Timewalker pt 1a
‘I’m tired of watching my men die!’
Alicia took a deep breath, composing herself to face him. Maybe she was wrong…
"How much time do we have left?" she asked him, her voice trembling only a little bit.
"I don’t know. They don’t know. It’s something new," he confided in her. "A few months, maybe a year, maybe two, if I’m lucky."
"How about forever?" she asked, gazing into his eyes.
"I’d love that… Wait! I’m not going to agree to a suicide pact with you!" he declared, beginning to get angry.
Alicia blinked several times. "Suicide? I’m not going to kill myself, no matter how bad I feel – I love Zachary too much to abandon him now, even for you!"
"Well, that’s nice to hear, I suppose," Walter admitted. "Who’s Jackie? It sounded like you know something. Is there going to be some kind of epidemic?"
"Jackie is…" she hesitated, thinking about her options. "She's someone I have to go see."
She turned away, then stopped, turned back and kissed him, then turned away again.
"Right now?" he asked, surprised as she disappeared into her word-study.
"No, but shortly," she called out, then turned back and looked at him from the doorway. "Very shortly. I’ll see you when I get back."
Then the door was closed and Walter was standing alone in the hallway.
‘Well, now she knows.’
‘What is it she knows?’
‘I don’t have a clue. She acts like she can fix this.’
‘It’s going to kill her to find out there are some things even she can’t fix. There’s no hope for a cure – ‘
‘No, not this late in the game… But she’ll keep fighting – right down to the last hurrah.’
‘The last Hurrah? Very funny!’
Walter frowned. Sometimes the voice in his head said things he didn’t understand. But the voice in his head had led him to Alicia. And she was truly the treasure it had promised she would be.
Quietly, he opened the door to Zachary’s room. He watched his son sleeping.
‘Take good care of her, son. She’s priceless. And she’s going to need your love and protection.’
He closed the door gently and went into his bedroom to prepare for sleep. He could hear his wife’s voice indistinctly through the walls of her study. He couldn’t make out the words, but she was talking to another woman. She sounded agitated – the way she sounded when she was pushing through some important project.
‘It’s nice to know I’m important to her. I wish she’d realize that I don’t want her help – I only want her love.’
‘You have her love. If she succeeds, you may even have a future…’
He slept alone that night. The next morning she was gone, but there was someone there to take care of his son. After verifying her credentials, he left them both and went to work.
‘She didn’t even say ‘goodbye’…’
Chapter 8 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The convention hall was crowded with booths and chattering people. Frank and Tanya were with Jake and Béla, making their way slowly through the maze.
"So, why did you bring us here again?" Tanya wanted to know.
She looked at Frank, her husband, with some trepidation.
"It’s a party!" Jake told them both. "This is where all the SAM clubs get together every year. Me and Béla became members of one a couple of years ago. Béla likes this better than the Target Club she used to have. And the sex is incredible!"
"Well, if there’s incredible sex going on, Béla will sniff it out," Frank mused, then he smiled nervously at Jake, realizing he’d just called Jake’s wife a slut.
"You should know, old boy," Jake said, smiling, rebuffing him. "You had her for thirty years before I met her. But it only took me one day to steal her away from you."
He grinned at Frank, daring him to contest his little truth.
"Well, I’m glad you took her off my hands," Frank said, rising above the T-juice that was starting to flow between them. "Look what I have now!"
They both looked at Tanya. She had the decency to blush. Frank grinned, feeling smug and pleased.
‘I’ve had Béla, but you’ll never have Tanya…’
"Look," interjected Tanya, "I know you two don’t really get along, but we came here to enjoy this little affair. So let’s! Shall we?"
"Would you like to check out the new bondage products with me?" Béla asked.
Frank and Tanya both agreed. They waded through the crowd toward one of the booths on the far wall that was displaying a sign high above it that said "Skewer-Bot". On the way, Jake spotted someone he thought he knew and begged off.
