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

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

TIME TRAVEL - Episode 2

Part 1 - Sherwood Forest

Our laboratory was getting pretty good at time travel; we had
improved our technique, particularly in communications, since my
foray to Kalatot in the sixth century.  Now my mission was to
determine whether the legend of Robin Hood was anything more than
a legend.  Were the man, his band of merry men and the mean
Sheriff of Nottingham real people and did they live and behave as
the legends would have us believe?

As before, we researched the geography and selected a cave as
close as possible to a road that probably followed the ancient
path through Sherwood Forest.  Like the last mission, George, a
physician, accompanied me.  So, with our horses, communications
gear (transmitting to a small receiver that would be left in the
cave), and other provisions (including some money minted after
the best model we had), we left on the journey thorough time.

It was cold and dreary when we arrived in the cave, as it was
when we traveled about eight centuries earlier.  As expected, the
modern road was built along the route of this path, so we
embarked toward the forest.  The woods were dense and foreboding
-- an excellent setting for an ambush.  There was lots of wild
life evident.  We saw several rabbits, and caught a glimpse of
one deer ahead in the pathway.

We traveled for several hours, penetrating deeper into the
forest.  We were beginning to wonder if we would see civilization
again.  Then, without any warning at all, a man, dressed in drab
clothing which blended in with the forest, was standing in the
roadway with an arrow in his bow aimed at my chest.  I caught a
glimpse of a second man in a tree about 10 yards ahead.  

"Your money or your life," he said with authority.  I threw him a
bag of coins, and George followed suit.  

"Is that all you have?" he asked.  

"Absolutely," I lied, in my best imitation of his accent and
pronunciation.

As the thief was starting to leave, I asked, "Is Robin of
Locksley your leader?"  

"Yes," he replied with a touch of sadness in his voice.

"I had heard that it was your custom to invite your victims to
join your band for a meal after you relieved them of their
assets."

"We normally do, but Robin is very ill; I think he will die
before the night is over."

My friend knows the medical arts; perhaps, he could help."

There was a moment of silence, while the robber considered this
suggestion.  "I guess we have nothing to lose; follow us," he
said, as his partner jumped down from the tree.

He led us into an area where no formal path existed; our horses
occasionally stumbling over bushes and exposed roots.  After we
had gone a short distance, he pointed to a small grassy area
where we could tether our horses and continue by foot.  George
took his medical gear, and we walked on about 200 yards were a
group of men with solemn faces were gathered around an open fire.
 He led us to the cave where a man, in his late 20's, lay on a
blanket on the ground, covered with blankets.  A very attractive
young woman was wiping his brow with a damp cloth.  The man
clearly was burning with fever and was quite ill. 

George established that Robin had been coughing before getting
really sick, so he immediately listened to his chest with a
stethoscope.  "He has pneumonia," George pronounced with
certainty.  "With my medicine, I believe he will recover."  The
group assembled around Robin looked at him with disbelief.

George got out a hypodermic needle and a strong antibiotic. 
After wiping Robin's arm with the alcohol and administering the
shot, he carefully stored the used materials for disposal in the
20th century.  Then he gave Robin two timed-release aspirin
tablets, and suggested that he be given plenty of water and a
couple more aspirin tablets before the group went to sleep.

We were invited to eat some rabbit cooked over the open fire, and
were given a spot on the ground to sleep.  The next morning, it
was clear that Robin's fever had begun to break, and George
started a regime of oral antibiotics.  He warned the group that
Robin would not be fully back to normal for several weeks, but
the band of "Merry Men" was merry again -- they couldn't believe
that Robin had been cured.

We stayed with the group during the next week, listening to
numerous tales of their exploits.  Some were reasonably
consistent with the 20th century legends; others varied
considerably.  After Robin's recovery was assured, Lady Marion
returned to her estate, as there were a number of business
related items to take care of.

Part 2 - Marion's Estate

The morning after Marion had returned to her home, one of her
servants, who was familiar with Robin's activities, came into
camp with very disturbing news.  The Sheriff, knowing of the
relationship between Marion and Robin and hearing of Robin's
potentially fatal illness, decided to make his move on Marion's
estate.  That morning, the Sheriff had arrived at Marion's with a
group of his deputies.  He stated that she had not paid the new
tax that he had imposed on her property several days before, and
he was appropriating her estate, and placing her under arrest. 
At the present, he had her locked in her own bedroom.  This was
particularly concerning, because the Sheriff was known to have
the "hots" for Marion, and raping female prisoners was very
common.  

