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Time Travelers
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This story contains sexually graphic descriptions.
Please do not read if under 18 years old or if you
might be offended.
Part 2 of 2
CHAPTER 3 - THE CAMPAIGN
The next day the King called me to his chambers.
This scared the shit out of me - my first thought was
that he had discovered the previous day's activities.
But when I went in I knew the subject was something
different.
"I received word that the Vikings have invaded and
captured the coastal village of Tollopston. I want you
to lead an campaign to drive the bastards out. How
many men do you think you will need?"
I thought a few minutes. "Your Majesty, I will need
my squire."
"You're crazy!" replied the King. "You will be facing
a force of two shiploads - probably 50 to 80 men."
"Sire, my squire and I can easily drive them from our
shores." I already had the beginnings of a plan.
"Well, go then, and good luck. Messengers will keep
me apprised of your progress."
The next morning, George and I embarked on our
mission. Our first stop was our point of entry - the
cave. There was a message box hidden in the cave
that was sent back and forth through time each
elapsed day (by our time). I placed my diary in the
box describing our experiences to date (edited, of
course, to temper some of the steamier moments). I
also included a list of items we needed for our
expedition, including a another person who could
speak the Viking's language as best we knew it. We
also requested a pack horse for the extra equipment.
We also included a sample of the currency to be
duplicated to provide for our trip.
The following day, Eric, who was Norwegian and had
studied the Viking era, arrived with the equipment,
and we broke camp and headed toward Tollopston.
The first day of travel was uneventful; on the second
day, confirming our notion that travel in this time was
hazardous, a gang of fierce-looking thieves attempted
to rob us. This time, the leader shot an arrow at me
before attempting the theft. Just before being hit
with the tranquilizer dart, he was astounded as I
calmly pulled the arrow from my Kelvar vest and
threw it back at him.
We knew the next town was only a short distance so
we tied the men in a chain and made them walk
behind the pack horse. When we got to the town, we
turned them over to the Magistrate who recognized
the leader as one who had killed several townspeople
in much the same way he had tried to kill me. He
was immediately sentenced to be hanged and drawn
and quartered. It was then I knew I didn't want t
be on the wrong side of the law in this era.
The sentence was carried out without delay. The
leader of the thieves was stripped naked, taken to a
tree where a rope was thrown over a branch, the
noose slipped over his head, and he was hoisted up.
He swung in the breeze, slowly choking to death.
When his face was turning blue and his eyes started
to bulge, he was cut down, and a bucket of water
thrown on his shivering body to revive him.
The villagers had gathered to witness the balance of
the execution. The naked thief was laid on the
ground in the village square. A rope was tied to
each arm and to each leg. The other end of the
ropes were tied to the saddle of four horses, each
heading in a different direction. At the magistrate'
signal, each rider started his horse at a gallop. I
thought I would be sick, and we didn't wait around to
see what happened to the other two thieves, but from
what we heard, they would probably be soundly
thrashed and sent on their way.
The rest of the journey went well; we found an inn
each night but one, which we spent in the open. As
we approached Tollopston, we saw a patrol which
appeared to be Vikings. We observed them from a
distance as they approached several farm houses
(more like shanties) and systematically stole the food
and farm animals. At a designated point we ambushed
them, using the tranquilizer darts. When they
awakened, the men's hands were securely tied, and
they were connected in a chain. As the men began to
awake,
two of the five were hit with new darts to keep the
group from running off. Then, a small but powerful
loudspeaker, which we had placed in a tree, blared
out. "This is Thor. I am very displeased with you.
Tell your captain that sometime this week, when he
does not expect it, I will give him instructions which
he must obey exactly. Do you understand me?" Eric
had done a good job with the dialect, because the men
nodded, and, hearing this inhumanly loud voice coming
from the trees, started running as fast as they could,
dragging their two still groggy colleagues with them.
We camped well outside of Tollopston. Clearly, with
the village under the control of a foreign invader, we,
as representatives of King Alstar, would not be
particularly welcome. Late that night, we crept into
Tollopston to get a feel for the layout of the village.
We quickly located the house in which the Viking
chieftains were staying. We also spotted the two
Viking ships, anchored some distance from shore.
The next night we prepared the first step of our
plan. After dark, we brought two of the high
powered loudspeakers and placed them high in the
trees. Both were fed from radio receivers. Then, at
approximately midnight, a single skyrocket was
launched, exploding with a loud explosion and a
display of streamers. People, including the Vikings,
rushed to the streets. About three minutes later, a
second skyrocket was set off. Then the loudspeakers
blared forth, in as near to the Viking dialect as Eric
could muster:
"To the Captain of the Vikings. Tomorrow you will
leave Tollopston and return to your native land. You
will take nothing that you did not bring, and you will
not cause further harm to Tollopston. If you do not
follow my instructions exactly, I will destroy your
weapons, burn your ships, and you will be sent to
King Alstar for punishment. I, Thor, have spoken."
