The Mystery of Mohács 8

Being a 34 DD, Tabea knew that most men and quite some women were fascinated by her boobs and she definitely loved it if they got attention by the right one. However, they were not the only keys to her arousal – and somehow, Androsch seemed to know that.

There were the backs of her knees that were more than sensitive, but now, with her legs tied, all she could do was to slightly wriggle, trying to rub them against the bars. However, there were also the sides of her neck and whilst Androsch was kneading her left breast with his right and kissing and licking her right one, his other hand had been exploring her body. It had tickled her a bit, but in a pleasurable way, as he had brushed over her armpit, but then, he had caressed her carotids and Tabea had involuntarily arched her neck, moaning with pleasure and feeling strays of pleasure run through her. These strays connected with the growing warm tingle in her breasts and she now was writhing and panting. Further down, she was trembling with anticipation.

And then, finally, his hand wandered down her belly. His fingers playfully pushed into her belly button and then, the tips began to brush over the strip of pubic hair as he caressed her pubic mound. Tabea thrust her pelvis the little her bonds allowed, wanting him to touch her. However, Androsch seemed to be playing with her, encircling her middle, but only occasionally touching it, soft as a breeze.

»Uuuhhhhmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

She shivered as he – finally! – began to massage her clit. It felt good, but even more, she wanted to feel him inside her. As his fingers brushed over her wet, swollen labia, Tabea writhed and begged through her gag that he went further. Then, his hand stopped moving.

»You want more?«

With an impatient groan, she nodded and he pushed one finger inside her – just once. Then, he once again stopped and, softly massaging her middle, asked:

»You want more – or shall we rescue Jelena?«

Tabea opened her eyes and stared at Androsch. He once again pushed his fingers inside her and Tabea arched and moaned, but then, she shook her head and he withdrew. As he asked her again if she wanted more, she managed to shake her head, though her vagina was literally cramping from disappointment.

With a sardonic smile, Androsch shrugged and began untying her, starting by her right ankle. He seemed so gleeful that, as her right leg was free, she weakly tried to kick him, but he just grabbed her foot. Then, he began to caress the back of her knee. She tried to shake him of, but he just tightened his grip and continued the gentle massage. He smiled at her and though she tried to stare daggers at him, Tabea felt how her resistance weakened. She enjoyed being touched there and she knew that she would not have refused if his fingers had wandered up her thigh and to her-

However, he then continued freeing her. When she was untied, she sank into his arms, though she struggled to stand on her feet. Androsch held her, with one hand undoing the cloths tied over her mouth. Then, he slowly pulled the dense damp packing from her mouth and when she looked at him, panting and with saliva dropping from her lips, he quickly kissed her.

Then, however, Androsch was all matter-of-fact and handed her a water hose. Tabea greedily drank and in the meantime, he had grabbed her skirt, blouse and bootees. He even looked aside as she got dressed and Tabea scrutinized him. He looked about her age, was a bit smaller than her, but quite athletic. She was not sure whether she had seen a bulge in his trousers. Feeling a bit guilty, she sensed that she still was wet and a part of her still wanted to throw herself upon him, demanding that he quenched the fire he had stoked in her loins.

He wanted to get for the hole in the ceiling, but Tabea pulled the lever, opening the secret entrance. They left the dungeon and went for Androsch`s mule. She wanted to protest as he made her sit in front of him in the saddle, but on the other hand, she still felt weakened and also, being held in his arms wasn`t unpleasant. It was strange to sit Lady`s style, but the alternative would have been to sit with her legs spread – without panties and wedged between the pommel and Androsch`s pelvis.

He held one arm around her and his fingers closed around her breast. Tabea felt her nipples harden, but she put her hand on his, gently pushing it away.

»We must save Jelena!«

He accepted the defeat and directed the mule through the forest, avoiding the village where they had arrived the day before. Luckily, Androsch spoke German, too, and they could more or less talk to each other. When they were on the road to Pécs again, he had managed to tell her what he had witnessed so far:

After she and Jelena hadn`t come back to the tavern, he had joined the group of men looking for them. For a while, they had been looking in the vicinity, but then, someone had had the idea of going to the old castle. From the distance, Androsch had seen a group of riders and though he hadn`t been sure, the bundle on one of the horses could have been a woman wrapped in a blanket. He had, however, joined the group that had searched the ruin. Though they hadn`t found anything, something had made him come back alone some hours later.

