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Luke’s HAARP Time Warp: Part 5

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Luke’s HAARP Time Warp: Part 5
Marion returns with vengeance.

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They waited until the troops had pasted them before attacking. Pollyanna and

Stella started shooting when they were about twenty meters behind the last of
the soldiers. They were able to shoot two volleys before the soldiers even knew
that they were under attack. As the soldiers were stopping to turn around
Pollyanna and Stella dropped their third pair of targets. Now the odds were
seven to one. Before the soldiers could charge the odds had become to six to
one. As the soldiers started their charge toward the two women, they ran off
the road and continued to shoot from the forest. Being in the forest allowed
them to hide and shoot and the trees slowed the soldiers down.

The odds were down to five to one by the time the soldiers had made it to

the pair but now they were close enough to use their swords. Stella was the
first to catch a blow when one of the soldiers struck her bow and cut it in
half, but before he could strike again, Pollyanna shot him and Stella was able
to draw her sword and cut down another passing rider. Now it was four to one
but the problem for the women now was that the remaining eight were some of the
best and most loyal men that Cecilia had. Stella had barely seen him but was
able to yell out:

“Polly Behind You!” As Pollyanna turned, one of the men drove his horse

right over her and knocked her out. Normally, something like that would have
killed Pollyanna but her armor saved her and now Stella was by herself. She
continued the hack and slash at anyone who came close while working herself
over to where she could protect Pollyanna. Stella hoped that Pollyanna was only
knocked out and not dead, but had no time to check.

Finally surrounded, the troop leader demanded Stella’s honorable surrender.

At first, she refused, but when she took in the full situation, she could see
really didn’t have a choice. She was outnumbered eight to one and Pollyanna was
out cold. Hopefully by giving her honorable surrender, Stella could buy herself
and Pollyanna some time for Marion to bail them out. Thankfully Marion knew
where the two of them had been patrolling and Stella knew that Marion would be
looking for them within only an hour or so. They had left a note, written in
the group’s code at the site where they had rescued the women explaining where
they were headed. So, Stella surrendered.

Stella and Pollyanna were both searched while most of the men searched the

surrounding forest where they managed to round up all five of the other women.
Stella knew better then to fight at the moment but the other women were
fighting viciously. This was deeply amusing for the soldiers. The commander
wanted to just kill the five women and take the two captured back to York. His
men had other ideas; they were not about to waste five good pussies before they
could play some.

“Fine, you idiot’s have an hour and then we kill them.” The commander

stated. His authority over these men was still a bit shaky for he was a very
recent transfer from Richard’s former main estate plus an extra hour wouldn’t
matter and maybe he could get some information out of his captives; so, while his
men started to rape the women, he sat with Stella and Pollyanna to have a talk
with Stella. By this time, Stella had checked on Pollyanna and could see that
she was only knocked out and should be coming to before long. The commander had
watched this and was impressed. Stella went through checking Pollyanna in such
a way that suggested that she not only knew what she was doing but had nerves
of steel as well.

“So, lass what be your name?” Stella just looked at him but didn’t answer.

The commander had expected as much for this clearly was not a weak woman.

“Well, my name is Captain Hall, but you can call me Matt.”

“Why are you letting your men rape those poor women? Don’t you think that

they’re been through enough already?” Stella asked with enough venom to kill
all the men.

“Well, there are seven of them and only one of me, plus those men are

mercenaries while I am not. Also, what kind of word is don’t?”

‘Shit, didn’t think that though’ thought Stella. “Where I come from that is

called a contraction. It is a combination of the words do not and by using
contractions it makes speaking more efficient.”

“Where are you from then? I have traveled widely in my many years and I have

never heard speech like that.”

“Well, I am from a far-off land known as America.” Stella knew that she

couldn’t tell the truth here so she made up a cover story using parts of Luke’s
story as her own.

“America? I have never heard of such a land.”

“It is far away after all. It lays far to the West, across the sea.”

“Then how did you end up here then?”

“Like you, I have traveled widely and I have been travelling almost

constantly for many years. I have probably been to more places than you have
ever heard of.”

By this time Pollyanna was starting to come around so Stella went to her

side to help. Matt quietly watched as Stella helped Pollyanna sit up and then
do something with Pollyanna’s eyes. Stella then checked Pollyanna’s pulse and
then checked her for broken bones. Eventually Stella decided that Pollyanna
probably only sustained a mild concussion and she would be fine. While she was
checking her Stella quietly told Pollyanna what was going on including the
story that she was telling the commander. The other men were making enough
noise to cover up their own conversation. Matt then started trying to get some
information out of Pollyanna but all that she would say was that she was an
engineer. Matt had heard of engineers, he had served with many large armies in
his past, but he had never heard of a female engineer before. He guessed that
it was possible after all one of his sisters had been very bright before
disease had killed her and truth be told; it was his memory of her that had
caused him to be so kind to these two women.

After an hour the men’s time was up.

“Hey idiots, when you finish up with your current woman, kill her. We need

to get going.” Neither Stella or Pollyanna said a thing for they both knew that
if these women were kept alive then their secret would be revealed and they
would most likely be killed. Within ten minutes, all five women lay dead and
the men had themselves dressed and ready to go. The men then started showing
interest in Stella and Pollyanna but the captain claimed them for himself.
These two amazed him and he wasn’t about to let them be used by some lowlife
soldiers. When one of the men tried to grab Stella, she grabbed his wrist,
flipped him over her body and stomped on his throat at the same time he was
landing on the ground. Stella’s aim was true and she crushed the jugular,
leading to the quick death of the arrogant soldier.

