<xmp>You kids and your damn music. It sounds like a bunch
of noise to me. Go away if you're under 18.

Mike and Joan of Arc
	by Alexi92

	It was a fucking train, I swear to God. It was 
a fucking train that came out of nowhere. Well I 
guess you would know. It was filled with the people 
that everyone said were the sickest sexual perverts 
of society.

	"Come Mike," it said, and I got on. I don't 
know why, I don't think anyone here really 
understands why they got on the train. We just 
readily accepted that a train coming out of nowhere 
was going to take us somewhere cool.

	Perverts can be stupid that way. Those who 
write erotic stories like me especially so. Our 
suspension of disbelief is rather high. How else can 
we accept that a woman would enjoy getting raped by 
elephants? (I still can't believe I keep getting away 
with that one. You would have thought one of my 
readers would have called me on that one, instead it 
just passes through their perception like it happens 
every day.)

	But it all paid off. The people here have been 
fucking around with history. Literally, fucking 
around with, in, and onto history. All in all, it's 
been fun to watch. I haven't participated yet because 
I've already made my plans.

	See I mainly write stories about celebrities 
getting fucked. Usually they're raped in the process. 
I like writing it and people like reading it. But 
it's kind of given me a certain wish to actually do 
it.

	Hey, I know what you're thinking. You're on a 
train traveling through time, just pop into some 
starlet's dressing room and fuck her. Nice thinking, 
but unlike my stories there would be real 
consequences. I'm pretty sure whatever starlet I'd 
pick wouldn't like it all that much. And since they 
could describe me to the police I'd pretty much be 
fucked once the train ride was over. Unless I decided 
to stay on the train and I'm not planning on that.

	So I made my arrangements with the powers that 
be. I'm going back and I'm fucking the biggest 
starlet of all time. And there's no way she can rat 
me out, not that it would matter if she did, she died 
hundreds of years before I was born. That's right, 
I'm going back and raping Joan of Arc. Oh, here's my 
stop. I'll tell you about it when I get back.

***

	"All right, get yer ass out of 'ere." I never 
did like the ticket conductor much. He handed me a 
couple devices for my trip as the train stopped. I'm 
not sure if any of the locals understand what the 
fuck is going on, or even if they can see the train. 
And I don't much care. I was too excited about what I 
planned to do.

	Getting off the train I pushed a button on one 
of the devices. I watched the train leave. It just 
sort of disappeared, really fucked up. I was now left 
alone in the middle of France. As far as I could tell 
I was invisible to the locals or else the device the 
conductor had handed me were shit. Who ever heard of 
a Temporal Cloaking Device anyway? 

	Taking a quick scan of my surroundings I 
figured I was near some old church. The sound of 
approaching horses came from over a distant hill. I 
hid behind a tree just to be sure. The sound of the 
horses came closer and closer until they came into 
view. At the head of the large party of armored men 
was a young boy with short cropped hair.

	As they came closer I could see the boy's face 
more clearly. It was more feminine and finer than 
most men. And he had breasts. Yes! It was her. A 
woman at the head of French troops, barley out of 
puberty! This had to be her. God, what were the odds?

	I said a silent thank you to the powers that be 
as the party rode up to the church and Joan got off 
her horse. I could see her clearly now, she was cute, 
short black hair, young. Really young. Covered in 
armor except for her head. It was hard to see her 
breasts underneath her armor but I had hopes. 

	Like I said, she got off her horse. The rest of 
the party stayed mounted on the horses. (I wish I 
could have brought one of them in with me to help 
rape her but I didn't want to risk raising 
suspicions. If one of your horses was suddenly lead 
away from you into a church by an invisible hand 
wouldn't you get suspicious. But still, imagine a 
horse's dick fucking Joan's tight pussy.)

	Where was I? Oh yeah. So Joan got off her horse 
and told her men ",Do not follow me. I must pray to 
God alone so that I may hear his directions for the 
victory of France."

	I understood her, so the other device, the 
translator, was working. Joan walked into the church 
as the men waited outside. I saw my chance. Slowly I 
crept from behind the tree. When it became clear that 
none of the men could see me I walked confidently 
into the church, following Joan.

