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Subject: {ASSM} TIME TRAVEL - Episode 3
Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 20:10:13 -0500
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Attached is the third of three somewhat releted stories.


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

This is the third and final part of a trilogy.  Each part stands
alone.


Time Travel -- Episode 3

A Visit to an English Castle

I was hiking near our laboratory in central England and stopped
to rest at the ruins of a medieval castle that had not been
restored and converted to a plush hotel as many had.  The frame
of the building was in reasonably good shape, and it was still
possible to see the arrangement of the rooms.  As I rested from
my hike, I pondered what life would have been like in that castle
hundreds of years ago.

Our laboratory had developed the techniques of time travel, and I
had already made two excursions (one to Kalatot, described in
tim-tvl1), and one to Sherwood Forest, described in tim-tvl2). 
So it seemed like a good idea to make another trip.  George, my
doctor friend, also thought it was a good idea, and agreed to
accompany me.

We selected a secluded cave near the castle for our point of
entry, and, after all the preparations were made, we took the
leap through time.   We hiked over to the castle, which, except
for the sharper features of the stone, which had not been worn by
the wind and rain and the cleaner appearance, looked essentially
like the structure in the twentieth century.   

There was no moat or drawbridge so we went to the gate and
started knocking.  A servant finally answered our calls.  

"What do you want," he yelled, gruffly.  

"We are scholars who are passing through and would like to meet
the master of the house," we replied in our twentieth century
accent, which must have sounded very foreign to the servant.

"Wait here.  I will ask him,"

After a rather long wait, the master of the house, Lord Hamer,
appeared.  He questioned us in great detail about our background
and intentions, but finally accepted our story (which, of course,
was completely fabricated since he would never believe the
truth).

He gave us a quick tour of the castle, starting in the towers
where the sleeping quarters were located.  When we went into the
basement levels, we saw what looked like some prison cells in
which a man and a woman were being held.  He explained that it
was sometimes necessary to discipline the tenants who lived on
his land.  These two, not married to each other, were caught in
an act of fornication when they should have been working.  They
would be whipped and sent home.  He took us into the punishment
room, which had many of the characteristics of a torture chamber.


"This room is used by my gardener, who enjoys handling my
discipline problems," he explained.  In the room was a whipping
post, a table with ropes and a winch (a rack), and a chair with
straps to restrain the unfortunate victim.  The seat of the chair
was shaped like a modern toilet seat, and Lord Hamer explained
that his gardener liked to do unpleasant things to the person's
private parts while causing other pain such as inserting wooden
splinters under the fingernails or using thumb screws.

When we were seated in the great room, comfortably in front of
the fireplace, he explained his concerns and why he was so
suspicious of us.  

"Lord Barnett, my neighbor, is coveting this castle and the
fertile grounds that I own.  He has assembled a group of
warriors, mostly his tenants, who are camped about 30 miles south
of here.  By mobilizing my tenants, I can defeat any attack, and
he knows it.  I have some intelligence that he is seeking
reinforcements from the north.  I have heard from some loyal
friends in that area that men are being recruited to join Lord
Barnett's group in order to stage a successful attack on this
castle.  I have also heard that a young woman, accompanied by one
man for protection, is bringing a message to Lord Barnett,
describing when and where the band of mercenaries will join up
with his troop.  My men are watching every road, with
instructions to intercept the courier."

After dinner and some more conversation, our host called his
servant to show us to our rooms in the tower. The fires in the
fireplaces in each room had been started and the rooms were
comfortably warm.  We were advised that a maid would bring us
some hot water for bathing.

Soon, a young woman arrived with a basin of hot water and
announced that her name was Ann.  She placed the basin on the
table and asked if there was anything else she could do for me. 
"Sir, would you like me to bath you?" she asked.  "Sure," I
replied.  

I took off my shirt and undershirt.  Ann was fascinated by the
garments, which were made in a pattern and of materials unknown
to her.  She took a cloth and gently washed my face, arms and
chest, gently massaging and slightly pinching my nipples as she
washed.  She then unbuckled my belt, and removed my trousers and
underpants.  As I stood naked before her, she continued to gently
bath me, quickly drying me off as she went so I wouldn't get too
chilled.  She was intrigued by my circumcised penis (which was
now standing fully erect), and gently massaged it until I thought
I would explode.  

Ann then took my hand and moved it to her breast, slipping it
under the top of her blouse.  It wasn't long before Ann was also
completely naked, and I could enjoy the sight of her full breasts
and slim body illuminated by the numerous candles and open
fireplace.  The next thought that I had was of the poor couple in
the dungeon awaiting their punishment for what we were about to
do, but then I realized that there were different standards for
different folks.

Ann was great in bed.  She guided my hands all over her body, and
I spent considerable time exploring and massaging her clit as she
quivered all over.  Finally as I worked my stiff rod into her
warm, wet opening, she moaned in ecstasy.  As I gently pumped, we
both reached an explosive climax at once.  