The other men, including Matt, took a step back at seeing this. Obviously,

these were not women that you would want to piss off, and now with both of them
awake and alert the odds were now three and a half to one and none of them were
confident that they could win even with the odds in their favor. Matt quickly
ordered that the women’s hands be bound and to the women:

“If you fight us anymore, I will have you ran through. Is that clear?” Both

women nodded. “Good because the last thing I want to do is have you two
killed.”

Once the women were bound, the group continued on their way. Matt had the

women put on horses and had one of his men keep hold of the reins to keep the
women from doing anything stupid. Another one of his men rode next to each
woman with their sword out and ready to use at a moment’s notice. Matt wasn’t
going to take any more chances that these women try to escape.

For hours, the group rode in mostly silence. There was some occasional talk

between the men and Matt. Once in a while Matt would ask one of the women a
question. Sometimes they answered, sometimes they didn’t. The answers that they
did give were always very short. It almost seemed that the women were waiting
for something or someone. Matt had quickly caught on to this and had sent two
of his men ahead to keep an eye out.

Finally, the woods thinned out and they could see the city of York in the

distance and Matt was relieved for these two women had been making all of his
men and himself, for that matter, nervous as hell. Matt almost couldn’t wait to
get the women back into his small house that he rented in town. Through Matt’s
cloud of thoughts, a sound broke through, the sound of men being killed
quickly. Matt snapped out of his thoughts and looked around. All the men with
him were still alive, but it was obvious that they had heard the noise to for
they all had their swords drawn and were looking into the woods. They had also
sped up their mounts for right now all they wanted to do was to get back to the
safety of town. Coming around the last corner, the group stopped in their
tracks. There laying on the ground were their two advance guards and standing
over them was a giant. The giant had a green overcoat on and the hood had been
pulled over its face. Matt actually wondered if this thing might actually be
capable of picking him and his horse up and slamming them both into the ground.
Then the giant spoke:

“Those two women belong to me and I would appreciate their return.” The

voice was very calm and under these circumstances very unnerving.

“They are mine now” growled Matt. Then speaking to his men: “Kill that

bastard”

“I believe the gentleman asked for his women back and it will be in your

best interest to return them” came a female voice. All the men including Matt
stopped and looked. Stepping out from behind the giant was another person that
wore the same long green overcoat. Now that Matt was thinking clearly, this was
the same type of overcoat that is captives were wearing. Again, the female voice
spoke: “This is your last warning; release them and I might let you live. If
you refuse to release them, then I guarantee that you will be dead within a
minute.”

“Who the fuck are you?!?!” spat Matt. He was getting pissed and he wasn’t

about to release the woman that had killed over half of his men. Ahead of him
the two looked at each other and them back to Matt. At the same time, they
swept off their hoods and Matt found himself looking at a fairly handsome man
and a woman that could only be described as an angel or the goddess of beauty.
Behind him, he heard a gasp. “What?” he asked the man who had gasped.

“We should do what they say sir for that is Marion of York and therefore I

bet the giant is the man named Luke. I am telling you now sir that we stand no
chance against them.”

Now Matt knew who they were for he had heard the tales and seeing these two

in the flesh didn’t doubt that the tales were true. Now knowing the two in
front of him, he could guess at who his captives were. He also knew that if
Cecilia heard that he released two members of Marion’s group that he would die
a very slow and painful death. As he was deciding what to do, Marion spoke

“If you don’t release my people by the time, I count to five, then I will

have you killed where you stand. Of course, if you try charging then you will
only die faster. My best archer is hidden in the woods and she never misses”

This decided things for Matt and he told the men to put away their swords

and untie the women.

“But Milord, if Cecilia hears of this then we will all be dead anyway. I

know not about you, but I would much rather die at Marion’s hands then
Cecilia’s. For you know that Cecilia will torture us and kill our families
where if Marion kills us then it will be at least fast and our families will
hopefully still have a chance.”

“You men know that you have a third option” said Stella. She urged her horse

forward until she was in front of all the men and then she turned to face them.
“You men can join us and serve Marion in her bid to oust the tyrannical Cecilia
and bring peace and prosperity back to northern England.” All the men were
staring at her like she was a ghost or had turned into a monster and their
faces turned white as sheets. The seconds ticked by, the men under Matt’s command
were paralyzed for they had never expected this. From what everything that was
said about Marion, they had expected to be killed very slowly. Eventually
Marion stepped forward and came to stand next to Stella.

“Choose now!” Marion snapped. This seemed to snap the men out of their

paralysis. “The men who are willing to follow me need to get off their horses
now. The rest of you will have ten seconds to get the hell out of here before I
have you killed.”

Matt was the first one to dismount. Something in Marion gave him hope and it

was like she was an angel, with a halo surrounding her, that screamed “Follow
me”. About half of his men followed suit while the rest decided to run. They
had family that still lived in York and without them there to protect them,
they would be dead within a month. Marion true to her word let the men go, but
before they rode off, she stopped them.

Handing them each a small pouch; she told them “Here, take this and make

sure that your families get it before you meet with my sister. Make sure that
when you report what happened that you do not mention it for, she will surely
steal it from you. Now good luck and ride safe.” Marion stepped out of the way
and let the men ride on. She then turned to check out her four new recruits.

Chapter 21.

The mood in Cecilia’s castle was bleak to say the least. It had been going

downhill ever since the raid that had killed Richard had happened. If there was
any rumor that Marion had been sighted, Cecilia sent off a group of her men to
investigate but that was all they ever were was rumors. In the meantime,
Cecilia’s grasp on reality started to slip. She was ever more fearful of the
people turning against her. This fear lead her to institute loyalty oaths for
all her men. She had also demanded that they all move their families into York.
She made it clear that if any of them tried anything that went against her,
that their families would be killed by either torture or being burned at the
stake. She would use fear to keep everyone in line.

