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First published: Currently unavailable
Status: IN DEVELOPMENT.
Revisions: 3 [last revised January 2020]
Version: Working draft copy.
Published Episode No. 00
Previous episode: NONE.
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Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 6 - 687230 - 0 – 1790
This story originally appeared on the author's original website called: 'The amazing adventures of Jericho Tibbs!' and was transferred to the new site: 'The Temporal Detectives' in due course. That 'legacy' site is still available but receives no updates or new material.
This episode is about a member of TEAM 74: Lady Alexandra Cappanni [Nee Featherstone] and is regarded as a 'special' episode. There is such an episode for each member of the team, both current and past members under Temporal Inspector Jericho Tibbs.
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THIS EPISODE MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS:SMOKING - ALCOHOL USE - VIOLENCE [INCLUDING SEXUAL VIOLENCE & BDSM] - STRONG LANGUAGE - GRAPHIC HARD SEX REFERENCES INCLUDING PROSTITUTION AND DIVERSE SEXUAL PRACTISES - DRUG REFERENCES - ANTI-RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS AND OPINIONS - HUMAN TRAFFICKING - COMMENTS AND BEHAVIOUR THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE BUT WERE CONSIDERED 'NORMAL' IN THE TIME PERIOD. |
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This episode has an average reading time of approximately 00 minutes.
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"ALEXANDRA CONFRONTS HER PAST."
by Stephen J. Williams
1. The Palace of
Cappanni: Monday June 13th 1791.
Giovanni the Under-Butler or as he preferred; Deputy Steward of the House, scratched his crotch, then adjusted his powdered white [well, it was a little yellow actually] wig and stared hard into the mirror at his bloodshot eye. He cussed again and was a little grateful that his long suffering wife had agreed to apply some of her make-up to cover the bruising. The young Count – his master and employer – wouldn’t have been happy to be served lunch by a servant with ‘battle scars’ especially since news of the tavern fight was all over the village. Lunch had gone well, the Count’s new wife was a real stunner; a proper English Rose as the villagers said amongst themselves. Giovanni had placed the bread and soup before her and was rewarded with a good look down her loose bodice: her breasts were truly magnificent as young Enzo [the footman] had declared; ‘when filled with milk they could keep an army on the march through a damn desert!’ Giovanni had to agree with him and mentioned that young Count Henri was ‘a dirty lucky bastard’ to have such a woman in his bed.
He stood to one side as the couple sat eating lunch – sitting at opposite ends of the huge dining table – and the pair ate in silence. It appears that Count Henri’s new wife didn’t like, or didn’t understand that Italian men loved women above all else! Count Henri was typical of his generation; he was a man and could do whatever he wanted despite the objections, screams and tears of his young wife. He would just say; “You’re English my sweet, you don’t understand, you’ll learn.”
Alex watched over her silver soup spoon as her happy husband ran his free hand up the maid’s leg and gave her ample arse a big squeeze. The young girl yelped but did nothing; all she was wearing was a little silk apron, mop cap and red coloured throat band. The Count liked his meals served this way; he said it made eating boring Italian food taste much better. Alex had already had her say on the matter and it wasn’t pleasant or very ladylike!
Count
Henri had just rolled his eyes in mock despair and carried on as usual.
Henri suddenly gave the girls rump a good slap and gestured to the door, looking at Giovanni; “Go.” Was all he said and the two servants hurried from the room. Alex dropped her spoon and sat back, folding her arms. Henri sat upright and wiped his hands on a napkin, smiling at Alex; “Just to inform you my darling that Jean-Paul [his valet] and I will be adventuring tonight. I have an appointment in Rome with a most interesting character that’s been dead for almost 18 centuries!” He chuckled and took a breath, holding up a hand; “You know my answer my dear and it’s NO. I will not risk the mother of my new infant son [Philippe aged five months] and heir of my bloodline in such visits. The boy needs his mother above anything else at his age so here you will remain.” He now smiled adding; “I’ll bring you back some nice jewels or something.”
