SEVERUSMAX
08-21-2012, 01:52 AM
I didn't really understand how I got there, but I certainly preferred my new surroundings. One minute, I was just a high school principal, counseling and correcting the students. Suddenly, however, I found myself in a clearing of an unknown forest, breathing in the pollen of the flowers. To my relief, my allergies didn't trouble me at all.
My clothes were still the same, and I felt rather sweaty, so I took a chance and disrobed to enjoy Nature in all of its pure grandeur. I hadn't skinny-dipped in ages, but this didn't feel wrong or out of place. In fact, it seemed like almost a compulsion for me, to discard my modern clothing in what my instincts told me was a world of magic and not so much of machinery.
I felt perfectly relaxed and soothed by the cool stream until I heard some giggling that obviously didn't come from a man. I turned and faced a woman clad in nothing but a tunic, which she promptly cast aside to join me without asking if I minded her company. Perhaps she knew that I wouldn't object, given her golden beauty and playful eyes. She certainly didn't make me want to flee my place, nor did I feel embarrassed at my state of undress in the presence of a stranger, despite any knee-jerk reactions instilled by my upbringing.
"Well, sir, are you going to take me or not? This is the mating stream, after all," she startled me with her blunt question.
"Your people copulate in this creek often? Well, I don't wish to offend your customs, and you are a beautiful woman, so yes," I agreed, barely finishing my statement before she closed the distance between us and kissed me on the lips.
"Yes, sir. My tribe considers this water sacred and sets it aside for a single purpose. That is to ravish a woman. Being the only woman currently in the stream, that gives you only one choice, namely me," the lady explained, as she knelt in the refreshing creek and began to suck my prick.
"This is a common practice in your land, to perform such favors for strange men who happen to enter your streams and rivers and skinny-dip there? If so, where has this place been all of my life?" I teased her, though I could tell that she wasn't easily offended.
On the contrary, the blonde started to kiss my entire body, and then proceeded to envelop me with her smooth legs. She grasped my cock and pulled it into her pussy, apparently not requiring much lubrication in the waters of the spring. I decided that it was time to take the initiative, so I thrust in and out of her, asserting some control over the act at last.
Instead of complaining that I had been too aggressive, as my ex did, this woman responded to me with more eager kisses and the caress of her silky hands on my back. I couldn't believe my situation, but I wasn't ready to awaken, if this was indeed a dream. Who would wish to leave a world, even imaginary, where a complete unknown woman would throw herself at a man like me, just because I set foot in a particular stream?
I had to admit that she was the best lover I had known in my thirty years of life. I didn't know her name, but she had my ex-wife and my ex-girlfriends all beat by a country mile or two. Her cunt was delectably tight and warm, her breasts were a decent size but hardly enormous, and I could feel her cool and delicious buttocks in my hands without being able to cup them.
More to the point for me, this mysterious blonde was an enthusiast for sex for its own sake. She welcomed me with an astounding degree of pleasure and excitement in both my body and the act itself. She certainly made it clear that she lusted for me without any apology or shame.
I got the distinct idea that her tribe had no taboos against casual mating, and that therefore she enjoyed sexual congress with such innocence and bliss that I was embarrassed to think of how my own civilization treated women like her. If this was a wanton woman, then the society into I was born could learn from such women. I also knew that I didn't ever wish leave this wonderful world.
"Well, sir, how was I?" the girl asked me at last. She seemed eager to make sure that I enjoyed myself.
"You were actually my best lover yet. I swear to God. Then again, my previous lovers lacked your exuberance," I answered candidly.
"Why wouldn't anyone get excited about coupling? It's not only a pleasure; it's a sacred act. The gods ordained it for many good reasons. Are your people unaware of this?" she inquired, truly bewildered at the notion of anyone being less than happy with the act of physical intimacy.
"You could say that, for many of them. Many of them view it as a dirty and disgusting practice that should only be used for procreation and only within marriage," I explained caustically, tending to agree more with my new companion than with many folks in my own world.
"That is silly. There is a lot more to the act than simply conception. Do these people then condemn the penetration of the mouth and the bottom? What about licking the woman's sex? Do they know what they are missing? I do not wish to offend you, sir, but your tribe's customs are strange and primitive, if you ask me," she observed with some disdain.
"I agree, of course, but there are many who would look down on your tribe for being so promiscuous. Some would judge the men more harshly, some the women, but both would consider it a weakness," I added with some scorn of my own.
"I can only imagine that your society is full of hatred, frustration, and mistrust, if you ask me. Why don't we change topics, if you don't mind? I'd like to think of something more pleasant, like another romp. What do you think about that? Want more of me, or do you need more rest?" she teased me.
"I think that by now I have a second wind. Do you want to do this here, or do we need to be in the mating stream?" I asked her, not sure if that was required.
"Here is perfectly fine. The stream just makes it mandatory. Elsewhere, it's purely optional. Mind you, it's an option that I take whenever I can," she answered, raising her ass and lowering her face into the sheet that she lay down for sexual congress.
"Which orifice is readier?" I inquired, somewhat playfully.
"My sex, of course. But if you want my bottom, I ask only that you use one of these oils to prepare it. Otherwise, I don't care. Well, I do a little, but only because I really wish to have your child first," she informed me.
"Well, when you put it that way," I laughed, as I slid my cock back inside her dripping cunt.
I must have fucked her another good hour this time. We didn't just try it in that position, either. I pounded her pussy missionary-style and cowgirl-style as well. Hell, I even rammed her in the reverse cowgirl position. She didn't complain, either. This blonde evidently wanted to make me return to her bed someday.
"Oh, yes, lover! Take me! Knock me up!" she pleaded with me, clearly wanting me to go deeper and release my seed into her womb.
I wasn't exhausted, either. I felt invigorated from all of the sexual energy of this place. It seemed perfectly normal to plunge my hard dick repeatedly into this strange woman's depths. I couldn't think of anything but sexual congress with the blonde in front of me. She had my full attention this time.
I also enjoyed her kisses almost constantly whenever she faced me. This stranger couldn't keep her hands or lips off me at all. She bit me a couple of times, but only in a light and erotic manner. She certainly didn't draw blood. After all, most of that appeared to have gone south.
I naturally wondered when she would come up for air. I did my fair share of kissing during this coupling, but my new companion was a hundred times as frisky. Her mouth was as hot and sensual as her pussy. Her skin still felt like soft satin or silk against mine. Her smooth ass felt as if it belonged in my hands, and she even reacted with ecstasy when I spanked her playfully. In fact, she climaxed that time.
"Yes, spank my bottom while you ravish me! I'm your woman now. I belong to you. Take me! Fill me with your seed!" she screamed as I swatted her cheeks and slammed my cock into her pussy.
I managed to get a couple of additional swats in before I exploded inside her moist cunt. The blonde, by now on all fours again, waited for me to pull out, and then gave me a lip lock that showed abundant gratitude on her part.
"I meant my words, sir. By the customs of my tribe, I am now yours. I am fertile today, and you made me conceive a child," she declared with a smile.
"A child? Is that how I possess you? What do you mean that I own you?" I inquired.
Before she could answer, however, I found myself back at my old, familiar desk. Thankfully, I was clothed again. A naked principal could be quite embarrassed at a high school. I just hoped that it wasn't just some sweet dream that I must forget. I really wished that I would return and that the blonde would understand that I didn't mean to vanish. I couldn't be sure of anything, however.
I was done with the day, having signed out and headed to my Ford Ranger, when I found myself once more in the strange world that I had left earlier. This time, however, there was no blonde with charming, sensual ways and erotic traditions. Instead, I was deep inside the same forest, looking a stag in the face. He and I seemed to understand each other. I wasn't hungry, so he was in no danger of my hunting him, even if I had a weapon. It was a stare that told each that the other was no threat.