At the same time, she raised taxes even further. Any household that couldn’t

pay were either forced to provide free labor for Cecilia’s estates, or had to
provide a young man for her army, or had to provide a young woman to help
entertain the soldiers. If the household couldn’t or wouldn’t meet these
conditions then the household would be destroyed. The men would be worked to
death on her estates, usually in the mines, while the women would be forced
into sexual servitude. They would be sent to one of Cecilia’s brothels where
their life span would be measured in months. For these women would be the ones
to serve the customers that had social diseases or who had very kinky taste
like murder or cannibalism fetishes. As long as they paid for the goods,
Cecilia didn’t care what happened to the girls.

On this day, Cecilia was waiting on a gold shipment. It was money that she

had made by selling the extra food that she had brought in with her taxes. The
food was needed but she needed hard money even more. The shipment was under a
strong guard and was led by one of her most trusted men; Captain Matthew Hall.
He was extremely capable and extremely loyal. The only thing that bothered
Cecilia about using him was that he had no family for her to have leverage over
him. The captain was due back soon for he had sent a messenger ahead to tell
Cecilia that he had the shipment under guard and was leaving London. He had
even given her an approximate date that he thought that he would be back by.

She got a message that said that some of the Captain’s men had returned but

not the Captain. Cecilia went to meet with them and there was only three that
had returned out of twenty that had left. Furthermore, none of the money had
made it back and this outraged Cecilia. She managed to just barely hold her
temper in check while the men gave their reports. It seemed that Marion was
back and her entire group that had escaped, had survived. She had ambushed the
convey and had killed most of the guards. The only way they had survived was
that they had played dead while Marion and her followers had looted the money,
the arms, and armor from the dead.

Cecilia exploded. Her damn sister was back and now had a lot of money.

Cecilia had been expecting almost five thousand pounds from the sale of her
extra food and other goods. The surviving men made their retreat while Cecilia
was busy ranting and raving.

“Was that a good idea lying to her like that” one of them asked.

“You want to go back and tell her the truth? Plus, we did not exactly lie,

we just left some things out of our report.” was the response “Besides with the
money that Marion gave us, we can afford to buy food for our families for the
next month.” This settled it for the three of them, after all Cecilia didn’t
need to be bothered by the embarrassing details of how they had been ambushed
by only two women and half of the survivors had joined Marion.

After Cecilia had worn herself out, with her tantrum, she called all her

commanders together. The survivors had given her the approximate position of Marion’s
ambush and Cecilia was eager to get revenge and to get her gold back. It would
take a couple of days to get the men ready to go. Cecilia gave her men just one
day to get ready. She had almost three thousand men at her command and one
hundred elite knights. She was going to send almost everyone out with the
exception of about one hundred men that she used to keep order in town and
guard the castle.

Everything in town was thrown into chaos. Soldiers were busy gathering food

and fodder for the expedition. They had to get all the horses and mules ready
as well. Weapons had to be sharpened and uniforms had to be repaired. Some of
the horses needed new shoes and a few saddles had to be replaced. Every
civilian in town was put to work in helping get the soldiers ready to go.
Cecilia had also ordered the gates of the town to be sealed. No one was allowed
in or out without her direct orders and there were no exceptions.

The preparations went on through the night, no one in town got any sleep and

that included Cecilia for she was going over her commander’s plans, gathering
any and all intel on the forest in which it was said that Marion and her crew
were hiding. She also talked to the armorers which she had tasked in recreating
Tom’s gear; to see if they might be able to add anything new to what Cecilia
knew about Marion’s likely hiding area. Problem here was that even after a
month, her armorers were no closer to recreating the armor. Apparently, some
mysterious process had been used to create it, and sorcery was suggested as the
only way it could have been possibly done. After all, Cecilia had hired the
most experienced armor makers around to make armor like Tom’s and none of them
could even come close.

By dawn the next morning, everything had been done and Cecilia’s army

marched out of town. Their orders were simple. Comb every inch of the
countryside until they found and eliminated the threat that Marion posed. They
were ordered that under no circumstances were they to return until Marion’s
whole crew had been killed. Cecilia wanted Marion’s head returned to her on a
pike. She no longer cared about taking her or Luke alive.

Within a day, the army had reached the final ambush site and they found

plenty of evidence to show that Marion had been there. First there were plenty
of tracks on the road that appeared to be from the right time. One of the men
found a scrape of green fabric that appeared to be the same that Marion’s crew
was said to wear as overcoats. They also found the dead guards scattered around
the site. Some of them still had the arrows imbedded in them.

The three that had escaped were really amazed for they had been actually

ambushed several hours up the road. After all the only ones killed here were
the advanced guard and yet the bodies of all their companions were here. It
didn’t take them long to figure out that it was Marion actually cared about
them, not Cecilia. After all Marion had risked detection to place the other
dead men around so that they wouldn’t look guilty. All three decided separately
that as soon as they could, they would take their families out of York and join
with Marion. That is if this wild goose chase actually ever ended and if they
weren’t killed by it. They privately acknowledged to each other that their
chances of actually catching Marion ranked far below a snowball’s chances in
the depths of hell.

The scouts had found five different trails leading away from the area and

some of the tracks were from heavily loaded horses. That would be the pack
animals. There had been fifteen of them in the convoy and none of them were
found with the guard’s corpses. In fact, no dead horses were found. The
commanders sent groups of their scouts to follow every track. They were to
follow them for the rest of the day and return tomorrow, unless they actually
found Marion; then they were to report back while leaving some of the men to
shadow her while the army got into position.

