While laying naked on an examination bed, Dr. Lalita Sundari secured a gel-like device on my head to connect to my brain via wireless transmission to her computer. She opened my legs and tried to push a tube-like probe into my dry vagina.
“Oh dear,” she said. “We need some lubrication. The gel will not work as well as natural lube. Would you mind if I stimulate your clitoris to get your juices flowing?”
“If it will help, go ahead.” I was scared. This process would reveal my illegal genetic, robotic, information and nano modified (GRIN) body. The removal of all these technologies would kill me. Fortunately, my body responded quickly to her stimulation and she could insert the tube into my pussy.
Once she turned on both devices, I went into a deep Delta brainwave meditative state. My mind went blank, and it felt as if I floated on a dark ocean with no sound to stimulate my senses. I entered a deep sleep.
After what felt like an eternity, I could feel the pussy-probe leaving my vagina and the gel helmet being removed from my head. I slowly returned to wakefulness and saw Dr. Sundari’s beautiful light brown face leaning over me. She tucked her long raven black hair behind her ears and smiled at me. A strange kind of love enfolded me, and I just wanted to embrace her and make love to her.
Then she stepped back.
“You may get dressed,” she said and moved gracefully to her glass desk. Her long legs disappeared beneath her short white coat. How I longed to feel those legs wrapped around my head while I…
“Stop fantasying about me and put on some clothes.” She crossed her legs as she sat down, denying me a glimpse of her yoni.
I threw my soft turquoise dress over my head, stepped into my shoes and moved to the chair in front of her desk. I quickly crossed my pale white legs, denying her a glimpse at my pussy. Two can play at this game.
“So, Doc, what did you find in my head?” I asked, taking in her beautiful and stylish high heels shoes. “Nice shoes.”
“Excuse me?” Not too bright.
“You have nice shoes,” I said, pointing at her feet.
“Oh. Thank you.”
Time to get serious. Ever since my breakdown while fucking my girlfriend, my soul was in turmoil. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t concentrate on my job or make love.
“What is wrong with me? Just give me the cure and I’ll be on my way.”
“My dear Kaylin, I am afraid the problem is worse than what I expected.”
“Am I going to die? Don’t fuck with me, Doc. Give it to me straight.”
“I managed to probe deep into your past and found a few anomalies.”
And I thought nobody would ever find out I had a few illigal enhancements made. My skeleton and flesh could now regenerate itself after being damaged. The one weakness was my GRIN brain/soul link. The 24th century technology weren’t advanced enough to smooth out the kinks.
“It is not your enhanced skeleton or flesh.” Fuck, she is good!
“It is your brain/soul connection.” She pushed a spot on her desk and an image of my transparent body appeared between us. All the enhancements were visible, with my interfaced computer brain as clear as glass. She pointed to the image of my head and then to my pussy.
“As you can see, your cervix, ovaries and vagina are not linked to your soul.”
“Oh?” And I thought my pussy was for pleasure and making babies. “Oh! But then it would be easy to generate a link between my cervix and brain. I would prefer a tissue link this time. There’s enough synthetic junk in my body.”
“If only it were that easy.” Dr. Sundari stood up and moved around the table. “Your soul is not seated just in your brain.” She knelt in front of me, her hands on my legs. Her dark eyes probed into my eyes, a concerned expression on her face. I didn’t even look at her legs.
“Your 21st century incarnation didn’t complete her soul’s purpose.” Dr. Sundari stood up and turned her back to me. “You will never experience bliss. Not ever. Not even your future incarnations.”
“So? I’m fucked?”
“You can always go back and get her to complete her contract.” She turned around and looked into my eyes and said: “Yes, you are fucked, because your karma is set. Other than going back, you are doomed.”
“Who is she? When is she?” I had to know.
Clint’s apartment was seventh floor of a ten-story building in a seedy neighbourhood of Chicago, North America. I had to dodge a few scumbags to navigate my way to his place.
“Can you do it?” I asked.
“Can I do it? Can I do it? What kind of question is that? You know I’m the only one who can tap into the spacetime continuum.” Clint was handsome man sitting in his high-tech chair commanding his world from behind his computers. In the corner stood the small box but big enough for a person to crouch in.
“Sorry…”
“You know it’s illegal,” he continued. So is my whole body.
“That never stopped you from doing it.” I sat down on his unmade bed, trying not to look uncomfortable.
“It hasn’t been done successfully, yet.” Oh shit.
“I need to go. I have to go.”
“It will cost you.”
“How much?”
“Two million, plus a little extra.”
“With no guarantee.” I wasn’t a fool to spend that much money on something that could kill me. “I’ll give you one.”
“One point five.” It was still too high.