	She was praying at an old decayed altar. I 
picked up a rather large piece of wood off the floor 
and crept up behind her as quiet as I could. I made 
some sound because when I was about half way behind 
her she turned and looked in my direction. I froze 
but she went back to her prayer, probably dismissing 
the sound as rodents. I got behind her and I hit the 
back of her head as hard as I could with the wood and 
she slumped onto the altar. I picked her up, which 
was more difficult than it seemed, that armor was 
heavy. I pressed another button on the invisibility 
device and she too was made invisible from the 
locals.

	Slowly, she was really heavy, I walked out of 
the church carrying my young prize. I continued past 
the waiting men until I was sure I was far enough 
away from them that they wouldn't notice any sounds I 
made. I dropped Joan to the ground and proceeded to 
drag her to the closest barn. It was surprisingly 
close but by the time I had dropped her body onto a 
pile of hay she was beginning to stir.

	I quickly pulled her sword away from her waist 
and waited for her to awaken. Once her senses had 
returned she sat up and tried to get a feel for her 
surroundings. I have no doubt it was all confusing 
for her but she focused on me holding her sheathed 
swords in my hands.

	"Who are you? What have you done?" she 
demanded.

	"Take off your clothes," I told her.

	Now here it came, just like any good, and some 
not so good, rape story, the defiance. She launched 
herself at me. I wasn't too sure about this part, she 
had some military training and battlefield 
experience. But the armor she wore was for blades. I 
swung the heavy sword at her body and it clanged 
against her armor. She hurtled backwards as the 
force, not the blade, of the sword slammed into her 
body. She landed in the hay on her back. I walked up 
to her and pressed the edge of the sword against her 
neck.

	"Take off your clothes," I repeated.

	She stood, I took a step back. I kept the sword 
level with her head as she began to remove her armor. 
She tried to talk me out of my plan, she had probably 
guessed I wanted to rape her. I think she's been 
through a lot of attempted rapes before.

	"This won't work," she said, pulling off the 
last of her armor. "Others have tried to rape me 
before. Always they have been stopped by God."

	Now I had heard about the Saint Joan theory 
before. That she had received instructions from God. 
I didn't buy it. If it were true then why did she get 
burned up? 

	I waited patiently, the last of the armor fell 
to the ground with an audible ring. She stood wearing 
some sort of medieval jerkin looking at me 
expectantly. I guess she really expected that God 
line to work. Shame for her.

	"Take off your clothes," I said.

	"But..."

	"God can't help you now. Strip or I'll knock 
you unconscious and do it myself, but when I finish 
with you I'll cut your vocal chords so you can't 
speak and take you to a village to be used by the 
peasants who won't recognize you and won't hear your 
protests."

	I'm not sure if she knew what vocal chords were 
but it scared her enough that she began to pull off 
her jerkin. Soon she was naked, her small body 
trembling with fear, covering her private parts with 
her hands. She was embarrassed by this, her face was 
red as a beet. I told her to lay down in the hay and 
she slowly lowered her self onto it. You should have 
seen it, she was so cute trying to lower herself onto 
the hay without uncovering her breasts or pussy. 
Finally she gave up and uncovered her small breasts 
to free an arm to support her descent. 

	Once she was on the hay she covered her breasts 
up again. I didn't mind, she'd soon forget about 
modesty. I resheathed the sword and brought it down 
on her stomach, hard. She gasped in pain and her 
hands moved to cover the area I had hit. Her hand no 
longer covering her pussy, I plunged the sheathed 
sword into her pussy, smashing through her hymen.

	Didn't I mention? Oh yes, Joan of Arc was a 
virgin up until that point. Now she had lost her 
virginity to her own sword. With a few inches of the 
weapon shoved in her cunt Joan began to gasp every 
couple of seconds as I moved the thing into a better 
position. Now you've got to remember that this sword, 
or at least the sheath was inside of her as I rotated 
it maybe ninety degrees. Then when I got it in just 
the right position I pushed the sword into her as far 
as I could. Joan let out a loud scream, but no one 
was around to hear it. The sword went in maybe six 
inches before it met some real resistance.