The first scout was screaming within five minutes of leaving the main army.

It was close enough that the commanders went to investigate for themselves.
When they got there, they found that parties leader hanging by his feet from a
tree and impaled on a bed of wooden spikes. A new leader was appointed for that
group and they were strongly advised to stay off the trail and to keep alert.
When the commanders returned to the army, they got word that one of the other
parties had also walked into a trap. Only there, half the scouts had been
killed for they had been bunched up and had walked over a camouflaged pit that
contained a large number of sharp wooden stakes. Another group had lost two
members to arrow fire. The arrows had come out of nowhere and no shooters could
be found. This was going to be a very long and costly expedition, but they had
their orders. They were not to stop hunting Marion until she was found and
killed or Cecilia herself recalled the army.

This is how the next week went. Some groups of scouts would see nothing and

other groups would be ambushed and annulated. For the night guards it was far
worse, for in the morning half of them would be dead; their throats slit and
their armor and weapons stripped. The mood in the camp was getting worse and
worse. It didn’t take the soldiers long to learn that being assigned to night
sentry duty was a death sentence. The disciple of the army started to break
down despite most of the men having families back in York and being well
supplied with food and drink. It got to the point where there would be groups
of five or six men assigned to every sentry post.

Finally, they got a solid lead. One of the patrols had sighted a large camp

near a stream. In the camp they saw a very beautiful female bathing. They also
saw bits of armor laying around and a couple of men moving around. The patrol
reported back as ordered and the commanders got the army underway within an
hour, and they also sent a report back to Cecilia detailing what was going on.
To move through the forest at speed, they had to leave almost all of their gear
behind. The men were spread out through the forest so that they could move
easier. Deeper and deeper into the forest the army went. Occasionally a man
would scream and then there would be silence once again. The booby traps that
Marion’s crew had set up were extremely ingenuous and very well hide; and they were
taking a heavy toll on the men. After almost three hours, they reached the
camp.

There they found two men still in camp and they were quickly captured. These

were two of the men who had deserted from the money guard detail. They had been
sick so they hadn’t been out on patrol with the rest of Marion’s group. It
didn’t take them long to start talking. In fact, Marion had told them not to
bother keeping secrets if captured. If there was something that she didn’t want
them to know, she simply wouldn’t tell them. The army set about looting the
camp as the two men were tortured. Everything from thin knives stuffed under
fingernails to their balls being crushed didn’t tell the commanders anymore
then they had been told when the men were first captured. The torture went on
for hours and still nothing could be learned so the two were tied to a stake
and burned alive. The men that had been looting the camp didn’t have any better
luck. All they found were a couple of coins, some pots and pans, and an old
horse.

The commanders kept the army there until the corpses were completely burnt.

The reason for this was to remind the men what would happen to them if they
betrayed Cecilia and to send a message to any others that were thinking of
deserting that if caught, they would receive the equal treatment. Late in the
afternoon, the army started on its way back to their original camp. This time
they moved much faster for they had no reason to keep quiet. When they got back
to their campsite, they realized that they had fucked up big time. Spread
around were the bodies of the one hundred men that had been left to guard the
camp. All the horses and mules were gone. Along with all the extra weapons,
food, medicine, and drink. Anything that couldn’t be taken had been piled up and
burnt. They did manage to find one of the men still alive and able to tell what
happened.

Chapter 22.

The attack started just after an hour after the main army left. It was as

swift as it was brutal. The attack started with arrows coming in from every side.
Every time one of the men had thought that he had found a good hiding place, he
would catch an arrow in the back. Not very many arrows missed their marks
either. Within fifteen minutes half of the men were dead or injured. The rest
had found some shelter by drawing some of the wagons around them. If any of
them even tried to raise his head to look out, he caught an arrow to the face
for his efforts.

Eventually I saw a couple of people step out of the forest dressed in green.

They approached the wagons and lit something, they held in their hands, on
fire. They then tossed those objects onto the wagons where the fires rapidly
spread through all the wagons. The men caught inside found that they had been
caught in a death trap. Some of the managed to get out but they were cut down
by arrow fire or by the two that had started the wagons on fire with swords.
After the attack was finished, more people came out of the forest, also wearing
green. They went through the remaining wagons looking for loot or survivors.
After they swept the camp, they loading everything they could carry onto the
pack animals and piled everything else up in the middle of the camp and lit it
on fire. They then melted back into the forest.”

“How many of those bastards did you see, laddie?”

“I saw at least six and five of them were defiantly women. I also saw the

giant that we keep getting reports of, and there might have been another man or
two around but I could not tell. I was too busy trying to pretend to be dead.”
At this the man started crying for he had just admitted that he had been a
coward and fully expected to be executed for being one. Instead, the leading
commander patted him on the shoulder, told him to get some rest, and that he
had done a good job.

“Why were you so lenient on that man sir? He obviously was a coward so why

are you not ordering him to be killed?” Asked the second in command. He was a
nobleman through and through and as such didn’t hold any of the lower classes
in high esteem.

“Because you ignorant jackass; that man had watched as a group of one

hundred men had been overwhelmed by a group that was less than a tenth their
own strength. Plus, he has given us some really good and usable intel on
Marion. Now a question for you: If you were her, where would you go after
getting ahold of that much loot?”

The second in command thought for a moment, “Not back to my main camp.

Hauling that much loot will leave an obvious trail and the last thing that I
would want to do was to led the army which I had just humiliated back to my
main camp.”

“My thoughts exactly. Now let’s go see if any of the men know these woods.”