Just then, he fled past me, being chased by someone who clearly didn't know the first thing about wild game. I stood there with some amusement, when a surly youth in a fancy shirt and trousers ran past me. He was evidently annoyed that the stag had gotten away from him so far. He carried a spear and wore a knife at his side in a bronze sheath that looked bit too ornate for these surroundings. He was clean-shaven, perfumed, and long-haired. His golden locks reminded me of the woman, but his eyes resembled those of some of my more troublesome students. He wore no cap, but plenty of jewelry ... too much for a simple woodsman.
Everything about this young man screamed that he was a difficult and petulant fellow. He looked at me with a kind of disgust, as if he expected me to aid him and was disappointed at my inaction. It soon became apparent that he wasn't alone. There were other hunters with him, all of them much older and obviously more experienced at the chase. They tended to be sandy-haired and have bright blue eyes, with rougher and more practical clothing and weapons.
"You, what are you doing here? Poacher!" the young man shouted at me, having decided that I was up to no good.
"Do you see a weapon on me, young man? No, of course not! So, then being unarmed, how can I be a poacher? With what would I poach anything? What would I poach, other than maybe eggs, and I lack even the tools for that," I quipped, mocking his accusation.
"You must have hidden your weapons when you saw your baron, then!" the youth shrieked at me.
"Baron, what baron did I see? The Red Baron, perhaps?" I cleverly alluded to the famous German pilot, knowing that he never heard of him.
"I am Baron Lorne, the lord of these woods. All folk in this forest, save for those primitive Fair Tribe savages, pay tribute and do homage to me here. None may poach on my lands, though those fools do not listen to my laws. You, however, should be flogged for your defiance and ridicule of your betters. Guards, seize him!" the youth commanded his companions.
I quite naturally fled in the other direction, hoping to find the blonde and her tribe. What did he call them, the Fair Tribe? That fit them, for sure. I liked them even more now for their refusal to bow to this rash young nobleman. Being a much better woodsman than the baron, I quickly created some distance from this hunting party, of which I was now the prey.
It wasn't long until I was on a plain, indicating that the forest faced at least three different lands. In front of me was a large building, quite visible from far away, with two stories and much austere and simple beauty. It reminded me of medieval monasteries, of which it might well be one.
As I came closer, I noted that it looked abandoned and completely empty. This struck me as more than odd. Why would such a fine structure be left to decay? There was ever indication that it once hosted great men and witnessed great happenings, but now it was almost forgotten. I decided that this would be my home, for the moment at least. There was no sense in wasting such a fine house, which would make the nucleus of a great estate.
That thought assumed, of course, that I was stuck here. I hoped not, as it would mean losing my job as a principal, but if I was, I might as well get used to the place, whatever it was called. I investigated my "keep", as I now regarded it, and learned that it was indeed once the stronghold, of sorts, or at least the manor house of a presumably respectable lord. It had all of the markings of nobility.
I could read the books, though they were not in English. I now realized that I could speak and understand another language, even if it bore some parallels to my native tongue. I had wondered why these people spoke English; now I knew that they didn't and I was very much a stranger in a foreign land. No wonder that they assumed that I was from this world, though they probably regarded my accent as alien and exotic, just as they seemed to have accents to me.
I reviewed all of what I had learned about this unknown world, and realized that I still knew very little. There was something medieval about this place, in that there were barons, lords, "primitive" tribesmen, manor houses, poachers, foresters, etc. The technology was clearly rather anachronistic, but I didn't mind, as I didn't have medications that required me to live in the modern world. My cousin Jerry would have been less able to cope here, due to his diabetes.
As I took stock of my new habitat, I heard voices and footsteps approaching, apparently from someone who wasn't aware of my presence. I decided to be quiet and eavesdrop on them, in order to learn more of this enigmatic land. The voices became louder and quickly took on more urgent tones.
"So, do you think that the Baron will join us when we march against them? I need all of the lords of the East Realm with me in this war. The lands need to be cleared of savages, as they only draw more serfs and slaves to them by the mere fact of their existence. They also poach our game, as the Baron must surely know. The Blue Forest is his woodland, and yet they do not recompense him for their poaching of his game. The other tribes do the same. They are no good and need to be brought to heel. It is high time that we crushed and tamed them," one man's soft voice nevertheless spoke cruelly.
"Be assured that my son will align with you against these disgusting barbarians. Did you know that they mate freely, as the beasts do, without any thought of marriage or modesty? They walk in the nude, completely shameless about their state of undress. They defile that stream with their random couplings. Who knows how many of our young men and women have been seduced by their lascivious heathen ways. You have my backing in this, and you will soon have that of my son. He is willful, but I can still control him, most of the time. The Air Queen is with us as well, I am sure," a rather snobbish and haughty woman answered him.
I recalled a reference to this "Air Queen" from the books, and she seemed like a rather cruel goddess, bent upon plaguing mortals with her wrath in the form of droughts and floods. Her priests and priestesses could teach lessons in bigotry and superstition to the Spanish Inquisition. Her twin sister, the Earth Queen, was no better, but at least her clergy didn't roast live victims to appease her and punish doubters by opening their throats. The Fire King and the Water Queen were my favorites, though. He ruled the study of metallurgy and the use of fire for warmth, while she ruled fishing, swimming, and mating in the stream.
For some reason, the man's voice actually reminded me of Sheriff Stone. Funny that how works, that assholes from one world bear an eery resemblance to those of other worlds. Of course, the Sheriff never waged a genocidal war, or even plotted one, but he didn't have the opportunity, either.
I lay there rather quietly when the pair ascended the stairs and entered the now darkened room. It was evening at last, and I was still there. I really needed to return to my world and retrieve my truck, but I also wanted to learn more about this sinister plot to kill and enslave the local tribesmen. These despicable butchers were just inches away from me, and I had to be very careful, in case they saw me. I hid behind a chest and underneath some old, musty cloaks that had been left in that spot. I had to be extremely still, in case they saw or heard movements.
"We have to watch out for interlopers, such as mercenaries, outlaws, anyone with a personal grudge against one of us, or a fondness for these barbarians. They could be trouble for us, you know," the woman added.
"Naturally, but who among them would have the steel it takes to really oppose us? Trust me, we are fine. Our plans are solid. They will not go awry. Be calm. Have some confidence in your son and the other barons of East Realm. For that matter, have faith in me, as Lord Constable of the Marsh. I must put this scum down, and so I will. The Duke trusts me with such concerns, and I shall not disappoint Trevor the Pale. As you know, he does not take well to failures. The last one who achieved less than he offered ended up on a sharp stake, inserted through a rather private orifice. I succeeded him as Lord Constable, of course," the man grimaced.
I couldn't see them well, due to the darkness. I could tell that they were of the nobility, but their plans had nothing "noble" about them. This "Lord Constable" fellow seemed rather cocky, whereas the woman was more sure of her hold over her son than of the ultimate success of this exploit. The latter seemed more likely to be right, but neither of them counted on me. I decided at this point that I would cause them trouble that would make them think that their Gods hated them.
Just then, of course, I was back in the high school parking lot. I drove home, a bit shaken by what I had seen, and poured myself a beer. It didn't take long to realized that this wasn't strong enough for the kind of day I had, so I took out my bottle of bourbon and downed two shots in a row. The burn was a useful distraction from the chilling conversation I had overheard. That was even truer of the buzz that I quickly got from the alcohol.
It was the worst possible moment to get dropped back into the other world, so naturally that was exactly what happened to me. This time, I found myself in a crypt, watching a naked man get whipped as he dangled from shackles attached to a low ceiling. The woman flogging him was scantily dressed, but she still wore some clothes, albeit a dress with an opening that bared her cleavage and her cunt. It resembled a bondage scene from a porn flick, only it was too real. The man was badly cut with each stroke of the lash, his back ripped open and bleeding.
"So, tell me, are you going to defy me again, or will you comply, young man?" the same woman as I heard earlier demanded of her victim.
