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Dr. Snip

By: drsnip



Angel

Even with her eyes closed, she could still detect the glare of the sun through her eyelids. The humid heat that it generated, as its rays beat down on the sub-tropical forest below, encompassed her naked body as if she was in a sauna. 

Angela Black was hot, sweaty and loving every minute of it. She loved the freedom of being totally naked, and she was often naked or so near to it that it made little difference. 

In a hedonistic society, she was an exhibitionist who delighted in shocking people by only wearing the latest sprayed on cat suits. 

Only those privileged few with genetically enhanced bodies, could get away with this fashion; as it showed up every area of cellulite or flab on a woman's body. 

Needless to say she had no such blemishes, and was self confident to the point of arrogance about her body. 

She needed the excitement of her job to give meaning to her life. When she wasn't on a mission she tended to get blasted on drugs or alcohol, to relieve the tedium of a pampered life style. 

Angela, or Angel as she liked to be called, was sunning herself on a ledge high on the side of a cliff overlooking a clear blue lake. The ledge was fifty feet above the water, and she could see for miles across the verdant forests teeming with a wide variety of life. 

The hot Jurassic sun beat down on her perfect body, the ultra violet component was a lot higher in this time period due to the lack of pollutants in the atmosphere, so she had to turn over more often to protect her tanned flawless skin from burning. 

A warm breeze caressed her, bringing a multitude of scents from the flowering plants that rimmed the lake. Although more than capable of looking after herself, she accepted that discretion was the better part of valor in the Jurassic. Her sunning place was high up, to keep her out of reach of this worlds predators.

Angel was stunningly beautiful with a tanned body like a Miss World on steroids. However she was aware that T.Rex would only see her as an appetizer, if he caught her sunbathing on his territory. 

She had set her implant to time her various parts exposure to the ultraviolet rays, and at the predetermined beeps she dutifully turned over to expose her firm bottom to the sun. She had many quirks, and one of them was not having white areas on her skin.

Her body relaxed as the heat soaked into her; the mournful honking of the big dinosaurs drinking at the lake lulled her into a light doze, she needed a break after her last mission. 

Owing to her various privately financed enhancements, she was often sent on physically dangerous missions. It was thought correctly by her superiors, that she could take good care of herself in most situations. 

The British Temporal Organization was paranoid about anything that might change the timeline, and often sent observers back to pivotal events just to make sure they happened as recorded. 

Sometimes of course they didn't, not because someone was trying to change history, but simply because the record was unintentionally or deliberately wrong. It was unfortunately true that the victors wrote the history books, and as a consequence the truth was the first thing to suffer.

History was very fragile, she was aware that she could go back in time and advise the German leader Hitler on his mistakes during the war of the mid twentieth century. If she or any other Agent did this, it would have a devastating effect on her own present, which is why every Agent was thoroughly conditioned to be unable to consciously try and alter historical events. 

Angel's last mission had been to accompany a wagon train of pioneers, from the east of the North American continent to California during the 1840's. Her job was to ensure that an ancestor of a pivotal President, who had been a friend to Britain, actually made it across the country. 

The time computers had given the trip a low probability of success despite the fact that the intrepid pioneers had actually made it, so she had been sent to ensure it did succeed despite the low odds. As it had succeeded in her present, she was free to do anything to ensure the wagon train made it to California safely. 

What they didn't explain to her, was that most of the journey was on foot, the pioneers usually walked alongside their wagons. The wagons themselves were so full of equipment there was little room for passengers. Still the pace was very slow, and it was no great hardship to wander across untouched wilderness with a group of friendly folk. 

Like most of her class she had been sent away to private boarding schools for most of her life, and hardly knew her own parents. Her father was CEO of Britoil, the largest Oil producing company in the world. Her mother was a dedicated socialite, who worked tirelessly behind the scenes to ensure their family stayed at the top of the social tree.

She found the families traveling with the Wagon Train kind and generous, to a single girl traveling to join her parents in California. She grew to like them all, and was very protective of them. 

Despite lurid stories of attacks by Red Indians, the greatest threat to a Wagon Train was from White immigrant thieves that preyed on the smaller trains. They demanded goods and money, to allow free passage through their self-proclaimed territory. 

Her Train would have had to fight off quite a few of these gangs, but she learned to visit the thief's camps during the night before they attacked, and dissuade them.

On one occasion, she had walked into a raiders camp just before they settled down to sleep. There were ten of them, too lazy and stupid to make an honest living. They had been drinking and planning their raid for the morning, so the sight of a beautiful young woman walking into their camp was quite a surprise. 

Their leader, a large unkempt vicious man named Luke, thought his dreams had come true when he saw her unprotected and alone. To blend in with the women of the time she had to wear the standard gingham dress, but she refused to wear the clumsy underwear that went with it. 

Consequently Luke was hardly listening to what she was saying, as he was staring at her nipples as they thrust against the thin material. She stood by the campfire, apparently unaware that the light from it shone through her thin dress, and proclaimed the fact that she was naked underneath it. In a clear voice asked them to please leave her Wagon Train alone, as she didn't want to hurt anyone if at all possible. 

Luke forced himself to be professional, and told his men to watch her as he quickly checked the perimeter of his camp. He was concerned in case a group of men with rifles were backing this foolish girl up. When he was sure that she was indeed alone he relaxed, and told her that he was going to attack her Train in the morning. Also he and his men were going to take turns raping her first. As leader he asked her if she didn't mind doing him first.

'Why I don't mind at all,' she said with a wicked smile, she was aware of the sensation she had caused by standing by the fire, and she was aware that her nipples were hard. What Luke and his gang had no way of knowing, was that it was the anticipation of doing some serious arse kicking that had turned her on.

Luke's mocking leer as he reached for her large firm breasts, soon changed to an agonized grimace as the young woman seemed to blur in front of his eyes. He felt and heard his right thighbone snap, sending him crashing to the dust. The rest of the gang all jumped towards the girl, each eager to be the first to grab her body. 

Angel didn't bother to boost anymore, she simply used the training she had, combined with her enhanced musculature. She broke each man's right arm as they touched her, until they were all writhing on the dusty ground, screaming in pain and shock. 

If there had been an audience they could have been forgiven for thinking they were watching a ballet routine, as she danced and spun around the campfire. The only sour notes would have been the bandit's screams of agony, as she broke their arms with each of her graceful kicks. 

What made it more bizarre was that they could hear her singing a strange song as she fought them. With hindsight they wondered why they had simply not shot her. Then they remembered that as she fought them her skirts were flaring out, and exposing her nakedness to their view. It was this that had obviously short circuited their reasoning processes. 

Angel had learned early in her career, that she could use sex as a weapon as well as a lure. Like all Agents she was trained not to kill anyone because of possible timeline damage. 

Although these men were scum they could well have children in their future, she couldn't risk these possible lives not happening due to her actions. She knew that the gang would be licking their wounds for a few weeks, and that they were no longer a danger to her Train.

There was a lot of feline in Angel, and she liked to mark her victims so that they would remember her. She went up to each member of the gang as they lay on the ground moaning. 

Bending down she gave them a last look at her firm young breasts, before lightly brushing a fingernail across their cheek. They yelped in pain as a two inch scar was burned into each man's cheek. Then she walked calmly out of their camp, and back to her wagon. 

Trained in stealth, no one saw her leave or return to the Train. The Wagon master when he reached California, boasted to his peers that it had been the most peaceful trek he had ever commanded. It was like we had a guardian Angel looking after us, he said to his drinking pals in the Saloon. 

Saying goodbye to the friends she had made on the trip was hard for Angel, she didn't have any real friends in her own time. Her eyes were wet with tears as she kissed her favorite pioneers Mr. Kennedy and his family goodbye. 

She then sold her Wagon and goods to a storekeeper, and gave the proceeds of the sale to a poor family. They had been looking in the window of the store in hopeless yearning. She then walked around the corner of his store, and jumped back to the B.T.O. to report on her mission. 

The Director had been pleased at the result, and suggested she take a short break, which she was now doing.

In the twenty-sixth century, human values and morals had evolved into something that a primitive twentieth century human would find strange, if not downright disturbing. If you liked sex and drugs and rock and roll, then you would be in your element in Angel's century. 

Machines and computers did most of the hard boring work, and there were a lot less humans on Earth than there had been in the previous centuries. Most diseases had been eliminated, and everyone had a higher standard of living. People of her class ie. Rich, White and British, normally chose to do a job because they liked it, and rarely because they needed the credit.

Angela had trained for years to be considered for the British Temporal Organisation, and when finally chosen she couldn't have been happier. Every credit she earned, she spent towards her goal of mental and physical perfection. 

To augment her already brilliant mind she'd had computer implants placed in her skull, that gave her instant access to the Web, and total recall of any facts she might need in her missions. She trained every day in a combination of martial skills that suited her body's strengths and suppleness. She took a cocktail of drugs daily, to keep her body and mind as sharp and alert as possible. 

Her most recent enhancement was an ex-military boost implant. For a short period of time measured in seconds, it could increase her speed and strength. To an observer she appeared to blur when moving. This was achieved by a mixture of drugs and nanosurgically changed muscle fibers.

She was currently saving her credits towards the next step in her physical augmentation. The acquisition of a sub-dermal synthetic mesh, that would make her body effectively impervious, to normal edged weapons and projectiles.

This desire had an unfortunate effect on her social life, even before she had become an Agent. In her century, sexual activity was not frowned upon to say the least. She had sex partners whenever the urge took her; in her culture sex was of no more importance than eating when you were hungry. Recreational and performance enhancing drug use was also commonplace, and she had been using various types of drugs for years.

Procreation was a very different thing altogether. When you were the product of a line of genetically altered ancestors, you didn't get pregnant without serious examination of your prospective mates genetic line. It would have been considered a crime against her family. To ensure no mistakes, she, like most of her class, had implants to make her effectively infertile. 

Like most fanatics she had regarded anything or anyone who didn't help her achieve her goal, as an irrelevance. Consequently she had very little experience in the social niceties of her century. By the time she had achieved her goal of physical perfection, she was a goddess that nobody loved.

The recall signal from London came via her implant and reminded her of the realities of life. She dusted the stone dust from her bottom, and picked up her gear. After topping up her alertness with the appropriate drug, she took a last deep breath of the fragrant Jurassic air, sighed and jumped directly into the Directors office in London , AD2525.

The Director looked up from his desk and smiled at Angel, 'Although I'm used to Agents appearing in my office via QT, they normally get dressed first Agent Black.' Angel looked down at herself and realized she was still naked, 'Sorry about that sir, ' she apologized calmly ' I'll be back shortly' and vanished. The Director sat for a while his work forgotten for a moment, there were some perks to his job after all.

Angel appeared in her apartment and got herself showered and dressed. She favored the latest fashion of synthetic skins and chose a tiger striped version, that covered her whole body leaving just her face and hair free. 

To get dressed she simply stood in the spray booth wearing only a tiny thong. She then dialed the combination of colors and design required, and the booth sprayed the one piece cat suit onto her body. The coating contained an insulating component that gave her the final effect of being covered in silky fur. A pair of matching pumps and a utility belt, which among other necessities held her QT, completed her ensemble.

She flashed her claws at the mirror and snarled playfully at herself. Calling up the co-ords again, she once more appeared in the Directors office. He got down to business quickly, and briefed her on the situation as it appeared at the moment. 

Agent Red was missing, and she was to find him and his QT Device and bring them back. She downloaded all the available data into her implant, and jumped back to her apartment to prepare for the mission.

Angel had worked with Red once, and knew him to be a good agent. His one weakness was that he tended to follow orders without question, and always went by the book. Which was fine as long as every one else did. Angel tended to adapt to situations as they occurred, but she was aware that the world would be boring if people were all the same.

She studied the data provided and considered the best way to find Red, and rescue him if required. Whatever had happened to him, it was vital that she bring the QT back.

There were only Twelve B.T.O. Agents, one from each major political and economic player in Britain. This was because there were only Twelve QT devices in existence. Needless to say all Agents were British, and Britain kept rigid control of Time and Portal technology.

This was by order of the British Government, whose greatest fear was that one of them might fall into untrained hands and cause a temporal paradox. No need to worry she thought, in her upper class arrogance, I'm on the job, what can possibly go wrong?'

Dr. Snip

Certain crimes and criminals offend society more than others, at one end of the scale of crimes one could put parking offences; while at the other end are Paedophiles. 

Everyone despised these criminals; even hardened murderers in prison despised them. To attack children is against nature, as without children the human race would cease to exist. 

The big man had a special hatred for Paedophiles, and he now had the power to do something about them. One of his advantages, was his access to information not readily available to the general public. He was reading the police files on child killers and disappearances, and after much thought picked out a slim one. There was not a lot of information in the file, a little girl had left school to walk home one rainy day and had never arrived. Sadly her body had been found in a ditch three days later.

Weeks had passed, and the investigation had stalled due to lack of information. The man considered his plan of action, and after collecting the gear he thought he might need he hired a rental car. He parked it within sight of the school entrance, and settled down to wait. 

At the sound of the school bell the street was suddenly filled with shouting chattering children. The rain gusting along the street made everyone move more quickly, mothers were loading the very young children into cars. Older children were walking in their various directions with their heads down against the driving wind, all anxious to get home quickly.

He spotted the young girl walking off towards her home using her school jacket as a makeshift umbrella, and pulled out to follow her. She had only gone around the corner from the school when she walked past a parked car, he saw her stop suddenly and appear to be talking to the driver. To his surprise the little girl got into the car and it drove off quickly.

He had been trained in the art of following suspects without being noticed, and despite the rain had no difficulty in keeping the car in sight. He rang a restricted number and soon got the name of the cars registered owner, the licence plate belonged to a lorry and was obviously a fake as it was on a nondescript Volkswagen Beetle. 

He shrugged, it had been worth the try, and concentrated on following the car. After about five minutes the car pulled into a driveway of a bungalow just on the outskirts of the town. The man continued past for about fifty yards until he came to a lay-by. 

He parked the hire car and walked quickly back towards the bungalow, his long black leather coat protecting him from the driving rain. By the time he had walked back to the driveway the bungalow looked uninhabited. The little girl's name was Mary, every day on her way to school she had to walk past her next-door neighbours house. Being only young she didn't have much to say to the man who lived there, his name was Vince and unbeknownst to his neighbours he was a paedophile, albeit a passive one. 

So far he had restricted himself to downloading pornographic pictures of children from the Internet, and spying on the little girl next door with binoculars at night. However these activities didn't satisfy him any more, and he had decided to abduct the girl and use her for his own perverted pleasure. 

Everything was going to plan, Vince was shaking with excitement at the thought of pleasures to come, and the stupid little girl had fallen for his story. As he was their next door neighbour the girl believed him, when he told her that her mum had asked him to pick her up as it was raining so hard.

Even when he had turned into the driveway of his rented bungalow, she had accepted his muttered excuse that he was just dropping off a tool he had borrowed from the owner. Only when the automatic garage doors had opened as his car approached them, had she queried his actions. By then they were inside the garage, and the doors had closed behind them.


Dr. Snip Ch. 02



'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hospital in her nostrils, so she thought it best to open her eyes to see what was going on.

She was looking up at the concerned face of Doctor Paul Young, the chief Biotech at the B.T.O. Medical centre. Her mouth was dry, but he had anticipated this and pressed a wet sponge to her lips. As he gently squeezed the sponge, the water trickled between her dry lips and cooled her throat as she greedily swallowed it.

Her implant kicked in supplying her with data on her current health status; it appeared that all systems were in the green. Her brain remembered that she was here to have her long desired sub-dermal mesh fitted, and she asked her favourite Doctor how the procedure had gone.

'Everything has gone as planned,' Doc Young replied, 'you should now be impervious to normal projectiles, and edged weapons.'

'Don't worry Doc, I know its limitations, I'll steer clear of Lasers and Monofilament blades if at all possible.' Angel whispered. 

'Thanks for all your hard work; I do appreciate it. I would have thought I would feel differently, but my skin still seems the same, why is that?'

'The outer layer of your dermis is unchanged; the nano-bots wove the sub-dermal synthetic mesh just under your skin. It is undetectable, both to normal sight and most detection systems.' Paul replied.

'That will do me, it's mainly for protection in the past, and I should only be coming up against relatively simple weapons.' Angel said.

'Be aware that although your skin is reinforced, it will still hurt like hell if you are cut or shot, it just wont kill you,' he warned.

'Right ho, when can I go home?' She asked with a smile. Paul advised her to have a restful week before returning to full activity. Apart from that, she was free to leave as soon as she felt like it.

She stood up carefully, unmindful of the sheet falling from her naked body, and asked for a mirror. The Doctor waved his hand at the window, which normally gave a breathtaking view of London, as it was in the twenty sixth century. Detecting the precise movements of his fingers, it transformed itself into a mirrored surface.

Angel stared intently at herself; she felt various parts of her body, with particular attention to her breasts, to see if she could feel the mesh. To her relief there seemed to be no trace of it, despite the fact that she knew it was there. Or was it? There was only one way to find out, she picked up a scalpel from a tray by the wall, and taking a deep breath stabbed herself in the arm. 

The razor sharp point slid across her skin leaving only a slight scratch. 

'Fuck, that stings,' she swore, replacing the scalpel on the tray.

'I did warn you it would hurt' said the Doctor, as he rubbed an antiseptic cream he had standing by onto the scratch, 'but I knew you would have to find out for yourself.'

'Just as well I suppose, it will stop me getting complacent in a fight.' Angel said as she kissed Paul goodbye. She walked into the dressing room, and slipped on a standard B.T.O. coverall. It would have to do until she could get home and spray on a cat suit.

Steve was downtime, pervy bashing as usual, so she had the apartment to herself. She splashed about in her waterfall shower room, washing off the hospital smell. Before she dressed, she set her implant to play a selection of her favourite music. She began to exercise in the nude in her personal gym. Angel had studied all the various Martial Arts, and had eventually chosen to create her own unique version of fighting that more resembled dancing. 

To assist in her timing, she often fought to her own internal music provided by the implant in her brain. This practice often threw her opponents completely off their own performance, as she would suddenly burst into song at a favourite piece. This was similar to sitting next to someone who was listening to music on headphones, that only they could hear. When they suddenly start to sing along to the music, they don't realise that they are singing out loud to no apparent accompaniment.

She realised this only to well, Angel never fought fairly, and she fought to win at all costs. During a fight with an instructor the previous year, she had been having her arse handed to her by his superior technique and concentration. She had countered by ripping off her tee shirt, and fighting bare breasted. Her instructor's concentration had disappeared, and the harder he tried to ignore her large firm breasts bouncing about in front of him, the more mistakes he made. 

Finally she put him out of his misery, with a flurry of blows that left him unconscious on the floor. When he regained consciousness he came to see her, ' Outstanding Agent Black,' he said as he shook her hand.

'They are aren't they,' she answered with a wicked smile. 

Needless to say that she wasn't allowed to use her boost capability during practice bouts, but she had many hidden weapons to call upon if required. She had once been reported for offering sex to an opponent, to distract them during a match; she had been disappointed when the girl had refused. Angel had to exert herself to win that one and she hated exerting herself. 

There was a lot of cat in her personality, she was amoral, bi-sexual, and an Alpha female. Over six feet tall, long blond hair, brilliant blue eyes and possessing a muscle builders body with large breasts, she was universally disliked and envied by all her female acquaintances. She had no friends at all, until she had met Steve downtime, and unexpectedly fallen in love with him. 

He had been a cop in the twentieth century, and her mission had been to teach him how to use the QT that he had found. She had used the time away from him, to finally get her own personal armour fitted. She had wanted it, ever since she heard that the military had invented it for their special forces. 

It had taken two days for the nanobots to weave it just beneath her skin, but she didn't begrudge the time in the least. Since she had been released from the B.T,O, she had spent every possible moment with Steve. He was in the process of setting up his own business, a combination of Private detective agency and Star Chamber. 

His main goal was to right wrongs, and punish those who couldn't be punished, in his own unique way. When she had run through a light exercise routine to check that everything was working properly, she again showered and got dressed in her trademark catsuit. She stood in the spray booth, as the catsuit was sprayed evenly onto her perfect and now armoured body. She wondered how Steve was getting on without her.

Steve was sitting at his breakfast table polishing Excalibur. This was the genuine sword of King Arthur that Angel had given him for his birthday, he found the task pleasant and soothing. He was trying to set up a system that would enable ordinary people to contact him, if they needed help with certain problems. He wasn't interested in finding lost property or cats; he needed to protect the children of his time against those that would prey on them. 

As Dr. Snip he already struck fear into the hearts of Paedophiles in Britain. However he was well aware that the problem was worldwide, and that he had only scratched the surface of the sick industry. Angel had asked him why he bore such a hatred for child abusers; he had no pat answer for her. His own childhood had been happy and unthreatened, and he had never known if any of his childhood friends had been abused. 

Nevertheless his blood boiled when he heard of crimes against children. Getting his hands on a working time machine; was the answer to a life long desire to eradicate this crime from society. With the advantage of hindsight, and the invaluable police files. Steve had been able to go back in time, and stop the perverts from committing their crimes in the first place. 

He then ensured that they wouldn't be a threat to children from then on, by castrating them. He would have had no compunction about killing some of them. However his personal code of honour demanded that he first gave them a chance to change their ways, albeit without any balls. So far he hadn't had to revisit any of these people, which was just as well for them.

The problem was that he could only intervene if he knew about the crime in the first instance, and he relied on the police files to target his adversaries. This meant of course that the crimes had already been committed, and all he could do was go back and change what had already happened. He was only too aware that a great percentage of these crimes, never came to light at all. Often they were not known about until the abused child was old enough to press charges, and these were difficult to prove after many years had passed. 

Before he concerned himself with child abuse abroad, he wanted to investigate the abuse practiced on children by the clergy of Britain. The main cause of this situation, was the Catholic churches tradition of celibacy for its priests. This seemed to be an un-natural practice, that was the root cause of frustration, in otherwise kind and dedicated men. 

He couldn't do anything about church policy, but he certainly could do something about the guilty priests. However he needed victims to come forward and expose these perverts. He had no fear of punishing an innocent man, as he always went to the scene of an alleged attack, to confirm the validity of the victim's accusation. 

At the same time, he was trying to plan a strike against organised child porn producers in Thailand, and other foreign parts. His head was thumping, as he thought up various plans only to abandon them when a flaw revealed itself in them. He had thought of sending a letter to all Priests, warning them what would happen to them if they transgressed. 

Apart from the magnitude of the task, he realised that a great many Priests were completely innocent of this crime. He would only be insulting them, and losing the high moral ground that he liked to occupy. Fuck it, it's an impossible task he swore to himself. I'd be pissing in the ocean for all the good I would do, trying to stop such a massive conspiracy. 

Perhaps I could change Church policy after all, he thought in desperation. I'd need to go to the top man, and convince him to personally intervene. With the aid of his implant, and his QT, he could possibly masquerade as a divine messenger, and order the current Pope to clean house or else. Steve had already used his borrowed technology to impersonate the Devil, when he destroyed a satanic coven. 

However he had too much respect for the man, to try and fool him in such a manner. No he felt that he owed it to the man who was Gods voice on Earth, to tell him the truth and ask for his personal help. He went to his wardrobe, to dress himself suitably for his audience with the Pope; he wanted to make a good impression. 

Since completing his mission for the world brain, he had reluctantly resigned from the Police force. Steve simply didn't have the time to hold down an ordinary job, and pursue his war on Paedophiles. He could afford to give up his job, due to the fact that he had used his QT to win the National Lottery, and was now financially independent. 

In the first flush of excitement at becoming a Millionaire he had bought himself a house out of sight of the general public, a black Bentley saloon car, and a set of expensive clothes. This would be the first time that he had an occasion to dress up in his best clothes, and he took his time about it. 

Finally he inspected the result of his efforts in a full-length mirror, it showed a big man with wide powerful shoulders wearing a dinner suit. Very James Bondish, he thought with satisfaction as he checked his expensive shoes for shininess. He had already checked with Merlin, for a window of opportunity to meet the Pope in private. Merlin was the world Brain of the future, it enabled him to use his QT device to travel in time. 

It was harder than most people would suspect to meet the Pope, as the man was now eighty one years old. He was surrounded by nursing nuns, and other assistants all of each day, and most of each night. Merlin had located a small time slot, in which the Pope meditated in total privacy, in a small chapel next to his bedroom at three in the morning. This was where Steve planned to speak to him, and tell him the situation regarding Paedophile priests. He would also tell him what he intended to do about it if the Pope didn't clean house. 

It was tranquil and cool in the small stone walled chapel, the old man treasured these solitary moments in his hectic life. Even at his age, and with his health failing, the pressures of his office didn't ease. His devoted assistants, attempted to shield him as much as possible from the day-to-day business of running the Juggernaut; that was the Catholic Church. 

However he often found himself asking his maker, if he could be allowed to put down this burden, and allow another younger man to face the challenges of the twenty first century. He had seen far too much in his life, it took a lot to surprise him. He was totally surprised however, to see a man appear from thin air directly in front of him, as he sat looking towards the small altar at the far end of the chapel.

'Good evening sir, my name is Steven Steele, and I apologise if I startled you,' said Steve as he stood in front of the Pontiff. The old man looked at him in wonder, and seemed at a loss for words. Steve patiently waited making no threatening moves, he realised that he must seem a strange and frightening sight to an old sick man.

'English, you speak English, fascinating.' the old man said slowly. 'I had hoped you were the answer to a prayer, but I am not ready to believe that Angels would speak to an old Polish man in English.' Steve asked if he could sit, and at the Popes nod, pulled up a chair and sat down a few feet away from him.

'I am only a human being sir; I make no claims of divinity or demonology. I am also known by the appellation of Dr. Snip, I must speak with you of a grave matter concerning a number of your priests.' The old mans head bowed as he took this information aboard, then he raised his head again and looked Steve in the eye. For a moment the years fell away, and Steve could see again the tough no-nonsense Priest that he once was. 

'I have heard of your quest Mr. Steele, and if it pleases you to hear it, you have caused consternation, amongst certain groups of clergy.' Said the Pope.

'It would please me sir, if you would personally see to it, that this policy of denial and cover up ceased. Also that these men were brought into the light of day by the Church.' Steve replied. 

'Your policy at the moment, seems to be one of removing those guilty of these crimes to other dioceses, and sending them to help groups etc. 

Very few if any are defrocked, and sent to jail for their crimes. I feel it only fair to you; and the Church, to give you fair warning. I intend to identify and punish these men myself, if the Church refuses to take responsibility for them.' Having said his piece, Steve sat back and waited for the Pope's answer.

'You seem to be a remarkable man Mr. Steele, and I have no doubt that you could indeed do as you say. 

