Depression by cmsix

Chapter 41

Whether I needed it or not I slept through the night. A fairly long nap since it wasn't even night when I went to sleep. Needless to say my bladder was raising all kinds of hell with me when I woke. I made my way to the edge of the bed and ended up leading Tutsie to the bathroom. He gave me such a look as he quickstepped over to his lawn.

I had a longer shower this morning, wasting no telling how much hot water but enjoying myself immensely. What the hell, I had my own castle, or palace or whatever it was supposed to be called and if I wanted to waste hot water I was going to.

My bed mates were still sleeping when I left the bathroom clean and dry. I dressed as quietly as possible and for a wonder I didn't wake a one of them, except Meka. By the time I was ready to look for breakfast she was dressed and ready to help me. Tutsie didn't have time for us to search though and he led us to the dining room without an error in his step.

As if they'd been waiting on go, serving girls came giggling and serving before we could get settled into our chairs. Tutsie was standing on his perch, wagging his tail, and even giving a little friendly bark as the food approached.

"Daddy, what you do with dead men?" Meka asked, right before she filled her mouth.

"I haven't decided yet; any suggestions?"

"Need to go back where came from. Don't know how. Live men want to stay here," she said.

"Do you want all their hair?"

"No. That's white man's joke anyway. It was fun a few times, but too much work for all the dead this time," she said.

"May I make a suggestion?" Big Boy thought into my head.

"Of course."

"I would like to take care of the bodies," he said, or thought, or whatever.

"Be my guest, but out of curiosity, what are you going to do?"

"It isn't too much work for me to scalp them, and frankly, I'm not that fond of France. I will have them scalped, more or less mechanically, and then have the bodies float into the King's courtyard. Of course I'll wait until he is there to enjoy them," he said.

"It might be thought provoking for him at that."

"I don't trust him to think. I believe I'll explain something to him in this timeline's second incarnation of the loudspeaker when I do it."

"Explain what?" I asked, I couldn't help myself.

"I'm going to explain that you've grown tired of his antics and that he could very well be one of the dead if he doesn't leave you alone. Who knows, I might even give him a small shaking while I'm at it."

"Knock yourself out. Can we go home tonight then? You won't need us will you?" I asked.

"Unless something else comes up. It isn't like I can't bring you back on short notice," he said, and almost sounded like he was trying to be funny. Trying hell, he got the job done.

Now there was a sobering thought. An alien, one that had complete control over me, mine, and everything - here he was making jokes about shaking or killing a king. It made me a little nervous, but I got over it.

The women showed up about halfway through our breakfast. Just to show I had manners I started over again with them. Later, back in the study, I told them that we were probably leaving tonight.

"But, where are we going?" asked Abella.

"We're going home, to America," Jaycee said.

"But what should we pack? How will we travel?" Babette asked.

"We'll be taking the same carriage you used to get here," I said.

"But we didn't even know we were coming, and we didn't use a carriage. We went to sleep and woke up here," Nanine said.

"Exactly."

"We have a lot of packing to do today," Abella said.

"Don't bother. Your clothes won't fit in where we're going," Delphine told them.

"Then what will we wear?" Abella asked.

"We will buy new clothes. I'm sure Ethel will be thrilled to take us shopping," Cécile told them.

"What will we wear until they are ready," Kamille asked.

"They are ready now. All you have to do is try on different sizes until you find clothes you like, and that fit you," Adèle said.

"I don't understand," Abella said.

"We didn't either, and we didn't have any sensible warning. Don't worry about it. We will all buy new clothes when we get to Ethel's house," Cécile said.

I could tell that the questions were just getting started instead of winding down, and I'd enjoyed about all of them I could stand. Meka, Tutsie, and I slipped out unnoticed, headed to my barn, and took a nice ride - a nice long ride.

We took such a ride that I stopped at one of the gates and used their intercom to have a picnic lunch sent out for us. After it arrived Tutsie seemed to really enjoy gobbling up food off the ground. I guess it had been a little unnatural for him on his high-perch at the table. He looked almost giddy when he realized he could run around, water the grass, and fertilize without having someone take him somewhere.

"We go home tonight?" Meka asked, after we'd finished eating.

"I guess you could call it that. We've had our home here all along, but we will be going back to see George and Ethel and all the others."

"When we see Jahedo and my people again?" she asked next.

"I don't know. We can probably ask for a visit after we've been at George's a few days. Do you miss them?" I asked.

"No, not miss them, much. Feel need, feel funny."

Right about then I figured I'd be getting an explanation from Big Boy about Meka's feeling but I didn't. He was strangely silent, almost as if he was gone again. He wasn't gone because I'd noticed a feeling of my own that let me know Big Boy was at least somewhere in our vicinity. Still, he kept his thoughts to himself and I didn't think any questions to him.

We'd had a fine time riding around and doing nothing, but we decided to head home so we could get there in time for a real sit down supper with everyone else.

Damned if I didn't get a feeling of my own during supper. The food was all great but even while I was shoveling it in with both hands I felt a little restless, as if I'd forgotten to do something. Near the end of the meal it went away though, and that seemed even more odd. Finally, a large helping of peach pie made me forget my mental discomfort.