As I looked closer, I realized that the man was the Baron, Lorne, who claimed dominion over the Blue Forest. Evidently, his relationship with his mother had dimensions that I had never considered. His own mother had enough arrogance to whip him. It also explained why he spoke of flogging me. He was used to scourging and clearly enjoyed doing to others what had been done to him. This was one sick and perverted fellow, in the truest sense of the word. His mother was no prize, either.
I could see that she was a tall and beautiful woman, but her cruelty, hauteur, and hypocrisy all prevented her appealing much to me, in the usual sense of the expression. If anything, I wanted to inflict pain on her, as no doubt did her son. He was helpless, I was not. Still, I did not intervene, not wishing to draw attention to myself. I wanted to find a way out of this place alive, so that I could warn the Fair Tribe and my golden lady of the Lord Constable and the Baron's mother plotting against them.
I was not so lucky. The Baroness, for lack of a better name, caught me just before her son could reply to her, and angrily lashed out at me with her whip, before gesturing for me to approach. I had other ideas, of course, so I backed away from her and looked for an exit, which only infuriated her further. She dropped her whip, picked up a knife, and lunged at me, which prompted me to strike her with my fist. I had never punched a woman before, it being against my upbringing, but this bitch had it coming. I would not insult ladies by calling her one.
When my fist connected her stomach, she lost her balance and doubled over in agony, giving me time to escape. That had been my plan, but I had a mad impulse to carry this a step beyond what was necessary. I seized the whip and cropped her a couple of times in the calves, which caused her to see red. She shrieked and attacked me again, this time slashing at my groin, but missing it, as her aim was thrown off by her continued pain.
I then grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor of the crypt, wanting to exercise my own kind of justice. I kicked her in the buttocks and stepped on her neck. This was as dominant as she had probably seen a man behave toward her, so I hoped that this would demonstrate that I was no serf or slave to fear or even respect her.
"Listen, madam, and focus on what I tell you. I do not know what is exactly going on between you and this lad of yours, but leave me out of it! If you wish to keep your stupid forest and your estates, keep your hands off me and mine. If you wish to stay alive, do not harm the Fair Tribe, or the other tribes, for that matter. You have been warned. Pardon the expression, given the context, but I will go medieval on your soft and pampered rump if you lay a hand or weapon on the tribes or myself. Oppress your own people, if you must, but back off of mine. Consider this your one and only chance to behave yourself and not incur my wrath! Believe me, your Duke is nothing compared to me when it comes to being a holy terror. I am a principal!" I imprudently declared.
I didn't learn until later that she or her son would take this statement as an indication of clairvoyance. Between my apparent psychic powers and my strange clothing, they now viewed me as some kind of magician, warlock, sorcerer, wizard, etc. They were in awe and trembled when I walked away from them. My abrupt disappearance didn't help them out, either.
Before I realized it, I was home again and wished that I wasn't. That experience of punishing the evil blue-blooded shrew was cathartic for me. I enjoyed sticking it to her, and part of me was aroused by the idea of a grudge fuck. The word "priceless" from that credit card commercial seemed to fit it best, when it came to the obvious horror that they displayed after I gave that bitch a small taste of her just desserts. I had known women like her all of my life and hated them all. They were my Aunt Hilda all over again. I felt that I had some payback to her and all such femme fatales when I stood up to this cunt.
It had been a very long day, of course, so I was more than ready to hit first the shower and then the sack. My dreams that night were of the mysterious blonde, mixed with some of my older and more developed students, and even some of rather sadistic sex scenes with that Baron's wicked mother. One involved the blonde showing up in my office to seduce me.
I felt every scene intensely, as if it were real rather than a dream, especially the blonde. It was as if we had linked our minds in this dream sequence, dreaming it together. I found myself taking her on the desk, with her legs raised above my shoulders, as I entered her repeatedly. I caressed her buttocks while I rammed her pussy with my hard cock. I heard her moan and pant as I came inside, promptly me to kneel and clean up my mess, so as to ensure that she reached her climax as well.
Just as my tribeswoman came, one of my students, Heather, entered the office. She had just turned eighteen the other day, and she seemed eager to take her turn, but with whom? I found out when she got on her knees in front of me and started sucking my cock. Despite violating several professional guidelines, this being a dream, I did not stop her. Before I knew, the blonde joined her and they shared my dick, licking and deep-throating me until I felt about ready to come again.
At that moment, my new lover bent over the desk again, while Heather lifted her plaid skirt and removed her panties. She soon began licking the tribeswoman's ass, offering me a chance to enter her from behind. I was not one to refuse such an opportunity, and I soon found myself buried in the student body president, who was sexy in a very bookish way. She was no virgin, despite what some of her classmates may have thought. If anything, she seemed wilder than anyone expected (other than her sex partners, of course).
After six or so minutes of taking Heather doggie-style and watching her rim the blonde, I came in her pussy and felt her squirt on my dick, indicating another secret about her that was a pleasant surprise. I loved fucking a gusher. There was something inherently sensual about the feel of a woman's fluids on my dick, as I withdrew from her depths.
"So, Mr. Rogers, may I be more than just your neighbor?" she teased me with one of her usual wisecracks about my last name.
The tribeswoman laughed at that one as well, despite her ignorance of the context. I think that she sensed that there was some hidden and humorous meaning here, aside from the obvious flirtation.
"I think that you already are ... both of you. If I'm dreaming, don't pinch me," I quipped.
"You may change your mind about that when I am done with you, warlock," came a voice from the door.
I turned and saw the Baroness, a whip in her right hand and a dagger in her left. I walked over and closed the distance before she could strike me, wrenching both of her instruments out of her grasp and shoving her to the floor. I kicked her several times, and then picked her up by her girdle, lifting her off the floor and delivering a punch to her ribs. She staggered as I landed yet another blow to her torso, and and almost fell over, but was held up by the girls. They slapped her face repeatedly, but she retaliated by scratching them a couple of times.
I saw red at this point, seizing the Baroness by the throat and pushing her to the desk. I lifted her dress and stroked my cock, which was hardening again from the sexual tension produced by the mix of rage and lust. While I did this, Heather and the blonde held her down and ripped her dress entirely from her body.
They forcefully spread her cheeks, allowing me to shove my dick into her asshole and take her painfully. I ravaged her bowels for a few minutes, until I tired of it and switched to her cunt. I went back and forth for quite a while, finally exploding in her butt to mark my territory. We laughed as we tossed her out of the office, naked and unarmed.
Just then, I awoke, unfortunately quite alone and in my own bed. That dream apparently caused me to cum in my boxers, as indicated by their wetness and my need to piss. As much as I wished that I could have done the things that happened in it, I reflected as I peed that the reality would have been rather hard to explain to the County Superintendent.
As I showered, I wondered if I would ever meet the blonde again and learn her name. I certainly hoped so, but in the meantime I went to the fridge and got myself a couple of eggs to boil. Hard-boiled eggs were my style, something that my ex-wife never understood: she preferred soft-boiled. My vegan ex-girlfriend was another matter. I tired of her comments about "murdering and stealing from our animal brothers and sisters" and other such nonsense. If I wanted hard-boiled eggs and a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam, that was my own business.
Quite naturally, I washed down my breakfast with my usual grapefruit juice, lots of pulp in it, which was another of my quirks. A banana for dessert finished the banquet, much to my delight. I ran the espresso machine and got myself a shot of my favorite blend, followed by another, to get the pure bean into my system in a hurry. Now sated, I turned on the tube and checked out the news: more fluff, even less substance than yesterday. I changed over to the cable journalists. They were just talking heads with nothing but opinions. Well, you know the saying about opinions. They ARE like assholes, and so are the people on TV who usually spout them.
Disgusted, I decided to head over to the sports bar, which was just next door. The great thing about living in walking distance to a tavern was that the most one had to worry about was a citation for "drunk and disorderly", which had yet to happen to me since I became an "administrator". Come to think of it, it had only happened during the brief summer before I got my first teaching job. It was a very brief summer, actually, since the next month I started teaching summer school to miserable teens who had failed a class or two the previous semester. That was eight years before, when I first got out of the Navy.