When the newspapers start hearing of priests being castrated by you, then my Church will be shaken, as if Samson himself was pushing over the pillar of trust that these men sully by their actions.' The Pope sat in silence for a while, and then said 'You have my promise that I will concentrate on this problem until it has been corrected.'

Steve breathed a sigh of relief when he heard these words, as he had no idea how to identify the particular priests involved. Once again the magical reputation of Dr. Snip, had worked its charm, and he had gotten the result he had hoped for. Now he wouldn't be tied down for years, single-handedly tracking down these perverts. He could now hopefully leave it to the might of the Catholic Church, to do the job for him.

As he got up ready to leave the Pope asked him to wait a while, 'If you don't mind Mr. Steele, I have been interested in you for a while. Perhaps you could satisfy an old mans curiosity, as to how you manage to achieve such remarkable results.'

'If you treat what I tell you as a confession, then I would have no objection to enlightening you sir,' Steve replied seriously.

'Certainly, what you tell me will stay in my head until I go to my maker,' Mr. Steele.

'OK but please call me Steve.'

'Thank you Steve, and you can call me Charles, as in your language Karol seems to be regarded as a girls name.' At this Steve laughed out loud in surprise, 'For a second there I thought you were going to say that I could call you Johnny,' he chuckled relaxing in this unique mans company. 

Suddenly the door to the chapel opened, and the concerned face of an old nun peered in. She had heard Steve's outburst of laughter, coming from a place where she knew her Pope was alone. There was only one entrance to the chapel, and she had been sitting outside it since he had entered it. 

There was no way that anyone could enter without her seeing them. Yet she was confronted with the sight of the supreme Pontiff, sitting at ease with a smartly dressed man, who had obviously been laughing at a remark made by him.

'It's quite all right Sister there is nothing to fear, I'm just hearing this young mans confession. Please ensure that we are not disturbed until I emerge.' 

Although obviously puzzled, the old nun obeyed her master and quietly shut the door of the chapel on her way out. The old man settled himself comfortably, and asked Steve to commence his story. Steve started at the beginning, and told how he found the QT Device that enabled him to travel in time. 

As he was a policeman, he had decided to use its powers to fight the criminals that disgusted him most. The abusers and killers, that preyed on the innocent children of the world. He explained that he had created the fearsome persona of Dr. Snip, to punish these perverts. Whilst preventing them from harming the children; that they had harmed before he intervened. 

He then told him about meeting Angel, a time agent from the future, who had been sent back to teach him how to use the device efficiently. They had various adventures together, as Steve learned how best to use the QT, some of which he told to his attentive listener. Finally he told of the World Brain he called Merlin, and the mission he had undertaken to help give mankind the stars.

Throughout his story, the Pontiff sat quietly his old lined face giving nothing of what he thought away. Finally when Steve had finished, he looked at him and whispered 

'A time machine, you have the ability to travel to any event in history and see it with your own eyes.' Although it was not said as a question, Steve replied that he could indeed do just that and had done so on many occasions.

The Pope looked at Steve and said 'as a policeman you used this device to fight crimes, what do you think a Priest would use such a device for?' Steve looked the old man in the eye, and said 'I believe it would be very tempting for such a Priest, to travel back in time to see a certain special man; and perhaps to witness certain holy events with his own eyes.'

'Temptation, yes, but to be able to talk to him, and ask his advice on how his Church should proceed, would be a miracle, and one that I would gladly attempt.' The Pope said quietly. Steve sat in stunned silence, what had he got himself into here. To say that things were getting out of control; was one way of putting it. He sat and thought of his options, he had the promise that he had come, for so he could just thank the Pope and leave now. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 02



Or he could attempt something that normally took two QT Devices to perform. He asked the World Brain via his implant, if what he wanted to do was possible. Merlin surprisingly said that it was, it only needed the combined weight of Steve and Charles, to adjust the temporal field emitted by the QT.

Does Angel know about this? Steve asked Merlin. Merlin replied that Steve was the only person he had told about it. As far as it knew Angel still believed that you needed two QT's, to transport two people. Why haven't you told anyone? IT IS HARD ENOUGH TO TRACK THE TWELVE QTS WE HAVE WITHOUT INVOLVING NON-PAYING PASSENGERS.

Understood, however in this one instance could you give me the Temporal and Spatial co-ordinates for the various locations we may need to visit? DONE. The old man watched as Steve sub-vocalised to himself, then heard him ask 'Do you fancy a trip anywhen in particular?'

Suddenly a great fear, settled on the most powerful man in the spiritual world. He had the chance to meet his Boss in person, did he dare; was he worthy? The answer to the first was yes, the second a definite no. However he couldn't live with himself for the short time he had left on this troubled world, if he proved too afraid to answer for his actions to his superior. 

He stood up carefully and squared his shoulders as best he could, 

'Should I tell the Sister that I'm going for this trip?'

'No need' Steve replied, 'we will be back in no time at all.' Steve took Charles's hand firmly in his own, and activated the QT, the chapel was cool, quiet and completely empty.

The heat was just the same, as it had been the last time he was in the Middle East hot, dry and hot. They appeared on a hillside just outside a small town, Charles was slumped on the ground out cold. Steve swore to himself in exasperation, he had forgotten the effect that time travel had on him the first few times he had done it. 

He shaded the old man, and dribbled a few drops of water onto his lips. After a few minutes, Charles revived and tried to sit up. Steve had to steady his companion as the oven heat washed over them. The sun blazed down on their heads, with a ferocity totally ignored by the native population. Charles dressed in his white priestly robes, blended in reasonably well with the dress of the natives. Steve in his best dinner suit, stood out like a sore thumb. 

The first order of business was to purchase a pair of travelling robes, fortunately Steve was an old hand at time travelling, and always carried a few small gold pieces on his person at all times. Gold was the time traveller's friend, as it was always welcome regardless of the era. A small shop in the nearby town, supplied them both with suitable clothing and accessories. They walked back out into the heat, without attracting undue attention. 

Charles had knowledge of ancient Hebrew, and Steve had the translating assistance of his implant. They had not only brokered the purchase of their clothing and supplies, but had also enquired as to the whereabouts of any travelling preachers, or prophets in the area.

The shopkeeper was quite a friendly chap, and had only recently sold some items to an itinerant preacher earlier in the day. The preacher was going to hold a meeting later in the evening, to spread his own version of Gods word to those who were interested. 

The shopkeeper didn't know the man's name, as he hadn't asked, not being that interested in religion. Steve trusted Merlin to set him as close as possible, to the most probable location of the man they sought to meet. 

Consequently they slowly made their way to the meeting place, their pace slow to allow for Charles. When he was Twenty years old, Karol Wojtyla had worked as a stonecutter at a quarry near Zakrzowek, which was close to the city of Krakow. The work was hard, and his body was strong enough to perform this most arduous of tasks easily. 

Sixty-two years later, he was finding it very hard to walk along the dusty track towards the lakeside. Had Steve been sure of the co-ordinates of the place, he could have jumped there. 

However he was forced to walk slowly beside Charles, taking lots of rests and sips of water as they went. They had needed every minute to get to the meeting place on time. Steve was very worried about Charles's state of health, and had twice offered to jump them back to the Vatican. 

Although his body had become a shadow of what it once was, Charles's mind was if anything stronger. He was more determined than he had ever been, and he refused to give up. They had arrived within sight of the lakeside, when Charles had to rest before he collapsed in the road. 

Off to the side of the path was an old log, on which sat a large muscular man chewing on a piece of bread. Steve asked if they could share his log, until his old friend was strong enough to carry on to the meeting place.

Despite his size the man had a gentle demeanour, and indicated that they could join him on his log. He offered Charles a piece of bread, but all he required was rest, and was soon dozing quietly with his head resting on the log. Steve asked the man if he was going to listen to the preacher, as they were. 

The man regarded Steve with exceptionally blue eyes; that were incongruous in such a dark bearded face. 

'You appear very pale, compared to everyone else I have seen today, where are you from?' He asked politely.

'I am from a country called Britain, and my friend is originally from Poland,' Steve replied truthfully.

'Strange names, in all my reading I have never come across them. What do you hope to hear from this preacher?' The man asked pleasantly, passing Steve a water bottle.

'If he is the man we hope he is, then my friend needs to ask his advice on a religious matter.'

'Oh yes? I have a great interest in religion; I have asked almost every question there is about it, from every priest and teacher I meet. 

What question could your friend have, that is so important to him that he risks death to ask it.'

'That is for him to say, I am just his Donkey so to speak. For me this is more of a investigation into history, he is the important one of us.'

'Why is that?'

'Believe it or not, this old man is the religious leader of many countries that are far away from here. He needs to speak with this preacher, if he is indeed the one we seek. I am simply the man who arranged his journey here.' Admitted Steve.

'The big man reached out his hand to Steve,' I am from Nazareth, and I am pleased to meet you. Forgive my questions, there are many Roman spies about, and I am no friend of the Roman.'

Before Steve could introduce himself; Charles woke up and asked for a drink of water. The big man started to talk to him about his religion, and soon they were deep into theological matters that were above Steve's head. Steve allowed their voices to lull him into a doze, and they allowed him to sleep until it was time for the meeting.

They woke him in the cool of the evening, and Charles had recovered enough to walk unaided to the small hill by the side of the lake. Steve and Charles sat on a convenient rock, and invited their new friend to stay with them. He thanked them for their offer of companionship, but said that he had to get a lot closer to the top of the hill. Shaking their hands in farewell, he disappeared into the gathered crowd ringing the hill.

It was a very large crowd, and Steve had been lucky to pick a spot close enough to the top of the hill, to see and hear the preacher clearly when he arrived. The crowd started to murmur, as a group of men made their way individually to the top of the hill. Steve could count thirteen of them, and when they reached the top of the hill twelve of them sat down in a circle around the remaining man. 

This was obviously the Preacher that they all were waiting for, and everyone settled themselves comfortably on the ground to hear his message. It was now full evening, and the only light was from the few flickering torches around the top of the hill, and the moon that shone down serenely. Steve thought that he recognised the preacher, but had to wait until he started to speak to be sure. 

It was their new friend, the man from Nazareth, and his voice were compelling as he spoke of matters dear to the listeners. Steve's implant was fine for small conversations, but he couldn't keep up with the steady flow of words from the big bearded man on the hilltop. Charles however had studied ancient Hebrew as a student, to better understand the religious writings of the time. 

He was following the man's words closely, and Steve could see that he was deeply moved, as he listened intently to every word. Although the majority of the crowd were silent in rapt attention, there was a small group who were paying little attention to the proceedings. These were the children of the people that had come to hear the Preacher; they had soon become bored and were playing about in the crowd. 

Their childish laughter sometimes drowned out the mans words, and a few of the men surrounding him, made as if to send them away to the edges of the crowd. The Preacher would have none of this, and asked the children to come close to him, they gathered around him and he handed out small fruits to them. While they were eating these, he continued his message, reminding them all that our children were Gods gift to us, and were our most precious possessions. 

Their boundless energy was sometimes trying to adults, who had forgotten that they once were just as energetic and boisterous. But they must be protected if the human race were to survive. He finished the meeting, by teaching the gathered crowd a prayer that they could say when they felt alone and vulnerable. 

Steve was concerned to hear Charles gasping as if unable to breath. He decided that he had pushed his luck with the old mans health, as far as he intended to. Holding his hand firmly, he jumped them both back to the Chapel in the Vatican. Settling the old man in the most comfortable chair, Steve went to the door and called in the Sister waiting outside. 

She bustled in, and seeing the state of her master, began administering various medicines that she had on her person, in anticipation of such events. Steve sat quietly to one side as she worked, and was relived when he saw the Pope wave her away and ask her to fetch them a hot drink. As she went out she asked Steve not to tire her master, as he was overdue his rest. 

As the door closed behind her, Charles motioned Steve to come closer. Steve was shocked to see that the old man had been crying, his eyes were red and sore.

'I'm sorry Charles but I couldn't take the chance of you dying back there, perhaps it wasn't meant for you to meet him.' He apologised.

The Pope looked at Steve in surprise, 'Didn't you hear Him? It was the Nazarene himself, I spoke to Him as I would to you. Did you not realise who He was?'

'He just said he was from Nazareth, he didn't tell me his name.'

'No, your translating machine took Him literally,' explained the Pope. 

'He wasn't saying that He was from Nazareth; He was telling you that He was the Nazarene. It was Him, and I spoke with Him. I also heard his words regarding the children, and I am determined to stamp out this evil in the midst of my Church. 

Nothing will stand in my way, I have His orders and I will carry them out as God is my Witness.'

'Thank you sir, that was all I wanted to hear from you, and now I will leave you to rest. Dr. Snip will direct his attention to the Child pornography industry, and hopefully you and I will be on the same side,' said Steve as he shook Charles hand gently in farewell. Long after he had vanished, the Pope looked at the place where Steve had been and thought deep thoughts. 

Steve appeared back in his kitchen, and put the kettle on. He sat down at his breakfast table, and considered the recent events. He wasn't convinced that the man he met and spoke to, was Jesus. However, the Pope had been sure of it, and he bowed to his judgement. 

Steve wasn't at all religious, he had seen the results of religious fervour in Northern Ireland and Jerusalem and he despised it. If that had been Jesus, he just hoped that he never knew how many people had been killed in his name.

With the problem of Paedophile Priests apparently sorted, he could concentrate on a project that had infuriated him, since he had first heard of it years ago. This was the so-called kiddie porn industry; to the majority of people this was the lesser end of the Paedophiles world. 

They pictured these sad perverts, sitting in darkened rooms watching pornographic videos, and not interacting or physically endangering local children. If only that were true, if the children filmed were cartoon drawings, then perhaps there would be a case for leaving this sad industry alone. The reality was that real live children; were being filmed as they were being subjected to sexual abuse. Their distress and pain, recorded for the titillation of perverts. 

Strangely enough it wasn't too hard for a man with a QT, to track down these film producers. Apart from his invaluable police files on the industry, he only had to jump into hardcore porn shops around Europe. He waited until they were closed, and checked the receipts and shipping notes, to find out where the material was bought. 

It took a while to follow the trail of money to the actual film producers, but he persevered and succeeded. He realised that from the moment he started his direct attack on the Industry, the Producers would go deeper underground. He made sure of his intelligence on six of the most prolific porn producers, and planned to hit them all before they could react and hide. There was one in London, three in Holland and two in Germany, and he intended to teach these evil people a lesson they and their associates wouldn't forget. 

To this end he went to his trophy wall, and lifted down his most prized possession. It felt good in his hand, as he hefted it and took a few practice swings. It was time that Excalibur, this beautiful example of the sword makers art, fought against evil again. Angel had presented it to him on his last birthday, and he planned to use it on his crusade against the perverted industry that profited from children's pain. 

His plan was basically simple; he would appear inside the building where the filming took place. If he used his trademark secaturs to remove the balls from these people, he wasn't sure if it would stop them continuing to make films of others raping kids. However he reasoned that if he cut of their hands, then they would find it very difficult to continue in this evil business. 

The London target seemed to set the routine for them all, he appeared in the apparently disused warehouse in Soho. He stood quietly until he located the sound of voices, coming from a room upstairs. Walking up the steel steps, he was careful to make no noise that might alert the targets. 

He needn't have worried too much, as all the people involved in making their latest film, were all busy and concentrating on their various tasks. There were just four of them, not counting the naked little boy who was tied facedown onto the large steel bed. This was bolted to the floor, and surrounded by film lights. 

He looked to Steve to be about six years old, and his tearstained face was testament to his fear and distress. There was a Cameraman, a soundman, a lighting and still cameraman and of course the male porn star who was about to rape the child. Before he walked into the room, Steve had donned the executioner's hood he had worn when he gave the reporters his open letter to Paedophiles, a few weeks ago. 

He needed a disguise, not to protect Dr. Snip, because he intended to ensure that he got the credit for these attacks. However he didn't want Steven Steele, to be associated with the Vigilante if he could help it. The police were already after Dr. Snip for GBH and other crimes. He didn't want to have to look over his shoulder every minute, he had too much to do. The Cameraman seemed to be the one in charge, as he was issuing instructions to the naked porn star, as to how he should go about raping the child. 

He was stressing that it was important that he got the correct camera angles, and that there were no shadows to obscure the cameras view of the action. It wasn't until he got no answer from the man, that he looked up to see him slumped on the floor of the room. Steve had hit him on the head with the steel hilt of Excalibur, and he was unconscious. 

The lighting man had seen this and threw himself at Steve; he met with a heavy boot coming the other way. He ended up sitting on the floor, coughing up blood from his broken ribs. The soundman was a small weasel of a man, and tried to escape by running to the door. Unfortunately for him Steve was in the way, and simply backhanded him into the wall so hard that he bounced off it, and fell across the Cameraman. 

This individual seemed unable to believe what was happening, and spluttered something about being protected from the police. His protestations were silenced, when Steve's boot slammed into his groin. He screamed in pain, and collapsed on top of the soundman. Steve dragged them all over to the steel bed, and handcuffed them all to it by one wrist. 

He then released the little boy, and carried him into the next room where he had spotted a small pile of clothes. The little lad clung tightly to him, as he bent down and picked them up. Steve took them and the boy, down the steel stairs as far away from the film room as possible. Steve removed his hood so as not to frighten him, and helped him to get dressed. 

He explained to the frightened child that he was going to call the police, and that he was to wait quietly here until they came. The little lads name was Bobby, and he told Steve that he lived in a Care home in Hackney. The owner had told him that he was going on a trip to the seaside, when the group of men had arrived at the home. Steve made a note of the name of the care home, and any other names that the boy had overheard during his ordeal.

He didn't press him for details, as he was confident that he would get full co-operation from the men upstairs. Leaving the boy eating a chocolate bar that he had brought along for just such a situation, Steve walked back up the steel stairs. The men had all regained their senses, and demanded that he release them or face the consequences. 

'What consequences would that be?' Steve asked interestedly, his voice slightly disguised by the hood that he had replaced. 

'One word from me, and you will end up dead, you stupid bastard. I have high level protection, and they won't be happy when they hear about this.' The leader of the group threatened. 

'Remind me to ask you their names later,' said Steve quietly.

'Are you insane? We won't tell you shit,' the Camera man retorted confidently. 'Who the fuck do you think you are anyway?'

'My name is Dr. Snip, and you are in deep trouble, you will be only too pleased to tell me anything I ask.' Replied Steve. 

'Let me demonstrate.'

Seeing the porn star had pleased Steve, as here was someone who would benefit from Dr. Snips speciality. The naked man had heard of Dr. Snip, and seeing him approach he frantically tried to free himself from the steel handcuffs. Although each of the men was cuffed to a corner of the bed, it was big enough that they couldn't touch each other. 

Steve realised that he would need to calm the man down, before getting to work on him. He simply drew Excalibur, and smacked him across the side of the head with the flat of the blade. He pulled the limp body as far away as possible from the rest of the group, and tied a restraint between the man's scrotum and his body. Steve had learned from experience, that this type of plastic restraint stopped most of the blood loss from the body. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 02



Reaching into his pocket, he brought out the secatures that he had thought he wouldn't be needing. With no melodrama he cut off the man's testicles, and threw them into a corner of the room. The three other men had looked on in disbelief as he castrated the porn star, and the leader was lost for words.

'If your interested, I cut off his balls because he needs them to do his work,' Steve said in a conversational way. 

'If he had restricted himself to porn with adults I would have had no quarrel with him, but he made the mistake of attacking children and I cannot stand for that.'

'Well fuck you, I don't need my balls to produce films, so you can stick your snippers up your arse' snarled the Cameraman defiantly. Steve just smiled sadly and threw each of the men a plastic restraint. 

'I strongly suggest that you strap these around your right wrists nice and tightly, I personally don't give a damn if you bleed to death but you might.'

'What the fuck are you drivelling about? You wouldn't dare you maniac.' Blustered the leader, as he tried again to pull his hand through the handcuffs.

'Let me help you get out of those cuffs,' Steve said, and with a movement faster than any off them thought possible, he swung Excalibur in an overhead stroke that sheared through the leaders wrist like butter. The cameraman had been pulling on his handcuff, and suddenly found himself falling backwards onto the floor. 

Such was the razor sharpness of Excalibur's blade; that he didn't at first realise what had happened. Then his blood started to gush from his severed wrist, and he started to scream in pain and shock. Steve calmly walked over to him and tied a restraint around the bleeding stump, pulling it tight until the blood loss became a mere trickle. 

He then cuffed the man's left hand to the steel bed. Steve produced a tape recorder and addressed the men, 

'Right gentlemen, now I have your attention I want you to tell me everything I should know about you and your backers. I warn you that any blustering or lying will result in the loss of a hand, and I would remind you that you have two hands to lose.' 

The Cameraman and the Porn star were in no condition to talk coherently for a while, so he turned his attention to the Soundman. Before he started to question the man, he tied a restraint lightly around his wrist. 

'Be prepared, it's a good motto,' Steve quipped, 'and I hope that you live to regret your actions here today.' Steve gently placed the razor sharp blade of Excalibur on the man's wrist, as an incentive.

The Soundman gave Steve the names of all those present, and admitted on tape what they had planned to do to the boy. When he seemed to be hesitating, Steve pulled the blade gently and the sight of his blood dripping onto the floor focused the man's mind instantly. He also spoke of previous films that he had been involved in. He also recited the names of those people he had spoken to on set, and the amount of money he had been paid. 

Things seemed to be going in a civilised manner, until Steve asked him about the films backer. From behind his mask he noticed the Soundman's eyes flicker towards the Cameraman. 

'I have no idea who he is,' he made the mistake of saying.

Steve leaned over and tightened the restraint, and without a word pressed down on the man's wrist with his sword. Again the blade sliced through flesh and bone easily, and the man fainted dead away. After securing him to the bed by his remaining hand, Steve turned to the Lighting man. 

'You seem to still have all your extremities, lets see how long that lasts,' Steve said quietly. 'Talk to me, same rules apply.' The man gave Steve as many names as he could remember, as well as other favourite film set locations. He also knew where the boy had been procured, and which person at the Children's home was involved in the scheme. 

Unfortunately for him he didn't know who the backer was, and seeing the deadly blade start to rise he screamed that the Cameraman was the only one who knew the backer.

'How many Kiddy porn films have you been involved in?' Steve asked in a pleasant voice.

'Only four, honest.'

'The little boy waiting downstairs is called Bobby, can you tell me the names of the four children you helped rape?'

'No, I swear we weren't told their names ever.'

'Well on behalf of four nameless children then.' Steve said in a cold voice, and slammed the blade down so hard that the man's hand flew across the room. 

Once he had stanched the bleeding, he turned back to the Leader of the group.

'Well hello again, how are you getting on so far? Steve asked politely. 

'A little bird tells me that you know some names, please tell me them.'

'Go to hell, if I tell you they will kill me' the man whispered.

'I think you are operating under a misconception,' Steve confided. 

'You seem to think that I won't kill you for some reason. Well perhaps you are right and I won't kill you, but you have seen that I am quite capable of cutting off your other hand. Come to that, I am not averse to cutting off both your feet. 

So if you have no objection to spending the rest of your miserable life as a total cripple, to protect your backer then so be it. Lets hope that he looks after you and wipes your bum for you, because you wont be able to do it for yourself without any hands.' Steve stood up and raised Excalibur high over the man's remaining hand.

'The name of your backer please.'

Perhaps it was the unremitting politeness of this maniac's voice that finally broke his will, but the Cameraman blurted out a name and burst into tears. The sword hung in the air for a few endless seconds, before disappearing back under the masked mans long black leather coat.

'You realise that I know all your names and where you live. If you have lied to me about your backer, I will revisit you and whittle a few more pieces off.' Steve told them to stay still, and wait for the Ambulance. 

They watched in trepidation as he walked out of the room, and back down to the boy. Steve checked that Bobby was OK, and then phoned the Police. He introduced himself as Dr. Snip and briefed them on the situation they would find; then he phoned the Ambulance service. 

He stayed with Bobby, until he heard the sound of the police squad running into the building. He then left the boy, and walking behind a wooden crate jumped to a new location. Both Bobby and the Soundman; had identified the man at the Children's home who organised the supply of children. 

It was the Assistant Head Master, and he had been supplying children to the porn industry for about a year. He always made sure that he was well clear of the film makers. Also he kept a squeaky clean reputation, by threatening the children that had been abused. He threatened them that if they told anyone, he would kill them and burn them in the boiler room of the Home.

He was sitting in his study at the Home considering which antique he would buy next, with his share of the profits from this latest film. Suddenly a shadow fell across his desk, and he looked up in surprise to see a big man wearing a long black leather coat and an executioners mask standing in front of his desk.

'Mr. Whiteman?' the man asked politely.

'Yes, is this some kind of prank, who are you and how did you get into my study? I always lock my door when I'm in here.' The scrawny man indignantly answered.

'I can see why,' replied Steve coldly, noticing the stack of photos that the man had been looking at. They were stills, from the films produced by the very film crew that he had just left. Without further ado Steve punched the man hard on the side of his jaw, sending him smashing to the floor of the office. 

He picked up the stack of photos, and stuffed them into the man's pockets. He then tied a restraint around the unconscious mans right wrist. Then he pulled the pervert's trousers down around his ankles, and tied a second restraint around his scrotum.

Excalibur and his secartures did their work, and after a quick consultation with Merlin regarding weights, he jumped the man back to the room in which the Film crew were still tied to the bed. Merlin had arranged it so he arrived in the room with the crew, just a few seconds after he disappeared from behind the wooden crate. Steve could hear the police team running up the steel stairs, as he dumped Mr, Whiteman on the bed between the moaning film crew. 

As a final touch he just had time to scatter the still photos on the bed for the police to find. He walked into the large wardrobe in the corner of the room, and vanished just as the first policeman entered the room.

'He's in the wardrobe!' the Cameraman screamed at them, 

'the maniac is hiding in the fucking wardrobe.'

The police team surrounded the wardrobe, and at a signal one of them janked the door open, it was empty.

'Very funny, asshole,' snarled the team leader to the distraught man. 

'Well what do we have here then?' His eyes had just registered the fact, that the other four men were nearly unconscious with shock from their amputations. 

The sight of the maniac apparently disappearing into thin air, was the final shock for the Cameraman and he also lapsed into unconsciousness. The team leader stood aside, as the paramedics rushed into the room. The team photographer recorded the scene on video, as the medics did their job with calm efficiency. 

All the body parts were labelled and put into plastic bags. A few members of the police team, were detailed to help carry the injured men down to the ambulances. Thanks to the phone call from Dr. Snip, they knew how many injured they would find, and the type of injuries they would have to deal with at the scene. 

The chief paramedic commented, that he wished all who reported this type of accident were so helpful. 

'This was no accident, it was done in cold blood and must have taken a while from start to finish', growled the team leader. 

