along now girl.’
Rachael donned her blouse, sarafan and colourful apron and as she finished dressing, the Boyar said conversationally.
‘You will be staying all night devochka.’
Rachael stared at him. Did that mean he wanted more of what he had done to her? The Boyar must have read her mind.
‘Da, girl, we will put that nice little cunt and wet mouth to good use tonight.’
Rachael felt blood rush to her face.
Chapter 2
Olga Semyonovna Godunova was black haired and with dark eyes. In the sunless climate of Poland-Lithuania over much of the year, her complexion was a flawless snowy white, and with her full red lips she would have made a perfect model for the character from Grimm’s Fairy Tale.
Like ‘Snow White’ her mama had died, but papa had not remarried so there was no wicked stepmother to worry about. Olga was strikingly pretty and knew it. At balls when the family were in St Petersburg, she was much in demand as a dancing partner.
Unlike most Russian girls, whether peasant, or of Boyar rank, Olga was bold with challenging black eyes. Many of the young men she had met at court receptions in St Petersburg were intimidated by her.
This did not bother Olga in the least as she preferred girls to men. She had been a lesbian ever since her mother had died and a governess had introduced her to the pleasures of same sex encounters. A woman knew better how to attend to a woman that any clumsy man did.
A woman was now attending to her needs, the woman being her maid, Larissa Kazakova. Larissa had entered her service six weeks previously and at that time had been a typical country girl. She undoubtedly knew about what goats, cows and horses did in the Mir or village community in which she lived.
Larissa, who was eighteen, and therefore of marriageable age, had come from a large family, and from odd remarks she had made, Olga had an idea that there were deep feuds within the family with some of the sisters-in-law. Family relations had been strained and when the opportunity came for Larissa to earn outside the Mir arose, it was seized upon.
Larissa had been indentured as a servant, and had arrived with her peasant manners at the Godunov mansion on the outskirts of Vikovishk. Training her to be a servant in a boyar’s house was a big task.
Olga’s previous maid had been excellent in bed, perhaps too good, as the girl not merely provided lesbian services to her mistress whenever required, but was quite willing to provide sexual favours for a suitable consideration to anyone else. To some extent, her freelance activities were condoned, but when she was found in the master’s bed having sex with a local merchant, a line had to be drawn.
Olga was lying on her back on her bed. She was naked and Larissa’s mouth was firmly clamped on her pussy, her tongue seeking out the sexy boyaryshnya’s pearl at the top of her pussy slit. Larissa knew that her mistress particularly liked it when she paid attention to the pearl.
Two or three beatings had convinced Larissa of the wisdom of ensuring that the boyaryshnya gained pleasure from their lesbian encounters, but Larissa herself could never recall any pleasure from her trysts with her mistress.
Larissa had learned about sex from one of her contemporaries in the Mir, a healthy ruddy face young giant called Andrei who had taken her virginity one night when the harvest celebrations were in full swing and no one noticed the couple sneaking off to the fields.
Although Larissa was aware that Andrei was no more in love with her than she was with him, they were both young and healthy and Andrei had a nice big cock and from what other girls had said, knew what to do with it. They were right, and Larissa was broken in handsomely.
Life in the Mir was so hard that there was little room for such silly sentiment as love, and a girl was more interested in a man who would provide for her, and he in a woman who would bear his children and do her share of the work in the household. Larissa hoped something might come from their coupling, but Andrei showed no further interest in her.
None of the babushkas, or grannies, who acted as village marriage brokers, took any action to find her a husband. Resentment that she had been fucked and forgotten had heightened Larissa’s resentment at the way she was being treated in the crowded homestead in which she lived. Consequently she was ripe to be indentured as a servant. She might even meet a nice butler, coachman or domestic to marry.
Larissa ran her hands up and down the soft flesh of her mistresses’ thighs, and then brought her thumbs together at the base of Olga’s slit. She slid one and then a second thumb inside her mistress, and started to pull them apart.
‘Urrr, urrr.’
