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The Time Riders: Part 4

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The Time Riders: Part 4
A daring attempt to rescue Becky from Cardinal Richelieu.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



“Your Becky sounds like a very strong woman." Lady

Alexandra reflected when Mark told of their conflicts in the time journey to
old France.

"Actually," Mark said, blushing again. "She

reminds me of you, or you remind me of her. You actually look quite a bit
alike."

She smiled sweetly and reached forward to touch his knee.

"High praise for me indeed, then. Am I right in assuming that she speaks
French since you do not?"

Mark nodded.

"Then she should be safe inside the Louvre, which is

where my mistress the queen is currently staying," Alexandra concluded.
"So his Eminence is playing another little game, to make my mistress feel
bad by bringing beautiful women into her service? We shall see to this, Mark, I
promise you."

"Thanks," he said. "I really, really

appreciate this. You have no idea."

"She must be very special to you." Alexandra said

slyly.

"Well, we're not in love, or anything," he said

hastily, wishing he didn't have to keep explaining this. "But yeah, I
guess you could say we're fond of one another, and she's the only person I time
travel with."

"Were I you," Alexandra said, sitting back now and

taking another sip of one while crossing one leg over the other. "I would
try to keep it that way. It has been explained to me, and it seems perfectly
logical, that things just get more complicated when you involve other people or
try to do too many things?"

"You don't look at all like you're from this

time," Mark admitted. "Are you actually from the Sun King's
France?"

She nodded. "That I am, to a noble family of ancient

lineage, going even back to the reign of Charlemagne. But in service to my
queen, I take very good care of myself and am in the peak of health."

"No kidding," Mark breathed, earning a smirk from

Alexandra. "Chester said you're good with a sword?"

She shrugged in a non-committal manner. "Suffice to say

that I am not afraid to take on Les Troi Inseparables."

Mark assumed that she meant Athos, Porthos and Aramis.

"D'Artagnan too?"

She laughed, a beautiful, crystalline sound. "Aye, even

the irascible Gascon. Nor do I cringe before the Duke of Buckingham, who is
said to be the greatest swordsman in Christendom, barring possibly my
brother."

"No recognition for you?"

She shook her head. "I dare not, my service to the

queen would be compromised. I am not driven by fame, Mark, but devotion and
duty. Secrecy is all that allows me to continue in my task."

"You're like Wonder Woman." Mark laughed.

She looked at him and tilted her head. "Comment?"

"A fictional heroine from my own time," he said,

waving it off. "She's powerful, she's brilliant, she can fight, she can
fly, she's compassionate. They've been writing and drawing stories about her
for about seventy years now."

"It sounds fun," she sighed. "But I do not

wish to be ensnared in these time troubles, and I do everything I can to avoid
them. The less I know, the better. Protecting my queen is enough."

He nodded. "I promise to try and not add to your

troubles in this, and I'm sorry."

"You needn't be," she said easily, draining her

glass. "The debt I owe Chester for this is many years old, I am surprised
that he has not called it in before now, to be honest. How long has Becky been
at the Louvre?"

Mark thought about that. "Uh; a week to get to the

palace from where we were; then three weeks; and then it took me a week to get
here, so best guess is four weeks."

Alexandra nodded and considered. "The initial intense

scrutiny she would have been under will be relaxing after a month. They are no
doubt still training her, but she sounds very bright, so they will be eager to
move her into the court."

Mark nodded. "Alright, what do we do? Run in with

pistols blazing and swords unsheathed?"

She paused in her ruminations and looked at him for a moment

before shaking her head slowly, saying nothing. She poured herself another
glass of wine and nocked it back before sighing and returning to her thoughts.

"Uh, may I ask a question?" Mark said somewhat

meekly.

Alexandra looked at him and waited.

"If; you're one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting,"

Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Shouldn't you have at least seen or have
heard of Becky by now? I gotta admit, she's like you, she's really hard to
miss."

The French woman smiled prettily. "I have been away

some two months now on a delicate errand for my queen, one that took me south
to Spain."

"Pretending I was from Spain got me shot." Mark

grumbled.

Alexandra raised her eyebrows. "Ah, tu hablas

español?"

"Nope," Mark said, holding up his hands. "Not

goin' through this again. So, what do we do, Miss; uh, Miss;”

"Just call me Alexandra, cher," she said

easily. "And if we become friends, you may call me Alexa."

He nodded. "Okay, Alexandra. What is our plan?"

"I shall think on that," she replied. "We

will not be doing anything until at least tomorrow, I assure you. I only
returned this morning and even the queen does not know I am back yet. That
being said, you will be my guest here in my private apartments."

"Uh, okay," he said. "That doesn't sound too

bad, I guess."

"It is convenient, for one thing, but another is

perhaps a bit more personal and selfish on my part," Alexandra added.
"Be honest with me, Mark."

"Okay."

"Would your Becky be hurt or jealous if you and I were

to fuck?" she asked plainly.

Mark thought about that for a moment and then shook his

head. "She'd probably think there was something wrong with me if I didn't;
to be honest. Besides, if she thinks I'm dead, what's the harm?"

"Bien," the woman stated, nodding and

standing. "Tonight, you and I shall, oh, what is that English saying; ride
below the crupper."

"Never heard that, but I'm in," he said,

chuckling.

"And do not worry, unlike most people of this day and

age, I bathe daily, so you should not find my closeness offensive."
Alexandra added.

"I'm pretty sure you could smell like a federal

stimulus pork bill and I wouldn't notice," he laughed. "Don't you have
quarters at the Louvre?"

She nodded. "Oui, but my mistress allows me to

stay here when possible, since I am closer to the people of Paris this way. I
can look out my window, see them and remind myself of my duty to them."

"You're pretty complicated for a noblewoman." Mark

admitted. "History doesn't think much of your class of people."

"A deserved indictment, no doubt," she sighed.

"Alors, I did not keep you here to bore you with such ephemera, I
intend to pleasure you before making you risk your life again in the days
ahead."

The French Art of Feminine Disrobing.

He watched from his chair as she slowly turned around and

began the French art of feminine disrobing. She began by removing the rather
poufy blouse she was wearing, revealing her shapely back. She was beautiful,
but now he could see the lines of athleticism in her shoulders and torso, and
still somehow with the affectation of being delicate and womanly.

Alexandra then lifted one leg and removed her short boot

deftly, then reversed her pose as she removed the other boot. Her feet were
surprisingly dainty, but they seemed to be planted firmly on the floor.

Undoing the tie of her breeches, she wiggled them down over

her lovely hips, exposing her incredible behind. She bent over to push the
article of clothing down the rest of her statuesque legs and in spite of the
dim light, he could almost see her cunt just below those temping cheeks.

She stood up straight and stepped elegantly out of the pool

of her breeches, putting her hands over her bust as she turned her head to
smile at him coyly. As he watched, she slowly came around so she was facing him
now.

