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| Illustration for "ALEXANDRA AND THE YANKLEE SUBMARINE SPIES" 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First published: currently unpublished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
Previous episode: NONE.
Next episode: NONE
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 0 - 037501 - 9 – 1863
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.”  |
Troy nodded and Alex grabbed the hem of her huge and cumbersome Crinoline dress and pulled it up, “Get under and for God sakes, stay quiet and still.” She said as the engineers were now almost at the door. Without hesitation Troy scrambled under and Alex dropped her dress and smoothed it down. She pulled her delicate little fan from her bag and swept it across her face as the door opened and the four men sauntered in.
“Afternoon y’all. I was told that a mister Beau Gardiner was here, working hard for our proud Confederacy. I have some news that he may rejoice in. Are one of you fine young men him?” Alex spoke with a perfect Southern ‘Belle’ accent and all the men quickly removed their hats. A big strapping man with a huge black beard stepped forward and bowed a little. “I be mister Beau Gardiner ma’am, at your service.” Alex curtsied [as best she could with Troy now between her legs!] and swished her fan shyly across her face, “I be mighty pleased to make your acquaintance mister Gardiner. Please excuse the lack of a proper introduction but I have a most urgent message for you. It concerns your little project. Don’t be alarmed, it’s news that will make your heart rise and with it our beloved Confederacy!”
Beau was immediately intrigued and wondered who the hell this absolutely beautiful woman was and how she knew about his most secret project. Alex smiled, “A certain Colonel Saunders of Richmond has sent me with such good news. He believed a woman carrying such an important communication would not be suspected by all those horrid Yankee spies that, like vermin, infest our beautiful and sacred land.” Now that did make Beau smile, Colonel Saunders was known to him and was a spy master for the south and controlled a cell of agents that had infiltrated Washington itself. His reputation had been hard earned and it was known he only employed the best agents who were totally loyal to the south. Beau scratched his beard and nodded, “My sweet lady, what message of joy do you carry?”
Alex knew the secret passwords because they had been recorded in several
books about the spies of the Civil War and she now smiled and leaned forward, covering
her face with the fan. “I must ask mister Gardiner, how many stars are there in
Eden?”
Beau now really smiled, “Why sweet lady, God himself placed thirteen over Eden.” [It was a reference to the thirteen stars on the confederate flag, the Confederacy supposedly being ‘Eden’ - now that's some stretch of the imagination.....]
Alex dropped her fan and smiled, “Listen closely, I will say this only once [she always wanted to say that!] There is a young engineer arriving today by train called monsignor Jericho Tibbs. Like your good self, he’s an engineer of exceptional talent. He carries a little miracle of engineering wonder that he built. A machine no bigger than a shoebox which produces oxygen that can fill a ballroom and it works for hours. Your little ship that sinks could stay under water for hours and travel many miles undetected with such a device. Colonel Saunders believes you will be very interested in such a machine. But we must take care, there is a gang of Yankee spies on his tail, and we must act carefully. The future of our beloved country is at stake.”
She gave a little yelp, then smiled. Troy had found that her pantaloons were crotch less [they all were, it made going to the toilet easy with a huge dress and petticoats] and his tongue had found her fanny and he was helping himself to a taste of paradise. “Sorry, I get excited that little old me is helping our country to overthrow the dictators from the north.” Beau just nodded again, he sometimes became excited about winning the war with his invention. Alex licked her lips and smiled. Troy had discovered her clitoris and was working it with his large tongue and nibble fingers. Alex had to take a deep breath: he was really hitting the spot. Beau took her hand and kissed it, “Sweet lady, you certainly bring good news. That was our only remaining problem, staying under water long enough to approach the enemy ships undetected. If this device can do that, we will break the Yankee blockade and victory will be ours!”
The three other men all announced their agreement with his conclusion, and they slapped their thighs with their hats in joy.
Alex clapped her hands and rolled her eyes. Troy was doing wonders under her skirt, and she was close to an orgasm already. He certainly knew how to eat a woman's oyster and Alex actually believed his tongue had a life of it's own. His lips and that wonderful tongue had fastened onto her swollen clitoris like a barnacle on a whales back and now her legs were trembling in anticipation of her fanny spurting like a soda syphon on steroids. “The mouth forever!” she shouted, then quickly changed it to, “The south forever!” All the four men raised their hats in agreement. Composing herself she tapped Beau’s arm; “But you must hurry my brave and good hero, that train arrives at four o’clock and them filthy Yankee spies could be right behind!”
Beau nodded again and grabbed her hand and kissed it several times whilst Alex groaned a little and wished him Godspeed on his vital task for the south. He smiled and said quietly; “I go for the south and you Miss….Miss…” Alex smiled; “Why it’s Miss Alexandra Jackson of Rose County and yes, thank God, I am related to that great and much-lamented General who now sits at God’s right hand.” [Alex is talking about the famous Confederate General ‘Stonewall’ Jackson who had been killed earlier in the war.] Beau was most reluctant to release her hand, but he walked away, waving his hat at her, with his three colleagues following, now all in high spirits.
With some relief Alex moaned loudly, her legs were shaking a little as she finally orgasmed under the skilled tongue and fingers of Troy. He crawled from under her dress and grinned, licking his lips. “Now that’s what I call a damn good hiding place Miss Alexandra and the views were spectacular, not to mention the snacks provided!”
Alex gave his head a gentle slap and smiled; “You’re a very, very naughty
young man.” She gestured to the old chair by the window, “Now get yourself in
that chair with your pants down you naughty boy!” Troy was in the chair in
seconds with his trousers down. Alex stared at his cock and wasn’t disappointed,
so she squatted over him, one hand grasping his already moist and erect cock,
guiding it into her fanny with some skill. Once inside, she dropped her skirt
and petticoats, slowly moving her hips back and forth. Young Troy groaned a
little and held those hips firmly. He really wished they were both stark naked
and fucking hard in a local barn. But he was happy with this: very happy.
“I ain’t never been with a white woman before Miss Alexandra, only girls on the plantation that were told to breed with me. Some liked it, other’s didn’t. But I have made five babies for that bastard master of mine. Adding to his fortune with my seed. I expect that you’ll swell up too if I finish in you. I’ll pull out before I do that.” Alex turned and ran a hand over his face. “No, you can finish as you please Troy darling. Don’t worry your head about giving me a black baby, it will be fine.” Troy now grinned again and started to thrust upwards as Alex pushed down. “Thank you, Miss Alexandra!” he said with some joy and the fucking started in earnest, with Alex keeping a close eye on the window and the dirt road that led up to the old cabin. Another little orgasm swept over her, and she groaned a little, which encouraged Troy to fuck harder. He wanted to please her, and he certainly was doing that.
Alex was now bent over the chair with young Troy behind, pounding her like his life depended on it. She gripped the back of the chair and groaned, cussing a little as she had another little orgasm. He gripped her hips and thrusted hard, then suddenly groaned and thanked God and all his angels. He had shot his load into Alex and she felt every little drop. She peered over her shoulder at the sweating and smiling young man. "I think we should really find the time to do this properly; naked I mean." She said quietly and smiled. Troy just groaned and then grinned; "I won't argue with that Miss, but I think we did it properly already!" They both chuckled as his limp cock slipped from her sodden fanny and slapped against his thighs; he eased it into his scruffy trousers and wiped his face and neck with a gaudy red hankie. Alex stood and straightened her dress and petticoats, then smiled to herself: the bloody thing may be like wearing a tent but it's certainly useful for some things!
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