Alex said nothing and picked up her spoon. So her wayward husband was dropping back eighteen centuries to Ancient Rome, accompanied – as usual – by his so called ‘Valet’ Jean-Paul Vasson, the mysterious Frenchman that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There was just something about the man she didn’t like despite his charm and respectful politeness. She sipped her soup and stared at her smiling husband, lord and master – according to Italian law – and knew that Henri was popular amongst the peoples of Cappanni because of his embrace of the French Revolutionary idea’s which were quickly spreading throughout the Italian states. Alex knew that the French armies would, just next year occupy Savoy and Nice, which belonged to the kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmont (ruled by the house of Savoy), and that the kingdom would join the ‘First Coalition’, an alliance to be formed in 1793 by powers opposed to Revolutionary France. But all that was to come; for now the Italian States were just emerging from a period of reformist ideas and politics’.
The Count treated his people well and the peasants knew it. The middle classes [as represented say, by Doctor Milano] expressed their fear at the events which were unfolding in Revolutionary France. He had stated so at dinner last evening, advising Henri to ‘pull in’ his zeal at pandering to the great unwashed peasant class. He made quite a prediction during desert by saying ‘next the damn revolutionaries would guillotine the poor deposed King Louis to keep their movement rolling on!’
Alex almost spat her pudding out, hearing that from the good doctor, because she knew that Louis XVI would indeed lose his head in January 1793 and France’s revolutionary armies would pour across the borders. But of course, he was lecturing a man [and woman!] about events that they knew would happen, after all Alexandra had arrived from the year 1901 and Edwardian London! Her new husband Henri, 16th Count of Cappanni, had discovered time travel through an Ancient Egyptian figurine that his grandfather had purchased in Morocco back in the 1720’s. Alex would have to admit that the first year of their marriage was exciting beyond belief; lots of passionate sex and travels back and forth in time. But the birth of young Philippe had put an end to all that; she was now very firmly anchored here and now.
Then there was Henri’s other very annoying habit; he was utterly and totally incapable of leaving other women alone. It was true that when the mood took her, she would partake in the odd threesome with her husband and another woman. Her sexual appetite had definitely been awoken since Henri’s superb seduction of her back in London in 1901. Alex had become a very sexually liberated woman and there was no closing that particular ‘Pandora’s Box’ now. Since the wayward Henri had been unfaithful so many times already, Alex had decided that what is good for the gander is more that suitable for the goose. She now finished her soup and smiled to herself thinking about the day she ‘liberated’ herself.
Alex walked rapidly from the
bedroom and praised herself for being so restrained in her language and
demeanour. It was the third time she had caught her husband – Henri – with yet
more women: fucking in their bed. “So, you fucking disrespect me and say coldly
that’s it’s a man’s right to fuck other women!” She was quietly talking to
herself as she strode down the long corridor that boarded the exquisite flower
gardens of the place of Cappanni. The new, young Countess of Cappanni was not a
happy woman and she was bubbling with anger and resentment over her wayward
husband’s antics. She stopped and folded her arms and then unfolded them again,
“So, that’s the game you want to play, then it’s game for two! See how you
fucking like it!”
She strode down the sunlit
corridor and suddenly stopped and stared through the archway that led to the
lower terrace of the ornate gardens. By a gorgeous flower bed, now in full
bloom, was young Franco the Gardner , bent over and carefully tending to the
plants that he loved so much. Alex watched the dark-haired young man carefully
as he worked around the raised flower bed with skill and dedication. His shirt
was open revealing a tanned and muscular body, honed by years of hard work in
the place gardens. “Nice butt.” Alex muttered and then she really smiled when
she remembered what Donna [her lady’s maid] had said about the young gardener.
Apparently, some women of the village treated him well, very well and everyone
knew the ones who favoured him: their gardens were stunning!
“So, you’re as good with women as
you are with bloody plants. We’ll see. Oh, yes, we’ll see.” She said softly and
called out his name. he turned and wiped his brow, then bowed a little as Alex
strode into the garden, holding up the hem of her fabulous gown and smiling. He
certainly noticed her magnificent bosom: it was practically hanging out of her
bodice [as was the fashion for this time and place] and she knew what the young
man was looking at: and it wasn’t her nice dress.
Alex looked the young man up and
down and smiled. “I have need of your services Franco. Please follow me.” She
turned and walked back to the corridor with the young man behind, hastily pulling on
his jacket and running his hands through his long dark hair. “Yes, my lady.”