Soon, she arose, got the wet cloth from the basin and bathed my
genitals some more.  Then she dressed, took the basin and left. 
I found out the next morning that George, in the next room, had a
similar experience.

During the following morning, George and I had a chance to take a
leisurely stroll over the estate, walking over the same lands
that we had hiked a number of centuries later.  It was
interesting seeing these lands before they had been so
extensively cleared.  

When we returned, we found that there were two new guests.  The
man had been sent out to join the servants.   The woman (who was
suspected of being the courier) was being treated like an invited
guest, and Lord Hamer was preparing to take her on a tour of the
castle.  He invited us along.  

We started the tour with the tower, and Lord Hamer showed his
guest the room that would be prepared for her that night.  "Oh
no," she exclaimed, "I must continue my trip."

Lord Hamer had arranged the tour so that the unfortunate couple
who were held in the dungeon would be punished during the visit
to the punishment room.  The young girl (a pretty lass) was
striped naked and her hands were tied around the whipping post,
high above her head.  Her back, buttocks, and legs had red
stripes where the lash had struck.  She screamed loudly with each
stroke.  The man was tied to the rack (although he was not under
any significant tension) where he could clearly hear each of his
partner's bloodcurdling screams, knowing he would be next at the
whipping post.  He was also naked, and his legs were spread
slightly, providing easy access to his private parts.  Lord Hamer
picked up a round stick about 2 inches in diameter and handed it
to his guest.  Pointing to the man's testicles, he said, "Would
you like to give them a whack?"  Both George and I cringed at the
thought, but she declined and we went back upstairs.

During lunch, Lord Hamer questioned his guest (whose name was
Marilyn) about where she was from, her destination, the purpose
of the trip, etc.  It was hard to tell what was the truth and
what was fabricated.  

After lunch, we gathered in the sitting room.  Lord Hamer
addressed Marilyn, "I have reason to believe that you are
carrying a message to Lord Barnett.  During lunch, my servants
have thoroughly searched your saddlebags and other belongings and
even your saddle.  They did not find anything.  So all that is
remaining is to search your clothing, and if necessary, your
body.  You can avoid this by telling us the truth right now."  

Marilyn paused briefly before answering, making me think that
Lord Hamer was correct.  Then with theatrical feeling, she said,
"Sir, I resent your implications and I refuse to submit to any
search!" 

Lord Hamer replied, "This is your last chance.  If you cooperate
fully, you will be treated as an honored guest.  If you fail to
cooperate, and we in fact find that you have not been truthful,
you may end up downstairs."  

Marilyn replied, "I repeat, I refuse to submit to any search."

With that, Lord Hamer motioned to three servants standing by the
wall.  The men carried her down to the special punishment room,
and then two of the men held her firmly, while the third, none
too gently, removed her clothes.  "Your clothes will be
thoroughly searched," he said to her.  Then, to the men holding
her, "Put her on the table and hold her legs apart."

There are only two body cavities on the female that are
reasonable hiding places, and Lord Hamer proceeded to examine
both.  With Marilyn shouting protests. He first rammed his finger
into her vagina and moved it around, satisfying himself that
there was nothing hidden there. Then the finger went into her
anus, again moving around.  "Ah hah," he exclaimed.  Would one of
you like to see if you feel what I felt?"  George, who as a
doctor has examined a number of lower intestines, pulled a rubber
glove over his hand, added some lubricant, and conducted his
examination.  "There is definitely something there that is not
normal."  

"Now the problem is to get it out," Lord Hamer said.  

"I think I may be able to help you there," George said.  He went
to his bag and withdrew a prepackaged enema and proceeded to not
so gently insert it into her anus.  After squeezing out the
contents, he withdrew the bottle, unscrewed the cap and filled it
with water.  Then he handed it to me so I could have the pleasure
of administering a second enema.  I inserted it into Marilyn's
anus, and wiggled it around a bit before squeezing out the
liquid.  Lord Hamer administered a third shot of liquid.  Then
two servants took her off of the table, and she was secured to
the chair that resembled a toilet seat.

Marilyn had stopped protesting at this point; she was
concentrating on not losing bowel control.  Suddenly, without
warning, Lord Hamer jammed a wooden splinter under a fingernail.
With the shock came a scream, and the contents of the lower bowel
came spewing out, including a piece of paper, which had been
encapsulated in sealing wax to protect it.  In addition, the seal
on the wax was distinctive and provided a measure of
authentication.  

"Let's melt the wax and retrieve the message," Lord Hamer said. 
"Wait," George said, and mixed a small amount of plaster of Paris
from his bag.  After cleaning the wax, George took an impression
of the seal, and Lord Hamer proceeded to melt the wax away.  