'Despite the fact that he hasn't been wrong so far, this Dr. Snip is getting more extreme in his treatment of Paedophiles. I wouldn't take any bets that he won't end up killing someone soon.' 

'From the content of those photos I don't think anyone would shed many tears if he did,' replied the chief medic as he walked out of the room. When the room was clear, the forensic men started their job and the team leader began thinking about how he should word his report of this incident.

Steve sat at his breakfast table sipping his tea, as he went over what had happened. He had gained a lot of valuable information from just one film crew, and he knew for certain where he could find more of them. He missed Angel and wanted her with him, but she had something to do in her own century, and he knew she would see him as soon as she could. 

In the mean time, he may as well keep busy doing what he did best. It had not been easy to mutilate those men; it made him feel unclean. He was only able to do it by keeping the sight of little Bobby tied to the bed, fresh in his mind. Anyone who could do that or even watch it done, was in his opinion less than human and deserved all they got.

He was considering using the newspapers again, to help him fight this organised Child abuse. Of all the newspapers, the London Enquirer seemed to be firmly on his side in his war against Paedophiles. He rang their office and asked for Jack Stoner, this was the reporter who wrote damning exposes on perverts and the like. 

He told Jack that he had information on organised Child abuse, and agreed to meet him within the hour in a pub just across the road from the newspaper office. Jack agreed, although he was a bit surprised when the caller asked him how much he weighed. Steve waited outside the main door of the Newspaper until he saw Jack emerge and start to cross the road. He walked up behind him and giving no warning, grabbed his hand and jumped them to Stonehenge. 

They arrived in the middle of the night, when the area was deserted. Jack was unconscious from the jump, so Steve sat against a Menhir and spent the time admiring the stars and running over what he was going to tell the man. Finally Jack groaned and sat up, 'What the hell? Where am I, I feel like shit, this looks like Stonehenge, who are you?

'I can tell you're a reporter, do you always ask so many bloody questions?' Replied Steve, there was no moon so it was too dark to make out his features. This was as planned, he had no intention of showing his face to a trained observer like Jack.

'Shut up and listen, I am Dr. Snip and I have solid information on organised Child abuse. I have names and addresses, are you interested or not.'

'Dr. Snip eh? I'm pleased to meet you, how did I get from London to Stonehenge?'

'Never mind that, I'm a magician in case you forgot, or don't you believe what you write about me.'

'Fair enough, why choose me to talk to?'

'We seem to be on the same wavelength regarding perverts.'

'Fucking right, although I tend to think that you are a bit soft on them, if it was me I'd kill the lot of them,' Jack said passionately.

'I'm trying to avoid that if at all possible, the reason that I brought you here is because the police are already after me. I can't trust any one not to betray me to them when I set up a meeting.' Answered Steve calmly.

'Well you can trust me, Doc. I'm on your side all the way. How can I help?' Steve told him all about his attack on the film crew, what he had done and why. 

He handed Jack copies of the tape he had made of their confessions, and asked him to give one of them to the police.

'I need a go between so I can keep the police updated on my war, I consider that we are on the same side in this.'

'I'm sure that all of the regular cops are on your side but it would be their jobs to admit it' agreed Jack. 

'I'll read through the transcript of this tape, and use what I can to attack the bastards. 

While I'm here how about an Interview? Everyone in Britain wants to know about you, and why you have such a down on these people in particular.' Steve considered this, and thought that it might help if he got the general public on his side.

'Fire away, but be aware that I can't tell you much about me for obvious reasons.'

'Great, what's your name?'

'Dr. Snip.'

'People assume that you were the victim of Child abuse when you were young, is there any truth in that?'

'No.'

'Did you have a close friend who was abused?'

'No.'

'Then why do you put yourself outside the law in order to persecute these people?'

'It is very difficult for the police to catch these perverts, given the structure of our laws at the moment, I am free of those limitations and I have the power to help those who need it.'

'How do you know with such uncanny accuracy, who these perverts are?'

'Magic.'

'Do you have a girlfriend?' Although surprised by the question, Steve admitted that he did have a girlfriend.

'Does she know what you do, and agree with it?' Steve reminded the reporter that if he answered that question he might be making her an accessory to his crimes, so he just said 'no comment.'

'True enough, sorry I asked said Jack contritely. 

'Why use a sword?'

'It's more precise than a gun, and I have no desire to kill anyone. In fact I don't even want to maim anyone, I would be very happy if all Paedophiles stopped their sick activities so I could go back to my previous life.'

Jack's eyes were adjusting to the darkness and he could make out that this man was tall and well built. 

'Were you a soldier before you started your campaign?'

'Yes,' Steve semi-lied. He knew that the police would question Jack as soon as his story hit the streets. It would focus their attention elsewhere for a while, if they thought he was a soldier.

Jack was excited, 'Are you using secret government equipment to track down these perverts?'

'I cannot confirm or deny that,' Steve answered with a smile, this would certainly send them off on the wrong track.

'Where do you live?' Steve asked the reporter suddenly. Jack gave him an address that was not far from the Newspaper office.

'Well it was nice to meet you Jack, I hope we will be able to work together,' Steve said leaning forward and holding out his hand. Jack automatically grasped it, thinking that the man was just going to shake his hand in farewell. The next thing he knew was waking up in his own bed. 

'Well I'll be fucked, he is a magician after all' he said to himself in wonder.

The story was in the next days Inquirer, it was titled 'Interview with a Vigilante' and as promised told Dr. Snip's side of the story. It ended with a warning to Paedophiles, and especially Organised Child pornographers. Things might start to get nasty, if they didn't stop their sick activities.

In the meantime, Steve had a name to work with, it was a Cambodian immigrant named Ho. This man was the backer and moneyman, of the London Organisation. He owned many whorehouses in Cambodia, and had a limitless supply of native children to film. He had decided however, that his customers would prefer to see western children being abused in his films.

Steve decided to take out another of his film crews, before paying him a visit. This time the film crew were using a disused Church, for the background to their film. Steve intended to follow the same routine that had worked so well previously. He appeared just inside the Church building, and listened to pinpoint the location of the film crew. 

He was confused to hear the crying of a baby, coming from the altar end of the Church. He crept down the darkened aisle to see what was going on, before he attacked. He saw a naked man kneeling on the stone altar. A woman was offering her naked baby to him; he could hear her whining voice demanding her money before she would let them use her baby in the film.

The producer told her that she would get her money, after they had finished with the baby. The woman then asked if she could be in the film as well. 

'Fuck me no, you old bag, this film is for those who like to see babies abused not old druggie whores like you.' Snarled the producer.

Steve's calm methodical plan slammed to a halt, when he realised that the naked man was planning to rape a baby. It was this baby's crying, that had echoed through the church when he first appeared. Steve was stunned, he just stood there for a few agonised seconds before his mind snapped. The baby's crying drowned out the sound of Excalibur sliding from its scabbard. 

It didn't drown out Steve's scream of fury, as he launched himself at the evil tableau. The first one to notice that something was wrong; was the naked man. A razor sharp blade sliced through his neck, and sent his head rolling across the altar until it fell with a meaty thump onto the stone flags. The Cameraman looked up in amazement, just in time to catch the back slash full in his throat. Again the force of the blow; sent his head flying down the aisle to end up under a pew. 

The soundman dropped his recording equipment and went to run for it. Before he had gone two paces three foot of sword blade emerged from his breastbone, as Steve rammed Excalibur into his back. He pulled the sword free of the body, and spun round to confront the Lighting man. Steve saw him on his knees possibly screaming for mercy. 

Steve was screaming so loudly, that he couldn't hear anything through his berserker rage. With all his considerable strength, smashed Excalibur straight down onto the man's skull splitting it and his upper torso in half. Excalibur, Steve and the floor were covered in blood. 

As he looked around for someone else to kill, he seemed a fiend from hell in his blood soaked executioners hood and black cloak. Surprisingly he heard over the baby's exhausted crying, the sound of a woman snivelling. She was the baby's mother and was sitting on a front pew babbling to him that she hadn't meant to hurt her baby, but she needed the money for her fix. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 03



Three. The day of the Jeckell.

Steve woke up slowly; he had stayed at Angel's apartment in the Twenty Sixth Century. His ears were missing the sound of birds twittering outside. There were no birds outside her apartment, it was underground as was all of this centuries London. 

The birds were on the surface with all the other wild animals including wolves and wild boar. He could feel Angel's naked body hot against his side, due to her high metabolism. Even in her sleep her slow and powerful breathing, reminded him of a female tiger asleep. 

Luckily for him she had kept her deadly claws sheathed. Even so she had damn near killed him again last night in her passion. She was so demanding in bed, that he was sure she would kill a lesser man. At least he had finally persuaded her not to use drugs, to enhance their sex. He liked his sex the old fashioned way, without chemical interference. Not counting of course the contraceptive drug; that her implant administered to keep her sterile.

He opened his eyes to look upon her, and instead saw a monster standing over the bed staring down at him. He assumed it was staring at him because of its hunched posture. Its eyes were completely hidden by some sort of black steel mask. The body looked like a humanoid insect, chitinous and bulky. It then seemed to ignore him, and turned away towards his table in the corner of his bedroom. 

It was there that he emptied his pockets at night; scattered on its surface were all the usual bits and pieces that a man carries about with him. All except for one item; his QT Device. The monsters hand was reaching for it, as Steve's brain finally kicked in and told him that he was in danger.

'Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Get away from that,' he yelled throwing back the covers and lunging towards the intruder. Steve was just over six foot tall and strongly built, as an ex-para and now ex-policeman he had kept himself in very good shape. 

As he reached the grotesque figure, it threw its arm backwards as if to brush off an annoying fly. He felt a crushing blow to his chest, and found himself flying back onto the bed. He slammed into Angel, who had woken at his first shout. He barely noticed her body jerk, as she called upon her boost facility to ready herself for attack. 

She leapt off the bed naked and blurred towards the intruder, faster than Steve's eyes could register. To his stunned amazement the monster also seemed to blur, and turning like lightning caught her outstretched arms easily. 

Angel screamed in fury, as she was held off the ground easily by this strange thing. It seemed to realise that it couldn't pick up the QT, whilst holding a furious woman. Twisting its hips it threw Angel into the nearest wall, and turned back to pick up the QT.

Steve was still trying to breath so could only watch, as Angel somersaulted in mid air so she landed with her feet against the wall. She had slammed into full battle mode; her enhanced muscles were flooded with adrenaline. As if defying gravity she flexed her long legs, and sprang back off the wall towards the intruder. 

Steve just managed to put his hands over his ears, before her battle screech smashed through his skull. In battle mode she used every weapon available to incapacitate her enemy, including sound. The crippling decibel levels her throat implant generated, were enough to disorientate any human. 

In this instance however it only served to warn the strange creature of her attack. Without any sign of distress it turned again to meet her, seeing this Angel called upon her ultimate weapon. As she flashed across the room, Steve saw her nails glow as she deployed her monofilament implants. The glow was caused by dust motes in the air, being annihilated by the molecule sharp edges of her nails.

He had seen her cut through steel walls with them, and dismember a steel killer Robot. Not to forget the Tyrannosaurus rex that she had decapitated. The creature evidently recognised its danger, and to Angels total amazement although already boosted, it boosted again. Even in her already boosted state she saw it blur, and before her nails hit it, it had grabbed Steve's QT and flashed out of the door. 

In full flight Angel's hands hit the bedroom wall, and cut deeply into it. As she fell to the floor her boost cut out, she sagged against the wall in defeat.

'Fuck me, Steve, did you see that fucker move.' She said dispiritedly. Since associating with him in the twentieth century, her vocabulary had become richer with expletives.

Steve had only just got his breath back, from the backhanded smash from the creatures arm.

'Are you alright?' he gasped painfully.

'Fucking peachey; I just feel a right cunt for having my arse handed to me by that fucker.' She muttered.

'Any idea what it was?'

'Only one thing it could be love, a fucking government Storm Trooper.'

Angel climbed to her feet and brushed the debris from her naked body.

'Only a Storm Trooper could boost at twice my speed. My implants are ex-military; that means obsolete, compared to the latest technology available to the British Army.

'You are joking I hope, why would the British Army attack us?'

'Attack us! I can assure you that it wasn't sent here to attack us. If it had been we would almost certainly be dead.' She answered.

'It was sent to "acquire" your QT, which it did with the minimum of effort on its part.'

'You say "it" is it a human being or a robot?'

'Who the fuck knows, it probably doesn't remember itself. They start out as super fit humans, but by the time the government has fully modified them, they are more synthetic than flesh and blood. My modifications are pathetic shadows compared to theirs.'

Steve walked into the kitchen rubbing his sore chest; Angel followed still unconcernedly naked and plonked herself down on a chair. She watched while Steve brewed up his answer to everything, a hot cup of tea.

'Do you want one?' he asked politely.

'No thanks love I've already hit,' she replied absentmindedly.

'I wish you would stop taking drugs, it worries me.'

Angel came from this Twenty Sixth century, where recreational and performance-enhancing drugs were routinely taken. 

Drug taking was as common there, as smoking is in this century. One of her many implants monitored her vitality, and adjusted it for maximum performance automatically. It achieved this, by releasing various drugs into her bloodstream as it deemed necessary.

'Tea contains Caffeine,' she pointed out.

'Yeah right,' he said sitting down with his cup of tea.

'Why didn't it take your QT as well?'

'It follows orders to the letter, it was obviously told to take yours. Had it been told to take mine it would have done so.'

'Well I want my QT back, how do we go about it?' he stated quietly.

'We first have to know who has it, where it is, and of course when it is,' she replied handing him her QT. 

'I suggest you ask your favourite magician Merlin.'

'Do I need to be holding a QT to talk to him?'

'How the fuck do I know, you're the one that's been chatting to the fucking World Brain for donkey's ages, don't you know?'

Steve placed Angel's device on the table, and removed his hand from it.

'Merlin are you there?' he spoke out loud so Angel could hear. OF COURSE STEVE, HOW CAN I HELP. Steve let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding, thank God he could still talk to his friend Merlin.

'I am so glad I can communicate with you without my QT.'

YOUR QT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH COMMUNICATION. THAT IS ACHIEVED BY THE IMPLANT IN YOUR BRAIN. THE QT ENABLES YOU TO TRAVEL THROUGH TIME AND SPACE.

'Houston we have a problem, my QT has been stolen, possibly by the British Army.'

IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. YOUR DEVICE IS ONE OF ONLY TWELVE IN EXISTANCE. IT IS PRICELESS.

'Any ideas on who has it?'

SOMEONE WITH ACCESS TO ELITE ARMY PERSONNEL.

'Like who?'

THE BRITISH PRIME MINISTER AND OR MEMBERS OF HIS CABINET.

'Oh fuck me backwards,' muttered Angel, 'that's all we fucking need.'

'Thanks Merlin, I'll be in touch,' said Steve ending the conversation.

Steve looked at Angel sitting there with her head in her hands.

'Are you sure it was a Storm Trooper love?'

'Yep.'

'How many are there in the British Army?'

'Ten'

'Ten?' repeated Steve in disbelief, 

'the British Army has only ten Storm Troopers?'

'The British Army has only ten soldiers, all of them Storm Troopers,' she clarified.

'How in God's name can Britain control all that it controls around the world, with just ten men?'

'You've seen one; they are almost superhuman, almost indestructible and totally loyal to their superiors. We don't need any more than ten, combined with the War Department's QT they can go anywhere and anywhen and kill anyone.' 

'If the War department has access to a QT, why would they want mine?'

She reminded Steve that there were only twelve QT's ever made, and all of them were in the possession of Time Agents. If any of those were stolen it would create a furore at the highest level. Even Angel's was protected, since she worked for the British Temporal Organisation, albeit on a freelance basis. 

'It appears that yours is the only one up for grabs, I'm afraid,' she said, 'no one is on your side in this. I assume a very powerful person near to the Prime Minister wants one for their own use.'

'In that case I believe they have made their first mistake,' said Steve. 

'I do have people on my side, you and Merlin, I would bet on you against all the British Army.'

Angel pushed her QT across the table towards Steve, 

'Here love you'll need this to find your QT.'

Steve got up, and went around the table until he could take her in his arms.

'Thank you darling, but it is too dangerous to let it out of your possession. If I used it our enemies could consider it mine, and feel free to take this one as well.'

Angel hadn't considered that consequence, and was lost for ideas.

'We do know something that they don't,' said Steve, ' your QT can carry both of us.'

'You never did explain that Gold moving trick to me properly, how did you manage to transport tons of gold from one place to another?' Angel asked.

'This is a secret that only I know and I am about to tell you, Merlin can adjust the field strength of the QT to carry just about anything.'

'That sneaky fucking AI, no one in the BTO knows this?'

'Nope, just us chickens,' he replied with a smile.

'Hey we're a team again,' she exclaimed with a big grin.

Steve had an idea, 

'Merlin, I remember you saying that you could track all QT's if they were used, is that so?'

YES

'I would bet money, that the first thing our thief does is try out his new toy. We have only got to wait a bit and Merlin will detect its location.'

SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN TO ME.

'What shall we do while we wait?' asked Angel.

'Get some sleep I suppose, it's still early in the morning.' He replied.

'I've got a better idea,' said Angel bending over the table, ' I'm too hyper to sleep.' She looked coquettishly over her shoulder at Steve, and wiggled her beautiful naked bottom.

'Sounds like a plan to me,' he said.

JURASSIC Merlin's announcement rang in his brain, and he jumped out of bed in shock.

'For God's sake Merlin, can't you clear your throat or something, before scaring the shit out of me?'

COUGH, COUGH JURASSIC.

'Sorry old friend, I was just taken by surprise for a second.'

FRIEND?

'Yes, of course we're friends, did you ever think we weren't?'

I HAVE NEVER CONSIDERED THE MATTER. I WILL CONSIDER IT NOW. YES I WOULD LIKE US TO BE FRIENDS.

'Thank you, I am proud to be your friend Merlin.'

COUGH, COUGH JURASSIC, OLD FRIEND STEVE.

'What is he saying Steve?' asked Angel sitting up in bed.

'Merlin could you include Angel in our conversations please?'

CERTAINLY, OLD FRIEND STEVE

'Have you found that fucking QT yet?' she asked. IT IS IN THE FUCKING JURASSIC Steve burst into laughter at the sight of Angel's face; it had turned red. Although she had embraced the Anglo-Saxon expletive, she had been totally shocked to hear it repeated back to her by the omnipotent World Brain.

'The fuck..... cheeky cu... bugger he is going through your QT's memory,' she stuttered.

'I bet he is at my sunbed right now.'

'Well we can't do anything about it just now, we are both naked and I haven't had any breakfast.' He pointed out.

Despite her desire to retrieve Steve's QT, Angel saw the logic in this and they both washed and dressed quickly. Angel simply dressed in one of her sprayed on catsuits, with her utility belt that carried her QT and other useful things.

Steve wore his usual clothes, covered with his favourite Black Kevlar coat. On impulse he slid his sword into its hidden sheath, sewn into the back of the armoured coat. Only Excalibur's hilt showed just sticking up behind his head.

'That won't be much use against a Storm Trooper love,' remarked Angel.

'Don't forget whoever is using my QT, can only go to places by himself. With any luck we won't see any Storm Troopers.' He replied hopefully.

They were ready to depart, Angel's QT was calibrated for the combined weight of them both.

'What's our plan?' asked Steve.

'We jump in, kill the fucker grab your QT, Jump out,' she said succinctly. 

'Sounds like a plan to me,' said Steve, ' let's go.'

Angel visualised her sun bed, and they were both there. The ledge was high on the side of a cliff; fifty feet beneath it was a crystal clear lake. The heat and smells of the fecund Jurassic world 65 Million years in their past, assaulted their senses. As Steve had suspected the ledge was empty, the enemy had been and gone.

Looking down at the lake he was surprised to see the carcass of the T-Rex, that Angel had killed a long while ago.

'Why is that still there Angel? I would have thought the carrion eaters would have stripped it to the bone by now.'

'They haven't had time yet Steve; in this time we have only been gone a few minutes since our last visit here,' she explained. 

'When programmed, the QT always brings us to the same place and time.' It just ensures that we always arrive, a few minutes after we previously left. This is a default setting, that makes sure we never meet ourselves.'

'So if we were to jump to any of our previous destinations, we would only have left it a few minutes earlier?' asked Steve thinking deeply.

'I think I know where we might catch him,' said Steve.

'He is obviously wary of trying out new destinations; he is going down our record of previous destinations as a training exercise. I think if we jump to "Caligula" we will only have to wait a few minutes until he jumps in.'

'Good thinking Batman,' said Angel admiringly.

Caligula AD 12 -- AD 41, few names invoke such an image of lust and depravity, as the Roman Emperor Caligula. His real name was Gaius. Gaius, Julius, Caesar, Germanicus, to give him his full name. Bizarrely the feared name "Caligula" means "Bootikins". 

From the ages two to four, he lived with his father Germanicus's legions, on the Rhine. He was a lovely cheerful boy, who loved to run around wearing his father's boots. His father's soldiers; gave him the affectionate nick name "Bootikins". With the death of the miserable paranoid Tiberius, he became Emperor.

He was 24 years old and very popular with the people; he loved sponsoring lavish games for the Roman's to enjoy. Unfortunately less than a year into his reign he fell desperately ill. He recovered, but underwent a personality change, and his mind became unbalanced.

Steve and Angel had jumped back home to dress in togas, and from there had jumped to Rome AD 40. They arrived un-noticed in a side room, from whence Angel had departed just a few minutes earlier. She had been here taking a break from work, and had joined in the orgy with abandoned gusto. 

Angel had shagged every fit young man and some of the women. Then after watching Claudius's wife being serviced by a white bull, she had become bored and jumped out. Slaves were still shovelling up the bull droppings from the floor. There were various drunken but handsome men, she could see lounging around the room. 

They were in in various states of undress, she hoped they wouldn't recognise her as the woman they had been fucking. Only a few minutes ago as far as they were concerned, but over a year ago as far as she was concerned.

Caligula was sitting on a raised platform at one end of the room. Two of his praetorian guard were standing behind him, keeping watch for assassins. As he surveyed the room, he allowed a naked young slave boy to pour wine down his imperial throat.

He was attended; by his three sisters. Drusilla was kneeling between his legs giving him oral sex. Livilla was sitting beside him, letting him absentmindly feel her young firm breasts. Agrippina was fondling a large horse, in a most inappropriate manner.

The horse had a circlet of laurel leaves on its head, and was held by two slaves. It was richly caparisoned in white silk to resemble a toga.

'What's with the horse,' asked Steve.

'Caligula has made it Consul, just to piss off the Senate,' she replied.

'He likes to keep it in the family.' Angel whispered to Steve.

'How will we spot our thief,' Steve asked, ignoring the tableau. He didn't care what adults did together sexually; he just concerned himself with protecting children. 

'I'm not sure; I have all the faces of the most powerful men in the country downloaded into my implant. The facial recognition programme will alert me, if my eyes see one of them.

'Didn't Caligula have something to do with seashells?' asked Steve rummaging through his meagre knowledge of Roman history.

'Oh that, yes he went to conquer Britain, but only got as far as the shore of the Channel. So he ordered his soldiers to collect baskets of seashells, to take back to Rome,' she answered with a sad smile.

'Why on earth did he do that?'

'Fuck knows,' she replied absently scanning the crowd.

'It proved to be the final straw against him, his praetorian guard killed him, his wife Caesonia, and his daughter in AD 41.' Steve clenched his fists in impotent rage. He hated the fact that when a new emperor was chosen, often every member of the previous emperor's family was killed. This was to avoid challengers to the new regime.

'Fuck me I see him,' said Angel drawing Steve's attention to a man who had just entered the room. He had come from the same side-room that they had just emerged from.

'I might have guessed, it's Jeckell the war minister. No wonder we had Storm Troopers up our arse's, he's their ultimate boss,'

Jeckell was looking around in wonder; everywhere his eyes fell there were naked women. They were copulating with whomsoever was nearest, regardless of gender. 

'Can you see my QT?' whispered Steve.

'It must be on a belt under his toga,' deduced Angel, ' I have an idea.'

Without any fuss she slipped off her toga, she was now naked and fitted in almost perfectly, with the majority of the women in the room. Affecting a drunken stumble, she weaved her way across the writhing bodies towards her target. She was just stepping over the last body to be within grabbing range, when a drunken hand reached up and grabbed her pubes painfully.

'Fuck off you stupid cunt,' snarled Angel and backhanded the drunkard. Unfortunately Jeckell heard her swear in colloquial English, and his hand darted towards the QT on his belt. Angel had hoped that having to reach inside his toga, would give her the few seconds she needed to grab it before activation. 

Jeckell however pressed the activation button, through the thin material and disappeared. Angel was furious, she had considered boosting and grabbing the QT. However she had a sneaky feeling that Jeckell, with his unparalleled access to military technology may himself be able to boost. Thus she had tried the subtle approach and been rumbled.




Dr. Snip Ch. 03



Looking for someone to punish, she stalked naked across the room to Agrippina. The Emperors sister was still playing with her equine lover. With a slap that echoed across the room, Angel hurled the perverted woman away from the frightened horse.

'Leave the poor fucking animal alone you stupid fucking cunt,' she screamed at the crumpled body of the Emperor's sister. In the stunned silence that followed she walked back over to Steve.

'Hold tight lover, lets go.'

'Just a moment Angel' said Steve through gritted teeth. He had see Caligula absentmindedly cuff the young slave boy out of the way, so he could see what was going on in the room. Clenching his fists, he strode towards the drunken ruler of the civilised world. The two guards were picking up the sobbing body of Caesar's sister and didn't see him coming. Steve moved Drusilla gently aside from Caligula's groin, and as the man looked up in annoyance Steve kicked him full in the testicles.

Steve stepped back quickly to avoid the alcohol, and partly digested food that sprayed from the emperor's mouth. Drusilla wasn't so fortunate, and her face and hair were drenched in her brother's vomit.

'All done,' said Steve as he returned to Angel. Before the astounded pain filled eyes of Caligula, the two people disappeared.

'That could have gone better,' she admitted when they were sat around Steve's kitchen table.

'Hey, the plan worked we know who has my QT, and now we can get it back,' he said optimistically.

'All we have to do is report him to your Prime Minister, and have him arrested,' he concluded.

'Peregrine Jeckell is Britain's War Minister, we wouldn't be believed for a moment. The PM dare not offend his most powerful Minister, without concrete proof of his guilt. Our Government has many opposing factions; the current thinking is to slowly take over the world by financial means. 

Jeckell want's to revive the British Empire by force.'

'What with ten Storm Troopers?'

'That's his stumbling block, he is arguing for an increase in the number of Storm Troopers.'

'He's already got ten of the invincible fuckers, how many more doe's he want?'