If Mark's jaw could have literally fallen off, it would

have. In the flickering candlelight, she was bewitching to behold. Her skin was
creamy and flawless, fair and yearning to be kissed. Her womanly hips carried
strength, melting into her glorious legs. Her snatch was hairless, something he
didn't associate at all with the period; especially the French.

"So, do you like what you see?" she purred,

enjoying his reaction. He nodded dumbly and she allowed her hands to fall away
from her tits, revealing them. Large and perfectly shaped, sitting high no
doubt because of her strong back and shoulders, and crowned with small, pink
nipples that made his mouth water.

"Now perhaps it is time for you to show me the man I

will enjoy?" Alexandra said softly, smiling. "Stand up and let me see
you, Mark."

He couldn't do a thing about his hard-on, so he didn't even

bother trying to conceal it. Still sitting, he removed his boots and socks
before standing. Without any of the grace displayed by his anticipated new
lover, Mark fumbled off his shirt, revealing his chest. He wasn't overly
muscular, of course, but he had more than enough tone and definition because of
the sports he'd played. She smiled and just watched quietly.

He undid the tie of his breeches and bent over to pull them

off. When he stood back up, his cock sprang to full attention, wobbling in
front of him slightly. Alexandra nodded, apparently in approval.

"Men of days to come seem to be gifted." Alexandra

stated in a sultry voice as she stepped forward, moving toward him.

“Or, perhaps today, for you; my dear Alexandra?” Mark

flirted in a manner even he found uncharacteristically competent.

He could feel his heart thundering in his chest as the

blonde goddess stepped closer and closer to him. She was then standing directly
in front of him, her glorious pelvic mound almost touching the tip of his
pulsing erection. He thought he might cum right on the spot.

Her elegant hand slowly reached out to take hold of his

turgid shaft, the fingers wrapping around gently and giving him the lightest of
squeezes.

"And now," she said in a whisper. "We shall’

The lock on the door clunked before it flew open and in stepped

a young woman with wavy dark hair and eyes, apparently not noticing the
activity within.

"I am back, mistress," the girl chirped as

she shut the door and locked it again. She seemed cheerful and energetic, her
green dress twirling about her prettily. "I bought some wine and also
the soap packets that you; oh! My apologies, mistress, I did not know you were
busy!"

"Do not worry, Lisette," Alexandra said

easily, clearly not at all surprised to see the girl while Mark just gaped. Her
hand was still on his cock and stroking gently as she acknowledged the
newcomer. "You're just in time to share dessert with me;”

Cirrhosis Of The Louvre

Mark blinked as he stared at the young woman who had just

sauntered in. About his age, she was rather short, but cute in a quirky kind of
way, with wavy dark hair that reached her jawline and cheerful brown eyes, over
which she wore small round spectacles. Her green dress looked like elegant and
well-maintained peasant wear. She seemed rather surprised to see him as well.

"A new playmate, mistress?" she asked in

French, clearly not surprised to see Lady Alexandra naked on her knees and
stroking Mark's cock.

"For now," Alexandra said easily, smiling

at her servant. "He actually is an associate of Monsieur Edgeworth and
needs our help."

"Oh, not that pain-in-the-ass again,"

muttered the girl named Lisette as she walked into the dimly-lit room, clearly
put off by the mention of Chester Edgeworth. Her accent was distinctly
different from Lady Alexandra's, more coarse and unsophisticated, even to
Mark's untrained ears. His translator device was having trouble keeping up. "Like
our lives are not difficult enough."

"Perhaps, but we have time for some fun, I am happy

to say." Alexandra pointed out, not at all bothered by her servant's
mutterings. "You will be delighted to know that in helping this young
man, we will be putting the spurs to the Red Duke."

"Well, there's that at least," Lisette

admitted, dropping the linen bags she had been carrying and coming toward them,
beginning to shed her dress and underthings without batting an eye. "This
one is tall, Mistress. And he has a blank expression about him. English? A
colonial?"

"Close enough, my love," Alexandra giggled,

watching as her beloved servant removed the last vestiges of her modesty,
standing naked before them now, except for her spectacles. Her tits were small,
her figure trim, but rounded in a youthful way; and devoid of fat excess fat,
but not skinny. Living and fighting alongside her Mistress meant Lisette had no
time for being indolent. She was probably also the best marksman outside of the
Sun King's army with a caliver. "He is indeed from the
colonies."

"And probably from some other time, if he's involved

with Edgeworth, but I have learned not to care," the brunette sighed
as she joined Alexandra in kneeling in front of Mark. "Very well, let's
fuck this one, before he gets killed, or unavailable like the others."

"Wait, what?" Mark asked, his eyes widening and

his erection threatening to retreat into his abdomen and his translator bud did
its job.

"Ignore her," Alexandra said easily, smirking at

her companion. "She is just being salty about a boy she liked to fuck down
at the market, no longer being available."

"He die of dysentery or something?" Mark asked.

Alexandra shrugged. "No, he got married."

"I'm still going to fuck him the next time I see

him;” Lisette said sullenly.

"Oh, sorry," Mark said, somewhat embarrassed.

"I guess I'm in the habit of assuming that you're the only person in this
time I'm ever gonna meet who isn't riddled with a pox or sexual disease."

"A fair assumption, my friend;” the blonde woman cooed

as she began kissing along the length of his veiny, rippled shaft and making
him shiver. The fireplace kept the room warm and also gave it an amber glow
that was so comforting and conducive to their current activities. Lisette
nestled in closer, smiling and fondling his sac gently while watching her
mistress pleasure their new plaything.

"He is large, Mistress," she mused, smiling

slyly. "Nearly the size of Buckingham, I think."

"Umm, the men of days to come do indeed seem to be

gifted," Alexandra murmured as she tilted his hard cock up and traced
the tip of her tongue along the vein on the underside. "Mark here is no
exception, it would seem."

Lisette's surprisingly well-kept fingernails grazed along

his thighs while she edged inward, wanting to be closer to her mistress.
Alexandra now swirled her tongue around his throbbing head before putting it
inside her warm, wet mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him before
slowly sliding in his length in one slow, steady motion. Mark shuddered in
pleasure, feeling her tongue swirling around his length, even as she kept her
mouth on him.

His fingers found their way into her lush, golden hair,

kneading at her scalp, and steadying himself while she began to bob back and
forth expertly. In the back of his mind, he realized that she was as good as
any girl from his own time at sucking cock. He shouldn't have been surprised,
but sex seemed to be the one human endeavor that didn't really progress as time
moved forward. People were either good at it, or weren't, and the best
techniques had probably been around for thousands of years, needing no
refinement.

Alexandra was living proof of that theory.

