Thinking quickly, your mind immediately strays to your greatest current asset, and the thing that got you into this mess in the first place: the time machine. As Morgan cackles manically, you whip it out. If it can bring you to medieval England from your college lab back in the States, it has to be able to move you through time AND space. Keeping this in mind, you eyeball the distance between you and LeFay, press a few new numbers into the Queen Guinevere entry, and press the button, hoping for the best.
In the blink of an eye you disappear and reappear behind the sorceress, you gives a startled gasp before you bring a judo chop down on the back of her head, knocking her clean out. As she falls to the floor, you silently thank your college administrators for forcing you to take all those PE classes as a freshman. You look over the fallen sorceress, and then back at the queen, who looks about as shocked as Morgan had been. Looking between the two, an idea forms in your head. "Queen, where are the dungeons in this castle?"
"Why, they're just four levels below us, my lord." she stutters, clearly in awe of your power. You nod, and enter the new coordinates into the time machine, gathering up the unconscious Morgan LeFay. Your hand strays over her large breasts and silken thighs as you pick her up, the feel of her body causing your still rigid cock to quiver in excitement. "Alright. Then you shall join us down there in a half hour's time. Come alone, and tell no one of this." She nods, dumbstruck, and you press the button, and in an instant you and the woman in your arms are teleported four levels down and a second in the future into the dark, empty dungeons under the castle. You lay Morgan down on a small pile of straw near the wall, and reach up to clamp the manacles on the wall over her wrists.
Even in the dim torchlight of the dungeon, Morgan LeFay is a knockout. A perfect body and a gorgeous face, and an outfit that would make a hooker blush. You look at the sword and wand held limply in her hands, and take the sword, casting it off into the darkness. You keep the wand for yourself, noting its rather phallic shape, and thinking what other purposes it could be used for. Morgan groaning slightly interrupts your musings, and you realize she will soon be awake. |