Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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It was three AM as wemade our way slowly through the moonless night. There were the same four of us, Nina, Sabine, Fritz and myself. We had trained for almost a week for this night, and now we just hoped that we were ready for it. Although we had flashlights, we didn't dare to turn them on but instead relied on Fritz, who led the way, to warn us of any obstacles that might be in our way. We didn't expect any because we had made a very thorough reconnoiter and knew the way to the monastery by heart.
Suddenly, we heard Fritz mutter something under his breath that could be interpreted as a dirty word, and I understood that he had reached the wall. I carefully made my way up to him.
"Do you know exactly where we are?" I whispered.
"Not yet. I'll look, or rather feel, for the stone now. It must be this way," he whispered back and I heard his voice trail off a little as he moved to our left along the wall. "No, must have turned the wrong way... No, wait a minute... Yes, here it is!"
We had been here the previous night and placed a stone directly under the point of the wall where we wanted to mount our assault. This was where I would aim when I threw the grappling hook up and hopefully made it stick. I had to take four long steps out away from the wall and from there, throw the hook up. I warned the others and heard them move away, giving me room to work. I swung the hook in wider and wider circles, then let it go. With only a light grip on the coiled rope, I could feel that it ran out smoothly. For a while, I thought I had succeeded on my first try, but then I heard a clatter as the hook fell back down along the stone wall. I coiled the rope up in my hand once more and threw it again. It wasn't until my fifth try that the hook connected and caught the top of the wall. I tested the security of the hook's bite in the wall's material by putting my entire weight on the rope. Once I was sure the hook would hold I called Fritz over, since he would be the first to climb the rope, secure a rope-ladder and throw it down so that the rest of us would be able to get up with all the equipment we carried.
A short while later, the end of the ladder landed on the ground and Nina started to ascend. Once we heard her signal us with a low hiss, Sabine started her journey upwards, then it was my turn. Soon, we stood together on the narrow balcony that ran along the length of the wall, catching our breath. While we rested there, all of us breathing rather heavily, I took the opportunity to look around. There were lights on in a couple of windows, most of them on the ground floor but others were scattered all over the wall. Obviously, not everyone was asleep as we had hoped that they would be. As we made our way silently along the balcony, we kept as close to the wall as we could. We didn't know how wide it was and, of course, didn't want to fall off. It was, after all, eight or ten meters to the ground.
After moving slowly for twenty meters, we could feel that the surface underfoot had changed.
"Wait," Nina whispered. We heard her take her rucksack off and rummage around in it, and shortly thereafter we heard a soft 'click'. A thin beam of light shot out onto the floor for a few seconds, long enough for us to see that we had reached a staircase. We crept down it and soon stood in the courtyard, our backs pressed against the wall.
"I think it is my turn to have a look around," I whispered, put my rucksack on the ground and walked across the yard to the nearest lit window. I peeked inside and saw a monk sitting by a table, reading a book by candlelight. No one else was in the room so I continued along the wall till I came to a door. I pressed down on the door handle and the door opened. I took a peek inside and saw a long, sparsely lit hallway before I closed the door and went back to the stairs where my three companions waited for me. I told them about the door, and we decided that we should try to see where it led.
I entered first and held the door for the others. When we came into the lighted area, I found it funny to see three rucksacks floating in the air and smiled despite the graveness of the situation. We were, after all, on unfamiliar ground here. We didn't know whether this actually was the place where the other Time Traveler lived, nor did we know whether he, or she, were a violent person or what actions he would take if we were discovered.
We followed the hallway to a large room, which contained several doors which must lead to other rooms or corridors that we did not have time to explore tonight. In addition to the doors; however, the room contained something of much greater interest; two stairways, one that went up, and another that led down.
"Where do you think it would be most likely for him to hide a Time Machine," Fritz asked in a whisper. "On a top floor or in the cellar?"
"Cellar!" The rest of us chorused.
"OK, the cellar it is then," Fritz said and I saw his rucksack float away to the stairs that led downward. The rest of us followed his lead, me bringing up the rear. At the foot of the stairs was a small room with three doors. I walked over and opened the one on the left and looked in. There was a row of doors that led into cells. Swiftly I walked down the corridor, checking each cell. In each cell, a person lay sleeping on a bunk. Wherever there were prisoners, there had to be a warden, I thought. I told the others to be on the lookout for the warden, then opened the door in the middle. This corridor was also full of doors that led into cells. Maybe we had been mistaken about the castle. Maybe it wasn't a monastery, but a prison.