'One Thousand.'

'Good God, whoever controlled a thousand of those monsters, would be able to rule the world.'

'Exactly, that's why the PM is dead against the idea.'

'What's to stop Jeckell assassinating the PM, and taking over?'

'Look in the mirror Steve,' answered Angel quietly. Puzzled Steve did as she asked, and looked into his kitchen mirror. Two people looked back at him. 'Oh fuck me.' He moaned.

'Good idea,' she said, 'lets go to bed and not think on it for a while.'

The Prime Minister of Great Britain; was the most powerful man in the world. His name was Marcus Armstrong, and if he wished he could ruin any other country he chose. Britain controlled the oil of the world; the Middle East was a radioactive desert. 

Years ago Mossad the secret police of Israel; had intercepted a car bomb heading for Jerusalem. There had been many attempts to attack this most precious of cities, but this car bomb was the final straw. It contained a nuclear bomb, supplied by Iran. 

The hawks of Israel, became afraid of the constant threats by their Arab neighbours. They finally used their ultimate weapon, and nuked Iraq, Iran, Syria, and the Lebanon. They had planned to leave Kuwait alone because of their oil. However the seismic shockwaves from the massive attack, had disturbed the geological makeup of the oil fields, and Kuwait's oil had run dry.

The industrial nations collapsed, including Britain. The countries like America that had oil of their own, slammed the door on exports. Even so the car died, as did lorries, diesel trains and Oil fired power stations.

Year's earlier, British scientists had discovered a way to travel in time. They did it using a phenomenon called Quantum Tunnelling. Machiavellian minds in the corridors of power; realised that they could go back in time to the Middle Eastern oil fields, and basically steal the oil from the ground. Transporting it back to Britain's oil tanks, via a larger version of the QT called a Portal.

The British Government kept Time Travel a secret, from the rest of the world. They went back to the oil fields of Arabia, ten thousand years in the past. Drilling equipment was sent through, and pumped oil through the portal into Britain's storage tanks. By selling and bartering the oil to a desperate world, Britain became rich and powerful again. 

Using the excuse of repopulating the commonwealth. Britain forcibly sent the various ethnic groups back to their original countries, and followed the path of eugenics. 

Britain embraced the ideal of the perfect human being. By using all its knowledge of genetics, it strove to create a healthy long-lived Briton, and came very close to that goal.

However there were always the megalomaniacs, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Stalin, Hitler, they all wanted to rule the world. Some came closer to it than others, but none succeeded. Peregrine Jeckell intended to succeed; he had a plan. 

The world had never been more vulnerable. First the Aids plague finally exploded in Africa, wiping out sixty percent of the African population. Then the Chinese were hit by a mystery plague similar to the Black Death; that swept across the continent faster than they could contain it. 

By the time it died down eighty percent of the Chinese people were dead, many of the deaths caused by the secondary effects of mass death. i.e. Breakdown in food production causing mass starvation, setting off civil wars to control what little there was left. China was no longer a factor in World politics. 

The Russian countries fell back into the Middle Ages very quickly. Their various ethnic groups warring upon each other, until there were few left viable. India and Pakistan annihilated each other with their nuclear weapons; again the trigger was the Khyber Pass. 

Afghanistan was wiped out by mistake, as a few Indian missiles overshot the target. America disintegrated into individual states again. The sea levels continued to rise inexorably, due to global warming. Despite Herculean efforts, there were devastating floods in all coastal regions. 

The World needed a strong hand at the tiller. Great Britain had recovered fastest, and was now in a position to impose it's moral values on the rest of the world. The non-British were like unruly children, and just needed a firm hand to guide them.

Discipline and order must be restored, hopefully by reasoned argument but if necessary, by overwhelming force. The World had seen what had happened to all the countries that the British Empire had foolishly relinquished control of in the past. They had all degenerated into political and financial chaos, when the guiding hand of Great Britain had been removed.

Peregrine Jeckell intended to be that guiding hand; he knew that you couldn't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. He was quite willing to break eggs; he just needed more egg breakers. I.e.: British Storm Troopers. Unfortunately a sacrifice had to be made to achieve his goal.

The sacrifice was to be Peregrine Jeckell, at least the Peregrine Jeckell that now looked back at him from his mirror. He had just lost the last election to be PM by the narrowest of margins. The PM had made him War Minister as consolation. Given the advantage of hind sight, he intended to correct that result. He had recorded all the information that his earlier self needed, to ensure winning. 

He didn't need to explain his plan to himself, as he had formulated his plan long before the election for PM. All his earlier self needed; was an edge, this QT device was that edge and he was going to use it. 

He wasn't a stupid man, he fully realised that by changing the past his present would be wiped out, including the "him" that had changed it. However he steeled himself, the present "he" would in effect die. However the earlier "he" would be PM, and authorise the expansion of the Empire. There was also the chance; that he might in fact survive in an alternate universe, nobody could be sure.

The first thing he would do as PM; would be to disband the British Temporal Organisation, led as it was by that coward Cameron McDonald. They were a bunch of timid fools, afraid to change the past in case it changed the future. So what if it did, as long as Britain benefited, the risk was well worth it.

Their Agents had almost caught him in Rome, but he had been too clever and quick for them. That alone was proof, that he was the one man fit enough to lead the World. He would confiscate all the existing QT devices, and ensure that more were manufactured. No one would be able to stand against him.

Peregrine Jeckell was a hawk, and he was about to strike. He had played with the QT sufficiently, to be confident of arriving where and when required. He had done his best to avoid the effects of paradox. For example he could leave his information on sheets of paper, for his earlier self to read.

However the moment his earlier self decided to follow the instructions, the later him should cease to exist. Therefore he couldn't have written the information in the first place.

He had considered all the possibilities, and had realised that time travellers could well have been guiding mankind for centuries. Their chosen method? Dreams. How many times in the past, had great men followed their dreams to victory. 

Who knows how many of them were whispered to in the night, by helpful time travellers. Those who acted upon their advice became successful, and later would say 'I had a dream.'

Taking a deep breath he activated the QT.

It was the final few days before the election of the new British PM. Peregrine Jeckell was fitfully dozing in his bed, his mind going over all the things he thought he had to do to win. He heard a strangely familiar voice whispering to him.

'Peregrine Jeckell, this is a dream, listen carefully. You will lose the election, unless you follow these instructions to the letter.'

A short succinct list of tasks was imparted.

'Who are you?' he mumbled still half asleep.

'Do you remember Miss Anderson at boarding School? You watched her masturbating, through a hole that you drilled in her bedroom wall. No one ever found out about that, and you never told anyone. I am you Perrywinkle, from your future, do as I ask and you will become PM.' 

Peregrine Jeckell stood up from where he had been kneeling at the side of his earlier self's bed. He placed the QT on the floor by a pair of slippers, and quietly walked out of the room into the unknown. Peregrine Jeckell woke up that morning full of new ideas; he could see clearly what to do to succeed in the forthcoming election. He was revitalised and almost bounced out of bed. 

As he put on his slippers, he was astonished to see what appeared to be a QT device lying on his carpet by his slippers. He recognised it for what it was immediately, he had seen one before; in just the same way that he had seen the crown jewels. Priceless; but not for the likes of him. 

Where on earth did it come from, and who had left it here for him to find? "Perrywinkle" where did that thought come from? No one had called him that since his mother had died. His father had named him "Peregrine" a manly name, but his mother had wanted a less warlike name so had referred to him as her little perrywinkle.

She had died when he was ten, and he was certain that none of his peers knew about her nickname for him. With a shrug he slipped the QT into the pocket of his jacket that was hanging in the wardrobe, and began his morning routine of washing and dressing. He would have to make very discreet enquires as to any missing QT devices, and then decide his best course of action.

'I have an idea,' stated Angel, ' I'm surprised that I didn't think of it before.'

She was lying naked on top of him idly twiddling his chest hairs.

'You probably just needed a good shag to get your brain working,' Steve interjected with a smile.

Angel slid her hand down between his hairy legs, and took gentle hold of his family jewels.

'Be nice or else.' She threatened playfully. Steve in turn placed his hands on her lower ribs.

'Do you think you can squeeze before I tickle, well do you punk?'

'You bastard, you terrify me, you know I can't stand being tickled,' she capitulated. He held her tight to him and kissed her lovingly. 

'Yeah right, what is this idea then?'

Although it pains me to admit it, there is one man that we can trust with this information. 

Sir Cameron McDonald, director of the B.T.O. 

'I thought you didn't like him?'

'It's not that I don't like him as such, it's just that he is very dour and follows the party line regarding time travel interference. I dread the day he finds out about Dr. Snip, he'll have a stroke. 

That's why I have kept you two from meeting so far.'

'I know how to keep my mouth shut,' he said.

'Just as well for you that I don't,' she giggled sliding down his body until her mouth was somewhere interesting. After a while they got up and after another breakfast, got ready to beard the lion in his den. Utilising her QT they jumped forward to the Twenty Sixth Century.

As a Time Agent albeit freelance; Angel could see the director at very short notice. They were soon standing in front of his desk, ready to present their case to him. He listened politely to their story and when they had finished, they asked him if he would tell the PM about Jeckell and his plans.

He looked up at them from beneath his heavy white eyebrows, and invited them to sit down. Angel was stunned; no one sat in the director's office it just wasn't done. He insisted; and they both sat down and tried to be patient, as they waited for him to answer.

'Either you are both insane, which I fervently hope is the case, or what I was put here to forestall has finally happened.' He said in his quiet powerful voice.

'Peregrine Jeckell is our Prime Minister; he has just been elected by his peers.

If what you tell me is true, then time has been meddled with, and the B.T.O. has failed to stop it.'

But Marcus Armstrong is the PM insisted Angel, it was a close run election but he won.

'The only reason you know this, is because you were down time of the wave of change that must have swept uptime from the moment of intervention,' explained the Director.

'My head hurts,' complained Steve.

'If you believe us then can you help us,' asked Angel.

'Unfortunately the first thing that our new PM did was to disband the B.T.O. I am currently unemployed and powerless to help you,' answered the Director sadly, ' I am only here to clear out my desk.'

'Fuck me,' swore Angel.

'Yes, fuck me, seems to cover it,' agreed the Director. 

'The second thing he did was to authorise the expansion of the British Army, by recruiting an additional thousand Storm Troopers. I can only suggest that we take some time to ponder on this situation, and meet again tomorrow.'

To Steve's surprise Angel agreed to this without comment, and they both left the office.

They jumped back to Steve's house and he put the kettle on.

'Well as one door shuts, another slams in your face.' He commented.

'Lets ask Merlin,' she suggested.

'Why not? Merlin are you listening?'

YES STEVE

'Do you know that our new PM has tampered with the past, to ensure his appointment?'

NO, AS FAR AS I AM AWARE HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE PM.

'Well take your old friend's word on it, the PM was Marcus Armstrong before Jeckell meddled with time,' said Steve. THAT WILL BE DIFFICULT, EMPIRICAL PROOF DEMANDS THAT I BELIEVE JECKELL IS BRITAINS RIGHTFUL PM.

'Wow, Merlin your communication is deafening me,' complained Angel.

'Is there any other way you can talk to us?'

Steve suddenly jumped up from the table so quickly, that he fell backwards over his chair and landed on the floor. Angel's reaction was outwardly calmer, only because she came from the twenty sixth century and was used to holograms and the like.

An old man with a long white beard, had materialised sitting opposite Steve.

'Is this better?' he asked with a grin, ' hello old friend Steve, why are you lying on the floor?'

'Good God, where did you come from? are you Merlin?' spluttered Steve.

'Yes of course, is this form of communication more efficient?' 

'How are you here?'

'I am simply a figment of your imagination, transmitted through your implant to your optic nerve,' explained the old wizard.

'Wow, can Angel see you as well?'

'Yes although details may differ, depending on how she visualises Merlin.'

'Why the fuck haven't you appeared to me like this before?'

The old man sipped his imaginary tea and with a smile said, 

'You never asked me.'

'I didn't know you could, this is much better,' said Steve he stood up and dusted himself down, facing Merlin he bowed politely and said, 

'Pleased to meet you at last old friend.'

'Pleased to meet you, old friend Steve, and of course the lovely Angel.'

Angel's version of Merlin; was coloured by her Twenty Sixth century mind. She saw a figure similar to the one Steve saw, but hers was made out of liquid metal, as her mind tried to amalgamate a wizard with an AI.

'To get back to your problem Steve, why do you think that Peregrine Jeckell shouldn't be Britain's PM?' asked Merlin.

'I will answer on Steve's behalf as he has very little interest in the political situation in our century,' said Angel. 

'I know from personal memory that Marcus Armstrong won the election for PM. If you need to confirm this, please scan my implant for the required data.'

Merlin took this as an invitation, and closing his eyes scanned Angel's memories of the election.

'Amazing, this is the first time to my knowledge, that I have been caught up in a time change. It appears that you are correct Angel, and Jeckell has changed history to suit himself.'

'What can we do about it?' asked Steve, relieved that Merlin believed them at last.

'You must try and pinpoint the moment in time when the intervention took place and cancel it out,' said Merlin. Steve slipped back into his policeman's training 

'Was there anything odd about the result, was he voted for by people who wouldn't normally have supported him?'

Merlin could answer this question as the election had happened after the time change.

'Nothing as obvious as that I'm afraid, however Jeckell didn't put a foot wrong during the last few weeks running up to the vote. All politicians make some mistakes but he didn't.'

'As if with the advantage of hindsight?' pressed Steve.

'Exactly,' conceded Merlin.

'I remember a story I once read, where someone travelled back in time and gave Churchill a copy of his Memoirs. Using the knowledge from his own book, Churchill avoided making the many mistakes that he would have made. When the allies had beaten Germany, they then attacked Russia at its weakest and conquered them. This avoided the cold war that followed the original allied victory, and saved thousands of lives in the process,' said Steve.

'Unfortunately that wouldn't have worked' said Angel, 'the moment Churchill deviated from those memoirs; the memoirs would change to record the new future. The original memoirs would never have been written, so couldn't have been taken into the past.'

'So someone, it could only have been Jeckell because he was the only one with a QT device, went back in time and imparted certain vital information to his earlier self. It was this information, that was the trigger to the time change,' clarified Angel. 

'KIS' said Steve suddenly.

'What now, in front of Merlin?' spluttered Angel, her face turning pink.

'Keep It Simple,' clarified Steve with a grin at her discomfiture.

'We ask Jeckell about it, when he tells us we go back in time and interfere.'




Dr. Snip Ch. 03



'Just like that? What makes you think he will tell us,' she asked.

'That's where the plan comes in.'

'What plan?' asked Angel and Merlin together.

'The one we are about to come up with of course,' he answered cheekily.

In the end the plan was simple, no amount of security was protection against a QT. They planned to jump into Jeckell's bedroom, grab him and jump out. That was their priority; their second priority was to grab the QT if they saw it.

There was a small problem to overcome, Jeckell normally slept alone. Being paranoid, there was always one of his most trusted Storm Troopers standing just inside his doorway guarding his sleep. Its military boost could probably enable it to interfere with, or possibly stop the planned snatch.

The only time the Storm Trooper wasn't in the bedroom with Jeckell, was when he was entertaining a young lady.

'This seems like the right time to deploy my secret weapons' said Angel. She took a deep breath, and brought the said weapons to Steve's attention.

Jeckell was a very happy man; he was PM of GB and the most powerful man in the world. He had achieved the first two tasks on his "to do" list. The B.T.O. was disbanded, and the time agents were being recalled from their various missions. As they returned their QT's would be confiscated.

He had then signed an executive order, increasing the British Army to one thousand Storm Troopers. This would take some time, as new soldiers had to be recruited trained and then modified, to become the efficient killing machines that were the British Storm Troopers.

Still all in all things were going well, and he was pleased with himself. Jeckell wasn't an insane man; he sincerely believed that his plan was the right plan for the world. The world order had crumbled, and it was Britain's historical duty "to put things right."

One of the perks of the job seemed to be that lovely young women, who at one time would have ignored him, now fawned over him. He licked his thin lips in anticipation; at the thought of the special young lady he was entertaining tonight. She was absolutely stunning, tall, beautiful, raven black hair and breasts with nipples that could poke a man's eyes out.

He had met her at a party for the rich and powerful. Her name was Gloria, and she was the daughter of some ambassador. She had been honoured to meet him, and she had found him charming and very sexy. She looked vaguely familiar to him and when he asked if they had met before, she told him that she was always being photographed for magazines all around the civilised world.

She was escorted through the corridors of No. 10 to his bedroom, by his own personal guard. Jeckell was sitting on a settee at the side of the room, attempting to look debonair in his dressing gown.

'Hawk, how lovely to see you again,' she breathed sexily as she walked into the room followed by his guard.

He swelled up at hearing her nickname for him. She had said that Peregrine was too difficult a name for her to remember, so she would call him "Hawk" instead.

'Hello again Gloria, sorry about the guard but one cannot be too careful these days. He will have to search you for weapons I'm afraid.

'No problem Hawk, I will make it easy for him,' she tittered. To his stunned eyes she seemed to shrug, and her black silk sheath dress slid to the floor. She stood there completely naked and unconcerned; 

'Look no guns,' she giggled. 

Spreading her arms, which had the effect of raising her breasts, she turned slowly on the spot to expose every inch of her perfect body to his hungry gaze. Through his lust, he noticed that the guard seemed to be leering at his woman. 

'Get out No.1,' he snapped.

The guard, conditioned to obey orders without question; left the bedroom and closed the door.

'Aren't you going to search me?' Gloria pouted; she turned her back on him and bent over exposing her naked bottom to him. He could see between her legs, and realised that her pubes were completely hairless. Any coherent thought that might have warned him of danger; was washed away in a flood of testosterone as he became painfully erect.

He stood up as if in a daze and found himself being pulled as if by some strange magical force, towards her perfect buttocks. His hands reached out ahead of him, and were within a second of slipping between her legs, when he sensed a dark presence materialise beside him. Steel handcuffs were snapped around his wrists in a well practised manner. He felt a slight prick on his wrist, and before he could shout for help the room vanished.

Jeckell woke up with his ears assailed by a cacophony of noise, and strange and exotic smells wafting into his nostrils. He was hanging upside down from the branch of a tree. He could feel a warm breeze caressing his body; he could feel it because he was completely naked. His head hurt, he felt groggy and very, very vulnerable.

Angel sat on the ground beneath him, ' Howdie, diddley, doody, Hawk, remember me? Caligula's party, your party, we always seem to be meeting at parties don't we.'

Seeing his confused look she said ' Let me show you a trick.'

As he watched her hair faded from raven black to blond, 

'It's me, I nearly got you at Caligula's remember?'

jeckell shook his head to clear it and snarled,

'So you appear to have got me now, are you going to kill me or what?'

'Hard to say, lots of variables, depends you know.' She replied airily.

'On what for God's sake, why am I upside down in a tree?'

'From PM to party snack,' she replied enigmatically.

'Party snack?' he queried worriedly. 

'For him,' Angel said pointing to one side of the clearing.

Jeckell looked in that direction and almost wet himself. Lifting up out of a stand of fernlike trees; was the unmistakable head of a T-rex. It seemed to sniff the air, then lowered back out of sight.

'Where am I?' he whispered.

'Jurassic, just below my ledge, remember? You popped in a while ago when you were playing with Steve's QT.'

'Let me down before it smells me.' Jeckell whispered urgently.

'Here's the deal, tell me when and where you met yourself, and I will let you down.'

'I don't know what you're talking about, I have never met myself.'

'How did you get the information that you used to win the election?'

'Out of my head of course, I woke up one morning and my course of action was clear. Nobody helped me win the election I did it all on my own.'

Angel was puzzled, he seemed to be telling the truth, Merlin was out of sight monitoring Jeckell's bio's; and so far had indicated that he believed what he was saying.

'OK what morning was this then, I need the exact date.'

Jeckell had a good memory for things like this, and did indeed know the exact date of his revelation. However he wasn't going to tell them what they wanted to know.

'It was a Monday morning, ten days before the election.'

'At last, a barefaced lie,' exclaimed Angel with glee, 'now we're getting somewhere.'

Merlin's monitoring had shown increased levels of stress, indicating a lie. Out of the corner of is eye Jeckell saw T-rex again lift out of the trees, as if drawn by the sound of their voices.

He froze as best he could, considering the fact that he was dangling in the air. To his immense relief, after looking around suspiciously the T-rex again sank down into its hiding place. He noticed with dismay, that Angel was stacking piles of raw meat onto the ground directly beneath him.

Jeckell could smell the sickly sweet odours from the bloody meat, wafting up to his nose. If he could smell it, he was sure that the T-rex would soon.

'What are you doing?' he hissed, 'that will bring that monster over here if it smells it.'

'Tell me Jeckell, at the end of the day did you visualise yourself having a State Funeral, and being buried at Westminster Abbey with all the other great leaders?' Angel said, reaching up with her bloody hands and securing him to the tree so he couldn't swing around.

'Why not?' he replied aggressively, 'a State Funeral is the least they could do for the man who restored the British Empire.'

'Look over there Jeckell, see that big pile of dinosaur dung? That's where you are going to end up, if you don't tell me the exact time and place of your epiphany.' 

'You wouldn't dare he blustered.'

'As you know we have a bio scanner on you, we will know if you are telling the truth, and if you are we will rescue you. If not then you become dino dung.'

Angel looked behind Jeckell, in the direction of the stand of trees in which T-rex was lurking.

Taking a deep breath she yelled out 

'Hoi T-rex, come and get me if you think you're hard enough.'

Jeckell heard the sound of trees being pushed aside, and Angel exclaimed 'Oh Fuck me,' and ran into the trees, on the opposite side of the clearing from whence the commotion was coming.

Tied securely to the trunk of the tree, he couldn't see behind him. He could hear a rumbling crashing noise getting closer. His heart almost stopped with fear, as the scaly nose of the Dinosaur rubbed against his naked back. He was Peregrine Jeckell, War Minister of Great Britain, he was not going to end up in a pile of dinosaur dung.

'Friday night, six days before the election,' he screamed in terror.

Merlin nodded to Angel confirming the truth of Jeckell's confession. Jeckell meanwhile could feel the foul smelling teeth of T-rex scraping down his back, as it prepared to bite into his helpless body.

'Help me, Help me, you promised to rescue me.' He screamed in anger at their betrayal.

'Oh yes, I did didn't I,' said Angel stepping forward into the clearing.

'Hoi, T-rex you ugly fucker, heel boy,' she shouted pointing to her side as if the killer Dinosaur was a dog. With a last nudge at his naked bottom, the head of T-rex moved directly into Jeckell's sight. 

It was fearsome, bloody toothed and it was just a head. Steve was holding it up on a long branch, like a gruesome Halloween lollypop.

'Here's one she killed earlier,' he quipped with a smile.

'What do we do with him now?' asked Steve.

'We leave him on the ledge with some provisions, and get on with things' she replied.

'He'll be safe enough there, until things are back to normal.'

Jeckell was left naked on Angel's sunbathing ledge, fifty feet above the lake and any dangerous predators.

'Again I ask, what do we do now?' repeated Steve.

'Let me think about this, said Angel. She explained that they couldn't go downtime of the dream, to stop it happening. If they did that, then all that they had just done couldn't have happened. They had to base their actions, on information they now had from Jeckell.

'We cannot stop the "Future Jeckell" from whispering his information, because he has already whispered it.'

'I had a good dream the other night' said Steve.

'What was it about?' asked Angel curiously.

'I can't remember because that was the night that you woke me up by.......' Steve whispered in her ear, and she went red at the recollection of that particular night.

'So what we need to do is to give him a better dream, to overwrite the dream the his future self gave him.' Angel said thoughtfully.

'I wonder what sort of dream would work?' said Steve scratching his head in mock bafflement. 

A few seconds after "Future Jeckell" left the bedroom Angel jumped in and approached the bed. Jeckell was sleeping with a small smile on his face, his mind full of the interesting knowledge he had just been given. Angel took her clothes off, and very quietly slipped into bed with him. She broke an aphrodisiac capsule under his nose, and allowed the fumes to be breathed in by the sleeping man.

'Peregrine, I want you, I need you, I love you' she whispered stroking his body gently. She slowly slid her naked body on top of his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. She ground her hips against his groin, until she got the primitive reaction she required. 

He was moaning in lust, as he dreamed that a naked woman was rubbing herself over his naked body. She wanted him, she needed him, she loved him. It was Miss Anderson, she was thinking of him and playing with herself. She was now rubbing her naked body over his; he had been spying on her through a hole in her bedroom wall. 

She spotted him and dragged him into bed, where she had her wicked way with him. Angel's implant could hear his sub vocalised moans of passion, and the name Miss Anderson predominating. With a last fondle of his erect Member of parliment, she slid off him and picking up Steve's QT from the side of the bed jumped out.

Peregrine Jeckell woke up that morning with an enormous erection. He had just had the most erotic dream, and he clearly remembered that it was about his old school teacher Miss Anderson. He vaguely remembered someone calling him Periwinkle, but that must have been Miss Anderson in her passion. He staggered out of bed and into the bathroom to relieve himself.

Angel had jumped downtime from Jeckell's bedroom, to meet Steve in the Jurassic. Merlin had calculated that being that far downtime, they should be safe from any Time Change. He gave her a big hug, when she materialised next to the remains of their T-rex.

She handed him his QT, and asked how Jeckell was doing. Looking up at the ledge they saw that it was empty. Angel visualised the office of the director of the B.T.O. Cameron McDonald looked up in surprise, as Agent Angela Black appeared in his office. Behind her like her dark shadow, was Steve.

'Hello Director, who's PM these days?' she asked seriously. Cameron Mc Donald looked at her closely; he could tell from her body language that the answer to the question was important to her.

'Marcus Armstrong, is PM last I heard' he replied.

'How about Jeckell? What position does he hold?' she asked.

'Peregrine Jeckell is just a Minister without portfolio, may I ask why you are concerned about information that is public knowledge?'

'I invite you to scan my implant recorder to explain my actions,' said Angel formally. The director picked up a small device from his desk, and placed it against her forehead. After a second it beeped, he then sat down and placed it against his own forehead and closed his eyes. The device transferred her last few day's worth of information, into his brain.

'A Time Change, Peregrine Jeckell as PM, B.T.O. disbanded, Storm Troopers increased one hundred fold,' he muttered as the information was absorbed by his brain. 

'Well Agent Black, it seems that keeping you on as a freelance Time Agent was a prudent decision on my part,' he said smiling at her. 

'Well done, we will keep a close eye on Peregrine Jeckell from now on. Apparently he was tipped to be the War Minister, but the last few days before the election he seemed to have lost his focus and upset a few people and was overlooked.'

Angel smiled at the Director, and saying a polite goodbye jumped back to Steve's home.

