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“Oh no. Noooo. Not me. Why am I always at the right time on the wrong place?” I ask myself, shaking my head. What has happened now?
In my life I experienced so many crazy things. More then one man can handle. Though it seems I am supposed to be…
As mentioned I experienced a lot. But this is going to break my mind. Is it really possible? I remember the last weeks…

Patty and I met during a briefing for a new marketing campaign few weeks before. I was there as an agent of my company, she as agent of the advertising agency. When I first met her, I wasn’t able to take my eyes off of her. I could hardly concentrate on my business.
From the first day there has been a special mood between us. I used any chance to talk to her or to meet her. I’m sure very soon she noticed I want more then just a business relationship. And she seemed to feel the same. Some calls she did have not been necessary, she just asked little questions though the answer was obviously.
Also I made sure to sit beside her during our meetings. Sometimes our legs touched. I always felt a drawing in my hips then – and deeper too. When we talked we looked into our eyes – longer then usual. When we welcomed I hold her hand, fondled her and she didn’t pull back.
When I was in bed I dreamed of her. Her sexual aura was so big… my desire for her was growing each day more and more. Yes, I had sex with other women in this time. But it was not as funny as it should be. I was not able to concentrate myself or to enjoy – my thoughts were with her. My only great orgasms were when I fondled myself, thinking of her… which I did each night.

With time passing by the marketing campaign made progress. We found a nice location for the photo shooting. Of course I asked Patty to escort me to check it. She agreed at once. So I picked her up and hugged her for the welcome. She smelled so good. Oh how much I wanted to kiss her at one…
While we were driving to the house I frequently looked to her. Good luck it was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. She wore a beautiful short black skirt and a white blouse. When I looked more closely, I noticed a light blue bra… mmm.. had to be careful not to hit a tree or another car while I was dreaming of her and me.. alone in the house… Her skirt slides up a bit, offering me a wonderful view to her endless legs and almost to her panties, but her legs were closed. Soon it was tight in my trousers.
It was a nice old house at the end of a small forest. Behind there was a big lake and at the end of the lake a small mountain. The last owner died years ago – nobody entered the house since then. We have rent it for one day to take the photos for the campaign.

After we opened the door we go inside. One door on the left side leads to a big kitchen, the door on the right to the living-room. A big stairway goes to the upper floor and straight in front of us we see another door – probably a stairway down to the basement.
I don’t know why, but we decided to go into the basement first. We go down and reach two closed doors, one on the left and one on the right side. We chose the right one and reach a little room with some old furniture. What is this? In the right corner I see a big electrical box – similar to a music box, but I don’t see any records. I look at Patty – she also is surprised, probably she also never has seen this before. She walks on by to the box and leans forward to have a better look. Mmmmm…. I also have a better look now – right to her hot ass. Her skirt rods up a bit as she bent over. Oh my god. I see endless legs and her tiny panties… and wonderful buttocks, sweet and sexy, formed as an apple… my cock is growing, it’s tight in my suit pants. “Now or never” I think to myself. I step closer, hug her and whisper “From the first day I saw you I wanted to have you. You are amazing and I can’t hold myse lf back any longer” I kiss her neck while my hands start to push up her skirt, fondling her long legs… she releases herself of my hands and turns around – I look at her. Will she slap my face? I see her eyes – flashing. But it is not an angry flashing, more an exciting one. Suddenly she pulls me to her and starts a passionately kiss. Ooohhh wonderful… she feels the same and also is as excited as I am.
We deeply kiss. I lift her and sit her down on the box. As our tongues snake and we melt into one the world explodes. Flashes around us, rockets starting, the sound of a machine is getting loud…
She opens my zipper and releases my cock. I open her blouse, push down her bra and knead her perfect tits. She takes my cock and leads it straight into her pussy…oooooohhh I moan… she is as wet as my cock is hard and he slips inside without any problems, though her pussy is rather tight. I thrust my cock fast in her pussy, she answers with her hips moving against me. The fire has started and none of us wants to stop it now. We moan, we gasp… I even don’t notice the machine is shaking, too. She feels it… must feel as if she is sitting on a running washing machine…Still the sound of a machine fills the room but we don’t notice. There is only she and me and our horny mood.
Our eyes meet as we look at each other. Passion, fun, excitement, happiness, pleasure, lust… all this and much more we see in the other one. All I have dreamed of the last weeks is real now… she is here with me. I don’t have to wank my cock, thinking of her… no, she is here with me and it’s so much better then I ever had believed. Her wet pussy is squeezing my cock.
We kiss. Our tongues move quickly, trying to catch each other, snaking… I bite her bottom lips.. she moans and pulls me harder towards her… “ooohh Patty….” I moan in her mouth as my right hand is kneading her left breast. She offers me her breast, begging for more…so I take her nipple between thumb and index finger, pulling it, twinching a bit… she almost screams of pleasure and her breath is fast in my mouth…
I push her upper body back. Now she lays on the music box, just her legs are free. I bend down and greedy lick her slit. I have to taste her! Mmmmmmmmm… yes… I smell her amazing scent… this special scent of hot juice, tasty pussy and salt… greedy I eat her pussy as I feel her hands on my head, pressing it stronger against her.
I lift her pelvis and lick her pussy as deep as possible. My face is covered with her juice as my tongue is turning and beating her inside. “Ooooh stop now… I need your cock..please…fuck me” she screams. I stop licking, take my cock and ram it in her pussy. Pull out completely and thrust in again. Again and again…
I’m so horny, I can’t hold myself back much longer. Being together with this amazing lady, feeling her excitement and also feeling the same is almost killing me.
I feel it coming… hearing her screaming “ooooh Heiko….” Fast I pull her body up to me, put my arms around her and hold her close, fucking her fast with short moves now. She bites on her own lips as she is cumming… same moment I shoot my load deep in her pussy, flooding her, mixing our juices to a very special power drink…

Such strange sounds I never have heard before during an orgasm… never seen those flashing lights… wow… that’s unique!

I look at Patty – she looks at me, her eyes are shining. She laughs. “Hm, that was really hot and naughty. Bet you have planned it.” “Who knows” I answer, devilish smiling. Again I pull her close to me and we deeply kiss.
Still I can hear this special sound. Like a machine. A machine? The sound of a machine? We stop kissing and look around. I see lights flashing on the box. We must have started it when I sat her down. “Look!” she calls. We notice a small field with numbers. The numbers are changing fast… we can’t take our eyes off… holding us by our hands. After in about 60 seconds everything stops. Now we can read:
20531015 - What does it mean? None of us has an idea. We look around – nothing has changed and it’s quiet again.

“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…

           
After her orgasm I leave her clit. Kiss her more around her lips, tasting her. Mmmmm… she tastes so good…. Kiss my way back up to her… her mons, her navel, her tits, her neck until I reach her sweet lips. She opens her legs and my hard cock slips inside like a hot knife cuts butter. Though she is so wet I feel her tight pussy milking my cock. Ooooh… my eyes only half-closed I look at her… our mouths opened we forget the world around.
She puts her legs around me and increases pressure. I’m deep in her and I know I never wanna leave again. I would die to stay if necessary…
Moving my hips against her step by step I increase speed. We make love in same rhythm, pressing body to body. Her fingernails are scratching my back. This mix of pain and pleasure is tremendously and my hot breath is hitting her face. As I’m furious fucking her I lift my body and pull her to my crotch. She puts her legs around me and lets her upper body fall down. Oh god… what a great view… I see her amazing body, her tits shaking and her whole body in tension. My arms under her ass, holding her, my fingers in her flesh...
For a while we use this pose then I say “Turn around babe… I’m gonna fuck you from behind now!” I release her and at once she turns, being on her legs and hands, offering her perfect backside to me.
I take my cock and push it in her pussy – with one fast thrust. She screams as my cock almost hits her guts. “Ahhh you naughty girl… I shag you crazy…” I shout, thrusting my cock in and out hard and fast. Her answer is just moaning and more screaming… “Fill me babe… fill my pussy…” she is whimpering…”I’m cumming again…. “ This is it. The last kick I needed to explode. So she does. Loud screaming we both fly high to the sky. My rocket starts firing shoot for shoot deep in her pussy, while her juices flood my cock, my balls, my legs…
Stars explode and worlds collide as our common climax fills the air.

Exhausted but happy we lie beside. Looking at each other eyes, happily smiling. She turns to me and we share an endless kiss, crawling into each other, fondling… After some time we stop and she lies on my chest.
“Will we ever come back to our time?” She asks. “We will. I promise honey… let’s dress now… he will come back soon now as the show is finished.”

Few minutes later someone is knocking at the door. “Come in.” He steps in. Fast I run to him “Did you enjoy the show?” I grab his shoulders. “Did you just wanna watch us fucking? Did you film it? How much money can you make, hey?”
“Wait… please….let me explain…” “You have ten seconds before I tear your ass my friend!”

“I was a young computer geek in the advertising company. My job was to take care for the software, the hard-drives, the connection. I also made the special effects for the campaigns. So I knew Patty. You were cute and friendly to me but not more. Please accept I may not tell you everything what has happened. It’s too dangerous and your knowledge could change the timeline… With time passing by I left the company and made my own business: This computer based sex shop. While I use computer and special effects for almost everything here I discovered this old machine. I found a handmade paper of the old owner of this house. He wrote it’s a time machine but I thought he was crazy and didn’t believe it. But one day a couple was standing in the room – they experienced the same as you did.”

We interrupt him “How did they go back?”
“Oh, that’s simple. Just do the same you did when you started it.” “We have to fuck on it?” I smile all over my face. “Noooo….” He laughs “just switch it on, set date and time and activate.” “How did we start it?” “That was fluke. In same moment you sat her down on it I started it. I do it each day and always set the current date – in case someone should notice and use it. When you were…. uhm…moving…you accidently activated it. I just didn't notice it because my iPhone 69 app alerted a technical problem with my aroma atomizer. So I left the room to check everything.”

He explains: “The scent is a special perfume I made. I found out that it increases my sales. People are in better mood, feeling good and bit horny. They buy twice as much as without this aroma. Obviously the effect to you is much higher. But it only works as there is a sizzling energy between you. It just increases the emotions. I had tried it with persons who didn’t like each other – the result was, they fought for nearly their heads.”
“Why did you watch us?” “I’m not sure what happens when you’re back in your time. As this is the future it may be you don’t remember anything… neither what has happened nor the feelings you both have. Yes, I watched you and you made me very horny. Yes, I also filmed it – and converted the film to your old avi-format. In case you don’t remember anything you will find this movie on the table with a short message for you! Now let’s go back to the basement – you have to go home, think you want a shower.” He laughs, and so do Patty and I.