I didn't make it to the bar and grill, of course, because that was when I landed back in the Dark Ages. I was in a rather grubby town, with a massive crowd surrounding a miserable victim impaled on a sharp stake while burning alive. If Hell was on Earth, this guy suffered its pangs. I couldn't help myself. I had a Colt .45 with a ten-round magazine and there were plenty of strangers who had never heard of gunpowder. Fear and panic would have to make up for a shortage of firepower. One round would have to be saved for the burning fellow, as I doubt that I could do anything more for him than end his agony.
I drew my pistol and fired it directly at the condemned man's chest, that way making sure that I didn't miss him. It blew a massive hole in his torso and presumably caused severe internal bleeding, thus hastening his death. Naturally, the gunfire caught everyone's attention, along with deafening these cruel villagers. They turned their heads to face me and I aimed directly at one of the well-dressed, gold-wearing pricks directing this atrocity.
This time, I wasn't so nice, shooting at his belly. It would take this jerk longer to die. As he fell over, I targeted one of the guards, who no doubt thought himself protected by his mail-shirt. One more round from the Colt, and he was knocked off his feet. In seconds, the mob scattered in terror, while I coolly approached the priest officiating the rites for this hideous ceremony. He stank of piss from emptying his bladder in horror. I didn't bother with words, knowing that my deeds sent the necessary message. I snatched his amulet from his neck, tossed it to the ground, and stomped on it. I spat on him and pointed my gun at his forehead, making it clear to him that I wouldn't suffer fools like him, gladly or otherwise.
Now I spoke, "Since I have your attention, let me put you on official notice. I don't care what kind of authority you claim to roast men alive on skewers like giant shish-kabobs. Where I'm from, that's not just murder, that's torture, mayhem, and arson. You would be locked up for life, which is nicer treatment than you deserve. So, this is how it's going down. You're going to stop cooking people and I won't treat you to your own personal barbecue, with yourself as the main course. Be warned, I will not take no for an answer. You've seen what I can do. Don't piss me off."
With that, I threw his amulet back at him and stormed off, not acting the least bit scared, despite my obvious worries about what might happen if they decided to chase me. The key was to bluff, and hope that they didn't call me on my BS. I didn't know how much he understood of my rather informal language, with all of its contractions, but I thought that the basic concept sunk in to him.
I ran out of the town gate, not knowing where I was headed. I just wanted out of that damned place alive. After about an hour, I felt the full effects of the summer heat, which told me what season it was here. Seeing a body of water, I thought only of taking another dip, but I soon realized that this was no creek or stream. This was a river with incredibly powerful currents, so it was not safe to skinny dip at all.
That was when I saw her. My blonde was right there, unmistakable with her mischievous blue eyes and her simple tunic. She had the same sweet smile, and when she saw me, she rushed toward me at a sprint. One kiss told me that she was still interested in keeping this affair together. She used her tongue to invade my mouth, showing the very passion she had displayed before. The message was clear: she was mine.
"So, about what you said before ... what exactly did you mean, in more detail?" I asked for clarification.
"Well, my lord, by entering the sacred creek when I was fertile and mating with you, I consented to bind myself to you, as your bondwoman. We are married by the laws and customs of my tribe. I am your wife, your mate. This will last until or unless I break the pact by joining another man in the creek while fertile. That is the only kind of divorce permitted in my tribe. I am your bond-wife, which gives you the right to command me.
"There are few limits to your authority over me, but I have the right to divorce you as a form of protection that is afforded me and I could not be forced into this bond-pact. I had to freely consent to it. So the man is the master, but has only the power that the woman gives to him of her own free will, do you see?" she explained.
"So, if I entered the stream with another woman while she is fertile, would that mean that I am divorcing you?" I queried, unsure of how monogamous, if at all, they were.
"No. My tribe doesn't let men divorce women. It just lets women divorce men, because men have the power, so they are presumed to desire the marriage. Why wouldn't they?" she responded with a smile.
"Okay, what happens then? Is it just considered null and void, or is the man expected to warn the woman upfront that he is already wed to another woman? Is it deemed an affair, and if so, is it frowned upon or accepted as much as the other mating practice?" I probed further.
"Actually, it is quite encouraged for a man to enter the stream in such a manner with other women, as it allows more women a chance to marry as well. A man can have as many wives as choose to give themselves voluntarily to him. In fact, a man with only one wife is treated with less respect, because it is thought that only one woman found him worth the commitment of the marriage pact. Also, there are more women than men in our tribe, so it isn't fair for one woman to hoard her man, thus preventing others from getting married," she informed me.
"So, your tribe is polygamous? How many wives do most men have, then?" I wondered aloud.
"The average is four. Five or six indicate great wealth and power, and are rare outside of the Headship. A Head of a tribe must have a minimum of five wives to qualify for the post. If one of his wives divorces him, he must find another wife or else step down as Head. The poorer and younger men tend to have only two.
"It is a strange fellow that has one or none, but you are still new to our ways, so they won't think less of you for a short time. However, be assured that by marrying me, you have become one of our men, and the women will look closely at you to see what makes you worthy of my love. You are likely to get advances from several women in the near future. They may try you out during their infertile times first, but, in your case, that will mean a number of them want to give themselves to you," she noted.
"So, what happens if they are married already? Won't the husband get jealous and worried?"
"A little, in that he knows that she is considering you as an alternative. However, if she doesn't resume the tryst when she is fertile, he will know that it is mostly curiosity, and you failed to steal her affections. His jealousy will recede a bit. A man only gets truly upset here if the woman actually leaves him. Mating for recreation in our society is perfectly fine, whereas when done for procreation, it means a serious bond and is not taken lightly. Nothing done outside of the stream is even considered procreative or even slightly worries a man about his wife. That is very casual for us," the blonde told me.
"What about two men or women together? Does that ever happen here, and if so, what does your tribe think of them?" I inquired, curious about this issue and not sure how far their tolerance went.
"That happens often, just not in the sacred stream. It is not considered official and two members of the same sex cannot wed, since marriage is for procreation and done only in the creek," she elaborated.
"Okay, which is more common?"
"Two or more women together, especially if they are wives to the same man. Also, there is a special bond between sisters and mothers with daughters which is often physically consummated. There is even a ceremony in which two or more of the same sex can proclaim their affection. It is just not marriage and the companions are still expected to marry the opposite sex and stay married. Two warriors in the field often copulate with each other when the need arises and no women are available. No one thinks less of them for it. Any other questions, my curious husband?" she teased me, while caressing my cock.
"Yes, what is your name, wife?" I winked at her.
"Flora. What is yours, my lord?" she answered, while undressing for me.
"Marcus Rogers, but you can call me Mark. Where is your tribe, anyway?" I asked her, as I stroked her hair.
"Very close, my lord. Follow me, please," Flora announced, taking my hand to bring me along and totally unconcerned about her own nudity (her tunic lay casually over her shoulder).
She led me to a boat, in which we crossed to the other bank. There it was: her village, a collection of mud and brick houses that were a slight improvement over the huts or tents I expected. This was the home of the Fair Tribe, which the rulers of East Realm seemed to fear and loathe so much. I laughed to myself as I realized that they were too paranoid, if they worried about a people obviously more concerned with survival and prosperity than with any dreams or notions of bloody conquest. I had yet to see any suggestion of aggression or belligerence, though that might change if I decided that I was fed up with East Realm's ruling caste, provided that I had enough influence to act upon that frustration.
I didn't know what was next, for certain, but I knew that her country was better than the rest of this God-forsaken medieval place.
