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Concept date: 23rd March 2021. First published: Unavailable Status: COMPLETED BUT UNPUBLISHED. Revisions: 3 [Last revised September 2023] Version: In Review. Published Episode No. 00 Previous episode: None. Next episode: None. Angel-in-charge: Margret Team Assigned: Team 74 Mission: 0 - 924700 - 3 – 1490 A 'TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' series original story is the version that this 'Alexandra' episode is based upon and NOT a 'Jericho Tibbs' legacy episode. This episode contains a very important historical figure; King Henry VII and you should be reminded of the 'DISCLAIMER' on the HOME PAGE of this site regarding such interactions appearing in the stories!  .bmp) THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG FOUL LANGAUAGE AND GRAPHIC SEXUAL REFERENCES!  THIS EPISODE MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS:
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Alex wrapped her cloak about her and stared through the little window onto the packed public execution grounds. There was a raised platform with a single noose dangling. She could hear the screams of the young man as he was dragged up the three steps onto the platform by two burly men in dark hoods. The royal executioners never showed their faces or revealed their identities for fear of deadly reprisals from the families of the condemned. She watched – strangely unmoved – as he was lifted, and the noose thrown about his neck. Then the two men simply let go and he swung, kicking and choking for a few minutes. Then almost unconscious, he was pulled down and the two men held him flat on the blood-soaked timber for the third executioner to work on. That man, a big burly individual held a long knife and simply cut open the now screaming man’s stomach until his intestines spilled out to the cheers of the audience.
The executioner reached under a cloth by his feet and pulled a two-headed axe which he raised above his head and slammed it down on the struggling man’s right arm severing it completely. Then did the same with the mans left leg, after holding it down with his own foot. There was now no sound from the condemned man: he was dead. But the executioner finished the sentence by chopping off the other arm and leg. Alex saw little Yoki – the collector – standing by the steps as the soul walked down and stood with her. There was a flash of light and the pair was gone.
Alex held a hand over her mouth as the screaming young woman was dragged up the stairs and the two big men simply hung her from the swinging noose and let her kick and gasp. The urine ran down her legs, quickly followed by liquid shit as she basically choked to death. She couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen and had been condemned – like her brother – as a traitor. “The King gave her leniency as she wasn’t actually found in possession of any stolen coins. Besides, I think the sight of a young girl being butchered whilst still alive would be too hard for many a strong stomach: hence just hanging and not the rest.
The King is merciful in his justice.” Lord Henry sighed, “Bit of a waste
actually; pretty little thing. I hear that some of the King’s Guards at the
Tower made sure that she was returned to the Lord well used. It’s considered a
bad omen and evil portent for the city to hang a virgin.”
Alex shuddered a little at that and watched as the executioners threw the body into the cart, next to her brother and she turned to Lord Harry “Did those young people deserve such a death for stealing a few silver coins?” Lord Harry was sitting at his desk, feet upon it, leaned back in his chair with a goblet of wine in one hand. He waved the other about “Well, he did steal those ‘few silver coins’ from the King’s Treasury my sweet one. That’s treason and what he received was punishment for treason. Our dear King really doesn’t like traitors or thieves. Young William Kelp was both and was duly sentenced to be hung, drawn and quartered. You just witnessed that sentence being carried out.
The King’s justice in action for all his subjects to see. A very effective deterrent I believe. Who now in that crowd would plot against the King, or heaven forbid, steal from him?” He sipped his wine and gestured for Alex to sit before him and she did, unable to remove the shocking image of the young people’s executions from her mind.
Lord Harry dropped his boots from the desk and pulled his chair up to it, placing the goblet down. He gestured to it, “Have a drink Alexandra, you look like you need one.” Alex nodded and took a sip from it: the wine was really good. Harry placed his hands on the desk and smiled a little. Alex stared at the young man with the thick dark hair and eyes. The ‘King’s Honourable Man of the Privy Chamber’ was quite handsome for this time and place. Well, if she was honest, any time and place.
“I’ve worked with women before and found that the good ones were usually very good. One in particular was excellent; she was the daughter of a blacksmith, but like you, a true beauty. I was investigating a very clever man who was plotting against the King, but we just couldn’t trip the bastard up. But it’s amazing what a man will let slip between the sheets. His little pillow talk ended like that.” He gestured to the window and leaned back.
“You come highly recommended and with a reputation for getting the job done, whatever it takes, and I like that. I think we’ll make a good team. And we both need to be good for the quarry we’re after.” Harry leaned back in his chair and ran both hands through his hair. “You may find that you will need to pleasure Sir Chabbert and his son and probably his odious private secretary, a certain Percival Flood to get anywhere near Sir Chabbert’s correspondence. Flood is an unpleasant man but has a weakness for beautiful young women, who he pays well to perform, usually with him and his dog. Get their confidence and they may slip up and incriminate themselves and each other. IF these letters exist then the King wants them. What he will do to the Queen is his business. What will happen to Sir Chabbert is another matter; he and King have been close friends since childhood and have stood on the battlefield together. This is one bloody mess and I…we are tasked to discover the truth of the matter and in the King’s own words, all the details, even the nasty heart-breaking ones.”
Alex placed the goblet on the desk and stared back at the window, “How do we get into Sir Chabbert’s manor without rousing any suspicions?” She asked and turned back to Lord Harry. He clasped his hands together and smiled, “A sheer stroke of fortune Alexandra has fallen our way. Sir Chabbert’s eldest son, Richard, is celebrating his twenty-first birthday and the grant – by his father – of a house, land and servants. There will be celebrations for about four days at Cummley Manor and we will be invited. You will go with your friends who will arouse no suspicions and I will attend with the musicians. I can play the Lute, should you wonder and can even sing if called upon. Together we will gain entry and find what the truth of this dark matter is.” Alex nodded again and took a breath. “My cover will be sound as my friends have no idea of my secret occupation so they will extrude total innocence and that will be recongnised by our quarry, if they are as cunning and intelligent as you say.”
Alex restrained from smiling: her ‘friends’ were of course, the other members of Temporal Team 74, tasked with the same mission as Lord Harry, find out the truths of the matter and then hopefully, restore the timeline.
Lord Harry rubbed his chin, “I must ask Alexandra, can you play the little seductive harlot selling her privates for position and money?” Alex rose from the chair and unlaced her bodice, allowing those big breasts to hang out and she ran her hands over them, smiling. Lord Harry chuckled, and then ruefully smiled as she gathered up her skirts and several petticoats, pulling them to her waist, revealing her vagina which she ran a hand over and asked, “What would my master want? My sweet little honey pot? Or [and she turned exposing her wonderful peach shaped arse] my tight little brown flower? Or maybe my moist willing mouth that will take your manhood and caress it to heaven?” Then her face changed and she was serious again and not the playful trollop, displaying her merchandise. All she had left out was the bloody prices!
“Is that what you mean and ask?” Alex said softly, dropping her skirt, then pushed her heaving bosom back into her corset and slowly laced up her dress. Lord Harry nodded slowly and tapped the desk “I think Alexandra, we can discover the facts of the matter, I really do.” He rose from the desk and adjusted his crotch: her impromptu performance had given the young man an erection.
Alex saw his discomfort and coyly smiled “Does sir want some assistance there?”
Lord Harry rubbed his chin again: was she playing her role, or did she mean it?
He had to find out.
END OF PREVIEW
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