Back in the basement he sets time and date. “You can stand close to the machine or sit on it – just as you want. But you can leave your clothes on…” He smiles. “When we both travel the time, I want her close to me” I laugh, pull her on my lap and sit down on it.
“Now just press the left button… have a good travel… and if you meet a young computer geek… don’t be too harsh to him;-) “

The machine starts, sounds and light flashes fill the room. On the little screen I can see time running downwards. One minute later we’re back. Back in the present…

We find each other kissing and hugging… surprised we look around. “What has happened?” Patty asks. “I don’t know. My head… sorry, but I can’t remember the last minutes…” “Yes, I feel the same… strange…”

We look around. There is a small table. Placed on it a DVD-player, a DVD and in front of it a small message
“Everything is all right. If you can’t remember… just watch this video. A friend.” Surprised we sit down and start the film. A big room, skyline in the background, a bed in the middle…and a couple having hot sex! “What’s this? A porn movie?” “Look…” she smiles… “it’s not any porn movie… seems it’s you and me!” “Oh my god – you’re right!” I laugh… we watch it… Looking at her, devilish smiling, I ask “Are you horny?”
“Ohh yesssss” she aspirates….

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.

“Damn it.” I muttered. The design of the machine included a failsafe switch on the bottom of the console. The function of it was to return the machine and its occupant to the point of origin. I could get back, but now my options for getting Eva were reduced to just one day. “Well, I’ll just have to go with it.”

I got out my phone and made a call to the AChat Hotel and as luck would have it, Brandybee was the person I spoke to. I asked about reserving a room for April 17, I requested the same room I had rented during my visit there, and that’s when Brandybee told me that she remembered me from that time. I explained that I would be arriving late at night and asked if it would be alright to go straight to the room and do the check-in the next morning. She said that would be okay and we exchanged pleasantries and chatted for a bit before ending the call.

I tightened my helmet’s chin strap, lowered the goggles and threw the “Return” switch. I was back in the secret room of the AChat Bar & Grill’s attic. I powered down the Axiom, exited it as I took off the helmet and goggles, then got the container for the Ionic Matter and recovered what was left of it from the titanium chamber. I wanted to save all the matter that I could.

There was one last thing to check. On the desk was that edition of the Tattler which had the picture in it. I spread it open and leafed through the pages, and near the back of the paper, was a little story about a piano found in the road outside of the old Zocco’s Bar & Grill. The piano had a sign taped to it. “Play It Again, Sam.” No one could figure out where it came from.

I repaired the short in the Axiom, but the Date Setter was still nonfunctional. I checked the Ionic Matter and calculated the decay rate again. I was going to have to make my trip soon, otherwise the half-life of the matter would decay it past the point of usefulness.

The next morning I called Robotic Labs and asked if it was possible to purchase a robot for private use. I was told that they were not for sale because of all the proprietary information contained in their programming, which needed to remain secret. I also asked about purchasing a robot that was slated to be destroyed. That was not possible, either. “Okay.” I thought. “On to plan B.”

It was four days later, when the bar was visited by the NSPD. Sgt. Pafe and Cpl. Satoire entered and were talking with Old Joe at the bar, he nodded in my direction. The sergeant told Satoire to go watch the pedal rockets, and that she would handle this. She began by telling me that a few nights ago, in a 5 mile radius around the bar, every dog was barking. She also said that every surveillance camera malfunctioned for about 6 minutes within that same radius, which put the AB&G in the center of whatever it was that was going on. “It must have been the ultrasonic amplifier.” I thought.

I lied to the sergeant, telling her that nothing happened here and then offered her a donut. “Fresh and warm from the machine.” I told her. I handed her a rum infused one. She took a bite and her face lit up. I gave her another one, which she quickly gobbled. Then another and another, soon she was starting to sway a bit and her speech was becoming slurred. She kept going back to her investigation, saying how she knew I was always working on gadgets and I kept changing the subject and feeding her donuts. Some of the cream filling from a donut dribbled out and onto her uniform and into her cleavage. She started to slowly unzip her uniform top, but then she quickly opened it completely, much to the delight of Old Joe behind the bar, her braless breasts bounced into view then she slowly scooped up the cream with a finger, and sensually licked it off. She wrapped an arm around my neck and whispered hotly while licking my ear about how hot and turned on she was and how she needed to get laid. “Right now!” She pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it and let her shirt fall to the floor then she leaned back against the bar. Joe’s eyes were the size of saucers.

I leaned down at the end of the bar and rapped on a panel in the base. A knock came in reply, and then I rapped again and the panel slid down into the floor with a thunk.

“What do you want?” Grumpy said.

“I have Lady Azrielle’s reward for that job you lads did.” He looked up and saw the sergeant, bunny tail, bunny ears, garter belt, stockings and boots was all she had on.

Grumpy whistled into the tunnel. Five dwarves came out of the panel. Pafe giggled. “You want me to go with them?” She asked.

“They might be small in stature,” I said, “but they’re big where it counts. Show her Dopey.”

Dopey dropped his pants. Pafe gasped. His cock nearly touched the floor and he was grinning ear to ear. “Oh.” She said. “They’re all like that?”

“They are.” I answered.

“I’m going to like this. Take me away, fellas.” She cooed. The dwarves grabbed hold of the sergeant and got her down on the floor, lifted her prone and carried her feet first into the tunnel. As I placed her uniform on her stomach, she grabbed my pant leg. The dwarves stopped for moment. “Go get Satoire. She’ll want to be in on this.” The dwarves started moving again and I heard her say. “Let me feel that again. Ooooo…you ARE a big man.” The panel slid shut.

I went outside, got the corporal and explained that her partner needed some assistance. She followed me to the end of the bar, and I did my knocking on the panel. The panel slid down.

“Doc.” I said. “Lady Azrielle has seen fit to send you two officers.”

“Bless her heart.” He said and a small hand came out to take Satoire’s hand. “Be careful, little missy.” Doc said. “That’s it…small steps…now watch your head.” She was hunched over making her way down the tunnel. There were all sorts of noises coming from the dwarves’ room along with a lot of giggling. “OH YEAH, PAFIE!” I heard Satoire shout. The panel slid back into its position and it was suddenly quiet. I gave Old Joe the “shhhh” sign and he returned the gesture with a wink.

I went up to my room in the attic to research a landing spot for my trip to the past. I had a detailed map showing the AChat Hotel, and figured the coordinates for the room I had reserved. I knew the size of that room and the layout, and I was sure I could put the Axiom into an open space in the room. The book explained that when using the “timeship” to be sure to locate a suitable arrival point or else you may find yourself inside a tree or a wall. I didn’t want that to happen, so the room at the AChat Hotel seemed logical since I knew how the room was laid out.

Another two weeks passed as I made my final preparations for the trip. I double checked my tool bag and made sure I had everything I would need, including the prototype of the Orgasmatron, which I had modified to disrupt the robot guards programming. I never had a chance to test it, but I was confident it would shut them down. I checked the Ionic Matter and determined that I had to go now or run the risk of not having enough matter.

The Axiom powered up with a dimming of the lights. The ultrasonic amplifier switched on and the lights brightened and then dimmed again. I could imagine all the dogs in a 5 mile radius beginning to bark. The power meter began to climb as I pictured in my mind the surveillance cameras malfunctioning. I put on my helmet and tightened the chin strap. The “timeship” was fully charged and ready to go. April 17 is the date, the AChat Hotel is the place.

Strapping myself into the seat, I lowered the goggles. Flipped up the cover and pressed the “Go” button.

1AM in the AChat Hotel room and the “landing” was perfect, with the Axiom in the center of the room. I got out of the machine and removed my helmet and goggles, tossing them onto the sofa. I powered down the “timeship” and plugged it into a wall socket.

I retrieved my tool bag from the Axiom, then left the room, quietly closing the door behind me and went cautiously down the stairs. I was relieved to see Brandybee behind the counter.

We exchanged greetings and I told her that no one was at the desk when I entered so I went ahead and put my bags into the room. She told me that was fine and we did the paperwork and I officially checked in. Once I had the key, I returned to the room and locked the door.

I left the AChat Hotel and started on my way to the Robotic Labs Disposal Site which was located out of town. I was walking up a hill with my tool bag in my hand and spotted a familiar site. There at the top of the hill, under a street light, were two NSPD officers with their pedal cars. “Hello Citizen” Sgt. Pafe greeted me. We exchanged some small talk and Cpl. Satoire asked me where I was headed. I told her about going to the Disposal Site and when they asked why, I told them about rescuing Eva from the shredder. I didn’t tell them about travelling back in time to do it.

“Aww, that is so sweet.” Sgt. Pafe said. “Here, take this pedal car. You have to push it up hills, but on a flat surface it goes pretty good. Satoire, show him where the site is.”

“And downhill is a breeze.” Satoire added, then turned to Pafe and asked. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going back to the motor pool and secure another vehicle.” She answered. “You show him how to get there.”

“Okie dokes.” Satoire said. “Saddle up buddy, and let’s go.”

After about 30 minutes of pedaling we came up to a fence line. “It’s in there.” The corporal said to me. “Good luck.”

I thanked her and told her she should pedal away, so as not to get involved. Satoire pedaled off into the darkness.

I made my way to the chain linked fence and got my wire cutters out of the bag. Choosing my entrance spot carefully, I proceeded to cut the fence and crawled inside. That’s when I noticed the wire and I knew that I had tripped an alarm.

I saw two figures moving my way. They had an awkwardness about them that gave them away. Two robot boys dressed in Robotic Labs uniforms were approaching my position. I got the modified Orgasmatron from the tool bag and switched it on, feeling the vibrations as it powered up. The robots got in range and I fired.

Both robots stopped dead in their tracks, but instead of powering off, they started ripping their clothing off, then they embraced and started kissing each other and pulling on their cocks! I watched in amazement as they began to couple together.

“Not quite the effect I expected, but they’re busy.” I thought as I picked up my bag and then made my way across the field to the largest building. I saw two more uniformed robots heading my way. Once in range I fired the Orgasmatron and the same effect took place and there were two more naked robot boys humping away at each other.

Around the corner of the building, was the door. I took a quick look around to see where I was. I was close to the main entrance. I could see a small guard shack which looked empty, with a red and white gate, across the road. I tried the door knob. It was unlocked so I opened the door and entered.