	I began pushing against the resistance and with 
each push Joan let out a yell. I think I got about a 
foot and three quarters of the sword into her body 
before I thought I was actually going to rip through 
some sort of delicate organ. Now I know I write about 
women fitting a good two to five feet into themselves 
but really. I mean I would have loved to get the 
sword up to its hilt into her but realistically 
that's not going to happen. (It's a cool idea though. 
He who can pull the sword from the cunt shall be 
king.)

	Unable to push any further I pulled the sword 
out slightly and then rammed it back in her cunt as 
hard as I could, really fucking her with her own 
sword and sheath. Joan started to cry as her body was 
used as a plaything.

	Finally I couldn't take it any more. I took the 
sword out of her cunt. It was covered in various 
juices from her pussy, including blood. I considered 
making Joan lick the liquids off but I wanted to fuck 
her. Instead I pushed the sword and sheath into her 
tight asshole. Even though it was really tight the 
weapon went in really quickly, lubricated by her own 
juices.

	Joan's scream from this new violation was music 
to my ears. I pulled off my pants and lay on top of 
her. Even though she had lost her virginity less than 
a few minutes ago to her sword she pleaded with me to 
not commit the act I was intent on completing.

	I fucked her. There's no better description. 
With her own sword hanging out of her ass as she lay 
naked on the hay in some unknown barn I fucked Joan 
of Arc. Her cries for mercy soon got further and 
further apart, interrupted momentarily with gasps of 
pleasure. I'm not sure why but her body was 
undergoing a response of pleasure even as her mind 
rebelled. With each thrust I introduced her to the 
pleasures of sex. No doubt it was a traumatizing 
experience but it was also the best fuck I've ever 
had. 

	Her protests stopped and soon she was just 
shouting as an orgasm shook her body. The feeling as 
she was shivered beneath my body was incredible. I 
continued to work my cock in her cunt and soon came 
in her body. I fell on top of her and could feel her 
breath on my neck as she lied motionless beneath me. 
By now she had to have been scared out of her wits. 
Aside from being violated and losing her sacred 
virginity she had just experienced a pleasure she 
probably thought was of Heaven or Hell.

	I pushed myself up and pulled the sword, sheath 
and all, out of her ass. Joan let out a sigh of 
relief as the anal invader was removed. That relief 
was to be short lived. I pulled the sword from the 
sheath and held it above her head.

	"Take this," I said, and held the sheath close 
to her hand. Without taking her eyes off of me Joan 
took the sheath in her hand. It was coated in shit 
stains, blood, and vaginal fluids. I told her to 
clean it with her mouth. Scared and tired she did, 
licking the juices and foul deposits from the metal 
scabbard.

	That's when the train came back. Joan probably 
thought it was the Hell carriage come to reclaim me. 
Who knows? I put my cock back in my pants and kissed 
one of her nipples. I admit to taking a little nibble 
on the fleshy nub. I got back on the train and left 
her there naked and deflowered. I don't know what she 
did after that. Maybe she put her clothes and armor 
back on and went to her men claiming that a miracle 
had happened that took her from the church to a farm. 
I like to think she masturbated with her sword's 
handle.

	Because see, I took a little souvenir with me. 
See, the sheath. I can still smell her juices and 
shit on it.

	Oh shit, look at that. I knew not all the 
sickos here were as old as they claimed to be. What 
is she fourteen? Sixteen? Excuse me, I'm going to go 
talk to her.

END

***

This story was rejected by the Fantasy Train '99. (Or 
rather sent an no response ever given.) Why? Probably 
because it is a non-consensual story, that's why. 
They didn't want any nc stories. While I find the 
rule rather limiting and somewhat absurd I must 
respect their wishes.

But really, how could I not have written a story 
about Wonder Mike and not made it nc? So instead I 
adjusted some bits and turned it into a regular time-
travel rape story.

feedback is appreciated. Send comments to...

aaalexi92@yahoo.com 

Most of my stories are archived at 
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