Larissa listened to her mistress. The grunts suggested that the selfish bitch liked it. That was good. She moved the upper portions of her thumbs, which a doctor would call her phalanges, outwards, keeping the rest of her thumbs parallel. That elicited a scream of pleasure from the bitch.
She moved her fingers round in the sodden mess that was his mistresses’ pussy.
‘Ohh, Ohh, Ohh.’
Larissa continued to flick her tongue over the little bud at the top of Olga’s slit, until Olga gasped.
‘Enough enough.’
Larissa complied, dressed and left her mistress. Quarter of an hour later, one of the male serfs told her that she was to report to the boyar himself. Semyon Mikhailovich was in his late fifties, and as with many men of that age, was putting on weight. A sedentary life, with the hard work done by his serfs eliminated the need for much exercise.
Larissa did not find him attractive, but no girl from the Mir based her conduct on whether she found the boyar attractive or not. Semyon Mikhailovich was sitting in his armchair. He looked her up and down.
‘Come here girl.’
She walked over to stand before him as directed. He lifted his left hand and stroked her thigh, and then moulded it and squeezed it.
‘Nice well toned calves girl. It must be all that work in the Mir when you were younger.’
‘Yes, Excellency.’
She felt him kneading her buttocks.
‘Nice round buttocks. I imagine you’re a good fuck, Larissa.’
A village girl was not supposed to be shocked by anything like that, and Larissa was not shocked.
‘Yes, Excellency.’
She felt Semyon Mikhailovich place his right hand on her other thigh and start to lift her dress up, bunching the material to lift it higher. The hem of her sarafan was soon above her knees and half way up her thighs. The boyar slipped his hands underneath the material and raised the dress until it was around her waist.
‘Hold your skirts up, devochka.’
Larissa was a serf, and if a boyar told a serf to hold her skirt up, she held it up. With his hands free, Semyon Mikhailovich could fiddle with his trousers and a few seconds later, his trousers were pushed down out of the way and his cock was standing up. Larissa looked at it. He was not as well endowed as Andrei, but for a fifty-year-old man, it was not bad.
‘Sit on it girl.’
Larissa knew that she was supposed to lower her pussy on to the boyar’s cock. If the boyar told a serf girl to do that, then she did it. Larissa fed the cock into her pussy. Although Olga had made not the least effort to sate her sexual desires, Larissa could not help becoming aroused as she had pleasured her mistress a few minutes previously, so her pussy was soaking wet.
As a result, Semyon Mikhailovich slid into the girl’s sodden pussy easily. Larissa knew that in the position they were in, with the boyar sitting down, it was up to her to do the work, and she bounced down energetically on her employer for the next three or four minutes.
To judge by his breathing he was getting close and suddenly his cock spasmed and she could feel sperm jetting into her pussy. She gasped with pleasure as a fuck like that was a hell of a sight more fun that licking out the boyar’s bloody daughter.
‘You’re a good fuck, devochka.’
‘Thank you Excellency.’
‘I have decided on some changes, devochka.’
‘Yes Excellency.’
Larissa looked at the boyar. Often the boyar fucked the servant wench whenever he wanted, and she didn’t get a single kopek extra which was unfair considering the girl ran all the risks of getting pregnant. Sometimes, if you were a particularly good fuck, then the boyar might set you up in a love nest. Financially you were better off and you avoided the drudgery of routine household chores.
‘There is an empty cottage on the estate, Larissa. Would you like it?’
Larissa nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The payment for such luxury was sufficiently clear that neither of them needed to go into details.
‘You will move in today. I go out riding every morning around nine, and I shall expect you to be there.’
‘Yes, Excellency.’
She thought for a moment.
‘Excellency, what of the boyaryshnya? What am I to tell her?’
Semyon Mikhailovich shook his head.
‘I shall tell her that I have sent you away. Now, devochka, go down on me.’