There were two robot girls immediately inside the door. I fired the Orgasmatron at them and hit my target. They ripped their uniforms off and were soon in a 69 position on the floor.

At the far end of the room was a loud, massive machine which was being fed by a long, slow moving conveyor belt that snaked around the room. It was loaded with robots and robot parts . Two huge rollers with sharp teeth were shredding the robot parts that were being fed into it. A glow was coming from the incinerator inside the machine, and I could feel the heat from it.

“Hold it right there.” I heard a male voice say. “Turn around.”

I turned around and there was a security guard standing in the doorway, pointing a pistol at me. Then, much to my surprise I heard a female voice that I recognized. “Hey Sweetie. Look what I have for you.” I heard Cpl. Satoire say. The guard took a look back out of the door and lowered his pistol. “Come here,” she said, “don’t you want to get your hands on these?”

The guard took a step back out the door and I saw two female arms wrap around him. I could tell she didn’t have her top on. He smiled at her then she quickly kneed him in the groin. He doubled over in pain and she pushed him to the ground and started putting handcuffs on him. “GO.” She shouted. “FIND YOUR EVA.”

I moved along the belt as quickly as I could, looking at all the feet I could find. I spotted Eva’s foot near the machine! I jumped onto the belt and pushed robot parts off of her, she was naked, but whole. We were getting dangerously close to the machine. I grabbed hold of her under her arms and with one terrific push, Eva and I tumbled off the belt onto the floor. I stood up quickly and got my tool bag off the belt, then knelt beside Eva. She was lying face down and I felt along her back for the panel. Finding it, I opened it and located the homing signal chip and removed it. Then I switched on her power.

“Hurry!” Satoire called to me. “Someone is coming. I think it’s a robot.”

I took out my phone and the USB wire and hooked them up to Eva. I located the app I made in the phone and pressed send. The phone indicated it was downloading the information into Eva. I then got the Orgasmatron from the bag and called to Satoire. “Here, use it on the robot.” I threw the gun to her.

Still topless, she tried to catch it. It hit her hands and bounced to the floor, I could see a piece of the Orgasmatron pop off and tumble away. She picked the weapon up and moved out the door.

A moment later I heard her say. “It’s not working. He’s still coming!”

I checked the phone and it was still downloading into Eva, then I heard a loud crash come from the doorway. I looked over and saw a huge Robot Boy enter the room, his eyes scanning. He looked mean.

I quickly checked the phone again. Almost done! I looked back at the robot and could tell he spotted me. He moved in my direction with a lumbering stride. The program was almost completely downloaded at 98%. The Giant Robot Boy was moving around the corner of the conveyor belt heading my way.

“I couldn’t stop him.” Satoire yelled. “LOOK OUT!”

The phone beeped “done” as the Giant Robot Boy grabbed me by my neck and lifted me off the floor. I could feel his grasp tightening, he was slowly crushing my throat. Then I heard a voice say “Hello Honey!” and a loud BANG. I opened my eyes and heard “Hello Baby!” Followed by another BANG! Eva was behind the Giant Robot with a robot leg in her hands, swinging it like a baseball bat! “You little bitch!” She said and another hit with the leg and the robot boy’s head split open, his hand released its grip and I fell to the floor as he toppled over backwards with sparks shooting from his wound.

“Eva?” I asked.

Eva dropped the leg, picked me up and cradled me with one arm as I managed to scoop up my tool bag. My phone was still attached to her back, and I reached up and disconnected the USB wire from her and closed her panel. I put the phone in the bag as Eva carried me to the door then put me down.

Cpl. Satoire was there putting her shirt on and there were alarms going off throughout the site. She had handcuffed the guard and blindfolded him with her bra, there were a pair of black panties stuck in his mouth. “Bra and panties?” I asked.

“They were the only things I had.” Satoire replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

We were all startled by a crash coming through the wooden gate and the squealing of tires. Sgt. Pafe was driving a police car, but not just any police car. This one was a McClaren! “Get in”. She said.

Once we were all inside the McClaren, Cpl. Satoire handed me the Orgasmatron and said to the sergeant. “This is the Chief’s car! Pafie, how did you get this?”

“Well, the keys were in it and it was just sitting there.” Sgt. Pafe answered. “I wanted something fast, and this is really fast. Don’t worry Satoire, no one will know.”

She sped out the gate, narrowly missing the guard shack. I explained everything to them about the machine and the AChat Hotel on our way there. She must have been doing 200 mph at times and she was fishtailing all over the road after each curve. “LOOK OUT!” Satoire yelled as Pafe slammed on the brakes. We crashed head on into a telephone pole in front of the AChat Hotel.

“Everybody alright?” I asked as we were all getting out of the car. The front of it was smashed.

“Yeah.” Said Satoire, then she added sarcastically, “Don’t worry, no one will know, you said. What are we going to tell the Chief?”

Pafe answered. “We’ll think of something, Sat.” Then looking at me she said. “We’re okay. Now, hurry and go will you?” We could hear approaching sirens in the distance.

I kissed them both on the cheek, “See you in the future.” I said then I pulled Eva along with me and to my surprise, she was responsive, following my lead to run. We got inside the hotel and we’re going past the desk when Brandybee stopped us.

“Hey. No robots allowed in here. You know how I feel about them.” She said to me.

I stopped and explained everything to her. Where I was from, how I worked with her at the bar, coming back to get Eva.

“Well… this is AChat, but I don’t know if I believe all of that.” She replied.

“Here.” I said, taking a piece of paper and a pen from the counter and writing these instructions as I spoke. “Take all the money you can scrape together... every penny... and go to the races in Newmarket on May the 6th. Specifically the Newmarket 1000 Guineas, also called the QIPCO 1000 guineas. Put all the money on "Homecoming Queen". She's going to go off at 25 to 1 and she's going to win, then you can open that bar.”

Eva and I hurried up the stairs. I unlocked the door and we went in, I went straight to the machine, and lowered the ramp. “Get in the back here and have a seat.” She did that and I put the ramp up. I unplugged the power cord from the wall and from the Axiom and tossed it into the back shell along with my tool bag. I put the helmet on then switched on the machine. Reading enough power to get us home, I got into my seat and buckled up and threw the “Return” switch.

We were in the attic, safe and sound, and I powered down the Axiom. “Eva.” I said while unbuckling myself from the seat. I took off the goggles and helmet, dropping them on the floor next to the machine. I went to the back of the Axiom, opened it and dropped the ramp. Eva was inside sitting on the floor and smiling at me. “Eva?” I asked quietly, as I reached in and took her hand, helping her out of the back. She stood before me naked.

“Oh yes.” She said, her arms reaching around me and pulling me in close. I could feel the heat from her silicone. “Hello Honey!” She kissed me full on the lips. “I have waited so long for this.”

“Eva!” I said. “You’re talking.”

“I am.” She answered. “I feel… I feel… I feel so alive.”

“Eva.” I said to her and kissed her again. “Spell exam.”

“E…x…a…m.” Was her reply as she smiled at me.

“Eva! You did it. You used an X!” I said. I was so happy I could have shouted. “We should play some Scrabble.”

She pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top of me and ripped my shirt open. “No scrabble tonight, Honey.” She said, as she leaned in and kissed me in the way only Eva can.

THE END

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

It was as everything should have been at the Inn of the Black Dog. The floor was worn, its finish long since worn away by the men that walked upon it, but it was clean and freshly polished. A brass rail, mounted barely a foot off the floor, rung lightly with each boot that came to rest upon it. Nothing more than a small chiming bell announced each new entrant into the common room of the Inn, commonly referred by everyone as the Tavern. The setting sun signalled the time, when these men who gathered, talked of treason against the laws.

So it was, another day was ending as the inn slowly began to become busy with patrons. The time was once again near, where the mistakes of the past came to haunt the men who slurred their words, as brew was poured as freely from the brass tap atop the bar, as it was from the rim of tankards into open mouths that listened intently.

The door chime sounded once again, as a final pair of boots entered the common room. The tall man standing in those boots needed not to speak, to send the common room into complete silence. Not even the chink of brew stained putter could stop the air of authority this man had over the others. It was as it was, and as it shall always be.

“They are here, hidden in plain sight.” The man spoke, shattering the silence. “They walk amongst us.”

“Who are they?” Another man spoke.

"They are the witches. They haunt me even when I am awake." He answered.

"But the stories can not possibly be true... Can they?" The aged bartender interupted.

"I have seen their silvery light near dusk, before last light." The tall man admitted.

"Then it is true." The aged old bartender solemly stated. "... They have come back."

The bartender knew all too well what their return meant. It would mean that for an entire fortnight, no male older than puberty would be safe, from the seduction these vixens who come upon the silvery light, bring with them. His own son had been found the last time they had come.

His son's body was barely recognisable, as a drained corpse. He was the same as all the others. His manhood had remained rigid, as if to tell the tale of what his last few minutes of life had been. The witches had left the remainder of his body desiccated so badly that the only identification possible had been the tattoo on his forearm.

The small bell chimed, announcing the next entrant into the common room. The men all took gulps of her beauty. Her angelic face radiated her womanhood hidden beneath a full length hooded cape closed about her. There were but only brief glimpses of cream coloured skin above her ankle boots cinched tightly to her feet as she strode forward. In her arms she carried a swaddled bundle.

"I seek a man known as Wilson." She remarked with a voice that made even the most chaste man within the room wish he was the man she saught.

"I-I-I am... Wilson." The aged bartender stammered. "... Abraham Wilson."

"I beg your pardon, Sir." She spoke angelically.

Those men who were standing, needed to sit. The men who were sitting, dared not to rise. Her voice bewtiched them. Members thickened inside trousers. Even the tall man was not immune to her, for his penis strained between his legs and threatened to spring forth. This was a woman whose mere presence spoke of the promise of pleasure far beyond his wildest dreams and most vivid nightmares.

"I present to you, your grand-son. I have named him William." She admitted.

From within the swaddled folds of fine linen, his own eyes stared back at him, and the aged bartender knew immediately who she was and why she had come. The witches, borne upon the silvery light, returned all the male children born from their fertile space.

"Our laws do not permit him to stay with us, and I offer my regret for having done what I did to your son, Sir." She added.

Her voice faltered slightly, but did nothing to stem the flow of blood to rigid members. She offered the swaddled bundle, wriggling to free himself from the linen, to Abraham. Her small movement exposed creamy white skin from mid chest to the floor, and she did nothing to hide the curves that betrayed her recent breeding. An ample bosom swollen with mother's milk, and the hint of a sway from her hips spoke louder than a word. Several men within the tavern splattered ale from fingers that forgot they held a tankard. Several others soiled their trousers.