Robin was still very weak, and arranging for Robin's band to
storm Marion's estate would not work.  It was up to me to come up
with a plan for her rescue.  We estimated that the Sheriff had
duties (primarily acting in judgment of debtors and other
prisoners) that would take him into early afternoon, so we only
had a short time in which to work before Marion was in real
jeopardy.  

George and I headed into town, and approached the local baker.  I
purchased a quantity of freshly-baked bread and headed for the
Marion's estate, posing as a deliveryman.  I was admitted to the
main house, and escorted to the kitchen by a Sheriff's deputy. 
The cook, brought to the estate by the Sheriff, was preparing a
rabbit stew to feed the deputies.  Since we were still equipped
with the compressed gas propelled tranquilizer darts that served
us so well on our last adventure, I quickly fired a short acting
dart at both the cook and the deputy from under my sleeve.  Then
I poured time-release sleeping powder into the stew.  The
particles would be activated by stomach acid, and, about an hour
after eating, would put the recipient to sleep for a few hours. 
Thus there was plenty of opportunity for all of the deputies to
eat their lunch before sleeping powder acted.

The cook and deputy woke up after a few minutes, both thinking
they had dozed off.  I found a comfortable, secure place to wait
for a few hours after lunch.

In the early afternoon, I walked out into the courtyard.  Several
Sheriff's deputies were seen dozing off, so I opened the main
door and signaled to George by radio to bring Robin's band into
the building.   I suspected that the Sheriff had a much more
elaborate lunch that his deputies, and therefore was still a
threat to Marion.  We quickly went to Marion's bedroom and found
two sleeping deputies guarding the door, which, since it was
supposedly well guarded, was unlocked.  

We threw open the door and quickly realized the gravity of the
situation.  Marion was tied, spread-eagled on the bed, completely
naked.  Having only seen her at Robin's camp, I did not realize
just how beautiful she was.  Her well formed, but solid breasts
rose from her chest like two symmetric alpine peaks, each proudly
capped with sharply pointed nipples.  Above her crotch, a full
bush of brown, curly pubic hair highlighted her young and
inviting womanhood.  It was easy to understand any man's
attraction to her. 

The Sheriff was on his knees on the bed, also completely naked,
and taunting her with a clearly oversized cock.  The head of the
very erect penis peeked past the foreskin like a one-eyed
monster.  As the door opened, the Sheriff was rubbing his penis
around her face, and over her tits.  As she lay completely
helpless on her bed, it was clear he was teasing her before he
rammed his manhood forcibly into her cunt.

I had a sword in hand as the Sheriff jumped off of the bed, and I
placed the point lightly on his chest.  George covered Marion
with a blanket, and untied her from the bed.

With the Sheriff backed against the wall, standing completely
naked, I looked down at his now flaccid penis and gestured toward
it with my sword.  

"Isn't your normal punishment for a crime cutting off the
offending part of the body?"

In spite of his nakedness and the coolness of the room, which was
heated only by a fireplace, he was sweating, but replied with a
swagger, "I am the only law around here; if you so much as touch
me, I will have you hanged."

"You have never seen me before, and may never see me again.  I
can do as I please without any concern about retribution from
you."  With that, I moved the sword, George, with a gloved hand,
grabbed his penis and pulled it out so I could rest my sword at
its base.  The Sheriff probably considered jumping me, but I
suspect he was afraid I might slip.  

With no support from his deputies, he now began to panic. 
"Please don't." he screamed.

With my sword still resting on his stretched out, but soft, cock,
I said, "Now tell us about this special tax you assessed on Lady
Marion's estate.  What was its purpose, and did you levy the tax
equally on all estates?"

The Sheriff, still shuddering at the prospect of losing his
manhood, replied, "This was a special tax against Lady Marion's
estate.  I knew that she could not pay this large sum and that
she had no defense, so I had an excellent opportunity to obtain
the property."

"Let's just say that this levy has now been canceled, and you
will agree to sign an order to that effect."