Lisette moved in and began kissing her mistress' neck and

collarbone, her hands now wondering and caressing the noblewoman's body with a
practiced ease. Alexandra continued to suck on Mark's cock readily, not at all
distracted by her servant's touch, but rather excited by it. She squirmed as
her cunt grew moist, yearning to feel this man's tool inside her.

Alexandra’s strong lips held his glans and her tongue rolled

around his purple tip. Lisette's mouth now joined Alexandra's in sliding up and
down the sided of his length before they kissed around his cock tip, tongues
flickering and sliding wetly as they moaned. His hands were on the back of
their heads and he shivered again, lost in the unreal sensations. He felt the brunette
girl take over sucking on him, while her blonde mistress nipped at the skin of
his waist.

"Umm, he has a big tool, mistress," purred

Lisette before bobbing along his shaft again. "A pity he will not be
available to us regularly."

"I think my friend is pleased with you, Mark,"

Alexandra said, smiling up at him slyly. "Do you wish to fuck us
both?"

"That; sounds great;” he grunted, closing his eyes and

concentrating on not cumming so damn quickly. These two were a wicked tag team.
"But what if one of you;”

"Fear not, cher, we will not," Alexandra

assured him. "I am classically trained, including in Roman medicines and
can prevent unexpected complications from arising. Or our bellies."

Mark didn't know exactly what 'Roman medicines' had to do

with contraception, but she was the expert in this time, so he'd take her word
for it. From what he'd read, the alternative in this era was a condom made of
linen, which wasn't even meant to prevent pregnancy so much as inhibit
pleasure. Hell with that.

"Are you any good with that tongue, man of the New

World?" she asked now, smiling at him wickedly.

"Becky seemed to think so." Mark replied,

trembling as he fought to hold on. He would welcome a chance to lick cunt if it
would keep him from embarrassing himself before he had properly fucked either
of them.

"Then Lisette will continue to see you your needs down

below, while I become acquainted with your face." Alexandra breathed. Mark
sighed as Lisette stopped sucking on his cock long enough to retrieve several
large, plush pillows and lay them on the floor near the fireplace. He was
almost in a daze as the blonde noblewoman led him to the scarlet and gold oreillers,
plump with down and feathers, and then rested him on top of them. Without
more ado, she nestled over his face, looking down his body, allowing him to
examine her while Lisette knelt between his legs and resumed wrapping her lips
around his cock loudly.

He marveled at her shining, slippery cunt, so tempting in

the flickering orange light of the hearth. He had now fucked a few French girls
in this time period, along with Becky, and they were all completely natural,
often unusually hairy between their legs. This glorious woman, however, kept
her twat completely smooth, a total aberration from the norm.

Lisette was almost shaven clean, which he could only assume

was at her mistress' behest.

He could see Alexandra's tiny, pink clit just peeking out

from under its hood, begging for attention. The wet, exquisite heat of
Lisette's mouth made his belly groan.

He pulled the blonde down onto his waiting mouth, needing to

distract himself. His tongue snaked between her wet nether lips and inside her.

Alexandra sighed shamelessly and squirmed on his mouth while

fondling her opulent tits. His fingers gripped her thighs tightly, flexing into
her delicate flesh. She was not kidding about taking care of herself compared
to her contemporaries. Her scent and her taste reminded him of Becky more than
anything. He pushed his tongue deeper inside her, massaging her walls and core
and making her gasp and shudder in delight.

She pulled at her nipples as she rocked back on forth on

Mark's mouth, enthralled by how skilled he was proving to be at pleasuring her
orally. He was quite possibly as good as Lisette, which was no small feat in
her opinion. Her calves pressed in around his ears, her pert derriere
bumping against his face. Mark's tongue flickered inside her and he buzzed his
lips on her, sending jolts through her whole body.

"Mistress, he is ready for you," Lisette

said, pulling her mouth off his cock and looking up at her lady while pumping
her tiny hand along his shaft. "Would you like to fuck him now?"

"Non, ma couer," breathed Alexandra, her

body now showing a sheen of sweat. "You may fuck him first. I assure
you he will bring you bliss. I am fine where I am for now."

Lisette nodded and moved to straddle Mark's hips, facing her

mistress. She took hold of his cock, biting her lip as she toyed it against her
cuntlips and clit. Finally, she pushed down, taking the head inside herself.
She sighed while Mark shuddered as he penetrated hervery tight cunt. She then
groaned loudly as she sank down, taking him all the way inside herself. She was
very tight and Mark made an incoherent sound into Alexandra's twat, making her
gasp and shudder violently, cumming suddenly. She leaned forward and grappled
onto Lisette, kissing her greedily as she came. Mark could feel her wetness
soaking his face, the heady aroma enthralling him.

Enveloped in a type of pleasure he had probably never experienced

before, even with Becky, he simply fought to control himself, lashing
Alexandra's inside with his tongue while Lisette squirmed up and down on his
cock, fucking him. Her cunt flexed and clenched expertly around him. He made a
guess about the blonde noblewoman above him and took hold of her ass cheeks,
pulling them apart before sliding a thumb through her puckered knot.

Alexandra wailed in unexpected delight at the intrusion

inside her back passage, pressing down and back against his hands and face. She
rocked wantonly, genuinely thankful for the meddlesome Chester Edgeworth on
this occasion. Mark showed no signs of relenting in his carnal assault.
Whatever courtesies men of days to come were taught about a woman's pleasure,
she envied the recipients.

"Uh, mistress," whimpered Lisette as she

squirmed, leaning backward while pumping her cunt on his cock. Alexandra could
see the burgeoning shaft splitting her servant-girl's puffy cuntlips wide,
glistening now with her wet desire as she squeezed around him. "Mistress,
he's going to make me cum!"

"Then cum, my dearest," Alexandra cooed,

eager to see her beloved Lisette in the throes of unbridled passion.
"And then I shall fuck him and we can cum; all of us, non?"

The mere mention of cumming with her mistress made Lisette

moan loudly, gyrating on Mark's cock with wild abandon. She was fairly bouncing
as the liquid heat washed through her, followed by the unreal tingles of la
petit mort. She leaned forward and kissed her mistress passionately, her
cunt clamping around Mark like a silken vise as she came.

"And now you, mistress!" she panted as she

regained control of her body, sliding off Mark's throbbing tool to make room
for the blonde woman. Somewhat reluctantly, Alexandra pulled her gooey cunt
away from Mark's mouth, shivering as his finger popped out of her ass. She
leaned down his body sensually, leaning over to take his cock in her mouth,
moaning in pleasure as she tasted Lisette's cum on his rigid staff.

Her head rose back up and her mouth left his coc,k and she

smiled back at him while she stroked his length. "Perhaps you could take
me from behind, my friend? It has been some time since I have felt it done
properly."