After taking most of the evening to question the men, the commanders had a

good idea of where to start looking in the morning. They made sure that the men
had settled down the best that was possible and then they started writing the
report to be sent back in the morning. That night, none of the sentries were
killed; indeed, it seemed like the enemy had disappeared, but then again, why
stick around when they had already gotten most of the valuable stuff.

The army set off first thing in the morning. This time they left nothing

behind but some smoldering camp fires. They started moving toward an area that
was known to have a number of caves in it. As they moved, they came across
signs that they were on the right track. They kept finding bits of armor and
clothing that had been looted from their camp. As they kept moving, they
eventually came across a bridge. It was built out of timber and was much
heavier built then something that one would normally find in such a remote
area. Going across it they could see fresh wagon tracks, probably no more than
a couple of hours old; for it was now about midday. The army formed up to cross
the bridge, for the small river that it crossed was moving too swiftly and had
too high of banks to be forded.

About half of the army had made it across when the bridge disappeared in a

burst of light, sound, and smoke. The air then hung thick with the stink of
sulfur, and the men that had been near the bridge were screaming in pain. Many
of them had received nasty wounds from the wood that flew from the bridge
during the explosion. Still more were now in the river and were starting to
drown. The army then had to stop to not only rebuild the bridge but to tend to
the wounded. This was going to prove extra difficult because the army’s surgeon
had been on the bridge when it went up. The commanders quickly began to
organize the men. Some of them would tend to the wounded while others would start
to use whatever tools they had to cut down new trees to rebuild the bridge good
enough so the men on the far bank could retreat and link back up with the rest
of the army.

The army was working as fast as they could when men on the far side began to

drop like flies for, they were being picked off by arrows. Every time they
would rush to try and catch the shooter, more of them would die and they still
couldn’t find the shooter. Time and again this happened. After almost an hour,
a bridge of sorts was in place and the men started rushing back across. By the
time the last of them had gotten across, almost two hundred lay dead on the
other side. The men now had had enough and demanded that they be allowed to go
back to town where they wouldn’t have to worry about being ambushed every time
one of them would leave the camp.

As the army started to retreat, they heard a trumpet sound from across the

river and a woman dressed in green stepped out of the forest and into full
view. She spoke to the army through something that magnified her voice many
times over.

“We thank you kindly for all the gear. I am truly sorry for all the men that

we killed defending ourselves and I truly wish that we would not have had to
kill any of you. To the commanders; be advised that if we capture any of you,
we will execute you in the same manner that you executed my two men that you
captured. Now in the interest of avoiding any more deaths, we have left for you
a marked path back to York. There will be a red ribbon tried to trees about one
hundred paces apart. As long as you stick to the path no further harm will come
to you. If you leave the path for any reason you will be killed.

I have left enough tents in a clearing next to a stream for your wounded to

spend the night in. The army will camp at that spot and then you will continue
on your way as soon as the sun is up and your campfires have been extinguished
tomorrow morning. If you leave the fires burning you will be killed. As long as
you do what you are told, then you will be back at the walls of York be late
tomorrow afternoon. When you get back, tell Cecilia that Marion of York sends
her regards and thank her for the gear. Now good day gentlemen.”

With that the woman melted back into the trees. The men found the ribbons

quickly enough and started following the path, just like the woman had said.
When they got to the clearing, that she had talked about, they found tents,
food, medicine, drink, and enough firewood for the night. The commanders didn’t
even have control over the men at this point as the only thoughts of the men
was to get back to York without pissing Marion off any further. When the
commanders ordered foraging parties out, the men flatly refused, telling the
commanders that if they wanted to forage then they should go out themselves.
The next morning the men put the fires out as instructed and continued on their
way. Occasionally they saw one of the green ghosts watching them from the trees
but it was never more than a glimpse before they were gone. By late afternoon they
had made their way back to York, just like Marion had said.

By the time they had got back they had been able to count their losses. Out

of one hundred knights that started out, only thirty survived and none of them
still had their horses. Out of almost three thousand soldiers, only eight
hundred returned and almost all of them were terrified of the forest.

The army had lost almost all of their gear including their pack animals.

This was going to cost Cecilia a very pretty penny for many of those animals
had been loaned to her and now she would have to pay for them. To make the
matters even worse, the army’s payroll had been taken when they lost their
gear.

Cecilia was beyond furious. Her army had failed spectacularly and large

amounts of gear had fallen into Marion’s hands. Furthermore, all of the men
that had come back spoke admiringly of Marion. She could have killed them all
but had given them a way out and had even given them food, drink, and a place
to sleep for a night. As long as they did what she had said then they wouldn’t
be harmed and they weren’t. Cecilia had the top commanders executed by impaling
them. Some of the men that had spoken especially well of Marion were burned at
the stake.

The people in York then started to get rebellious and Cecilia had to crack

down extra hard to keep order. She had only one option left to her and she took
it. She called in her assassins. So far, she had avoided using them because
they were expensive and their expense came directly out of her pocket. Furthermore,
she had been trying to keep her reputation among the people of the upper
classes intact. When her army was so soundly defeated; her reputation was
shattered with the army. All told she had thirty assassins that she kept on
retainer and she called all of them up. Their mission was simple, kill Marion
and anyone that got in their way. The one who brought back Marion’s head would
get a five thousand pound bonus.

Chapter 23.

Marion’s team was relaxing after a hard week. They had beaten back her

sister’s army, but had lost two of their own in the process. It wouldn’t have
been so bad if the men had been killed in combat but they had been murdered
after they had been captured. This had taught Marion that no quarter would be
given and none would be expected in this fight. Luke was massaging her feet for
she was starting to feel the weight gain from her pregnancy. She loved when he
did this and she could feel the tension leaving her body. Matt and Pollyanna
were sitting by a fire talking quietly. They had proven to be a very good team
and got along well together. In fact, Marion had started teasing her about them
getting a room. This was always good for a round of laughs, including from
Pollyanna even though she always turned red when Marion did this. Gabriel was
in the process of making more arrows. She had shot through almost all that she
had made. In fact, her shoulder was sore from all of the shooting that she had
done.