Author's Note: This is a necessary bridge chapter to the rest of the story, so forgive any suspense and the page or so of explanations. The character had waited long enough for answers to his questions, so realistically (well, as realistically as can be in such a fantasy world), he is human enough to ask them at last, given the opportunity. He is an inquisitive and intelligent man, after all. He doesn't always think solely with his cock.
My clothes were still the same, and I felt rather sweaty, so I took a chance and disrobed to enjoy Nature in all of its pure grandeur. I hadn't skinny-dipped in ages, but this didn't feel wrong or out of place. In fact, it seemed like almost a compulsion for me, to discard my modern clothing in what my instincts told me was a world of magic and not so much of machinery.
I felt perfectly relaxed and soothed by the cool stream until I heard some giggling that obviously didn't come from a man. I turned and faced a woman clad in nothing but a tunic, which she promptly cast aside to join me without asking if I minded her company. Perhaps she knew that I wouldn't object, given her golden beauty and playful eyes. She certainly didn't make me want to flee my place, nor did I feel embarrassed at my state of undress in the presence of a stranger, despite any knee-jerk reactions instilled by my upbringing.
"Well, sir, are you going to take me or not? This is the mating stream, after all," she startled me with her blunt question.
"Your people copulate in this creek often? Well, I don't wish to offend your customs, and you are a beautiful woman, so yes," I agreed, barely finishing my statement before she closed the distance between us and kissed me on the lips.
"Yes, sir. My tribe considers this water sacred and sets it aside for a single purpose. That is to ravish a woman. Being the only woman currently in the stream, that gives you only one choice, namely me," the lady explained, as she knelt in the refreshing creek and began to suck my prick.
"This is a common practice in your land, to perform such favors for strange men who happen to enter your streams and rivers and skinny-dip there? If so, where has this place been all of my life?" I teased her, though I could tell that she wasn't easily offended.
On the contrary, the blonde started to kiss my entire body, and then proceeded to envelop me with her smooth legs. She grasped my cock and pulled it into her pussy, apparently not requiring much lubrication in the waters of the spring. I decided that it was time to take the initiative, so I thrust in and out of her, asserting some control over the act at last.
Instead of complaining that I had been too aggressive, as my ex did, this woman responded to me with more eager kisses and the caress of her silky hands on my back. I couldn't believe my situation, but I wasn't ready to awaken, if this was indeed a dream. Who would wish to leave a world, even imaginary, where a complete unknown woman would throw herself at a man like me, just because I set foot in a particular stream?
I had to admit that she was the best lover I had known in my thirty years of life. I didn't know her name, but she had my ex-wife and my ex-girlfriends all beat by a country mile or two. Her cunt was delectably tight and warm, her breasts were a decent size but hardly enormous, and I could feel her cool and delicious buttocks in my hands without being able to cup them.
More to the point for me, this mysterious blonde was an enthusiast for sex for its own sake. She welcomed me with an astounding degree of pleasure and excitement in both my body and the act itself. She certainly made it clear that she lusted for me without any apology or shame.
I got the distinct idea that her tribe had no taboos against casual mating, and that therefore she enjoyed sexual congress with such innocence and bliss that I was embarrassed to think of how my own civilization treated women like her. If this was a wanton woman, then the society into I was born could learn from such women. I also knew that I didn't ever wish leave this wonderful world.
"Well, sir, how was I?" the girl asked me at last. She seemed eager to make sure that I enjoyed myself.
"You were actually my best lover yet. I swear to God. Then again, my previous lovers lacked your exuberance," I answered candidly.
"Why wouldn't anyone get excited about coupling? It's not only a pleasure; it's a sacred act. The gods ordained it for many good reasons. Are your people unaware of this?" she inquired, truly bewildered at the notion of anyone being less than happy with the act of physical intimacy.
"You could say that, for many of them. Many of them view it as a dirty and disgusting practice that should only be used for procreation and only within marriage," I explained caustically, tending to agree more with my new companion than with many folks in my own world.
"That is silly. There is a lot more to the act than simply conception. Do these people then condemn the penetration of the mouth and the bottom? What about licking the woman's sex? Do they know what they are missing? I do not wish to offend you, sir, but your tribe's customs are strange and primitive, if you ask me," she observed with some disdain.
"I agree, of course, but there are many who would look down on your tribe for being so promiscuous. Some would judge the men more harshly, some the women, but both would consider it a weakness," I added with some scorn of my own.
"I can only imagine that your society is full of hatred, frustration, and mistrust, if you ask me. Why don't we change topics, if you don't mind? I'd like to think of something more pleasant, like another romp. What do you think about that? Want more of me, or do you need more rest?" she teased me.
"I think that by now I have a second wind. Do you want to do this here, or do we need to be in the mating stream?" I asked her, not sure if that was required.
"Here is perfectly fine. The stream just makes it mandatory. Elsewhere, it's purely optional. Mind you, it's an option that I take whenever I can," she answered, raising her ass and lowering her face into the sheet that she lay down for sexual congress.
"Which orifice is readier?" I inquired, somewhat playfully.
"My sex, of course. But if you want my bottom, I ask only that you use one of these oils to prepare it. Otherwise, I don't care. Well, I do a little, but only because I really wish to have your child first," she informed me.
"Well, when you put it that way," I laughed, as I slid my cock back inside her dripping cunt.
I must have fucked her another good hour this time. We didn't just try it in that position, either. I pounded her pussy missionary-style and cowgirl-style as well. Hell, I even rammed her in the reverse cowgirl position. She didn't complain, either. This blonde evidently wanted to make me return to her bed someday.
"Oh, yes, lover! Take me! Knock me up!" she pleaded with me, clearly wanting me to go deeper and release my seed into her womb.
I wasn't exhausted, either. I felt invigorated from all of the sexual energy of this place. It seemed perfectly normal to plunge my hard dick repeatedly into this strange woman's depths. I couldn't think of anything but sexual congress with the blonde in front of me. She had my full attention this time.
I also enjoyed her kisses almost constantly whenever she faced me. This stranger couldn't keep her hands or lips off me at all. She bit me a couple of times, but only in a light and erotic manner. She certainly didn't draw blood. After all, most of that appeared to have gone south.
I naturally wondered when she would come up for air. I did my fair share of kissing during this coupling, but my new companion was a hundred times as frisky. Her mouth was as hot and sensual as her pussy. Her skin still felt like soft satin or silk against mine. Her smooth ass felt as if it belonged in my hands, and she even reacted with ecstasy when I spanked her playfully. In fact, she climaxed that time.
"Yes, spank my bottom while you ravish me! I'm your woman now. I belong to you. Take me! Fill me with your seed!" she screamed as I swatted her cheeks and slammed my cock into her pussy.
I managed to get a couple of additional swats in before I exploded inside her moist cunt. The blonde, by now on all fours again, waited for me to pull out, and then gave me a lip lock that showed abundant gratitude on her part.
"I meant my words, sir. By the customs of my tribe, I am now yours. I am fertile today, and you made me conceive a child," she declared with a smile.
"A child? Is that how I possess you? What do you mean that I own you?" I inquired.
Before she could answer, however, I found myself back at my old, familiar desk. Thankfully, I was clothed again. A naked principal could be quite embarrassed at a high school. I just hoped that it wasn't just some sweet dream that I must forget. I really wished that I would return and that the blonde would understand that I didn't mean to vanish. I couldn't be sure of anything, however.
I was done with the day, having signed out and headed to my Ford Ranger, when I found myself once more in the strange world that I had left earlier. This time, however, there was no blonde with charming, sensual ways and erotic traditions. Instead, I was deep inside the same forest, looking a stag in the face. He and I seemed to understand each other. I wasn't hungry, so he was in no danger of my hunting him, even if I had a weapon. It was a stare that told each that the other was no threat.
Just then, he fled past me, being chased by someone who clearly didn't know the first thing about wild game. I stood there with some amusement, when a surly youth in a fancy shirt and trousers ran past me. He was evidently annoyed that the stag had gotten away from him so far. He carried a spear and wore a knife at his side in a bronze sheath that looked bit too ornate for these surroundings. He was clean-shaven, perfumed, and long-haired. His golden locks reminded me of the woman, but his eyes resembled those of some of my more troublesome students. He wore no cap, but plenty of jewelry ... too much for a simple woodsman.
