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Attached is the first of three somewhat related stories.



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The following story contains some explicit sex. If you are under
18 years or could be offended, please do not continue reading.		

This is the first part of a trilogy, but each segment stands
alone. Although loosely based on historical stories, any
representation or depiction of actual historical events is purely
coincidental.

TIME TRAVEL - Episode 1

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 highwaymen
laughed and drew their bowstrings 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 not biodegradable, we
had to keep 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 gave the young boy a drink to
wash the aspirin down..  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, a
composite tipped with 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.  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, although it sent
a shock through my body; I was still able to deflect his lance
with my shield.  

It was time to start the dirty tricks.  My lance was, in effect,
a cattle prod. I turned on the power supply as I approached Sir
Gofred.  As my lance hit his metal shield, a shock was
transmitted through his armor.  He probably never felt it since
the charge was conducted through the armor, but the horse felt
it!  We both deflected the lances.  

On the next pass, however, Sir Gofred's horse was a bit hesitant,
and my opponent's timing was slightly disrupted.  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.
On the next pass, the horse was more hesitant, and I was able to
unseat my opponent.  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 (which he frequently took with one of his
squires), 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 and led me to the bed.  We spent some time in
kissing as my fingertips 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 armpit 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 ecstasy, "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 ride 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." 

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 a 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, I will pick up some help on the way, and with this help,
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.  A radio receiver
hidden at the entrance allowed us to communicate through the
centuries, and I had already made a request for the supplies and
help that we needed, including another person who could speak the
Viking's language as best we knew it.  We also requested a
packhorse for the extra equipment.   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,
however, confirming our notions that travel in this time was
hazardous, a gang of fierce-looking thieves attempted to rob us.
This time, the men shot arrows at each of us before attempting
the theft.  Just before being hit with the tranquilizer darts,
they were all astounded as we calmly turned around with the
arrows sticking from our Kelvar vests.  We knew the next town was
only a short distance so we tied the men in a chain and, after
they woke up, made them walk behind the packhorse.  

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 they had tried to kill us. He
and his two henchmen were immediately sentenced to be hung and
drawn and quartered.  It was then I knew I didn't want to be on
the wrong side of the law in this era. While preparations were
being made for the executions, the thieves were taken to the
local cemetery and forced to dig their grave.  

The three men were taken to the village square and stripped
naked. The villagers had gathered to witness the execution.   The
first man was placed on the gallows and the rope slowly tightened
until his feet were off of the platform.  His face started to
puff and turn red.  He was then lowered, still alive, and dragged
to the center of the square and laid on the ground.  A rope was
tied to each arm and to each leg.  The other ends of the ropes
were tied to the saddle of four horses, each heading in a
different direction.  The horses pulled just enough to take the
slack out of the rope so the man was securely held -
spread-eagled - on the ground.

The Magistrate then pulled out his sword, and with surgical
precision, made an incision from the thief's navel to his penis
and then sliced off the penis and testicles.  His intestines, no
longer encumbered by the muscles of the abdominal wall, spurted
from his body.  Several stray dogs, smelling the blood, tried to
get hold of the intestines, but were shooed away by the crowd. At
the magistrate's signal, each rider started his horse to pull on
the ropes. As the man's limbs were torn off, I thought I would be
sick, and we didn't wait around to see what happened to the other
two thieves.

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 four-man patrol who appeared to be Vikings.  We observed
them from a distance as they approached a farmhouse and proceeded
to terrorize the farmer and his wife and steal his grains and
farm animals, together with a wagon for hauling the booty back to
Tollopston. While they were engaged in their theft, we set up for
an ambush.  As they started back to Tollopston, we released the
tranquilizer darts.  When they awakened, the men's hands were
securely tied, and as rope connected them in a chain.  We had
removed their swords and knives, and the knots of the ropes had
been saturated with some twentieth century adhesives so they
couldn't untie each other's bonds.

While the men were sleeping, we had hoisted a small but powerful
loudspeaker into a tree.  Since the men couldn't leave until they
were all mobile, we waited until the last man awoke.  Then the
loudspeaker blared out.  "This is Thor.  I am very displeased
with you.  Tell your captain that tomorrow night, several hours
after sundown, 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, while connected by the rope.

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 for 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, approximately
two hours after sundown, a single skyrocket was launched,
exploding with a loud noise 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 punished.
I, Thor, have spoken."  

A third skyrocket was launched.  There was total silence in the
village square during this event.  Sheer 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 heroes, 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, and
anticipating some more potential problems, picked up some new
supplies.  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, my two
squires, and I 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 eachnipple.

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
the whip welts with an 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 drawings that we had hung 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 eerie 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 hanging from 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 (or change his sexual
preferences, if that were the case!).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 believeus?




 

 





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