"I will agree to that - just let me go."  With that, I moved the
sword back to his hairy chest, George released his
none-too-gentle grip, and I pointed toward a table with some
writing instruments.  "Write down the agreement to cancel the
tax." 

The Sheriff just looked at the parchment and quill pen.  "I can't
write."

George wrote the agreement, the Sheriff dressed and we went to
the room he had been using for business.  His mark for official
papers was there, and he "signed" the papers with a stamp.  
"Just remember, if you ever think about changing your mind, you
will never know when I will return," I advised.

In the meantime, Robin's men had been loading the sleeping
deputies in a cart, so we led the Sheriff to his horse and sent
them all on their way.

Lady Marion returned with us to Robin's camp; her servants had
been restored to their positions to take care of the estate.  I
still couldn't help but remember how beautiful she looked under
the unflattering clothes she wore for the trip back into Sherwood
Forest.

That evening, around the fire, we discussed the overall
situation.  Lady Marion and Robin (who was still weak, but
recovering rapidly from his illness) were profuse in their thanks
for saving both of their lives.  In spite of the fact that we had
failed to demonstrate any physical combat skills (usually a test
of acceptance for a group of this type), we were fully accepted
by the "Merry Men of Sherwood Forest."

Part 3 - Mediterannia 

We had solved a short-term problem, but the long-range problem
still remained.  King Richard, captured on his way back to
England from the crusades, was still being held hostage in
Mediterannia.  There was apparently little effort on the part of
his half-brother, Prince John, to raise the ransom; Prince John
was enjoying his tyrannical rule.   Now the word came that Prince
John had declared Richard lost forever, and was going to have
himself inaugurated as King.  The ceremony had been set on a
Sunday in three weeks.  With King John in permanent control, the
Sheriff of Nottingham, and others like him, would consolidate
their power.  Robin of Locksley and his band of Merry Men would
remain outlaws.

It seemed time for a rescue mission.

We returned to the twentieth century and completed our planning
for the rescue venture.  One of the biggest problems was
geography; i.e., figuring out exactly where Mediterannia was and
where King Richard was likely to be held.  A scouting team of two
linguists who were scholars of the language in that area made a
preliminary excursion, and from rumors, folk tales, etc. believed
that they could pinpoint the twentieth century equivalent of King
Assaba's castle.  They also spread the message that the ransom
money was going to be secretly delivered, so that King Assaba
would not completely be caught by surprise.

A team of four was ready to make the trip through time.  We took
our horses, a cart with several chests of coins, which would pass
the preliminary tests of that time for gold.  Only when they were
melted down would the deception be discovered, which, if
everything went according to plan, would not be a problem since
we planned to leave with Richard and the coins.

We arrived in a secluded area about two kilometers from King
Assaba's castle.  We waited around in our staging area so we
would arrive in mid to late afternoon; our plan depended on
staying overnight, but not giving them enough time to melt down
sample coins.

We announced our arrival at the edge of the moat.  Seeing only
four of us, the drawbridge was lowered and we entered the castle.
 George and one of the linguists went to care for the horses,
together with the chests of coins, I with the other linguist,
entered the King's reception hall.  To get things started, we
offered the King and his chief deputy a gift of an ornate silver
medallion, with a ribbon for hanging around the neck.  What they
didn't know was that the medallion contained a microphone and
radio transmitter.  

The chests of coins were opened and the coins were examined.  "We
must melt some of the coins before we will release King Richard.
I will give an order to heat the furnaces overnight, so you and
your pages will be our guests for the evening."

"I must see King Richard and identify a particular birthmark
before I turn the coins over to you," I stated emphatically. 
King Assaba reluctantly gave the order to bring King Richard to
the chambers.  

After about a half hour, he was brought in, looking weak, tired,
and disheveled.  It was clear that King Assaba expected him to
die in his dungeon.  I walked over to the prisoner, and as I
raised his tunic to look for the birthmark, I pinned a homing
transmitter to the garment.  "Do not lose this pin. We will come
for you during the night," I whispered to him.

Over my protestations, they took him back to his cell, and the
chests of coins were taken away, probably (we hoped) to the royal
treasury. We were shown to our rooms, which were very comfortable
and luxurious.  We would be called when it was time for the
banquet to be prepared in our honor.