»Thanks to God!«, Tabea breathed and again, he kissed her. This time, she let him touch her breasts for a few seconds before she put his hand away again.

She had told Androsch everything she knew about Bela and his accomplices and from his looks, she guessed that he knew more than that. Obviously, Androsch wasn`t just a travelling jester. But before she could figure out more about that, they needed to know where Jelena was.

Bela and his men were planning to abduct Ilona once again and they had sure intended that Jelena would lure the girl out of her palace somehow. Still, she had no clear idea of the whole crime`s intention: Bela had not tried to have Ilona for himself, instead, he was full of hatred and wanted to send her to an uncertain fate. However, it seemed that the old man was the real head of the group. Did they want to blackmail Ilona`s father, perhaps to not lead the Hungarian troops against the Turks? If so: did they know how to get the girl back from the year 2020 some time? Could they also help Jelena and her, once they were captured?

The city now appeared on the horizon and was not more than one more mile ahead. Androsch had given Tabea a cloak with a hood to hide her appearance and at daylight, there were so many people at the door that the guards didn`t take notice of the two poor persons on their mule.

»Do you know where Hunyadi`s house is?«, she asked Androsch and he nodded. They dismounted and he left the mule at a tavern. Then, he took Tabea`s hand and led her through a veritable labyrinth of narrow lanes. She doubted that the General lived in such a part of Pécs, but suddenly, the lane opened to a small yard and they could see a big house. In front of it, two guards in uniforms were standing.

»There!«

Tabea held Androsch back and pointed at a corner of the yard. A man was leaning against a wall, seemingly busy with carving some wood. It was one of the men that had been with Bela and the old man. Obviously, he was observing the house, just like them.

»Just wait here!«

Androsch now strolled over the yard, ostentatiously holding his lute. Tabea ducked deeper at the corner and watched as he approached the guards who crossed their halberds. For a while, he talked to them; then, he shrugged and left. Back in the lane, he told Tabea:

»I told them that I have come from Belgrade and for a few coins, I would tell the General what I have seen there. However, they have strict order not to let anyone inside.«

Tabea frowned. Androsch`s disguise had been improvised, but it was strange the guards had not even asked whether their order also included potential informants about the Ottomans. Then, another thought came to her mind: if nobody would be allowed inside, then how should Jelena get into the house?

She looked at Bela`s accomplice who had watched the scene. After some time, he dropped his stick and slowly walked away. Androsch nodded towards her and they tried to follow the man.

Having walked a few hundred yards through the streets, he went into an inn. At the entrance, Tabea could see the other henchman and so, she kept Androsch back. However, he told her that these men had no idea about him and went inside. Tabea waited, anxiously ducked into a corner, her hood pulled down and her hands hidden in her sleeves. She was sure that Androsch had been caught, but he came back, wiping his mouth and when he came back to her, she could smell that he had taken the opportunity to have some beer.

»He went upstairs. I could not ask too many questions, but it seems that two men who fit your description have booked one of the rooms, an elder man and a young one. Both are travelling merchants, together with two bodyguards.«

Tabea gulped and asked him about Jelena. However, Androsch hadn`t seen anything of her. Had she managed to escape them? Or had Jelena managed to sneak inside Hunyadi`s house? She refused to even consider the possibility her friend was dead.

»…trust me?«

»Hm?«

»I asked you if you trust me«, Androsch repeated, looking into her eyes and taking her hands. Reluctantly, she nodded. He pointed at the inn and said:

»This inn has a back entrance. Do you think you can keep an eye on that whilst I get for some – reinforcement?«

Of course, she wanted to know more, but Androsch just kissed her lips and had disappeared before she could even say something. Tabea cursed, but then, she decided that all she could do was to do as he had told her. So, she sneaked around the building, always waiting for someone to notice her. But she reached the inn`s backside and even found a hiding place behind an old barrel from which she had a good view on the small door.