Alice was reading more on Luke’s computer. She had gotten to where she could

navigate through it without Luke’s help and she was taking full advantage of
it. Stella and Robin were on guard duty. Even though they had just defeated
most of Cecilia’s army didn’t mean that they could let down their guard and in
fact Luke and Marion figured that Cecilia’s next move would be the try and hire
assassins to sneak in and kill Marion. This left the last member of the group
and his name was Bard. He had been one of those who surrendered to Marion when
she had captured the money convoy. He didn’t much like the idea of serving a
female leader, but Marion was many times better than her sister. Marion was
calm, approachable, outgoing, and listened to everyone in the group and their
resent triumph had been the result of that.

After all it had been Pollyanna’s idea to blow up the bridge using some kind

of devil powder. Luke had provided her with the means to blow up the bridge
from a safe distance and do it at command. Alice was the one who came up with
the idea to kill only half of the night sentries. She had almost been captured
with the two men. She had been there that morning to take care of them. She had
even washed up in the stream after she had tended to their medical needs. She
had left to rejoin Marion only fifteen minutes before the army struck. She had watched
as the men were tortured and eventually killed. Gabriel had been responsible
for killing most of the scouting parties and had been instrumental in building
the booby traps as Luke called them. Matt had provided them with insight into
the army’s commanders frame of mind and had allowed Marion to stay at least
five steps ahead almost the entire time.

Meanwhile Stella and Robin had kept the army under observation the entire

time and provided Marion with hourly updates. Marion had the biggest role of all.
She had held everyone together after her men had been murdered and it had been
her idea to provide the army with a safe way out when they had gotten close to
where the loot had been stored. They had moved it the night before. Bard was
moved from his reminiscing by the sounds of horses entering the camp. Stella
had come in and had a young man with her. He was also riding a horse but was
blindfolded.

“We caught him riding through the forest alone” explained Stella to Marion

“he says that he has important news for you.” Marion nodded and the man’s
blindfold was removed. The man struggled for a minute with the light before he
started.

“Marion of York I presume” he continued once Marion had nodded. “I have come

to tell you that Cecilia has hired thirty assassins to kill you.” Bard was
stunned, but Marion didn’t look surprised at all.

“How do you come of this information young man?”

“My sister is Cecilia’s scribe so I know most everything that Cecilia does.

Although I should mention that for some matters Cecilia uses a special scribe
who is almost never seen in the castle and when he is seen; he is surrounded by
a large group of very tough looking men.

“When did her order go out?”

“The day after her army returned.”

“So yesterday” Marion stated. The man nodded “Is there anything else I

should know? How it the town doing?”

“The people are getting rebellious. Cecilia has almost reached their

breaking point and with the defeat of her army, I doubt that it will take much
more before the people openly rebel against her.”

“Well thank you young man. Here is some money for your trouble of coming out

here.”

“No money is necessary milady. We all want that witch gone.”

“Stella, Pollyanna, Matt” Marion said “See that this young man is safely

escorted out of the forest.”

Stella retied the man’s blindfold and then lead his horse out of camp. After

they had left, Marion returned to Luke and asked: “Well honey what do you
think?”

“I think that we need to get going and observe our young visitor from a

distance. Something doesn’t seem right. For starters, how many women do you
know that can write outside of your group? Yes, he told us everything that we
expected to hear but that’s what bothers me.” Marion had a confused look on her
face “The fact that he told us everything that we were expecting makes me
suspicious” Luke stated.

Marion thought for a second, “Bard” she continued when he looked at her “go

with Luke to keep an eye on our young visitor from a distance. I don’t want him
knowing that there’s extra eyes on him”

Luke and Bard quickly gathered their gear and took off. They had to hurry to

catch up with the others. On the way Bard and Luke talked a bit because Bard
was confused, after all Luke and Marion had apparently expected this to happen.
Luke explained that yes while the man had told them everything that they had
expected to hear some things were bothering him. How did this man get out of
York? The last they had heard the town was still on lockdown. Why did he have
such a nice horse? Most of the horses that they had captured from the army were
nowhere near this nice. How did his sister become Cecilia’s scribe?

Almost no woman knew how to write their name, never mind take dictation from

someone. Granted all the women that had gathered around Marion could read, but
that was because Luke had taught them and constantly encouraged them. Something
here smelled rotten and Luke was going to get to the bottom of it. As they
traveled, they would occasionally catch glimpses of the group ahead of them and
this was close enough for Luke. As they were approaching the edge of the woods,
they heard yelling and as they came around the last corner they could see why.

Chapter 24.

Marion continues growing but must suffer a loss.

As Luke and Bard came around the last corner, they could see Stella was

already down. They didn’t know if she had been just dismounted or was hurt.
Matt’s horse had been shot out from under him and he was trapped under it. The
young man that had come to the camp was in the process of wrestling Pollyanna’s
reins away from her and several men were coming out of the woods with bows
drawn. Luke and Bard quickly dismounted. Bard wanted to ride straight to their
rescue but Luke was worried about secondary traps.

“Bard, think of it as fishing. You use some bait to catch some small fish.

