"Time Travel". THE STORIES. EROTIC STORY CONTEST 3

“Hm, probably it doesn’t mean anything. Let’s go upstairs and look the other rooms.” We leave the basement. As we open the door to the floor we frighten. It’s still the same floor but instead of the old furniture we see an ultra-modern cupboard. The walls are painted with reflecting colours and micro lights. Pictures of hot nude girls are on the walls, some big phalluses are standing around and a 3d-avatar of a beautiful young woman seems to be in the middle of the room. It looks like a hologram. “What’s this?” Patty asks and steps very close to me, holding my hand. “I don’t have any idea?!”
We are silent and listen. No voices are to hear, but a strange scent is filling the air. Anyhow we both are feeling horny. Is it the whole situation? Is it because we had hot sex just few minutes ago? Or is it because of the scent? “Either you teased me and I’m caught by the “hidden camera show” or it must have something to do with the music box” Patty whispers. I look at her. “Trust me, I would be happy if it was the hidden camera but it’s not. Either we both are fucked vigorously or the music box is a time machine. Look around – the old house seems to be an ultra-modern sex shop now.” Slow we walk into the next room, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Our eyes get bigger – this is a sex shop! But it’s not as we know it. Instead of DVDs, lingerie and toys we just see computer animated icons and holograms. There are small, visible glass cabins. Curious as I am I enter one. The door closes and I see a small light. A screen pops up and I see a context menu. I press “Male Lingerie”. On the next menu I choose “Borat”. Suddenly my body is scanned! On the screen I can see myself – but I don’t wear my clothes. No, I’m wearing a yellow Borat costume!! I hear Patty laughing out loud. “I dunno what’s happened… but change it at once!” she is shouting. I also laugh. “Aren’t you horny when I’m wearing this, he?” I ask, open the door and want to go to her. But as I leave the cabin, I just wear my “usual” clothes. “I am horny for you – as long as you don’t look like Borat”. I wink and enter the cabin.
I click “Remove” and then “Thongs”. I get a variety of thongs. I decide for the first one and read “Choose your colour”. Take the blue one and wait – at once my body is shown, wearing just a blue thong. “Yes, much better” I hear Patty laughing. I press “Into cart” and “Finish”. The door opens and I step out. “Hey silly boy, I didn’t know you’re here for shopping sex clothes.” I smile to her – “Never miss a chance.” I laugh. “But now we should go on and see where we are.”

We leave the room and are back in the foyer. As we look out of the front door we see some cars coming up. Same time we hear footsteps coming down the stairway. I take Patty’s hand and we run to the next door we reach. It’s the door to the base and we hurry to the room we left few minutes ago. Though it’s a strange feeling I love to feel her soft, slim fingers. Shivers run trough my body as she is holding my hand very strong and just after we closed the door behind us I can’t resist to pull her close to me and to kiss her. She puts her arms around my neck, presses her body towards mine and we deeply kiss. Our tongues are warring and fighting, turning and hitting, beating and catching. Her foot is rubbing my leg while my knee is rubbing her crotch. She is getting moist and starts to ride my knee like a rodeo girl. Pulling her long hair she has no chance then to offer me her throat. I dig my teeth in her skin, passionately kissing her. She presses her tit s against me, I feel her hard nipples almost pricking my chest.
After few seconds I pull back my knee and a strong rub her pussy using my palm. She is moaning in my mouth… “more… more.. don’t stop…pleaseeee” I dig in her slit, push her panties bit inside her pussy, pull them out, take her string and pull it, so the fabric rubs her slit. She is gasping. I tear her panties and throw them away. Strong and fast I push my middle finger inside and my thumb rubs her clit. My finger moves as if he pulls her closer to me, so her g-spot is massaged. She is like wax in my hands now and can’t hold her back any longer. Loud screaming my name she is cumming… her juices run above my fingers, my leg and drop down to the floor.
My trouser is almost bursting, my cock is as hard as stone and wants to be released. We go on kissing until she calms down… “Thanks… don’t know the reason but I needed it so badly” she whispers and smiles. “My pleasure” I smile. With a lusty, seductive voice she says “Now I’ll make it up to you” and goes down on her knees. She opens my trouser and pulls out my cock. Or better said, my cock jumps out straight into her hand. Some precum runs above her fingers. “Oh, seems to me someone is very horny. Good… I love it.” At once she wraps around my shaft, slow and hard but progressed into much harder and faster strokes. She takes her other hand, cups my balls and tickles my dam. I moan, my hands on her head. “Oh god… you’re fantastic… go on please”. Pure pleasure is running through my body as she opens her mouth and sucks my dick. She is looping her tongue around my shaft as my head is close to her throat. I am nothing but desire in this moment and I would do anything she wants now. My knees are weak as she is moving her head forth and back, releasing my cock off her mouth and sucking it deep in again. “I’m going to cum soon if you go on” I warn her. As my cock is outside this moment she replies “I want you to cum. Cum and show me you love my blowjob!” Saying this, she wanks my cock fast and licks around my head. Too much for me! A big wave of orgasm is running through my body, finding its way out off my cock. With high pressure I pump out my load… “Aaaaaaahhh yessssssssssss babeeeeeeeee”
She puts over her lips around my cock, it disappears in her mouth and she swallows everything. I look down to her and notice her eyes starring at me. I’m lost in this moment…
She also is looking satisfied. Slow she comes up, kissing my belly, my chest, my lips. We close our eyes and fall into another long kiss…

We finish our kiss. “We have to find a way to get out of this place.” I look at the machine. “Perhaps we can use it to go back?” We walk over and look at it. Pressing several buttons, but nothing happens. “Haha… perhaps you have to fuck me again to activate it” Patty laughs. I also laugh “I’d love that but we don’t know what will happen then. Perhaps another time warp, but how can we set the time? Though one thing is sure – this machine is the key to get back.”

“What are you doing here?” A loud voice is coming from behind. Fast we turn around and notice a man, in about 60 years old. “Customers are not allowed in this room.” Obviously he doesn’t recognize we’re not regular customers. What to do? Shall we act like customers or shall we tell the truth? “Sorry, we were searching for a private room. We have got uhm… bit horny when we saw all the great things up there.” Probably acting like customers is best we can do for now. He grins. “I understand.” He looks at Patty, then at me. His eyes walk to the machine. Again he is looking at us. Does he have an idea? Suddenly a thought is in my mind. Deeply looking at him I ask myself if we know us. Sure, he is in about 60. But this is the future. How did he look 40 years before? “Please follow me.” He waves his hand and walks out of the door. We follow. Before we leave the room I quick bend down to take Patty’s panties and put it in my pocket. We go upstairs and enter the foyer. Meanwhile there are many people and again we smell this special scent. We don’t stay on this floor, but go upstairs to the next one. I stop a second and let Patty pass. I want to look on her ass, perhaps I can see more as her skirt is short. I can’t help myself, I’m very horny again – or still?! Mmmmm it’s amazing to follow her with my eyes. She also seems to know what I’m doing and obviously enjoys it, as she is moving her hips bit more then necessary.
When she reaches the last step she suddenly turns around. As I was distracted by some tremendous thoughts I didn’t notice it at once and almost rushed against her. Oh…. My face is almost on her pussy and I have a great look at it. At once my hand fondles her inner thighs…. “Hey, you have to wait one minute horny man.” The man is laughing. He comes closer and whispers in my ear “Hey, I can understand you… she always has been in my dreams too.”

What did he say??? I take his arm “You have to explain us something Mister!”
“Soon. I will explain everything but first I have to take care for my customers. And, much more important, you both may not get in contact with other people. Nobody knows what could happen. Enter this room and wait for me.” He opens the door to another room and shows us to enter. We go inside. Wow. What a beautiful room – and much bigger then it should be. High walls, a big window and also part the roof is made of glass. When you look out of the window you see the skyline of a town. In the middle there is a big bed. “That’s not possible.” Patty says being surprised. `”There was just a small lake and a mountain behind this house – how can there be a big skyline?” “You’re right.” I reply. “It must be a trick.” We move closer – and laugh. There is no real window – it’s a kind of lamination I never have seen before and the skyline seems to be projected. But it’s almost perf ect! “Let’s check the bed – I wanna know if it’s real or also just a trick.” I devilish grin to Patty. “Heiko, I’m sure it’s real. The only cheater I see is standing in front of me.” She blinks as she is talking to me and slowly moves closer. Again I have this strange scent in my nose. What is it?
But as Patty is close to me I don’t think about it anymore. I just have eyes for her and again I want her with each cell of my body. We hug and, opposite to the other times, we gentle kiss. Instead of hot and greedy kisses we smooch like lovers do – long, lovely, seducing…

While we’re kissing we sit down to the edge of the bed. I pull her to me, she is sitting on my lap. Fondling her head…. then her face… feeling her arms around me. We almost creep into another. We are one. Unified. She is sucking my bottom lips. My hands move to her blouse. Button for button I open it. Slowly. Don’t know why but we believe we have all time of the world. As all buttons are opened I remove the blouse.
Taking her head in my hands I kiss her forehead, her left eye, her right eye, her sweet nose. Softly press my lips to her cheeks. As our lips almost meet again I look at her eyes – our eyes meet… and I loose myself in eternity…finding a wonderful soul… time stops…