‘Where’s he going?’ Tanya thought at Béla. ‘He’s broadcasting a really weird sex flow.’
‘He knows one of the bondage slaves,’ Béla thought back. ‘He has a crush on her. If she’s here he’ll probably fuck her.’
‘That doesn’t bother you?’ asked Tanya.
‘Of course not!’ Béla replied. ‘He wants me to meet her, too. Besides, let me show you something… ‘
Béla remembered what had happened during their very first visit to a bondage club and broadcast the image to Tanya.
"Wow!" Tanya said, out loud. "That’s incredible! I’m really jealous!"
"What?" Frank wanted to know.
Tanya had Béla show him, too.
"You want to do that?" Frank asked. "You ought to invite her over to try out your iron maiden."
"Yes," Béla said, "I definitely want to finally visit you guys and play in Tanya’s little sanctuary – only one man allowed in at a time, though."
That was the problem. Tanya and Béla couldn’t get together and play because that would leave Frank and Jake together. It just wouldn’t be fair to tear each other up having vampire sex and then find out that Jake and Frank had gotten into each other, too – with their fists.
In the meantime, Jake was wandering through the section where different bondage techniques were being demonstrated. There were naked girls everywhere, tied into various positions. Some were hanging from beams constructed solely for the purpose of hanging up bound girls. That was where he found Foxy.
She was hanging by the metal rings surgically implanted deep into her body. Someone wearing a rubber body suit that was only displaying a single area of flesh – his dick – was fucking her.
Jake watched as the man’s pounding viciously jarred Foxy, her rings cruelly yanking on her breasts and belly where they were mounted. Jake was surprised that they didn’t simply tear out of her. He looked at her face as she hung helpless, with her hands cuffed behind her. Her neck was completely relaxed, letting her head fall back at right angles to her back. Her eyes were wet and there was drool coming out of her mouth as her head shook limply back and forth from the pounding she was getting.
After a moment, the ‘rubber man’ was finished with her. She hung there, gasping and sobbing for a moment, trying to get her tortured body to relax. Then, her pain-filled eyes slowly focused on Jake. She tried to smile.
"Hi, Jake," she said, trying to sound cheerful. "You upside down."
"So are you, Foxy," Jake replied, grinning at her. "How long you been hanging there?"
"I dunno," Foxy said. Her throat sounded dry and her words were somewhat slurred. She was too exhausted to put much effort into pronunciation. "All day. Hung here this morning."
"Good God!" Jake exclaimed.
"Wanna fuck me?" Foxy asked. "Won’ feel so bad knowin’ it you down there…"
"No! Yes!" Jake exclaimed. "I want to get you down!"
"Please don’t," Foxy pleaded. " ’f he’s watching he’ll punish me. He always punish me when you nice to me…"
Her voice was so… disembodied… that Jake’s stomach was starting to churn with his concern for her.
"Then why are you always so glad to see me?" he asked, confused.
"Cause, it means I matter," she sighed. "You fuck me now. Don’ be too gentle."
"I can’t," Jake confessed, blinking back his tears for her.
"Please," she pleaded. "He’ll beat me…"
"Foxy," Jake started to explain.
"Then feed me," Foxy said, still pleading. "You can do that without being hard. I’m thirsty anyway."
"What?" Jake asked.
He didn’t believe what he was being asked to do.
"Put you dick in my mouth and jus cut loose," she explained, putting more effort into getting her words understood.
He hesitated. Foxy could tell he was preparing to flee.
"It’s the only thing I’m permitted to drink while I’m hanging here," she cried. "Please, I’m so thirsty…"
Jake was so disgusted with himself. He knew he was going to do it. Foxy actually wanted him to.
‘To relieve her thirst!’
He walked up to her and opened the front of his pants. Then his soft dick was in her mouth. She expertly massaged it with her tongue, being unable to move her head much because of the way she was bound. Then she gently gripped his dick with her teeth and jerked her head slightly sideways.
The sudden pain caused him to jerk, then he was pissing into her mouth.