Larissa climbed off the boyar’s lap and crouched between his legs. She took his cock, which was coated with her own juices, into her mouth and ran her tongue over the head. Semyon Mikhailovich pushed her head further down on to his cock until she started to gag. She bobbed her head up and down, cleaning her own juices and the residue of his cum from his cock.
To her surprise, his cock started to get hard again quite quickly. That was a relief as it was a lot easier if the man you had to pleasure had a good cock with plenty of stamina. The only fifty-year-old cock Larissa had needed to suck before had belonged to her papa, and from when she was ten she had been expected to service him.
If he had fucked her mama or one of her sisters not all that long before, it could be quite a struggle to get him hard, and as with all men, papa blamed the girl for his own shortcomings. From the way Semyon Mikhailovich had already gotten hard, that was not likely to be a problem.
Sure enough she felt the first of three jets of cum in her mouth a few moments later. She swallowed it all down as a well-trained serf girl should, and then went on licking his cock for at least a minute. Finally she released his cock lest she make him too tender. He looked down at her.
‘You’re a good girl, Larissa.’
‘Thank you, Excellency.’
Although Larissa assumed that her transfer from being a plaything for the boyar’s daughter to being a plaything for the boyar was solely due to his desire for her pussy, there were other reasons, most notably Rachael’s visit and the need to make some new arrangements.
Chapter 3
Samuel Aaronov returned home from school later that day to find his three sisters in tears.
‘What’s the matter?’
Sima, the youngest of the three girls replied.
‘The Conscription. Leonid Aleksandrovich of the Police came to see us this morning and told Rachael that your name is on the List of the Conscript, and that everyone will be rounded up tonight.’
As he heard that, Samuel felt his blood run cold. Prior to 1827, Jews had not served in the Russian army, but had instead been subject to a double tax. In that year, Nicholas I decreed new regulations. Although Jews were unwelcome citizens of the empire of the Czar, a disproportionate number of them now ended up as conscripts of the Czar. Single or married a conscript served for twenty-five years with no home leave during that entire period.
With the brutal discipline that maimed or killed thousands for the most trivial offences, and the hazards of disease or battle, few survived their twenty-five years, and when released would be resettled far from their homes. Departure of a conscript meant that they were to all intents and purposes dead to their families.
With no hope of marriage, their only release from celibacy was in the arms of the legion of prostitutes that flocked around every barracks. Inevitably most of the women, who had as little hope as the men they serviced, were diseased, spreading their contagion to the troops, adding a further quotient of human wreckage to the toll that the conscription caused.
On his way home from school, Samuel had noticed that the streets had been teeming with Cossacks, and had wondered why. He realised now that Vikovishk would be surrounded by troops, so that escape would be impossible. If when the police came for him, which would be around midnight, he was not there, the house would be ransacked, every possible hiding place being investigated.
There was no point in seeking sanctuary with a neighbour or with relatives, as the police, aided by informers, would know the families they were friendly with, and their homes would be ruthlessly searched as well. Article 87 of the Czar’s decree provided.
‘Whoever discloses the names of those who hide a Jew escaping the Conscription, shall receive a reward in the sum of one hundred rubles from the treasury.’
One hundred rubles represented two years income for many peasants, so there was no shortage of informers ready to profit from someone else’s misfortune. Least trustworthy of all were the Elders in the community. Article 24 of the 1827 decree provided
‘The responsibility for fulfilling the military obligations falls upon the Jewish Communities themselves.’
Jews selected the boys and youths, aged between 12 and 25 who were condemned to the conscript. Perhaps not surprisingly, the burden seldom fell on the shoulders of the sons of the Elders. Samuel knew that in a few hours time, the streets would be ringing with the lamentations of mothers for their sons, and of wives for the husbands that would be plucked from them, never to be seen again.
He now understood why his three sisters were in tears. His life, hard though it was, was about to end. It was to be replaced by the living hell of being a conscript, subject to bullying from other senior conscripts, being baited as a Jew, mindless brutality from the sergeants and officers, disease, and death in any one of a hundred ways that might be the least of his torments.