A third skyrocket was launched. There was total
silence in the village square during this event. Shee
terror was seen on the faces, illuminated by the
skyrockets, in the square. For the Vikings, this was a
frightening religious experience that would never be
forgotten. We had no doubt that the instructions
would be followed. The only thing that remained for
us was to wait for a couple of hours, tranquilize
anyone remaining outside, and recover the speakers.
As we anticipated, during the following day, there was
much scurrying around as the Vikings were almost in
a panic to leave. Our mission to study this century
was essentially completed. The question was whether
to return to the 20th century or to make one trip
back to Kalatot Castle. It would be fun to return as
conquering heros, but the king's messengers had also
brought messages of our "magic." This could create
some awkward situations and perceptions, and, of
course, would be seen as threatening to some. The
decision to make one more visit to Kalatot was made
by Eric after hearing George describe his experiences
with the Queen's Lady-in-waiting.
CHAPTER 4 - RETURN TO KALATOT
On the return trip, we encountered one more band of
thieves. As soon as they saw whom they were facing,
they quickly turned tail and ran. Word of our
accomplishments had spread rapidly.
We stopped by the cave and left the extra equipment
and non-degradable scrap for return to the 20th
century. After confirming that the transfer had taken
place, we left the next morning. We stopped again at
the inn where we stayed the first night and were
offered free food and lodging in return for restoring
the health of the innkeeper's son. However, no one
appeared happier to see us than the busty barmaid.
Both George and I, after tasting the fruits of Kalatot,
declined to bed her down, but Eric was
adventuresome.
Word of our prospective arrival at the Kalatot castle
had preceded us. Amid a flurry of trumpets, we rode
into the courtyard.
That night a banquet was held in our honor. My two
squires, although not seated at the banquet table,
were given special recognition. King Alstar asked, "I
am going hunting tomorrow - would you like to
accompany me?" My first thought was 'no fucking
way!' but I replied, "No thank you sire. My pages
and I have ridden hard for the past few days, and we
would prefer to rest." The Queen, seated on the
other side of the King was slyly smiling.
The King then asked, "At the moment, I do not have
another campaign planned. What are your plans?"
"I plan to travel to other areas of England - probably
the southern sector," I replied, knowing full well that
when we left, we would be gone forever.
After dinner of venison (eaten from the bone) and
wine, the court jester and magician, Markin, came in
to entertain us. "My Ladies and Lords," Markin
began, "I cannot match the magic that we have heard
about from our distinguished guest, but I will try to
entertain." His comments had a touch of sarcasm that
caused me to wonder how much of a threat he
perceived that I was.
The jester's entertainment was mediocre at best;
nevertheless, I tried to show support and
appreciation. That night, I, and my two squires slept
better than we had in weeks.
The following day, as expected, the summons came
from the Queen. Two Ladies-in-waiting were assigned
to entertain George and Eric. I arrived at the
Queen's chambers promptly at the appointed time.
She was absolutely radiant, highlighted by the
flickering fire and illuminated by the afternoon sun
coming through the wall openings.
I gently brushed her lips with mine. She couldn't
wait - she pulled my hands under her gown and
threw her arms around me. The next kiss was
anything but gentle. My arms under all of her
clothes on her bare back as we kissed passionately.
It was only minutes before two naked bodies were
entangled on her bed.
I did not want one square inch of her soft, warm
body to go unkissed. I started at her forehead, and
covered her face with gentle kisses. Then down to
her neck, behind her ears, then to those firm, well
formed breasts. I sucked gently on each nipple.
It took about forty minutes to work down to her feet
and start back up, switching back and forth between
her legs. I worked all around the generous pubic
hair and back to her crotch. By this time, we had
just naturally moved into a "69" position. The Queen
began was fondling and teasing my scrotum and
gently kissing my throbbing penis.
I spread the lips of her vulva as she shuddered with
anticipation. I began to lightly tease the unhooded
clitoris. Finally, she reached down and pushed my
head toward her vagina. I then started massaging
and sucking with vigor. Her pussy was wonderful.
She had sweet feminine odors - her attendants had
done an excellent job of bathing and preparing her.
She climaxed several times with my mouth pressed
against her clit. Then she pushed me around, and I
slipped my cock into that warm, inviting channel. She
hit another peak just as I reached my climax,
spraying the inside of her vagina with warm (but
spermless) semen.
We lay together on the bed - both of us were
exhausted. "I am leaving tomorrow; you will never
see me again," I confided. A tear appeared in her
eye. "We have only been together twice, but it has
been the best I've ever had. Won't you please come
back?" she asked.
As I was about to answer, the door flung open. Two
strong men grabbed me and wrapped a blanket around
my naked body. Markin picked up my clothes in a
bundle. He spoke to the Queen, "Your Highness, if
you say anything about this, I will describe your
activities in detail to the King."