"Raise him as a man, amongst men." She requested. "Good bye, William."

She said nothing more. The raven haired beauty fled the tavern, with her cape barely concealing creamy white thighs, that any man would long to imprison their rigid poles between, if only for an hour. She vanished, into the gently falling rain outside, into a blinding flash of light and a clap of thunder.

The tall man raced behind her, but he was already too late. The witch left behind nothing but her cape and still tied ankle shoes, upon the rain splattered ground as if she had just vanished into thin air. Her scent still hung upon the cape, hinting of rose petals and sweet honey suckle. The stench of swilled and spilled ale had not yet had the chance to soil the cloak she had worn.

"Bring the dogs, lads. This one, we will find." The tall man spoke.

"Jarod. I know you're the Magister, but I implore you do not do this." Abraham Wilson asked as he held his grandson for the first time.

"She's a witch, Wilson." Jarod McKernan spoke with authority. The tall man was not going to be denied the chance, if there was one, to do what needed to be done.

"No, Jarod." Abraham spoke as a man. "I invoke the law of the fifth table, as William's Grandfather... my son's son... that his mother is to be my responsibility from henceforth."

"Dammit, Wilson!" Jarod cursed.

Jarod McKernan knew better than to interfere now. Once the laws of the fifth table of the twelve had been invoked it was no longer his responsibility, nor his duty. The laws of the fifth table made it so. Wilson had declared it. It was the one law that bound his hands tighter than irons. But when one witch appeared, there would be others.

Within the tavern, the men returned to their talk of treason against the laws, and to swill their ale, once rigid members returned to flacid. Abraham gifted his grandson to a barmaid, whose ample bosom had plenty to feed William, before he returned to his duties behind the bar.

Meanwhile, Jarod sat upon his tall chair and pondered. Jarod McKernan rose, and swiftly shod his heels upon the floor. He exited onto the muddy ground and into the sheeting rain. He was determined to do his duty. The last Magister had tried to do his duty too, but had been found like the others.

"Not this time, Witches." He swore aloud to himself, as the rain pelted his black oilskin duster, while mud caked his boots. His black wide brim hat just drained fresh rainwater like a gutterless roof edge. With every step he took, his feet became as heavy as the burden his duty weighted him.

He made his final footfalls to his cabin. His position as Magister gave him his abode as part of his annual salary of three gold soverigns. It was the same cabin the last Magister had been found within, still in his bed, nude and desiccated like all the other's. No witch had brought his family a son. Somewhere, wherever that was, he had a niece. He knew in his heart that one day, he knew he would forsake his duty. The laws of the fifth table were absolute and even as Magister no one would question his declaration. Family was family, even if the witch led another man to his deathbed.

He kicked the mud from his boots, and scraped the soles upon the blunted steel near his doorway. The sheeting rain became the only sound audible, excepting maybe the wind that blew through the tree limbs and threatened to clap the shutters free. He stepped past the threshold of his door to find his cabin occupied.

"Good evening, Magister." Her angelic voice spoke. "I have come for you."

Her words bewitched him instantly, but he reined his desire for her. He knew who she was, without her having to state her name. As the Superintendent of the small Country of Nymphomania, she had the authority that surpassed even his own.

"Superintendent." He greeted her formally.

Jarod had never met her, before inheriting his duty as Magister, but he knew that one day she would come. His brother had spoken of her many times, and his brother's words did her an injustice. Words alone could not properly describe the details that filled his eyes.

"Close your mouth, Jarod." Azrielle spoke softly.

Jarod acted instantly, not having realised he had been staring at her. Her auburn hair hung freely in a single heavy braid down the front of her simple leather bodice. The leather ties of the bodice both hid and hinted at the ample mounds of flesh the bodice curved around. Her bare midrift, exposing milky white skin, ended where a simple black skirt began. The bottom of her skirt barely hid the tops of soft skin where plain black stockings began. Tightly laced black patent leather boots began at her calves. She seemed to defy gravity as she stood before him, upon heels that no woman should be allowed to wear in public.

"You've come for me, Superintendent?" Jarod managed to ask politely.

She was a woman that could be an evil seductress, and no man would even care to argue the point. His organ was rising slowly as he drank in her hourglass figure.

"Yes, I have come for you." Superintendent Azrielle replied.

With her angelic voice making his brain lose more valuable oxygen enriched blood to his lower member, she stepped towards him and planted a single passionate kiss upon his lips.

"Mhmmm." Jarod mumbled before she broke away from him.

That single kiss awoke the male beast within him, and he replied with passionately kissing her back. He did not stop with just a quick peck either. He drew her to him, cradling her waist within his arms and pressing his lips lightly against her own until she willingly parted her own lips. One of her hands cradled the back of his neck and the other rested against his bicep. He could feel her heat radiate off of her. If she had come for him, he was beginning to doubt it was for anything but what he feared they might be doing before morning.

Her soft kisses, he returned to her. The two of them neither moved forward nor retreated, when he heard an audible click then a sound he had never heard before. A blinding flash of light encompassed them both. He heard what he thought might have been a clap of thunder, but it sounded so far away to him. She broke their embrace almost at once when he heard a small voice beside them.

"Mommy!" The small voice wailed.

"Yes, Natasha?" Azrielle replied in a motherly tone.

"Who is this and why are you kissing him?" A little girl, with red hair like her mother, asked ardently.

"This is your Uncle Jarod, Natasha." Azrielle replied to the little one.

"OH!! I get huggs too, don't I?" Natasha implored with bright eyes and smiles.

"Jarod, your niece wants a hug." Azrielle stated.

Jarod McKernan simply melted into a pool of compassion. He picked up the little red haired girl from the floor and held her to his chest. He stared into his brother's eyes as she disappeared under his hat. Her little arms became glued to his neck as she planted small kisses against his cheek, while screaming gleefully.

"Ok, Natasha... Your Uncle Jarod and Mommy have to talk. Go play with your sisters." Azrielle finally announced.

Reality soon slammed into Jarod's brain faster than the axe he swung as Magister. He looked about the familiarity of the cabin to see it was not the same, not anymore. He set the little girl down onto her feet as he knelt. She immediately released him and ran off, with only the sound of the shoes on her little feet left behind into the bright sun shine outside.

"She's beautiful, just like her mother is." Jarod managed to compliment.

"She's a handful... she's like her father." Azrielle answered.

Her words stung him. He noted she used neither present, past or future tense in her statement. She also didn't deny anything either. The little girl was his niece, and there was no denying that fact at all. The pieces all fell together in a heap within his head.

"Are you a witch?" He simply asked finally.

"Uhm, I think it might be better explained, by someone you know to tell you the truth, Jarod." Azrielle admitted finally.

"Shaffer? You can come out now." She announced.

"Hello, Jarod." Came a voice he though he would never hear again.

Azrielle stood beside him, it was then he noticed matching wedding bands upon both their hands. Confusion instantly muddled his mind, as he remained kneeling in the same spot where he had set the little girl upon the floor but a moment before.

"Shaffer? What the hell is going on?" Jarod asked through clouded thoughts.

"Come have a coffee and I'll explain everything." Shaffer noted.

The surrounding of the cabin began to fill his eyes with images of things that he didn't think were possible to even exist. Shaffer poured two mugs of coffee from a glass urn that didn't have a fire beneath, but he could see the steam rising just the same. There seemed to be magic everywhere.

"As you know it, what's today's date?" Shaffer asked Jarod.

"It's September twenty second." Jarod answered.

"The date is September twenty second... twenty three-twelve." Shaffer spoke.

"Twe-twent-ty th-th-three t-t-t-twelve? No it's seventeen eighty one." Jarod stammered.

"Alright, little brother... What's the last thing you remember before meeting my daughter?" Shaffer asked.

Jarod pondered the jumbled thoughts in his head for a moment.

"Uhm, kissing the Superintendent." Jarod finally spoke.

"Yea, she is a good kisser. I'll give her that." Shaffer noted "She distracted you just long enough to activate the portal."

"Portal?" Jarod asked.

It was witch craft. It was the only answer he could get his mind to register. This was all some sort of spell that was vexing him within. His brother was dead. He had seen his body, the tattoo, the pole sticking straight up. He was trapped within a witches spell and everything was not as it should be, nor was it real. The hot coffee within the cup was some sort of fire that was trying to burn him.

"No! It's all a spell... She's a witch... she killed you... and, and, and..." Jarod went on.

"He's gonna pop." Azrielle noted with her sweet voice.

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.

Stanley Montrieth III rushes into my office “ Oh my God , I did it. I actually did it. I shagged all these beauties in a pool on my own desert island!!! “

His curly ginger hair is more unruly than usual and his face is flushed with excitement and exhilaration.

I knew, he’d been working on something exciting and it looked like he was ready to tell me at long last.

We’d been friends forever. Stanley was ... well Stanley, an eccentric, mad scientist type. He had more money than was wise, and, was able to indulge some of his outlandish but brilliant ideas.

I can’t help but grin at his enthusiasm, even though, I have no idea what, he is spouting on about.

“ Ok, ... Explain.. “ I put my pen down.. grinning back at him. Sex always grabs my attention!!

Stanley begins his excited chatter and tells me about his special wrist watch, ...and ...it has amazing dials,... and ... that it transports you in time to other worlds , other dimensions , ...and... to places where your own erotic fantasies can come to life, to indulge and be indulged .

He shows me this watch and fiddles with a few dials and slaps it on my wrist and suddenly... he is gone, his voice a distant memory !!

I seem to be floating and rushing somewhere fast, hearing whisperings of what sounds like “Tick Tock ; Tick Tock; Tick Tock” whooshing in my ears.

I can breathe and feel but things are rushing passed my eyes too quickly to make any sense and there’s amazing colours of blue and white and red and yellow and pink and green and... then blackness ...

I feel as if I have been in a deep sleep for a while. I open my eyes and find I am kneeling on a wooden floor against a large, luxurious four poster bed. My wrists are bound tight in front of me, anchored to a post by the headrest. I test the bindings but am unable to undo them. The rope is fairly long and I sit up on the bed taking in my surroundings, trying to make sense of it all.

It seems to be a luxurious cabin, oak panelled with small leaded arch windows, an oak desk with a lamp, a log book of some kind, open, with an ink pot and quill. There’s a wooden carved chair by the desk & another matching one that has a long black felt coat thrown on to it. It has shiny gold buttons and striped gold and black epaulettes on the shoulders.