‘Holy Christ! She's swallowing it!’
He listened as she made little grunts of pleasure with each swallow. He concentrated on stopping the flow of his urine. She repeated her nipping and jerking action to get him started again with a growl of frustration coming from her throat.
‘She likes this!’ he realized, feeling sick, inside. ‘She likes the way she’s treated. When she’s beaten, she believes it’s because what she does is important to her master.’
After a moment, she released his dick from her mouth. He looked down. Urine had dribbled out her nose, out of the sides of her mouth and up into her eyes and hair. She was blinking the sting of it out of her eyes as he watched.
"Goodbye, Jake," she said, her voice much stronger. "I’ll remember you were nice to me."
"What makes you think I won’t come back?" Jake asked, not understanding how she knew.
She didn’t say anything until he turned to go.
"They never come back," she whispered sadly, almost too faint for him to hear.
~~~~~
Frank and Tanya were gazing raptly at the stage. Béla grinned, watching how excited they were. She could easily see the thoughts in each of their heads as they imagined how they could put the device that was being demonstrated to use.
‘They truly are a perfect match for each other,’ Béla realized as she watched her dearest friends holding onto each other.
Béla allowed herself to feel sad for a moment, wishing that she and Jake were a better match. She truly loved him, and didn’t live well without him. But, except for his understanding of her sexual needs and his willingness to mutilate her, they had practically nothing in common.
‘Except for Lisa. We both love Lisa.’
"You have to get me one of those," Tanya insisted.
Then the demonstrator asked for a volunteer.
"Me!" Tanya yelled. Several other people were hollering, too. He looked over the crowd, then spied Tanya’s bouncy blond hair, her goofy grin, her fabulous boobs bounding up and down inside her blouse and her waving arms. "Me! Me!"
"Come up here, little lady!" he called out.
He reached down and Tanya grabbed his arm. Frank helped to boost her up to the stage. He grinned widely at the demonstrator, letting him know it was all right for him to use his girlfriend to demonstrate the sex robot. The demonstrator gave Frank a strange, confused look.
"You sure she wants to do this?" he asked, oddly concerned, seemingly for her safety.
"Sure!" Frank said, smiling. "She wanted to do it the instant she saw that thing!"
The demonstrator shook his head and turned back to the crowd.
"Do I need to do anything?" Tanya asked, jutting her breasts out and using her best ‘Tootsie’ voice.
"You just stand there, honey, and make everybody happy." The crowd laughed.
Frank laughed too, realizing that Tanya loved to play the dumb blonde who’s too sexy for her own good.
"Okay," she grinned out at the audience.
There was a smattering of applause. She actually curtsied.
"Now, gentlemen," he said, then including Tanya, "and lady, of course. This debonair young femme fatale is going to be ravaged and then skewered by yon robot. Pay attention, gentlemen, this could be the beginning of the end of any use that women have for men."
More laughter.
"Robby, come over here, will you?"
The robot rolled forward.
"Disrobe that lovely creature."
The robot turned and rolled toward Tanya, who, pretending nervousness, minced backward a few steps.
"Relax, honey," he said magnanimously. "It’s only sex right now. With a figure like yours, I’m sure you’re familiar with it."
Tanya stood still, poised like a startled deer, and then slowly pushed her chest forward, inviting the robot to disrobe her. The crowd went nuts with lewd yelling and whistling.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please. Contain yourselves," said the demonstrator into the microphone. "I would hate to have the show closed for disorderly conduct before the skewer-bot has even disrobed the lovely young lady…"
The crowd immediately calmed down. Béla laughed.
"What is it?" Frank asked.
"These perverts want to see the robot take Tanya apart," she mused, "not just take her clothes off. That announcer knows that, too. Should be an interesting show."
The robot had Tanya’s blouse unbuttoned. It was having trouble getting the blouse off. It kept getting snagged on her bra cups.
"Oh, good grief!" Tanya exclaimed, yanking the blouse out of the robot's mandibles and taking it off. "You’re almost as bad as a man!"