Fritz followed me inside while the women sat and rested while they could.
"Do you think this is a prison and not a monastery?" I asked Fritz.
"Everything we saw earlier suggests that it is a monastery," he said.
"But why all the prisoners then?"
"I really don't know. Maybe it is something they do on the side. You know, convert the sinners."
"We could free them."
"I don't think so. We don't know why they are here. They could all be murderers as far as we know, and in that case we don't want to let them loose on the public, do we? But that can be used as a back up plan... if everything goes wrong, we could free them. Maybe that would give us enough time to get away."
Behind the last door, there was also a row of doors, but these weren't prison doors. These were just ordinary doors, maybe a little sturdier. I walked over to the first one, opened it slowly and peeked inside. It was some sort of torture-chamber! Thankfully it was empty, but many hideous tools were lying around everywhere, and I shivered just thinking about the poor devil that was subjected to these devices. Fritz must have looked over my shoulder because I could hear him curse silently. Someone pushed me aside, and then I heard Nina murmur her disgust, and Sabine thereafter.
"Let's have a look in the other rooms, too," Nina said anxiously. We spread out, opening doors as we went. All of them proved to be empty, and I silently drew a breath of relief at that. It was I who opened the last door, and suddenly I was staring straight at a widely spread vagina!
Because it was an extremely unexpected sight, it took me a while to realize what it was I was looking at. Then I let my eyes travel a little higher, along the woman's body, noticing the high breasts and the delicate face. I took a step inside, and I saw that it was a young girl, laying with her legs spread wide on a y-shaped table; her arms restrained straight above her head, her ankles cruelly chained to each arm of the Y.
"Oh my God!" I heard Sabine exclaim angrily as she saw the figure on the table.
"I doubt that this girl is a murderess," I whispered to Fritz.
"I agree. That is very doubtful."
"Shall we free her? We must!"
"OK. But, it will cause a lot of trouble. Where will she go when she's freed?"
"Home with us if she wants to, but I think anywhere would be better than this."
"OK. I can see that it is some sort of mechanical rack," Fritz observed. Just as he said this, a clonking was heard and the girl emitted a long, drawn out moan. We could see how the arms of the 'y' widened, and her legs were forced another centimeter apart, her arms stretched even higher. "I wonder how long an interval there is between each... stretch?"
"I don't think she cares; I know that I don't."
Suddenly I couldn't stop myself. Whether it was that I thought it would take her mind off her obvious pain, or if it were sheer egotism I don't know even today but I stretched my hand out to her and let my finger gently stroke the length of her spread pussy lips, lightly as a feather. She tried to jerk away from my touch, but the muscles in her body were so tightly stretched that it was impossible. Her eyes that up till now had been closed tightly, flew open and she tried to look down between her legs to see what was touching her. As she couldn't raise her head, which was secured to a headboard with a leather strap, she wasn't able to see what had happened. Even if she had been able to look down properly, she would have only seen our rucksacks.
"I'll see if I can stop the mechanism," Fritz volunteered.
"I'll hold her hand, letting her know that we are here to help her and that she's not alone," Nina said.
"Wait! Take off your rucksacks first, we don't want to scare her to death now when rescue is so close, and Sabine, you keep an eye out for anyone coming this way."
Soon, three rucksacks stood by the side of the door and the forth hovered in the doorway.
Suddenly, the girl's eyes looked askance towards her hand and I understood that Nina was now holding her hand. This left me with nothing to do so I concentrated on the defenseless pussy in front of me. Again, I reached out and stroked my finger along the slit. It was dry, and I imagined that it couldn't be comfortable, considering the state she was in. There was no time between thought and deed as I bent my head down and slowly ran my moist tongue along the length of the dry pussy. A low moan escaped the girl's throat again. Another lick, another moan, but my tongue deposited some moisture on her dryness, and even transferred some flavor to my taste buds. A fresh seawater taste, mixed with some urine. When I glanced down at the floor, I could see that it was a little damp and realized that she had pissed on it. This made me wonder how long she had been tied to this mechanism.
Soon, I was lapping the cunt as a kitten would lap milk out of a platter and she got wetter and wetter. I stopped for a while and looked up at her. She lay there with her eyes closed. Her tongue flicked over her dry lips.