I look down at myself, my dress has changed too. I’m now in a black short lacy negligee, sheer with spaghetti straps on the shoulder, the front dipping down in a slight v, covering the matching little panties I am wearing. It certainly doesn’t seem to leave much to the imagination...

I stand and test the rope and am able to stretch it’s length a little. I move out from the bed and peak out of one of the nearby arch windows... the view is beautiful and hints of a different world, a different time...

The sky is orange and yellow as the sun is setting, with the biggest moon reflecting over still calm waters and a smaller baby moon in front of it.
In the distance I see lands and islands but they are just too far away to make out what they are.

It appears the ship, if indeed a ship I am on, is anchored & stationary, possibly in a harbour or basin of some sort.

“ Where is this place? “ I wonder and look at my bound wrists “ and what have I gotton myself into... “

A thought suddenly springs to mind ... “ Have I quantum leaped here through time & space somehow?”

I move back and lie on the bed trying to make sense of it all & eventually my eyes begin to droop.

I must have fallen asleep again, for next, I’m suddenly aware of being lifted and my arms stretching out before me. I open my eyes to find myself kneeling in the middle of the bed. The rope is stretching my arms at a 45 degree angle in front of a large mirror. Behind me is the most stunning & handsome man I have ever seen.

Dark haired, tanned with an air of authority. His naked chest toned, with trained, hard muscles and a sprinkling of hair. He’s wearing black tight trousers and a silver buckle and boots. A pirate maybe is my first thoughts.

He grips my hair and pulls my head back, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I see fire and lust and a rawness that makes my breath catch before he ties a gag to my mouth preventing me from voicing my burning questions.

My heart is racing and I watch him like a hawk trying to gage what he has in mind and the mood he is in.

He speaks into my ear, his voice deep & soft. He nuzzles me, teasing my senses, playing on the unknown quantity of my situation. His gentle breath is purposefully sensuous... It works. My body responds and he knows it.

My breasts swell and my nipples pebble. A warm flush invades my sex causing my panties to dampen as my juices seep into the material. My breathing quickens & my heart races.

“You seem to be an unexpected guest on my ship... luckily my crew saw your potential for their Captain and bought you here for me... I have work to do first but.. I can admire you from my desk”

He stares at me in the mirror meeting my eyes for a few seconds and then moves his hands to my breasts, cupping and kneading them ..

“ I can see you like that .. “ he whispers, and moves one hand between my kneeling legs spreading my thighs apart. He brushes at my panties before sliding a finger inside, testing my excitement and finger fucks gently. I groan as my body ignites & gushes with appreciation.

He removes his finger and takes it to his nostrils breathing deeply of my scent before licking and tasting me... smiling.. He looks at me bound there and looks pleased at how I display on the bed.

Then looks again...a moment to ponder and then moves his hands to my neckline at the front and rips my negligee so it hangs in tatters by my shoulder & waist. My breasts spilling out to his gaze ...

“ Better”, he murmurs as he moves to his desk to work.

I pull on the wrist rope but I’m bound fast. I think of the Captain’s words, .. his crew found me.. It must have been in my blackness after all those colours , and they must have bought me here & bound my wrists.

I look at the Captain, through the mirror, working at his desk, busily writing in his log book. He has a stubborn curl in the middle of his forehead that seems to refuse to be trained back. He is very handsome, with his rugged, chiselled features and green knowledgeable eyes.

Every now and then, he looks at me, lifting his finger with my scent on, to his nose, breathes in deeply, and tastes a little with his tongue. The flicking, licking action mesmerising me , teasing my mind with erotic thoughts .

He finishes what he is doing and leans back in his chair eying me slowly, drinking in my slim, toned frame, my rounded breasts free and loose to his gaze, my slim waist and womanly hips. My secrets barely covered by my sheer, see through attire, torn to my waist. I blush a little at his intense inspection and for the obvious excitement building in the pit of my stomach. I want this man and he knows it.

He smiles and moves to the bed, kneeling behind me, forcing my knees & feet further apart so his groin is against my bottom . My senses on high alert, his hands begin to explore my body, kneading my waist, my stomach, and kissing my neck to my ear

“ Watch me”, he demands, “ Watch me enjoy you in the mirror”

His breath & tongue teasing me, invoking my needs as a woman. He strokes my arms suggestively in front of me, trailing his fingers down to my shoulders, then down my sides to my outer thighs.

He slowly inches upwards, teasing & assessing my reaction. My body is on fire, a warm glow of sexual attraction flushes my skin.

He cups my breasts and a groan escapes my lips behind the gag. He pulls me into him tight, my back against his chest. His chest hairs brush my soft skin. And he kneads and fondles more, slightly harder, slightly more urgent.

He enjoys the reaction he is causing. Then his body bends forwards a little and he places his hands at my knees on the bed and begins to drag them up my inner thighs, until he fans either side my pussy, causing my negligee to rise with him. The material teases my sensitive skin and reveals more of my body to his gaze.

His outer thumbs reach the crease of my thighs and he rests there a moment before massaging a little. The movements cause my panties to move tantalisingly over my enflamed womanhood, aching now for his attention.

I groan in need & want, my eyes begging him for more in the mirror. He continues to kiss, nibble and lick... my neck, my shoulders and my ears driving me wild with a need. A strong powerful need that is intensifying with each & every kiss, and, with each and every fondle.
My panties are wet , soaked with feminine desire.

He produces some scissors and cuts one side of the thin lacy string of the panties on my hip, causing it to fall and hang on the opposite leg. My red trimmed tuft revealed, lips wet and oozing of my interest in him. Swollen, aching and throbbing with want.

He cuts the remaining string and uses the panties to wipe the juices from my pussy. I moan and gyrate my hips at his touch. He indulges me for a moment letting me grind into his hand and my panties. Juices flowing freely covering him and my panties.

Using the same hand, he unties my gag, only... to thumb my lips, caressing and fondling them, to invade my mouth as he watches intently. He spreads my juices coating his thumb across my lips, inside and out and on my tongue . He kisses me deeply, exploring my mouth and tasting me there.

Then he pulls away from the kiss and slowly pushes my panties into my mouth so half are inside on my tongue , the other half hanging on my lower lip and chin.

He moves away to put the scissors on his desk, and then inspects his work, walking around the bed.

A sexually aroused female tied kneeling to his bed, arms out stretched in her binding, her breasts & hardened nipples hanging free, slightly reddened by his kneading and squeezing, her negligee hanging torn from her trim waist, nude from the waist down.. her naked pussy, wet and hot from his expert teasing and her sodden panties hanging from her mouth. He smiles, pleased with the image before him.

He moves to the bed and takes some pillows positioning them just in front of my knees, then tunnels between them, his head, face up, ending the journey next to my pussy. His head on the pillows to ensure his comfort. His hair teases my inner thighs as he passes through, slowly, purposefully building my sexual tension. He lays on his back looking up at me intimately, his breath teasing my heated core.

He grabs and kneads my butt cheeks and then pulls my ass and my pussy to his lips and tongue. He nuzzles and breaths in deeply, taking in my womanly scent of arousal. Stilling and then blowing a little, to heighten my anticipation of what he is about to do. His breath rippling across my sex, ruffling and parting my pubic hair a little.

I groan and flood with raw desire, lusting after him, as surely is , his very intention.

Then he licks me, and feeds off me. Sucking in my labia, exploring my furrows with his tongue, kissing me in the most intimate of ways. I give myself, groaning , losing my control, and greedily wanting him . I watch him in the mirror as he laps me. Turning me on even more, hardly recognising the wanton creature reflecting back.

He explores every crevice, every crease, tasting, licking, sucking, nibbling and I grind into his face. He growls in satisfaction as my body openly responds to him.

I push harder as I feel his tongue inside me, tasting my pleasure. His hands move to open my lips to look inside me and he licks the pink inner flesh. Then, he presses his face into my sex and begins tongue fucking.

His thumb teases and circles my clitoris and I feel my orgasm building. His lips move to my swollen bud and he flicks and circles it with his tongue. He inserts two fingers into my pussy fucking me slowly at first, then faster. His other hand, fingers coated in my juices, teases my ass and he pushes into that special place.

Finger fucking , my pussy, my ass and sucking and licking my clit as I watch in the mirror. The sight of him between my legs is breath taking and exciting. The sensations on my body driving me crazy, building that primitive lust.

It’s all too much to resist. My breath quickens, my body tenses and my release is powerful. I shudder throughout my body, groaning loudly , muffled by my panties still in my mouth. I shake and tremble as wave after wave of my ultimate pleasure envelopes me. My juices flood and he drinks the essence from my heated, sensitive core, demanding, wanting, every last drop of my excitement...

My body jerks and spasms over him, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure draining me of strength, filling me with the wonder and glow of it all. And eventually it subsides and I am left trembling and breathing deeply.

He kisses me there one last time, still feeling my tremors, and moves from underneath me.

He lowers my arms, still bound & out stretched, to the bed, my face lying sideways on the soft sheets, my ass in the air, presented to him.

He walks round behind me and massages my cheeks, spreading them to view my secrets. I feel him drizzle a little oil as he plays with my inner valley and pussy, pushing his fingers into both channels, filling me, feeling my walls, preparing me for his needs.

He moves to my head, and unbuckles his belt as I watch, pushing his trousers down, releasing his impressive erection. Big, hard and as beautiful as him.

He pulls the panties out of my mouth slowly, and lifts my head by the hair. I rise up eager to taste him.

He puts my panties in his own mouth, filling his taste and nostrils with my scent. He pushes his cock in my mouth & begins fucking my head slowly. We both groan in pleasure as my tongue licks and tastes the seeping precum on his crown.

He stills my head and then grinds and rolls round my mouth, exploring me with his shaft. And my tongue traces the ridges of his head and my cheeks cave in as I suck on him. He fucks a little more, fingers still gripping my hair, before pulling my head away,& lowering me back to the bed as before.

He moves behind me and I feel , his ardour as he pushes into my pussy in one thrust, gripping my hips and guiding the rhythm to his liking. This is his pleasure now & not mine. He drives hard, fast and furious.

Spreading my tight walls along his shaft as he pushes to my cervix, making me gasp and moan in ecstasy at his possession. In, out , faster he fucks, growling and animalistic, panties still hanging from his mouth.. and then ..just as suddenly he stops, breathing hard as he fights to control. Feeling my pussy on him like a glove.