He collapsed in the chair, shattered at his fate, but felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. To his surprise, Rachael was smiling at him softly, although what she had to smile about was hard to imagine.
His mother died when he was six years old, and Rachael, barely eleven herself, had become ‘mother’ to her two younger sisters and to Samuel. With their father away much of the time in Germany, Rachael had to look after the family home, and he remembered her tender care when he was unhappy and distraught.
She was a perfect sister, gentle and thoughtful and her touch and smile reassured him. It was hard to imagine what Rachael could do, for the family were poor and without influence, but somehow he knew that his sister would protect him from trouble.
‘Samuel, it is going to be all right. You remember that I did some dressmaking for Semyon Mikhailovich’s daughter?’
Samuel nodded.
‘I went to see His Excellency, and he will shelter you, and has arranged to get you out of Russia. The Cossacks will never suspect that you will be hiding there, and they would not dare to search a Boyar’s home.’
After the death sentence of the Conscription, the news was unbelievable that a Gentile would hold out the hand of friendship to a Jew. Samuel knew that such kindness was unheard of, and posed severe risks, as anyone found helping a fugitive would be severely punished. He could not believe his luck that Rachael had found such a kind and good Gentile.
‘We have nothing of value to offer him, yet this kind and good man offers me, a Jew, sanctuary.’
Rachael gave a curious smile.
‘No, we have nothing of value to offer him, but he will give you sanctuary.’
Rachael did not feel like telling her two sisters or her brother of the down payment she had made, or of the further payment she would be making that night for her brother’s life. A desire to spare them the knowledge of just how high the price for Samuel’s freedom had been, and of her own shame at what she had done, had dictated that course.
The meal that evening was a sombre affair, for whether the plan was successful or not, Samuel would never see his three sisters again. Before he left, Rosa and Sima both hugged and kissed him for the last time. Rather than wearing male clothing, which would mean that he would be stopped by the Cossacks, Rachael had dressed Samuel in a set of Rosa’s clothes as she was the tallest of the three girls, and closest in size to Samuel.
The two women made their way through the dark streets, being challenged once or twice by Cossack bands, but allowed to go when it was clear it was just two women. As young women out at that time of night usually had but one purpose in mind, they received a few propositions from the Cossacks.
Rachael parried them by saying she and her sister were attending to the needs of a government official. That was something that the licentious soldiery understood, and that it was not wise to interfere with women who belonged to a high official.
The biggest worry was at the wooden bridge over the Seimena River, for as Rachael had feared, a guard picket had been posted there to stop conscripts trying to escape. The sergeant looked at Rachael.
‘Where are you going devochki – girls?’
‘We are going to the Boyar’s House. To visit Semyon Mikhailovich.’
‘And what does the noble Boyar want with a couple of Jewesses?’
‘We work for him.’
‘What sort of work do you do for him at this hour, Devochka.’
‘Whatever he wishes us to do.’
‘When will you be returning?’
‘In the morning.’
The sergeant turned to his comrades.
‘Hear that boys, the Boyar gets this pair for the night.’
He reached up and pushed Rachael’s hood clear of her face. He looked at her in the lantern light. With her face now fully visible, she was even prettier than he had anticipated. He could see why His Nobleness would enjoy the girls’ company. The sergeant caressed her check and then allowed his hand to drop to her boob and fondled it. Rachael smiled at him.
‘I can understand why he wants them to work for him all night. I’d enjoy this pair all night.’
The comment attracted raucous laughter. The sergeant glanced at Samuel who seemed petrified.
‘What’s up with her?’
Rachael laughed.
‘I’ve done it for several months now, but it’s the first time for my little sister, and she’s scared, that’s all. She’s never had a man up her knish.’
She hated using the obscenity, but it was the sort of thing a whore would say, and she needed to distract the attention of the Cossacks from Samuel.
‘Hear that boys? The noble boyar is going to make this one into a woman tonight.’
There was more raucous laughter from the soldiers who were clustered around the two ‘girls’, and Rachael could feel one of the men stroking her bottom.