As we wanna kiss I notice a little flashing light… move my head to her ear, nibbling her earlobe… as I lick her ear she softly moans… again I notice the light… “honey” I whisper straight in her ear “I’m not sure but it’s possible we are watched. If you ask me, it doesn’t matter to me… I just want you now and here.” “I don’t mind” she replies “as long as we’re together… I’m even hornier knowing other watch us.” Saying this she is pressing her crotch towards me and also moans bit louder. “They watch us – let’s give them a show.” After saying this she stands up and makes two steps back. She blinks and starts to dance, moving her hips around. Slow she opens the zipper of her skirt, comes closer to me and turns again, offering me a wonderful view to her back. She pushes down the skirt. Ooooh… her sweet ass is straight in front of my face. She bends her body down, holding her ankles. As she doesn’t wear her panties anymore I have a perfect view to her ass and to her kitten. As it’s sparkling I know she is moist. I can’t resist kissing her ass and gentling brush her lips… Five seconds later she comes up, making four steps away from me and turning around. Her hands walk above her breasts and as she moves on she has her bra in her hand. Wow… how did she do it? She throws it way to the light… makes one step forth to me, stops. Opens her legs, fondles her inner thighs and makes another step. Touches her pussy and licks her palm afterwards. Oh my god… she is killing me… I smile, my eyes stick on her and I can hardly breathe.
Coming one step closer now I almost can touch her. Spreading my arms I wanna take her, but she is teasing me, shaking her head, friendly slapping my fingers.
Sucking one of her fingers very slowly, looking deeply at me, I feel my cock is harder then stone and it’s very tight in my pants. Oh no…. same finger she sucked now she uses to rub her slit… makes one step to me and offers this finger to me. I take her hand, rub the finger above my lips and kiss the fingertip. Looping my tongue around before I suck it in… mmmm I taste her fluids… she pulls back, her hands run above my chest and starts to open my shirt. When it’s unbuttoned she comes to bed, behind me and removes it. Pressing her body towards mine I feel her breasts on my back. I lift my head and moan….mmmmmmm honey…. She kisses my neck, her hands move above chest… my belly… reaching my pants. Uuuuuhhh.. she is wanking my cock through my trousers… I turn my face and we kiss. It takes just a second for her to open my button and zipper before I feel her hand in my pants, rubbing above my head. Her thumb wipes awa y some precum… Patty gets up and stands in front of me again. Showing me the precum… then spreading it on her nipple… oh dear… Getting down on her knees she is taking off my trousers. Looking at me with lusty eyes, wanking my shaft and rubbing her pussy she suddenly stops.
She takes my hand and leads it to her breast. I fondle them. She presses her hand on mine for a short moment. I massage her left, then her right breasts. She opens her mouth and moans.
I squeeze her wonderful tits… cover it with my palm, rub against her nipple…it’s hard and I can’t resist kissing it… switch between kissing and licking this sweet button, sucking it like a baby.
I feel her hand on my cock. She bends down and goes on wanking, but also sucks it deep in her mouth. Now I am moaning… her blowjob is fantastic… as I feel her fingernails scratching my balls I almost scream… “ooooh Patty….” Her tongue is licking my cockhead… sucking it in her mouth… releasing it… I love it and feel she also loves it…she knows how to handle a man… switching her actions from slow and soft to faster, harder… and slow and soft again… I don’t know if the future is really better but I know I’m almost in heaven. Good luck I came twice today otherwise I would have fired at once…
But I don’t wanna risk it – so I lift her and lay her down on bed. Fondle her everywhere as I
move down. I’m very close to her pussy but don’t touch her. Only kiss the insides of her thighs, licking them, first one, then the other. Inhale her, rub my lips all around… Gently I spread her legs. My face is as close as possible now. I look, smile… and soft blow above her kitten. Spread her outer lips gently and slip my tongue into her. Lap up her juices and swish my tongue inside, enjoying her delicious taste. I smell…mmmm what a wonderful scent.
Suck on her inner lips, kissing them, pulling them gently. Lick and kiss her downward toward her anus. Come back up and drink more of her yummy fluids.

As she is moaning now I slip my index finger into her, while my palm is facing upward, gently, massaging her. I move my finger as if I would call her to come over… stimulating her g-spot. She moans louder and pushes her body against me so I push my middle finger into her, moving both fingers in opposite motion to each other.

“Yes yes..more, more” I hear her gasping and quickly lick her clitoris. I’m gentle, but also relentless. I won’t stop until she cums! But as she is almost cumming I stop. Look at her, smile and whisper “not yet honey!” She looks at me – a mix of beg, annoyance and fun is in her eyes.
Lick and kiss her slowly… then faster. I pause. Then lick and suck her lips again.
Take all of her around her clitoris and pull her into my mouth gently, nibbling on her and sucking her at the same time… She is so close now almost unable to stop her climax. But I don’t allow it. Loud and clear I say “NO!” “Please Heiko, please let me cum…pleaseeee” I hear her whining. I see her hands digging the duvet coffer, her body restless moving… as I bend down, greedy eating her pussy she can’t control herself any longer and is cumming with a big loud scream… her juices are surrounding my face as if somebody opened a Watergate… feels she is squirting straight into my mouth… oh I love it… can’t get enough… she is shaking.. big waves of orgasm running through her body… “yesssssssssss…yesssssssssssssssssss…….yyyesssssssssssssssssss…aaaaaa….. don't stop honey…..i……….oh my gooooood……… ………………………”
I lick, I eat, I suck… feels like a man, dying of thirst finding a spring of water finally….
Feeling her passion is almost making me cumming too…. But I hold myself back. I don’t have finished yet…

It all began on August 28, while I was cleaning up after another bawdy night at the AChat Bar & Grill. I had swept the floors and was emptying all the waste bins, and while I was dumping the bin from the pool room I saw a copy of the AChat Tattler go by. Something caught my eye as the paper was sliding out of the bin, there was a picture on the page that looked familiar, I tried to catch it but missed and the paper went into the dumpster. I went in, got the newspaper and climbed back out of the dumpster then leaned against it to examine the picture. It showed a pile of robots on a pallet, which was being moved by a forklift. Underneath the picture was this article.

“ROBOTS TO BE DESTROYED”
“Nymphomania – Obsolete, damaged and unserviceable robot boys and girls will be destroyed. They have been sent to the Robotic Labs secure, off site, disposal facility, located here in Nymphomania. There the robots will meet their end in a special machine in which they will be shredded and incinerated. The silicone and other resins will be burned off safely while the precious metals will be recovered, melted and formed into ingots for future use. The destruction of the robots is scheduled for this coming week and will be overseen by the security department of Robotic Labs.”

The date of the paper was Monday, April 16, which made the article 5 months old. There were about 10 robots in the picture, all in various stages of disrepair, but there was one in particular that intrigued me. I could see a robot girl’s bare foot and on the sole of her foot was a number, I could make out a 36, but the rest of it was too small to read. “Nah, it can’t be.” I said to myself. “I need a magnifying glass”. I folded the paper and stuck it in the back pocket of my jeans, then went back inside the bar and finished cleaning.

Hoping to secure a magnifying glass, I knocked on the office door and opened it, poking my head inside. “Whoa!” I exclaimed. There was Lover and Dutchslut19 going at it like two rabbits, the room smelled of sex. She was on her back on top of the desk, and she was naked from the waist down, her shirt wide open. He was standing, holding her by the hips and pounding away, her breasts moving on her chest with each thrust as she held onto his forearms. Papers were all over the floor along with other desk top items and so intense was their love making that they did not know I was there. I backed out and closed the door.

I knocked on Brandybee’s office door, and opened it slightly without looking in. I explained to her about some of the odd jobs that needed doing around the bar, and then I asked. “Do you have a magnifying glass?”

She said she did, as she opened a drawer and got one out of her desk, then she walked with me out of her office and up the hallway, discussing the ideas for some improvements and telling me that I could put in for any supplies I needed with either her or JayC. She handed me the magnifying glass and swatted me on the rump, then made her way to the bar.

I got the paper out of my pocket and examined the foot in the picture with the glass. I felt my heart sink and the blood drain from my face. “It can’t be true.” I thought. I looked at the number again, hoping that the second time would magically make it change. RG-36.243.1! I knew that number. It’s was Eva! My Eva! She had been…Crushed! Mangled! Shredded! Incinerated!

“I need a drink…root beer.” I said to JayC , who was tending bar, while handing the magnifying glass back to Miss Brandy, who was now sitting at the bar. “No, wait. Make it something stronger. Sarsaparilla.” He poured me one and I downed it in a few gulps.

“Hey, are you alright?” Brandybee asked me. “You’re as pale as a ghost.”

“I think so,” I answered, “I need to take a walk and clear my head.” I folded the paper up and stuck it back in my pocket, put my jacket on and left the bar.

I walked for about two hours, thinking about the time I had with Eva while I was on my vacation a couple of summers ago. After reading the instruction booklet I took from her over and over and studying the schematics of her, I was sure that I could reprogram her, maybe even make her more human, instead of damaging her. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was my doing that resulted in her being destroyed. Feeling rather dejected, guilty and suddenly lonely I walked slowly up Main Street, lined with shops.

“If I could turn back time…” I thought, “I could fix Eva and…” Then I had an epiphany. “Mollie's Shop!” I said out loud. “In all those odd books she has, there must be something that can help me.”

Her shop was just around the corner. I hurried off there. “Mollie.” I called out while entering the shop. The little bell at the top of the door jingled. I love these types of stores. Old, dingy, and with that smell of old things.

Mollie came out from a curtained off back room. “Hello.” She said to me. “It's so nice to see you again.” She looked me up and down like she usually does. Mollie is about 10 years older than me, with dark hair and alluring blue eyes. She is a little chubby, but very curvy, and she carries her weight well with an ample bosom. “Is there anything I can help you to find?”

“Yes.” I answered. “What do you have on time travel.”

“What do you want that for?” She said. “Wait. Time travel? You know, I do have something on that here in the back.” She pulled the curtain off to one side and motioned for me to go in.

I made my way around the counter to the doorway. Mollie was still holding the curtain when I squeezed past, I had to brush against her bosom to enter the room. The little room was dimly lit and piled with old books. In the middle of the room was a chair with a floor lamp behind it.

“I have to keep some books in here.” She said, “There are some things that just shouldn't be public knowledge. Here.”

She handed me an old tome entitled “Time Travel Made Possible”. I leafed though it briefly, scanning the pages as I flipped them. There were diagrams of machines, with part listings, schematics of various power chambers and chapters on the theory of time travel.

“This is perfect.” I said to her as she was handing me another book, “This is exactly what I was hoping to find.”

I put the book on the chair and examined the other book. “Warping Time”. It looked interesting with a lot of theory in it, I decided to take that book, too. “I'll take them.” I said.

“I can't sell you those books.” She said. I felt my heart sink. “We're not allowed to sell any of the books from this back area. Some of the knowledge contained in these can be dangerous in the wrong hands…”

“But…” she went on, taking the book from my hand and dropping it on the chair. She then pressed against me, pushing me slightly. I stumbled a little as I backed up, her arms starting to wrap around me, I could feel her breasts mashing against me. “No one ever said that we couldn't lend them.” She tilted her head up and kissed me square on the lips, the tip of her tongue slipped between my lips, I couldn’t help myself and kissed her back.

“You know what I want.” She said, breaking our kiss. “I want you. Here. Now. Get your clothes off and have a seat in the chair. I'll go lock the door.”

She moved to the doorway, then turned back to look at me, she was unbuttoning her blouse. “If you want those books, you better do as I say.”

“Eva.” I thought while smiling at Mollie. “I'm doing this for you.” Mollie smiled back at me as I took off my jacket and unbuckled my belt.

“Good boy.” She said. “You won't regret this.”

I undressed completely, put the two books on the floor and sat in the chair. When Mollie returned she was already naked, and looking very hot and sexy. I was immediately erect. “Oooo”. She said. “I knew I liked you.”

She approached the chair, her large breasts wobbling as she walked, I took them into my hands as she sat on my lap and slid herself along my legs. We embraced and kissed. She rose up slightly and mounted my hardon, her pussy was soaking wet and felt like it was on fire as she slid onto me. We were then “riding on the chair”. Sweating, grunting, kissing embracing. Licking each other, sucking each other, making love with a heated abandonment like two reunited lovers who had been apart for a long time.

When we were finished I got dressed, and she slipped on a blue silk robe that was hanging on a hook next to the doorway. “Mollie.” I said, while picking up the books, “You were right. I don't regret this at all.”

Not bothering to tie her robe closed, she followed me to the door of the shop, and unlocked it. I opened the door to leave and she grabbed me by my arm. “Remember to bring those back, there’s another payment to make when you do.” She said with a smile.

I kissed her fully on the lips and she grabbed my crotch. “Thanks Mollie,” I said.