'All's well that ends well,' quoted Steve as he made himself a cup of tea.

'Can I try a cup please?' asked Angel. Steve almost dropped his cup in surprise, 'Certainly dear, one lump or two?'

Angel looked down at her chest, ' Two lumps please,' she said with a wicked grin.

Sitting at the table Steve decided to ask Merlin a few questions.

'Merlin old friend are you free?'

'I'm free,' said the old wizard appearing opposite him.

'I'm just a stupid cave man compared to you and Angel, can you tell me what happened to Jeckell on the ledge?' 

The old man thought for a few seconds, which was the equivalent of months of thought for a human mind.

'I could take you through all the latest theories concerning String, Bubble, and Alternate Universes. 

Jeckell may still be on that ledge just a nanosecond out of synchronicity with our Universe. The phenomenon we label a Time Change could be a Tachyon Cascade similar to a line of dominoes hitting each other.

It could just as easily be the hand of God, moving us about a playing board as the ancient Greeks believed. The short answer is I do not know.' Concluded the most powerful brain in the known world.

'I don't know either,' agreed Steve, sipping his tea.

'Time for bed,' said Angel.



Dr. Snip Ch. 04



Steve was sharpening his sword Excaliber; the sound of the fine whetstone gliding over it relaxed him. He could see the reflection of his eyes in the shining blade. They were no longer the innocent eyes, that he had before he had discovered the QT device. 

He had seen too many horrible things since then, and committed horrible things in return. His eyes were now shadowed and dark, it had been bad enough when he had been a policeman. Policemen always looked at ordinary people with automatic suspicion. 

No one was innocent, everyone had something to hide, the only true innocents were young children. He now knew that they would be lucky to keep their innocence, in this cruel and dark world.

He had decided in his own naivety, to protect the children of the world from the consequences of evil men's greed. What a fool he had been then, he saved a few, but there were thousands more being hurt. 

He had attacked Organised Crime, and thrown a major spanner in its works. He now was studying the trade in young people from third world countries. He had asked his friend Merlin to examine the historical records of his century. The purpose was to find the most prolific exporters to the slave markets of the world.

Merlin had come up with the name of Kota Baharu, a town on the border between Thailand and Malaysia. It was about 300 k from Kuala Lumpur, and that city was very close to the port of Kelang.

It had been reported that young people were being shipped out of Thailand on a regular basis. Through Kota Baharu to Kuala Lumpur, and then sent by sea to the buyers from the port of Kelang.

It was a smooth professional operation and no body knew about it. Until a customs inspector had smelt something odd, as he walked past a container in the dock area of Chicago. They opened it up expecting to find a consignment of rotting meat. Instead they discovered one hundred dead bodies.

The container had apparently become lost in transit, and the food and water provided had run out weeks ago. This was what Dr. Snip liked, some very bad guys to punish, and innocent people to rescue.

No one but Dr. Snip, could track this particular container back across the oceans to its source. He looked down at his utility belt, to check that his QT was safe in its pocket. After having it stolen from his bedside cabinet he now wore it constantly, even in the shower.

'Fool me once, Shame on you, Fool me twice, Shame on me.' He muttered to himself.

'Talking to yourself Steve old friend,' asked the white bearded old man sitting opposite.

'Just a bit paranoid, I was lost without it. I hadn't realised how much it meant to me until it was stolen.'

'What is your plan?' asked Merlin.

'Follow container downtime, jump in, kill the bad guys, rescue the kids, jump out.'

'Sounds like a plan to me,' chuckled the old man.

'What's this? The World Brain, laughing? You'll be telling me jokes next,' said Steve with a smile.

'I'll have you know young man that I know every joke ever written.' Tell me old friend, do you have a sense of humour?' asked Steve. The incarnation of the World Brain thought for a moment.

'Yes.' Steve was amazed ' You the all knowing AI that runs your world of the Twenty sixth Century, has a sense of humour?'

'No, I was only joking,' replied the old man enigmatically.

Steve burst into laughter as he discerned the humour in Merlin's answer.

'I much prefer talking to you like this, it brings home the sad fact that I have no friends at all apart from you and Angel,' Steve admitted quietly.

'Where is my darling girl?' Steve asked. The image of Merlin closed its eyes for a second and then said "Atlantis."

The British Temporal Organisation had been asked to rescue some important scientific data, from the land mass that had been labelled Atlantis by modern day seekers of the truth. They couldn't spare any of their regular Time Agents but as Angel was freelance they asked her.

'Oh well no time like the present I suppose,' said Steve standing up. He slid his broadsword into the hidden sheath; that ran down the spine of his Kevlar greatcoat and saluted the old man.

'See you later Alligator,'

'In a while Crocodile,' answered Merlin.

Steve jumped to the dock, he had already programmed his QT with all the spatial and temporal data required. The container stood there empty, the small bodies had been removed the previous day. There were no marks on the outside, to indicate its source or destination.

There was in fact no way at all, that it could be traced back to its port of origin. At least no way known to man at this time in history. Steve stood looking at the innocent seeming steel box, reading himself for the efforts ahead.

He looked menacing in his persona of Dr. Snip, standing there silently studying the instrument of so much death.

'Excuse me, are you with the police?' asked a female voice close to his elbow. Steve was brought out of his reverie, and turned to look at the owner of the voice.

She was a small woman with bright intelligent eyes. He noticed with his policeman's eye for detail, that she was wearing surgical gloves.

'Forensic pathology I presume,' he said by way of greeting. The woman was visibly surprised at being identified so quickly, but rallied just as quickly. 

'Yes, I'm Dr. Armstrong, and you are?'

'Dr. Snip,' he replied,

'Are you on our team? What branch do you specialise in may I ask?'

'Intervention and Recovery,' he replied. As she tried to work out her next question to this enigmatic man, she saw him walk into the container.

'Hey that is a crime scene you can't just walk in there,' she shouted. Dr. Amanda Armstrong was a very strong person; she had to be to do her job. There was no room in her universe for superstition or magic. However she suddenly had the feeling that she was alone.

With uncharacteristic trepidation she walked up to the container and looked inside. It was empty. 'Fuck this,' she whispered to herself and walked quickly back to her car.

As soon as Steve left her sight he whispered "Rewind". This began the QT's voice activated jump programme. It started to jump him back in time in one-day increments. Each jump only gave him a glimpse of the interior of the container, before he flicked out again. 

He was grateful for this, as a glimpse of the pile of bodies was quite enough. It fuelled his righteous rage against the organisers of this tragedy. He had ensured that he was standing in a corner. So it would be less likely; that his flickering body would be observed by the inhabitants of the container. 

To his eyes the steel box became alive, with the noise of people packed together like meat. The further back in time he moved, the more activity he glimpsed. Suddenly light blazed into the steel box, indicating that the door was open. "Stop" he ordered.

He had over jumped slightly, and was standing alone in the container watching a line of young people being marched towards it. The group of men herding the kids; were shocked to see a large white man emerge from the container. Steve's implant translated their words, as they informed their leader of the situation.

He was a small smartly dressed man, clean and debonair. He smiled at Steve, and whispered to a henchman standing by his side.

'Kill him.' The man was very pleased to be singled out for this task by Mr. Phanc. Affecting an air of friendliness he strolled up to the man in the black coat, sliding his knife out of its sheath in the back of his belt.

He had done this trick many times, he held out his right hand to shake in friendship. Then strike with the left hand whilst holding on tight with his right hand, so the victim couldn't avoid his blade. It worked perfectly; the foolish man shook his hand allowing him to strike like lightning.

'Ouch,' remarked Steve, as his heavy Kevlar coat stopped the blade penetrating. The small pain of the blades impact; caused him to squeeze hard on the man's hand. Mr. Phanc heard small bones cracking, as Steve's strong hand crushed the attackers fingers.

Worse was to come as he saw the big man take a step back, and pull something out of the back of his coat. Before his eyes could identify it as a sword, it had whistled down and decapitated the attacker. To Mr. Phanc's disgust, the head rolled towards him spraying blood over his immaculate shoes.

'KILL HIM' he screamed in fury. Four of the remaining men, pulled out their guns and ran at Steve who retreated back into the container. Mr. Phanc heard a fusillade of gunfire, echoing out of the cavernous depths of the steel box. 

Amidst this cacophony of noise, could be heard a sound reminiscent of a butchers cleaver chopping into meat. Silence fell, then to the horror of the remaining thugs, four heads rolled out of the container and bounced merrily towards them. 

The line stood silently watching the show, they were too tired and hungry to do more than watch. Steve had drawn the men into the container, as soon as he saw their guns. He couldn't risk any of the kids getting hurt by stray bullets.

Once inside they had started shooting at him, he muttered " Carousel " and Merlin's bullet dodging programme kicked in. Merlin monitored all the projectiles heading towards Steve. To the AI the bullets were moving at a snails pace, and it could easily jump him out of there way. 

To help Steve predict where he was going, " Carousel " ensured he would always move to the right of the bullet. The first thug fired at point blank range, only to see his target vanish in front of his eyes. Before his brain had time to form a wondering thought, it had been detached from his body by the razor sharp edge of Excaliber.

It was a very similar story with the other gunmen. Except for the fact that they saw their number being whittled down literally in front of them, until there was only one left. He turned to run out of the death box, but felt a sting on the back of his neck. 

His eyes continued to see the ground rush up to meet his head, and before the lack of blood to his brain sent everything black, he saw a bloody hand seem to pick him up by his hair. As one the remaining thugs ran, leaving Mr. Phanc to face the apparition that walked out of the container.

The big man in the black coat was covered in blood, the best sort of blood. Other people's blood, it dripped from his coats hem and puddled on the ground. In his hand he held a large sword, also dripping blood.

Mr. Phanc saw the man's mouth move, and a voice said 

'Mr. Phanc I presume?' in fluent Thai. The problem was that the man's mouth wasn't synchronised with the words.

Mr. Phanc was a intelligent little man, he had worked his way up the pecking order of this organisation. He had done so by being more intelligent and ruthless, than the majority of thugs. Most were drawn to the slave business, by the promise of lots of money.

It had been some time since he had personally killed anyone. In fact it was almost a year ago, when he had to cut the throat of a young girl in front of a batch of slaves to cow them into submission.

But he hadn't forgotten how to kill, and drawing his own small automatic pistol he aimed and fired at the large man standing directly in front of him.

He must have blinked, he thought because the man was now standing on his right hand side totally unmarked. Only the pool of blood indicated where he had been standing as the trigger was pulled.

Mr. Phanc reached towards a young girl standing nearest to him, with some thought of using her as a hostage. As his hand approached the girl's shoulder he felt a sharp blow to his wrist, and watched in amazement as his hand fell to the ground. 

The girl screamed as his blood spurted from his severed wrist, and splattered near her feet. Mr. Phanc dropped the gun to free his remaining hand, so as to grasp and squeeze tightly his mutilated wrist. He stood in shock as the man calmly tied a plastic restraint around his bleeding stump, and pulled it tight. He was then pushed unceremoniously, into the death box.

'I need the name of your boss,' asked a cold calm voice in perfect Thai.

'I won't tell you that, they will kill me,' said Phanc.

'Look around you.' Mr.Phanc looked around the container. Four headless bodies lay scattered where they had fallen. 

All of them still had their guns in their stiffening fingers.

'I need the name of your boss.'

'If I tell you will you let me go?'

'The big man seemed to smile to himself before he answered 

'Yes, you can walk out of this container unharmed.'

'His name is Mr. Ho from Cambodia, he is the money man for this operation,' blurted out a shaken Mr. Phanc. He was even more shaken when the strange man burst into laughter.

'You will not be laughing when Mr. Ho is after you,' he shouted.

'Depending on today's date Mr. Ho is dead. 

I chopped off his hand, and he bled to death in his safe,' replied the Man of blood coldly. 

'Tell me the name of his No. 2.' Mr. Phanc was dead, he knew this now with a cold certainty. There was no way this monster was going to let him live, despite his promises.

It was obvious that he was telling the truth about Mr. Ho. Mr. Phanc had always been able to detect lies. As he was certainly going to die, he intended to take his revenge on his killer. 

Instead of telling him the name of Ho's lieutenant, he would tell him the name of Mr. Ho's chief competitor in the business of people smuggling.

'The name you want is Oscar Stalin, a businessman in New York. He will take over the business, if what you say is true,' whispered Mr. Phanc.

He gave Steve all the information he could think of, so he could locate Stalin. He considered it the same as giving a lamb; directions to a tiger.

Steve looked at this dapper little man, who thought nothing of sending young people into slavery. He communed silently with Merlin, and then pointed to the door of the container.

'You have five seconds to get out before I kill you,' he said in a conversational tone of voice. Mr. Phanc had been primed for this, and without a backwards glance ran as quickly as his short legs would carry him out of the death box.

The sky over this part of the Pacific Ocean was a beautiful blue; there wasn't a cloud to be seen. Had there been an observer, he might have seen a small figure falling towards the sparkling sea. The man was swearing and cursing someone, but unless the fictional observer could understand Thai, he would never know whom. 

Steve returned the container to the exact spot it had left a mere ten seconds later. His QT could carry as much weight as Merlin could calculate, and the super computer could calculate a lot. Steve had jumped the entire container into the air above the Pacific, so that Mr. Phanc's body would cause no harm as it impacted the water. 

It had now reappeared in front of the line of tired young people. Had they ever seen a TV, they would have been disappointed in the lack of Tardis type sounds. One second there was a heavy solid steel container, then it was gone, then it was back.

At the start of his crusade, Steve had come up against the logistical problem of what to do with children he rescued. If by a miracle he could send them all back to their parents, there was a very good chance that their parents would sell them again. 

For those children that had been stolen, then they might well be stolen again. He had needed somewhere safe for them, to this end he had set up a string of orphanages in different countries run by good people.

They were funded ironically enough by Mr. Ho's money. It had been confiscated by Dr. Snip, and used to equip each orphanage with all the mod cons required, to raise and teach children. He used an agency to recruit the personnel. He planned the timing of his raids so as the orphanage opened, and the personnel were wondering where the orphans were, he could jump them in.

Seeing the extended line of kids standing patiently in the sun, gave him an idea how to transport them in one neat package. He had dumped the bodies of the thugs into the sea, so the container was empty apart from the food and water already loaded for the children.

Waste not, want not, he thought.

'OK kids there is food and drink in here, please come in and have some.' Said the strange man. The line shuffled into the container, and dispersed amongst the boxes of food and bottles of water.

'Help yourselves kids, there is plenty more food where you are going.' He said with a reassuring smile at the youngest children. When they were all safely in, he jumped the entire container full of children to the back yard of the orphanage. He didn't bother to shut the doors, it wasn't necessary and it might have frightened the kids.

Dr. Alison Fairweather was very pleased with the orphanage. She had been put in total charge of it, and couldn't wait to begin the process of helping her young charges get a good start in life.

She had never met the multi-millionaire benefactor of this project who preferred to be called "The Doctor". However she was grateful for the opportunity to help others, in this part of the world.

A medical problem; had ensured that she couldn't have children of her own. So she had thrown all her intelligence and boundless energy, into helping everyone else's.

The orphanage was located in Nonthabori, just north of Bangkok. Close enough to civilisation to ensure a good supply of equipment, as and when required.

She spoke four languages including Thai, and so did most of her staff. The orphanage was big, clean, well equipped, but for one small detail. There were no orphans.

There was a canteen big enough to feed hundreds of children. The cooks had been given orders from the Doctor, to prepare a welcoming meal for approx. one hundred children. The meal was ready and still no kids.

Looking anxiously out of the front door for some sign of buses or even lorries, she was suddenly conscious of the noise of children coming from the enclosed back yard. Running back through the building, she was amazed to see a line of children seating themselves at the tables in the canteen.

A big man, in a black greatcoat, was shepherding them in. She could just make out that he was speaking Thai, and reassuring the children that they were now safe. Alison walked over to him and offered her hand, 

'Hello I'm Dr. Fairweather are these mine?' she asked, waving her arm to encompass the roomful of children.

'As promised, I know they will be well cared for here. If you need anything just call the number I gave you,' the man said shaking her hand gently.

'And you are?' she asked timidly looking up into the dark eyes of the man.

His brooding menace disappeared as he smiled at her, 

' Just call me the Doctor,' he said.

'There are so many children' she said, hoping to prolong this conversation.

'Just a drop in the Ocean,' he replied grimly.

'Oh by the way do you have any use for a Container?' he asked. Alison couldn't think of a use for a forty foot steel container, especially sitting in the middle of her back yard.

'No problemo, I'll move it when I go,' the man said absently.

'How did you get it into our yard in the first place?' she asked relaxing in his presence.

'I'm a Magician,' he replied with a smile, ' do you want to see a trick?'

'I'm too old for tricks,' she said ruefully.

'Did you hear the story of the man who walked around the horses, and vanished?'

'Oh yes, that is a classic spooky story.'

'Well I walk around Containers, and not only do I vanish, but I take the Container with me.'

'I'd like to see that,' she said smiling at him for the first time. They walked out into the back yard; the Container sat there immovable without special lifting equipment.

'I'll say Goodbye for now, don't forget you have a friend if you need one,' said the Doctor. 

'Please close your eyes when I shout, otherwise the Magic won't work.'




Dr. Snip Ch. 04



She decided to humour him and watched as he slowly and dramatically walked around the Container, as he passed from her sight he shouted 'eyes'. Smiling she closed her eyes for a second, and felt a slight wind blow towards the location of the container. 

She opened them again and her mouth fell open, it had gone. She walked over to where it had been standing; deep indentations had been made by its steel feet.

'David Copperfield eat your heart out,' she muttered as she walked back towards her children. 

Steve was back in his kitchen; the container was out in his back garden hidden from the road. It would come in handy for storing any more gold bars he happened to come across. He was researching Oscar Stalin.

The man was originally from Jamaica, a place called Port Morant about 50k from Kingston. His mother had been a drug addict whore, and there was no clue who had fathered him.

He was reputed to be a berserker who lost all control when angry, and laid about wildly with a machete during his fits of rage. He started out as just another thug, and had joined a local posse as muscle.

During a police raid he had been shot in the head. Later in the prison hospital, they discovered that he had lost the part of his brain that held his emotions. His berserker fits ended, and he seemed a sane and intelligent man. 

He spent a few years in jail, where he studied everything he could get his hands on. When finally released early for good behaviour, he made his way back to his old Posse's headquarters in the dock area of Port Morant.

He had been welcomed back by the Boss and after a few drinks and many puffs of Ganja, his boss presented Oscar with a brand new machete. It was nice and clean and shiny. 

At least it was until without any warning, Oscar sliced off his Boss's head. The second in command stood shocked, as Oscar asked him, 

' What's my Name?'

'It's Oscar.' The shocked man stuttered. The machete flashed again, and more blood sprayed onto the walls.

Oscar asked the Third in command.

'What's my name?'

'The man dropped his eyes and said 'Boss.'

What had cowed the man wasn't the violence; he had lived with violence all his life. It was the cold unemotional way that it had been carried out. It was as if an evil spirit had possessed Oscar's body, as he lay on the ground dying from the policeman's bullet.

From then on Oscar was in charge, and things were very good for his Posse. He became an expert in Machiavellian plots, that set the other Posses against each other in mindless drug fuelled vendettas.

As each Posse was weakened, he absorbed it into his own. After a few patient years of this tactic, he emerged as the uncrowned king of the Jamaican underworld.

He was a human robot, he had no weaknesses, he didn't drink, smoke or use drugs. He had no sex life at all, and didn't seem to need it.

He became the main exporter of drugs to the USA, and eventually moved to New York to oversee his business interests there.

None of this information interested Steve. 

There were plenty of Drug Agencies in the USA, who were actively trying to get Oscar Stalin for various crimes. He was content to let them get on with it, without interference from him.

Steve was focused on one type of crime only, crimes against children. He was only one man; even with all his technological advantage he couldn't be everywhere. If Stalin had avoided getting involved with children, he would have been relatively safe from Dr. Snip.

Stalin lived in the penthouse of a very tall apartment block. He owned the entire block, and the floors below were filled with all the things necessary to run a worldwide business. On the surface everything looked legal and above board. All the legal businesses only existed, to launder the drug money that flooded in from almost every state in the country.

Like his main competitor Mr. Ho, Stalin was a multi millionaire who could buy anything that he wanted. Unfortunately what he wanted was to rule the world, and that would take billions instead of millions. Consequently he was branching out into every type of crime, to increase his wealth and power.

The only entrance to his penthouse was via private elevator. Only he had the key to it, and as his living quarters consisted of a desk, chair, computer and bed, it didn't need much in the way of cleaning. He believed in minimalism, to the extreme.

Steve jumped to the address given; it was just a block of apartments like any other. That is of course if all the others had a gang of armed Jamaicans, lounging about by the front entrance. He shrugged to himself and walked up the steps towards them. His way was blocked by a large Rasta.

'No visitors Mon.'

'I've come to see Oscar Stalin, said Steve politely. The man opened his jacket to reveal a machete sheathed at his waist.

'Go, while you have legs to go with.'

'It's really very important that I see him,' Steve persisted.

'Over our dead bodies,' snarled the man, his three companions closing in around Steve menacingly.

'Fair enough,' agreed Dr. Snip, and drew his blade. They were just muscle, they loved to terrify anyone passing by. They loved to posture to the women; that chose to walk past on the other side of the street. No one ever challenged them; it was unheard of.

The three companions thought they saw a silver flicker, emerge from the back of the big Rasta. It was gone before they could identify it as the blade of a broadsword sticking completely through the man.

All they were sure of was their leader falling to the ground, his machete part drawn from its sheath. They must have mistaken the colour of the blade, it was no longer silver it was red.

The smaller of the three was very fast, he had drawn his blade and was in the air leaping high to bring it down on the intruders head. He landed sprawling on the steps, where the man had been a split second before.

Hearing a grunt of pain, he spun round in time to see a head bouncing down the steps towards him. The headless body was still standing, spraying blood from its arteries all over the men and steps.

The intruder was now standing behind the last man who was turning towards him. His machete poised for a stabbing blow to the guts. As the small man ran back up the steps to assist his friend, he heard the sickening crunch of vertebra parting. 

Another head bounced down the steps. Blood was now flowing down the steps towards him, like a red waterfall. Fear flooded through him, something here was not right. He was not only the smallest and fastest; he was the most intelligent of the small posse.

'Respect Mon, I cannot let you pass.' He said quietly.

'Respect to you, I promise you if you tell me the number of Stalin's room I will not pass you, or go through that door that you guard.'

The small man considered this, he would tell this strange man where Stalin was. He would then phone up and warn him, before he could get anywhere near the penthouse.

Steve listened to the information, thanked the man politely and jumped to the location given. Seeing the intruder vanish in front of his eyes, the man decided not to phone Stalin.

Stalin had no visitors he had no friends, he spent most of his time keeping an eye on his businesses via his computer. He was studying figures relating to his vice interests, when he detected a smell of something familiar to him, blood. He slowly swivelled his chair round until he could see behind him. 

Before he concentrated on the figure who couldn't possibly be there, his eyes skipped across the still locked door and the hermetically sealed windows. He even scanned the ceiling to check for open hatches. 

Nothing was out of the ordinary, apart from the big man in the black greatcoat dripping blood on his cream carpet. He was simply standing in the middle of the room looking at him.

Stalin's first thought was Ho's Hitman; but there was no gun pointed at him. His mind scanned all his possible responses, from violent attack to talk. He slid his machete out of the bottom drawer of his desk, and attacked without warning.

Steve was caught flatfooted, he had expected at least a "Who are you?" His first warning was the flash of Stalin's shiny machete, as it was lifted in the air prior to slashing at him. Steve stepped back quickly avoiding the first slash, and reaching up behind his head drew Excalibur from its hidden sheath.

It took a lot to surprise Stalin, but the sight of a broadsword being drawn in his office, caused him to hesitate long enough for Steve to steady himself. His first wild slash having missed, Stalin went for his favourite decapitation stroke. 

The blade of his machete whistled horizontally towards Steve's neck, with the full power of Stalin's shoulders behind it. It met Excalibur edge to edge, and the Star blade sheared through the Soligen steel like butter. 

Stalin was thrown off balance by the sheer force of his swing, and sprawled to the floor still clutching his truncated blade. He would have sprung to his feet, but was dissuaded by the sharp point pressing against his throat.

'Naughty Naughty, stay on your back please and listen carefully,' ordered the man politely.

'My name is Dr. Snip, have you heard of me?' Stalin decided to try talking.

'Yes.'

'I have Good news and Bad news, first the Good news. Mr. Ho is dead, I killed him a few days ago. Now the Bad news, I hear you will be taking over his businesses. 

I am not concerned about 90% of your businesses, but I am concerned about any that involve children. Do you follow me so far?'

'Yes.'

'I could kill you right this instant, but someone else would take over and I would have to kill them Ect. Ect. You would be doing me a great favour, if you promised to cease all activities involving kids. If you do you live, if you don't you die, and I have this conversation with your second in command.'

'If you don't kill me you will never leave this building alive' Stalin stated.

'Describe the view from your window please,' asked the man politely. Stalin thought for a second ' The Brooklyn Bridge.' Stalin felt a strange twisting feeling in his guts and blacked out.

When he woke he was cold, a wind was howling past his body plucking at his clothes like a evil demon.

'The Brooklyn Bridge, linking Manhattan Island to Brooklyn completed in 1883, careful you don't fall off it.' Yelled the man; over the noise of the wind and traffic far below.

Stalin climbed gingerly to his feet, and held on to a stone plinth.

'I can see your house from here,' yelled the strange man happily.

'You are like me, possessed,' yelled Stalin.

'No fooling you is there,' yelled Dr. Snip. He was tired of yelling, so jumped them back into Stalin's office. 

Stalin awoke this time in his chair, he could see Dr. Snip standing patiently waiting for him to recover.

'What are you?'

'They say I am a Loas from Haiti, possessing this body,' replied the magical man.

'They say those who cross me Die, if you cross me you can ask Mr. Ho how he died.'

This made perfect sense to Stalin, and his entire demeanour changed to one of equal respect. Jamaica was only 200 k from Haiti, and he had been brought up in the Vodun religion. 

'You have the word of a Rasta, brother. However I know that my partner in the USA, will not understand our agreement.'

'Let me worry about that brother,' replied Steve ' I will reason with him.'

Stalin's partner was a hardnosed gangster from New Jersey, based in Atlantic City. He was out and out Mafia, and Steve knew he wouldn't be able to use any of his superstitious tricks on 'Crusher' Carnelli. 

Carmine Carnelli had started off as an immigrant worker; who found a low paying job in a junkyard. The owner was an old man with no family, who took a liking to this good looking young Italian. Over the space of a few years, he had taught him all about the scrap metal business. 