‘Now, sergeant, the Boyar won’t be too pleased if you hold us up and make us late.’
The sergeant laughed and gave her boob another friendly squeeze.
‘All right, run along devochki. It’s clear you two aren’t trying to dodge the draft, though I wish the draft office would include beauties like you two from time to time. It would make army life worth living.’
Rachael decided a little more cross chat would keep attention away from Samuel.
‘Might be fun. A whole regiment of you randy bastards and just us two girls.’
The sergeant gave her boob a final affectionate squeeze.
‘We’re here until six in the morning girls. If you finish at the boyar before then and want a bit of fun, we can’t pay you what the Boyar will give you, but….’
‘Sorry Sergeant, it sounds like fun, but Semyon Mikhailovich has us till eight.’
Rachael collected another two of three friendly pats on the bum as she and her ‘sister’ parted from the guard. Once they were out of earshot of the soldiers, Samuel turned to his sister.
‘Rachael, I was terrified they would realise I was a man. You were wonderful.’
‘We were lucky, that’s all.’
‘No, they just couldn’t keep their eyes off you, with all your sexy comments.’
Rachael flushed, for her brother was right. Her encouragement of the sergeant, who was the chief danger, to concentrate on her, with her raunchy cross chat, and admission that she and her ‘sister’ were a pair of harlots on the way to service a client, had distracted the sergeant from any close scrutiny of Samuel.
Although she had kept her composure when confronted with the soldiers, as they walked to the boyar’s house, Rachael was scarlet. She thought bitterly.
‘When I woke up this morning I was a virgin. Since then I’ve given myself to a boyar and told a bunch of soldiers that I’m a whore, and if the chance arose, I’d service his whole fucking regiment.’
Rachael knocked furtively on the backdoor of Semyon Mikhailovich’s home. It was opened instantly, and the Boyar drew them inside.
‘Sorry to hear of your problem Samuel.’
‘Thank you for your great kindness, Excellency.’
‘I have arranged that my daughter will travel by my private coach to Prussia to visit Berlin in three days time. You will travel as her maid. So there will be no suspicions, I sent Olga’s maid away this afternoon, and you will replace her right away.’
The Boyar glanced at Rachael.
‘You stay here. I will take “the new maid” to Olga, where “she” will sleep on the floor at the foot of Olga’s bed as the previous maid did. In that way everything will seem quite normal to the other servants. I will speak to you when I return.’
‘Yes, Your Excellency.’
Rachael hugged Samuel for the last time and watched as Semyon Mikhailovich led her brother away from her. Twenty minutes later, the Boyar returned.
‘Come with me, Devochka.’
Rachael nodded her head.
‘Da, Da, Excellency.’
She was not surprised when Semyon Mikhailovich, who was a widower, led her to his bedroom. He unfastened her cape, and slipped it off her shoulders. Without being told, Rachael knew to unfasten her hair. The Boyar nodded approvingly as the girl was no longer so silly.
‘You have beautiful hair, devochka.’
‘Thank you, Excellency.’
There was an awkward silence, which Rachael broke.
‘Do you want me to…?’
‘Da, Da.’
Rachael knew she would have to undress and spread her legs for Semyon Mikhailovich, so there seemed little point in annoying His Excellency by being needlessly obstructive. She unfastened her apron, slipped out of her sarafan, and finally removed her blouse. She stood naked in front of the Boyar, who had watched her disrobing with pleasure. He too undressed.
‘Kneel down, devochka.’
Rachael did as she was told. Semyon Mikhailovich stepped up to her.
‘Suck it, devochka.’
Rachael took his cock in her hand and fed it between her lips. She had learned a good deal about sucking cock that morning, so her second blowjob was much more accomplished than her earlier efforts. Suddenly the Boyar pulled out of her mouth.
‘My God, you’re good. On the bed, devochka.’
Rachael glanced at the double bed. There was only one reason to go on Semyon Mikhailovich’s bed, but there was no sense in being silly about it. When he had taken her that morning, her heart had been beating and her face had been crimson. This time, she walked calmly to the bed and lay down.