Mark nodded and clambered up to his feet, moving around

while Alexandra arranged Lisette, lying the brown-haired girl on her back. She
then sank down onto her, their arms wrapping around one another and they kissed
deeply and passionately, the mere sight of it driving Mark wild. They were so
total in their devotion that he wondered if they were in love.

Lisette then moved around deftly, so that her mouth was

beneath her mistress' dripping cunt, while the blonde woman hovered over her
servant, on her hands and knees. Mark stood behind Alexandra and settled onto
his knees. Lisette confidently reached up and took hold of Mark's pulsing cock,
guiding him closer, until he was holding Alexandra by the hips. She placed the
knob of his cock against her mistress' cunt lips, teasing it up and down for a
few moments. Alexandra's response was to sigh and kiss her servant's cunt
lovingly, making her shiver.

Mark pursed his lips as Lisette finally guided him inside

the aristocrat's snatch, with a slow, steady push. Already wet and ready,
Alexandra's cunt yielded before him easily, but he soon groaned as he realized
that further in she was as tight, if not tighter, than her servant, who was
considerably smaller in frame. Alexandra moaned into Lisette's cunt while Mark
trembled at the exquisite, wet heat. Once he had sunk in right up to the hilt,
he paused for several moments, adjusting to the wicked sensation. He already
understood he was no match for this woman's sexual prowess, and he was thankful
for her indulgence.

Once he was inside her, Lisette released him and wrapped her

hands around her mistress' thighs, holding them firmly while she began kissing
devotedly at her cuntlips, clit. Mark's visible shaft and balls bounced upon
her forhead. Clearly she intended to facilitate their mutual climax and make
sure they both experienced as much pleasure as they could handle. Knowing not
to wait any longer and to simply take cues from Lisette, Mark made sure he had
a firm grip and began pushing back and forth inside Alexandra, using long,
slow, and deliberate thrusts to begin. The blonde moaned in appreciation of his
efforts.

"Hmm, you are very skilled with your phallus, my

friend," she sighed, smiling back at him before returning to kissing
Lisette's cunt and sliding a slender finger inside her. "You do not just
fuck, like so many men of this day, but you know how to make love. Your Becky
is a lucky girl."

"Thanks;” he managed to say, praying for endurance as

he felt her rhythmically squeeze herself around him with every thrust, even
while she pleasured her servant girl. This woman was a succubus. Hadn't she
said she was an agent of Anne of Austria? She'd be formidable indeed. And if
she was one tenth as good with a sword or pistol as she was at fucking.

Alexandra giggled at his inability to speak in full

sentences, resolving to go easy on him and simply enjoy herself. A small
allowance, perhaps, since she was obligated to help him. She pushed back
slightly until her ass cheeks met his hips and her wet cuntlips pressed against
his skin, enveloping his cock entirely. Beneath her, Lisette kissed and slid
her tongue all over them, lost in a dutiful reverie.

She realized Mark could take guidance and instruction

without words, if she made her intentions known. She made him fuck her a little
faster now by not only moving back and forth, but by squeezing him inside her
more quickly, a technique she had taken years to perfect, but always to
advantage. Soon, he was sliding in and out of her rhythmically, almost pulling
his cockhead out of her before pushing all the way back in. Given his ample
length, this was a wicked delight for her; fucking his cock was even better
than sitting on his long eager tongue!

Lisette was not only pleasuring them, but helping to

regulate their coupling, something she could now do instinctively. Her devotion
to her mistress was total. If Alexandra was fucking a man, Lisette was not
jealous (usually), but simply played her part in making sure everyone enjoyed
the experience as much as possible. They were practiced lovers who knew one
another's needs and desires completely, and Lisette now fulfilled her role in
the tryst with sublime skill.

Mark shuddered as he felt Lisette's fingers massaging

beneath him, along his balls and even his taint. To his surprise, it served to
help distract him from the unreal pleasure if being deep inside Alexandra,
allowing him to last longer than he had any business hoping to. He began
pushing in and out a little harder, asserting himself and making the blonde
goddess moan in pleasure.

Soon, Mark was slapping his hips against her ass cheeks

loudly, increasing the tempo to the place where Lisette couldn't readily use
her dainty fingers on him. She instead continued lapping at her mistress' clit
and massaging the split lips as he fucked her.

Lisette trembled as Alexandra pushed two fingers deep inside

her now, finding her pleasure points with unfailing skill while she sucked on
her servant's clit, moaning around it. Alexandra squirmed back against Mark
lustily and onto Lisette's mouth, panting in delight.

"Oui!" she gasped, gyrating her pelvis

expertly, the rings of her cunt muscles rippling along Mark's throbbing cock.
"Right there! So good!"

Mark was finding his body trembling, the familiar tingle

starting to well up within him. His thrusts were faster but less controlled
now, his hips performing an almost shoving and scooping motion as he dug inside
the French noblewoman. Lisette was massaging her Mistress' cunt eagerly,
delighting in the mingling taste of desire on her two lovers. She watched as
Mark's glistening shaft slid back and forth, pulling wetly at Alexandra's
nether lips.

"Gonna cum!" he grunted, stiffening, trying to

hold on while making sure that was what she wanted.

"Yes!" Alexandra purred, her body flushing with

warmth at his words. She heard him groan and press as hard as he could against
her. She obliged by pushed back against him and squeezing for all she was
worth. She sighed loudly, sliding her fingers as deeply into Lisette as she
could, shivering in pleasure as her orgasm blossomed through her. Her wanton
cunt fluttered around Mark's cock as she felt it pulsing and spurting his
pearly cum deep inside her.

They heaved and ground against one another for nearly a

minute until Mark sagged back on his haunches, while Alexandra slowly laid
forward, his cock sliding out of her with a wet pop. She rested her tits now on
top of Lisette, who busied herself by tilting her head up between her mistress'
legs, kissing her cunt and then lapping at it hungrily, her tongue finding the
creamy globules of Mark's cum inside her, thrilling to the tangy taste. Alexandra
sighed in contentment, her eyes closed, squirming gently.

Not long had passed before the dutiful girl had cleaned her

mistress thoroughly, ending her task with loving kisses of devotion. Alexandra
rolled gently off to the side while Lisette got on her hands and knees, moving
over to between Mark's legs, He was serenely staring at the rafters and trying
to catch his breath. Without waiting for any particular permission (not that
any was forthcoming or needed), she took hold of his still-swollen but softening
cock and laved it with her mouth, once again thrilling to the taste of his cum
mixed with her mistress'. She cleaned him off readily, loving how responsive he
was to her touch.

Finally, Alexandra rose to her feet and came to stand beside

them. She pulled Lisette to her feet and wrapped her arms around the shorter
girl, kissing her deeply and lovingly. Lisette melted into her embrace,
submitting completely and with reverence. The kiss finally ended, and the
patrician smiled down at Mark before offering her hand to help him up.