Everything about this young man screamed that he was a difficult and petulant fellow. He looked at me with a kind of disgust, as if he expected me to aid him and was disappointed at my inaction. It soon became apparent that he wasn't alone. There were other hunters with him, all of them much older and obviously more experienced at the chase. They tended to be sandy-haired and have bright blue eyes, with rougher and more practical clothing and weapons.
"You, what are you doing here? Poacher!" the young man shouted at me, having decided that I was up to no good.
"Do you see a weapon on me, young man? No, of course not! So, then being unarmed, how can I be a poacher? With what would I poach anything? What would I poach, other than maybe eggs, and I lack even the tools for that," I quipped, mocking his accusation.
"You must have hidden your weapons when you saw your baron, then!" the youth shrieked at me.
"Baron, what baron did I see? The Red Baron, perhaps?" I cleverly alluded to the famous German pilot, knowing that he never heard of him.
"I am Baron Lorne, the lord of these woods. All folk in this forest, save for those primitive Fair Tribe savages, pay tribute and do homage to me here. None may poach on my lands, though those fools do not listen to my laws. You, however, should be flogged for your defiance and ridicule of your betters. Guards, seize him!" the youth commanded his companions.
I quite naturally fled in the other direction, hoping to find the blonde and her tribe. What did he call them, the Fair Tribe? That fit them, for sure. I liked them even more now for their refusal to bow to this rash young nobleman. Being a much better woodsman than the baron, I quickly created some distance from this hunting party, of which I was now the prey.
It wasn't long until I was on a plain, indicating that the forest faced at least three different lands. In front of me was a large building, quite visible from far away, with two stories and much austere and simple beauty. It reminded me of medieval monasteries, of which it might well be one.
As I came closer, I noted that it looked abandoned and completely empty. This struck me as more than odd. Why would such a fine structure be left to decay? There was ever indication that it once hosted great men and witnessed great happenings, but now it was almost forgotten. I decided that this would be my home, for the moment at least. There was no sense in wasting such a fine house, which would make the nucleus of a great estate.
That thought assumed, of course, that I was stuck here. I hoped not, as it would mean losing my job as a principal, but if I was, I might as well get used to the place, whatever it was called. I investigated my "keep", as I now regarded it, and learned that it was indeed once the stronghold, of sorts, or at least the manor house of a presumably respectable lord. It had all of the markings of nobility.
I could read the books, though they were not in English. I now realized that I could speak and understand another language, even if it bore some parallels to my native tongue. I had wondered why these people spoke English; now I knew that they didn't and I was very much a stranger in a foreign land. No wonder that they assumed that I was from this world, though they probably regarded my accent as alien and exotic, just as they seemed to have accents to me.
I reviewed all of what I had learned about this unknown world, and realized that I still knew very little. There was something medieval about this place, in that there were barons, lords, "primitive" tribesmen, manor houses, poachers, foresters, etc. The technology was clearly rather anachronistic, but I didn't mind, as I didn't have medications that required me to live in the modern world. My cousin Jerry would have been less able to cope here, due to his diabetes.
As I took stock of my new habitat, I heard voices and footsteps approaching, apparently from someone who wasn't aware of my presence. I decided to be quiet and eavesdrop on them, in order to learn more of this enigmatic land. The voices became louder and quickly took on more urgent tones.
"So, do you think that the Baron will join us when we march against them? I need all of the lords of the East Realm with me in this war. The lands need to be cleared of savages, as they only draw more serfs and slaves to them by the mere fact of their existence. They also poach our game, as the Baron must surely know. The Blue Forest is his woodland, and yet they do not recompense him for their poaching of his game. The other tribes do the same. They are no good and need to be brought to heel. It is high time that we crushed and tamed them," one man's soft voice nevertheless spoke cruelly.
"Be assured that my son will align with you against these disgusting barbarians. Did you know that they mate freely, as the beasts do, without any thought of marriage or modesty? They walk in the nude, completely shameless about their state of undress. They defile that stream with their random couplings. Who knows how many of our young men and women have been seduced by their lascivious heathen ways. You have my backing in this, and you will soon have that of my son. He is willful, but I can still control him, most of the time. The Air Queen is with us as well, I am sure," a rather snobbish and haughty woman answered him.
I recalled a reference to this "Air Queen" from the books, and she seemed like a rather cruel goddess, bent upon plaguing mortals with her wrath in the form of droughts and floods. Her priests and priestesses could teach lessons in bigotry and superstition to the Spanish Inquisition. Her twin sister, the Earth Queen, was no better, but at least her clergy didn't roast live victims to appease her and punish doubters by opening their throats. The Fire King and the Water Queen were my favorites, though. He ruled the study of metallurgy and the use of fire for warmth, while she ruled fishing, swimming, and mating in the stream.
For some reason, the man's voice actually reminded me of Sheriff Stone. Funny that how works, that assholes from one world bear an eery resemblance to those of other worlds. Of course, the Sheriff never waged a genocidal war, or even plotted one, but he didn't have the opportunity, either.
I lay there rather quietly when the pair ascended the stairs and entered the now darkened room. It was evening at last, and I was still there. I really needed to return to my world and retrieve my truck, but I also wanted to learn more about this sinister plot to kill and enslave the local tribesmen. These despicable butchers were just inches away from me, and I had to be very careful, in case they saw me. I hid behind a chest and underneath some old, musty cloaks that had been left in that spot. I had to be extremely still, in case they saw or heard movements.
"We have to watch out for interlopers, such as mercenaries, outlaws, anyone with a personal grudge against one of us, or a fondness for these barbarians. They could be trouble for us, you know," the woman added.
"Naturally, but who among them would have the steel it takes to really oppose us? Trust me, we are fine. Our plans are solid. They will not go awry. Be calm. Have some confidence in your son and the other barons of East Realm. For that matter, have faith in me, as Lord Constable of the Marsh. I must put this scum down, and so I will. The Duke trusts me with such concerns, and I shall not disappoint Trevor the Pale. As you know, he does not take well to failures. The last one who achieved less than he offered ended up on a sharp stake, inserted through a rather private orifice. I succeeded him as Lord Constable, of course," the man grimaced.
I couldn't see them well, due to the darkness. I could tell that they were of the nobility, but their plans had nothing "noble" about them. This "Lord Constable" fellow seemed rather cocky, whereas the woman was more sure of her hold over her son than of the ultimate success of this exploit. The latter seemed more likely to be right, but neither of them counted on me. I decided at this point that I would cause them trouble that would make them think that their Gods hated them.
Just then, of course, I was back in the high school parking lot. I drove home, a bit shaken by what I had seen, and poured myself a beer. It didn't take long to realized that this wasn't strong enough for the kind of day I had, so I took out my bottle of bourbon and downed two shots in a row. The burn was a useful distraction from the chilling conversation I had overheard. That was even truer of the buzz that I quickly got from the alcohol.
It was the worst possible moment to get dropped back into the other world, so naturally that was exactly what happened to me. This time, I found myself in a crypt, watching a naked man get whipped as he dangled from shackles attached to a low ceiling. The woman flogging him was scantily dressed, but she still wore some clothes, albeit a dress with an opening that bared her cleavage and her cunt. It resembled a bondage scene from a porn flick, only it was too real. The man was badly cut with each stroke of the lash, his back ripped open and bleeding.
"So, tell me, are you going to defy me again, or will you comply, young man?" the same woman as I heard earlier demanded of her victim.
As I looked closer, I realized that the man was the Baron, Lorne, who claimed dominion over the Blue Forest. Evidently, his relationship with his mother had dimensions that I had never considered. His own mother had enough arrogance to whip him. It also explained why he spoke of flogging me. He was used to scourging and clearly enjoyed doing to others what had been done to him. This was one sick and perverted fellow, in the truest sense of the word. His mother was no prize, either.