Without being told she parted her legs, making herself ready for him. The Boyar smiled at her as the girl was much more sensible and co-operative.
‘Good girl, I like that.’
Rachael put her left had to her cunt, and parted her lips with her fingers. Hopefully, if Semyon Mikhailovich had any plans to let them down, her willing compliance with his desires would change his mind.
Semyon Mikhailovich stared at her.
‘My God, you’re randy, aren’t you?’
Rachael was not sure what randy meant, but assumed it was like the painted harlots that were described in the Tanakh or Jewish bible. She decided it was sensible to agree.
‘Da, Da, Excellency. When you have been so kind to me, I want to make it good for you.’
The Boyar climbed between her legs, and slid his cock into her cunt, and started moving up and down.
‘Wrap your legs around me, devochka.’
Rachael did as she was told. As the Boyar slammed in and out of her, she realised that it no longer bothered her, as it had in the morning. In the Tanakh, Rachav the Harlot had saved her family and had been blessed of the Lord. She, Rachael, had committed harlotry to save her brother. It did not mean she was blessed of the Lord, but there was an excuse.
‘My God, yesss.’
Rachael felt cum spurting from Semyon Mikhailovich’s cock into her cunt. He pulled out of her. To her surprise, he turned round, placing his knees each side of her neck, lining his cock up with her face. Rachael realised what the Boyar expected of her. Without being prompted, she opened her mouth and guided his cock between her lips. A few seconds later she felt him bend down, pull her flaps open with one hand, and slide his tongue into her saturated cunt.
A couple of hours later, as Rachael was sleeping peacefully beside Semyon Mikhailovich, she felt her shoulder being shaken. She woke up abruptly.
‘What, what?’
‘On your knees, devochka.’
Rachael sat up in bed and turned round sticking her bum up in the air as demanded. It was hardly a surprise when Semyon Mikhailovich pushed his cock into her cunt. As her cunt was still sloppy from the semen that the Boyar had filled her up with not long before, he entered her easily and stroked back and forward several times.
Semyon Mikhailovich pulled out of her, but to her horror, lined his cock up with her ass and started pressing in. Rachael was familiar with the Torah. Although the book said that “a man shall not lie with another man as he would with a woman, it is an abomination”, she was sure that the prohibition applied equally to anal sex between a man and a woman.
Rachael struggled to get free, but Semyon Mikhailovich was much stronger and growled at her.
‘Do you want to throw everything away, devochka? Don’t be a fool. I’m going to have you, so just be sensible.’
With a lifeline in place for Samuel, the Boyar was quite right. After all she had given already, it would be mad to throw it away now. Rachael stopped resisting and accepted her anus was just another hole that Semyon Mikhailovich had the right to fill whenever he wanted to. She felt the Boyar pressing forcefully into her and her anal ring starting to yield. She moaned.
‘Owwww. It hurts.’
The Boyar pushed harder and she felt her ring starting to open and the head of his cock popped into her rectum. He paused to let her get used to a cock up her ass, then he pushed a little deeper into her.
‘Feels better now, devochka?’
Rachael knew she had to answer, and in truth it did feel less uncomfortable.
‘Da, Da, Excellency. It’s fine now.’
The Boyar started sliding into her ass, gripping her hips and pulling her backwards as he thrust forwards.
‘You must match my rhythm, devochka.’
Rachael realised that she was supposed to thrust backwards as Semyon Mikhailovich rammed forward. After a while, as she built up a rhythm, Rachael accepted that it was her fate do so whenever the Boyar wanted to sodomise her. Suddenly, he called out.
‘Da, that’s it.’
As he did so, she could feel his cum jetting into her rectum. Semyon Mikhailovich pulled out of her, turned her round and pushed his cock in her face. As it had just been up her bum, there was no way Rachael intended to put that in her mouth.
‘Suck it, devochka.’