"I found Lisette in Provence maybe three years ago,

trapped in a tiny chapel and being disgraced by a priest. I ran him through
with my blade and took her under my wing."

"Mistress has had my undying devotion and unconditional

love since then." Lisette added in very thick English, the first sounds of
it she had offered. The phrase sounded almost practiced or rehearsed to Mark's
ears, then he realized it probably was. Alexandra had taught Lisette what to
say about herself once she had initiated a beginning statement she'd recognize.
It was how they protected her in English, because it demonstrated the depth to
which they were devoted to one another; Alexandra would kill a man of God for
Lisette, and there was nothing in creation she would not do for her mistress.

"I believe it," Mark replied, nodding. "I'm

glad she saved you, Lisette, and Alexandra's lucky to have you."

Lisette was taken off-guard by what Mark had said once her

blonde mistress had translated for her, and she blushed and looked at the
floor. It occurred to Mark that she probably wasn't used to anyone aside from
Alexandra expressing any concern about her life or safety. She was just another
peasant, after all.

"Let us clean ourselves lightly and then prepare for a

light meal and then bed, shall we?" Lady D'assaut suggested. "Mark, I
do not know if you are a man of faith or not, but Lisette and I usually have
about an hour of devotional time just before we turn in. You may join us or do
as you please, as long as you're respectfully quiet."

Mark nodded and joined the pair in going to another room

that was clearly dedicated to bathing, something he doubted was all that common
in this time and place. Lady Alexandra really was out of the ordinary.

He watched with interest as Lisette helped her mistress into

the large, round wooden tub, under which a contained fire was glowing. Easily
big enough for the three of them (no doubt by design, he thought), he allowed
himself to be helped in before the two women began washing him, giggling as
they used tiny packets of powdered soap and their bodies to make sure he was
clean all over.

"Normally, to come across water like this is rare and

expensive," Alexandra explained as she knelt patiently and looked at him
while Lisette squeezed her tits into her mistress magnificent orbs, lathering
her. "But this particular building has an underground stream running below
it, so retrieving water from a well in the courtyard is comparatively simple.
And I do love to be clean."

"I can get behind that." Mark agreed.

"Maybe in the morning." Alexandra quipped readily,

winking at him. They finished bathing and then Lisette dutifully dried them
both off. Linen shifts were provided and then Mark sat with his host in the
study while Lisette prepared a light meal for them all. He'd never eaten a
pigeon before, but it was surprisingly good. Small nibs of sweetened chocolate
comprised dessert, and of course there was the wine.

Once they had finished, Alexandra and her companion excused

themselves and went into another small room to say their devotionals for maybe
an hour. Then they invited Mark to come and sleep with them in Alexandra's
massive, plush bed, covered in crimson sheets threaded with gold. Everyone
removed their linen shifts and clambered into bed. Alexandra and Lisette kissed
one another and then Mark goodnight.

In spite of having two naked women nestled into his sides,

he slept surprisingly well.

A Louvre Incarceration.

The moon was a bright white orb overhead as Rebecca looked

out the window from her stately bedroom. A tear glistened on her cheek, as it
had every night since her abduction and arrival in Paris. Not only was she
stuck here, in the Sun King's France, with no method of returning home, but she
was the unwilling 'guest' of Cardinal Richelieu, who was seeing her trained to
serve Queen Anne.

Worse still, and what truly broke her heart, Mark was dead.

Killed by the Cardinal's men and no doubt still lying in that fateful field,
his body ravaged by scavengers.

She bit her lip as tears started to roll down her face,

willing herself not to break into sobs that everyone on this floor of the
palace would hear.

She buried her face in her hands and surrendered to the

grief, shuddering as she wept, not caring about the moon framing her in rays of
silvery light.

She was so alone.

Mark had to exercise patience that morning, since they were

eating a leisurely breakfast and casually discussing matters. But the matters
were nothing of import, at least not from his point of view; they were not
improvising plans to save Becky, which was foremost on his mind.

Alexandra was well aware of the agitation just under his

calm surface and she finally sought to allay it. She smiled and put a hand on
top of his as she sat next to him at the table.

"My friend," she said gently in her impeccable

English. "Worry not for your Rebecca."

"How can you say that?" he asked, trying to keep

any exasperation out of his voice. "It's all that really matters to me,
not that I'm not grateful, of course. But I feel; I feel like we are
dawdling."

"I understand," she allowed, smiling her beautiful

smile that would drive the clouds away. "But I assure you, she is in no
immediate danger, now that she is in the Louvre. And as you have already noted,
she has been there for a month. We cannot simply rush in and storm the palace,
because we would be risking her life, along with many others, not the least of
which is my queen, Anne."

He sighed and nodded. "But you are helping me

rescue her, right? As in, we free her from the palace and she and I can get
away, find my time machine and go home?"

She smirked and nodded. Maybe she didn't blame him for his

suspicions. "Yes, Mark. That is the only end here. I cannot remain
indebted to our mutual associate Chester Edgeworth, especially not since this
is one of his temporal matters. I want nothing to do with them, so leaving; oh,
what is the term; 'loose ends', if you will, does not suit me. It pains me to
say so, since I like you, but with any luck, I will never see you again once we
have rescued your Rebecca."

She smiled and squeezed his hand again. "Please trust

me. And exercise patience. I already have a plan in mind, I just need more
information from the palace."

"Oh, okay," he said finally, hoping he wasn't

being unreasonable. "Just out of sorts, I guess. Not a lot of experience
with the Baroque Period."

She tilted her head slightly and smirked. "Baroque

Period? Is that what people in your time refer to this era as?"

Mark shrugged. "Yeah, I dunno why."

"In my language, baroque refers to an

oddly-shaped pearl," she mused. "You might have a better
understanding of my time and history than I do, in retrospect."

"I doubt it," he chuckled, put at ease once again

by her gracious manner. "I never really had much of a head for history.
Might actually be pretty skewed, since everything I know comes from movies and
novels written by people from your future."

"I don't know what a 'movie' is, but I think it's best

I not either," she mentioned, stroking his wrist. "Once Lisette has
finished serving dejeuner, she will proceed to the palace to see what
she can find out. While it is known that I am back in Paris, I do not want to
appear just yet for my royal duties. Maybe later today or tomorrow. While the
Cardinal cannot absolutely confirm that I am more than a lady-in-waiting for
the Queen, I wish to not give him any reason to start looking."

"Fair enough," Mark allowed. "So, what'll we

do until then?"

"While I could indeed provide endless hours of pleasant

discourse for you, I think that would not be the best idea, since you are a man
of tomorrow." Alexandra pointed out. "And, to be honest, I am rather
smitten with your lovely cock at the moment. So, I was thinking that we might
continue to fuck one another until it is time for us to undertake your
mission."