You then take the biggest of those small fish to catch much bigger fish. That
is what Pollyanna and Matt are at this moment. They are the small fish that on
their own would be a meal, but I think they’re fishing for a banquet and they’re
planning on or are already using Pollyanna and Matt as bait. So, we are going
to sneak up either side of the road while staying in the forest and looking out
for more men hiding. If we don’t find any, then we’ll free Pollyanna and Matt.”

Bard wasn’t really convinced, but did as Luke planned. One of the things

that Bard had learned was that to not trust Luke’s instincts was beyond
foolish. Within only minutes, Luke was proven correct. Both him and Bard had
found other men in the woods. Fortunately, they all had their attention on the
road, where Matt had been pulled from under his horse and Pollyanna had been
brought under control. Luke and Bard worked the way up the road, silently
eliminating men as they went. Finally, they got to where they could rescue
their people. Together Luke and Bard had killed ten men and they hadn’t even
got the men holding Pollyanna and Matt who were by this time tied up. All this
time Stella hadn’t moved and Bard could see why; she had got an arrow through
her throat. Bard was getting ready to start shooting these bastards with his
bow when Luke stepped out of the forest with his handgun at the ready. This was
the first time that Bard had ever seen it in action; he had heard the tales but
thought that they were just that, tales. Now he was convinced. Within seconds,
Luke had taken out all ten of the men on the road except one; he only wounded
the man that had first came to their camp.

Before Luke went to untie Pollyanna and Matt, he went to check on Stella.

Before he even checked her pulse, he could see that she was dead. The color was
gone out of her face and Luke could see the pool of blood under Stella and the
fact that she was no longer bleeding was proof enough that she was dead. Luke
knew that later he would be crying his eyes out, but right now he had more
important things to do. Bard was untying Matt and Pollyanna so Luke took the
job of interrogating the prisoner. Luke had only wounded him on purpose, he
wanted the man to talk.

“Okay this is how things are going to be; you are going to die, but how you

die is up to you. If you tell me everything that I want to know then you will
be killed quickly, but if you don’t tell everything or you lie to me, then your
death will be beyond painful and will last for days. Also, if your answers
satisfy me then I will make sure that you get a church burial, but if you don’t
then your body will be cut up and fed to the hogs. You have until I get back to
decide.”

Luke went over to check on Pollyanna and Matt. While Pollyanna was just

shaken up; Matt was in bad shape. When he got trapped under his horse, it had
broken his leg bad enough that his leg wasn’t anywhere near straight.

“Luke what about Stella, you have to help her!” screamed Pollyanna. Luke

just gave her a sad look.

“No, no, it can’t be! She can’t be dead; damn it! Tell me that she will be

fine!”

“Pollyanna, I’m sorry but there’s nothing that can be done for her. She was

dead almost as soon as that arrow hit her in the throat for it looks like it
also took out her spinal column as well. Even in my time that would be a fatal
injury.” As Luke spoke these words, he shed a single tear. He wiped his face
and turned back to his captive who was trying to get away. Luke would have been
impressed if he hadn’t been so angry. Angry at himself for not seeing the
ambush sooner, angry at Stella for dying, and angry at the fuckhead who had led
her into the ambush in the first place. At least Luke could get some revenge on
this fucker anyway.

“Well, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” asked Luke as

he kicked the man’s leg out from under him and then stepped on the man’s shot
out knee as he landed.

“Fuck off!” the man yelled from the ground while trying to fight his way

through the pain.

“Figured as much” Then Luke put much more pressure on the man’s shattered

knee. After a couple of minutes, the man still was being stubborn so Luke moved
his foot up and stepped on the man’s balls. The way in which Luke had stepped
on them had pinned them against the man’s body, so that they had nowhere to go.
He gradually stepped up the pressure until tears came to the man’s eyes. “Well,
you ready to talk now?”

“Yes, please just stop stepping on my boys, please.”

“How did you find us?”

“I just dressed up in poor person clothes and rode through the forest until

someone from your group found me.”

“How much is Cecilia paying you?”

“Three hundred up front and five thousand when we completed the job.”

“We?”

“Aye, there were thirty of us. Cecilia keeps us on retainer for people that

crossed her.”

“Were all these men in your group or are they just hired thugs?”

“They were all in the group.”

“How many other assassins does Cecilia keep on retainer?”

“How would I know?” Luke moved his foot back to the man’s balls.

“Honestly, I have no idea. I do know that she has a large network that has a

presence all over England.”

“What all is she involved in?” now Luke was getting increasingly curious.

“Assassins for hire, prostitution, sex slaves, counterfeiting, espionage,

and anything else that she can make money using other people’s suffering.”

“Well, I think that I am about out of questions; Matt, Pollyanna, do have

anything you want to ask?”

“Why did you have to kill Stella?” snapped Pollyanna.

“We had to let you know that we are serious; plus, she was just a woman so

nothing much was lost.”

At this Pollyanna lost it and, drawing her sword, beheaded the captive. She

was still breathing like a bull when Luke came up and put his hand on her
shoulder, a move which almost earned him a swipe with Pollyanna’s sword. Seeing
Luke, Pollyanna broke down and started crying as she wrapped her arms around
Luke’s neck and buried her face in his chest. Her and Stella had been very
close and Stella’s death was hitting Pollyanna particularly hard. As she cried,
Luke gently moved her toward Matt who was still in need of help. Eventually
Pollyanna had cried herself out and was able to help Matt. Together Luke and
Pollyanna got Matt’s leg set and splinted. They then helped Matt get sat
comfortably against a tree while Luke and Pollyanna looted the dead. As usual
they found plenty of arms, money, and other useful items. The biggest haul
though was a piece of paper. On it, it detailed the assignments of the entire
group of assassins, not just the group that Luke killed. Bard had been looting
the dead that Luke and he had killed while coming up the road after he had
retrieved their horses.