I made my way back to the AChat Bar & Grill. It was quiet inside, one of those nights when the place was practically empty of customers. Just a couple of guys playing pool in the back, and two more sitting at the bar sipping some beers. “Good time to modify the donut machine.” I thought. I put the books down, took my jacket off and installed a rum infuser on the donut maker. We will now be able to offer rum infused donuts to our patrons.

Finished, I picked up my stuff and made my way through the bar room into the back storage room. I unlocked the door to the attic and went inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I went up to the attic, where I had created a little living space for myself. A small bed, an old piano stool I used to put my feet up and a desk and chair. I also had a hot plate where I could warm up water for making coffee or tea and I had a bureau that I could keep extra clothes in. I put the books on the desk, got some clean clothes from the bureau and went back down stairs to take a shower. Afterwards, I went back to the attic, sat on the bed, switched on the lamp above it then opened the edition of “Time Travel Made Possible” it was written by Norman Tesla, Nikola’s brother. “Huh, I didn’t know he had a brother.” I said to myself as I started to read.

I came to a diagram in the book which showed a machine that could be wired with specific cables and some switches, everything on the supply list was attainable. The only challenge being some Ionic Matter for the impulsation mechanism and titanium for the chamber, but I knew the NSPD had some of both in the research lab, which I had access to. “Eva.” I said out loud. “I’m coming for you.”

I was given permission to order parts for the mechanical bull, and to install a PA system out back for the wrestling pit. I fudged some of the orders to get more parts that I could use for my machine. The biggest challenge was going to be getting more power to the attic room. I had enough of the necessary cable to run to the attic, but I would need the bar to be empty so I could do the work without being discovered. Luckily for me, there was a party happening soon at the Ice House Dungeon, which is an annex off of the pool room. I took that opportunity and enlisted the help of a couple of the dwarves and ran all the cabling that I thought I was going to need up to the attic and tied the cable into the breaker box. I was all set with power, now to construct a place to build the machine.

I put in an order for some lumber and various other building supplies. The dwarves had tunneled down and built themselves a room underneath the bar room with an access door built into the side of the bar base. They had material left over from that which I could use and for the next few days, the dwarves and I constructed a secret room in the attic of the AChat Bar & Grill. We put soundproofing on the walls so I could work in the room quietly. We also built an exact replica of the outside wall of the attic, so when you looked from the stairs, you could not tell that the attic was now 12 feet shorter. Before installing the electronic sliding door, I pushed the old upright piano that had been stored in the attic into the room, installed the door and activated the security system. I then set out to gather the rest of the parts I was going to need.

I made a short trip to the NSPD Bunny Division and went into the research lab. I loaded some titanium plates into my pick-up along with some other things that were on the list. I unlocked the “special” cabinet and carefully took the Ionic Matter and placed it in a travel container and took that to the pickup truck.

“What the hell are you doing?” I heard a female voice ask sternly.

I spun around and there was Superintendent Azrielle, with her hands on her hips, feet apart in an authoritative stance. “What is all this?” She asked again gesturing to the back of the truck.

Deciding that the truth is always the best option, I explained everything to her. The book, the machine, my desire to try and save my Eva. She thought the time travel would be a good tool for the NSPD, it would enable them to solve crimes by catching the criminals in the act, even though she knew how changing one thing in the past could lead to unforeseen changes in the present.

“You may take what you need for your…quest.” She said, “But I want something in return.”

“Name it.” I said.

She sat on the tailgate of the truck and leaned back onto her elbows, and then brought her knees up. “Test drive the new “Lucky Licker” actions with me.” She said, as her uniform skirt slid along her thighs exposing her womanhood to me.

“This is like a dream come true.” I said as I dove between her thighs.

We rolled around in the back of the pickup for about an hour, trying all the actions and oral positions we could think of. Once we were finished and dressed again Azrielle said “This will be our secret.” She then gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Good luck.” She said and hopped off the truck. I watch her as she walked away, hips swaying…she knew what she was doing. I got off the truck, closed the tailgate, got in, started up and drove away.

For the next two weeks I secretly constructed my machine, doing most of the work while the bar was empty. The machine looked like a sleigh, it was seven feet long and four foot wide. It had a wooden shell to the back half of the machine, which was five foot high and had a fold out ramp in the back. Inside that shell was a seat and the controlling mechanism which came from the bull but I had rewired it for my needs. There was a setting dial with a LED readout to set the date and another dial to set coordinates. In theory, I should be able to send myself and this machine to any time period and any place I wanted. I opened the back of the machine’s shell, lowered the ramp, and rolled the piano into the machine. The only thing left to do was to load some Ionic Matter into the impulsation mechanism’s titanium chamber and test it.

According to the book, the machine, once loaded with the matter and switched on, takes a tremendous amount of electricity to fill the chamber with enough power to not only transport myself in time, but also to store enough power for a return trip. I figured it will probably cause the entire bar, and even the Ice House to go dark for about 5 minutes.

While painting the name “Axiom” on the side of my “timeship”, I said to myself, “I better say something to Miss Brandy and the others about losing power for a few minutes when I fire this puppy up. I know…I’ll tell them that I’m hooking up something to the circuit breaker box.”

It was one of those quiet September nights in the bar. Not many patrons and there wasn’t much staff working. I figured this was the time to give the machine its test run. I informed those that were in the bar that we might experience a power drain or possibly even a power outage as I made some hook ups and repairs to the breaker box.

Back in the secret room, I took a reading of the Ionic Matter and to my dismay, discovered that the rate of decay to the matter was greater than I had expected. Recalculating the half life numbers and decay rate I found that I was only going to have enough matter for two trips.

With some matter in the chamber, I switched on the Axiom. A slight humming noise was emanating from the chamber and all the LED’s lit up. Using the joystick from the bull, I manipulated the numbers on the read out and set the coordinates for the road outside the AChat Bar & Grill and set the time and date for midnight, Sunday, April 15.

I switched on the Ionic Matter chamber and the humming increased. The ultrasonic amplifier was switched on, and the humming went quiet and all the lights in the attic dimmed. The lights suddenly went very bright as the amplifier charged the matter, then the lights dimmed to just barely a glow and the meter showing the available Ionic Matter power started to increase.

“Good.” I said. “It’s filling up, just as the book promised.”

After about six minutes, the humming resumed and the lights all returned to their normal brightness. I disconnected the Axiom from its electrical hookups in the wall. Got my motorcycle helmet and put it on and climbed into the machine and buckled my seatbelts. I double checked all the settings which were right where they were supposed to be. I opened the covering to the “go” button, lowered my dark goggles over my eyes, and then I said a small prayer and pressed the button.

Nothing happened. There was no flash, no noise, nothing, except a small wisp of smoke coming from the LED readout. “It didn’t work.” I lamented out loud. Then suddenly I heard a female voice.

“HEY! YOU IDIOT! PUT SOME LIGHTS ON THAT THING!” Two female NSPD officers were going by in their pedal cars. That voice was very familiar. “WE ALMOST HIT YOU!”

I raised the goggles and saw it was dark and I was not in the attic, I was outdoors in the middle of a road. Then I looked at the direction the voice came from, I recognized the two officers as the ones I saw that day when Eva malfunctioned. I know these two officers in the present, Sgt. Pafe and Cpl. Satoire. I wanted to call out to them, but decided that it would be better if I didn’t.

I was outside of a building which I recognized in the moonlight as the AChat Bar & Grill. Only it wasn’t the bar, and it looked deserted. I got out of the Axiom and walked up to the building. There was a small sign over the door “Zocco’s Bar & Grill” and a “Closed” sign was nailed to the door. It looked like it used to be an old club or something, but by the looks of it no one has occupied the building for a while. “That’s right.” I said to myself. “I am here before Miss Brandy opened the AB&G.”

I went back to the timeship, opened the back door to the shell and dropped the ramp. I then rolled the piano out into the road. Days ago I had taped a sign to the piano that read “Play It Again Sam.” I got back into my seat inside the Axiom and tried to dial the return settings so I could get back, but it only went two numbers and then froze. The circuitry seems to have overheated and now I cannot get the settings past April, 17. I could adjust the coordinates, but not the date.