In the meantime, George and the other "page" were taking care of
the horses and the cart in which we had brought the chests of
coins.  When they complained about being hungry, they were shown
into the royal kitchen, where the banquet and separate meals for
the guards and staff were being prepared.  Following the same
procedure that we used in Lady Marion's kitchen, the time-release
sleeping powder was added to the stew for the guards and staff. 
We couldn't spike the banquet food, since we would have to eat
that to be polite.

While resting in our rooms, my colleague was monitoring the
conversation between the King and his deputy.  It was an
astounding discussion.  First, it appeared that another
delegation had appeared only a day earlier, also bringing gold
coins.  This group was sent by Prince John, and the payment was
for killing King Richard.  Thus, King Assaba had a dilemma.  Did
he release King Richard to us or kill him?  In the conversation,
it was clear that Prince John had been sending payments to King
Assaba periodically to assure that he kept King Richard from
escaping or leaving.  

"Prince John has been generous with us; therefore we should
follow his wishes," the King said.  "Tomorrow we will kill King
Richard.  We will also kill the new visitors and keep their
money.  Tonight we will send a dancer with poisoned wine to their
quarters to entertain them.  The two pages will be dispatched
tomorrow morning."

The battle lines were drawn; we could enjoy the banquet, but
would have to be cautious.

The banquet was very elaborate.  We were careful not to eat or
drink anything that the King and his entourage were not eating. 
To say that we didn't trust them was an understatement, and I'm
sure that they did not trust us, either. The entertainment was
great!!  The belly dancers also did an elaborate strip tease.  By
the end of the dance they had on only the barest of G-strings and
the tassels on their nipples.  I always have marveled at how
exotic dancers can get those tassels to twirl in opposite
directions at the same time.  As part of the dance, the dancers
would move suggestively to each of the guests, sometimes gently
massaging our crotch; others would take our hand and slide it
under the G-string and, their hand on top of ours, they would
massage their clit.  Eating the meal, with all of the excellent
wine and sweets, was very difficult with the numerous
distractions.

After the banquet, we returned to our chambers.  I checked in
with George by radio, and he confirmed that our plan was on
schedule.  In another couple of hours, the guards and staff
should be zonked, and the King and other banquet participants
should be retired to their chambers.  

There was a knock at the door, and one of the prettiest young
dancers entered with a flask of wine.  She couldn't speak
English, and I could not speak her language, but it was clear why
she was there.  I still had a couple of hours, so I might as well
enjoy them!

She slowly and seductively undressed herself until she stood
before me with all of her womanly features fully exposed.  She
walked around me for several minutes, rubbing her own breasts,
gently squeezing her nipples.  Then she took me by the hand, and
led me toward the bed.  She lay on the bed, spread her legs, and
started fingering her clit, and working her finger into her
vagina.  My erection was about to burst my pants!!

She got up and slowly started undressing me.  I was careful to
make sure that my shirt, with the compressed gas tranquilizer
dart system and some miniaturized radio equipment, was not far
out of reach.  Soon, I was lying naked on the bed as she was
gently massaging my entire body.  She had an extraordinarily
gentle and seductive touch as she massaged my back and buttocks,
turned me over and massaged my chest, gently squeezing my
nipples, tickled my abdomen, ran her fingers around my scrotum,
and finally up and down my fully erect shaft.

She reached for my hand and guided it to her soft, moist
womanhood.  I explored all of those regions, tweaking her clit,
and working my fingers into her wet, almost dripping, vagina. 
Finally, she guided my penis into her vagina, and she provided
some action and moves that I hadn't felt before.  As she squeezed
her vaginal muscles around my erection, I exploded with a virtual
geyser of semen.

After this experience, she offered me a glass of wine that she
had brought.  I noted that she did not take a glass for herself,
and I was aware that the wine was poisoned, so I refused also. 
She was very insistent; I thought she might try to force me to
drink it.   Finally, I reached for my shirt, and popped a
long-acting dart into her arm.  I placed her, sleeping soundly,
on the bed and finished dressing.

It was time for our operation to begin.