Tabea had no idea whether Androsch would come here, too, and so, she just looked at the building. It drove her mad that perhaps, Jelena was behind one of the closed windows. After some minutes, she could no longer sit there and do nothing. Slowly, she sneaked over to the door.

An employee of the inn would perhaps consider her a beggar or a thief, but Tabea was sure she could fight off any attempt of a servant or maid to grab her and run away if someone saw her. It would be a bigger problem if she ran into one of Bela`s men, but she slowly opened the door.

Behind it was a small corridor and from the smells and noises she could guess it led to the kitchen. However there also was a narrow staircase to the second floor. There was considerable noise coming from the taproom and so, she reached the upper floor unseen. There was another corridor and several wooden doors. Looking around every few seconds, Tabea carefully sneaked forward.

The corridor ended at a small platform from which a broad stairway led down into the taproom where, though it was early afternoon, some three dozen people were sitting, eating and drinking. Nobody seemed to look up to her and through the open door, she could see that the henchman was still standing in front of the inn.

»Mmhhrrrmmmm!«

The moan, further muffled by the door, barely reached her ears, but Tabea knew it had come from the room to her right. Without thinking, she jumped forward, kicking against the door with all her might. It sprang open, hitting something and bouncing back before swinging open again.

Her attack had slammed the door against the henchman who had been about to leave, as he was now pressing his hands at his face; obviously, she had broken his nose. Staggering inside, Tabea could see Bela kneeling on the bed, bent over another person of whom she could only see a thatch of black curls.

The old man, who had been standing by the window, had spun around and had already drawn his dagger as Tabea reached him. Driven by her impetus, she staggered towards him. Her reflexes made her block his attack and the blade only ripped the burlap of her cloak, but she landed on the floor.

Tabea fought to get back to her feet, but the man did not attack her. Instead, he jumped for the bed, pushing Bela aside. Another muffled groan could be heard as he roughly pulled Jelena to his side and held the dagger to her neck. Jelena, still tied, gagged and blindfolded, let out a whimper and Tabea, now crouching on the floor, looked at him. Bela stood there, panting, but the old man snarled something and he went for the door, closing it. The henchman now was leaning against the wall, still pressing one hand to his face. He was covered with blood and was uttering curses in a nasal voice.

For some seconds, nobody moved. They all stared at each other and the only sound was the oppressed groaning of the injured man. Then, the old man seemed to have regained control. He pulled Jelena closer to his chest, the dagger still at her neck and not taking his eyes from Tabea. Then, he said something to the henchman who staggered out of the room.

Tabea knew that he would get for number four. If there was any chance for her, it was now or never. Her eyes wandered to the door, to the window and back to the man and Jelena. Bela was between her and the exit and she was sure she could hit him and run before the other man reached her. Also, she could try to jump out of the window and hope that she would not break her ankle on landing. However, both options would endanger Jelena`s life.

»Nelly, are you okay?«

She was sure that Jelena, had she not been gagged, would have demanded another 100 Forint for that stupid question, but from what she could see, the men had not hurt her physically. The neckline of her blouse was ripped, but the fact her legs were still tied indicated they had not gone further than fondling her.

Bela now had found his weapon and was approaching her. The look on his face was a mixture of hatred and glee and Tabea hoped that his comrade would remind him that they needed her to force Jelena into helping them. Indeed, he shouted something and Bela unwillingly turned for the door, looking at the corridor. Suddenly, he staggered backwards, his face pale. He stammered something and the old man cursed. He pulled Jelena with him, forcing her to stand on tiptoes as he approached the window. Then, he pushed her forward.

With a cry, Tabea jumped and managed to grab her friend`s ankle. She groaned as she was pulled against the frame, but she persisted and managed to prevent Jelena from landing on the ground and breaking her neck. Behind herself, she heard some shouting and heavy steps and suddenly, another hand was there and also reached for Jelena`s legs.