‘Niet, it’s been up my ass.’
‘Suck it, or else.’
As with every previous protest, Rachael realised that she had no real choice and resentfully opened her mouth to taste her own bum secretions on the Boyar’s cock. Bitterly she sucked at his cock in the hope that she could bring him off as quickly as possible and within a couple of minutes was rewarded with a jet of cum.
Semyon Mikhailovich lay back in the bed, Rachael beside him.
‘You’re a good girl, Rachael.’
‘Spaseba, thank you, Excellency.’
‘One night each week, Rachael, from now on.’
‘Whatever you wish Excellency.’
At home, Rosa and Sima awaited midnight with trepidation. Suddenly there was a crash on the door, and Rosa called out.
‘Da?’
‘Conscription, we have come for Samuel Aaronov. Open the door.’
There was no point in resisting as the door would be smashed down, so Rosa did as they had demanded.
‘Aaronov, where is he?’
‘He went out two or three hours ago.’
‘Search the house, He’s probably hiding here.’
A party of police and Cossacks pushed past Rosa and started ransacking the house. The house was small and there were few places where anyone could hide. After half an hour, the sergeant reported to the lieutenant in charge of the detail that the conscript had undoubtedly fled. The lieutenant glared at Rosa.
‘Where is he, devochka? It will be worse for him if we have to find him. There is also a fine on the family if he does not surrender.’
‘I don’t know. He left without telling us anything. I think he may have seen lots of Cossacks in the street and guessed what was happening.’
‘Give me a list of your friends and relations in the town, devochka. If you omit anyone it will be bad for you as we have ways of checking up.’
Rosa knew that there would be plenty of people ready to shop them, so gave the names as requested. After the troops left, Rosa and Sima hugged one another and looked wryly at the mindless damage done to the house by the Cossacks in their anger that their victim had escaped.
Chapter 4
Olga Semyonovna had been enraged when her maid Larissa had been abruptly taken away from her by papa that afternoon. It had taken Olga several weeks to train the girl properly and breaking in replacement would be a nuisance. Then, as papa continued to explain what he intended, it got worse.
Her new ‘maid’ was to be a Jewish teenage boy who had been included on the Conscript register. Papa had agreed to rescue the boy at the behest of his sister, and Olga was to travel to Prussia in a few days to help him escape from the clutches of the Czar.
Although he did not say so, one reason why papa had no qualms about introducing the Jewish boy to his daughter was that he was well aware of her strong lesbian tendencies. That, and the fact that the boy was a detestable Jew, meant there was no risk. Had Olga not been lesbian and had the boy been Russian, Semyon Mikhailovich would have acted very differently.
Olga was resentful that she had lost a well-trained maid. She did not believe that papa had, out of the goodness of his heart, agreed to rescue some Jew, and guessed that there was something in it for him. As the Jewess would hardly have any money, she would presumably be repaying the favour on her back. Finally all the risks that would be entailed so that her papa could fuck some Jewess landed on her shoulders.
Just after ten o’ clock that evening, Papa brought a young woman who was wearing a cape, apron, sarafan and blouse to her room.
‘This is your new maid, Olga. “She” will sleep at the foot of your bed as Larissa did. In three days time you will start in the coach for Prussia. Once you have arrived in Prussia and taken her to Hamburg, you may go to Berlin to do some shopping. I will arrange money for you that should meet even your extravagant tastes.’
‘Spaseba, papa. Spaseba Bolshaya – thank you papa, thank you a lot.’
Semyon Mikhailovich knew that Olga resented the loss of her maid, Larissa, as she had expended time and effort in training the girl to meet her demands, but he also knew her obsession with the latest fashions and shopping. Berlin was not the acme of fashion as Paris was, but it was the next best thing.
When Olga returned with her new clothes, she would be the envy of every Russian woman in Vikovishk and for many kilometres around. That thought would be sufficient to ensure her willing compliance with what he had planned. He smiled at his daughter.
‘That’s fine, devochka.’
Samuel stared at the Boyar.