Their main source of income was scrapping cars, and sending the metal to the steel mills for reprocessing. To this end the Junkyard operated a car-crushing machine. This was a hydraulic behemoth; that could crush a car into a block of steel measuring only one cubic foot.

One day the old man was the victim of a robbery. Although he handed over the contents of his wallet, the drug addict thief still shot him dead. On hearing a gunshot Carmine ran from the other side of the yard, but arrived too late to save the old man. 

He wasn't too late however, to beat the young killer unconscious in his rage. The thug woke up in a car, his hands wired to the steering wheel. Carmine was sitting cross-legged on the bonnet looking at him. When he judged the killer to be able to comprehend his words he said.

'You awake; you little fuck? I hope whatever drug you're on is wearing off, cos I want you to know what's happening to you every second.

You killed Luigi; he was the only guy who gave a fuck about me. Now he's dead; cos of you. When you meet him, tell him Carmine says he's sorry he was to late to save him.'

With that Carmine jumped off the bonnet of the car, and walked to a control panel.

'Hey, wha'da fuck ya doing man?' yelled the thug vainly pulling at his bonds.

The coughing roar of the Car-crushers diesel drowned his words out, and anyway Carmine wasn't interested in the screamed excuses pouring from the doomed mans mouth.

'Dis is for you Luigi,' he said and pushed the button.

If he listened carefully, he could just hear the frantic screams issuing from the old car as it was slowly crushed. The screams stopped, but the crusher kept on crushing until a small block of metal was pushed out of one end of the machine. It sat on a steel grid, dripping blood onto the dusty ground.

Carmine used the magnetic grab to pick it up. He dumped it with all the others, in the freight car waiting on the spur line that ran into the yard.

He reported the shooting to the police, but told them that the killer had escaped before he arrived. To his immense surprise, he was informed later that Luigi had left the Yard to Carmine.

He was a bright man and realised that as no one had ever found the remains of Luigi's killer. It appeared an excellent way of disposing of unwanted bodies. It had taken all his courage, to ask to see the local Godfather.

Carmine confessed to Marco Gambeni that he had killed Luigi's killer. He explained how he had disposed of the body, and offered his services to the Godfather.

Marco was very interested indeed in a safe way of disposing of bodies. Lately the introduction of forensic science, combined with the increased interest of the police in DNA, made it too dangerous to simply bury bodies anymore. 

They needed to be destroyed, flesh, bones and teeth in order to protect the Mafia. He accepted the young mans offer, and over the next few months various bodies would arrive at the yard and be crushed to a bloody pulp.

Sometimes a body would arrive at the Yard that wasn't dead. It would be accompanied; by Marco and his squad. They would use the Crusher as a torture machine, to extract information from their victims before finishing them off.

Carmine was paid handsomely for every body disposed of, and was invited to join the local Mafia. Years later he had risen through the ranks, to become a force to be reckoned with in his own right.

This was the type of man that Dr. Snip had to deal with. Steve thought he would keep it simple, and just ask Crusher to stop the trade in kids.

Carmine was laying in his bed reading, late at night when he saw a flicker in his peripheral vision. Looking to his side he was stunned to see a big man in a black greatcoat. He was just standing by the side of his bed watching him. Dr. Snip I presume,' he said watching the figure warily.

'My partner Oscar warned me that you could call on me, he also jabbered on about voodoo and magic etc etc.

'There is nothing Magical about me, Mr. Carnelli. I consider myself a very prosaic man,' replied Dr. Snip calmly. 

'Did Stalin explain my request to you?'

'Yeah, you want me to extricate myself from the Slave trade in kids. I assume there is an "or else" in there somewhere?'

'Stalin limited his collateral damage, to only three soldiers by seeing reason.' Replied Steve. Stalin wasn't expecting you, thought Crusher to himself.

'OK go and see one of my captains, here's the address,' he said handing Steve a piece of paper.

'Tell him Crusher says to close it down.'

'Is that it?' 

'Yeah, what did you expect?'

Crusher saw the man turn and walk out of his bedroom. As soon as he was out of sight, he pressed the call button by the side of his bed. Within seconds two guards rushed into his bedroom, and stood looking at him expectantly.

'The fact you are still breathing, leads me to believe that you didn't meet the man who just left this room a few seconds ago?' he asked them.

'If anybody had been in here we would have seen them. There is only one way out of here and we guard it,' stated the senior man.

He sent the guards back to their post and made a note to look up the title "Loas" in the morning.

'Sweets' Gastonia was a happy man, he was in charge of lots of foreign kids, who had better do as he said or else. He got his nickname from his habit of offering small children sweets. 

He and his crew; were waiting on this fool Snip's arrival in their warehouse. He had ten armed soldiers spread out in an arc, covering the only door to the building. As soon as the idiot appeared he was to be blasted, no mercy.

CCTV showed a man in a black coat standing just out side the door.

'Get ready boys, here he comes,' whispered Sweets.

Three things happened, the steel door swung inwards; the crew opened fire, the lights went out.

'Cease fire for fucks sake' screamed Sweets, over the ear-numbing racket of small arms fire in a steel warehouse.

When the last nervous trigger finger had relaxed, the silence returned. It could be seen that the thin steel door and the walls either side of it, had been riddled with bullet holes. Nothing for six feet in either direction, could have escaped such a withering volley of lead.

'Bones, check out the body,' ordered Sweets.

The designated soldier approached the door warily.

'Can't see no body Boss,'

'It must have been blasted back outside, check it out.' Bones stepped outside.

In the silence following the gunfire, the sound of meat being chopped, echoed through the steel building. Bones didn't return.

'You two, check on Bones,' Sweets ordered. These two were more cautious and covered each other, as they sprang out of the doorway on to each side.

'Clear,' they reported.

While all attention was riveted on the door, another chopping sound was heard from the area to the right of Sweets. He turned his head to look, and saw a big guy with a fucking great sword. 

He was standing in the middle of the group of his men, who had chosen firing positions to his right. A headless body was in the act of falling to the ground.

'Shoot the fucker,' Sweets screamed in horror.

The group of guys to his left, opened up on the man with everything they had. The slaughter was incredible; all five soldiers on Sweets right hand side were thrown backwards by the storm of bullets. They lay in bloody tatters where they had been thrown. There was no sign of the man with the sword.

Again the sound of flesh parting violently was heard, this time from outside the building. Two muffled thuds then silence returned again.

'You stupid fuckers, you shot our own men.' He yelled at the two remaining soldiers.

'Gather round me and face outwards,' he rasped in consternation.

'Put down your weapons and you can live,' said a dark shadow to their right. As one both soldiers spun and fired at the voice's location.

Sweets saw a sliver flicker approaching his soldier's necks, in a horizontal arc. Without slowing even slightly the flicker sheared through both the men's necks, causing their heads to seem to spring from their shoulders.




Dr. Snip Ch. 04



Sweets spun to face the attacker, and felt a sharp prod in his back that caused him to freeze.

'Naughty, Naughty Sweets, I am very upset with you. Drop your gun please.' Sweets spun and fired.

There was no one there. He saw that flicker again, and his gun rattled as it hit the concrete floor of the warehouse.

Sweets didn't care about the gun, he did care that his hand was still gripping it tightly. A plastic restraint was slipped over his stump and pulled tight. Sweet's knees gave way and he slumped to the floor in shock.

'That was your last mistake Sweets, now tell me all about your setup here.'

'Fuck off cunt,' gasped the injured man, 'I don't want to end up in a block of steel.'

'How much money do you carry Sweets? Do you have $100 on you?' asked Dr. Snip.

'I bet you $100 that you will tell me everything about your operation.' Sweet looked away defiantly.

'Did you ever see the film "My Left Foot", do you know the difference between you and the character in the film? He had one.'

Sweets heard that sickening sound of steel shearing through flesh and bone, and saw his left foot bounce into the air under the force of the blow. Dr.Snip was humming a tune, as he again tied a restraint around Sweets new stump. Sweets recognised it as "Ten Green Bottles"

'I don't like you Sweets, they say you hurt people, do you know why they call me Dr. Snip?' The man pulled a pair of secatures out of his pocket, and placed them on the ground.

To Sweets horror the madman roughly undressed him ignoring his screams of pain as his stumps were knocked.

'Please stop this; I don't want to die. Crusher will kill me if I break Omerta.'

'Then live, I don't care if you would rather live without hands feet or balls. It's a free country, and you have the unalienable right to be a cunt.' whispered Dr.Snip as he tied the restraint around Sweets scrotum.

'How many bottles were we up to? Do your testicles count as two? That would make four so far.' Sweet held out until he felt the cold steel blades of the pruning shears, touch his skin.

He told Dr. Snip everything, names, places, times. When he had finished talking Sweets looked around and found he was alone in the large warehouse, Snip had disappeared.

Steve hadn't jumped far, only to the adjoining warehouse where the containers were unloaded. He saw a large group of kids, they were sitting in cages placed around the sides of the big building. They were very quiet and just sat there looking at the floor.

The reason for their fear, was a middle aged woman who was patrolling the lines of cages. She had a cattle prod in her hand, and every now and then would pretend to poke it at a kid in one of the cages. She laughed to see them cowering in fear of her. 

Dr.Snip could see needle marks running down her arms.

'Hey, en guarde,' he said walking up to her his sword held high. She looked at him in surprise, and then her face screwed up in rage at his cheek in defying her authority.

She flicked the power switch on the cattle prod, and charged at him screaming in fury. Dr. Snip calmly parried the clumsy thrust, and lunged forward driving Excalibur clean through her sternum and out of her back.

She stared at the blade sticking into her with disbelief.

'But I'm a woman,' she protested.

'No, your not,' replied Snip sadly, as he pulled the shining blade out of her dead body.

To his pleased surprise, the woman seemed to be the only one on guard. He opened all the cages, and asked the children to congregate in one of the containers standing nearby. Steve noticed that one of the girls had welts on her naked back.

'Did the woman do this,' he asked in perfect Thai.

'No the man with the sweets beat her,' answered another older girl on the sobbing child's behalf. Dr.Snip jumped back to Sweets, he had almost made it to his car outside where he had left his cellphone.

'Heads up Sweets,' ordered the cold voice of Dr.Snip. Sweets looked up to feel the silver flicker, slice through his neck.

Snip watched the head rolling across the floor and had an idea. First however there was the matter of the kids. Steve jumped back to them, and ensured that they were all in the container.

Dr. Alison Fairweather was busy checking the health of her charges. It was a long thorough business but had to be done. Her staff of doctors and nurses did the preliminary checks, and called her if they needed a second opinion. She looked up as she heard a knock on her office door.

'Special Delivery for Alison Fairweather,' chirped a cheery voice. She smiled warmly at the Doctor standing in her doorway.

'Hello again, Doctor, nice to see you. Have you brought me more children?'

'Well you seemed to like the last batch so much, I thought I would spoil you with more of the same,' he replied smiling at her.

'Would you like a cup of tea,' she asked innocently.

'Tea! I would give you my horse for a cup of tea,' he replied fervently.

'You have a horse?' she gasped 'where is it? I really miss riding a horse.' Over a cup of tea she told him a little about herself. Alison was a keen horsewoman, but had to choose between her horse and this job. 

She had to leave " Peggy " in Livery back home, while she came to the orphanage. She followed him out to the backyard, to meet her second batch of children. Her assistants were already bustling about, leading them into the canteen for food and drink.

'Ahh the Magic Container is back,' she said smiling up at him.

'You doubt me Madam? He said dramatically.

'Let me "Amaze and Delight" you,' he struck a noble pose and walked into the container. In the depths of the steel box he consulted with Merlin, and jumped away. He picked up a few things and jumped back.

Alison was slightly worried when he walked out of her sight. However she was amazed and delighted as promised, when she heard a familiar whicker and snuffling combined with the sound of hooves on steel. She gasped in shock as the Doctor emerged from the container, leading her horse Peggy.

Tears of joy filled her eyes as she looked upon the love of her life hesitantly stepping out of the darkness of the container, into the strong light of day.

'Peggy! She squealed running towards her horse. Steve handed her the reins with a small bow.

'Your servant Madam, anything else you require, The Golden Fleece perhaps?'

Dr. Alison Fairweather giggled like a schoolgirl and hugged them both. She helped him unload all of the tack that goes with a horse, until there was a large pile by the front of the container.

'How did you know what to bring?' she asked Steve.

'I had a hamster once, a horse is the same thing really just bigger,' he replied offhandedly.

She impulsively reached up and kissed his cheek, ' Thank you so much Doctor. I don't know how you do it and I don't care, thank you for my horse and my children. Will I be seeing you again soon?'

'Keep that kettle boiling woman,' he replied with a grin, 'I can hear it around the world.'

With that he walked around the Container.

'Eyes,' he shouted. Alison held tight to her horse, and closed her eyes as asked. After a few seconds she opened them again. The Doctor and his Magic container were gone.

Crusher Carnelli was getting ready for bed, it had been a long day and he was looking forward to a rest. He noticed with irritation, that the bedspread looked a bit untidy and lumpy. He made a mental note to admonish the maid tomorrow. 

He had looked up the word Loas, it meant a type of Spirit being or God that possessed people. He pulled back the covers and stared in disgust at his bed. It was soaking in blood. The blood had come from the severed heads lined up facing him.

Pride of place was Sweets head; it had a sweet sticking out of its mouth. So had all the other heads. Written across the twelve foreheads were the words " Sorry, I needed the horse " in black marker pen. Crusher made a note. Kill Dr. Snip.

To be continued...



Dr. Snip Ch. 05



Dr. Snip 5

Crusher Carnelli wasn't worried about Dr. Snip, he had been attacked many times by many enemies and he was still here. As he was fond of telling people he didn't have any friends, but he also didn't have any enemies, alive that is.

There was something puzzling him, about the heads in this bed. When his men had tried to remove them, they had left a mess of bloody drips all over his cream carpet. Crusher wondered how Snip had managed to get twelve bloody severed heads into his bed, without making a similar mess.

However Carnelli was a very smart man; and he believed in the power of technology. Sweets and his crew had been expendable, and if the video he had just received explained there untimely demises, then their sacrifice would be worth it.

The warehouse hade been monitored by CCTV; and he was just about to watch the last minutes of Sweets & Co. The video commenced with Sweets setting up his ambush, it seemed perfectly adequate to Crusher. The video had four screens, that showed the warehouse from four different cameras.

He saw Snip walk up to the warehouse door and look up at the emergency power cut-off switch. It was located just to the right of the door, and about eight foot off the ground. Crusher watched as Snip drew a sword from behind his back. Using the four foot blade, he switched off the power to the warehouse. 

He then kicked the door open and seemed to vanish into thin air, as a storm of bullets ripped through the steel door and walls. The mass of lead passed through the space he had recently occupied. Crusher went to freeze the film, but changed his mind and decided to watch it right through before getting sidetracked.

Once the firing ceased, Snip re-appeared outside the door waiting for Bones to emerge. Bones was so stunned to see the man still standing, that by the time he raised his gun, Snip had swung that sword and sliced his head off.

Sweets then sent two more soldiers to check on Bones. Crusher watched fascinated as Snip vanished again. He re-appeared inside the warehouse, in the middle of a group of soldiers. Before any could react he picked the one nearest, and again swung his sword, with a meaty thud another head hit the concrete floor.

Crusher heard Sweets scream the order to shoot, and the group of soldiers on the left of sweets fired. Snip vanished again, leaving the right hand group of men to receive the devastating lead storm that killed them all.

The outside camera then recorded the two soldiers that were outside, turn to run back into the warehouse. They stopped dead in their tracks, as Snip appeared in front of them. 

His sword was already swinging, and the two soldiers were standing so close together, that he was able to decapitate both men at one stroke. Again he vanished, and Crusher heard his warning to the remaining soldiers.

The warning wasn't heeded and two more soldiers died, leaving Sweets alone. Crusher watched with professional interest as Snip questioned Sweets. When he had obtained the information he required, he vanished again. 

He left Sweets alive, albeit minus a hand and foot. The scene jumped to the adjoining warehouse, where the kids were kept. Crusher watched as Snip killed the sadistic female guard, and freed the kids. He talked to some of the children and then almost to fast to take in, Snip vanished from warehouse two. 

He reappeared in front of Sweets, decapitated him and vanished again. By the time Crusher had redirected his attention to the other screen, Snip, the kids and a forty-foot steel container had vanished. Sweets, ten soldiers and the woman lay dead, and the kids were gone.

Crusher was an intelligent man, he knew about camera tricks. He suspected that Snip was something of an illusionist. Therefore he sent the tape to a Laboratory for examination, whilst he planned his plans. First priority was his own safety; he picked up the phone and called a specialist. 

Oscar Stalin was at his computer, when he heard a polite cough behind him. 'Dr. Snip, or should I call you Ogun, Spirit of War, nice of you to drop in again,' he said without turning from the screen. Stalin recited the Voodoo prayer to the Voodoo God of War.

Ogun, Ogun, de Timbire Ogun de mana Zambe dao Luanda As aves cantam quando ele vem de Aruanda Trazendo pemba para salvar filhos de Unbanda Oh japones, olha as costas do mar Oh japones, olha as costas do mar.

'When did you first suspect it was me?' asked the man. 'Ogun, God of War, bathes in blood, the first time we met I knew you were here because I could smell blood. When I first saw you, you were covered in the blood of my guards. Had I realised then who you were, I would never have tried to kill you.'

'Mawu Lisa, sends her regards, I am merely repaying a favour I owe her.' replied Steve. 'Ah the spirit of Creation, I see now where the children come into this. Mawu Lisa is the protector of children, but is unable to destroy,' said Stalin. 'It is a shame that other men are not as reasonable as yourself,' said Steve.

'That being the case I need to know who to leave alive amongst Carnelli's lieutenants, so when they take over they will comply with my demands.' 'By Take over you mean after you have killed Carnelli?' said Stalin. 'He didn't take me seriously, I had to send him twelve reminders.'

'Yes so I have been informed, the man is under the impression that you are a human being. He has had no experience of Loas. I would suggest "Numbers" Carletta, he is a cold blooded man who calculates the odds for every action, he will see that it is cheaper to comply than to fight you.'

'Thank you, I will inform "Numbers" that he owes you a favour.' Stalin didn't bother to look round, he sensed the office was empty. He turned back to his computer, Carnelli was a dead man walking and Stalin had to plan his next moves with that in mind.

It was such a large building that KIS, seemed to be the best way of finding "Numbers". The receptionist was a beautiful intelligent woman, who had no idea that she was working for the mob. She smiled a professional smile, at the big man in the black coat.

'I'm afraid that Mr. Carletta only sees visitors by appointment sir.' 'Fair enough Miss, could I make an appointment to see him asap?' 'Steve watched, as the girl looked through her computer for a empty slot.'

He saw what he was looking for when "Numbers" room No. appeared on the screen. 'How about .......?' The girl realised that the man had gone.

"Numbers" Carletta was a dry stick of a man; he had a doctorate in economics and was the mobs accountant.

He lived in the world of figures; he didn't like people at all. They were unpredictable and messy, figures could lie but only if he played with them first. A shadow fell across his keyboard, and he looked up to see a big man standing far too close to him.

'Yes?'

"Numbers"?' 'Mr. Carletta if you don't mind,' whispered the dry voice. 'My name is Dr. Snip, have you heard of me?' 'We are twelve assets missing because of you,' I believe.

'Tough, you are soon going to be missing "Crusher Carnelli".' Steve explained his plan to the little man, and asked him the question. 'We can survive without the monies from that particular business. So yes, I would go along with that scenario, if indeed it came about,' agreed Numbers coldly.

Crusher felt a presence in the room, and looked up to see Snip standing just inside the door, sword in hand. 'Not camera trickery then?' crusher commented as the big man moved towards him.

Crusher calmly pressed a button in his pocket; it was a radio transmitter. It released an odourless gas from canisters placed around his house. He had planned that wherever he was accosted by Snip, both he and Snip would be within range of its effects.

Steve was surprised to see Crusher smile at him, before collapsing onto the floor. He was considering what to do when the lights went out. Steve's limp body followed Crusher's to the floor, his sword falling from his hand.

As planned, the release of the gas triggered an alarm in the guard's room. Donning gas masks they rushed to Crusher's location, and found both him and his would be assailant crumpled on the floor unconscious. Snip was stripped down to his underpants, and securely tied up. His effects including his sword were piled in a heap, and the guards then waited for the effects of the gas to wear off.

Crusher came round first, his head was pounding with pain but he still had a head for which he was grateful. Seeing Snip trussed up on his floor, cheered him up no end. His guards helped him to his feet, and congratulated him on a perfectly executed plan.

'Take him down to the basement, I will be questioning him as soon as I have fully recovered,' ordered Crusher. He was in no rush; he planned to have a few hours sleep and something to eat. That would be just the thing to remove all traces of the gasses effects, from his body and mind.

When Steve woke up, he was handcuffed to a steel chair that was bolted to the floor. He instinctively tried to jump via the QT, but nothing happened. His device had been taken from him, as had his clothes and sword. He looked around; he was in a concrete walled room, possibly a basement.

The design of the chair, indicated that this was the interrogation room for the mob. Glancing down at the floor he saw a drain in its centre. Various implements were arrayed on stainless steel trays, placed on a steel table to one side of the chair. There was a camera pointing at him.

Fuck it; thought Steve this is not good. It wasn't in his nature to rail at fate, so he just sat quietly and waited. Crusher watched him on the monitor. 'Go in there and threaten to hit him with a baseball bat, don't actually hit him but stop your swing just before touching him,' he ordered his main bodyguard.

Steve heard the door open behind him, steps approached. By the sound of them it was a big heavy man. As he moved around to stand in front of Steve; it was obvious he wasn't here to rescue him. In his meaty hands was a baseball bat, without warning he swung it straight at Steve's face. 

Steve's eyes closed in reflex, as he braced himself for the pain. After a few seconds he realised that there was no impact or pain. He opened his eyes, to see the baseball bat hovering just in front of his nose. The thug smirked at him and walked out of the room.

Interesting, very interesting, mused Crusher. He didn't disappear; he just sat there thinking his face was going to be smashed. He didn't disappear; because he couldn't disappear. Crusher was a great believer in technology, this was just technology nothing else. 

He sifted through Snip's possessions; he considered the sword. Why on earth would Snip use a fucking sword instead of a gun? Could it be the sword that was the key? Crusher was alone in his study as he tried to figure this problem out. He wanted no help in this; he was a clever man and what he learned he would keep to himself.

He checked the sword thoroughly, looking for hidden switches or buttons. Nothing could be found to tell him, that this was anything but a simple killing machine. He reluctantly turned to the cell phone; Snip had a top of the range cell phone. Crusher hated cell phones; he preferred the old-fashioned landline. He had banned them from his presence; none of his soldiers carried them on pain of his displeasure.

The FBI routinely monitored cell phones, and many of his associates in the mob were serving time because of their misplaced trust in these gadgets. He had no idea what all the buttons and gizmos did, it annoyed him intensely but he would have to ask Snip how he did what he did. 

Steve looked up when the door opened, and Crusher walked in. He sat in a chair opposite Steve, and regarded this strange person. 'What are you Snip? CIA, MI5 some secret agency determined to destroy me?' asked Crusher politely. 'I suggest you ask Stalin, if you are really curious he might tell you,' replied Steve equally politely.

'I try to deal as little as possible with Stalin, he has his own agenda as have I,' admitted Crusher. 'I am surprised he didn't kill you.' 'He tried his best,' replied Steve ' but saw the error of his ways before it was too late.'

'Why do you use a sword instead of a gun?' Steve saw no harm in answering Crushers questions, providing they didn't relate to his time travelling attributes. 'I like to be sure who I am killing, a gun is a less precise tool than a sword.'

'Your trick in the warehouse proved that point very well, getting Sweets own men to shoot their fellow soldiers,' agreed Crusher. Alarm bells went off in Steve's mind; he had left no witnesses to that event. How could Crusher know about it? 'Teleportation springs to my mind,' continued Crusher, but were that the case why on earth would you still be here if you could just vanish?'

Steve smiled, ' Perhaps I want to be here, I enjoy conversing with someone as astute as yourself. It is a shame that you won't reconsider your stance on Child slavery. That is the only bone of contention between us,' he said.

'I beg to differ Dr. Snip, there is the small matter of twelve of my soldiers decapitated to address.'

'We both know that was just a test, to see if I was worthy of your time. I hope the show I put on for your cameras was entertaining.' Steve realised that there was only one logical way Crusher could know about the events in the warehouse; it was monitored by CCTV.

Crusher made a decision and walked over to a telephone on the wall of the room. He rang Stalin's direct number. 'Yes?' said Stalin. 'Carnelli.' 'What do you want?' 'I have Snip, who is he?' asked Crusher.

'Let him go, if you kill him it won't matter, he will still kill you if he wishes.' 'If I kill him he will be dead,' protested Crusher. 'No mon, if you kill him, that body will be dead, but he wont be.' 'Thank you Stalin, goodbye,' said Crusher politely.

Crusher hung up the phone; he respected Stalin despite the fact that he came from a culture steeped in superstition. He walked back over to his chair and sat down again. 'You have certainly impressed Stalin; he is convinced that I cannot kill you. Perhaps he is right, but we could always try the same persuasion on you that you used on Sweets. What would you say, if I told my men to cut off your right hand?'

'Please don't do that, I need it to pick my nose,' answered Steve. He was using every drop of his courage, to project the fact that he wasn't afraid of death. His only chance at the moment; was to talk his way out of this situation.

Crusher conceded that he would have to ask outright, how Snip had vanished and re-appeared at will. He had been hoping that he could deduce the means by himself, but realised that this was simply too strange for conventional minds to solve.

'If you don't mind me asking, where is my sword?' said Steve suddenly. Crusher's mind jumped on the fact that despite being nearly naked, Snip hadn't asked where his clothes were. He seemed more concerned about this sword. 'Your sword is in my study, it is quite safe,' he replied.

'If you are going to cut bits off this body, perhaps you could use my sword to do it,' suggested Steve. 'It does have a poetic feel about it, I will send for it while we talk,' agreed Crusher. He motioned to one of the men standing behind Steve, and the man left the room.

Steve started counting silently to himself. 'Very well Snip, I will ask you once only. How did you vanish and re-appear as you apparently did on the tape?' 'You had already worked it out for yourself, Teleportation,' answered Steve. Stalin's ego was pleased but he had to ask.

'If you can teleport why don't you do so now?' In answer Steve rattled the steel handcuffs holding him to the chair. 'If I jump out whilst being handcuffed to this chair, I will lose both my hands.' 'If what you say is true, then you are far too dangerous to let live; despite the warnings of my associate.' said Crusher. 'I must admit, I was hoping that you were using technology, had that been the case then I could have used it as well. However if you are a natural teleporter, then I assume I have no chance of doing what you do, is that correct Snip?'