He withdraws & then begins again, this time claiming my ass. Pushing in, stretching me till his full length is imbedded inside me. He enjoys the moment and then.. lets the raw need take him. Fucking hard and fast again, fingers gripping my hips, biting in as his rhythm becomes more frantic.

He reaches over me , gripping my hair with one hand pulling me up to gain a deeper depth, and the other gripping my shoulder pulling me back. He fucks harder, lust filling his mind and body. My body rejoicing and wanton at his claiming of me. Then as he begins to reach his peak, he bends over me more, palming my breasts, groping and squeezing.

The panties fall from his mouth resting on my shoulder.

His teeth finds my neck and clamps down, marking me in his animal rawness.

As my panties fall from my shoulder, my excitement dulls the slight pain at my neck and I feel his stiffening and release.

His seed rushing my anal channel. The breath from his nostrils exhilarating and empowering on my neck. He shudders and trembles as his powerful release overtakes his body, releasing my neck as he growls, his marking & claiming complete.

We still a moment, enjoying the wild raw moments that had passed between us, letting the satisfied afterglow surround and envelope us. Harsh breathing & racing hearts starting to slow and return to normal. Our bodies humming and calming after such fulfilment.

He withdraws from me and moves to his desk, picking something up before returning to me. He unties my wrists and places the dialled watch on me. Turning some dials, he whispers in my ear ,

“ Come back to me soon “

And then I am in the tunnel of colours and the whooshing Tick Tock; Tick Tock; Tick Tock ... sound.

Stanley is standing in front of me grinning, my clothes back to normal and I’m sitting at my desk as before..

“ Well ... “ He asks, “ Did you meet him? He came to find me you know,.... at the poolside,... he told me to get you for him..... “

I look at him confused ... “ What?” eyes suddenly diverted by the red bind marks on my wrists and then as my gaze returns to Stanley, they pass over a mirrored photo frame on my desk, and I see the bite mark on my neck .

“ The Captain, ... he’s been looking for you ..... “

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

"So, what is the message you had for me, princess Kyla!?" Serpentina say with an authoritative tone and with a gloomy expression to the face.

"How did you know it was me, Serpentina!?"

"You can fool other humans, but you can’t fool my sense of smell .... why are you here?! It's too dangerous for you! "

Serpentina came up with the solemn and almost threatening movement. This was the first time that the presence of Serpentina was oppressive, almost threatening .... but Kyla had come there with a very an important purpose and not intended to be intimidated. She took a deep breath and began to speak.

"I came to ask you not to fight on the side of my father tomorrow .... believe me or not, but o know that tomorrow you will die and i don’t want lose you .... "

"You .... you ask me to betray the trust of the king your father? Maybe you're out of your mind, Kyla!?" shee said in a menacing tone, approaching her “and what about the story of my death?"

"I know it's hard to believe, but i know what will happen because i've lived it .... my heart has already suffered for having lost you once .... "

She try to get closer to her beloved Serpentina, but she went away, turning her back to Kyla. Kyla realized that actually her story was unbelievable, even if she had lived it it’s hard to believe, so it will be more for someone who did not even know about it! She knew that this would happen, but what she did not know was how to convince her friend that was the reality. Then she suddenly remembered the object she had taken with her ....

"Serpentina, the pendant that i gave you when you left for the front .... you have it always with you!? "

"It’s always around my neck, it matters to me, you know ...." she said turning to Kyla and showing the pendant, when she saw an identical one in Kyla’s hands: the same shape, the same colors and the same image inside it .... how was it possible?! Kyla was telling the truth!? Doubt crept into her mind ....
Kyla approached her and held her face in her hands, staring into her eyes

"I could never lie to you, my love ...."

Her lips came to close to the one of Serpentina then leaning on them in a sweet and intense kiss that grew into a voluptuous dance of their greedy tongues, clear omen of things to come from them recently. She narrowed her eyes while Serpentina’s hands were dropped her cloak on the ground, followed by the belt which the sword that Kyla had brought with her was tied on.

Despite being equipped with a force out of the ordinary, in these situations the hands of Serpentina knew how to be so delicate and how to give a very intense pleasure with each stroke .... only Kyla knew this gentle and feminine side of her! Inexorably, the clothes of Kyla fell to the ground one after the other, revealing her white skin in all its splendor, made even more beautiful by the dim light of the braziers that light up the tent. She felt Serpentina’s fingers run all over on her skin, following the shape of her body .... they moves slowly, causing intense and pleasurable shivers that reached even the most hidden corners of her soul.

Instinctively, she embrace Serpentina with all his might, as if to make sure that the one in front of her wasn’t an illusion .... she wanted to exorcise the fear that accompanied her throughout the journey and finally there was succeeding! She felt Serpentina’s hair scroll between her fingers, her skin through the light vest she was wearing .... that soon dropped dissolving the knots that held it on Serpentina’s shoulders, revealing her firm and shapely breasts. A hand slipped on it, stroking it gently as her lips moved on Serpentina’s neck, and then follow the line towards the busty breasts.

Serpentina was surprised by Kyla’s initiative .... usually, she is much more awkward and hesitant, but now it seemed really another person, she’s passionate, resourceful .... a beautiful mistress! She felt the pleasure growing inside her at every kiss, every touch of that thin but fleshy lips on her breasts, on her erect nipples and now the way she gripped them between her lips, sucking lightly .... no one could do it like Kyla! She can feel Kyla’s tongue moving down to her belly, slowly, and this heightened her pleasure at every moment .... contrary to what people might think seeing her on the battlefield or in the every day life, Serpentina loved to be pampered in intimate moments and Kyla know it.

Seeing the pleasure sculpt into the face of his beloved Serpentina and hearing her breath getting heavy and start to pant, Kyla also feel an intense pleasure running on her body and she feel that something was starting to slipping down her thighs .... she was visibly excited and could not hide it! She gently grazed her lips .... they are swollen and wet! At that thought, her face flushed: now she is with the person she loved, but she is still a princess and had received some kind of education .... she wonder what her tutors would think seeing the Princess of Ysindor getting lost in "lowly desires of the flesh" as the most common of the girls! At this thought, she could not suppress a smile. She looked at the face of Serpentina .... although she could not see hers, she is sure that they have the same expression, the one of two girls in love who just want to give and receive love and pleasure that only the hands and mouth of a loved one can give.

She feel the arms of Serpentina wrapping her head and tighten it though. While her face rested on Serpentina0s belly, she closed her eyes and remained silent, she listen at the beat of their hearts, now beating as one. The heat that Serpentina is transmitting to her with her body, repaid her for all the hardships and dangers hhe had to overcome .... she’s happy in her arms and it’s all she want now.
Serpentina Take Kyla’s hand and guide her toward large carpet covered with pillows. She laid her down on top of them and lay down beside her, letting her tail creep slow between Kyla’s legs while her tongue play with Kyla's nipples, now swollen. Slowly, she wrap Kyla’s legs in its grip, opening them wide and immobilizing them completely, to the point that Kyla is now at her complete mercy. The continuous movement of her tail, though subtle, make her scales rub constantly on Kyla’s pussy, already visibly swollen and wet, giving her a pleasure that she could not resist, as if they are a multitude of tongues that greedily seek for that delicious nectar .... Kyle try in vain to hold back moans who grow louder until her whole body is crossed by a strong and liberating orgasm who give vent all the desire and passion that lurked in her body.

Seeing the young girl being overwhelmed by lust, Serpentina intensified the movement of its coils .... she feel the body of Kyla surrounded by spasms while the girl gasp because of them. The excited moans of Kyla are like an aphrodisiac for her .... the scales that covered her pussy are now dilated, revealing it in all its splendor: swollen and wet with her delicious juice dripped on the scales, making them shine like rubies. Sinuously, her tail is moving around the legs of Kyla, until their pussy are now in close contact .... their juices mingle in that slow voluptuous dance that exploded conspicuously in an overwhelming orgasm followed by others every time more intense to the point to leave the two girl exhausted laying next to each other.

It was an unforgettable night for both, but more importantly, the presence of Serpentina took away the pain that had oppressed the heart of Kyla for days: her fears were dispelled almost completely, but in a corner of her heart, she know that the future is not changed .... not at all, at least!
When Kyla wake up, the sun was high in the sky. She look around, fearing that her beloved had already left for the battle, but then she see her, not so far, wearing her armor.

"Have you decided to go into battle, however, my love?" she say, while sadness regain her heart.
"I have to do it, Kyla .... i'm a general and I will not betray my king! I have to fight alongside my comrades, as it should be!" she replied, now ready for battle.

The sadness in Kyla’s herat is growing: hard to believe that, despite what had happened during the night, Serpentina didn’t return her feelings. Sarpentina approached her, grazing her face and hugging her gently.

"Don’t be sad .... i will come back to you, i promise!" she say, trying to reassure her "trust me .... i don’t want to see you suffering! "

She hold Kyla gently .... she can feel the heat and also sadness of Kyla. She really want to run away with her, but she know that the king would be consider her a traitor and would be after her .... she had try to find a solution for the whole night, without sleeping, and above all without success. Kyla watched Serpentina for a long moment, unsure and afraid of what might happen from now on.

"I know i can’t make you change your mind, as i know you always honor your promise ...." she say, wiping the tears that had started to slide down her cheeks "i'll wait for you at the promontory of Fenlyr .... i’ll be waiting for all my life, if it’s necessary! "

"I will join you soon .... i want you by my side Kyla, forever! "

Took leave from Kyla, who watched her figure away to the king's tent, where she have to meet the other generals to talk about the latest strategies for the battle. When the soldiers were away from the camp, even Kyla walked away, heading for the place where they were given appointment.

The promontory was not far away and Kyla reach it easily. Hidden by vegetation, a path led to a natural terrace where someone, who knows how many year ago, had built a small house in a cave, building a stone wall and a wood door, that lead to a single room big enough to hold all the basic stuff of a real home. Kyla went in and saw that everything was like when she accidentally discovered it with Serpentina: the furniture was in good condition although covered with dust and the bed, quite simple in its structure, was still in the corner where they had moved it.

She lay down there to rest but at last she fall asleep. When she wake up, the sun was now setting. She walk outside to enjoy the wonderful view of the sun dipping into the sea, and she sit on the stone wall that served as a railing along the edge of the cliff and leaned back on one of the wooden pillars supporting the vegetation that covered the entire clearing.

She was lost in her thoughts and in the wonderful view, when she hear rustling coming from the trail. She whirl, remaining surprised by what she see: Serpentina was there in front her, unharmed! Incredulous, Kyla run to her, take her in her arms just to be sure she is real, then when she is sure about it, Kyla kiss Serpentina with all the passion she have: an endless kiss, that finally blow away all the anxiety from her heart, opening a new way to a new life for both.