One Friday Night sitting in my pent house sat waiting for Jane and Karen to get ready for a night down at the Bar & Grill. They bath come out of my bed room looking stunning. I get up and walk over smiling at them both “Won’t be long” I say as I go into my bed room. I get my cloths out to wear for the evening having seen what the girls were wearing had to look smart for them NO jeans and T shirt tonight.
Walking into my bath room to have a quick shower has I walk throw the door frame there’s a flash. Opening my eyes the bathroom is not mine but my parent’s at the house I grow up in. I step back out and I’m back in my pent house looking into my bathroom again shaking my head and blinking a few times. I step back into my bathroom again and I’m back in my parent’s house again I turn around and I’m looking at my old bed room turning back I look in the mirror. Looking back at me was a 19 year old me staggering back I grab the door frame to stop myself falling over. “A rip in the time space continuum” I think to myself rubbing my head I Look around my old room.
“What has just happened to me and what’s the date” I think I sit on my old bed looking around my old bag is on the bed next to me all packed ready for a weekend. With a note written in my hand writing on the top 7:30 pm and an Address. Reading the note all my memories beyond that point in time have gone.
I grabbed my bag and of I went to the address 7:30 and I’m at a large old oak door with a big black door knocker. I only know one person that will be behind the day the lady who made me write the note. I take a deep breath and take hold of the knocker KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. The door opens and a lady is stood in front of me, I go to speck but she spoke first “good right on time don’t say anything until you are spoke to. Miss Rachel told me you were coming. Come In and follow me.” She turns around and I follow her in.
I look her up and down she is wearing an old bath robe but had high heels on, I followed her into an empty room “close the door” she said which I did not thinking anything of it. She turned around looking right at me “put your bag in the corner over there then stand on the cross in the middle of the room.” Her voice spoke more like an order then a request. Doing as I was told and standing on the cross still thinking “ok this is a bit strange but go with it.” The lady walked around the room looking me over “yes Miss Rachel has made a good chose”. Her voice was soft again
As she walked around the room she started to speck. “You have been chosen to look after me and my friends for the night this is your last chance to leave if you wish to leave take your bag and go.” I stay where I am looking around the room for her “Stand still” she Ordered feeling a hand on the back of my head pushing it to look at the floor.
“Roles for you this weekend are as follows 1 you will only wear the cloths given to you 2 you will only speck when spoken to 3 you will always look down unless told to look up 4 you will not say no to anyone if they ask you to do something no matter what it is 5 you will only leave when I tell you to Nod if you understand if you Nod and except this rules I will promise NO harm we come of you” she said very firmly.
I nod my head “That’s a good boy you will be serving 3 lady’s and some of their friends you have meet Miss Rachel there will be Miss Janet and myself Miss Alison you will only ever call us Miss unless there is more than one of use in the same room then you will use our names Nod if you understand” she says in a clear voice. As I nod Miss Alison walks around from behind me she has lost the bath robe and stands in front of me “look at me” she says I left my head and see she is wearing black high heels stockings a very short black leather skirt and a small tight black leather top her breast were pushed up making them look very big. She held out a small pair of black leather shorts “Now put this on” still looking at her my eyes open wide “NOW BOY” She ordered. I start to strip there in the middle of this empty room. Standing there naked in front of a lady I had only meet 10 minutes ago. My cock was as hard as I had ever felt it and standing out in front of me. Miss Alison looked me over and says “mmm good chose Miss Rachel good chose.” She walks around me again I feel her hand on my cock she strokes its length “mmm I will see how good this is later but you have some things to do first.” She whispers in my ear. She hands me the shorts “Now put this on and let me look at you.” I put the shorts on and stand still again. “They fit you well Miss Rachel has a good eye for your size.” I just give a little smile knowing Miss Rachel had seen me at work in just my shorts.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I hear the door knocker “Go answer the door boy” Miss Alison ordered I turn and wall out to the front door opening the door its Miss Rachel “Hello Miss please come in”. I say she walks in and hands me her coat. She stood there nearly naked but for a Red leather bra & panties and red knee length heeled boots. “MMM my shorts fit you ok then” she says as she rubs my cock throw my shorts. “Glad you come” she whispers into my ear and then gently kisses my cheek.
Standing just inside the door I watch Miss Rachel walk down the hall thinking “what a great body she had” and was never going to look at her at work the same way. Still standing there Knock Knock Knock the door goes again. I turn and open the door and a third lady was stood at the door she walked passed me and down the hall not stopping to give me her black leather over coat.
“Come in here Boy” its Miss Alison again I walk it and see all three lady’s standing there in front of me Miss Janet had taken her coat off and was wearing only a leather bra and panties set. “Put Miss Rachel’s coat over there with Miss Janet’s then come back and like us look you over” Miss Alison orders I do as I’m told and stand there in a room fall of thing I know nothing of. Standing there looking down at the floor as per the rules I hear Miss Rachel speck “look up at as Boy this room is the house play room unless taken out this is where you will stay have a look around the room there are lots of toys in here and you my get to use them or be used on them.” I turn my head and look around the room my eyes open wider and wider as I see more and more strange thing around the room.
Miss Rachel specks again “Now there is just one more thing we all want to see NOW take off your shorts let’s see what you’ve got in there” Standing there in front of this three dominate Lady’s I pull my shorts down and step out of them. Standing there naked Miss Janet is the first to move she walks over to me runs her hand over my chest “mmmmm yes good good very good” her voice is soft and her hand has an effect on my cock it starts to grow Miss Janet see’s it and raps her hand around it she gives it a squeeze “mmmmm yes very good” Miss Janet says again.
She start’s to work her hand gently back and forth along my shaft as it gets harder and harder. I look down to see Miss Rachel and Miss Alison on their knees with their mouths open Miss Janet pushes my hips forward and guides my cocking to Miss Rachel’s mouth feeling her mouth close around it I nearly came there and then Miss Rachel took me right in then let my cock go and gave it to Miss Alison she takes in deep to right to the back of her throat her mouth feels so good AAHHHH I can’t hold it anymore I shoot a great load of hot cum deep into Miss Alison’s mouth she pulls my cock out and Miss Rachel takes it back in her mouth as the second load jets into her mouth Miss Janet move in close and pulls my cock into her mouth and sucks the last jet of cum out of my cock. I can’t believe what has just happened I look down and all 3 of the lady’s are kissing and sharing my cum. Miss Rachel takes my rock hard cock in her hand and says “His mi ne first.” Keeping my cock in her hand she leads me out of the play room and into her privet room.
In Miss Rachel’s room
Miss let go of my cock and tills me to get on the bed on your back. Doing as I’m told I lay there with my cock standing up so hard. Just moving my eyes I watch Miss walk around the bed. She specks “you will come to no harm here do you trust me to let me put a blindfold on you and do things to you that you have never had done to you. Nod if you understand and that you are happy to do as I ask” I nod my head slowly. ”are you sure” Miss asks again I nod my head clearly. “Good Boy” Miss responds.
She takes a blindfold out and places it over my eyes I left my head to allow Miss Rachel to tie the blindfold behind my head. Laying their I feel Miss Rachel get on the bed at my feet feeling her hand on my ankles and push them wide apart feeling her hands run up my legs and cup then gently squeeze my balls “Now are you ready for what I’m about to do to you” Miss spoke in such a soft voice. I nod my head and feel something cold being rubbed over my butt and down over my tight ass. Feeling her warm mouth round my cock once again feeling it slide down to it hilt then raising back to its head. Only being able to feel and not see made it so hard not to just rip the blindfold off and grab her head, but I was her toy and her’s to use and do with as she wishes. With her mouth working up and down upon my cock I feel pressure on my tight ass feeling Miss Rachel take my hole cock right to the back of her throat at that point I feel a sharp pain in my ass as what can only be a finger. Clenching tight around it Miss Rachel lefts her head “just relax relax that it” I hear her soft voice “I won’t hurt you.” Relaxing I feel her start to work her finger in deeper, then nearly all the way back out. Then a sharp pain again a second finger goes in. I let out a low moan and feel that warm mouth around my cock again
Miss Rachel works her mouth and fingers as one, as her mouth goes down her finger come out and as her mouth goes up her fingers go in deep. Feeling this new sensation I could feel my orgasm build my cock grows harder and I know I am going to explode. Miss Rachel stops moving letting my cock out of her mouth. Feeling her fingers still in my tight channel I feel her move on the bed. Then I feel Miss Rachel’s warm mouth again around my cock feeling it slide right down NO this is different as I feel the weight of Miss Rachel’s body rest on my pelvis then it just rock back and forth. I let out a LOAD MOAN and EXPLODE deep inside her and in one move Miss Rachel lifts herself off my cock pulls the blindfold off and lets me see her dripping hot sex just as she places over my face and sits down over my mouth and grinds down hard letting my taste or mix. Sucking hard I drink are mix down as I do I hear “Don’t you swallow any of that” Miss Rachel moves back and lowers her face to mine and we kiss passionately her tongue lapping at the mix in my mouth tasting or mix we both swallow the mix at the same time.
Miss Rachel moves off of me and stands at the side of the bed and looks down on me “Good boy you did just what I you were meant to do Now go and clean up put your short and go back to the Play room.” I do as I’m told and walk into the play room.
Back in the play room
Walking back into the play room there are lots of new people in their Miss Alison see me walk in. She takes my arm and stands me on the cross in the middle of the room “stand still” she orders. I do as I’m told and Miss Alison clapped her hands to get every ones attention. “This is Boy he is here for you all to use he will do as he is told and have fun with him. He is only to be use in the play room unless you have myself, Miss Janet or Miss Rachel with you to take him to privet room” she tells the party goes. She turns and kisses me and whispers just have fun and you will be safe in here.
I stand there in the middle of the room with my head down and my hands behind my back. I hear a soft voice from behind me “Hello Boy let’s see what your made of” I feel her hands grab my shorts and with one swift move my shorts are around my ankles. Feeling her hands on my butt then sliding around and cupping my balls and squeezing them gently. I hear her talk again “I want him and I want him now” A man’s voice says “Come here boy” I turn and see this sunning girl standing next to me she holds me by my cock and walks me over to the man. Standing in front of him the girl sits on his lap and opens her legs wide. “Make her cumm boy and make her cumm hard” dropping to my knee I kiss my way up her inner thigh and take in the sweet aroma of this young pussy I have in front of me. Gently I lean in and kiss her soft silk lips there already most as i push my tongue deep inside this sweet tasting pussy sucking on it hard and p ulling one of her lips into my mouth then moving over you the other one. Feeling her put her hands on the back of my head and push it hard against her pussy hard I suck hard as she pushes me in deeper moving up to her clit I suck it hard feeling her body start to shack as I flick her clit with my tongue and suck it hard again just as I feel her about to cumm I feel a hand cup my balls I suck on the clit in my mouth harder. Feeling the hand squeezing my balls harder and start to lift me off my knees back to my feet. Now bent right over still sucking hard on the sweet tasting clit the hand on my balls moved up and over my butt. Feeling a spare sting across my butt cheeks then again sucking harder on the pussy in my mouth she cummm’s as the 5th strike across my butt lands she holds my head hard down on her pussy as l suck all her sweet juices off her. The soft touch of a hand rubs my stinging butt and a finger running down over my ass feeling a cold liquid being over my b utt and the a finger slides into my ass again. Still licking the sweet young girl in front of me still not being able to turn round to see who is behind me I feel a second finger then a 3rd. I feel a hand on the back of my head and a soft voice “are you ready boy” Than a sharp pain not being able to move I take the pain and buried my face into the young lady. The pain easies a little and turns more into pleasure. Being held there I feel a hard push from behind and then a hot rush deep inside my ass.
Being let free I stand and turn to see the man that took my cherry I turn back and look into the eyes of the young girl and her man says “good boy you did a great job on her she is ready for every one now.” Feeling the cummm running down my leg I hear Miss Alison’s voice in my ear “go and clean up then get back on your cross.” Leaving the play room I find a Bath room and close the door I dive under the shower. Grabbing a towel dry myself off rapped in the towel I Leave the bathroom and find I’m back in my Pent House still with the towel around me. Shaking my head I go and see if the girls are still here waiting for me. There both there “is that what your wearing tonight” Jane shouts. Going back into my bedroom I get dressed and we head off to The Bar & Grill

The message they sent you was:

Jarod spewed his guts upon the hardwood floor and passed out. The next thing he heard was a small voice asking him to wake-up.

“Uncle Jarod? Are you sleeping?” He heard the little voice say.

“Natasha, it's time for your bath. Leave your Uncle Jarod alone.” He heard the Superintendent's voice state.

“But Mommy! Why do I need to have another bath? I had one yesterday!” The small voice announced defiantly beside Jarod.

“… Because Mommy says so…” He heard the Superintendent's voice state in a motherly tone.

There ws nothing more but the sound of little bare feet on the hardwood floor, followed by the click of a woman's shoes upon the same floor.

“NATASHA! Bath… No! The dog does not need a bath with you!…” Jarod heard from another room, followed by the sound of a dog's bark and a loud splash.

He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at a ceiling he knew, but the bed he laid upon was not the same one he slept in last night. The room around him started to come into focus and his head pounded.

“Whoa… slow down, brother.” Shaffer spoke to him.

“Shaffer, what the hell is going on?” Jarod asked.

“Jarod. Keep your voice down. If Azrielle hears you swearing around the girls, she'll make you eat soap.” Shaffer noted.

“… But what is going on?” Jarod asked. “If this isn't witch craft, what is it?”

“I missed my little brother. You being here is Azrielle's idea.” Shaffer spoke.

Just then another little girl that Jarod estimated could not be more than two years old ran into the room, dressed like a little bunny, complete with big fluffy ears.

“Daddy! Snoopy got my bed all wet again!” The little girl with red hair and his brother's eyes, dressed like a bunny cried.

“OK, you can go climb into Mommy and Daddy's bed for now.” Shaffer spoke softly to her.

Jarod noticed her smile wide and run off. Jarod was begining to understand that his brother was now married and had not one, but two beautiful little girls.

“Been busy, Brother?” Jarod remarked.

“Yea…” Shaffer answered with a grin. “Come on, Brother… You can meet the youngest one.”