Mark laughed. "Yeah, I'm good with that. "Becky

would think I had gone totally stupid if I didn't agree to kill time that
way."

"I do not know her yet and I think I love her,"

Alexandra mused, smirking. Her sapphire eyes glittered with delight. "We
shall make the most of our time together."

They went back to eating their breakfast, prepared by

Lisette, and if Mark found the fare unusual, he certainly couldn't complain
about the taste. Sausages, hearty bread, along with some vegetables and a
broth. A new delicacy to the Sun King's France, Chantilly cream, rounded out
the meal, and she promised him that later they would share of bottle of a very
special new type of wine, from the region of Champagne.

Lisette had dressed and excused herself, heading off to the

Louvre to find out information for her Mistress. This left Mark alone with
Alexandra, and if he was feeling any awkwardness, she certainly wasn't. She
smiled and shed her clothes, exposing her glorious body. She took him by the
hand and led him back to her bedroom, smiling at him.

"Not to seem indelicate, Mark, but; have you ever

fucked a girl in her behind before?" she asked.

He nodded. "Done it with Becky more than a few times

recently. And yeah, I'd really like to fuck yours."

She smiled, pleased with his response. "Excellent, it

has been a while for me, at least since a man has done it to me."

"Lisette certainly has her uses." Mark chuckled.

"More than you can ever know, my friend," she

agreed as she stood in front of him and helped remove his clothing. She was
close enough that her tits pressed to his chest, her hips touched his and her
cunt was nestled against his cock, which was beginning to swell. She looked up
into his eyes, her own glinting with desire. "I look forward to feeling
you in my ass, Mark."

She put her arms around him and pressed her lips to his,

kissing him deeply. He was thrilled by her assertiveness, even if she wasn't
being dominant. His own hands rested on her hips before starting to wander
around her divine form, finally finding her ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging
them, making Alexandra moan.

"What I am starting to appreciate about you men of the

future is that you enjoy lovemaking and carnal activity for its own sake,"
she purred, one of her hands now sliding down to find his cock and stroking it.
"You seem free of the confines of the church's strictures, proscribing
pleasure through sexual activity."

"Not much point in doing it if you don't enjoy

it," he agreed, shivering as her nipples poked against his chest while she
squirmed her tits around. She bit his lower lip and tugged back on it, wiggling
her ass cheeks against his hands. "And you seem to enjoy it a lot for
someone from this time."

She broke their kiss to look up at him again, her eyes flashing

with her growing to fuck. Her hand was fondling his cock, which was now rigid
and pulsing. "In my service to the queen, sex is often a weapon I employ.
I am required to be proficient in its use to defend her and the realm."

"Lucky me," he breathed as she knelt in front of

him, dragging her opulent tits down his torso before arriving at his phallus.
He shuddered as she began kissing his cockhead before slowly sliding him into
her mouth and down her throat. "Uh, God. Beck; I mean, Alexandra."

She giggled and pulled her mouth off his cock to look up at

him in amusement, her hands still stroking. "Our techniques are that
similar? It took much training for me to be this good, if the women of your
time are this competent with ease, then I am jealous."

She buried his cock in her mouth again, bobbing back and

forth lustily and making him shiver and grasp at her golden locks. Her own hand
snaked down between her legs and began playing with her increasingly wet cunt,
teasing it. She knew they had at least a few hours before Lisette's return and
she intended to make the most of them.

Mark groaned and fought to control himself, little or no

match for her exquisite technique. He knew he'd have to fuck her soon, or he'd
be cumming in her mouth. And he was really looking forward to fucking her ass,
as she intended.

"Hmm," she purred, popping her mouth off of his

cock and smiling slyly while sliding her tongue up the underside as she held it
up. "Would you care for a chance to reciprocate, lover?"

He nodded, and she stood before pulling him onto the bed.

She laid him on his back and then crawled over him, facing down his body. She
didn't suck on him again, so much as she toyed with his cock to keep him hard,
while allowing him to kiss and lick her slick, pliant snatch. Mark buried his
tongue inside her and Alexandra moaned loudly, pumping his cock.

Mark slid his tongue in and out of her, marveling at her

taste. He also began teasing her little knot, slipping the tip of his finger
into her ass, making her groan shamelessly. She wriggled back against him, her
glorious behind swaying above his face while her cunt pressed to his mouth.

His finger pushed further inside her ass, wiggling about,

exploring her. He gently added another and she keen as his fingers stretched
her knot, preparing her for his cock. She was gasping now, her body incredibly
warm and her skin flush with desire. She lunged his cock back into her mouth
again, bobbing up and down hungrily.

She pulled herself off his tongue and fingers, squirming

down his body until she was straddling his cock. She eagerly slid his throbbing
cock inside her cunt, causing him to stiffen and arch his back. She rode up and
down lustily on him, while reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart. Mark
took the hint and began fingering her puckered hole again, making sure it
stayed limber and ready to receive him when she was ready.

He shuddered as she squeezed herself around him, rippling

her cunt wickedly until they were both sweating and shaking. Then she looked
back at him and he nodded. She pulled off his cock and spun herself around, now
facing him. She put on hand on his chest to steady herself, while the other
reached back and took hold of his tool, helping to guide it to her quivering
notch. Her felt it press against her ring, slippery with her cunt juices and
then popping through readily. Alexandra sighed as she slowly but steadily
settled down, taking him inside her back passage. Within seconds, he was buried
to the hilt inside her. They both sat still for several seconds, just reveling
in the feel of their union.

Alexandra began slowly moving up and down, Mark's cock

sliding inside her ass. She pulled up until only the head was inside her, then
sank back down, taking him all the way back in. Mark's hands moved up to her
opulent tits and began caressing and squeezing them. She murmured in pleasure
at his touch and clenched her cheeks, squeezing him tightly inside herself.

"Yes, I will certainly miss this," she breathed,

her eyes closed. "You are so deep inside me."

He pushed his hips up and down in rhythm with her movements,

his fingers now rolling around her nipples, pinching and tugging on them, the
sting sending taboo thrills lancing through her. Her fingernails pressed
against the skin of his chest before she leaned down and kissed him heatedly,
their tongues tangling. The change in the angle of penetration meant she rocked
back and forth along his length now. His hands moved down to cup her ass cheeks
again, massaging them in circles and pulling them apart, making her whimper in
delight.

Their bodies churned and writhed against one another

heatedly, mingling in pleasure. Their kissing became more fevered as tingling
warmth enveloped them both. Then panted through the kiss, with Mark bracing his
legs to thrust himself up deeper inside her while she braced her hands outside
his shoulders and pushed back against him, burying his cock deeper in her ass
than ever. Sweat shone on their skin as she pulled back from the kiss and
started down into his eyes.