The crowd laughed at the jest on themselves.
"You probably won’t be able to manage the shorts, either," Tanya said, sliding them down.
She wiggled her legs and hips to keep her shorts from turning inside out as she lowered them. She got lots of whistles and cheers. She smiled and waved her fingers at the crowd.
The robot reached out a mandible and began manipulating her breast.
"Hey!" Tanya yelled and slapped the robot arm away. "Watch it!"
"It seems the Robby isn’t having any more success than any of you would," the demonstrator mused into his microphone. "That’s probably why she wants to do this."
Then the crowd realized what had upset the gorgeous, nearly naked blonde. She was still wearing her bra-cups. She pulled off the one the robot had damaged and tried to straighten it out. It was ruined, so she threw it away.
Tanya noticed the scramble of bodies trying to catch the bra-cup as it floated through the air, so she reached up and took hold of the other bra-cup.
The crowd started cheering, "Take it off! Take it off!" Tanya grinned, then popped the second bra-cup off.
Now, she was topless in front of everyone. Everyone cheered. She tossed the bra-cup out into the mass of people in front of her. There was pandemonium where the bra-cup vanished into the mass of bodies.
"Take off the panties!" someone shouted.
Tanya suddenly seemed to realize that she was naked in front of everyone, and shrank back, trying to cover herself with her arms.
"Good act, huh?" Frank asked Béla. "She's about as shy as a bull elephant."
"I know," Béla replied. "She used to work for me as a stripper, remember?"
"Gentlemen, please," the demonstrator called out. "Allow Robbie to do his job."
The crowd quieted down and watched, mesmerized by Tanya’s fantastic body quivering in the middle of the stage in front of the big metal robot.
The whine of a small motor as the arm of the robot extended could be heard in the sudden silence. Tanya, unable to help it, flinched away slightly, as the metal mandible delicately grasped the top of Tanya’s pink panties. It pulled one side of her panties down her leg.
Béla shielded her mind against the thick sexual static everyone was broadcasting. She sighed in relief as her body relaxed a little.
‘There’s time enough for sex, later,’ she told herself.
The crowd burst into applause as the robot lowered the other side of Tanya’s panties down, revealing her hairless pussy. Then Tanya stepped out of her panties. The crowd cheered. Then began chattering excitedly.
Tanya looked around to discover what was attracting their attention away from her.
‘Holy fuck! There’s a big, long rod extending from the robot – from where its dick would be if it was a man.’
"It’s got a light on the end of it!" she heard someone yell.
Then the crowd laughed. A louder whirring sound attracted Tanya’s attention. Something was moving on the front of the robot.
‘It’s a seat,’ Tanya realized as she stared at it, ‘a padded seat. It’s inviting me to sit down?’
Tanya gingerly sat down on the extended cushion and looked at the robot.
"What’s next?" she asked the announcer.
The extended cushion was still vibrating. A large clamp was unfolding from beneath the seat and rising up behind her. Tanya didn’t notice it until it clamped around her waist.
She shrieked, then realized that she was the only one who hadn’t seen it coming. She smiled nervously at the crowd, trying not to become the victim of her fear. Part of the clamp continued to unfold and clamped itself over her shoulders. It felt pretty sturdy. Tanya tested it, leaning back gingerly until it was holding her full weight. She began to relax a little while she leaned back.
‘Good! Now I don’t have to worry about falling off this contraption. I can brace against…’
She felt another extension traveling back behind her from under her armpits. She was now securely fastened to the seat. She couldn’t escape if she wanted to. Then she noticed that her feet were manacled as the robot spread her legs apart.
The crowd was cheering, now. They couldn’t wait to see it stick that long rod up into Tanya’s little shaved twat.
Tanya gave a yelp as the robot adjusted the seat so that its shaft could enter her vulva more easily. The bright light attached to the end of the shaft disappeared into her cunt.