The pain and sadness leave place to a future maybe difficult, but certainly bright, more then the sun who is painting of red the sky and the sea in front of their eyes while, on the battlefield, a messenger gallops to the castle of Ysindor ....

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.

Doug had to leave early in the morning on Sunday, and I was a little disappointed because I wanted one more go with that magnificent cock of his, but such is life. I took a long shower, soaping myself and allowing my hands to glide all over my body. After my shower, I got dressed and went down into my shop to do a little rearranging of some of my goods. I spent most of the day in there, cleaning the knick knacks and straightening up the vintage clothing section, all the while thinking about my night with Doug. Being dressed only in sweat pants and a sweatshirt, my body was easy access to my hands, and there were times I would be touching myself, lost in some erotic fantasy.

Clearing my thoughts I went down into the basement and brought up a few things that I had made space for in the shop. That’s when I heard what sounded like an old piano playing. It was very faint and sounded like it was coming from behind that locked door. But after just a few moments it was quiet again, so I dismissed it as my imagination and went back to my work.

Finished in the shop, I had a bite to eat for supper and popped into the shower to wash off the dirt and dust from the shop. After showering and still feeling a little randy, I slipped into my favorite robe. It was made in the 1930’s, it’s black, very sheer with fur on the cuffs, along the bottom hem and the opening. It has a fur belt to tie the robe closed with and when closed, the fur covers my nipples and pussy. I slipped into matching heeled slippers that also have black fur on them. I always wondered what stories this robe could tell if it could speak.

It was around 9 PM and I was watching the telly when I heard a noise coming from downstairs in the shop. I got my mobile and very quietly unlocked my apartment door to the stair case that leads into my shop. I opened the door slightly and peeked down the stairs. It was eerily quiet, but I was sure that noise came from the shop so I crept down the steps with my mobile in my hand ready to call emergency. The street light coming through the shop windows illuminated the store enough to see that there was no one there, so I decided to take a look around to try and determine what the noise was.

As I was passing by the door to the basement, I heard that piano sound again. It was only there for a moment, but I was sure it came from the basement. I always keep the cellar door locked, so I went back up to the apartment and got the key and a torch. Then, something inside me told me to get those old keys and bring them with me.

Once back downstairs I unlocked the cellar door, switched on the light and went down the steps. I roamed the basement listening for the piano, stopping dead in my tracks when I got to the now un-bricked archway. There was a light shining from under the door! I heard the piano again, this time it was louder! Feeling nervous, I tried the door. It was still locked. I then examined the old keys, switched on the torch and put it on an old bookcase so I could use both hands with the keys. There was one key which had something scratched into the shank of it which I could not quite make out.

I slid that key into the keyhole and turned it. I could feel the tumblers of the lock moving as the door unlocked. Plucking up some courage I opened the door and was met with a shimmering light that was opaque. I could not see into the room, just the shimmering light. I reached out to touch it and my hand went right through and I was instantly sucked inside with a jolt that knocked the keys and mobile from my hand.

I was in a dimly lit bar, that looked like a speakeasy from the 20’s. The décor was definitely from the past. There was a small bar that had a mirror behind it. Bottles of booze were on a shelf behind the bar. There was a leather sofa in the middle of the room with tables at each end. The tables had lamps on them and one table had a newspaper on it. The date of the newspaper was Sunday, June 17, 1928, exactly 84 years ago. There was another room off of the bar area, the door was open but it was dark. I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear voices and the sound of a piano was emanating from the dark room.

Sensing that I should leave I turned to the doorway that I just came through. I found that the door was now closed and I was unable to open it. The piano playing stopped, and I could hear that the voices were coming my way. I ran to the bar and crouched down behind the end of it trying to hide. I could hear 3 distinct male voices, they were laughing and saying something about having another one. I heard the lift door of the bar close and the sound of someone getting glasses and drinks being poured. I peeked up over the bar to take a look.

I could see 3 men. Two were wearing suits straight from the 1920’s and they were leaning into the bar, the third was taller but more slender, he was dressed in a white shirt with dark trousers being held up by suspenders and he was behind the bar wiping something with a cloth. One of the leaners looked up from his drink and our eyes met. “What have we here?” He said.

Knowing that I was caught I stood up and then realizing how I was dressed tried to cover myself with my hands, I ran to the door, but still could not get it opened.

“How did you get in here?” The bartender asked.

“Through this door.” I answered. I could feel their eyes devouring me.

“You’ve come through the portal.” The second leaner said. “You’ve gone into the past.”

The bartender explained that I have time traveled to this place, the day of the week, Sunday and the date June 17 matched the date of the newspaper. I wondered if that was the key that opened the portal. He told me that I was still in my shop’s basement, but in another time dimension. They introduced themselves to me in a most gentlemanly manner and I began to relax a bit. Steve and Jay were the two in suits and the bartender was named Tom. I asked about how I could get back to my time and they explained that I had to change the energy in the room in order to get the door opened.

When I asked how that was done, exactly, Steve came up to me and pulled me into his arms, while Jake got behind me and pressed himself against me. “It needs to be sexually energized.” Jay whispered into my ear. In a surreal way, as much as I didn’t want to, I could feel myself getting turned on by these men. I felt like I was in a trance as they led me to the sofa and we sat down with one of them on each side of me. Tom was drying some glasses and watching us.

Jay reached down the side of the sofa and did something that cause the back of the sofa to recline a little and pushed me back gently. Then he rose up slightly and kissed me. I couldn’t help myself and kissed him back.

Jay was kissing my mouth, pushing his tongue into me. Steve pulled my robe opened and they started tweaking and twisting my nipples. They were already super sensitive, I was getting so turned on and trying to hide it. My nipples had tightened like never before and they were looking long. They pushed the seat to a reclining position and pushed me on my back. They started suckling my nipples. The heat of their mouths felt amazing. Steve and Jay really knew what they were doing. They were biting and pulling and suckling really hard. Steve liked to bite all over my breast and he liked to squeeze hard too. Jay was really into my nipple. It seemed to grow even longer as he pulled on it. Jay’s hand went to my crotch. This was so embarrassing, I was soaking wet. He found my clitoris excited and poking out. Jay laughed as he felt my clit. He pushed two fingers inside while his thumb played with my button. I could feel my climax coming when he shoved the third fi nger in. I shuddered around it and had an amazing climax.

Tom had stopped his drying, opened the door on the bar and came around. “I want some of the action”, he said as he stripped. His penis was at least 9 inches and it looked as thick as my wrist. He pushed my legs as wide as they would go, then, hooked them over Jay and Steve. It was like my legs were in stirrups. He knelt on the floor and pulled me to the edge of the seat. Steve started kissing me, my mouth, my neck, my breast. Suddenly Tom pushed into me. I was really wet but he was big, almost too big for me. He pulled out and pushed again. He kept doing that till he was buried all the way. The throbbing was going down. I felt really stretched but could feel the quivers start. Tom started going faster. I came apart but he was still not done. My second climax came with his. I could feel him pump his load of cum into me.

As Tom withdrew, Jay and Steve got up and both stripped. Jay had really played with my nipple, biting, pulling and sucking it. He really played rough. It was sticking up more than an inch, red and proud. He was really aroused. He was even bigger than Tom. His penis had thick veins visible.

“Get on your knees on the floor.” Jay said as he got on his knees behind me. Tom propped himself up to watch. Steve sat on the seat and shoved his cock at my mouth. “Open up, you little vamp. Take all of it in.” As I tried to adjust to his dick in my mouth, Jay pushed his penis into my vagina. He was not at all gentle and pushed in all the way with one thrust. He was holding my hips in place as he slammed into me again and again. I was sucking Steve’s dick as if my life depended on it when I felt my climax ripping through me. Jay had cum inside me, and as he pulled out, I could feel the cum leaking out of me. Steve’s load shot down my throat as he climaxed. I swallowed as much of it as I could, losing some of it as it leaked past my lips and pooled on the floor.

I crawled onto the seat and lay back. I could feel all my unused muscles protesting. Steve pushed my legs apart and I could feel his breath on my crotch. Suddenly he pulled my labia wide apart and found my clit. He started licking and taking tiny bites and then suckling till it hardened. Jay and Tom seemed to be reviving. They started playing with my breasts. My nipples were already quite tortured and as they closed their mouths over them, I almost cried. Both of them were biting and suckling. With all of them working on me, I couldn’t handle the stimulation and helplessly climaxed. I was feeling really weak. Steve came on top of me, kissing my mouth quite deeply as he pushed into my spread legs equally deep. He lifted my legs to circle his waist as he pumped into me rhythmically. I could feel another climax starting deep inside. As his penis kept hitting my g-spot, my climax shot through me which made him come. I lost count of how many times I had come t hat night. All of us layed side by side on the reclined seat exhausted.

I woke up with a start and found myself alone in the speakeasy, lying on the reclined seat. There weren’t any lights, except for some sunlight coming through one of the small cellar windows. Completely naked, I stood up and took a moment to look at my surroundings.

The room was dim but I could recognize everything from the bar to the stools, to the tables to the newspaper. I found my robe on one of the end tables and put it on, then looked for my slippers. They had been kicked under the other table. I got them and put them on my feet. Then I went to the door and tried the knob. To my amazement, the knob turned, the door opened and I was back in the cellar of my shop. My mobile and the keys were on the floor, so I picked them up. The torch was still on the bookcase, but the batteries had run down. I checked the time on the mobile, it was 7:32 AM. I had been in that room all night.

I closed the door and locked it with the key, then went up to my apartment to shower and get dressed for the day. My muscles were sore from all the activity of the previous night and the heat of the shower felt good. I finished in the shower and got dressed for the day, having a bite of breakfast and a cup of coffee before going down to open the shop.

Later, after closing the shop at the end of the day, I got the old keys and went into the basement. When I reached the door I was a bit relieved but yet, a bit disappointed to not see a light from under the door. I unlocked it and opened it. The room was dark so I tried one of the lamps which, to my amazement, worked and illuminated the room. It was definitely a speakeasy that had been hidden away in my basement for all these years.

I straightened up the sofa’s back to its upright position and sat down. The newspaper was still on the table and I picked it up to look at it. It was a different paper, the date now read Saturday, August 11, 1928. I closed up the room and lock the door again. Then I went up to my apartment, brewed a cup of tea and I checked the calendar, I could feel myself smiling. “Hmmmmm…. The dates and the day of the week match. I wonder….” I marked the date on the calendar. The End

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.