“One point two. It’s all I have.”
“The extra and you have a deal.”
“What kind of extra?”
“I want to fuck that nice pussy of yours.” His lecherous smile lit up his handsome face.
“She’s dysfunctional. She’s the reason I have to go.”
“A blow job maybe?” At this stage I will do anything.
“Deal.”
A huge smile appeared on his face, revealing his beautiful white teeth. He swivelled his chair around to face me. With a swift move his trousers disappeared leaving his uncircumcised beautiful cock ready for some action. I got up from the bed and dropped to my knees between his legs. Licking my lips, I played with his shaved balls and then moved both my hands up his shaft. I pulled back the cock hood to lick the purple head. His dick throbbed in my hands and when I brushed my tongue over the piece of skin attached to the underside of head, his cock twitched. Pulling his erection down closer to my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the smooth head. Pumping his shaft, I kissed the head and flicked my tongue over the small slit on top.
I could feel the urgency in Clint as he tried to fuck my mouth. Getting a firmer grip on his shaft, I wanted to let him know I was in charge of the blow job. It was easy from then on to take his cock in my mouth and suck all the passion into his manhood. The combination of sucking and stroking his cock must have overwhelmed Clint. The next thing I knew, with no warning, he shot his load into my mouth. I was not a girl to let good stuff go to waste. I swallowed every last drop. To conclude our deal, I swiped my hand over his and said in a clear voice: “Pay one point two mill.”
“Where is it you want to go?” Clint asked as we sat next to his desk.
“Tau Game Lodge, South Africa.” I managed to track her whereabouts through my digital connection with InfoTech.
“When?”
“Now. Today.”
“When in the past?” I could see Clint became irritated with my lack of understanding.
“Oh. Thursday, February 28, 2019.”
“Why?”
“Can you do it?” He didn’t need to know the reasons behind my journey.
“There is something you need to know about time travel,” he said. “Time travel is also space travel. What’s the date today?”
“It’s Monday, July 28, 2023.”
“It’s our summer. February 2019 was their summer."
“So?”
“We’re in the northern hemisphere and South Africa is in the southern hemisphere.”
“So?”
“Where you asleep during Astronomy class? The Earth rotates around its own axis every twenty-four hours.”
“I know that,” I said, feeling like an idiot.
He punched up a screen showing me the rotation of the earth around the sun.
“The Earth also rotates around the sun every 365 days.”
“I know.”
“On February 28, 2019 the Earth was on the other side of the sun from where we are now.”
“Can you still get me there?”
“I have to manipulate the wormhole to go around the sun…”
“Wormhole? What the fuck is that?”
“It’s your portal, your doorway to the other side of time and place.”
“Is it safe?”
“Yeh, … Not really. You have to avoid touching the unstable sides.”
“Where’s the door?”
“You have to strip first.”
“What? Why?” I thought he wanted to have a look at my naked body.
“You cannot take anything from the future and any clothes will be ripped off you.”
“What about my flesh?”
“Your enhanced skeleton and tissue will prevent you from becoming mincemeat.”
I stripped.
“Wow, what a beautiful and fucking sexy body. Look at those tits and your pussy. Oh, fuck. Let me store that image on my memory. I might not see that again.”
“Pervert,” I said and pushed my tits and pussy for him to capture the image.
“I can drop you within a meter from your target at 06:00 on February 28, 2019. You have till noon to do your business before you get sucked back into the wormhole.”
“Great. How long will the trip take?”
“About three hours.”
Clint walked to the box in the corner, punched in a few digits and the door swung open.
“It’s so fucking small. I’ll never fit in.” I never told anyone, but I don’t like small spaces. Nobody can even change their minds in such a cramped area. Not that I wanted to change my mind.
“You wanna do this or are you too chicken?”
I reversed in, my backside touching the cold wall, then sat down on the ice-cold floor, ducked my head and hugged my breasts against my legs. Clint’s eyes bulged with his beautiful cock straining against his pants. He must have had a closeup view of my exposed pussy. He blew my pussy a kiss.
As Clint closed the door, I suddenly had a severe claustrophobic attack and couldn’t breathe. My legs cramped, my tits were squashed against my legs, my face pushed between my knees.
Thankfully, I blacked out.
The next thing I knew I was sitting naked on a rock on a hill next to a naked beauty, her dark hair tied in a ponytail behind her head. She sat in deep mediation in a lotus position facing the rising sun in the East. I copied her position and waited. My mind was filled with fearful thoughts and emotions. This was supposed to be a time when wild animals roamed free in the parks and lodges. There we were, naked with nothing to defend ourselves. Sensing she returned from her meditation I prepared myself for her onslaught.