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Time Travel
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Part 1 of 2
BACKGROUND
My research laboratory has developed a time travel
device!! Testing of the time transfer equipment was
complete. Our research team had selected a cave,
which, since it was remote and empty today, also was
empty 1,400 years ago. If we dispatched our time
travelers in the cave, they would arrive there also.
First, we sent our robot with video camera back in
time to explore the surrounding area. We retrieved
the robot, complete with video tape, with no trouble.
Next, some animals, properly provided for and
tethered, were sent back through time. They came
home safely, none the worst for their trip.
The next step was a manned expedition. I was chosen
to lead the expedition, which initially would be two
people. I would have to classify myself as an
adventurer with a scientific bent. I had studied
medieval history and trained in medieval personal
defense and fighting (jousting) techniques; however I
was also prepared to use whatever 20th century
technology that I could! My traveling companion,
George, was a doctor; although he would act as my
squire during this adventure. We had shots for
every imaginable disease, including the bubonic
plague. We both also had vasectomies; we fully
planned to do as much research as possible and we
didn't want to become our own 50th great
grandfathers!
We had planned our trip (including a method of
contacting the 20th century) very carefully, but we
both understood the risks. We were a strange looking
pair as we entered the cave on the day of our
departure. I was dressed in a manner characteristic
of a knight, and I had packed the armaments
appearing as much as possible like those of the time
according to the best information we had. However,
my armor was made of a metalicized lightweight plastic
and my shields, sword and lance were made of
lightweight materials such as titanium. George was
dressed in tattered, non-descript clothes, but like
myself, he wore a lightweight Kelvar "bulletproof"
vest to protect him from puncture wounds. Our
horses and their accessories were chosen to look
inconspicuous (our robot had gotten some video shots
which helped.) The robot had also recorded some
conversation, allowing us to practice our accents.
The big moment had almost arrived!! We were about
to be the first from our century to explore eighth
century England.
CHAPTER 1 - THE TRIP TO KALATOT
The trip through the centuries went smoothly; there
was almost no sensation at all when we suddenly
arrived in the same cave some 1,400 years earlier. We
gathered our horses and equipment and, with the
general knowledge of the twentieth century maps, we
quickly found a trail and started in a direction where
we thought that the center of activity in this area
might be.
We weren't on the trail very long before two men
jumped from the bush with bow and arrow trained on
us.
"Your money and be quick about it" We didn't even
know what the currency of the time looked like!
"Back away or face the consequences," I replied. The
highway men laughed and drew their bow strings
tighter! With that, both George and I released our
secret weapons - a small compressed gas propelled
tranquilizer dart shot from a tube under our sleeves.
We leaned over their prostrate bodies and robbed the
robbers! Now we had some local currency.
That night we slept on the ground, and ate some
prepackaged food ("K" rations) that we had brought
along. We buried all of the biodegradable containers;
anything that was with us so it wouldn't blow the
mind of some future archeologist.
The next day's trip was uneventful. About mid-
afternoon, we arrived at a small settlement. There
was an inn, clearly to accommodate the travelers along
the trail.
It was time to stop. We arranged for the care of our
horses, and went into the inn where we rented a room
in the loft. The room was filthy by any standard; the
bed was nothing more than some straw spread on the
floor,
After we went down for some refreshment, I saw a
woman, the innkeeper's wife, softly sobbing in the
corner.
"What's the matter?
"My son is dying," she replied.
"May we see him?"
A young boy, about eight, lay on a straw mattress
covered with a blanket. We didn't need a thermometer
to know that the boy was burning up with fever.
After listening to his breathing, George quickly
diagnosed pneumonia.
"Please get me some water heated on the stove."
George asked. He didn't need the water but wanted
the mother out of the room. He quickly pulled out a
hypodermic needle, and gave the boy a shot of long-
acting penicillin. Then with the flask of water on the
table, he coaxed an aspirin tablet down the boy's
throat.
When the boy's mother returned, George told her he
didn't need the water after all. He would stop in and
see the boy before bedtime, but he thought he would
pull through.
Activity had begun to pick up in the inn. Some field
workers were drifting in for some of the potent brew.
A young barmaid, dressed to emphasize her full
breasts, took our order. It was clear that it would
take several of these brews to sleep on the straw
tonight.
"You aren't from these parts; where do you come
from?" she asked.
"We come from the North - from the hill country."
"Do they have pretty girls there?" she asked with a
grin.
"Not as pretty as you. How do you keep the boys
away?"
She grinned, "All the nice boys have either been
taken to serve our King or their parents have
arranged their marriage. Sometimes I just itch to feel
a man's touch."
"Maybe we can help with that problem," I said, as I
gently patted her full buttocks.
She blushed slightly, and walked slowly back to the
bar. "Maybe later," she said
After eating a mush made of grains of undetermined
origin for supper, I went outside to answer nature's
call and then retired to my room. George went to
check on the innkeeper's son.