"Water," I whispered to Nina.
I heard the clinking of porcelain and understood that Nina was looking through the pots that stood on a table by the wall. Then one pot floated through the air, hovered over the girls face and a few drops of water dripped down onto her dry lips. She licked the drops eagerly. Another couple of drops fell on her tongue as she stretched it out to get to a little wetness on her upper lip. All the while her eyes remained tightly shut. I don't think she dared to look up, afraid that the dream might go away.
I started my licking again as it seemed to do the trick in soothing her, and as soon as my tongue found the little clit, her eyes again shot open. When she saw the floating pot just centimeters above her face, she cried out in terror. I saw the impression made by Nina's fingers as she pushed them down on the girls mouth to silence her.
"Ssss," she hissed, with eyes so full of fear that I almost wept. She just continued to stare out into space.
Suddenly, I heard the 'Y' snap back the centimeter that it had stretched just a moment ago and realized that Fritz had managed to reverse the mechanism controlling table's action. Again the girl moaned, if it were because of the relief or my licking I don't know. A while later the 'Y' again surrendered another centimeter and it was rewarded by another moan. Again, it coincided with my finding her clit, which had swollen quite noticeably. I lifted my head and took another look at the pussy in front of me. The hair was black, so black that it almost shimmered dark blue in the dim light. The mound was high and completely covered by the hair, but not so thick that you couldn't see the skin underneath. I also noticed that the inner lips were so thin that I had missed them during my first inspection, and they lie so close to the fat, outer lips, that they almost seemed to be part of them.
Her stomach was flat and taut, maybe because of the position she was in, her navel deep and narrow, her breasts couldn't resist standing straight up even though she was stretched almost as much as a human body could bear. Two small nipples perched atop oval aureoles, as darkly red as the surrounding flesh was white and waxy.
I observed her firm jaw line, well-defined chin, full red lips, long straight nose and wide set eyes, which, as I had noticed earlier, were a dark, lustrous brown. All in all, she looked nothing like any of the women in our two families. As I watched her, she moaned a little again for no obvious reason.
"Robert," Nina hissed.
"Yes dear?"
"Have you stopped... umm... molesting her?"
"Molesting?" I asked innocently.
"Darling, I know you and I know what the Machine does to one's hormones. So whatever you did to this poor child, just keep doing it. She forgot her pain while when you did... whatever it was... to her. And I think I know what it was."
Now, with the blessing from my wife, I could pay the victim my undivided attention and I went to work again.
Slowly, too slow for my liking, the 'y' closed, centimeter by centimeter, and with each little slackening of her stretched body the girl moaned another little moan of relief. It must have been ten minutes before the gap between her legs narrowed enough for her to raise her butt off the hard wooden surface to meet my attacking tongue. After that her little ass bounced up and down in eager wantonness, her moans of relief now mixed with moans of lust. My own lusts built up as well. Finally, I could contain myself no longer. I stood, aimed my throbbing cock at the target she presented and placed the tip of it against her spread cunt. Her eyes were shut tightly and when I slowly let my cock enter her tight but now very wet cunt, her moans altered and took shape, I could even make out a few words.
"Mon dieu. Oh mon dieu," she gasped as my cock pried her cunt open. Judging by the tightness I encountered, it was the first time anything had ever been inserted into it. Her hips lay absolutely still on the table while I slowly worked myself deeper and deeper inside. When I, after a long while, was totally buried in her, she sighed a contented little sigh and her eyes slowly opened. She again looked around her, trying to look down her body.
"Can't you get the head restraint off her?" I whispered to Nina.
"Not yet. It's connected to the rack, so it will need to retract another couple of centimeters, but it's getting close so you'd better hurry," she added a little sarcastically.
"Doing my best my dear, doing my best."
I heard a little sarcastic snicker at this and the girl's eyes tried to focus on the person standing beside her.
"Oooh mon dieu," she repeated as I started to thrust slowly into her. I don't think that I had made more then about a dozen thrusts when I felt her pussy walls clamp down hard on my shaft and even more wetness made her cunt so slippery that it overflowed and ran down the crack between her spread ass cheeks. I wasn't worried that her moans would attract any attention by themselves, whoever heard them would think that it was only because the machine was doing its work on her. What could have been a source of worry though was the rather strong musky smell that started to fill the room. At almost the same time as the chains that stretched her body slackened, my own climax came rushing though my cock and I erupted inside her. She wailed so loudly that Nina had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle the cry. I was too preoccupied by the tingling sensation of my orgasm, combined with the girl's cunt dancing wildly around my cock, to pay any attention to this. I just noted it in passing.