The message stated that Lord Barnett's reinforcements would
arrive four days from now at the location where his men were now
camped.  This was on the edge of Lord Barnett's property, about
30 miles due south of us.  Lord Hamer decided that a slightly
different message should be delivered, and one his servants was
recruited to make the delivery.  The new message indicated that
the rendezvous would take place at a different location about 20
miles east of our location.  This made a lot of sense, because it
was closer to us (the target) and closer for the troops arriving
from the north.  To get there would be a day's march for Lord
Barnett's group through a fairly dense forest.  Lord Hamer's men
would be waiting in the forest.  When the troops from the north
arrived, there would be no one there, and they would probably get
tired of waiting and go home.  The message was prepared, and
covered with sealing wax.  George's plaster of Paris impression
was used to transfer the seal to the warm wax.

Lord Hamer returned to the basement room where Marilyn still sat
in the chair, shivering from the chill of the room.  She looked
totally defeated.  "Let me explain your situation," Lord Hamer
said.  "We plan to deliver your message.  If there are no
problems delivering it, you will be released, unharmed, to return
home in a few days, after the fighting, if any, is over.  If
there is a problem with my courier, I shall turn you over to my
gardener, who built this room, to do whatever he likes with you.
That would not be pleasant.  Now, you must answer a few questions
truthfully.  If you like, I can help you with some more of these
wooden splinters under your fingernails.  First, has Lord Barnett
ever seen you?"

Marilyn, who by now was resigned to her fate, replied, "No."

"Was there a particular phrase or greeting you were to use?"  

"Yes.  The storm clouds rise to the west."

"Is there anything else that could jeopardize the mission? 
Remember, your life depends on the successful delivery of this
message."

She thought for a minute, "Your messenger should wear a red
scarf.  That's all I know of."

Marilyn was untied and given back her clothes (except for the red
scarf).  As if to reinforce the validity of Lord Hamer's promise,
she was taken to the guest room in the tower and locked in rather
than being kept in the dungeon.  The manservant who accompanied
her, however, was housed in the dungeon.

The substitute courier was briefed, and it was planned that I
would accompany her the following day. Lord Hamer would be
planning the ambush.  

The courier and I left for Lord Barnett's camp as planned.  Upon
arrival the courier identified herself as Marilyn and delivered
the message without incident.  I was continually evaluating the
situation, ready to step in with my tranquilizer darts if the
courier got into trouble.  I was also assessing the strength and
general appearance of Lord Barnett's forces.  The courier
declined Lord Barnett's invitation to remain overnight, pleading
a need to return to an Inn where she had a room prepared, and we
returned to Lord Hamer's castle.

It had been a long and hard day.  I was looking forward to
relaxing in my tower room.  A different maid brought my bath on
this night.  She was a petite young woman with small, but sharply
pointed breasts which appeared to be unrestrained.  She caught me
staring at them, and before I could say anything, she reached for
my hand and placed it directly on the firm tit.  "I wanted to
bath you tonight because I had heard about your unusual peter and
I wanted to see, and play with, it."  She started massaging my
cock right through my pants.  "I suppose I should bath you first
before the water gets cold, though," she said reluctantly.  With
her help, my clothes were off in a flash, and her eyes went right
to my penis, which was standing at full attention.  Her fingers
lightly ran around the rim.  Before she started bathing me, her
clothes came off, too, revealing those firm, sharp breasts and
the little puff of hair above her crotch.  

After the bath, we lay on the bed, gently exploring every nook
and cranny of each other's bodies.  I lightly massaged her clit
while she continued her fascination with my circumcised penis. 
After I slipped it into her warm, moist vagina, we both actively
twisted, wiggled and pumped until I exploded with a jet of liquid
and she hit a new high of pleasure.

On the following day, Lord Hamer's plan went into action.  Lord
Barnett's men were marching from their old camp to the new
location.  Their route took them through a dense forest where the
trees had essentially covered the very narrow road.  Lord Hamer
had obtained a fishing net from some fishermen at the nearby
shore and spread the net just below the canopy of tree limbs so
that it would not be easily visible.  As the column of men passed
through the forested section, Lord Hamer waited patiently until
the leaders, including Lord Barnett, had passed.  Then the net
was dropped, and Lord Hamer's men immediately approached the
struggling group with their swords drawn.  Simultaneously, I
fired tranquilizer darts at Lord Barnett and the column leaders,
who fell from their horses.  Seeing their leaders incapacitated
and captured, and themselves tangled in a net, the men quickly
gave up.  

Lord Hamer stripped the captured warriors (who were mostly tenant
farmers on Lord Barnett's property) of their weapons and sent
them home.  I suspect the two Lords had a lot of negotiating to
do; I have no idea of the outcome.  In the meantime, Marilyn was
released and sent to tell the arriving mercenaries to return home
- the battle was over.  Some of the money that Lord Barnett
carried was delivered to the mercenaries to discourage them from
attempting to sack local residents.

I decided that we should leave at this point and return to our
own time.  Lord Hamer thanked us for our help, and we wished him
well in defending his property against future predators.

It had been an interesting experience, and I often go out to the
ruins of the castle and remember how it was then.  




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