The room had a single candle (placed away from the
straw mattress) and of, course no heat. But then the
barmaid entered and had her hands under my tunic in
no time at all. As I fondled her voluptuous and
unrestrained breasts under her blouse, her nipples
became firm and erect - some things just don't
change in 15 centuries. In a short time I was
massaging her clit through the full bush of pubic hair
that surrounded it. I slipped a finger and then a
second finger into her dripping and pulsating vaginal
canal. By this time she had pulled my firm cock out
of my pants. Then she let out a startled exclamation,
"What's wrong? Did you have an accident?"
It took me a few second to realize what the problem
was. Men of this time period were not circumcised -
she had never felt a circumcised penis. "Where I
come from, some of our men have had their cocks
trimmed."
My penis found its way into her warm, moist pussy.
The warm folds of her vaginal canal firmly squeezed
my throbbing member. Even though we were mostly
fully clothed in the cold, dark room on the bed of
straw, we both reached a very satisfying climax.
As we were unwinding, George came in. Immediately,
our young wench walked over and gently stated
fondling his crotch. "Is your cock trimmed too? I
love the feel of a trimmed cock."
"Let's find out how it feels," George replied, and I
decided it was time to try another of the potent
brews.
Back downstairs in the tavern, some men sat down at
my table. "Are you going to the games?" one asked.
In response to my questioning look, he than described
the tournament that would take place in 5 days at the
castle of Alstar, the Celtic King of England. The
winner would be knighted and given a charge by the
King to lead the fight against Saxon invaders if that
became necessary. I collected all of the information I
needed, including directions on reaching Alstar's
castle, also known as Kalatot.
The next morning, as we had some hard bread for
breakfast, there was an air of awe in the room.
George was apparently regarded as a master magician.
The little boy's fever had broken, and it appeared
that he would recover.
As we mounted our horses and headed toward Kalatot,
we compared notes on our encounters of the previous
evening, we both agreed, that once past the body
odors associated with minimal hygiene, sex hadn't
changed a lot. George had added one new experience
for our lively lass - not particularly caring for
"sloppy seconds," he had administered a douche. This
really turned her on, and George was excited about
the whole encounter.
CHAPTER 2 - THE TOURNAMENT
It took us two days to get to Kalatot. When we
arrived, I was assigned to a tent for the contestants.
I was clearly an outsider among the group. My
accent set me apart, and I stayed pretty much apart,
particularly since I did not want the others asking
too many questions or getting too close to my
equipment, It wouldn't do too much good for them to
realize that my lance, steel-tipped titanium, was about
a fifth of the weight of theirs and thus could be
wielded almost like a sword. George, now fully my
squire and no longer a peer, joined the other squires
in a separate tent. He, too, had to be very cautious.
We had about a day to get our horses used to the
tournament field. I had decided to win, but, judging
by the physical strength of some of the competitors, I
knew I couldn't win legitimately. I would be
prepared.
The games finally began. My first joust was easy. I
was better prepared than my opponent, and unseated
him on the first pass. It was interesting to see the
poor fellow lying on the ground; the game was over
for him. It was a struggle for him to get back to his
due to the weight of the armor. (Although full armor
was not extensively used until almost a thousand
years later, these contestants were wearing crudely
made plates for limited protection.)
The second joust was harder. We were evenly
matched in skill level; My lightweight equipment made
it easier for me to maneuver my lance and shield and
thus gave me the edge.
Finally it was down to Sir Gofred and me. My
opponent was already knighted and was clearly the
court favorite. He was also a real stud, and court
gossip was that he frequently entertained the Queen
when King Alstar was away. Since this was the final
match, the trumpets played, and we both rode up to
pay homage to the King and Queen. The Queen tossed
her scarf out to Sir Gofred to ride as her champion.
I was going to wrest that scarf away.
The trumpeters announced the beginning of the big
match. We lined up our shields and lances and
started galloping toward each other. As my lance
struck Sir Gofred's shield, it sent a shock through my
body; I was able to deflect his lance with my shield.
It was time to start the dirty tricks.
We had attached a very thin but stiff wire - almost
like a probe - to my horse's saddle. The wire went
out about three feet ahead of the horse and had an
L-shaped bend at the end. Before I started my next
pass, I turned on the power supply; the wire had
become a cattle prod. As the horses approached, the
wire grazed Sir Gofred's horse's leg, and the horse
stumbled slightly, disrupting my opponent's timing.
His lance only grazed my shield; I got in a solid hit,
but Sir Gofred was not unseated. The crowd, not
suspecting anything, roared at Sir Gofred's apparent
failure to deliver a solid blow to unseat me.
More drastic measures were required. This time the
power supply was connected to my lance (insulated
from my hand). At the instant I touched Sir Gofred's
shield, the pulsing electricity passed through his
armor, giving both Sir Gofred and his horse a slight
shock. Sir Gofred could not distinguish the electrical
shock from the mechanical shock of the sword against
the shield. This time the horse balked slightly at the
same time Sir Gofred recoiled from the electrical and
mechanical shock, and my opponent was unseated.