It took Tabea a few seconds to regain her breath and to realize it had been Androsch who now was sitting beside her on the floor whilst Jelena was lying there, panting and sobbing into her blindfold. He grinned and said:

»You should only watch the backdoor!«

Before Tabea could answer, her eyes widened. There were also two soldiers in the room and now, another person entered: it was Father Antonius, the inquisitor.

He looked at Androsch and the two girls and now, to Tabea`s even greater dismay, Androsch rose from the ground and bowed. Father Antonius quickly blessed him and from what Tabea understood of their quick conversation, it seemed that they were talking about Bela. The inquisitor shrugged and now turned towards Tabea. She expected him to curse her, or to order her and Jelena to be brought back to their cells, but what he said made her jaw drop:

»Well, thank you, anyway!«

***

The faint snore from the adjacent bed told Tabea that Jelena had fallen asleep. She was terribly tired herself, and also more than slightly tipsy, but she could not find sleep yet.

Androsch had explained the whole story to them whilst they had freed Jelena. Obviously, Hunyadi had informed Father Antonius about Ilona`s previous abduction and the inquisitor had begun to investigate the case. He seemed to be a versatile man, for he had not only monks and dungeon keepers on his paylist, but also – Androsch!

»So, you are working for the Holy Inquisition?«

»Actually, in this case, the Holy Inquisition is working for the King, just like me!«

Tabea and Jelena stared at Androsch.

»So, you are a medieval James Bond?«

Now, it was Androsch`s turn to look puzzled and Tabea had to giggle. Androsch shook his head and continued:

»Well, Father Antonius was surprised when he found you and Ilona three days ago. He was sure that you knew something about who was behind the abduction and since his – usual methods did not provide him with the answers he wished, he changed his methods – following one of my ideas!«

The girls shuddered at the memory of the inquisitor`s »usual methods«, meaning torturing them. However, it turned out that their escape from the cells had been planned. The keeper had dropped his keys on purpose, hoping they would be able to make their getaway and lead them to their accomplices.

»I was following you from the distance. You did not disappoint me and made it out of the town. Luckily, you stopped by some friends of mine who owed me a favor.«

Tabea and Jelena exchanged a look. Now, their being drugged and left bound and gagged in the forest by the Gypsies suddenly made sense. It had been a plan to provide them with clothes whilst at the same time, they had to think that they had to keep hiding. Tabea scoffed. Androsch had hoped that they would, frightened by their continuous perils, would search help from their accomplices and lead him towards them. They had done so, but only by sheer coincidence!

»So, you have been behind us – all the time?«, Jelena had asked, blushing. Obviously, she had remembered their naked bath in the pond. Tabea just sighed, since Androsch had seen even more of her when he had freed her.

Androsch had lost their track temporarily at the village, but after he had found Tabea, he could finally accomplish his mission. As Jelena could add to the story, they had brought her to the hotel room, stowed inside a chest, and had just found out that it would not be that easy to get into Hunyadi`s house.

»This Bela intended to kill me! You just came in in the nick of time!«

Tabea didn`t consider her clumsy rescue attempt that heroic, but she accepted Jelena`s grateful hug. They had been led to Hunyadi`s house by Androsch and the others and there, the General had been more than interested in hearing the story, too.

In mutual understanding, both girls omitted the more spicy details and also did not mention the time travelling element. Ilona wasn`t present – as Hunyadi told them, he had given order to secretly send her to some relatives. This was a great relief, since the girl sure would have shown some hard to explain reaction to Tabea`s and Jelena`s presence.

The General seemed to consider them more as victims than as Bela`s accomplices, as he ordered to prepare a room for them and later, two maids prepared a bath for them and brought them fresh clothes. Then, they had an early dinner, quite moderate for 16th century`s standards, with just five courses. At the table, there were also Androsch and Father Antonius. However, the inquisitor had retired early, since there still was a lot of work to be done. The criminals were still on the run and though Ilona was save now, he wanted to put them to justice.

The two time travellers felt some relief as he left, being quite self-conscious in the presence of the man who had not only seen them stark naked, but also given order to torture them. Tabea, however, felt sorry that he also took Androsch with him. She definitely had a few things to talk about with the jester/secret agent!