Mark shook uncontrollably and groaned loudly, pushing up

with all his might. Alexandra sighed and sat up tall, sinking onto him as he
began pumping his cum into her ass. Her knot clenched greedily, throbbing
around him as he filled her tight confines with his essence. She massaged her
cunt frantically, her fingers flying over her clit. She bathed his groin with
her cum. Colors swirled behind her eyes as the climax permeated her being. She
couldn't remember the last time a man had made her cum so hard.

Not since;

She shuddered and collapsed on top of Mark, trembling. He

lay beneath her, his hands tiredly coming to rest on her lower back. They lay
in exhausted bliss together, unwilling to move. His cock throbbed in her ass,
which gripped him possessively, unwilling to relinquish his prize. He showed no
sign of softening, which she was thankful for, since she was deliciously pinned
to him.

A full hour-hour passed before they stirred. She smiled down

at him before kissing him again. She rocked on his stiff cock before slowly
pulling off and then laying on her side, pressed to him. She kissed his jaw,
whispering words of gratefulness to him.

She felt the need to do so, since there was a distinct

possibility that these might be his last days alive, given the danger they
would face in rescuing Rebecca.

Alexandra had sworn to try and help him, and she would do

everything she could, so long as it did not compromise her service to the
queen. She couldn't tell him exactly how much planning and detail this required
as a result, since letting the silly boy know the extreme danger he was about
to face might make him balk at a crucial moment and then death was inevitable.
She could only hope that his excellent physical health and desperation would
see him through. It was all they had.

Lisette would be back soon, and it would time to plan their

mission.

God help us all.

Rebecca sat in her chair at the small desk of her bedroom,

scowling as she drained her glass of red wine, the fourth she'd had in the past
hour. She knew she was drunk, but she was too sullen and angry to feel it.
She'd done little except drink since she'd been brought to the Louvre. Except
for when she was heading to bed, she was rarely alone, surrounded by women who
dressed her as a lady of the court and attempted to train her in her duties.

She proved predictably reticent, although she had stopped

punching her handlers over the last week or so. It wasn't their fault, after
all. A few of them seemed worried about her well-being if she continued to
prove so difficult, but Becky was mostly beyond caring.

What did she have to look forward to, now? Life amongst

these backward, stymphian midgets? She had a distinct feeling she was better
off dead.

She sighed and opened another bottle, pouring her fifth

glass of the evening. Oblivion in wine was all she looked forward to.

"Oh, there you are. I was hoping to meet you;”

lilted an attractive voice from her door.

Facing away from the entrance to her room, Becky looked up

into the mirror on the wall, and saw a striking silhouette standing in the
entranceway. A tall woman in a burgeoning gown stood there, apparently waiting
for permission to enter. Slowly she turned around, hoping her eyes weren't too
bleary with wine and grief.

She rose from her chair and stood quietly, holding her hands

primly in front of herself. She dipped her knees slightly in a curtsey, just in
case this was Anne of Austria.

The figure came into the room slowly, approaching her. The

lamps and candle finally illumined her, and Becky's breath was taken away; the
woman was stunning! Golden blonde hair spilled down her back, while her
sapphire eyes gleamed with a sensual intelligence. Her face was classically
beautiful and her impressive bust sat high inside her dress, the cleavage
prominently displayed, as was typical of the court. Becky felt a tingle inside
herself as she approached.

"You are Rebecca, oui?" the woman asked,

her voice glorious in Becky's ears. She stopped in front her and smiled
dazzlingly before returning the curtsey. "I am Alexandra D'assaut, one
of her majesty's ladies. I am pleased to finally meet you."

"I; it is a pleasure to meet you, too, my

lady." Becky said falteringly. This woman was more beautiful than she
thought possible for someone of this era.

"I know you are new to the palace, and it is rumored

that the circumstances of your arrival were less than ideal,"
continued Alexandra. "You are even more beautiful than I have been
told, Rebecca, and I sense a great sadness in you."

She stepped even closer to Becky, who bit her lip and

swallowed slightly. Their tits were almost touching, and she could feel her
heart thumping in her chest.

"But I say to you now, my friend, despair not and

take heart," Alexandra said in a voice barely above a whisper, as if
what she was saying was a secret meant only for Rebecca. "The days to
come will give you hope."

Becky didn't know what this woman meant, but she wanted to

believe her. The ache in her heart lessened slightly. They stared into one
another's blue eyes quietly, lost in what they saw.

And then Alexandra leaned in and pressed her lips to

Becky's, kissing her gently. Becky did not retreat from the kiss, although it
was a second or two before she could react. She then moaned slightly and
returned the kiss. The two women moved closer, tits pressing as they held one
another by the arms and continued to kiss. Becky trembled, thrilling to the
intimacy they shared.

Alexandra pulled back from the kiss, a tempting strand of

desire hanging between their lips. They both breathed as they stared, but she
finally smiled and delicately used her finger to wipe the strand from their
lips.

"You will see me again soon, my friend,"

she cooed, her fingers gently caressing Becky's cheek. "I look forward
to our reacquaintance."

She backed up two steps and curtseyed gracefully, compelling

Becky to hastily do the same, before she turned and glided out of the room,
like a vision. Becky unsteadily sat back in her chair and let out a heavy sigh.
Her heart was still pounding, and for the first time in weeks, she felt
something other than heartache.

Becky turned back to her bottle, trying to distract herself

from the unexpected throb in her loins.

"Your majesty." Alexandra said reverently,

her curtsey deep and formal. "I have come to speak with you about a
matter of some concern."

Sitting in an ornate chair in the lavish boudoir, Anne of

Austria, probably the most famous woman in Christendom, smiled at her trusted
servant. "You have only just returned from Spain, my dearest Alexandra,
and you have yet another matter to bring before me?"

Alexandra nodded humbly, her hands in her lap. "Yes,

my queen. Though it pains me to do so, I must beg a boon and ask you to trust
me."

"My trust in you is implicit, Alexandra D'Assaut,

and needs no confirmation. Has it ever?" the queen intoned, gesturing
for Alexandra to approach her, while waving for her attendants to live them
alone. The two women curtseyed and exited quickly. Alexandra knelt in front of
Anne and put her hand on the queen's knee in supplication, not looking up.

"Your majesty, a beautiful young woman has recently

been added to your retinue, and is set to enter your service within the next
few weeks."

Anne smiled and nodded. "I have not met her, but I

am told she is quite possibly the only woman in France who rivals you in
beauty. Her name is Rebecca, oui?"

"Just so, my queen." Alexandra confirmed.

"Do you wish for her to serve directly under you as

a lady of the court?" Anne asked, knowing full well that Alexandra
also enjoyed the company of woman, not merely men.

"She is indeed breathtaking to behold, my queen, but

no, that is not my request of you. The girl, Rebecca, do you know how she was brought
to Paris?"