“Three?” Jarod just spewed out of his mouth.

It was at this exact moment that a young woman with blond hair stepped into the room with a small bundle in her arms.

“Ok, Uncle Shaffer, this one wants her Daddy.” She spoke with a voice that almost hypnotized Jarod. “Just us four for dinner?”

“Yes…” Shaffer answered her.

“… The little one with bunny ears is Adrienne, this is Heather.” Shaffer announced proudly as only a father could, as he took the little bundle from the Blond.

“Jarod, stop staring at my Niece.” Shaffer spoke.

“Are all the women here as gorgeous as her?” Jarod asked of one brother to another.

“I got lucky, I got the only redhead.” Shaffer chortled.

“Azrielle set out some of my clothes for you to wear.” Shaffer also noted as he stepped out the bedroom door and slowly closed it.

Alone in the room, Jarod noted he was completely nude beneath the bedsheets. He also noted the room must belong to a female, but some of the garments hanging in the open closet confounded and vexed him. There was a short knock upon the door.

“Sorry to disturb you, Uncle Jarod.” Came the same sweet voice that threatened to hypnotise him earlier, and her head poked through the now aprtly open door, then stepped in, closing it once again behind her.

“… uhm… No, it's alright.” Jarod noted.

“OOPS!” The Blond stated.

She bent over to pick up something she had dropped and he instantly got hard. She was wearing some sort of women's pants suit that did nothing to hide the obvious feminine form that was beneath it. While it completely covered every inch of skin from her neck to her ankles, it was doing nothing to stem the flow of blood to his fully aroused member. When she rose back to standing, he saw her eyes fall upon the tent pole and the linen sheet that covered it.

“OH MY GOD!” The Blond swore aloud. “… You're definately Brothers.”

Jarod was used to comments of this sort, as he did have a member that made barmaids squeel and other men jealous. But the blond haired beauty that stood before him, had made him harder than any other woman had ever done to him.

“Yes. If you like it, you can have it.” Jarod spoke modestly.

Though he believed he was only flirting with the Blond, what happened next completely took him by surprise as she dropped her garments upon the floor in rapid succession then slid under the sheet with him. No woman had ever been this obvious with him, but then again, no woman had ever make his cock harder than a fence post without even a kiss.

“I'm not going to say NO to that offer.” The Blond stated as a matter of fact. “I'm Narissa, but everyone just calls me Nari.”

Narissa planted a kiss firmly upon Jarod's lips which simply stifled his attempt to reply to her. The brief glimpse he got of her nubile body matched every detail his hands were now discovering. Narissa's breasts were full and firm against his chest, as he returned her kisses. One of his hands roamed lower across her back, and the other found a globe of one side of her firm ass.

“Oh Hell, Aunti is gonna kill me, but I don't give a shit.” She moaned to him between kisses.

Jarod parted his lips from her's and trailed down one side of her jaw to the side of her neck. Narissa responded as he knew every woman did to soft kisses like that. He felt her nipples harden against his chest.

“Oh My God! Don't stop!” Narissa demanded.

“mhmmmm.” Jarod mumbled into her neck as he continued.

To Jarod, Narissa was reacting like a bitch in heat. To Narissa, Jarod had turned her on past the point of no return. She draped one leg over his, and dropped one hand to find his rigid member, as Jarod continued to plant soft passionate kisses upon the front of her neck. He felt her hand grasp his balls and gently fondle them. This simple action made him prematurely ejaculate a steady spurting stream of semen onto the side of her hips. Narissa shifted herself slightly to be on top of him and aimed his penis towards the exposed skin of her tummy where he finished.

“Wow! That's a lot of cum, Jarod.” Narissa squeeled in delight while she remained upright.

Jarod drank in the beauty of her figure. From the loose blong hair that hung to her wasit, the firm and taught mounds of her bosom, then down the flat tummy between womanly curved hips to finally feast his eyes upon matching blond curls between the tops of her thighs which straddled him like he was a stallion.

“There's even more waiting for you, Narissa.” Jarod spoke quietly to her.

“There better be, or it'll be a huge disappointment.” Narissa demanded from him.

Narissa leaned forward and began kissing him again. This time, Jarod gave her as many kisses back as she wanted as he lifted her hips off of his. He slowly lowered her hips, this time aiming his rod at her entrance. She stopped him before he entered her body.

“Not so fast, big boy. You got some dinner to eat before you get any dessert.” Narissa giggled to him.

Jarod had no idea what she meant, but he was liking what she showed him next. She litterally jumped from stradling his hips to covering his face with the space between her legs. If this was a dream, it was a really good dream because the Barmaids from eighteen eighty one, didn't smell like the scent of Narissa's state of arousal. It assulted his nostrils as he began to lick the soft folds of her sex. He easily found the little sensitive bud that he knew every woman liked to have gently rubbed. Jarod kissed and licked alternately between her sensitive spot and her entrance until he sensed her state of arousal rising higher than he'd ever experienced from a woman before.

“Fuck! Don't you dare stop, Jarod!” Narissa moaned loudly.

Narissa involuntarily moved her hips against his face and rode him like he was a seat cushion. Jarod's continued performance made her begin to shout things he'd never heard a woman ever speak.

“I'm gonna cum, you stud. Make me cum… Oh My God, Yes!! Fuck Me With Your Tongue!” She squeeled loudly.

Jarod continued as his fingers nimbly danced across her skin to find both of her nipples. Narissa covered his fingers with her own hands as a spray erupted from between her legs, almost drowning him in the process.

“OH FUCK!! DONT STOP, BABY! I'm Cumming!!” Narissa shouted louder.

The experience was one that Jarod was enjoying, for Narissa tasted sweet. He licked his licps and tried to get it all as she writhed on top of his face. Jarod almost forgot to breathe by the time Narissa stopped squirming above him. His strong arms slipped to the side of her rib cage and held her upright as he spread his fingers across her skin. He wasn't done yet. Narissa tasted like more, and he wanted it. He continued to breathe, and between breaths blew sofly on the blond hair that covered the space between her legs. He teased her with light flicks of the tip of his tongue against her exposed little bud. Without warning she erupted with another spray of the sweet nectar he had tasted only a moment before.

“AHH! Oh, FUCK! You Bastard!” Narissa screamed even louder than before.

“OH Shit!” Narissa exclaimed.

“Fucking Hell!” She moaned.

“Wow!!” She finally whimpered.

Jarod eased her backwards, to lay her softly upon the soft linen that no longer covered either of them. He moved himself between her parted legs that were bent at her knees. Narissa panted as he slowly pushed his full length into her waiting sex. He lifted her hips to allow her to swing her feet feet from beneath herself, to which she locked her ankles together behind his back.

“You're wetter than a pond, Narissa.” He noted as his rigid member met almost no resistance to his entrance.

“Fuck me.” Narissa stated with wide eyes that were glued to his.

Jarod wasted no time to argue and met her demand. Narissa moved like no woman he had ever had the pleasure of bedding before. This wasn't sex. This was art. With each thrust he made forward, she rotated her hips slightly until his groin fully met her open space. The sensations were nothing short of Erotic for Narissa as she undulated herself against him. She was trying desperately to both prolong his pending ejaculation from happening, and highten her own pending orgasm. Both of them were like a pair of snakes writhing against each other as though they both attempted to seek the other's release.

“AH! cum with me, Baby! I'm cumming!” Narissa squeeled happily.

“Oh Fuck, Narissa… here it comes.” Jarod announced to her.

With Jarod's cock ready to explode within her sex, she pushed herself away before his ejaculation began. She steadily jerked him off in a spurting stream of sperm that began at her pubic mound and ended between her large and equally inviting breasts. Exhausted, Jarod slumped back onto the pillows above himself while he watched Narissa playfully rub her hands across her body.

There was a soft knock upon the bedroom door. Both Narissa and Jarod were neither interested in responding as they both gulped breaths, but the door slowly opened anyway.

“Since it's clealry apparent neither of you were getting dressed for dinner… how about you both have a shower and get your asses dressed now.” Azrielle stated plainly as she shot Narissa a stare.

“Yes, Auntie.” Narissa replied as sweat glistened against her skin.

“Come on, Jarod. I'll show you how much fun it can be washing each other too.” Narissa spoke towards Jarod.

Jarod needed only a little prodding to move off the now soiled bed sheets. The evidence of the most erotic and mind blowing sex he'd ever had in his life, continued to flash images inside he head as Narissa held his hand and paraded herself naked in front of him into a room that was almost the same size as the small bedroom. He watched her nubile backside with both awe and amazement. Jarod was starting to like being here, but Narissa's prancing about was making him hard again.

“OOH!” Narissa noted.

When she finally noticed the effect she was having upon Jarod, she sank to her knees in front of him and began playfully licking his rising member with her tongue.

“Time to return the favour.” Narissa giggled playfully.

Narissa slowly engulfed his member between her lips several times. The simple action only made his cock harder while she grasped the base of his penis. She appeared to Jarod that she not only knew what she was doing, but had done this a time or two before. None of the Barmaids he had ever met, knew how to do anything that even came close this. His organ had returned from the dead and Narissa simply gigled at the sight of it covered in her saliva.

“Come on, Lover Boy.” Narissa stated.

She motioned for him to follow her into a small closet area with a curtain. There was warm water sprinkling down upon her, and the water sheeting off of her nubile body made him even more aroused. She kneeled within the tiled area armed with a bar of soap, a washing cloth, and a straight razor.

“OH! This doesn't look good.” He mumbled, but stepped in anyway.

With nimble fingers, and practiced hands, Narissa sensually washed him, starting at his feet and worked her way up. Upon reaching his genitals, she lathered everything liberally with soap. When She unsnaped the straight razor however, he grabbed her hand.

“What are you doing?” Jarod asked her.

“If you want some more of what I was just doing to you, the hair has to go, Jarod.” Narissa simply stated. “… Nothing nastier than a man who doesn't at least have bare balls.”

While Jarod was wary, he did allow Narissa to shave him. When she was done, he was amazed at how it both looked and felt. His cock had remained fully erect the entire time as she had been masturbating him. She playfully grasped his cock when she was done and set him off intentionally.

“Oh shit!” Jarod sighed.

His organ began vibrating after only a few strokes of her hand. Her open lips engulfed the tip of his cock and she greedily swallowed every spurt of his cum, but she didn't stop there. Narissa playfully continued to wash his body until she had covered every last inch of him, which also included him receiving a complete facial and beard trim until he looked respectable. She returned to his mahood once again and while he remained flacid, she aroused his senses in addition to his mind with her tongue licking him in ways he never imagined possible for a woman to arouse him.

“Alright, handsome.” Narissa cooed. “Time for you to get busy.”

Narissa sat herself in a shower chair, to whit Jarod started with her feet and stopped three orgasms later when he finally finished rinsing her nubile body under the shower's spray. Narissa simply glowed in the after burn of the oral pleasure she received from Jarod. With the water shut off, Narissa dutifully dried his naked body with a warmed towel from a waiting towel rack, as Jarod did the same to her. They made it as far as the bedroom floor where he took her forcefully and emptied his testicles within her receptive womb.