“Please, listen to me.. I know you are frightened, but I am here to warn you..”

I step into the room and start closing in on her, her arms extended in defense, her mouth opening to let out a chilling cry. Quickly I step in, grab one hand and pull her to me, placing my free hand over her mouth, imprisoning her in my arms, pressing her naked body against me as I prevent her to call for help.

“I a here to warn you. In 15 minutes you will be arrested, suspected of espionage. I’m here to take you away. Do you understand me?”

Her eyes are still as big as her face allows, but I see the content of my message sinking in, stirring her ability to take decisions. Slowly she nods her head, her mouth still covered by my hand. The tension in her arms weakens until she rests her body against me willingly. Slowly I take my hand from her mouth, keeping it close to muffle any cry she might let out in a moment of carelessness.

“Arrested? I’ve been waiting for it… Will you take me away?”

“Yes.. be quiet and put your robe back on.. I have a plan..”

Her voice is soft but urgent, the desperation clear in her eyes, the clinging pressure of her body against me, signing me her fear. She untangles herself from my embrace, slips on her robe and tightens it around her. Her pleading eyes lock in with mine and quickly I take her hand, bringing her to the door. I open the door on a crack and look into the corridor. Empty.. Quickly I step outside, pulling her with me, then charging down the corridor to the staircase in big strides. I feel her tug on my arms, struggling to keep up with my speed. So be it for now.. We descend quickly and the path to the service door is free, allowing us to slip outside into the dark night without being noticed. From the inside, the door in the wall leading to the alley can be opened and dragging Mata Hari with me, I step outside.

I chose a winding path, turning corner after corner, listening carefully for the first signs of her escape noticed, knowing the police will invade the hotel in moments. I turn corner after corner, Mata Hari is hanging on to my hand, just her breathing from the fast walked is heard, her head continously turning backwards, her mind filled with fear of being caught. Then I hear the first, sharp sound of a whistle, calling all unifroms to the hotel. I hear running footsteps in the alley, coming towards us and in a desperate attempt to hide, flee into a courtyard, finding a shack and slamming the door shut behind us. The running feet pass the courtyard, accompanied by high pitched, urgent whistles.

The shed inside is as dark as the night sky and only the eyes of Mata Hari are visible, glistening, moving left and right in her fear. Pushed closed together in the small room, I suddenly feel her press her boy into me, leaning her head against my chest and wrapping her arm around my torso. She looks up to me, her eyes large and wide open like a animal caught in the search lights

“I’m scared.. What’s going to happen? I don’t even know your name.. Nor do I know why I followed you..”

Her arm tightens around me, pulling my face closer to hers. Her head tilts slightly as she pouts her lips. Her eyes start to close as our lips near eachother little by little. Her approach hesitant, reluctant but driven forward , wrapping herself in the promised protection of my arms. Our lips touch and carefully she kisses me, pulls back and looks into my eyes, askingly. Then she leans in again and kisses me, pressing her lips harder against my mouth as her body pushes into mine.

I can only answer her kiss, unable to withstand the fear-invoked desire burning in the eyes of the woman leaning against me. My arms fold automatically around her waist and I pull her into me. Her hand that held the robe closed around her body, looses its grip and the fabric slides off her body and piles around her feet in the floor. Naked, wearing just the decorations she used for her performance,  she pushes herself against my body and guides my hands to her buttocks. Her lips open and I feel the tip of my tongue pressing against my lips, slipping through and slide into my mouth as I open them.

Met with my tongue, she starts a slow dance in my mouth, circling and wrapping her tongue around mine. Soon the dance becomes faster, more passionate and transforms into a qild game of tag,. Tongues slipping and sliding around eachother, moving from mouth to mouth, attacking and retrieving. Her breathing becomes fasterm gasping for air in the short pauses of our kissing, her body moves in my hands, her hips grinding her pelvis into mine.

Desire starts to flame up in my body, the flames blazing, my body reacting strongly to the urgent situation and the call of Mata Hari’s body. The grip on her buttocks increases, my fingers digging into her tight globes, pulling her harder into me, letting her feel the desire that grows in my pants. She releases her grip around my neck, wriggles one hand between our bodies and frantic fingers start pulling on the button and zipper.

Urgently she pushes my pants down, folds her fingers around my member as it jumps into her hand and starts to stroke me against her naked skin. Her grip is firm, pulling the foreskin down and exposing my swollen head, milking precum from my shaft with her hand. The clear liquid is spread over her stomach, the scent mixing in with the sweet scent of her desire. She pushes her pelvis against my thigh, raises one leg and slides it around my waist, rubbing her pussy against my leg, her hips rocking back and forth slowly, fuelling the lust inside me. Our lips are still fused, our kisses becoming breaths against mouths, tongues flicking in and out, the urgent moves of our bodies preventing us to lock in with eachother again.

Her eyes have a feverish look as she slips from my embrace, turns in my arms and presses her buttocks against my throbbing member. She looks over her shoulder as she leans forward, spreads her legs and offers me her body, my member sliding through the crevass of her butt, the veined skin slipping over the moist, heated petals of her sex. Her voice a whisper as she outs her want, her body soft and welcoming..

“Fuck me… Now..”

She grabs my shaft just below the head, guides it down to the entrance of her sheath and pushes it between her lips. She takes my hands and places them on her hips, then slowly increase the pressure on my member, starting to slip it in, urging me to take control of her and push into her in a determined, relentless thrust. With a grunt I answer her call and push into her. Her slick channel tight, but not slowing down the glide into her, her cry out muffled as she pushes her hand against her mouth. With a single thrust I enter her, her sex enveloping the full length of my shaft, her lips stretched around the base of my member, pressed into my pelvis.

She leaves me no time to catch my breath or to get a hold on the situation. Her hips start to roll and she starts  move my member in and out of her channel. Directed by instinct, I pull her to me by her hips, the tilt of my hips bouncing her back as I slip back outside, only to pull her back into me agains and push my length into her. I hear the muffled moans from her mouth as I start to move against her. Our bodies moving in unison, moving faster and more intense with each push. Soft slaps start to sound as her buttocks hit my pelvis, my hips moving faster as I start to fuck her.

My conscious thoughts are driven from my mind by a storm of lust, the submittance of her body, the sudden desire sparking as adrenaline flowed strongly through our veins, my control slipping more and more as I take her hard and deep. Her moans becoming louder now, unable to keep her hand forced against her mouth, her body moved too hard back and forth. Her breasts flail on her chest, her hands finding am anchoring point to withstand the storm raging inside my body. Relentless I take her, feeling her sex getting wetter, her nectar flowing around my shaft, coating it, splattered against her inner thighs and pelvis each time my pelvis crashes into her body.

“Ik ga komen.. Ik ga komen.. Neuk me… Harder…Maak me klaar…”

She starts to chant, whispering the words in between gasps, the dutch words enouraging me even more, strengthening the movements of my hips, intensifying the drive into her sex. My hips moving furiously, each push caught and countered by her hips, rolling back and forth in perfect harmony. My balls swing upwards and hit her clit and lips, tightening with each slap, the pressure increasing as I race towards my release. My climax announces itself by flooding my body with heat, emitting from my core, rushing through my veins. My legs lock in, freezing, just my hips bucking into her as I push her tight against me. I grunt through my clenched teeth as my climax is released fully and I start to orgasm inside her.

The first spurts of semen are jetted into her as she starts to shake against me. Her sex starts to ripple and spasm, the rolling of her hips stopped as she pushes herself into me, receiving the blows of my member forced deep inside of her. A loud, high pitched scream is forced through her lips as she submits to the explosion of bliss inside her body. Moving frantically together, we revel in the deep seated sensations of our climax.

Locked in orgasm, I am unable to respond to the sounds I hear outside. Running feet, whistles blown, quick, harsh commands souding through the alley that lead to out escape. With her body pushed hard against me, my mind struggling to take over control and pull myself from her body, locked inside of her, I hear the the footsteps closing in, the door tested by strong shoulder. Before I can free myself from the intimate lock of our bodies. The door flings open and something heavy lands on my head. Everything turns black around me as I slip to the floor, knocked out by a baton.

The light is comfortably dimmed when I open my eyes again, a stinging head ache blurring my sight until I blink a few times. I look around confused, the feel of Mata Hari still on my body, her scent still in my nose, blanketting my conscious thoughts. As my eyes shoot through the room, they meet the eyes of a man, looking at me woriedly. Immediatly I push my chair back and find backing against the wall, strecthing my arms out in a defensive pose*

“Don’t be scared. It;s me, professor Tempus..”

I recognise my history professor immediatly. The freindly eyes half hidden by the reading glasses on his nose, the calm smile around his lips.

“Professor? What..? How..? What are you doing here?”

“I noticed that you found the book..”

Puzzled I look at him. How does he know about the book. My mind starts to go into overdrive, processing the events of the past hours.

“The scribbles in the margin are yours..”

“Yes, the first time I met Mata Hari, was in 1957. I met her a few more times after that. Only after my last visit I finally understood..”

“Understood what professor?”

The old man starts to raise his hand, his fingers starting to caress the white, small beard covering his skin. He turns inwards, pulling back into himself, before he looks back at me and smiles.

“Tell me, did you make love to her?”

My face turns red, answering the question for me.

“How you made love to her, wasn’t it your deepest fantasy?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with this all?”

I see the professor relax, finding comfort in his own territory as scholar.

“History is only history. A guess of true events, based on documents, artefacts and every day objects. But what really took place, we will never know. Maybe you went back in time, tried to save her. Maybe you will try again and again, but events in the past cannot be latered. They are as they are. The world is still the same, despite your attempts.”

He pauses and takes a deep breath, checking if I am still with him. I listen silently, having slipped back into my chair.

“The book has powers. It allows the one that knows its secret, to slip into a fantasy that is real, as real as we are in this room right now. Those powers are released only at specific times and they offer the fulfillment of the deepest fantasies”

“Do you mean the dates and weekday have match? I found out that the dates in the margin were all on the same weekday”

“Yes, the key is the date. You can only visit Mata Hari once every 5-6 years. Sometimes longer. But all women described in the book can be visited. You only have to find the right lock, you already know how to use the key..”

“But professor, did this all happen or didn’t?”

“Does it matter my boy? You look happy enough not to let that be a concern. Use the book for the right purpose. Have fun finding the locks hidden in the pages but never forget, you can’t alter history. It won’t allow you..”