Big Boy had said that tonight was the night we'd be on our way back to the ranch, but as I tried to think of what we'd need to take back with us, and thus need to move from our palace to our home before we left, I got new word from the big man.

"We are not done here as I'd assumed," he said, into my head.

"Indeed, what's left on our French agenda?"

"We will be staying to see how the boy king reacts to his delivery tomorrow. Opinions on whether he will get the proper message are divided and we've been encouraged to wait and see what happens," he told me.

"I don't see where it will hurt anything. We still don't lose any uptime time while we're here do we?" I asked.

"No, you will still return the next morning, no matter how long you stay."

"Just as well then. I'm rested now and I believe I'll amuse myself with the harem you seem to be providing," I said.

"It isn't as if I were procuring for you, things just seem to keep cropping up."

"I believe those are beautiful women and girls that keep cropping up. I am not complaining. Mine is not to reason why," I said, trying not to chortle

I know that Jaycee and Meka both noticed that they didn't get the expected signal that preceded a time traveling sleep. Jaycee wasn't bothered by it and Meka wasn't either, exactly.

"We not go tonight Daddy," she told me.

"Are you disappointed?" I asked, as we were heading toward my bedroom, and I mean we as in all of us.

"No, and funny feeling gone now. I sleep in my room tonight, Daddy must entertain," she said, grabbing up Tutsie and laughing at me.

Jaycee didn't mention a thing, but she made sure she was the first one naked and into bed. I figured this was a strong hint that she wanted the first dick ride. She wasn't taking any chances that I could bear up to handle everyone. I was pretty sure there wasn't a chance of that either.

Fawne noticed right away that Jaycee was in the lead and she did her best to be next naked. With she and Jaycee already bare and in bed, the others noticed and began hurrying to help them.

I knew in my heart that some of them would be relieved, and some would end up disappointed, but I was only one man and only had one dick, and even my tongue wasn't in that great a shape. Besides, I couldn't dwell on it.

When I had my clothes off I let my hard dick lead me to the bed, which was already full of beautiful naked women.

"Come to Mama," Jaycee said, as I approached, and then she threw back the covers and showed me she'd already made a V for me.

I settled down between her legs and gave her a good kissing, then moved to nibble on an ear.

"No need for a warm up tonight, I'm so horny I'm gushing already. Just shove it in and get to the pumping. If you want to play with my titties a little after you're underway that's fine too, but I want some of that dick now ," she said, and she wasn't whispering.

Many of my intendeds giggled at that and a few blushed and averted their eyes. Jaycee reached between her legs and then mine and guided my German helmet to the spot she wanted it, swabbing it up and down her wet love lips a time or two just for luck.

I pushed in slowly and made the whole trip into her wet heat with no trouble. She must have been as horny as she'd said because she used her fingers to spur my ass cheeks and try to force me in deeper. What the hell, as Longarm always said, "Powder River, and let her buck." I started fucking for all I was worth.

Jaycee was hotter than I'd thought and she didn't make it for twenty strokes before she gave up the ghost and howled out her pleasure. I hadn't even really got going yet. Fawne didn't cut me any slack though and I went from one hot wet pussy directly into another one, but Fawne couldn't hold out either. She made it longer than Jaycee had but not that much longer.

Delphine claimed me next and then Cécile took a turn. I couldn't believe how long I was lasting but it didn't seem like I was getting any alien help, even though I probably needed it.

I finally got a splashdown in Adèle's warm wetness but my dick didn't deflate in the least, hell, I even felt it surge when I realized that I had already punched the ticket of every old friend with me and was in line for some of the new pussy that had just arrived.

I was too hot and horny myself to play with the new virgins present, but I gave both of the widows a thorough fucking, blasting a load up Abella after a good workout and then doing the deed to Babette after only a short breather.

I was proud of myself for a few seconds and then dissolved into sleep.

In the morning I was up bright eyed and bushy tailed; I showered and dressed before anyone else left the bed. When I made it to the dining room for breakfast, Meka and Tutsie were already there. Coffee appeared for me as soon as I sat and then food for the three of us started arriving.

The others made their appearance about half an hour later and they were all smiles, and plenty of blushes too. Hell, I could live with that. I stayed with them nibbling and drinking coffee until they were done and then we all headed for my study. We hadn't been there an hour when Big Boy let me know that a show was about to begin on the war room TV.

We went in and took seats and a birds eye view of one of the young king's courtyards appeared. Louis XIII was still nibbling on what must have been his breakfast when the first body dropped in uninvited. He was shocked but not nearly so much as the armsman that went to look it over. He arrived just in time to be struck down by the next body.

I'll have to say that Big Boy did a bang up job. I'd thought that the recently deceased would drift in sort of casually. Who'd have thought of a bombing run using scalped dead bodies as bombs? And they arranged themselves so artfully as they fell into place. The leaders that had been the first to die after they made pest of themselves were the last to drop in. I'm sure the king could recognize them from where he sat.