“Jarod, if you ever do that to me again, you better be prepared to accept the consequence.” Narissa panted as he rolled onto his back upon the carpeted floor.

“Why is that, Narissa?” Jarod equally panted to her.

“… Because having a baby, is a consequence.” Narissa responded between gulps of breath.

The confused Jarod, before he realized that with the wonders surrounding him during this time line, women seemed to have taken more interest in the providence mother nature bestowed upon them. He would learn from Shaffer what the women of this time did to protect themselves, before he bedded Narissa again after dinner. That time, they made love for as long as his organ remained capable. They made love, with nothing between them. His had been organ bare and unrestrained. The next morning, he awoke to an empty bed, but her musky scent still lingered in the room, with the sun barely above the horizon. In front of him, Azrielle stared him down like a dog.

“As you have probably guessed by now, it is time for you to make a decision, Jarod.” Azrielle calmly stated to him.

Jarod sat himself upright, and didn't care if the Superintedent saw him naked. All he could think about was Narissa and how much he wanted her, and only her.

“I've sent Narissa away for now. Decide now… stay or go back.” Azrielle demanded.

Azrielle's tone told him she was a woman that he'd best be answering truthfully, lest he wanted his testicles removed by her fingernails.

“I have a job to do, and a duty to uphold.” Jarod answered truthfully.

Azrielle understood at once that it also meant he would keep his silence, and not utter even a syllable of the last day.

“Prepare yourself, and I will let Narissa know your decision.” Azrielle informed him.

In less than the time it took for him to dress himself in the same clothes he had worn in the Inn yesterday, Jarod peered out the window to see something that will forever haunt him until his grave. Blinding flashes of light popped up and through each flash stepped a young woman. He saw them all hold a hand to their opposite wrist, where some sort of thick silver band adorned them. He then saw the woman who had brought the boy she had named William to Wilson step through a flash, soaking wet and completely nude as all the others were. He knew then, that what he knew must never be uttered.

What truly vexed him was the bodies of the men. It was his brother's body he had seen.

“… but how can this be so?” He asked the window glass.

“What the laws of physics dictate we cannot keep… must be sent back, Brother.” Shaffer spoke from behind him.

“I buried you.” Jarod spoke.

“Yes, approximately fifty years from now…” Shaffer spoke. “My daughters will send me back.”

Just then, a desiccated corpse was brought forward on a stretcher. The four women whose burden it was, all appeared the same, like family. Jarod then understood. He fully understood. For in this time, in this place, males were rarely born. Those who were born were returned. Those who remained, like his brother, would be returned when it was their time.

“It is time, Jarod.” Azrielle spoke from behind him.

She stood completely nude excepting for a similar silver colored band upon her wrist. She stepped forward and embraced him. He closed his eyes and waited.

In the next instant, his body felt as though he was being torn apart from the inside. A jumble of images flashed, but he remembered a golden haired maiden. Then he remembered her name, only to awaken himself from what he thought was a bad dream. A Nightmare of images of things he could neither explain nor rationalize when he found a simple hand written note flutter from the rafters above him.

My Love:
Our daughter Jutta is beautiful. She has your eyes. I will raise her and tell her all about the man I have named her after.
Narissa.

Until the end of his days, when the witches came calling upon the glen within Nymphomania, he only ever saw his own eyes stare back at him once from the shadows and blinding flashes.

Wars, regardless of whether you win or lose, bring misfortune to both sides that are involved and the conflict that now rages between the kingdom of Ysindor and to Ghortan for more than ten years, is no exception. On the battlefield, after each battle, drops a surreal silence, broken only by the cawing of the crows that eat the bodies of the fallen …. but not today. The crows fly away to the passing of a horse and the messenger who rides him back at full speed towards the castle of Ysindor, bringing not good news from the front: Lady Serpentina, one of the four generals loyal servants of the king, fell during the last fight. Although she was the youngest of four (he had just turned 37 years old), her strength and her loyalty to the king were undisputed, as is the terror that her figure, half woman and half snake strikes in the enemy who dare to cross her weapon, a spear ax pier more like a large ax watching her closely. But undoubtedly, her most formidable weapon is her tai l covered by scarlet scales: anyone who was over between its coils had survived its grasp …. or at least, no enemy!

The news of the death of a warrior as she is, shook the hearts of all those present in the throne room: on one hand they were all relieved to know that the king was safe but learning aout the death of one of the four general of the kingdom, was a clear confirmation of the strength of the army of Ghortan and a clear explanation why it is so feared on the battlefield. But the one who was really shocked by this news, was the princess Kyla who has always been closely linked to the general: despite the age difference, the two girls had created between them a strong friendship that recently became something deeper. The princess was locked in her room to cry for several days and were useless attempts of the Queen, his mother, to comfort her. In the heart of the young princess had opened a chasm too deep and even maternal love could fill it …. no one could fill that void that gripped her heart. Seeing her daughter in those conditions, the queen felt helpless as she so wished, she c ouldn’t do anything to help and this saddened her.
A week passed and the situation had improved only in part …. Kyla now no longer remained locked in her room, but her eyes were empty and her thoughts always turned to her friend disappeared: it was clear for all to see that the link between them had become very deep, perhaps too much looking at their social position and not to mention the fact that they were both women. Not that such a thing was weird (after all even the king had engaged in a “intimate” with some young people in the past), the problem was in the fact that everyone expected Kyla gave a worthy descendants of the royal family and what the family had represented over the centuries: wisdom and respect for each subject who lived within the realm of Ysindor. The queen consulted the court doctors, soothsayers …. anyone could give her an effective way to help her daughter, but none of them were able to do anything, at least until that day ….
Every month, at the gates of the castle, merchants gathered around all the kingdom: some sells weapons and armor, other horses perfect for a king and, at last, magicians and soothsayers seeking for powerful lords who need their services. It was walking through the various shops that a faint hope was opened in Kyla’s heart: a minstrel narrated a story about a witch with great powers, able to do anything thanks to them, even resurrect the dead! It was this last words to hit the princess mind, so she asked to the minstrel to follow her to the court, where it was her desire to learn as much as possible about the witch. The minstrel told every detail he knew about the witch and all he had heard in the various cities he had visited: her more or less noble deeds, her powers …. but the most interesting thing was where she could be find. It was after hearing all this stories that Kyla took courage and made the decision to go in search of the witch with the only aim to revive L ady Serpentina, the only one that showed her affection not for her rank, but as a normal girl.

In the days that followed, she planned her trip: everything needed such as herbal medicines, food and of course a weapon to defend herself, she studied the regions to face with and the type of dangers she might encounter along the way. Of course, she acquired some most suitable clothes for the long journey she will face …. the sumptuous clothes she usually wear are uncomfortable to face rough terrain. She prepared everything in secret, until the first night without moon come and she leave the castle to begin a long journey that would take her away from her usual world.

The journey was arduous and longer than she expected and more than once she had reach the point of losing all hope, but every time her feelings for Lady Serpentina had give her the strength to continue …. and now she is finally in front of the cave where she could find what she was looking for, the only one who can bring back her beloved Serpentina! She approached the entrance of the cave with caution, when she heard a voice from inside.

“Come in princess, I've been waiting ….”

Those words upset her …. is it possible that the witch was even able to predict the future!? Or maybe it was just a trap to be able to capture her and to oblige the king her father to surrender to the reign of Ghortan!?

Instinctively, her hand pruned hilt of his sword, ready to draw it to the smallest sign of danger. She walked into the cave when, just after few steps, a fire light up the inside allowing her to see a figure beyond the flame sitting cross-legged, a dark elf with long hair bleached by the inexorable passage of time, watched her with a friendly look.

“I know why you're here, princess …. you would bring to life a person closed to you …. but you will know that this is not possible! “

Those words, froze the blood of Kyla …. if revive Lady Serpentina wasn’t possible, what was the purpose of her journey and facing the dangers she had encountered along it!? She felt his eyes filling with tears, but she wouldn't give up after all she had done ….

“There must be a way …. i’m willing to do anything to save her! “

The witch looked the eyes of the princess for a long moment, then continued

“There is a way to do it, princess, but i can’t guarantee that you will be able to save this person …. you are still willing to take that risk?! “

“Of course i do!” Kyla replied without hesitation, “she is the only one that is really important to me!”

“I understand …. you're young, princess, but you have a strong will! I can make you travel back in time with my magic, but to save the one you love will depend entirely up to you! Are you sure you want to try!? “

“I'm ready to take the risk …. i know that i can’t fail! “

“So be it …. with my magic you will go back in time, before the death of your loved one, but the rest will depend only from you! “

The elf stood up and walked pays a corner of the cave, gesturing for Kyla to follow. She made a gesture with her hand and the stone vanished, revealing a passage light by torches that were light up as they advanced to the tunnel. At the bottom of it, a large room carved into the rock open, the walls were covered with endless shelves of tomes and scrolls of every type and age: Kyla was fascinated …. even in the library of the castle there wasn’t a comparable number of tomes!

The elf nodded to Kyla to move to the center of the room and stand still as she began what seemed like a litany: small hand gestures accompanied her words while on the ground, began to appear a design that was slowly expanding surrounding Kyla which despite trying to remain calm, began to be frightened by these strange events. When the design was complete, the light that formed it became more intense, until it turn unbearable and dazzling …. Kyla had the impression of floating in the air, as if something was lifting her off the ground when she heard the voice of the elf.

“Princess, it all depends on your will now …. but remember! The outcome of your mission is uncertain! “

Then nothing …. when she recovered consciousness, she was alone in the dark. The smell that surrounded her, was the same that she had warned in the room where the spell was performed. She waited for her vision to get used to the darkness, then tried to reach the passage that would have given out. With her surprise, the passage was open and she found herself in front of the witch sitting in the same place where she had seen her when she arrived at the cave. The elf looked at the young girl: the white and smooth skin clearly means that she came from a prosperous family and further confirmation of it were her well groomed ashen hair.

“Who are you, young girl!? And why are you here!?” she asked after a few minutes.

Kyla was surprised by the question and hesitated to respond …. then, the replied with an ostentatious safety, as befitted her rank.

“I'm princess Kyla, daughter of the king of Ysindor. You should have help me travel back in time, but i see that you just want to yelling …. “

“I do not know you, girl …. this is the first time we meet, but if what you say is true, then know that you are now in what for you is the past! “

The past!? All seemed the same to Kyla! Then, suddenly, it came back to her mind the words of the elf on her arrival “Come princess, I've been waiting for ….” and she realized that she was referring precisely to this meeting.

“So i'm really back in the past …. i'm not dreaming! “

“No, princess, for you this is the past, for me this is the present ….”

“I'm grateful, witch …. you have kept your promise and i have doubt of you! How can I repay you?! “

“It is not necessary …. now go, follow your destiny! “

Kyla nods and came out of the cave and began to descend from the mountain: the journey that lay ahead was much longer than the one she had already done because now she must to reach the camp of the Ysindor’s army as quickly as possible.