Was all he said and wondered what service she required. He cussed under
his breath, maybe those dodgy flowers that he placed in her room yesterday had
already curled up and died. But she looked a little angry, so it could be
something worse. His mind was racing with various possibilities, and not once
did he hit the nail on the head: that she wanted just him!
She
gestured him into her private rooms and then followed, slamming the door behind
them. Standing with her back to that door, she slowly turned the big key in the
lock and walked over to the huge ornate fireplace and placed her hand on her
hips. Franco was staring at the various flowerpots and vases in the room,
seeking out dead or dying blooms. Then Alex speaking drew his attention back to
her. Alex, with her breasts heaving, now really smiled; “Franco, you can do
your Countess a real service this afternoon and believe me, you will definitely
enjoy performing it!” The young man nodded, but he clearly didn’t understand
what service he could perform, all the flowers looked good.
Alex sighed and waved a hand
about; “I’m not talking about the dam plants young man. I want you to fuck me
hard and rough, like I was some tavern whore you just paid for on a Saturday
night. There will be no recriminations and you will NOT lose your position
here. You can trust me on that. Now help me out of this damn dress!”
Franco stood – a little
shocked – for a few seconds and knew that the lady wasn’t joking when she
turned around and gestured to the laces that held her dress closed up. He
pulled off his jacket and simply dropped it on the floor and walked over. His nimble
and quick fingers soon had the laces open and with quite a smile, helped the
Countess of Cappanni from her cumbersome – but beautiful – dress. The pair
helped each other undress and not a word was said. They both stood stark naked
in front of that big fireplace and Alex took stock of the young man standing
before her. He had both hands over his crotch, staring at the incredible beauty
of the woman before him.
Alex gestured to his hands, “I’m
sure you’ve stood naked before a woman, probably many times if the rumours are
true. Well, let me see what’s about to fuck me.” Franco now smiled and dropped
his hands. Alex ran her fingers through her now untied, loose hair and actually
grinned. Like a child locked in a candy store over Christmas.
“Young man that is probably the biggest damn cock I’ve ever seen outside a
bloody stable! I’m assuming you know how to handle it?” Young Franco now smiled
and gripped his cock with one hand: it was erecting with some speed at the
sight standing before him. “Would you like to find out my lady?” He said
quietly and slowly jerked it a couple of times. Alex walked slowly over and
placed her hand on it, gripping tightly. “That’s my job now young man.” She
said in a whisper and Franco nodded, “If I remember, you ordered me to fuck
‘you hard and rough, like you were some tavern whore I just paid for, on a
Saturday night’. Is that right my lady?”
Alex nodded and jerked his cock a couple of times. Franco ran his hands down her tits and then gripped her arse with both hands. He patted her bum cheeks and smiled a little. “Well, I think we’ll start with a good spanking, so you know who the master is now and who is the servant.” He roughly pushed her to the floor and stood over Alex, using one hand to lift her bum up whilst the other crashed down on bum cheeks. He certainly didn’t hold back, and his hand marks would be on her pink little bottom for some days. She squealed and screamed as he slapped her arse mercilessly, changing hands several times and only stopped when she lay sobbing on the floor. He pulled her head up by her long hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. “Now we know who is master and who is servant, I will grant your wish and fuck you like a common whore. Now suck hard and deep, no hands. I will fuck your face as I please.” And he did.
Alex’s thoughts were disturbed by Giovanni returning with a little silver tray which he stuck under Henri’s nose; it was a note which Henri opened slowly and did not smile. In fact he’s face was truly grim; “I must go my dear, it appears that a young woman has been brutally killed in an ally way in the village. By the terrible description of the wounds, it must have been some kind of beast or madman. I need to organize a search to track the lunatic down.” He rose from the table, pushing the note in his jacket pocket. He told Giovanni to fetch his hat and cloak, then walked up the table and kissed Alex on the cheek, whispering; “Maria will attend our bedroom tonight, so do enjoy yourself until I return.” {Maria was the half naked serving girl earlier, should you wonder.] He left Alex waiting for her main course and thinking how strange he behaved when receiving such horrible news; not really angry or concerned, just strange…….
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