"Hey! It’s warm!" Tanya announced, acting relieved that she wasn’t being hurt.
Then the seat began to move back and forth so that the rod was moving back out of her, then in again.
"It’s just like fucking!" she squealed, her excitement taking over her sensibilities.
Then the demonstrator began talking again. "There are several different positions, for the volunteer’s final entertainment. Allow me to demonstrate…"
He twirled a dial around on his remote. Tanya shrieked as the entire robot mechanism turned over on its base.
"Frankiiieee! Get me down!" Tanya cried out as her seat turned over with the rest of the robot.
Everything was still in the same position, only now it was upside down. Tanya was, too. And the damned robot was still fucking her!
"Hey! That’s Tootsie!" someone yelled.
Everybody who wasn’t already recording the event got out their recorders and began taping.
"Hey, Tootsie," someone else yelled, his voice nearly lost in the noise of the crowd. "When did you join the Suicide CluBéla"
‘What?’ Béla asked herself.
Turning around, she spotted the man who’d shouted. She raided his mind. Her eyes widened in sudden alarm.
"Frank!" Béla shouted into his ear. "We’ve got to get her out of here!"
"Why? She's really having fun!" Frank hollered back, a sappy grin on his face.
"They’re going to kill her!" Béla yelled back. "That thing is going to ram that rod right out the top of her skull!"
"What?" Frank shouted.
He didn’t believe her.
"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" the crowd was shouting.
Tanya cried out as the rod rammed deeper into her cunt with each thrust.
"Are you ready, my dear?" the demonstrator asked, a strange smile on his face.
She looked at him, confused.
"Do you want to come, first?" he called out to her, his voice easily heard above the chanting crowd.
She understood that. She nodded.
He adjusted the controls. The heat from the light became a little hotter, and the rod began vibrating. She smiled and nodded as her pussy began to respond to the stimulus. Soon, she was crying out in unison with the crowd, in unison with the thrusting of that magnificent glass and metal cock pummeling her.
Tanya threw back her head and cried out in orgasm. Her cry turned into a gurgle as the metal shaft suddenly rammed its way up inside her torso, tearing through her guts, her abdomen, through her right lung and out through her right collarbone. She stared, shocked, at the rod sticking out more than a foot above her very visible, broken collarbone and only a few inches from her head. The crowd went silent.
"You’re still alive?" the demonstrator asked, sounding surprised. "How did that feel, my dear? Everyone will want to know."
"You… are one… sick… pup… y," she gasped.
Then she passed out. Frank stood, staring in disbelief at his wife, dangled upside down and skewered like she was being prepared for a barbecue.
‘That’s what they did last month,’ Béla thought into his mind. ‘They held a lottery and the winner was gutted and barbecued alive. They ate her!’
"We have to get her down or she’ll die," Frank whispered, realizing that they were the only ones interested in saving her. "She won’t be able to regenerate with that rod inside her."
"Gentlemen," the demonstrator said softly into the microphone. "It seems our volunteer suicide had passed on to the great beyond. I can, however, still demonstrate a couple of features that the circumstances didn’t warrant before.
"Observe," he said, then began to adjust the controls again.
‘What’s he going to do to her?’ Frank anxiously asked Béla in her mind. ‘She's pretty well maxed out already.’
‘Relax. We’ll get her out,’ Béla replied. ‘But if I teleport her off that pole, she’ll bleed to death before I can do anything.’
‘Can’t you teleport the pole, too?’ Frank asked in her mind.
He was more than a little worried. Although he had done similar things to her in her little sanctuary, he hadn’t done anything to her anywhere near that magnitude of pure physical destruction of internal body parts.
‘Moving her will kill her! Just wait!’ Béla insisted.
The light on the rod began to glow brightly. The stage lights were dimming at the same time. Then the rod began to move backward. The bright light at its end disappeared into Tanya’s body.
"For those of you with more morbid tastes," the demonstrator said, "you can see where the end of the rod is."