Anne considered. "The rumor is that she was found by

the Cardinal, who was convinced she would make a magnificent addition to my
household. She did not come willingly, initially, and has proven somewhat
intractable since."

Alexandra nodded. "It is as you say, your majesty.

But I know something about this woman that not even the Cardinal knows or can
begin to guess at."

The queen frowned slightly. "She is not a danger to

us, is she?"

"Not as such, no," Alexandra admitted. "But

please accept my word on faith that we have no right to her and must not keep
her."

Anne tilted her head. "Is she secretly a member of a

royal family?"

"Not at all, no, but her presence in Paris, in

France, is a source of complication that even I could not save us from."
Alexandra said, her voice betraying the seriousness of her words.

"And you feel I would be best off knowing what this

danger is," mused the queen. "Do you need to kill her,
Alexandra?"

Alexandra finally smiled and looked up at the queen. "No,

your majesty. But I will tell you now, that I must spirit her away from Paris,
and the Cardinal will not take kindly to this action. The next few nights in
the palace may be; tumultuous."

Anne could not help but smirk. Though the Queen and Cardinal

were both devoted servants of the king, they were not allies and frequently at
odds. Few things brought Anne more joy than to cause consternation for
Richelieu.

"Do what you must, my beautiful Alexa," she

said finally. "As in all things, you have my trust and blessing."

"Your majesty, thank you;” Alexandra said,

taking the queen's proffered hand and kissing it reverently.

"Go on, then, silly girl," Anne giggled. "We

mustn't keep the good Cardinal waiting."

Alexandra stood and curtseyed deeply, before backing up and

then turning and exiting the room. The queen sat quietly for some time,
wondering what danger was posed by this girl, which her most trusted agent had
mentioned. She was aware that Alexa knew things that few people alive were
privy to, and for her to ask for total trust was no small thing.

"God bless you and protect you, Alexandra,"

she thought, sighing at how helpless she felt. "Where would I, where
would France be, without you to defend it?"

Planning an exit.

"What you need to understand, Mark, is that Lisette and

I will be aiding you in every way we can," Alexandra explained as she
helped dress him in his attire meant to get him into the palace. "But we
cannot be seen fighting for you under any circumstances. Not only would it
jeopardize the queen, but it would not benefit your cause any, because the
Cardinal, in his wrath, would call all of Paris down on our heads. Our one hope
lies in misdirection and confusion."

Mark nodded, holding his arms out to the sides while his

host and her servant fixed the ties on his sleeves in place. He had been
relieved when Alexandra informed him that she'd found Becky and she was fine,
if desperate to escape. "You're dressing me up as a musketeer? Aren't they
a little too famous for me to pull this off?"

Alexandra smiled. "The history and propaganda of your

own era seems to have idealized them beyond their actual station, my friend.
The Musketeers, as you seem to know them, are a junior regiment in the king's
service, known for their boisterousness and elan, but hardly socially
prominent. No, the palace itself is watched by the Garde-du-Corps and
the Cent Suisse. And trust me, Mark, you do not want to get on the wrong
side of the Swiss Guard."

"So if I'm a nobody, how do I prevent any somebody from

giving me a very thorough anal probe?" he asked, watching as they fixed a
colorful sash around his waist, along with a baldric.

"You will be given two missives, one with the royal

seal of the king, and another with the seal of the Cardinal," she
explained. "If anyone stops you, do not speak, simply show them one
letter or the other, depending on whom you are confronted by, and act
impatient, as if they are holding up your mission. Let the seals do the work
for you, Mark."

"Okay, that sounds good in theory, but;”

She nodded. "No battle plan survives contact with the

enemy. If things 'go to Hell', to borrow a phrase from your time, I assure you,
Lisette and I will be ready. I will teach you some helpful phrases, to be used
if necessary. Your only goal at that point is to reach Rebecca, who will be in
the room I have shown you on the map of the palace, and then to make it to the Cour
Caree, where a non-descript carriage will be waiting to take you to a safe
place of mine."

"Wait, what's gonna happen to you and Lisette?" he

asked, clearly concerned as they fitted him with a belt now.

Alexandra smiled and touched his cheek with her hand.

"You needn't worry, Mark. We have been in tighter fixes than this, I
assure you. My determination to be free of Chester's debt is motivation enough
to make sure this plan succeeds in a spectacular manner."

They had gone over the plan she'd devised, and she had made

him memorize the route he would take through the palace, once he had been
admitted. She had taught him some basic bur essential French phrases, making
sure that he spoke them flawlessly, all on the hope he would never need to use
them. So much of this depended on Mark's willingness to stick to the initial
plan. Could this undisciplined boy from the future be trusted to do so?

Lastly, they fitted him with his tabard, the blue trimmed

with white and the fleur-de-lis, indicating his membership in the
Musketeers. She deemed it unlikely he would run into any actual Musketeers
inside the palace, since their own headquarters was some blocks away on the Rue
de Siene.

"Cool, I get a rapier and a pistol?" he remarked

in excitement as they slid the sword into its scabbard and a wheellock pistol
into a holster.

"With any luck, you will not need to try and use

them," she answered somewhat grimly. "Because I am willing to bet
that even the most junior scullery maid in the royal kitchens would prove
better with a blade than you, my friend."

Mark grunted and looked put off, but he needed to hear the

truth. These were not meant to be weapons, except as a very last resort. They
were props to get him to Rebecca.

"Now," Alexandra said, standing in front of him

and smoothing any wrinkles out of his shirt. "What is your name?"

"Mark."

She closed her eyes for a moment before speaking again.

"No. What is your name that I have given you for this little caper of
ours?"

"Oh, uh; Benat."

"Yes," she confirmed, thankful that he had

remembered at least that much. "You are Benat du Ferres, of Soule, from
the south of the realm, near the Spanish border, which accounts from your
almost incomprehensible accent when you speak. With any luck, it should annoy
people you speak with so badly that they'll dismiss you quickly and send you on
your way."

"Mademoiselle From Armentiers." Mark mused,

smirking. Alexandra gave him a quizzical look. "Nothing, just a song from
my own era."

"Wildly inaccurate, then, since I have been to

Armentiers and there are no ladies to be found, I assure you." Alexandra
sighed. "Anyhoo, we are about as ready as we can be without over-planning.
I still have a few matters to prepare on my own behalf, so Lisette will see you
down to the carriage that will take you to the palace."

She embraced him now, her arms holding him close and her

mouth on his neck, giving him a kiss. Mark stiffened for a moment but then
returned the hug.

"Have faith, Mark," she whispered. "All will

be well. If I have my way, Lisette and I will see you and Becky before you
return to your own time."

She released him and turned to walk into her study. Lisette

put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at her and she smiled
prettily.

"Let us go, young master," she said,

tilting her head toward the wall where a secret door was already opened. "Adventure
awaits us."

To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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