Time flew fast, but she reach the camp the night before the battle: the fires were enlightening it and some soldiers prepared their weapons and armor while others prayed for the upcoming battle, hoping to appease the gods for victory or, at least, to return alive from the clash. Kyla covered her face with the cloak to prevent anyone recognize her and went to the tent occupied by Lady Serpentina and although she knew how it the camp is structured, was not easy to get there because more than once some soldiers stopped her looking for some fun mistaking her for a servant, but she managed to avoid them, claiming to be a messenger.

When she was in front of the tent and saw the silhouette of her beloved, she was relieved to see her alive, but at the same time she didn’t know how she could convince her not to take part in the upcoming battle. She started to approach the tent when a sentry stopped her roughly.
“This is no place for a handmaid …. get out! “

“I was sent from the castle to deliver a message to General …. i received orders to deliver to her only! “
The soldier seem hesitating, then disappeared into the tent to get out shortly after, making mention of enter and then he leave. Kyla came in and when she saw her, she felt her heart pounding and her mouth getting dry …. Serpentina was in front of her, beautiful as always: the scales of her tail glowed scarlet in the light of the braziers and her black hair was still wet, a clear sign that she had just had a bath and in fact, Kyla noticed that the thin vest she wore was wet and revealed distinctly the nipples and the large areolas that surrounded them

I’m a single business woman, having divorced my cheating husband many years ago, my children are grown and on their own. Experiencing burnout, I left the corporate world after working there for over 20 years. A business opportunity came my way that I could not pass up, so I bought an old building that contained 2 shops and 4 apartments which were over the shops. I opened an emporium from which I bought and sold antiques, old books, used furniture, curiosities, oddities and even some consignments. My business did okay, but where I really made my money was by renting out 3 of the apartments, keeping the fourth one for myself. I also rented out the other storefront. I had the apartments renovated one by one, and rented them upon their completion. There is also a basement in the building which I use mostly for storage.

While the renovations were going on, the workers that I hired discovered the measurements in the basement did not match the measurements of the building. This seemed odd, as I was told that the building contained a full basement. I went to the county hall of records and managed to get a copy of the blueprints for the building’s original construction.

The next day, Saturday, June 16, we went over the prints carefully and confirmed that the basement was a full 20 feet shorter than it was supposed to be. That’s when we discovered a bricked up archway that was not on the drawings. I persuaded the workers to knock down the bricks and uncover the archway and to everyone’s amazement there was a door behind the bricks. Then once all the debris was cleared out I had the workers stack the bricks in a couple of crates so I could sell them later.

Being naturally curious, I tried the door and found it was locked. The workers all left and I went upstairs to my apartment. It was then that I remembered that I had some old keys that came with the building, but didn’t know what they went to. Rooting through my desk I found the key ring with the old keys. I had a hot date that night, and decided that I would check the keys with the locked door on Sunday.

Doug rang me on his mobile to confirm that our date was still on for the night. I asked him if it would be okay if we stayed in tonight and that I would make him dinner. I'm a pretty good cook so I planned the dinner, some nice h'orderves and drinks, with sex being the dessert. Doug and I have known each other for about a month, and we have only had platonic dates, with no sex involved. Tonight was going to be different. I dressed for the evening in a sexy maid’s outfit that really showed off my boobs and bottom. Eight o'clock came and the doorbell rang. Doug is always prompt, arriving exactly at the time he said he would.

He wore a bright red shirt, and white pants. The pants and shirt fit like a glove, he knows how I love to check out men’s bulges and he did not disappoint. He was carrying 2 dozen red roses. He gave me the flowers and gave me a very gentle kiss on the lips. As I gave him the once over, I asked him how he liked my outfit for the night, he looked me up and down and nodded yes.

After a light dinner of chicken, potatoes and salad, I made him a drink. I made sure to bend over in front of him plenty of times. Each time he would give me a nice polite compliment, and each time I could see his cock in those tight silk pants getting bigger. The head of his penis looked even bigger than before as it tried to escape those thin white pants! I kept wondering just how big it would get.

We were slow dancing to some soft music when he pulled me in close, then we started kissing and before long I felt his tongue slowly entering my mouth. I returned the favor and allowed my hand to slide down his leg to feel that cock. As I touched it he quivered all over. It felt so good to me. Each time I touched it, it would pulse getting harder and harder.

I told him it was time for dessert, and I struggled a bit to get out of my maid outfit. Then Doug stood in front of me and slowly removed his silk shirt. Finally he slowly removed his pants and for the first time I saw his beautiful cock. It stood at a 45 degree angle pointing nicely to the ceiling. The head of his dick seemed exceptionally large. The shaft was long, curved slightly upward and grew fatter near his body. His balls were large and drawn up tight against his body.

I dropped to my knees and started teasing his magnificent prick with my tongue. Soon I could not resist, I wanted to feel that bulbous head of his cock in my mouth. I opened wide to receive it. He moaned and quivered as my tongue licked the underside of that hard shaft. His moans got louder when I allowed that massive cock head to pop in and out of my mouth. I was just really getting started when he pulled me up, looked me with those bedroom eyes and said, “It’s my turn”, as he slowly pushed me onto the bed and started going down on me. He gently licked and sucked my nipples that had swollen and were hard and very sensitive. His breath was so hot. His touch so gentle, his tongue so perfect. He seemed in no hurry whatsoever. He gently caressed my clit with his warm wet tongue again and again. After a few minutes I could not wait any longer. Please give it to me now Doug!

He laid me on my back and lifted my legs into the air. Slowly a little at a time he slid that cock into me. He kept teasing me, sliding that huge cock head in just a bit then withdrawing it. Then ever so slowly he began to enter me. Just a little at a time and each time he would pull back then push in a little more. Finally it was all the way in. Oh my God, it felt good. I reached orgasm very quickly. Bolts of lightning ripped through my quivering body. He kept going, and going, I came again. He would give me 4 or 5 shallow gentle strokes then one massive deep powerful stroke. Then he began to moan and go faster and faster. I knew that he was about to come. Finally we both climaxed together. His cock surging and jerking, again and again. I could feel an enormous amount of sperm being pumped into me in a seemingly endless stream of spurting pulsing and pumping. His sperm oozed out o f my pussy, and down my arse!

We both collapsed onto the bed. We talked for a while then dozed off a little. Sometime during the night I awoke. I was on my side and Doug was behind me. His had his hand between my legs gently caressing the lips of my pussy. I was barely awake but I could tell that already my pussy was dripping wet. I wiggled my bottom a bit in approval and soon he was driving my clit wild with pleasure. I reached down to feel Doug's dick, it was already hard as a rock. I took his hot balls in my hand and began to gently tug on them. With each tug his cock seemed to get even longer and harder if that is possible. This time he could not wait any longer, he did not hesitate, he slid it in with one long slow gentle thrust, then he pulled almost all the way out before sliding it all the way back in. Each time he did it I would moan in sexual ecstacy. Then I started to climax, that beautiful cock slamming into me harder and harder. His climax was off the richtor scale, as he surged and pumped and squirted another massive load of cum into my pussy.

We laid back exhausted, this time Doug dozed off, but I was still higher than a kite. God, that was the best sex I had in a while. But I wanted it one more time. I gently reached down to feel that beautiful cock of his. This time it was not hard, but still large and meaty. I moved down and took the head of his cock on my mouth and began to roll it around with my lips. I could taste his cum and my love juices as I sucked him. I heard him groan a little. Then with it still in my mouth I could feel it start to swell. With each beat of his heart it would get longer and harder. Feeling it grow and swell in my mouth so quickly made me horny as hell all over again. As soon as he was hard I told him FUCK ME HARD this time FUCK ME HARD. This time there were no gentle, soft, slow, well timed strokes. It was two sex crazed animals fucking their brains out. That hot, throbbing prick slamming into me harde r, deeper, faster in an endless stream of raw animal pleasure. I climaxed again and again, he came one more time into me, then exhaustion overtook us as Doug collapsed on top of me, our bodies sweaty and tired. He rolled off to my side and we both went into a contented, deep sleep.

The soft rustlle of keyboards being touched, books opened, pages folded over, it is all but quiet. Yet it is very peaceful in the university library. A stilled day too, the third week of the summer break, the campus practically deserted. It’s just me and a few other students that still have to finish their work.

It’s my final year and I am going to graduate. The only thing needed, is to finish my thesis, which is practically done. My dissertation on the social unrest which lead to the outbreak of the first world war just needs it’s last chapter. The chapter about Mata Hari. Though her involvement in the war was not significant enough to prevent the war breaking out had she not been present on the stage, she has made a lasting memory and her name is well known all around the world.

The first woman that danced on stage in the nude. One of the signs that society was starting a change and the values and codes of old were fading and losing their grip on the world, her performances caused an outbreak of public horror and admiration, with every show fully booked and people lining up outside the theatres to catch a glimpse of her.

Born in holland, the mistress of many high officer or rich public figure, she roamed the world and performed her dances and became the most famous performer in the world. Her affection was sought after and many suitors were turned down, for she had an expensive taste. It was clear that her presence had an enchanting effect on the men around her, probably for a large part contributed to her alledged promiscuity. The reason why her first and only husband divorced her and took her daughter away from her. The battlefields had been drenched in blood for 3 years when she was executed, accused of espionage.

All these facts were easily found when typing her name into a search engine, numerous titles of books appeared where she was referenced in, parts of her story told as they coincided with other, more significant events of the years prior to the first acts of war, or to picture the atmophere in those days.

Her career started in Paris, the second time she sought her fortune there, the first one leaving her broke and lonely, forcing her to move back to her country of birth. But the neutral Netherlands could not offer her solace for long, she returned to Paris and met a director, monsieur Guimet. She had taken dancing lessons and performed as an eastern dancer, named ‘Lady mcLeod’. Monsieur Guimet was director of an museum of Asian art and was very impressed. A few months later, a performance was announced by ‘Mata Hari’, the first naked dance in a public environment.

Her name became an instant brand, which with great speed travelled around the world ahead of her. The offers for performances came by the hundreds, the world was at her feet. Suitors were lining up and she chose the wealthiest ones to look after her. For years she had a good life, was adored and admired and settled in France, close to Paris in a small castle.. Over time her performances died to almost nothing, only dancing for a very small, select party.

But then her lover went bankrupt and could not provide for her anymore and she was forced to start dancing again to see to her own needs. In those days she travelled between Paris and Berlin and in Berlin she was recruited by intelligence services and instructed in the use of invisible ink. After a perilous journey to Paris and falling head over heels with a russion officer, who unfortunatly was not financially stable enough to afford her, she found herself invited for lunch by a french diplomate. At the end of the lunch, which ended in a room of the hotel where they had their meet, she agreed that she would gather information for the french government.

On a trip from Madrid to the Netherlands, the ship docking at Falmouth, she was arrested by british intelligence officers who had mistaken her for a german spy. After intensive interogations, she was sent back to Spain, her intentions called out as being ‘un-neutral’. She returned to Madrid and left for Paris almost immediatly, spending a last month living her lifestyle as before.  But then was arrested and imprisoned in France. Accused, tried and found guilty of espionage for Germany, she was executed on the 15th of October, 1917 at 06:15 in the morning. And thus the life of the famous Mata Hari was ended.