To Steve's relief, Crushers man returned with Excalibur. Two hundred and thirty seconds Merlin, thought Steve to the old wizard sitting on the table. 'Well within QT field limits', confirmed the old man, 'any preference?' We will have to wait a bit, until one of my hands is freed.

'You have hit the nail on the head Crusher, only I can do what I do,' said Steve out loud.

'Then you leave me no choice but to kill you. However in fairness to Sweets I think your idea of using your sword to cut off bits of you is a good one, and I will happily oblige you,' said Crusher. 'Marcos, cut off Snips right hand,' he ordered the man with the sword.

Steve moved his arm down, as far as the handcuffs allowed. 'I can't get to his hand like that boss, someone will have to hold it out for me,' complained Marcos. Crusher sighed, just when things had been going so smoothly, Snip had to fuck about. 'Jules, undo the handcuff and hold out his arm for Marcos,' growled Crusher.

Jules approached warily, the other men drew and aimed their guns at Steve's head, as the handcuff was unlocked. The snick of the cuff releasing, was Merlin's cue to operate the QT device and jump out. All around him the thugs collapsed onto the floor to join Crusher.

Steve reached down and picked up the keys to the handcuffs, dropped by Jules. He calmly released himself, and stood up carefully. His legs were stiff, and ignoring the unconscious men he went to retrieve his clothes and possessions.

He locked the room behind him; he didn't want anybody wandering off. When he was dressed, and had the QT device back on his waist where it belonged, he felt much better. 'That went well I thought old friend,' he said to Merlin.

'Yes Steve, although I am relieved that the device was so close. I would have been concerned less the field strength was insufficient to jump the entire building to the location you thought of,' replied the old wizard.

'Well I thought if we could jump tons of gold from here to there, a little building wouldn't be too much of a problem,' said Steve sliding Excalibur into its hidden sheath.

When he returned to the room, Crusher and his goons were still unconscious due to the effects of the QT field on the human body. After a while the body got used to it and didn't lose consciousness. However everyone in the entire building, from secretary to Crusher himself was unconscious.

All except Marcos, his enormous body seemed to shake off the effects far quicker than the rest of the thugs. Steve was dragging the thugs into the centre of the room; he was planning on leaving them outside the building. Suddenly his viewpoint changed, as he was automatically jumped to the side of his original position.

The sound of a heavy calibre handgun was deafening in the confines of the room, as Marcos fired point blank at his back. Merlin's bullet dodging field proved its worth, as Steve was transported out of the path of the lead projectile. Dr. Snip drew his sword as Marcos fired again. This time he was ready for the relocation, and as he re-appeared to the side of the giant thug he thrust Excalibur through the man's torso.

Such was the animal strength of Marcos, that he backhanded Snip across the room. Grabbing hold of Excalibur's hilt, Marcos pulled it from his body. That was a big mistake; it was only the blade that was staunching the flow of blood from his skewered body. As it was pulled out, a jet of blood splashed across the room and painted the wall red. 

Marcos mouth filled with blood, and he fell to his knees with a mighty crash. The sword fell from his unresponsive fingers, and was recovered by Snip. Marcos's attack had given the rest of the thug's time to recover. They threw themselves onto the big man in the centre of the room. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 05



It was like throwing themselves into the blades of a helicopter. Snip spun and slashed at all attackers, arms and legs were sliced off. The thugs were slipping on their own blood, trying to get close enough to grab this death dealer.

Jules managed to get a shot off, but his bullet passed through the place where Snip had been a nano-second ago and smashed the life out of Crusher. Jules was the last one standing, and when Excalibur hit him it was with the flat of its blade. Jules slumped unconscious to the floor.

Steve dragged all the goons alive and dead into a heap in the centre of the room, and jumped them outside the building. He then jumped back into the room, he stood over the drain and used a hose to wash the blood off his Kevlar coat. Take us back to where we were please, he asked Merlin.

If someone had been watching Crushers headquarters, they may have noticed it flicker for a second as it vanished and re-appeared one second later. When everyone regained consciousness they were at a loss to explain why people were lying on the floor. Numbers woke up to find Crushers head propped on his desk looking at him.

Written on his forehead was the warning " I am watching you" in black ink. Numbers coolly dropped the head into his waste paper bin, and wrote the order to terminate all dealings in under eighteens.

Jules was shocked speechless. One second he was in the middle of a firefight and the next he was standing on a blazingly white plain. He was freezing, the wind howled around him like a demented banshee. 

Looking down he saw bodies being covered by snow, one of them was headless, he could tell it was Crusher. In Crushers hand was a note, it informed him that he was at the magnetic north pole. The writer suggested that he head south as quickly as possible. Jules was never seen again.

Steve had decapitated Crusher's body. He took no pleasure in doing this, but it had to be done to convince "Numbers" to keep his word. Dr. Snip was not playing games here; he was deadly serious.

Steve's throat was dry after all the excitement, he suddenly fancied a cup of tea. Dr. Alison Fairweather was going through reports on the children, when a polite cough warned her that the doctor had returned. She jumped up quickly and was going to hug him, when she remembered her position and restrained herself.

'Hello Doctor, lovely to see you again, what is that on your shoes?' Steve glanced down and saw snow melting from his shoes into her carpet. Sorry Dr. Fairweather it was snowing, and I forgot to wipe my feet. Please call me Alison, why am I not surprised that you have snow on your feet in a temperature of 31C.'

'I'm a magician if you recall,' he said smiling at her. 'How can I help you Doctor?' she asked. 'I'm dying for a cup of tea if it wouldn't be too much trouble' he replied. She smiled her beautiful rare smile at him, and took him into her private room where she made him his cup of tea.

'What have you been up too since we last met?' she asked. 'Putting my proverbial finger in the proverbial hole in the proverbial dyke,' he replied. Trying to stop, or at least slow down, the trade in children around the world.'

'Wow, I am impressed,' she said, 'you and whose army?' 'Tell me about it, I often think I'm wasting my time. However I have to do something with my time and money, and I honestly can't think of anything better,' he said sipping his tea.

'Surely you have someone to help you?' she asked. 'Yes, I do I would be lost without her,' he confessed. 'Oh, you have a significant other?' she asked feeling a sense of loss for some reason.

'Yes, she is a magician as well, but leaves me to concentrate on my self appointed task while she gets on with a real job.'

'What does she do?' asked Alison swallowing her disappointment. 'Angel is a sort of policewoman, very loosely speaking of course,' he said smiling at her over his cup. 'Do you think I will ever meet her?' she asked, curious as to the type of woman this strange man would be attracted to. 'God knows, she comes from a far different culture than ours. I honestly can't ever predict how she will react to any situation. I think you and Angel would be friends, given the chance.'

'Thank you again for Peggy, she has really made me happy. When things get a bit too much for me, I go for a ride and feel rejuvenated,' said Alison referring to her horse. 'No problem Alison, it was my pleasure,' he replied smiling at this woman who was looking after his children.

Suddenly after all the worry and bloodshed, he needed to do something positive. 'Alison, Test me, ask me for something, anything in the world and I will try and magic it up for you,' he said holding her hands. She giggled like a schoolgirl at the very thought of asking for anything.

'I have no idea what I want, and the scary thing is that I half believe that you could actually get me whatever I asked for. Isn't that silly?'

'Ok then, is there any place you would like to see, anywhere in the world.Any time in the world if you like.'he persisted.

'Where would you like to take me if you could take me anywhere?' she asked, playing along with his game. 'I tell you what; you would like to meet Angel. I know where she should be and I must admit I am curious to see this particular place myself,' he said.

'I would love to meet this friend of yours, how do we get there?' 'Do you trust me Alison?' he asked. She looked at him seriously; she considered all she knew about him. 'I realize that I know almost nothing about you. However I know what you have done to help our children, and on that alone I place myself in your hands,' she replied quietly.

'It would be better for you, if you were to lie down on the floor and close your eyes,' he suggested. 'Do I have to think of England?' she smiled saucily. 'Dr. Fairweather, I am shocked at such an implication. The reason for this is that the force of my magic will make you faint, and it is best if you are already laying down rather than fall down.'

'Do I have to undress?' she asked grinning at him. 'NO! of course not, what have I unleashed here?' he spluttered, 'I promise you Alison that you are perfectly safe in my hands.' 'Just teasing Doctor,' she said as she picked a clean bit of floor, and lay down on her back smiling up at him.

'Close your eyes woman, you know the rules of magic,' he ordered. As she closed her eyes, Steve asked Merlin to take them to Angel's location. Alison blanked out for a minute, when she opened her eyes again she was looking at a beautiful blue sky. She felt strange and decided to just lie still for a moment to collect her thoughts.

What on earth am I doing? she thought, I can't just nip off on a sightseeing trip. I have my children to care for, how long have I been gone already. 'Where am I Doctor, please take me home, my children need me there,' she said out loud.

'Whoa Alison, calm down. You are on Atlantis, I will take you home and your children are fine. We will be back before they realize you are gone,' he promised. 'What do you mean Atlantis? That was a mythical island supposedly sunk ages ago,' she said looking around at the verdant island dominated by a large volcano in its center.

'We thought it was an island called Thira, in the Aegean Sea. It was thought to have been destroyed by a massive volcanic eruption about 3,500 years ago,' replied Steve helping her to her feet. 'Angel is here on behalf of her scientific community, to check if that is just a theory or fact.' 'I thought you said that Angel was a policewoman, is she also an anthropologist.'

Steve decided that for whatever reason, he would tell Alison the truth. 'Alison, I am not a magician, I am a Time traveler.' She heard the words but her brain couldn't process what he was telling her. 'Rubbish, this is a trick I don't believe in Dr.Who. He is just a fictional character, and anyway he travels around in a phone box not a 40ft Steel Container.'

'I am not Dr. Who, I only call myself "The Doctor" for a reason that you don't need to know. Alison took a deep breath, which distracted Steve in his explanation long enough for her to interrupt. 'Lets start from scratch,' she said, ' my name is Alison, what is your name please?'

'My name is Steve, pleased to meet you,' he replied shaking her hand. 'Where is your Container?' 'I don't need a Container to time travel, I just used it to keep all the kids safe while I brought them to you.' Alison sat down on the grass and looked at him. 'I am sitting comfortably, you may begin,' she said inviting him to tell all.

Steve also sat down and told her as much about him as he could, without mentioning the dark side of his quest to rescue kids from evil men. When he had brought her up to date, he sat quietly whilst she absorbed his story. 'So in a nutshell, you found a time travel machine, and are using it to rescue children from various dangers, and are then bringing them to me to look after.'

'Yes.'

'Well Doctor Steve I believe you, it is impossible not to when I am sitting on an island with a big volcano in the center of it.So where is this Angel then?' Steve didn't know, so he asked Merlin to locate Angel. The figment of his imagination that was Merlin appeared. 

The old wizard was also sitting on the grass. 'Hello old friend Steve, Angel is busy at the moment with her researches, but she will be free soon and will come to join you here.' The sound of a cowbell caused them to turn and look behind them. A young girl had approached as they were talking, and stood smiling at them. 

Her cow was chewing the cud, and regarding Steve with bovine indifference. Steve smiled at the little girl, and assured her that he was a friend and she was not to be afraid. She replied that she was never afraid, and did he want a drink of water.

Alison looked on in astonished silence; Steve was talking to this child in some sort of Greek language. The little girl gave Steve and Alison a drink from her leather bottle, and wandered off on her travels. 'What on earth was that language? it sounded a little like Greek, but so distorted I couldn't follow any of it,' asked Alison.

'I have no idea,' admitted Steve, ' I assume it was some form of ancient Greek, I just talk normally and my implant translates for me. It also broadcasts my words in whatever language it hears spoken.' He told her that this technology was from the 26th century.

Alison spoke four languages well, she asked him to help her up in Japanese. He immediately stood up and assisted her to her feet. Alison shrieked, as an Amazonian woman suddenly appeared out of thin air. She was 6ft tall wearing a white toga, and looked like a gymnast on steroids. 

She smiled warily at Alison, and walked over to Steve. Nothing was said between them, their kiss said it all. Alison looked at the volcano to avoid looking at Steve, she didn't want to see them kissing.

'Just in time my sexy man, this place is going to blow in 12hrs and it goes up like Krakatoa,' we have to be long gone before then.' 'What about the islands population? Do they get off Ok?' he asked. 'Of course not, it goes up without warning, no I'm afraid there were no survivors,' Angel replied.

Alison was listening to this with mounting anger. 'We must warn them Steve, we can't just let them die like this.' 'Who is this?' asked Angel indicating Alison. 'Angel this is Dr. Alison Fairweather, she looks after my children.' 'And she is here because?' asked Angel. 'She is here because she is my friend, and I need someone to talk to about my life.'

'Hello Alison, pleased to meet you, I understand your concern about these people but you must remember that they died thousands of years ago. We are only observers, we must not interfere.' 'Bollicks, Steve interferes all the time; he told me so just now. Steve you can't allow these people to die if you can help them. Anyway you owe them, that little girl gave you water and you accepted it. That forms a bond between you, and you are honour bound to save her,' said Alison passionately.

Steve was well aware of Angel regarding him, she was a Time Agent and was used to this sort of thing. Time Agents were trained not to get personally involved.

Alison was looking at him, waiting for an answer. 'Fuck it,' he swore,' Merlin how many people on this fucking island?' 'Six hundred and twenty one, most of whom are living in the one village on this small island.' said the old wizard.

'Any ideas on how we rescue them old friend?' The image of the old wizard regarded Steve strangely. This goes against my programming old friend. Rescuing these people may change the future, and my hardware is programmed not to allow it.'

Steve just continued to look at Merlin. 'Oh Fuck it,' said the old man, 'you will need to collect them all together in one place. I suggest the temple in the center of the village. When they are all there I can transport them to the mainland.'

'Thank you old friend, how can I get everybody to the temple?' Merlin thought for a second. 'I can broadcast a hypnotic signal from your implant, it will only affect young children but they will be compelled to follow you. You will have to be within 20 yards of them, for it to be powerful enough to work.'

Alison jumped in surprise, as an undulating tone seemed to come from nowhere. It was a pleasant sound reminiscent of a panpipe. As Merlin could only be seen and heard by those with implants, Alison could only hear Steve's side of the conversation.

'What's going on here? What's that noise?' she asked. 'I have to walk through the village and collect the children as I go. The hypnotic compulsion will only affect children due to their young ears, but hopefully the parents will follow them,' he explained.

Steve looked at Alison thoughtfully, ' Thank you Dr. Fairweather, for reminding me of my purpose in life. Would you care to accompany me on a little stroll through the village?'

Alison smiled her rare and dazzling smile at him, and taking his arm they walked down the path followed by the cowgirl with her cow.

Angel watched them go, she had a thoughtful look on her face as she jumped to the other side of the village to wait for them. As well as the hypnotic compulsion, Steve was also shouting out a warning to the adults to follow him to safety. The people were unconvinced; the volcano seemed quiescent. 

They were more concerned that their children were following this strange man, who seemed to be whistling an undulating tune. Suddenly the ground shook violently, and smoke and dust rose from the flank of the looming volcano. 

Out of the houses and holes in the ground, exploded the rat population of the village. They knew instinctively what was about to happen, and wanted to get as far away from the volcano as possible. This combined with Steve's warning, caused most of the adults to grab their babies, and follow the procession through the village towards their temple.

Angel was waiting for them at the temple; she looked like a Greek goddess in her white toga. 'Gather in the temple yard,' she instructed the nervous crowd. Her implant amplified her voice, so everyone could hear it easily. She lifted up her arms, and called to the Gods to protect them.

Merlin calculated the field strength required to transport the crowd of people. Waiting until Angel completed her plea to the Gods, Steve jumped everyone to the mainland. Alison felt a bit giddy, and was supported by Steve on one arm, and Angel on the other.

The adults were all unconscious, but most of the children seemed unaffected by the QT field. Alison turned to Steve and pulling his head down to her level, kissed him soundly on his mouth. 'Thank you so much Steve, I knew you could do it if you tried,' she said looking up at him with pride.

Steve decided to wait until the adults regained consciousness, before they jumped out. Angel explained to them that the Gods had spared their lives. With a beautiful smile, she vanished into thin air.

Alison found herself in a kitchen, Angel was putting the kettle on and Steve was preparing the cups and tea bags. 'Milk and sugar?' he asked. 'Where are we?' she replied. 'We are in England, this is my home, welcome Dr.Fairweather,' said Steve handing her a cup of tea.

As she sipped her tea, he explained about his house and how he had acquired it. He also told her an edited story about how he came by the funds to run her orphanage. Alison was stunned at what he had achieved in such a short time.

'We have been gone too long, I'm worried about my children,' she said.

'You will be back at the orphanage ten seconds after we left it,' he promised. Angel had plonked herself on his lap, and was dunking her biscuit in his tea. Alison looked at the pair of them, they seemed made for each other. She felt a wrench in her heart, when she couldn't see any place for her in this team.

Angel was observing Alison closely, and asked her to take a walk with her in the garden. Alison felt very intimidated, walking beside this fit young Amazon warrior woman. Steve's garden was an old apple orchard, the women walked past the Container that Steve had parked behind the house. They came to a bench under an apple tree and sat down.

'I like you Alison,' said Angel, ' if you want sex with Steve, you have my permission. I know for a fact that he fancies you like mad, but he won't dare tell you in case he hurts my feelings.'

Alison was stunned at Angels offer.Seeing this, Angel had to explain to her that in the 26th century sex just wasn't that important. The bottom line was that if she wanted sex with Steve it was OK with Angel. Angel further surprised Alison, when she kissed her lightly on her mouth. 'If you are shy, then I could always join you in bed to show you the ropes, so to speak,' she offered the astonished woman.

'I am well aware of the 'ropes' as you put it Angel, I am not a young virgin.' Alison didn't know what to think about this, she had to admit in the privacy of her mind that she did fancy Steve. She had thought about the mysterious man, who could do inexplicable things. One of the things he could do, was to make her heart beat faster when he was near her. 

So he fancied her did he; she found that fact very disturbing it made parts of her body very damp. However Angels offer to share him; had shook her badly. Since her doctor had told Alison that she would never have children, she had lost all interest in sex. 

It seemed pointless to just go through the motions, without the end result being possible. Still she must admit that since meeting this strange man Steve, she had been thinking about him a lot. She looked at Angel sitting there calmly waiting for her answer. 'Thank you Angel, I appreciate your kind offer and I will consider it,' she said graciously.

'Think nothing of it,' said Angel 'I have my own agenda here, I am trying to break him of this 20th Century one man one woman mind set. I love him, but he makes me feel guilty when I shag some good looking male that isn't him. If you would accept a bit of advice I would suggest that you make the first move. If you wait for Steve to initiate things, then nothing will happen.I got him into bed with another women once, we were on Mars, and I had drugged him, but it was a start. Since then he has reverted to his old guilty mindset, and I am finding it stifling. Your intervention could save our relationship.'

Alison could take no more; she got up and staggered away holding her head. She had just about accepted the Time travel situation, and now Angel was blithely talking about Space travel as well. He'd had a threesome on Mars had he? She found herself wishing that she had been the third woman. Alison decided to take the bull by the horns, and beard the lion in his den, to mix metaphors.

Steve was minding his own business and sipping his tea, when Alison returned from her walk with Angel. He could tell at once that she was nervous and disturbed. She was pacing up and down the kitchen. 'We may have a problem with Angel,' she blurted out.




Dr. Snip Ch. 05



'Oh no Alison,' he said worriedly, 'please don't tell me she has upset you. You must remember that Angel is damned near an alien, as far as we are concerned. She just says things sometimes, without knowing about our inbred taboos. I'm sure she likes you, despite what she may have said.'

'Oh the problem isn't that she doesn't like me, in fact she likes me a lot. She has even offered me a present,' she said.

'That doesn't sound like Angel; she isn't a present giving type of person. Although to be fair, she was the one who gave me Excalibur for my birthday. What did she offer you as a present?' asked Steve.

'YOU,' yelled Alison furiously, 'she offered me You. She said we could share you, for fucks sake.'

Steve went bright red; he banged his forehead on the table and crossed his arms over his head as if to hide from Alison. 'Oh my God, what the fuck is she playing at? I am so sorry for this Alison.I am mortified that she has embarrassed you so,' he apologized, 

'She also told me that you fancied me,' continued Alison 'but were too shy to say anything in case you hurt her feelings. Was she lying about that?'

'Angel doesn't lie to her friends,' he whispered going even redder.'Look Alison I will jump you back home right away, if I ever need to drop off any more children I won't hang about, I will just pop in and out to save any embarrassment.'

Alison could see where this panicked rambling was leading. He was going to run away from her in his embarrassment, and she may never see him again.

'Shut the fuck up,' she said firmly. 'Did Angel lie when she said you fancied me, Yes or No?'

Steve was sure he had lost her friendship so fell back on telling the truth. 'I do fancy you, I think about you all the time. I try and think of ways of making you smile at me. I am so sorry Alison, I am not the right man for someone as good hearted as you,' he admitted. 'Before you say anything,' he continued, 'let me explain why I haven't let you know how I feel about you. I call myself the Doctor, but I am not good old Doctor Who. I am Dr. Snip; I am a killer, a murderer. I have killed two women, and God knows how many men so far. My hands are red with blood, they are not fit to hold you,' he confessed keeping his eyes downcast.

'Hello, do I have Idiot written across my forehead or something,' said Alison heatedly. 'I know you are Dr. Snip; you have forgotten that you killed a lot of men, and a sadistic female guard in front of my children. They couldn't wait to praise the man who rescued them. I know all the grisly details as only a child can tell them. Heads rolling across the ground; blood dripping from your coat.Well let me tell you Dr. Snip that I know about you, and I don't give a Flying Fuck.You have rescued my children from a life of horror, and are looking after them now. You are their Hero, and you are my Hero. They love you, and so do I,' she finished in a whisper.

Alison walked around the table, grabbed the feared Dr. Snip by his ears and lifting his head up, kissed him passionately on his mouth. Steve couldn't believe what was happening, but he decided to go with the flow and kissed her back with equal passion. 'Take me to your bedroom,' she whispered in his ear.

He didn't want to waste the time it would take to climb up the stairs, so jumped them both straight into his bedroom. 'Undress me,' she ordered breathlessly. His hands were trembling as he tried to undo her buttons. She was content to stand there and smile at him, as he slowly managed to remove her blouse and skirt.

As he went to undo her bra, she stopped him, 'My turn I think' she said, reaching up to undo his shirt buttons. He took his lead from her, and stood quietly as she slowly divested him of his shirt, and trousers until he was just wearing his underpants.

'Carry on,' she said huskily her heart pounding with restrained lust. She admired his strongly muscled body as he removed her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce free of restraint. He stroked her soft breasts, and leaning down kissed each pink nipple tenderly.

She grabbed his hands and guided them to her panties. He was so much taller than her; that he had to kneel down as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. This brought her pubes in line with his face, and she grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled his face into her groin. She groaned with frustrated lust as she rubbed his face over her pubes.

He put his hands on her bottom and lifted her into his arms, she relaxed herself as he carried her to the bed and gently laid her on it. He was going to swiftly divest himself of his underpants, but she again stopped him. 'That's my job' she said, pulling them down to reveal his intentions towards her.

'It appears you are pleased to see me naked,' she giggled. 'Very pleased indeed,' he growled, opening her legs wide. He knew instinctively to be very gentle in his foreplay, and final lovemaking. He wanted this moment to be a good one to remember, for both of them.

It had been a long time for Alison, but she trusted this darkly troubled man completely, and gave herself over to his ministrations. He was rewarded for his loving, by her orgasm that blasted through her body. He held her gently in his arms as she shuddered and groaned, her nails dug into his back in her passion.

When she had recovered she realized that he was still unsatisfied, and asked him why he hadn't come as well. 'Ladies first,' he said smiling at her. She pushed him onto his back, and he watched in wonder as she gently lowered herself onto him. 

She commenced grinding her hips in a circular motion, causing him to groan with the effort of controlling himself. 'I want you to come in me,' she panted, ' don't worry I can't get pregnant.' Steve was admiring her naked body; she was completely different from Angel. 

Making love with Angel was like a dominance battle; they were both just over 6ft tall and very strong. He often had to physically restrain her during their sexual encounters. Alison was a lot smaller and weaker than Angel; he had to be careful not to hurt her. Her breasts were softer than Angels, and bounced delightfully as she rode him.

It was the sight of those lovely breasts bouncing in front of his eyes, that pushed him out of control and he orgasmed violently. Alison needed all her horse riding skills to keep on top of him, as he bucked and convulsed under her. At last he was empty, and she lay down on top of him, feeling safe and secure as his arms held her tightly to his sweaty body. 

'I love you Alison,' he whispered. 'I love you too Steve,' she replied cuddling into him. 'Hey you noisy fuckers, when you have quite finished shagging each other senseless I need to talk to you. Or do you want me to join you up there? Yelled Angel hopefully.

Alison quickly scrambled off Steve and into her clothes. She was very grateful to Angel for orchestrating this situation, but wasn't quite ready to invite her into the same bed that she was occupying. Steve also got dressed, and this time they both walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

Angel had made the tea, and smiled knowingly at their red faces. 'Thank the fuck for that,' she said ' the sexual tension between you two was giving me a headache.' Alison surprised Steve by giving Angel a kiss and a hug. 'Thank you Angel, I owe you one,' she said. 'On the contrary I owe you one, now I can fuck around without feeling so fucking guilty about it,' replied Angel grinning.

Steve asked Angel to take a walk with him, Alison assumed he was going to try and explain their antics to Angel. She couldn't have been more wrong, Steve was well aware that Angel didn't give a fuck who he had sex with, as long as she was number one in his heart.

He had always known his in his head, but now he accepted it in his heart as well. Angel was Angel, he couldn't change her and he wouldn't even try. They came to the same bench that Angel had sat on with Alison. Steve sat down, and pulled Angel onto his lap.

'You know I love you, you are my Partner and best friend,' he said kissing her beautiful face fondly. 'I want you to do something for me; I need you to go and see Dr.Young the chief Biotech at the B.T.O. for me please. Talking to Stalin, has made me realize that I am becoming the same as Ogun the Haitian God of War and Destruction. I need to do something good and creative, to try and balance myself out. They have a God of creation her name is 'Mawu Lisa, I feel the need to offer her a present.I want you to ask him, No beg him if necessary, to try and fix Alison's body so she can have children. If I can arrange this for her, then it will go some way towards balancing the destruction I have wrought.'

He called for Merlin to appear, the old wizard seemed to look around and smell the sweet scent of the apples. This was all a figment of Steve's imagination of course. The World Brain had chosen to present itself in this form, so as to appear more user friendly towards Steve and Angel. 