I know for sure that Armand Jean du Plessis, soon to be Cardinal Richelieu, who was with the king, recognized them. They were both nearly beside themselves wondering what was happening. Especially since none of the armsmen had hung around after that first one was struck down. The rest had hauled their asses.

Good old Louis and Armand were even more shocked when that loud voice accosted them from nowhere. It informed Louis that he had better stop bothering duc John(I guess that was me)if he knew what was good for him.

"In fact," Big Boy's amplified voice told him, "I will further explain things to Armand and he can give you the details when I return him.

Then the future Cardinal of the Roman Catholic Church vanished.

I'm sure it was impressive but I couldn't help but think Big Boy had gotten carried away. He as much as admitted it when he spoke into my head a few seconds later.

"John, I'll want you to speak to our guest."

"What do you mean our guest, paleface," I said.

"Yes, I was taken with the moment, but this will still be to our benefit."

"I suppose it will, but I think I'm going to want you to provide some special effects," I said.

"What type will you need?"

"Nothing alarming. I just want you to let him feel a sharp short tug on his testicles when I indicate. Only to emphasize my point you understand."

"Yes. I can see where that would concentrate his attention."

Big Boy had stowed the good churchman in a dank dark cell that he'd made just for the occasion. I'm sure it was impressive since there was no window or door. It didn't need one since he'd been transported in, and when he left it would be in the same manner.

We let him have a few hours to reflect on his sins, if he was capable, and then Big Boy fetched him to an audience with the great, me.

"Welcome Armand, I hope you're well, and I also hope you decide to remain well. It is up to you though," I said to him, when he appeared.

I'll have to hand it to him; his composure was magnificent, so far. He had been snatched from breakfast with the king after quite an alarming rain of hairless dead men, and he didn't even look nervous. He also didn't waste time on pecker checking language games. He spoke English to me right away.

"You have the advantage of me sir," he said, no doubt referring to my knowing his name and he not knowing mine.

"I most certainly do, and I will keep it, but if you want to know my name, it is John. I'm from America and I'm here to complain about your invasion into my country."

"But the Americas can't be your country," he said.

"That is so typically ethnocentric of you Armand, they were discovered by my ancestors thousands of years ago and we were living there peacefully until that bumbling Columbus disturbed our peace.

"Things weren't so annoying as long as he and his followers were boating around the Caribbean Sea, but exploring in what will soon be called the Gulf of Mexico will have to end.

"Why, not more than a few days ago we were disturbed by an Alphonse, claiming to be a nobleman from France. After dealing with him we decided to visit your country to take advantage of the land free for the taking."

"France is a sovereign nation. The land is not free for the taking," he said, indignantly.

"Oh, but it is. I have taken a few square miles already and I've only been here for a few days. Of course it is infested with you churchmen, and that is shameful, but I'm inclined to let you live, if we can come to an agreement," I said.

"Naturally I am interested in living," he said.

"Good. The inquisition must cease, or all of it that you can curtail must. It would also be beneficial to your health if you can manage to stop French exploration of North America especially."

"But I have no control over such as that," he said.

"Come now, you can gain control. You will be raised to Cardinal in only a few years and I expect you to do your best until then, and to do even better afterward," I said.

"I can not go against my faith," he said.

"You had better be very sure of it then, because if we don't come to an understanding you will begin meeting your fate this afternoon."

"Perhaps some have been overly enthusiastic in their pursuit of their Holy duties," he said.

"Perhaps some have been sadists and rapists, and it will come to an end. Either you will work for that or you will die and I will. Did you notice who dropped in on you and the king this morning?" I asked, and I'd finally reminded him of where he'd been and what had been happening before he was snatched.

"In fact, come with me and I'll give you a little insight into what happened to the kings men."

I led him into my information center and Big Boy did the honors with the video. We treated him to a view of the battle, such as it was, and then showed him a replay of his morning's experience from a better camera angle. Big Boy even threw in a repeat performance of the last minutes of Jacques, Searlus, and their sons as they were shortened by a head on my shiny new Guillotine. He was shaken to say the least. I'm not sure if it was because of what he saw or the fact that I could show it to him.

"You will be returned to the king's courtyard and from now on you will work toward curtailing the activities of the inquisition and the exploration of the Americas. But feel free to put a few of your fellow churchmen to the question before you have stopped it completely.

"And if a real criminal should need questioning, that will be allowed also, but we will expect you to make sure they are criminals. You will receive a signal if we are displeased with your actions," I said.

"A signal?"

"Yes, like this," I said, and Big Boy gave his nuts a jerk.

He went to his knees but didn't yelp annoyingly loudly. He did get a little pale and then suddenly he seemed very frightened.

"That will be all for now. Be sure to tell the king of my displeasure. Let him know he can be summoned for a personal conversation just as easily as you were. Personally I don't think he is smart enough to understand on his own, since I will probably be impatient with him if we must bring him here. If he disappears and doesn't return you should assume that the next in line for the throne will be promoted."

He was gone in seconds and Big Boy said he'd put him right back where he'd been when we got him.

"I don't know if he will stay convinced, but for now he is sure that if you aren't the devil himself, you are a close associate."

"Somehow I don't feel very sorry for him," I said.