The two strong men carried me to a distant room in
the basement of the castle. I was completely helpless;
my arms were restrained by the blanket and all of my
protection was with my clothes. I hoped that Markin
would not look too closely at my clothes and discover
some of the goodies I had hidden there.
A rope was tied to each leg and arm. The ropes
attached to my arms were thrown over a ceiling beam
and tied off. The leg ropes were simply tied to keep
me from kicking and to keep my legs spread apart. I
was standing, spread eagled in the middle of the
room, completely naked. "Now," Markin announced,
"We will see whose magic is stronger. In fact, you
will disclose all of your secrets to me."
As Markin walked around me deciding how he was
going to torture me, he noticed my circumcised penis.
"You are not one of us. Where are you from?" I
explained that we came from far away and the cut
penis was common in our land. I also told Markin
that, if he would release me, I, and my squires, would
leave and never return. "Maybe I should cut the rest
of your penis off," Markin replied. By now I was
beginning to sweat, in spite of the cold, damp
dungeon. "If you do that," I replied, "I will surely
die quickly from the blood loss, and you will never
learn anything."
My best strategy was to stall for time. I knew that
the Queen would relay news of my kidnapping to
George and Eric. We were concerned about becoming
separated and had powerful miniaturized homing
transmitters sewn into our clothes. So I knew my
ordeal wouldn't be long. Just then I saw one of
Markin's henchmen pick up a whip. Markin nodded at
him, and the whip came crashing down on my back.
The stinging blows continued across my back,
buttocks and legs until I almost passed out.
After the beating stopped, Markin walked over. "Now,
let's talk."
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Don't get smart with me. I want to know how you do
all of your tricks, particularly how you lit up the sky
in Tollopston and caused the Norse gods to talk."
"I can't possibly explain that to you; I couldn't do it
again right now if I had to."
Markin picked up a small but sturdy branch. He
poised the branch directly under my scrotum. "You
had better think fast - If I don't hear what I want ...
" and he tapped my testicles with the branch.
At that instant, the door blew off of its hinges thanks
to a well placed charge of plastic explosives.
Tranquilizer darts quickly dispatched Markin and his
henchmen. George came over and looked at my back
while Eric cut me down. George reached in his bag of
tricks and pulled out a can of anesthetic spray to kill
the pain. Then he sprayed my the whip welts with a
antiseptic to prevent infection.
"You are going to have a rough ride tomorrow," he
told me.
In the meantime, we tied up Markin and his henchmen,
and moved them to another room in the dungeon
whose door was still intact, and locked them up. We
would let them see some real magic later on tonight.
We sent our thanks to the Queen. Later, we dined
with the King and his court. It was really hard for
me to sit still during the meal, but, if it hadn't been
for my friends, it could have been much worse.
After the castle was quiet, it was time to take care of
Markin. Judiciously using a flashlight, we set up the
corridor leading from the dungeon back to the castle
with battery operated sound equipment and ultraviolet
lamps. We entered the cell using night goggles and
released one of the brutes that kidnapped me. No
words were spoken. There was absolutely no light in
the cell or the corridor into which the man was
pushed and told to escape. As he passed through the
corridor, the ultraviolet lights flashed on some
phosphorescent images that we had painted on the
wall while strange sounds and voices admonished him
to leave the castle forever.
This was repeated with the second man. Then came
Markin. He got special treatment. He was stripped
naked in the dark by mysterious hands, and pushed
into the pitch black corridor. The audio messages in
the corridor stated in an erie voice, "You were told to
release your prisoner. Instead you injured him." At
that instant, a whip caught Markin's back, pushing
him against the wall. Although we were much less
harsh with Markin than his men were with me, he was
scared shitless.
The voice came on again, accompanied by a flash of
the phosphorescent figures on the wall, "You will
leave Kalatot TONIGHT, and never return."
Again a well directed lash of the whip.
The amplified voice stated, "Clothes will be waiting for
you at the end of the corridor. Leave NOW." Another
lash of the whip had Markin running through the
dark tunnel, stumbling and feeling his way out. The
clothes we had left for him were not his clothes, but
were the clothes of a down and out peasant. All that
remained was for us to collect our equipment and try
to get a little sleep.
CHAPTER 5 - CONCLUSION
The next morning, I requested an audience with King
Alstar. "We are leaving now. I wish you and your
court well." The King replied, "The best to you. Our
castle is always open to you when you return." I
only wished that there were some way to teach the
King how to improve his sex life.
Our trip back to the cave was uneventful. We left a
note in the box that our mission was complete. The
next day we were in the cave, prepared to return,
and our return went smoothly.
The only remaining task was to write a scholarly
paper on our foray into early England. The problem
was Who would believe us?
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