I could see that she was a tall and beautiful woman, but her cruelty, hauteur, and hypocrisy all prevented her appealing much to me, in the usual sense of the expression. If anything, I wanted to inflict pain on her, as no doubt did her son. He was helpless, I was not. Still, I did not intervene, not wishing to draw attention to myself. I wanted to find a way out of this place alive, so that I could warn the Fair Tribe and my golden lady of the Lord Constable and the Baron's mother plotting against them.
I was not so lucky. The Baroness, for lack of a better name, caught me just before her son could reply to her, and angrily lashed out at me with her whip, before gesturing for me to approach. I had other ideas, of course, so I backed away from her and looked for an exit, which only infuriated her further. She dropped her whip, picked up a knife, and lunged at me, which prompted me to strike her with my fist. I had never punched a woman before, it being against my upbringing, but this bitch had it coming. I would not insult ladies by calling her one.
When my fist connected her stomach, she lost her balance and doubled over in agony, giving me time to escape. That had been my plan, but I had a mad impulse to carry this a step beyond what was necessary. I seized the whip and cropped her a couple of times in the calves, which caused her to see red. She shrieked and attacked me again, this time slashing at my groin, but missing it, as her aim was thrown off by her continued pain.
I then grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor of the crypt, wanting to exercise my own kind of justice. I kicked her in the buttocks and stepped on her neck. This was as dominant as she had probably seen a man behave toward her, so I hoped that this would demonstrate that I was no serf or slave to fear or even respect her.
"Listen, madam, and focus on what I tell you. I do not know what is exactly going on between you and this lad of yours, but leave me out of it! If you wish to keep your stupid forest and your estates, keep your hands off me and mine. If you wish to stay alive, do not harm the Fair Tribe, or the other tribes, for that matter. You have been warned. Pardon the expression, given the context, but I will go medieval on your soft and pampered rump if you lay a hand or weapon on the tribes or myself. Oppress your own people, if you must, but back off of mine. Consider this your one and only chance to behave yourself and not incur my wrath! Believe me, your Duke is nothing compared to me when it comes to being a holy terror. I am a principal!" I imprudently declared.
I didn't learn until later that she or her son would take this statement as an indication of clairvoyance. Between my apparent psychic powers and my strange clothing, they now viewed me as some kind of magician, warlock, sorcerer, wizard, etc. They were in awe and trembled when I walked away from them. My abrupt disappearance didn't help them out, either.
Before I realized it, I was home again and wished that I wasn't. That experience of punishing the evil blue-blooded shrew was cathartic for me. I enjoyed sticking it to her, and part of me was aroused by the idea of a grudge fuck. The word "priceless" from that credit card commercial seemed to fit it best, when it came to the obvious horror that they displayed after I gave that bitch a small taste of her just desserts. I had known women like her all of my life and hated them all. They were my Aunt Hilda all over again. I felt that I had some payback to her and all such femme fatales when I stood up to this cunt.
It had been a very long day, of course, so I was more than ready to hit first the shower and then the sack. My dreams that night were of the mysterious blonde, mixed with some of my older and more developed students, and even some of rather sadistic sex scenes with that Baron's wicked mother. One involved the blonde showing up in my office to seduce me.
I felt every scene intensely, as if it were real rather than a dream, especially the blonde. It was as if we had linked our minds in this dream sequence, dreaming it together. I found myself taking her on the desk, with her legs raised above my shoulders, as I entered her repeatedly. I caressed her buttocks while I rammed her pussy with my hard cock. I heard her moan and pant as I came inside, promptly me to kneel and clean up my mess, so as to ensure that she reached her climax as well.
Just as my tribeswoman came, one of my students, Heather, entered the office. She had just turned eighteen the other day, and she seemed eager to take her turn, but with whom? I found out when she got on her knees in front of me and started sucking my cock. Despite violating several professional guidelines, this being a dream, I did not stop her. Before I knew, the blonde joined her and they shared my dick, licking and deep-throating me until I felt about ready to come again.
At that moment, my new lover bent over the desk again, while Heather lifted her plaid skirt and removed her panties. She soon began licking the tribeswoman's ass, offering me a chance to enter her from behind. I was not one to refuse such an opportunity, and I soon found myself buried in the student body president, who was sexy in a very bookish way. She was no virgin, despite what some of her classmates may have thought. If anything, she seemed wilder than anyone expected (other than her sex partners, of course).
After six or so minutes of taking Heather doggie-style and watching her rim the blonde, I came in her pussy and felt her squirt on my dick, indicating another secret about her that was a pleasant surprise. I loved fucking a gusher. There was something inherently sensual about the feel of a woman's fluids on my dick, as I withdrew from her depths.
"So, Mr. Rogers, may I be more than just your neighbor?" she teased me with one of her usual wisecracks about my last name.
The tribeswoman laughed at that one as well, despite her ignorance of the context. I think that she sensed that there was some hidden and humorous meaning here, aside from the obvious flirtation.
"I think that you already are ... both of you. If I'm dreaming, don't pinch me," I quipped.
"You may change your mind about that when I am done with you, warlock," came a voice from the door.
I turned and saw the Baroness, a whip in her right hand and a dagger in her left. I walked over and closed the distance before she could strike me, wrenching both of her instruments out of her grasp and shoving her to the floor. I kicked her several times, and then picked her up by her girdle, lifting her off the floor and delivering a punch to her ribs. She staggered as I landed yet another blow to her torso, and and almost fell over, but was held up by the girls. They slapped her face repeatedly, but she retaliated by scratching them a couple of times.
I saw red at this point, seizing the Baroness by the throat and pushing her to the desk. I lifted her dress and stroked my cock, which was hardening again from the sexual tension produced by the mix of rage and lust. While I did this, Heather and the blonde held her down and ripped her dress entirely from her body.
They forcefully spread her cheeks, allowing me to shove my dick into her asshole and take her painfully. I ravaged her bowels for a few minutes, until I tired of it and switched to her cunt. I went back and forth for quite a while, finally exploding in her butt to mark my territory. We laughed as we tossed her out of the office, naked and unarmed.
Just then, I awoke, unfortunately quite alone and in my own bed. That dream apparently caused me to cum in my boxers, as indicated by their wetness and my need to piss. As much as I wished that I could have done the things that happened in it, I reflected as I peed that the reality would have been rather hard to explain to the County Superintendent.
As I showered, I wondered if I would ever meet the blonde again and learn her name. I certainly hoped so, but in the meantime I went to the fridge and got myself a couple of eggs to boil. Hard-boiled eggs were my style, something that my ex-wife never understood: she preferred soft-boiled. My vegan ex-girlfriend was another matter. I tired of her comments about "murdering and stealing from our animal brothers and sisters" and other such nonsense. If I wanted hard-boiled eggs and a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam, that was my own business.
Quite naturally, I washed down my breakfast with my usual grapefruit juice, lots of pulp in it, which was another of my quirks. A banana for dessert finished the banquet, much to my delight. I ran the espresso machine and got myself a shot of my favorite blend, followed by another, to get the pure bean into my system in a hurry. Now sated, I turned on the tube and checked out the news: more fluff, even less substance than yesterday. I changed over to the cable journalists. They were just talking heads with nothing but opinions. Well, you know the saying about opinions. They ARE like assholes, and so are the people on TV who usually spout them.
Disgusted, I decided to head over to the sports bar, which was just next door. The great thing about living in walking distance to a tavern was that the most one had to worry about was a citation for "drunk and disorderly", which had yet to happen to me since I became an "administrator". Come to think of it, it had only happened during the brief summer before I got my first teaching job. It was a very brief summer, actually, since the next month I started teaching summer school to miserable teens who had failed a class or two the previous semester. That was eight years before, when I first got out of the Navy.
