EPISODE PROLOGUE:
“London 1892, a bad pneumonia epidemic is raging across the country and many people have succumbed to the infection. But Paul Percival doesn’t intent to stay around and catch it. He’s off to 1960 to stay a while and avoid any infection; thanks to his grandfather clock! But Jericho Tibbs and Team 74 are on his case, it appears – on this trip – that he’s altered the current timeline and caused all sorts of problems. Jericho is tasked to sort it out whilst Alex - of course - discovers if the 1960's were that really sexually liberated!”
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Published on-line Episode No. 00
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Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 9 - 690346 - 0 - 1892
OTHER INFORMATION:
Currently none apparently
AGE RECOMENDATION:
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. |
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Alex shone the torch around the grand hallway and very quietly closed the door. All she could hear was the ticking of the huge and ornate grandfather clock standing by the study door. She was impressed by it’s beauty and so approached it for a better look. “Christ, that must be worth a fortune and is really old.” She whispered to herself and pulled her mirror from a pocket and read with interest that it had been made in 1745 in Vienna by a master clock smith. Then her mirror flashed: it was reporting a time portal!
The closer she got to the clock, the stronger the signal became and Alex knew the big timepiece contained a time portal. That’s when her sharp eyes noticed the strange dials below the magnificent clock face. She stared at them for a few minutes and then realised what they were and what they meant. She carefully opened the glass cabinet that covered the face and with a gentle finger, moved the little hand to one on the first, then changed the second dial to seven, then the third to nine and finally the last dial to zero.
The three smaller dials below showed months and days and a strange clock face with twenty-four hours showing. She set the dial to July 13th at one o’clock and slowly opened the large cabinet door and peered in. There was no swinging pendulum, just darkness – really black darkness – and she shone her mirror in: it made little difference. “Oh well, in for a penny.” She said quietly and stepped in, closing the door behind her.
She stood in the utter blackness for a second or two and then realised that she could hear voices outside the clock, but couldn’t make out the conversation. Then there was silence and she slowly opened the door to see that there was no-one in the now brightly lit hallway. She realised that she was in a completely different house with a grand staircase and numerous doors in the spacious hallway. There was a slight smell of flowers and alcohol wafting around the place and Alex smiled. “Someone’s having a party, I believe.” She muttered and stepped out and checked her mirror; it was July 13th 1790 and she was now in Vienna! That’s when the sound of laughing and loud conversations floated down the grand staircase. “Sounds like someone is having fun.” She muttered and headed up the stairs to a very grand gallery. All the noise was coming from a bright red door at the end of the corridor and she headed there, carefully looking about. It was slightly ajar and so Alex peered in. To her surprise she actually giggled and smiled broadly, “Now that’s unusual for 1790!” She whispered, a little amazed at the sight of several almost naked men and women dancing in the large room to a equally naked band of four men and one large woman, who was playing the violin with some unbridled passion. The two young maids who were carrying trays of champagne were also naked apart from aprons and mop caps. Alex was drawn to a strapping young man with long dark hair [unusual for the times] who looked like an athlete. He was moving with real grace and poise, like a professional dancer and when he turned, holding his very pretty partner’s hand, she saw that he was truly blessed!
“Sweet Jesus! He needs a bloody licence for that.” She said to herself and giggled again. That’s when a voice behind asked “Can I help you madam?” Alex almost jumped in surprise but quickly composed herself and turned, smiling. The young man was stark naked apart from a silver tray, with his long dark hair tied by a black ribbon. His eyes where dark and bright and he was certainly handsome by any standard. Alex immediately noticed the scar across his muscular chest and the small mark on his shoulder: it was a healed bullet wound. Then her eyes [she couldn’t help it!] strayed lower and she had to smile again. If the naked dancer needed a licence, then this young man needed a cage! She shook herself and spoke to his face; “I believe I’m lost sir.” She said very quietly and stared again at his very impressive manhood. It twitched and moved a little, like a snake rising up and that made her smile even more. He followed her eyes and also slowly smiled.
“Well, if you need any help madam, may I be of assistance?” He said quietly as Alex watched him erecting in front of her and it made her lick her lips and she replied slowly; “I’m sure you can young man. But I think we best discuss my needs in private. I don’t want to disturb the party – yet.” He nodded and gestured down the hallway, “Follow me please madam.” And she did.
The bed was bouncing with the exertions of the pair as Alex rode the happy young man like a desperate jockey. He gripped her hips and watched those big breasts swinging in time with her thrusts. “You dance wonderfully madam.” He groaned and Alex placed her hands on the shuddering headboard and moved back and forth with some passion and determination. His big cock had filled her and she was enjoying every inch. He slapped her quivering bum a couple of times but Alex didn’t need any encouragement and she groaned a little: her stomach was a little tight and she could feel an orgasm already on the way. He sensed it too and pulled her down, their mouths coming together with some passion, the tongues meeting for the first time. He trusted upwards with some strength and speed which did the trick: Alex came with a shuddering that racked her body. He quickly turned her into the missionary position and now really did push his hard magnificent cock home. He fucked her hard and fast and she loved it, moaning between kisses.
The impromptu lovers changed position into the ‘doggy’
and Alex gripped a couple of pillows as he rammed her from behind, his big
hands gripping her hips as she backed against him. They were performing like synchronized
swimmers in perfect harmony with each other and another little
orgasm racked Alex’s body and she groaned loudly, telling him not to stop. He
didn’t need that instruction and fucked her even harder. She found her head
buried in the pillows with her arse in the air. He inserted a couple of fingers
into her butt hole and she appreciated that too. Alex groaned; “Fuck me! I’ve
been a naughty girl!” The young man laughed and slapped her bum hard with both
hands. “How naughty madam?” He asked and Alex whispered; “Very naughty.” So he
spanked her wobbling bum cheeks hard for about a minute, before rubbing them
gently and started to fuck her again. That triggered a big orgasm and Alex had
to grip the pillows as her body convulsed with pleasure. The young man
certainly knew how to please a woman like her.
She groaned and rolled her eyes as she heard the gentle buzz of her mirror calling from her ornate little handbag. It would have to wait, well, until the young man finished anyway. With some reluctance she guided his cock from her vagina to her bum hole, guessing he wouldn't last too long buried in there. Alex must be part clairvoyant because her fucked her willing back passage for less than ten minutes before emptying his load in there. The pair lay gasping and panting and the young man eased slowly from the bed and dressed: he bowed and said a quiet 'Thank you Ma'am.' She just nodded and smiled, sitting up on her elbows. No sooner than he disappeared through the door, Alex grabbed her mirror: it was Owen saying that the missing soul 'Paul Percival' had been recorded jumping to London in 1960 and they would be leaving soon, Supplies were already on scene and Jericho needed to brief everyone.
Alex groaned and slipped from the bed, gathering up her clothes and dressing quickly: she really needed a good soaking in a warm bath, but a quick shower was all she really had time for. She operated her mirror and found herself walking quickly across the gravel to the old lighthouse. Then she thought about the 1960's and so called 'Swinging London' and actually smiled: she would certainly find out if it was as sexually liberated as history records it!
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