‘Spaseba Excellency for all you have done for me. You are a good kind man to take pity on a humble Jew out of the charity of your heart.’
Semyon Mikhailovich looked at the young man in surprise. From what he said, he clearly had no idea of the deal with his sister. The Boyar left the room. Olga was 24 years old and looked at the teenager rather as a child might study a captured insect.
She had never been attracted to boys younger than herself and the only reason her papa was leaving Aaronov alone with her was to avoid any suspicion that it was a boy rather than the usual maid.
Certainly she was not interested in some Jewish peasant boy, but on the other hand, he could be an enjoyable diversion for a few days, but would need to be trained correctly. She snapped at him.
‘I shall call you Tanya.’
‘Yes Boyaryshnya – Miss.’
‘My maid sleeps on the floor at the foot of my bed so that she will be available whenever I want her. The same applied to you.’
‘Yes Boyaryshnya.’
‘Take off your cape.’
Aaronov did as he was told.
‘Now the apron.’
Aaronov stared at her, but knew he had to comply.
‘Your sarafan.’
Aaronov hesitated, as he had never been partially undressed with any woman other than his sisters in years. Olga snapped at him.
‘Come on, get on with it.’
Samuel removed his sarafan, standing in just the blouse that Rosa had given him, much as his sister had done in the presence of Olga’s father twelve hours previously, although he was unaware of that. She looked at him.
‘The blouse, Tanya.’
‘Please Boyaryshnya.’
‘The blouse, now.’
Samuel removed his blouse and stood in embarrassment naked in front of the young woman. His face, had he known it, was as red as Rachael’s had been when she was similarly exposed for the first time. The Boyaryshnya, who had been wearing a dressing gown, shrugged that off her shoulders to reveal a voluminous nightdress.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and grasped the material, pulling it up until it was tucked above her knees. She eased it higher until she was naked from the waist downwards and parted her legs.
‘Come here, young man.’
Samuel approached her timidly.
‘Kneel down between my legs.’
He knelt down, his face barely a hand span from her naked crotch. Although Samuel did not know it, the reason that Olga had been so angry when her papa had dismissed Larissa was that it had taken the lesbian girl some weeks to train her new maid to eat out her pussy to her satisfaction.
Olga eased her pussy flaps open.
‘Put your tongue in me and start to lick me out Tanya.’
‘But I…’
‘Do it.’
Samuel leant forward, resting his hands on the girl’s thighs and tentatively stuck his tongue into her open and already moist slit. She took her hands away.
‘Wet your fingers and then spread me as I was doing.’
‘Yes, Boyaryshnya.’
Samuel licked his fingers and then gently pulled her lips apart.
‘Lick my thighs first.’
Samuel ran his fingers over the soft and sensitive flesh of her thighs, coming close to her pussy lips but backing away at the last moment. Inadvertently he was doing just right, tantalising and tormenting Olga with desire for what was to come.
‘Nuzzle my bush.’
Clearly, she must mean the thick nest of black hair that surrounded her pussy. He did as commanded, moving his closed lips over her bush and then flicking the hair with his tongue. Olga moaned.
‘God, that’s good.’
Samuel brushed his tongue lightly over her pussy lips. He noticed that Olga was raising her hips from the bed to press herself more firmly against his mouth and pulled back slightly. She hissed fiercely.
‘Bastard.’
Samuel placed his lips directly on her slit, kissing her gently and then harder. He eased her thighs further apart with his hands and as her pussy lips parted slid his tongue between them. At first, Samuel had been nervous about putting his tongue in a woman’s pussy as boys at school who claimed to know said that women’s pussies tasted like bad fish. He was relieved to find that the taste was pleasant, and licked her with more enthusiasm.
Samuel changed from licking her to stabbing his tongue in and out as if he was tongue fucking her. From her rapid breathing and they way Olga was bucking her hips, it was clearly something she liked. Samuel brought his tongue up to the top of her slit, licking hard now, and was rewarded by whimpering noises from Olga.