As soon as her cries had fallen silent, Nina started to undo the girl from her shackles, starting with her head and then her arms. I thought that the girl would let her arms fall to her side as soon as they were freed, but she let them stay in the same position. Nina must have seen this, because I saw one arm slowly being lifted, then being pushed down towards her side. However, at the first movement of the arm, the girl cried out again, this time not in lust but in agony. The muscles and the joints must have been stretched to their limit when we arrived and were now aching so badly that she couldn't move them.
I understood that the same would apply to her legs, maybe even worse because they had been forced apart so cruelly and to such an extent that I doubted that much blood was circulating yet. I loosened the chain around her left leg first, then I slowly massaged her hips, relieving the tension and encouraging the blood to flow again. After a while I freed her other leg and massaged that too for a while. By now Nina had her arms down by her side. I watched as she flexed her hands, trying to get some life and feeling back into them.
"We have to search for the Machines," I suddenly heard Fritz voice, close to my ear. "Let the women take care of her for now."
"OK, but let's move her into another room first. That way, if anyone comes down to check on her, they may be fooled into believing that she has fled and will search outside first."
Very carefully, all four of us moved her to the room across the hallway and eased her down on the floor. The women started to work on her as she lay almost at attention, her arms held stiffly at her sides and her legs tightly pressed together.
Fritz and I retrieved our rucksacks and went in search of the Machines.
"Were do you think they could be hidden if they are not down here?" I asked.
"I don't know. Let's have a look around."
"Shall be split up or go together?"
Fritz thought about that for so long that I was about to ask the question again.
"There are advantages both ways. If we stay together we'll be safer, but if we split up we'll be quicker. I think quicker is better. I don't like it here."
"Me neither. Split we'll do then. I'll go outside, and you can take the first floor, shall we meet in... what, ten minutes by the stairs?"
"OK, ten minutes will give us enough time to look around. Don't do anything on your own though."
"That goes for you too."
I walked around the building, which was a little closer to the back wall than to the front, to see if there were any shed or outbuilding that could hide the two Machines. We had to assume that Fritz's Machine was here as well. The only other building I could see, besides the stables, was a chapel. I peeked inside, saw that it was empty and let it at that. The ten minutes had passed, and I went back to meet Fritz. I had to wait for him for a couple of minutes. He came down the big stairs, saw my rucksack, and approached me.
"Nothing," he said laconically.
"Also nothing," I answered.
"Can we really be that wrong?"
"It seems so."
"No sheds... no nothing?"
"No nothing... well there is a chapel... You don't think... ? Wait a minute. Of course, what better place to hide something from nosy monks than the chapel? It must be there!"
"Yes! Lets go over there at once."
"Wait. We have to get the women to safety first. It'll only take a couple of minutes," I almost begged.
"Yes. Yes, sorry I got a little too excited."
"No problem. I know how you feel. I want to get the bastard too."
We returned to the women and, when we opened the door; the girl looked at it with the sheerest fear in her eyes that I had ever seen in a human.
"Shush, shush, it's OK." The women must have noticed it too because both of them talked soothingly to her simultaneously. "It's only Fritz and Robert."
"We will get you of here," I said as soothingly as I could. "Does she understand English?"
"No. We have talked a little to her in French, but she isn't very easy to understand. The version of French she speaks seems to be very primitive, as though she learned it centuries ago."
I thought that I knew her better than anyone else, I had after all fucked the poor girl, well not a poor girl because I had fucked her but because of what she had suffered, so I walked over to her. Her frightened eyes never let my rucksack out of her sight as I kneeled down beside her.
"It's OK. Everything will be OK. I am Robert," I said to her and took her hand in mine as I mimicked Jane's action when she had introduced herself to Tarzan, repeating "My name is Robert," as I laid her hand on my naked chest.
She looked at me, or rather at my rucksack, and tears welled up and overflowed her eyes.
"Robear," she said in French. "Mon petit frére, pouvre Robear."
I didn't get what she said but repeated the action and the words. This time Sabine translated the words for her.
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