A reddish glow was visible inside Tanya’s chest. A little smoke snaked out of the exit wound in Tanya’s shoulder.
"As you can see, the light is bright enough to be visible right through her flesh. And it’s also hot enough to get her done inside. If you can observe the smoke, you can see that she’s actually cooking right now. You won’t have to worry about your next month’s volunteer not getting properly done in the middle, if that’s how he or she decides to go.
"In addition, there is a special feature to prevent the buildup of gasses inside the body. Observe."
He pressed a button. From where the base of the light was evident, glowing through her chest cavity, three fork-like objects suddenly burst out through her torso. Tanya convulsed in agony, the fresh torturous pain bringing her back to consciousness.
"Well, it appears that she’s isn’t quite done, yet." The demonstrator chuckled.
Several people in the crowd chuckled with him.
"Can you hear me, my dear?" he asked. "Can you talk? We would love to know how you feel."
Tanya’s head lifted slowly and rolled unsteadily as she gazed down at them. " ’uk qu," she rasped.
Then her head fell back and she lost consciousness again. The demonstrator bowed his head for a moment, then turned back to his audience.
"Gentlemen, and lady," he said, acknowledging Béla’s presence. "Thank you for your kind attention. The bidding for the remains will now begin."
"Sorry," Frank called out, "But, since she was my slut-bod, I’m taking her with me. Kindly get her down."
"Hey! Look! It’s Frankie the Third!" someone yelled.
"Sir," the demonstrator declared, "as a member of the Suicide Club, her remains will be auctioned to the highest bidder. Those are the rules. As a member, she agreed to them.
"Tootsie wasn’t a member of your club," Frank explained politely. "She was just looking for a good time riding your ‘skewer-bot’. Now, if you don’t want to be arrested for murder, I suggest you get her down. Now!"
"Mr… Frank," the demonstrator said, nervously, "If she isn’t already dead, she soon will be. Modern medicine isn’t nearly advanced enough to repair that kind of damage. You may as well let me auction…"
"Now!" Frank demanded.
Béla had come up on the stage with Frank. The three security guards approaching them suddenly stopped, mentally convinced by the dark-haired little vampire that this was all part of the show.
Frank fearfully looked up at his wife. She was hanging limp, upside down, still skewered, still glowing. Still cooking nicely.
"And turn off that damned light!" he demanded angrily.
"No!" Béla interrupted. "Leave it on, but retract it slowly. It will cauterize the wound."
The show was over. The curtain was drawn across the stage. Tanya was lying limp and unconscious on the floor. Surprisingly, she wasn’t bleeding. Béla scanned through her body moving damaged or cooked tissue out of the way of necessary blood and bodily function flows. The most difficult part was mentally reconnecting her damaged and crushed intestines.
"It’s unbelievable that she survived my skewer-bot," the demonstrator sighed, obviously disappointed.
"She’ll be all right, Frank," Béla said.
‘Distract him and I’ll take her home.’
"Perhaps if you added an electrical current to run inside the pole," suggested Frank.
The demonstrator turned and looked at his creation.
"Yes! Of course!" he exclaimed. "Instead of grounding everything against the rod, the rod would be the conductor! That would improve the efficiency of the cooking process, also!
"And, of course," he added, "I’ll have to add a headrest to keep the volunteer’s head in position so that, when she has her orgasm, she won’t be able to mess up the trajectory of the rod."
"The trajectory was messed up when she arched her back," Frank told him candidly. "You may have to accept that not every skewer is going to be perfect. If you’re compassionate enough to let your suicide orgasm, you may have to skewer her more than once. Of course, you could always ask her to keep her torso and head lined up…"
"Well, Mr… Frank," the demonstrator said. "Thank you very much for your input, and, of course, the use of your slut-bod for my demonstration. This has been an educational day for me."
"For us all," Frank agreed.
He turned around and left the stage.
"Hey!" the demonstrator called after him. "Where’d they go?"
Frank turned back and smiled at him. Then he turned and walked away.
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