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  They scrambled around pushing revelers aside as they gathered their pantaloons, shirts, their long lab coats and goggles. Naked and hugging each other, the gauntlet began to hum and Basil heard the familiar ringing in his ears.

  The frigid blackness descended on them and they fell down, down into the dark void. He heard the clang and a clap of thunder and then they landed once more on silken cushions.

  * * * *

  “Sir Basil, this is not your laboratory.”

  Basil stared. They were in some kind of harem. Scantily clad women and young men, all unbelievably beautiful, stared back. One of the young men approached Mortimer and spoke in perfect English. “Who are you to break into the sultan’s private harem?”

  “What sultan?”

  “Sultan Beyezid, of course. He is sultan of all the Ottoman Empire.”

  “I thought he was taken prisoner in the Battle of Ankara in 1402. What year is this?”

  The young man glanced back at one of the women. “Our sultan has been captured. That is why we have not seen him for so long. It is now 1404 and none of us has seen a man for a very long time.”

  A lump formed in Basil’s throat. For some reason, his machine kept dropping them into enclaves of extremely horny people.

  “My name is Kahlil. I was raised among the English and sold to the sultan for his harem.” Kahlil ran one long finger down Basil’s naked chest to his navel. “Why have you come and why are you naked?”

  Basil backed slowly away. “It’s quite an amazing story, really.” He glanced at Mortimer and groaned. His assistant was already on his back, his penis in the mouth of a naked houri.

  Kahlil grabbed Basil’s slowly thickening erection and ran the foreskin back, exposing the tender head. His eyes were heavy with lust. His full lips parted and he licked them with the tip of his pink tongue. “I must taste you.”

  “No…” Basil tried to protest, but it was too late. Kahlil was already on his knees. Basil’s hands opened and his clothing dropped to the cushions. He looked around the room counting ten women and three men, all youthful and a delight to gaze upon. One of the women, a tall blond, dropped her robe and moved behind him. She rubbed her pointed breasts across his back and whispered foreign words in his ear as she caressed his rear end. He didn’t care. Way past the point of caution, Basil closed his eyes and allowed them to take him to the cushions.

  Kahlil fell on his face. “Take me,” he begged. “I crave the feel of your big cock in my ass.”

  The woman knelt and lifted his cock. She stroked it like it was made of gold, with reverence and awe. Kahlil opened his ass and the woman guided his penis into the puckered mouth.

  “Aaaah,” Kahlil screamed. “Yes, master, take me. Fuck me hard.”

  Overcome with lust, Basil pounded into Kahlil while the woman stroked his swinging testicles. Another woman pressed against him. He felt her sex open against his back. She rubbed up and down on him like a cat in heat. Basil thrust and speared Kahlil, his excitement high but his need already assuaged by their previous stop. When Kahlil shrieked and spewed into the mouth of a waiting houri, Basil fell over, his cock still throbbing and hard.

  The tall blond houri pounced. She mounted him and rode his erection, her sex a pulsating oven around his aching penis. She finished quickly and another houri took her place. He felt his own completion approaching when he heard the clang of the time machine’s door opening. A bundle fell onto the pillows next to him. He opened his eyes, glanced over and gasped.

  Martha shoved her blond locks out of her eyes and screamed. “Basil, what are you doing?”

  Basil disengaged his swiftly-deflating organ from the houri. “Martha, where did you come from?”

  “Is this what you’ve been doing in your lab? Have you been coming here with that infernal machine to engage in illicit sexual congress with these…these people? And where is Mortimer?”

  “Here, ma’am.” Mortimer stood up, covered himself and began searching for his clothing.

  Basil thought Martha had never looked lovelier. Her hair was unbound and cascaded across her shoulders. Her pale skin was pink with excitement and indignation. His heart pounded as he stared at her exposed legs. He touched her arm. “Martha…”

  She stared around her and then into his eyes. “Basil.” Her voice was thick with desire.

  His cock was still swollen and his balls ached. He kissed her and pressed her back on the cushions. “I love you.”

  She cradled his face in both hands. “And I love you, my darling.”

  He stripped off her undergarments and mounted her. She opened herself willingly, and moaned as he pulled both of her breasts out of her low-cut bodice. She was wet and slick with desire. He pounded into her oblivious of his surroundings. She responded like never before, writhing and panting with accelerating excitement.

  One of the houris got under her and lifted her as she pressed hot kisses to Martha’s swollen lips. Basil was shocked when Martha responded, passionately kissing the houri back. He flipped his wife over and entered her from behind staring stunned as prissy, little Martha buried her face in the houri’s sex.

  Watching Martha lave and suck the woman’s open lips and clitoris spurred Basil’s arousal. He pumped twice into Martha’s heat and exploded. Martha moaned once and he felt her sex grab him as she climaxed simultaneously.

  A buzzing from the gauntlet stirred him from extreme post-coital lethargy. He glanced at the beeping, buzzing dials, saw the flashing red light and snapped out of it. “Mortimer, we’re jumping again.”

  From somewhere in the middle of a pile of naked humanity, Basil heard a moan and then a groan. Mortimer popped to his feet and began snatching up their garments.

  Basil grabbed Martha off the houri. “I’m not finished,” she complained.

  He kissed her. “Yes, I know, my dear, but the machine is sending us home…I hope.”

  He heard a clang and the familiar buzzing and hum of the machine. Blackness descended and the cold surrounded the three of them.

  “Are we going home?” Martha yelled.

  “I hope so,” Mortimer screamed back.

  But it was not to be. When they fell, they landed on the rough stones of a dungeon. Surrounding them were ten naked men wearing chaps that covered their legs but left their aroused organs exposed as well as their asses. “No,” Basil groaned.

  He turned to examine the opposite wall and gasped. Two women were chained naked and blindfolded against the wall.

  One of the men grabbed Basil, one grabbed Martha and one grabbed Mortimer. “Look, we have more participants for the games.”

  “Basil!” Mortimer screamed as one of the men dragged him to the wall and chained him naked next to one of the women.

  “Basil,” Martha pleaded as her clothes were stripped from her and she was blindfolded.

  Whatever his time machine was, it seemed keyed to Basil’s sexual fantasies. But he couldn’t inflict this on his wife and friends. Basil grabbed Martha, ran to Mortimer, unchained him and hit the button. They shot into the void, landing this time in his machine safely inside the laboratory.

  Basil slowly stood up. Martha shoved her hair out of her face and pushed her way out of the machine. “Basil Sinclair, you are never to use this machine again. It’s a perverted piece of equipment. I want you to destroy it immediately.”

  Mortimer grabbed his hand and shook his head. “I vow, Basil, that is the first woman I have ever had. Don’t destroy the machine, please.”

  Basil pulled his pantaloons on and smiled. He held up the gauntlet. “I say we lock the room and only venture to use the machine when we all agree. What say you, Martha?”

  She touched his face gently. “I’ll think about it.”

  The three left the lab arm in arm. As Basil locked the door behind them, Martha held out her hand. “And I will keep the key.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I grew up the oldest of a large family. After years of torturing my younger brothers and sister, I left home to ma
ke it on my own. Now I’m a mom with three kids, working nights as a bartender. I love the nightlife, baby. I live in Seattle with my kids and my Mastiff, Moregon. I love to go hiking and shopping. I read a lot and I love people. As a bartender, I use my photographic memory to remember people and their names. I never forget a face or a drink.

  I wanted to get into writing so I partnered with my mother, a published author, and together we came up with our first novel The Secret, the Shifter, and Sex Slaves Shanghai, and eventually many more, as well as these short stories.

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