I raised my hands in victory, returned my lance to
George, and rode toward the royal reviewing stand. I
did not see Sir Gofred, with sheer strength, pull
himself up move toward my horse. In a flash, he
pulled me off of the horse, but I was quickly up on
my feet. Our swords were drawn. The crowd was
roaring.
I had the ultimate advantage due to the lightweight
armor and weaponry. I could simply run circles
around my opponent and wear him down. I figured I
might as well make it look good and give the crowd
their money's worth, so we sparred for quite a long
time. Finally, with a solid blow, I knocked his sword
from his hand and the simply pushed him to the
ground. At that point, I took the Queen's scarf from
him, walked to the reviewing stand, and bowed
ceremoniously. The Queen motioned for me to keep
the scarf, with what I interpreted to be a naughty
wink, and the King knighted me on the spot.
For the next several days, I rested from the games
and got to explore some of the surroundings and the
castle. I was given a room in the castle, complete
with a bed with feather mattress. I was called to
several meetings of the knights with the King, and
apparently accepted into the group. Sir Gofred was
still a bit pissed off about losing, but, since he
thought it had been a fair fight, he was glad I didn't
kill him.
Later in the week, one of the Queen's Ladies
approached George, who was playing the role of my
squire to the hilt. In addition, word of his miraculous
cure of the Innkeeper's son had reached the court, so
he was respected (and perhaps feared) for his magic.
The Queen's attendant stated that I was to have an
audience with the Queen at mid-afternoon. George
was invited to visit with the messenger.
We went down to the lake and bathed the best we
could to make the best impression possible. I arrived
at the Queen's chambers as requested. There was a
warm fire in the fireplace, and the Queen was
beautiful in the dancing light of the flames mixed with
the rays of the afternoon sun. It seems that the King
was on a hunting trip, and she was lonely (and
apparently, horny). There was no question from the
beginning what she wanted.
We stood before the roaring fire, sipping wine. Our
lips touched lightly. But she quickly wrapped her
arms around me with a deep and passionate kiss, after
which she started unbuttoning my overblouse. I
quickly unbuttoned her flowing robe, which fell to her
feet, leaving her beautiful, perfectly formed body
highlighted by the flickering fire. I quickly
undressed, carefully removing the garment with the
compressed gas tranquilizer gun in the sleeve and the
Kelvar vest so she would not raise questions. Her
hands eagerly unbuttoned my pants, and they
dropped to my feet, releasing my fully erect,
throbbing cock. Her hands gently massaged my cock,
and I had to repeat the explanation of the
circumcision.
She took my hand an led me to the bed. We spent
some time in kissing as my finger tips gently danced
over her body, exploring each delicate curve. Her
skin was warm and soft, as if her maids had routinely
oiled it.
I then started gently kissing her neck and working
down her chest. I went down each arm, including the
arm pit and the elbow, and then came back to those
beautifully formed breasts. I kissed each tit, running
my tongue around the now firm nipples. She purred
like a kitten, "You're wonderful, no one has ever done
this to me before."
"The best is yet to come," I replied.
She turned over on her back, and I started kissing
the nape of her neck and working down her back,
lightly kissing it in a zig-zag pattern. I spent some
extra time on her soft, fully shaped buttocks before
moving down the backs of her legs.
I kissed, and tickled, the soles of her feet, then the
tops of her feet and started up the front and insides
of her legs, moving back and forth from leg to leg. I
slowed down as I approached her very moist vagina,
but as inviting as it was, I kissed her all around it
and moved up to her abdomen. After tickling her
stomach with my kisses, I moved back to her
womanhood.
She was now dripping wet - I gently started kissing
and tonguing her clit and working my tongue into her
vagina. I could feel the throbbing from her vagina,
and soon the expansions and contractions began to
trap air and make popping sounds as I continued to
kiss and massage her clit with my tongue. She finally
exploded in ecstacy, "Fuck me, fuck me, NOW,"
My cock entered her hot, wet pussy. "Harder,
harder, faster," she screamed.
My pumping motions were intense and fast. Soon, she
was gasping with delight as I shot my load and she
reached a new height of climax.
"I have never had such an experience," she said,
after we had relaxed somewhat. "I want you to do
exactly what you did before."
I started the body kisses again. This time she,
taking a page from my book, began kissing my body.
She seemed to delight in tracing my nipples with her
tongue, in much the same way I massaged her tits.
I continued the same pattern of body kisses that got
her so excited before. As I was gently massaging her
clitoris with my tongue, I also began tickling her anus
with my finger. She was really getting wound up
now. When we were ready to fuck, I had her get on
top so she could rid me to her heart's content while I
massaged her firm breasts and taut nipples.
As we began to dress, the Queen said, "I don't know
where you learned to make love, but I've never
experienced anything like this. I will be looking for
opportunities to get together again, but we have to be
careful."
Continued in Part 2
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