The trip back was very slow due not only to Matt’s injury, but Luke wanted

to make extra sure that they were not being followed. Eventually they made it
back to camp and managed to get Matt into the bunker that they used as a
sleeping quarters/hospital. There, his care was handed off the Alice.
Meanwhile, Marion was busy debriefing Pollyanna and Bard. Debriefing Pollyanna
was especially hard because she really didn’t want to relive that experience
but Marion needed to know what had happened so that they could prevent it
happening in the future. Then, it was Matt’s turn. His take on the events of
the day weren’t as good because he was suffering from extreme pain in his leg.
Luke had managed to make primitive aspirin from willow bark and this helped
take the edge off of Matt’s pain. Finally, Marion had a go at Luke but here it
was more of Luke comforting Marion, while he told her everything his captive
had told him. He also showed her the paper that Pollyanna had found on one of
the dead men. They still had to be on the lookout for ten more assassins.

Once everything was finally done, Marion finally broke down and allowed

herself to weep for her friend. After all, this was someone how she had known
before her father was murdered. All through this Luke stayed quiet right next
to her and gently rubbed her back. The woman that he loved more than anything
else even more than life itself and the mother of his child was having the
worst day of her life to date. Worse yet was that Marion was also now
responsible for the lives of eight other people if you counted her unborn
child. This was something that she had never been prepared for growing up.
Personally, Luke thought that she was handling things quite well, all things
considered.

As the sun set on the day, Marion made her rounds around camp. She checked

on their horses, the booby-traps, the armory, and finally her men and women.
This was the hardest. The mood across the group was almost uniform, absolute
depression. They would need time to heal, but Marion was determined to bring
everyone out of their funk.

This had also helped make her own mind up; she would go back to the sleeping

pad that she shared with Luke and fuck him senseless. While it was true that
they made love almost every night, it had been a while since they had a good
animalistic fucking and this was what Marion was in the mood for. Getting back
to their sleeping area, Luke wasn’t there. At first Marion wondered if Luke had
assigned himself to night watch again, for he had a habit of taking an extra
night watch if he was worried about being surprised. He usually did this when
the conditions were ideal for someone to sneak up on the camp, like on damp
nights. Tonight though, he just had to take a piss and he came back soon after
Marion had gotten there.

As soon as she saw Luke, she launched herself into him and started almost

ripping his clothes off and she was trying to shove her tongue down Luke’s
throat. Luke had been taken by surprise at first but he caught up fast. Before
long he was working at Marion’s clothing. At least he didn’t have to fight with
bras anymore. With his large fingers, they had always presented a bit of a problem
in the past, even as nimble as his fingers were. All he had to do was to
unbutton her pants and push them down her shapely hips and then pull her shirt
up and over her head. This was the hardest thing because she wasn’t in any
hurry to take her mouth away from his. Eventually, Luke managed to get her
shirt off and they were now both naked. Luke started kissing his way down her
long neck and this sent chills all through Marion’s body as it always did. She
was moaning before Luke even made it to her nipples which were more sensitive
than they had been because of the baby. As soon as Luke started kissing them,
Marion had her first explosive orgasm of the evening. The only reason that she
managed to keep standing was that Luke was holding her up. As Marion recovered,
she shoved Luke over so that he landed on his ass. She was on him like a cat
and had pushed him onto his back. There she straddled him, her pussy leaking
all over Luke’s stomach as she kissed her way down his chest. She just loved to
run her hands through the hair on Luke’s chest. Luke then saw another reason
for tonight to be more special than most for the Northern Lights had decided to
make an appearance and were putting on a spectacular display. He didn’t have
long to look at then though for Marion was beginning to impale herself.

“Ah; fuck me hard Luke! Fuck My Brains Out!” Marion yelled as she slid down

his shaft of steel. Tonight, was one of those times that no matter what she
did, she just couldn’t get Luke’s cock deep enough to satisfy her cravings.
“Luke fold me up please, god damn fold me up and fuck the shit out of me”
begged Marion. Luke was amazed that his sweet, wonderful woman was talking so
dirty, but her wasn’t about to complain about it because he was more turned on
now than had had ever been. It felt like his cock was about to rip open from
all the blood being forced into it. Luke then did what Marion had been begging
him to do. He rolled over without taking his cock out of Marion. Once on top,
he put her ankles up on his shoulders. In this position, Luke could pound
Marion until she fainted. Not only did he dive deep enough to ram into her
cervix with almost every thrust, but he also rubbed against her G-spot with
every movement.

Within seconds, Marion was yelling at the top of her lungs, in fact Luke had

never heard her yell this loud before and she was usually quite a vocal
love-maker. Marion could feel Luke’s heartbeat through the veins on his cock
and this sent her to new heights for this was something new to her. Usually, she
could feel his veins rise up on his cock but she had never felt his heart beat.
Then it happened, Marion had herself the orgasm of the millennium. She actually
felt like her pussy was going to cause her to fly like some of the rockets
pictured on Luke’s computer. In fact, if it hadn’t been for her pussy muscles
clamping down and Luke holding on to her, she might have flown. As she was
reaching her climax, she set Luke off as well. Luke thrust up into her so hard
that he actually bruised her a bit, not that she cared. When he exploded in
her, he shot nine white-hot shots of sticky cum into her; it was a new record
for them. He put so much into her that when he pulled out, it looked like a
white-water river flowing out of her cunt. Although, at first Marion had wanted
to be fucked longer than this, she and Luke were at their limits and they
barely got onto their sleeping pad before passing out for the night.

To be continued in part 6, Based on a post by somethin fishy,

for Sex Stories.

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