With a deep sigh I pull my eyes away from the book in front of me, fold my hands behind my head and lean backwards, letting my eyes aimlessly drift over the cold, tl-lighted ceiling. Letters dance in front of my eyes after an hour of intensive reading. The book had something strange about it. The paper feels different, the thick leather cover looks as if it was picked up in a hurricane, battered with dust and debry, grinding off the letters are seemingly embued in the sheep skin wrapping. And then tossed back to the soils of the earth.  But the pages look as if they have never been turned before. Pristeen, no folds, tears or smudged edges. Strange because everywhere in the book are little scribbles, letters so small they are impossible to decypher. I take the book in my hands and browse through the pages until I find the passage of Mata Hari. My memory doesn’t fool me, there is a small scribble there too. I tilt the page so the light from the big windows falls onto the page and am able to make out a date and a few words. ‘13-02-1957 1st attempt made’. The rest of the words are unreadable without a lense.

I read the passage, finding the story slightly off, a different view on Mata Hari shown, depicting her as a victim of circumstances, a pawn used in a foul play, the prey of a sexual being that thrived on volnurability. Odd, because after reading the report of her interogator, who showed his attraction to her in between the lines, I was convinced that she was in fact spying for Germany, playing both sides of the field. But the passage questions the motives of captain Bouchardon, his interest in her body denied, his feelings vengeful, eventually coaxing her to admit to the charges. That statement, the yes to his final question was underlined several times in the original document. There was no way out for Mata hari, or Griet as she was called by those that knew her as a child.

I read the passage again and again, each time the content seems to shift and change a little, shifting my prejudgemental view on Mata Hari. Some sentences stick in my mind and keep bouncing back into my thoughts.. ‘Her last performance was in the bar of the hotel she resided in, forced to dance before the guests in order to pay the bill of her quarters. She was arrested that night’. ‘No attempts were made, not even those that called themselves her friends, to warn her of her inescapable fait’.  “Freedom was promised if she gave in to the request of Captain Bouchardon, but she rejected his repituous avances’. More and more the conviction finds root in my mind that Mata Hari was a victim, a victim of foul play and lust, on which neither she could get a grip. Cornered and not even aware of it, a scape goat, used as a pawn in a greater game.

I put the book down and slide my thumbs under my glasses, rubbing the lids and the corners of my eyes. It dazzles me all a bit, the shift of opinion feels unnatural, as if it was forced upon me, embedded in my mind from the outside, replacing what history saw as the truth about this mysterious woman. I keep my eyes closed for a few seconds as I try to order the thoughts that tumble in my mind. The suspicion has rooted and I’m finding it impossible to hold on to my previous convinctions.

I turn and look around the livrary, suddenly aware of the sun, casting its orange rays as it descends into the horizon. It still gets dark early, even though spring has started announcing itself. I look at my watch, the digital hands indicating 10 to 5, the library will close soon. I catch the date with a shock, tue 12-2 2013.. Tomorrow it will be 96 years to the day that she was arrested, even the weekday is the same. ‘Wait..’. I take the book in my hands again and quickly find the passage. I look closely at the date again, then punch it into a search engine, the answer not a surprise, only comfirming my suspicions. In 1957, the date of her arrests was on the same weekday as well.

I pick up the book and quickly walk over to a corner of the libvrary, where a few lenses have been set up, reading aids to help those suffering from bad eyes or forgetfulness, leaving their reading glasses at home. I place the book under the magnifier and start to decypher the scribbles in the margin. I discover 3 more dates, all on the 13th of february, just the year is each times different. 1963, 1974 and 1985. I feed each date into the pc and find out they all are on the same weekday as that fatal night for Mata Hari. Under the lense I discovered something else, all words are in the same handwriting. Tghere is more to this book as meets the eye. I close the book and look at the cover, reading the tile out loud.

“Mysterious Women in History”
‘a travel through time in the presence of the most tantalising and seductive women in history’

I smile, the title covers exactly the content of the book. I look at the index and find a few interesing names. Cleopatra, Maria Magdalena, Joanne of Arc.. Intriguing women indeed. Suddenly I hear the soft gong, the sign that the library will be closing in a few minutes. I start to put my things into my bag, then walk to the bookcase where I found the reference of Mata Hari. It’s at the end of one of the corridors, almost forming a niche with two columns on either side of the path.

From the side, the raus of the sun fall onto the pillars and suddenly I stop in my pace. The way the light forms above the pillars is strange, eerie almost, seemingly forming a transluscent arch to connect the two solitary columns, creating what looks like a portal. I look closer, move in slowly and can see the shape taking place, is if it is see-through, yet undeniably present. With my eyes peeled to the strange phenomena, I slowly walk forwards, feeling a tingle in my spine with each step I take. I take a deep breath, close my eyes automated and step under and through the transluscent portal and am sucked into darkness.
IN what seems an eternity and the shortests of moments, I am spat out into the light again, dizzy, fluttering my eye lashes against the bright light that suddenly shines into my eyes. As they get used to the brightness, I start to look around, expecting to find myself on the floor of the library, fainting because of an unknown reason. But the surroundings have changed completely. I’m sitting on a bench at the foot of the Eiffeltower, the sun shining brightly, at the peak of its climb into the blue sky. Dazzled I start to look around, finding the people passing clothed in a strange way. Long skirts and dresses, layered over eachother, almost every man I see wearing a hat or cap, the women walknig aorund with little umbrella’s to guard themselves from the sun.

Immediatly I miss the white noise of traffic. There are almost no cars and the ones I see pass in the distance, are early century modelled. As iof Paris was changed into the setting of the earlu 20th century. ‘This can’t be true.. what is happening? What happened?’. Completely confused, unable to get up from the bench, I stay seated and let the sudden change sink in, but finding it impossible to wrap my mind around it. I am in Paris, there is no doubt with the massive iron structure in front of me. But the time is ocmpletely off. It is as if I am in Paris pre world war one.

And with that thought I start to think the unimaginable. After pinching myself hard, I discrad the idea of being asleep and dreaming, or in an unconscious state, leaving me to conclude I must be in a different time. With that conclusion made, I find myself strong enough to stand up and carefully, still a little dizzy, I walk over to a newsstand at the foot of the tower. I pick up one of the newspapers and look at the date. ‘12-02-1917’. In disbelief I shake my head and let the paper drop to the floor, turn and walk away, being treated with a scolding of the vendor.

Aimlessly I start to walk, following the rue de Sorbonne towards the Seine, then turning left and following the south bank. Thoughtlessly I walk through the crowd on the banks, drawing unnoticed attention in my clothes. I’m the flower on the shit pile. But the looks and remarks are not penetrating into my conscious mind, my thoughts solely focussed on how I got here. That arch formed by the light, the dates coinciding with eachother, the book in my hand as I stepped through. Maybe there are unexplained happenings in the world and this is one of them.

When reaching the Pont des Invalides, I cross the caged in river and find myself at the Arc de Triomph, the towerting building set in the middle of a large round about, as large as I recall from my own visits to the city. I start to follow the Champs Elyséés, drawn by the people that crowd the wide street. I walk slowly, now more aware of my surroundings, looking at the facades of the houses, stores and hotels. I turn my head from left to right, letting more and more impressions sink into my mind, pushing the thoughts of wonder back in my mind.

Across the street I suddenly see a hotel with a familiar name and my heart starts bouncing in my chest. The Elysées Palace Hôtel. That is where Mata Hari was arrested, on the 13th. Tomorrow. With an overwhelming rush, the story of those last days of freedom for Mata Hari storm my thoughts. My conviction of her being a victim has no replaced all other thoughts and an idea starts to form in my head. ‘What if someone told her that she was about to be arrested.. What if someone helped her escape.. Maybe there is a way for her to escape the unescapable.. I’m here, now.. and I know what will happen..’

Thoughts race through my head as I am frozen in my step, people bumping into me are unseen and unfelt, the noise on the street fading in to a murmur, a decision made in my mind. As soon as the decision is made, I run across the street and slip into one of the narrow alleys that hug the hotel. I walk further back until I find a courtyard, clean laundry dangling down, easy to reach when I extend my arms. Looking around myself carefully, making sure I am not seen, I steal a pair of pants and a shirt off the wash lines and quickly change my outfit in a dark, shadowed corner. Then I start to walk around the hotel and the connected streets, familiarising myself with the lay out, the hidden corners and possible paths of escape.

The passing of a street peddler, provides me with food, quickly taking a bread and an apple of the cart, his wares displayed beautifully to take without being noticed. I look at  the clock of a nearby church, noticing the time and sunchronising my watch. It will be a few more hours before her performance begins and quietly I hide in one of the scarse gardens in the center of the vibrant city.

It’s dark outside, just a sliver of the moon visible through the shards of clouds, the stars almost completely blocked from view. Perfect.. Parallel to the Champs Elyséés, I wlak through a narrow alley towards the back of the hotel. The noise from the main artery of Paris, boucnes off the walls of the buildings, cascading into the alley. The back of the hotel is surrounded by a high wall, but in my exploration of the surrounding area, I spotted a tree with overhanging branches. In the dark and silence of the backwat, I climb into the tree and let myself fall down  on the other side, landing without a sound. I quickly find the service entrance, hearing it fall shut and smelling the food that was just deposited in the waiste bins. I put my ear to the door and listen carefully, pulling it open and quickly slipping in as it is silent on the other side. Nerveously I run through the corridor, find the servants staircase at the back and quickly run up to the third floor.

The passage in the book offered information I didn’t expect, her room number, the name of the hotel, even the time of herreturn after her performance were printed maticulously, leaving me no room for error. I know I am 5 minutes ahead of her, knowing her dance will end in a few minutes and she will retire to her room. Scanning the numbers on the doors, i dfind her room at the end of the corridor, number 323. I jiggle the handle and with luck I manage to unlock it, swaying it open gently. I slip inside and hide behind the closet near the door to her bathroom.

I control my breathing, my heart is pulsing in my chest, driven on by the surge of adrenaline pumped into my veins. Then I hear the handle jiggled, voices in the corridor. The door swings open and the light in the room is turned on. A few words at the door, then the voices toning down, soft clicks on the wooden floor of the quite. I peak around the cupboard, sucking in my breath as I see Mata Hari walk into her room. Her beauty and the air of sexuality surrounding her, take my breath away, even in the robe she put around her naked body.

I watch closely as she walks over to the coffee table, sliding the robe off her body while she leans in and takes a cigarette from the silver box sat on tip of it. With a heavy lighter, she sets the cigarette alight, inhales the sharp smoke deeply and exhales, her eyes closed, her face slightly distorted, the hint of a dispaired look. Mesmerised by her prsence, I forget to breath silently and suddenly I see her freeze, the soft whisper of my breath betraying me. Taking her body reaction as my cue, I step out from behind the cupboard, seeing her jolt in fear.

“Griet.. Griet Zelle? Dat bent U, nietwaar?”

Adressed in dutch , her eyes widen, her look shocked, her lips moving while uttering unheard words. Fear sparking in her face, her body moving back slowly, her naked body wrapped in her arms, hiding her intmate parts from me.