I didn't make it to the bar and grill, of course, because that was when I landed back in the Dark Ages. I was in a rather grubby town, with a massive crowd surrounding a miserable victim impaled on a sharp stake while burning alive. If Hell was on Earth, this guy suffered its pangs. I couldn't help myself. I had a Colt .45 with a ten-round magazine and there were plenty of strangers who had never heard of gunpowder. Fear and panic would have to make up for a shortage of firepower. One round would have to be saved for the burning fellow, as I doubt that I could do anything more for him than end his agony.
I drew my pistol and fired it directly at the condemned man's chest, that way making sure that I didn't miss him. It blew a massive hole in his torso and presumably caused severe internal bleeding, thus hastening his death. Naturally, the gunfire caught everyone's attention, along with deafening these cruel villagers. They turned their heads to face me and I aimed directly at one of the well-dressed, gold-wearing pricks directing this atrocity.
This time, I wasn't so nice, shooting at his belly. It would take this jerk longer to die. As he fell over, I targeted one of the guards, who no doubt thought himself protected by his mail-shirt. One more round from the Colt, and he was knocked off his feet. In seconds, the mob scattered in terror, while I coolly approached the priest officiating the rites for this hideous ceremony. He stank of piss from emptying his bladder in horror. I didn't bother with words, knowing that my deeds sent the necessary message. I snatched his amulet from his neck, tossed it to the ground, and stomped on it. I spat on him and pointed my gun at his forehead, making it clear to him that I wouldn't suffer fools like him, gladly or otherwise.
Now I spoke, "Since I have your attention, let me put you on official notice. I don't care what kind of authority you claim to roast men alive on skewers like giant shish-kabobs. Where I'm from, that's not just murder, that's torture, mayhem, and arson. You would be locked up for life, which is nicer treatment than you deserve. So, this is how it's going down. You're going to stop cooking people and I won't treat you to your own personal barbecue, with yourself as the main course. Be warned, I will not take no for an answer. You've seen what I can do. Don't piss me off."
With that, I threw his amulet back at him and stormed off, not acting the least bit scared, despite my obvious worries about what might happen if they decided to chase me. The key was to bluff, and hope that they didn't call me on my BS. I didn't know how much he understood of my rather informal language, with all of its contractions, but I thought that the basic concept sunk in to him.
I ran out of the town gate, not knowing where I was headed. I just wanted out of that damned place alive. After about an hour, I felt the full effects of the summer heat, which told me what season it was here. Seeing a body of water, I thought only of taking another dip, but I soon realized that this was no creek or stream. This was a river with incredibly powerful currents, so it was not safe to skinny dip at all.
That was when I saw her. My blonde was right there, unmistakable with her mischievous blue eyes and her simple tunic. She had the same sweet smile, and when she saw me, she rushed toward me at a sprint. One kiss told me that she was still interested in keeping this affair together. She used her tongue to invade my mouth, showing the very passion she had displayed before. The message was clear: she was mine.
"So, about what you said before ... what exactly did you mean, in more detail?" I asked for clarification.
"Well, my lord, by entering the sacred creek when I was fertile and mating with you, I consented to bind myself to you, as your bondwoman. We are married by the laws and customs of my tribe. I am your wife, your mate. This will last until or unless I break the pact by joining another man in the creek while fertile. That is the only kind of divorce permitted in my tribe. I am your bond-wife, which gives you the right to command me.
"There are few limits to your authority over me, but I have the right to divorce you as a form of protection that is afforded me and I could not be forced into this bond-pact. I had to freely consent to it. So the man is the master, but has only the power that the woman gives to him of her own free will, do you see?" she explained.
"So, if I entered the stream with another woman while she is fertile, would that mean that I am divorcing you?" I queried, unsure of how monogamous, if at all, they were.
"No. My tribe doesn't let men divorce women. It just lets women divorce men, because men have the power, so they are presumed to desire the marriage. Why wouldn't they?" she responded with a smile.
"Okay, what happens then? Is it just considered null and void, or is the man expected to warn the woman upfront that he is already wed to another woman? Is it deemed an affair, and if so, is it frowned upon or accepted as much as the other mating practice?" I probed further.
"Actually, it is quite encouraged for a man to enter the stream in such a manner with other women, as it allows more women a chance to marry as well. A man can have as many wives as choose to give themselves voluntarily to him. In fact, a man with only one wife is treated with less respect, because it is thought that only one woman found him worth the commitment of the marriage pact. Also, there are more women than men in our tribe, so it isn't fair for one woman to hoard her man, thus preventing others from getting married," she informed me.
"So, your tribe is polygamous? How many wives do most men have, then?" I wondered aloud.
"The average is four. Five or six indicate great wealth and power, and are rare outside of the Headship. A Head of a tribe must have a minimum of five wives to qualify for the post. If one of his wives divorces him, he must find another wife or else step down as Head. The poorer and younger men tend to have only two.
"It is a strange fellow that has one or none, but you are still new to our ways, so they won't think less of you for a short time. However, be assured that by marrying me, you have become one of our men, and the women will look closely at you to see what makes you worthy of my love. You are likely to get advances from several women in the near future. They may try you out during their infertile times first, but, in your case, that will mean a number of them want to give themselves to you," she noted.
"So, what happens if they are married already? Won't the husband get jealous and worried?"
"A little, in that he knows that she is considering you as an alternative. However, if she doesn't resume the tryst when she is fertile, he will know that it is mostly curiosity, and you failed to steal her affections. His jealousy will recede a bit. A man only gets truly upset here if the woman actually leaves him. Mating for recreation in our society is perfectly fine, whereas when done for procreation, it means a serious bond and is not taken lightly. Nothing done outside of the stream is even considered procreative or even slightly worries a man about his wife. That is very casual for us," the blonde told me.
"What about two men or women together? Does that ever happen here, and if so, what does your tribe think of them?" I inquired, curious about this issue and not sure how far their tolerance went.
"That happens often, just not in the sacred stream. It is not considered official and two members of the same sex cannot wed, since marriage is for procreation and done only in the creek," she elaborated.
"Okay, which is more common?"
"Two or more women together, especially if they are wives to the same man. Also, there is a special bond between sisters and mothers with daughters which is often physically consummated. There is even a ceremony in which two or more of the same sex can proclaim their affection. It is just not marriage and the companions are still expected to marry the opposite sex and stay married. Two warriors in the field often copulate with each other when the need arises and no women are available. No one thinks less of them for it. Any other questions, my curious husband?" she teased me, while caressing my cock.
"Yes, what is your name, wife?" I winked at her.
"Flora. What is yours, my lord?" she answered, while undressing for me.
"Marcus Rogers, but you can call me Mark. Where is your tribe, anyway?" I asked her, as I stroked her hair.
"Very close, my lord. Follow me, please," Flora announced, taking my hand to bring me along and totally unconcerned about her own nudity (her tunic lay casually over her shoulder).
She led me to a boat, in which we crossed to the other bank. There it was: her village, a collection of mud and brick houses that were a slight improvement over the huts or tents I expected. This was the home of the Fair Tribe, which the rulers of East Realm seemed to fear and loathe so much. I laughed to myself as I realized that they were too paranoid, if they worried about a people obviously more concerned with survival and prosperity than with any dreams or notions of bloody conquest. I had yet to see any suggestion of aggression or belligerence, though that might change if I decided that I was fed up with East Realm's ruling caste, provided that I had enough influence to act upon that frustration.
I didn't know what was next, for certain, but I knew that her country was better than the rest of this God-forsaken medieval place.
Author's Note: This is a necessary bridge chapter to the rest of the story, so forgive any suspense and the page or so of explanations. The character had waited long enough for answers to his questions, so realistically (well, as realistically as can be in such a fantasy world), he is human enough to ask them at last, given the opportunity. He is an inquisitive and intelligent man, after all. He doesn't always think solely with his cock.