The General, however, was quite charming and offered them more wine, excusing himself that he only took a few sips, calling it his »medicine«! After their straining last days, both girls retired quite early and Jelena barely managed to put on her nightgown before she was sleeping soundly.

Tabea, however, was thinking about Androsch. Androsch, the medieval James Bond who would die some 400 years before James Bond would become a thing. She sighed. Actually, none of their problems had been solved: Bela was still on the run and so, the magic book was unreachable for them. Their only hope was that Sandor would stand to his word and fetch them at the next full moon.

»At least, we can spend the time until then in better conditions than being caged in a dungeon! We will get some firsthand experience of the past!«

However, her thoughts always returned to Androsch and when she would see him again. Almost involuntarily, her hand found its way under her nightgown and between her thighs. The memory of being touched by him sent a warm tingle through her loins and she quickly ensured that Jelena was still asleep.

»As long as I hear her snore, I am save!«, Tabea thought, closing her eyes and starting to massage her moistening middle. She remembered only too well how he had touched her there, just too short for her to get more than a blissful shudder out of it. However, she had felt that it would have been wonderful if he only had continued.

Tabea`s breath accelerated and she slightly opened her mouth, panting slightly as her fingers moved. She could see him in front of her inner eye and almost sense his presence. She even felt a slight breath on her forehead.

When she even could smell the presence of a man, Tabea opened her eyes – just in the very moment a rag was pressed over her mouth and nose. The same second, she felt strong arms around her arms and legs.

»Mmhhmmph!«

The rag smelled somehow like medicine and Tabea more and more realized what was going on. She squirmed, but this only caused the attackers to grab her tighter. A hand grabbed her head and the cloth was pressed harder on her face, forcing her to inhale the fumes.

As she fought, her eyes fell on Jelena who was still sleeping just beside her. Tabea collected her strength and then, she reared up, trying to break free. The same time, she tried to scream through the cloth.

»Mmhhrrrrrmmmm!«

Jelena stopped snoring with a smacking sound, then, she turned to her side. Tabea, who had not been able to get one of her limbs free, looked at her in growing panic. Her friend was still sleeping. Again, she tried to break free with all her might, but now, she already felt the effect of the narcotic and her struggles became weaker, her desperate moan fainter. Jelena`s eyelids moved slightly, but she did not wake up.

Tabea felt how her arms and legs became heavier and how she lost the ability to move them, no matter how she strained her muscles. Her head felt dizzy and her vision began to blur. Once more, she screamed into the smelly rag. It came out as a faint whistle and little later, everything went black.

***

The first thing Tabea noticed as she regained her consciousness was the permanent rattle. Her first thought was that there were street works under her window and with a grunt, she wanted to press her pillow to her ears. However, her hand did not follow her and more and more, she realized what had happened.

Even when she opened her eyes, she couldn`t see much, but then, she sensed a few strays of light, moving slightly. A scratchy material sometimes touched her nose and Tabea knew that a sack had been pulled over her head.

»Mmhhmm!«

Something large was stuffing her mouth to the bursting and she could also feel that something cut into the corners of her mouth and had been knotted off at her nape. So, once again, she had been gagged.

As she once again tried to move, she heard a clink and felt the unyielding grip of iron shackles around her wrists, ankles and even her neck. She was sitting on some bench that miraculously seemed to be upholstered. But she was chained to that bench, unable to raise or reach for the sack over her head.

As she moaned again, suddenly, there was a voice:

»Ah, so, you are awake!«

The voice spoke the ancient German she had learned to understand quite well. Even more, she knew who had spoken to her! It came to her mind the moment when the sack was pulled from her head and she looked into the face of General Hunyadi. He was smiling, but he made no attempt to free her or to at least remove her gag.

»You may feel a bit confused. I will explain everything once your friend wakes up. As a soldier, I hate telling things twice!«

Tabea looked to her right and could see the body of Jelena, chained like her and also with a sack over her head. She now also realized that they were inside a travelling cart whose windows were covered by linen curtains that billowed slightly in the wind. The constant rattle was the sound of the wheels on the road.

