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| Illustration for "ALEXANDRA AND THE DAUGHTERS OF THE REVOLUTION" created by the author. Copyright © 2011-2025 Stephen J. Williams. |
First published: currently unpublished
Status: IN DEVELOPMENT.
Revisions: 0 [Last revised unknown]
Version: Working draft copy.
Published Episode No. 00
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Next episode: NONE
Angel-in-charge: Francis
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 0 - 486281 - 9 – 1778
A 'TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' series original story is the version that this 'Alexandra' episode is based upon and NOT a 'Jericho Tibbs' legacy episode.
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THIS EPISODE MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS:SMOKING - ALCOHOL USE - VIOLENCE [INCLUDING SEXUAL VIOLENCE & BDSM] - STRONG LANGUAGE - GRAPHIC HARD SEX REFERENCES INCLUDING PROSTITUTION AND DIVERSE SEXUAL PRACTISES - DRUG REFERENCES - ANTI-RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS AND OPINIONS - HUMAN TRAFFICKING - COMMENTS AND BEHAVIOUR THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE BUT WERE CONSIDERED 'NORMAL' IN THE TIME PERIOD. |
IF YOU ARE BELIEVE YOU MAY BE OFFENDED BY ANYTHING CONTAINED IN THIS WRITTEN WORK, THEN DON'T READ IT AND CLOSE THE PAGE! CAUTION: “THIS EPISODE COULD CONTAIN VERY STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE [including sexual violence] HORROR AND GRAPHIC, STRONG SEXUAL REFERENCES. RECOMMENDED suitable for persons aged 18+ years only.”  |
The girls galloped the horses along Turner’s Pike and turned through the trees, progressing down a muddy dirt road, damp with the early morning spring rain, until they reached the end of the stone wall and found the drab grey gate. They dismounted, holding their skirts up a little from the surface mud, and walked their horses through the gate. Alice pointed up the gentle slope and Alex could see the barn some yards away. “That’s it, just like I said. I took shelter with Romeo there [she gave her horse a gentle slap] and watched the rain falling. It was actually quite beautiful until you look down and see the English tents. There weren’t many troopers around because of the rain. All cowering in their tents from good honest American rain.” She smiled a little at that, then turned serious as Alex listened with growing interest.
“That’s when I heard the noise behind me – like a small crack of thunder - and I could see the bright light even though I had my back to it. I turned quickly and saw him, rising from the straw covered floor. At first, I thought he had been struck by lightning: he was smoking! But I could feel an intense cold, like I had stepped into an icy river. He stood and brushed himself down and checked what I think was a small trinket box, then he looked up and saw me. He clearly wasn’t pleased, but he sort of smiled, grabbed up his hat and strode past me, like nothing incredible had happened. I watched him stride down the slope and through the gate. He was dressed as an English Calvary Officer; a Dragoon. I think he walked up the path and past the English sentry post and into the camp. The soldiers never challenged him, so they must have known him. I was actually shaking a little, I do confess.” Alice finished her story as they reached the barn and walked inside.
Alex asked Alice to secure the horses and as she did so, it gave her time to check her mirror. It wasn’t good news: a time portal had recently been opened in this very place and one human had jumped through, from the year 1959.She quickly pushed her mirror into her riding cloaks pocket as Alice returned, walking straight up to Alex, and pushing her arms around her. She gripped her tightly and smiled with real anticipation. “Well, you’ve got me here and you must keep your promise!” Alex also smiled and pushed her arms around Alice, Oh well, a promise is a promise, she thought and slowly pulled Alice closer, and their lips met. They kissed gently at first, then more passionately with Alice pulling her down behind a pile of hay, just under the big window. Alex was a little surprised to find Alice had her hand right up her skirt and her soft gentle hand and probing fingers had found her fanny. Alice caressed it with some force and strength while her tongue thoroughly examined Alex’s mouth. Both girls were panting a little from the excitement of each other’s touches. Alice now really groped Alex’s vagina, like she was looking for a lost fortune. Alex reciprocated by pushing her hand into Alice’s fanny and found it soaking and yielding easily to her caress. That’s when Alex had to giggle, much to Alice’s delight.
“What the hell have you got in there?” She asked and Alice just smiled, “My favourite little toys, a string of wooden balls, shaped like eggs and on a string. I saw them in one of my uncle’s old manuscripts from China. Apparently Chinese women swear by them and now I know why. I’ve already cum a couple of times on the ride over here!” She lay back, pulling up her skirt and petticoats, opening her legs and looked hopefully at Alex, who just smiled: she knew what the girl wanted, and she was more than happy to provide. Alex’s head disappeared between those long open legs and her mouth, tongue, lips and fingers went to work with real skill and Alice groaned almost immediately because another orgasm – bigger that the two on her horse – was on its way. Her legs kicked a little and she grabbed handfuls of straw and drew sharp little breaths begging Alex not to stop between gritted teeth.
Alex had no intention of stopping, she was now very wet herself and wished she had a set of those magic balls packed into her fanny. Alice watched wide eyed as Alex took hold of the exposed string and slowly started to pull the eggs from her vagina, one at a time, very slowly. Each egg popped out and Alice groaned with pleasure. Alex was surprised as they just kept coming! The last [and seventh!] egg flopped from Alice’s soaking cunt, followed by her orgasm. Alex carried on with her tongue and Alice swore that she almost fainted as Alex cleaned her now gaping vagina up.
After kissing – now really passionately and frantically – the girls changed over and Alice went to work on Alex who stroked the girls hair and whispered passionate encouragement, not that Alice need any. She feasted upon it with real strength, a little brutally, Alex thought, but didn’t tell her to calm down as a little orgasm escaped and Alex moaned gently under the delicious and sustained assault. That’s when the girls stopped and lay still and silent. They could hear voices, men’s voices and they were coming from the direction of the barn’s big doors. The girls quickly pushed their skirts down and pulled straw from their hair and clothes as the voices drew closer. Alice pressed a finger to Alex’s lips and whispered hoarsely, “Troopers! They must be fetching feed for the damn horse’s.” Both girls sat quietly, then they clearly heard a gruff voice asking about the horses tied to the staircase, which led to the hayloft.
Both girls stared at each other and knew the men would walk away with the horses, so action was required, or it would be a long walk back to Alice’s father’s house and probably most of it in the gathering gloom of night. Not the best time or place for two young women to be on their own. Alex sighed and checked her dress, “Come on, we will just walk past them and grab the horses like their [the troopers] not there. If they ask us what we’re doing, we’ll say that we were resting the horse’s and now must get home before dark.” Alice took a deep breath and nodded. They both stood and saw three English Dragoon troopers examining their horses. Alice was really impressed by the way Alex just strolled from behind the hay bails and headed for their horses. She followed, trying to look as calm and confidant. All three troopers turned with some surprise as the girls walked to the horses. Alex – with some confidence and poise - said “Good afternoon gentlemen.” And took hold of her mounts reins. Alice couldn’t bring herself to say anything and just smiled.
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