By radio, we arranged to meet in the courtyard; but when I
prepared to leave, the door was barred from the outside.  Now,
there was no question about the intentions of our hosts (our
captors?).  I again contacted George by radio, and he located us
quickly from the homing transmitters and unbarred the door. 

My first step was to retrieve the medallions from King Assaba and
his deputy.  From the radio signal, we located them in the
bedchambers of the king, who was sleeping.  I hit him with a dart
anyway, and retrieved the transmitters.

Our next stop was the royal treasury, located by a homing
transmitter in the cache of coins that we had delivered to the
kingdom. The two guards were quietly dozing away. In addition to
our cart, we borrowed two more from the stables, and emptied the
treasury.  King Richard was located from the homing device that I
pinned to his garments, and he and his guard were also sleeping,
both drugged from the evening meal.  We unbarred the cell door,
and loaded him into a cart.

After lowering the drawbridge, we headed for our time transfer
zone.  But, before we moved out, we left one more reminder. 
George and his colleague had craftily arranged some incendiary
devices under the main beams of the drawbridge and the small
emergency drawbridge in the rear of the castle. As we left, we
lit the fuses and the flames engulfed the wooden bridges. Soon
the leaders would awake and helplessly discover that the kingdom
was now penniless and they were temporarily isolated.

Immediately upon arriving in the 21st century, King Richard, who
was still sleeping, was washed and de-loused. After an IV with
sedatives, he would continue to sleep through the whole
experience.  A jet was waiting for us to transport us from the
Mediterranean area back to England.  While in the aircraft,
medical researchers took some blood samples from the king for
their studies.  When we reached the cave we used for the entry
point to Sherwood Forest, we beamed back to the twelfth century,
arriving about a day after we left!!

We took the King to Robin's camp to plan our strategy for his
return to the throne.  He had no army left and no band of loyal
supporters.  But, alas, our planning was overtaken by events. 
The news came that Prince John, having declared his half-brother
lost forever, was going to have the Archbishop crown him as the
King on the following Sunday.  We carefully planned the steps we
would take on that fateful day, considering each contingency. 
With a flair for the dramatic, we planned to disrupt the ceremony
at a critical time.  

Coronation Sunday arrived.  Posing as workmen preparing for the
ceremony, we had hidden bows and arrows in a little known alcove
in the cathedral during the week. Robin's band, supplemented by
some trusted men who were known to be loyal to King Richard,
drifted into the Cathedral as casual spectators, and, gradually,
so as not to attract attention, retrieved their weapons and took
positions along the balcony.  The King, dressed in common
clothes, found a seat with the townspeople in the rear of the
Church.

Prince John's big day had arrived.  The trumpets rang out; the
ceremony began.  Just as the Archbishop was about to place the
crown on Prince John's head, a cry rang out from the back of the
Church, 

"Make way for King Richard, the King of all England."

"Who dares interrupt this ceremony? " Prince John called out,
"Guards, seize this man."

There was a rustling sound in the balcony as King Richard,
walking down the aisle now dressed in nobleman's clothing,
pointed to the balcony.  The entire balcony was ringed with men
pointing arrows at Prince John's guards.  

The Archbishop was dumbfounded and completely confused.  Prince
John, who now recognized his half-brother, made one last futile
gesture, "You must show your birthmark."

King Richard led the Archbishop behind the curtains on the side
of the pulpit.  Shortly they returned, and the Archbishop
pronounced, 

"The King has returned, all hail the King!"

A rousing cheer went up from all but a few of spectators.  The
general populous had enough of Prince John's oppression, but
there were those who had profited handsomely and now knew their
day of reckoning was near. 

"You, my brother, will be held accountable for your actions while
I was away.  I also declare Robin of Locksley and his followers
to be free men and order that his estates be returned to him."

Within a matter of minutes, the loyalty of the King's guards and
of the general populous had been restored.  John and his
followers trembled with fear as they considered their future. 
For John, he was so near his moment of triumph when the world
almost instantly collapsed around him.  

Finally, with the large amounts of gold and jewels appropriated
from King Assaba, King Richard was able to reduce taxes and
restore normalcy.  John was exiled to France to await the death
of Richard in a battle years later and finally realize his dream
of becoming king.

Our work was done  -- it was time to return to the world of
international conflicts, budget deficits, high taxes, homeless
people, and other real problems.




 

 





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