Hunyadi let his eyes wander over her body and Tabea recognized that she was still wearing the sleeveless nightgown. He seemed to like what he saw, but made no attempt to touch her. Instead, as he heard a small sound from Jelena, he pulled the sack from her head. As Tabea had expected, her friend had been tightly gagged, too. With blinking eyes, she looked at Hunyadi, then at Tabea and then to the General again.

»Now, for the promised explanation. You must know that I am very grateful you two helped to prevent my daughter`s abduction. After all, she is engaged to be married – to one of Sultan Süleyman`s highest ranking counselors.«

»Mmhhmm?«

Hunyadi laughed at their perplexed reaction. Then, he continued:

»In the past, I have come to the conclusion that our battle against the Ottomans is a lost cause. Maybe, we can fight them off another time if they start their invasion next year, but on the long range, they will overrun us. And since I prefer to be a winner, I started to negotiate with them some years ago. Ilona even spent some years at Süleyman`s court, to be better prepared for her role as the wife of a Turkish nobleman.«

With horror, Tabea now remembered what Jelena had told her about Ilona`s shaved pubic mound – that this hadn`t been common practice in the 16th century, except for the Turks. She exchanged a look with Jelena whilst Hunyadi continued to speak:

»Last year, I even converted to Islam – though I am afraid I will never be able to fully dispense with a good glass of wine. However, the Sultan was more interested in what I could tell him about our army and military tactics. I am afraid that next year, the Ottoman troops won`t be surprised by anything the Hungarian Generals might do.«

Tabea felt a cold grip to her heart. At the battle of Mohács, the Ottomans had lured the Hungarian army into a trap and annihilated it. Obviously, this had been due to Hunyadi`s treason, as he proved by what he told them next:

»My original plan was to become commanding General of our troops, but then, I thought it would be even better if I changed sides right now – and let the Hungarians know what I did.«

He looked at the two gagged women as if he was waiting for applause.

»Tomorrow or so, when we will already have crossed the border, somebody will find out that I have not just left Pécs for a hunting trip. Sooner or later, they will look through my personal documents and will find my correspondence with the Ottomans – which I of course changed a bit. I don`t know who will finally lead the Hungarian army, but the most likely candidates are all idiots. So, they will study my papers very thoroughly and think I left some hints how the Turks can be defeated.«

Both girls moaned as he showed a complacent grin. They both knew that Hunyadi`s intrigue would lead to a crushing defeat and more than 30.000 deaths. Sandor had been terribly wrong: Hunyadi had not left the Hungarian army because he had been searching for his daughter, but he had been a traitor. But Sandor had only read the book of Bela – Bela who had just been obsessed because Ilona had rejected him and who had been little more than a puppet of the old man.

It was somehow ironic: the old man`s intention had been to blackmail Hunyadi. Had he been successful, maybe, the General would not have committed treason, just to save Ilona. And now, by helping to thwart the conspiracy, she and Jelena had ensured that history would take its course the next year.

This also meant that Sandor would have no intention to get them both back to the year 2020! They were now definitely stranded – bound and gagged in the cart of Hunyadi who was heading towards the Ottomans!

Again, Tabea whimpered and Hunyadi said:

»You might wonder why I took the two of you with me. After all, you could not have done me any harm. However, the Sultan is a careful man. He will not grant me my full payment before the battle is won. Until then, I will be the guest of one of his trusted man. If Süleyman loses, my head will be put on a stake and paraded through the streets of Istanbul!«

Hunyadi didn`t sound as if he thought this would really happen. He now bent forward and said:

»My host loves beauty – especially beautiful slave girls. He will sure appreciate if I can offer him an appropriate guest gift. A beautiful Gypsy woman and a woman from the mysterious Black Continent!«

He reached forward and began to fondle their breasts, enjoying their moans of protest and their futile attempts to shake his hands off. Hunyadi grinned and now, his voice became almost conspirational:

»This campaign will change history and it will be partially my merit. But you two also played a little role in that game. A very little one, but deep inside your hearts«, he kneaded both Tabea`s and Jelena`s left breast, »you may be proud to be a part of history.«

Chuckling, he added:

»Maybe, people will remember this battle even 500 years later!«

The End

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