Only they could see and hear him via their implants. 'Did you get the data old friend?' asked Steve. 'Yes Steve, I scanned Alison and the medical data is now being transferred to Angels implant. The medical staff at the B.T.O. can determine the best course of action,' said Merlin. His task accomplished, Merlin disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Steve had no need to sell Angel on this quest. Angel was British; she thought nothing of Sex, but everything about procreation. The British of the 26th Century followed the path of Eugenics. 

The British people were encouraged to have children; they were all genetically enhanced in the womb to ensure health and intelligence. The worst possible crime in the 26th Century was abortion; there was no excuse for a British woman ever to have an abortion. 

Children were loved and wanted, and if by some fluke a woman became pregnant by accident and didn't want the child, then the State would give it to someone who did. It was as simple as that, the woman wasn't blamed for making a mistake she just had to carry the child until it was born. 

The punishment for aborting a baby was horrendous, the woman's passport was taken from her, and she was deleted from the records of British Nationals. She would no longer be British. In the 26th Century, nothing could be worse than not being British. It meant that you became a foreigner, you had no rights under British law and you couldn't live in Britain.

The State hammered home the fact that if you were fantastically lucky enough to be born British, then God loved you. The British didn't hate Non-British people, they felt so sorry for them. That is why any British person aborting a child, would be killing a British Citizen. 

No one killed a British Citizen in the 26th Century, with impunity. The possession of a British passport was an Iron Clad guarantee of Safe Passage anywhere in the world. The actual passport was just a token of course; the real passport was the implant in every Briton's skull. This was what was removed to make a person Non-British.

In the early days, there had been incidents where British Citizens had been killed in foreign countries. In such cases, the Government had sent a Time Agent to the scene. By rewinding Time; and observing exactly what happened and who was responsible; the culprits were positively identified.

Based on the Time Agent's report; a Storm Trooper would be dispatched to mete out summarily justice. He would execute everyone involved, regardless who they were or what position they held in their country.

As Time travel was Britain's most closely guarded secret, the perpetrators of these crimes had no idea how they had been discovered. It only took a few retaliations, to hammer home the message that Britons were sacrosanct. 

Angel herself couldn't have children, this was not a defect it was a conscious decision on her part. Amongst the cocktail of drugs she habitually used, was a contraceptive. If and when she ever decided to get pregnant, it would be with a suitable sperm donor. 

As a member of the Aristocracy, she had obligations to Britain to produce only the best possible children. Alison would have been surprised to learn, that Angel regarded her as a British Citizen. Consequently Angel considered Alison had every right to be fertile. 

If there was a problem that 20th Century medicine couldn't fix, then Angel had total confidence in 26th Century medicine, in the person of Dr. Paul Young. He was her personal physician, and had not only fitted her with her ultimate weapons, the monofilament nails, but had also given her the sub dermal Armour.

She knew that if he couldn't fix Alison's plumbing, then nobody could. Besides she hadn't shagged Paul for a while now, she kissed Steve soundly and stood up. 'When I sort this out for you, you will owe me a good shagging mister,' she said smiling at the man she loved.

A second later Steve was alone in the orchard; he got up and chose to walk back to Alison. He decided not to say anything to her about his plan, just in case Dr. young couldn't help.

'Where's Angel?' asked Alison as he walked into the kitchen. He explained that she was on a mission and would be back later. 'Good,' said Alison with a wicked smile, 'lets go to bed, I have a lot of catching up to do.' This time they climbed the stairs. Alison was more confident now and demonstrated to Steve that she was just as sexy as Angel. By the time she had finished with him he was exhausted, it seemed to him that she had gone through the entire Kama Sutra. Alison was feeling very happy and satisfied, albeit a bit sore.

However although over the moon about her relationship with Steve, she was still worried about her children, and regretfully asked Steve to take her back to the orphanage. As promised Steve jumped her back, they arrived 10 seconds after they had left. No one noticed she had been gone.

She turned to Steve and kissed him lovingly, ' A lot has happened in those 10 seconds she said, my life has been enriched beyond my wildest dreams.I think I love you Doctor.'

'I know I love you,' he replied kissing her just as lovingly. 'I'll be back' he promised and disappeared in front of her eyes.

To be continued...



Dr. Snip Ch. 06



Angel was away on a mission for Steve, he was trying to see if he could help Alison have children of her own. Steve was reading the news on his computer, he was now aware that his self appointed task was world wide and he needed the internet to keep him abreast of any trouble that may require his special talents. 

Merlin had supplied him with a 26th Century computer, and had programmed it to flag any news story that contained certain key words. The computer was completely holographic; it was basically a figment of Steve's imagination projected by his implant, as was Merlin's avatar.

It was a three dimensional cube, that appeared to float in midair. Any news deemed relevant to Dr. Snip, was presented in an orderly fashion. He still liked to keep his hand in, combating the grass roots level of Crimes involving the young.

The Newspapers in Ohio, were reporting the disappearance of a young boy. He had been missing for two days, and his parents were frantic with worry. They had even been on their local TV, appealing for help from the public.

Had Steve not been so busy lately, he would have been on the case earlier. Still time as they say was on his side; making a note of the parents address he finished his tea. He dressed as usual in his long black Kevlar coat. 

Excalibur was concealed in its hidden sheath, or as concealed as a four foot long sword could be. He jumped to the parent's house, ensuring he picked a time in the evening when it would be dark.

The boy's parents were Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, their son Toby had gone to school as usual and that was the last he had been seen by anyone. They lived in Ohio, in a little town called Lysander. Paul Jackson was a big black man who had his own tyre business in the town, and was a well respected member of the community.

When his doorbell rang he looked through the spy hole before opening the door. He and his wife had been plagued by reporters; since appearing on the TV. He had known that this would happen, but considered it a small price to pay if it helped get his son back.

He couldn't quite make out who was standing there; it looked like a black silhouette. He squared his shoulders and opened the door, the man standing on his porch didn't look at all like a reporter. As Paul stood looking at him, Steve handed him his calling card. It simply said "Dr. Snip." 

At the start of his quest he used to use a pair of secatures, as his calling card. They were a reminder of what fate had in store, for any criminals that caught Dr. snips attention. However he realised that he would also be interacting with good people; so had some mundane cards printed for that purpose.

Paul's hand shook as he read that name; he had read of this man. In Britain he was wanted for murder, but Paul was a well informed man, and knew about the sort of people that this man was accused of killing.

'I am honoured to meet you, please come in,' he invited the tall dark man.

Steve followed Paul into his living room.

'My wife is upstairs trying to sleep, Paul explained 'she is exhausted from the constant worry.'

'I would like to help find Toby,' said Steve, ' it would be best if nobody knew I was involved. To be blunt, I may have to kill whoever has your son, and if I do you may be accused of hiring me to do it.'

Paul was shocked at the cold blooded way this man spoke of killing. However he wanted his son back at all costs, so he gave Steve all the details he required in order to track Toby. Steve thanked him and let himself out of the house. This was almost routine to Steve, he jumped back in time to the last location Toby was seen, and then just kept an eye on the boy until something happened. As usual it was a pretty simple snatch, a van pulled up beside the boy as he walked home. 

A man showed him a map and asked him to point out a certain place. When the helpful boy leaned in to see the map, he was dragged inside the van and it drove away. Steve was very tempted to just stop the van, kill the driver and rescue the boy. However he decided to follow it for a while, in case there were others involved.

Steve had been discussing a certain QT effect with Merlin. When he was dealing with Jeckell the rogue War Minister, he had left one version of him on Angels sunning ledge in the Jurassic. When he had returned Jeckell was gone, or at least Steve couldn't see him.

Merlin had theorised that perhaps he was now slightly out of sync with our timeline, and so was effectively invisible and intangible. Steve's curious mind had wondered if it were possible to set the QT to throw himself slightly out of phase. Not enough to make him intangible, but just enough to make him invisible.

Melin aka The World Brain; had spent quite a few seconds on this question. This translated into years of thought for a human being. He finally came up with a modification to the QT; that had the effect of an interference field. 

This wouldn't make Steve perfectly invisible, but it would make him transparent to light. Steve with the bravery of the ignorant; tried it out in front of a full length mirror. When the field was on, his body was pushed slightly out of phase with his universe. 

He was only a single nanosecond removed from his main timeline, but the result was as if he was made of glass. If you knew he was there it was easy to see him. However if he stood still, and you didn't know he was there, then your eyes wouldn't see him.

Merlin had been very pleased with himself, even AI's needed praise now and then, and Steve was generous with his.

'Not quite the Invisible Man old friend but close enough I think' he said, smiling at the old wizard. Steve jumped to the top of the vans roof, and switched on the field. 

By lying prone and holding on to the roof, he was carried along without being noticed by passing cars. This saved him having to make numerous small jumps to keep the van in sight. His hands were getting tired as the van continued to travel for some miles, before turning off into a dirt track heading into a stand of trees.

There was an old timber house at the end of this dirt road, and finally the van pulled up in front of it and the engine was turned off. Steve was so stiff from hanging on; that by the time he got down from the roof the kidnapper had carried Toby into the house. 

Steve turned off the interference field and reappeared. He was not in a very good mood, and decided that he would just walk into the house and ask serious and painful questions of whomever he found there. To his surprise when he entered the house it appeared empty, he looked around the ground floor and climbed the stairs to the upper floor. 

There was nobody about. He decided that there must be a cellar; all these creepy old houses had cellars. It seemed to be a requirement of these sort of criminals; that they lurked in cellars.

Sure enough a search of the floor showed a trapdoor, he opened it and walked down the stairs. Steve found himself in a corridor, which had six doors, three each side connecting to it.

He could hear a disturbance from the end door on his right, and walked towards it. Toby was struggling with a heavily built man, who was tying him to a chair. Steve drew Excalibur and without any drama, smashed the man over the head with the solid steel pommel. The big man grunted in shock and pain, before crashing to the ground.

'Your Dad, Paul Jackson sent me to rescue you' he told Toby, who was just as scared of this big man with the sword as he had been of his kidnapper. Hearing the name of his father, reassured the boy that he was going to be all right, and he visibly relaxed.

Steve could have used the razor edge of Excalibur to sever the boys bonds, but thought it might scare him. Sheathing the sword, he carefully untied the knots securing Toby to the chair. He led the boy out of the room, and locked the man inside it for later.

'Are you Ok Toby?' he asked as they climbed the stairs from the cellar.

'Yes Sir,' the boy replied holding tightly to Steve's hand.

'I'm going to do some Magic now, I want you to close your eyes and when you open them you will be surprised,' said Steve to the boy.

Despite his fear Toby trusted this man, and dutifully closed his eyes. Steve picked him up in his arms, and jumped them to Paul Jackson's house. Paul Jackson was on his way to join his wife in bed, when the doorbell rang. It was very late and he considered ignoring it, but when it rang again he sighed and again looked through the security lens to see who it was.

The black silhouette was standing there again. Paul opened the door, and was almost knocked over when Toby jumped into his arms. He looked down at the excited face of his son, and burst into tears of relief. 

The heart crushing pain that he had been living with for the past days lifted, and was replaced with a joy so powerful that it was almost painful. He cried out his son's name as he spun him around happily. The big man in black just stood there quietly, drinking in the happiness he had caused. 

He needed this to repair the dark areas of his soul, damaged by too much blood and death.

'Please come in and sit down Dr., I must take Toby up to see his mother,' said Paul beaming at Steve.

As Paul ran upstairs with his son, Steve walked into the sitting room and sat on a sofa. No chance of a cup of tea in Ohio, he thought. He wondered how Angel was getting on with Dr. Young in the 26th Century.

Angel was getting on fine; she was enjoying persuading the Doctor. She had persuaded him twice already and he was lying on the bed exhausted. 

'Please Angel, no more you will kill me if you keep on,' he begged.

'But I promised I would persuade you,' she said.

'I said I would do the Operation before you dragged me into bed,' he protested.

'Well I obviously didn't hear you did I, perhaps you should check out my ears. You seem to have checked out the rest of my body pretty thoroughly,' she replied cheekily.

'You are insatiable, you wanton hussy,' he accused staggering into her shower room. He allowed himself to fall limply into the pool, and swam slowly towards the waterfall that acted as Angels shower. Angel joined him in the water, and he managed to have his shower despite her helping hands.

'When do you want to do this operation? he asked as she was soaping him in interesting places.

'I have no idea; I don't think Steve has actually asked her if she wants it to be done. He is checking first of all if it is possible, before he broaches the subject to her,' said Angel nibbling Paul's neck.

'It's a relatively simple procedure, but I suppose it would be deemed impossible back then,' said Paul slipping his hand between her legs.

'Why Doctor, not another internal surely,' giggled Angel.

Steve looked up as Paul came back into the room; he was still carrying Toby as if afraid to let go of him. He was followed by his wife; who flew towards Steve and hugged him to her ample bosom. His face was pressed between her enormous breasts, until he thought he would suffocate. At last she let him go, but before he could take a much-needed breath he was being kissed all over his face.

'Thank You, Thank You. O lord Thank You,' she said happily. Steve had to smile in the face of so much happiness; it was like a tonic to him.

He reminded the family not to mention his involvement in case of future complications, and eventually was allowed to leave with much blessings and thanks being rained upon him. Outside the house, he quickly jumped back to the kidnappers house.

There had always been a chance that he might have escaped from the room, but thankfully he was still locked inside it as the hammering on the door revealed. Steve knelt down outside the door to the room, and slipped a calling card under it.

The hammering ceased instantly, and he heard a muffled curse as the kidnapper realised who he was dealing with. Before he dealt with the kidnapper, Steve investigated the other rooms. All the heavy doors were fitted with spyholes. He was shocked to find that they were all occupied by young people.

He unlocked the door to the room containing the oldest of the group, thinking that the young man would be better able to tell him what was going on. He was stunned to realise after questioning this approximately 20 yr old young man, that he had been imprisoned by the kidnapper who was called Joe, for many years. 

The young man 's name was Chuck, and he asked Steve what year it was. When Steve told him he burst into tears, and sat on his bed distraught. 

'My parents must think I'm dead' he sobbed. Steve left him there, and questioned the other four young people. 

They all had a similar tale to tell of being abducted years ago, and simply kept prisoner by Joe. Joe had fed and watered them, but had not told them what was going on in the world. In the early days he had abused them, but as the years went on he lost interest and just kept them imprisoned.

Steve was at a loss what to do here; he should of course just call the cops and let them handle Joe. However he knew about the Stockholm syndrome; and was concerned that the victims of this Joe might find it hard to press charges after so many years. Then again Joe could always plead insanity, and escape justice that way. No, to Dr. Snips way of thinking there was no choice; Joe had to go.

Obviously the name of Dr. Snip although recognised in America, wasn't as feared as he would have liked. He decided to do something about that. Steve had locked the kids into their rooms temporarily, whilst he dealt with Joe.

He stood outside the locked door of the room where he had imprisoned Joe, and knocked politely. He waited a few seconds, and then jumped into the room via the QT. He appeared on the far side of the room, looking towards the door. Joe was waiting to one side of the door with a table leg in his meaty hand, waiting to smash anyone who entered.

Dr. Snip drew his sword slowly; the hiss of steel against leather was reminiscent of a snake before it struck. Joe was a very big man and fast on his feet, he whirled round and threw himself across the room. The wooden table leg held high, ready to smash down onto Snips skull. 

Snip swung Excalibur in a vertical stroke, powered by all the disgust he had for such a man, who would take the youth of these kids for his own perverted pleasure. The razor sharp blade cut straight down onto Joe's head; first his skull then the bone and blubber of his burly body parting like butter until Excalibur exited his body between his legs. 

The two halves of Joe's body fell away from each other, and hit the floor with a meaty slap. To avoid the blood and guts, Snip jumped out of the room into the top half of the house where Joe had lived. He found paper and pen, and wrote a warning to all those who abducted and imprisoned children.

"Be Warned, what I did to this man I will do to anyone guilty of the same crime, I am watching all of you. Dr. Snip."

Steve walked back down the stairs, and using a knife he had found in Joe's room impaled the note to the door.

All that was left to do was call the Local Cops; he did so and gave them a summery of what had transpired, leaving out any mention of Toby. Paul Jackson had agreed to say that Toby had been found safe and well, without any mention of Dr. Snip's involvement. Steve knew that the media would be so excited over the finding of Joe's body, that they would ignore Toby's return.

As usual Steve waited until the Cops showed up, they arrived in six cars with lights flashing and sirens screaming. When showing himself to the police, Steve always wore an executioners mask to protect Dr. Snip's secret identity of Steven Steele. As the Cops exited their vehicles, they drew their side arms and covered Snip as he stood next to a tree. 

'Don't move Dr. Snip, put your hands on your head and step forward,' he was commanded. Steve laconically saluted his fellow law enforcement operatives, and stepped behind the tree. When the Cops surrounded the tree, Dr. Snip had vanished.

The National papers picked up the story, and again the name of Dr. Snip was associated with bloody slaughter. His note was plastered across the front pages of all the papers, and CNN did a special report on this British Vigilante.

Steve was back in his kitchen scanning through these stories, he hoped he had done enough to stem for a little while this sick crime. It lightened his soul to see footage of the kidnappers victims being Re-united with their families. 

He was amazed, that the media actually showed the mother of one of the children, publicly thanking Dr. Snip for rescuing her son. All the young people would need counselling but they were alive and had the majority of their lives left to live. 

'Ta Ra!' yelled Angel as she appeared in front of him, her beaming face telling him that her mission had been successful.

'What not shagging the lovely Doctor? Surely you haven't tired of her already? asked Angel mischievously. 

'Come here and be kissed woman,' he growled at her holding out his arms. With a squeal of joy, Angel jumped onto his lap and kissed him passionately.

'So you haven't be shagging then?' she persisted.

'No you nosy little fucker, I have been busy causing chaos in the USA,' he replied.

'However, now you are back,' Steve jumped them upstairs to the bedroom, and they spent the rest of the day catching up on things. After they had worn each other out, they lay quiescent. Steve asked if everything was arranged with the Doctor.

Upon being assured that the operation would take place as and when required, it left him with the problem of asking Alison if indeed she wanted to be fixed. Steve knew enough about women, to know that he knew nothing about women. 

He had no idea how she would react when he offered her the chance to become a mother. She might see his efforts as a fucking cheek, interfering in her life so intimately. 

She might see it as a criticism that he didn't want her the way she was, but needed her to be fertile for his own reasons. Women; were a minefield of emotions, and he was suddenly scared to proceed further.

'Help me Angel,' he asked humbly, 'I don't know how to broach the subject to Alison. It is such a intimate and personal matter, that she might resent my interfering.'

Unfortunately as Steve had mentioned to Alison, Angel was almost an Alien when it came to matters of sex and procreation. 

Every British woman was fertile, that was ensured before birth. Angel simply assumed that Alison would be overjoyed at the chance to have a baby if she wanted to.

'I think that if you offer this as giving her the choice of whether or not to get pregnant, she might consider it in a better light. At the moment she has no choice in the matter. Regardless of how many men fuck her she will not get pregnant. After the operation, she will be able to choose if she gets pregnant. She is an intelligent woman; she will see that this is a win win situation. Although it would be ironic if after all this effort, she ends up taking the contraceptive pill to avoid getting pregnant next time you fuck her,' said Angel.'Bear in mind Steve, that she may even decide to have a baby by some other man, how would you handle that?'

Angel's words, made Steve realise just what it was about Alison that increased her allure for him. No matter how much Angel loved him, she couldn't have his child. She was British Aristocracy, and simply wasn't allowed to have children with just anyone. Steve simply wasn't good enough, to be the father of her future children. 

Alison on the other hand was 20th Century human, and if made fertile could carry Steve's child. Perhaps he was being driven in this, by some sub-conscious primordial need to procreate.

'Fuck it, I will just offer her the option of becoming fertile and see what she says,' he told Angel.




Dr. Snip Ch. 06



Alison was in bed after a long day, there had been an outbreak of colds amongst the children, and she had been busy tending to their needs.

'Mind if I come in?' asked a well-loved voice. She looked towards her chair, and was pleased to see Steve sitting there watching her fondly.

'Come and join me,' she offered pulling back the covers.

'I would love to Alison, but I have some serious talking to do. I need you to be concentrating on what I am going to tell you,' he replied seriously. Oh my God, she thought, is he dumping me? She pulled the covers back up around her neck as if for protection, and asked him what he was talking about.

'Have you ever seen someone who had a problem that to them seemed unsolvable,' he asked by way of preamble. 

'For instance, you see a poor woman in the snow and offer her your warm coat. You honestly think you are doing a good thing, but she takes offence at your action and brands it as charity. 

You have hurt her pride and she refuses the coat, and battles on through the snow as she was before. The down side of this, is that if she liked you before you offended her then she doesn't like you afterwards,' he said nervously.

Alison had stopped cringing, as she realised that whatever he was talking about it certainly wasn't anything to do with dumping her.

'Steve' she interrupted, 'if you offered me a warm coat in the snow, I would say thank you very much and kiss you. Where is this coat then?' she asked.

'What coat? asked Steve puzzled.

'I don't know, the coat you have just been talking about' she replied equally puzzled. She watched as he just sat there, his mouth opening and then closing as if he were about to say something, and then deciding against it.

She got out of bed and sat on his lap. 

'Calm down darling,' she whispered ' just tell me what it is you came to tell me, and let me sort it out for you.'

'I love you Alison, and I want to give you a present. Angel's Doctor in the 26th Century; says he can fix you so you can have children if you want to. Please understand that I only did this because I love you, and not because I wouldn't if you couldn't have children,' he blurted out in a rush.

'But I can't have children, the best doctors have confirmed it,' she protested.

'Angel, help me,' he sent out a call on his implant for his partner. Without fuss, Angel appeared at the bottom of Alison's bed.

'Angel, please show Alison what 26th Century doctors can do,' he begged. Angel thought for a moment and reached into her utility belt. 

She brought out a sharp knife, and placing her hand flat on Alison's bedside table, slammed the sharp point of the knife into her hand. Alison jumped in horror at this, and would have rushed to stem the bleeding if indeed there had been any. Apart from a very light scratch Angel's hand was uninjured.

'Sub-dermal armour Alison; put there by Dr. Young.' She then showed Alison both her hands, blue flames seemed to appear from her fingers.

'What on earth is that? Alison asked amazed.

'Monofilament retractable nails,' replied Angel proudly. 

'The blue flame effect, is simply air molecules being destroyed as they collide with my nails. I can cut through anything with these. 

Also I have never ever been ill in my life, my body is genetically enhanced, and as perfect as 26th Century medicine can make it. Fixing your plumbing my dear Primitive, is child's play to my Doctor Young.'

Alison hugged Steve, ' So you would like me to be able to have children? Why Steve? Why do you want me to be fertile? she asked, looking him in his eyes.

'Because I want you to have my babies,' he whispered eyes downcast.

She hugged him tightly, ' There's my clever boy, that was the only answer I wanted to hear from you. I love you and I would love to have your babies, when do we do this then?'

Steve almost collapsed with relief, she had accepted his gift and seemed pleased with him. He jumped out of the chair, and spun her round wildly.

'God I love you, even though you drive me fucking mad,' he said laughing with relief.

'As to when how about right now, don't forget I can have you back here in seconds regardless how long it takes,' he said hugging her lovingly. Alison had to get dressed, so Angel jumped ahead to arrange things. Finally dressed in her best clothes, Alison announced that she was ready.

Steve held her securely in his arms, and jumped them to Angel's Century. Alison was amazed as Steve had been, when they materialised in a verdant forest. A deer was startled by their sudden appearance, and crashed off into the underbrush.

Birds were singing in the trees, and the sun was very bright due to the cleanliness of the air.

'Where on earth are we?' she asked, awestruck by the natural beauty of the place.

'London, England' he replied, as proud of it as if he had been born here.

'Was there a War?' she asked.

'No darling, this was done deliberately, the city is now underground. 

They returned the land to its original state, and reintroduced the wild life.'

'How do we get down to the city then?'

Steve walked her to a rose covered ring of stone, 

'This is a portal, its like a fixed QT device that only takes you to one destination. We walk through it, and we are in the city.'

Angel had already programmed the Portal, so Steve simply took Alison's hand and led her through it into the City of London. She was delighted at the beauty of the City. Although underground it was difficult if not impossible to believe, that they were hundreds of feet beneath the forest.

This London was made of glass and translucent plastics, it was light and airy and the colours were dazzling. 

'It's like I always dreamt fairy land would be,' she said entranced. Steve was beaming with pride, he loved to impress this woman and make her happy. 

He led her to Angel's apartment, where she was waiting with the inevitable cup of tea.

'Its beautiful Angel' she exclaimed, as she was handed her tea.

'Yes I suppose it is in a way,' agreed Angel, she had been brought up here so was a bit jaded by the city.

'I have arranged the procedure for tomorrow morning,' she said. 

'I thought you may want to show Alison around before the big event.'

'Thank you Angel darling, that was very thoughtful of you,' Steve said kissing her. Alison watched, as Angel glowed when Steve praised her. 

It was obvious to another woman, that despite Angel's sexual proclivities she was deeply in love with Steve. Well so am I, she thought to herself, we will just have to get along. She decided to take the bull by the horns and ask outright.

'Angel, I love Steve and if this thing works I intend to have his baby, will that be a problem for you?'

'Fuck No, I don't care how many babies you have Alison, the more the merrier as far as I am concerned. Just don't expect me to babysit too often' she replied smiling at Alison.

'Forgive me if this is a cultural taboo subject, but don't you want to have his children?' Alison persisted.

Angel thought for a few seconds, before replying.

'Can't be done I'm afraid, I am British, and I am of the Aristocracy. We have a duty to the Bloodline, and although I love Steve madly, I owe everything I am to Britain. If I ever have a child, it will be with an approved mate.'

Alison was deeply shocked to hear this, Steve was right, Angel was almost an Alien when you scratched beneath the surface humanity. Angel could deduce what Alison was thinking, so tried to explain her words.

'Alison, I am the result of generations of genetically enhanced Britons. Britain made my body, and improved it to the limits of physical perfection. I can run faster than your fastest athlete, jump higher, swim farther. I am never ill, I can't be ill; my body fights all infections and wins every time. With luck I should live for three hundred years, and that is without replacement parts. So you see that I can't disrupt this programme, just because I fall in love with a primitive man.'

Alison had got more of an answer than she had bargained for. She felt like a cavewoman, compared to Angel. She was pretty fit herself, but she felt like a Geriatric after listening to Angel's specification. Why the fuck did Steve want her, when he had Angel?

'Hey,' said Steve sensing her unease, 'we Cave-people have to stick together.' He gave her a big hug, and decided to take her mind off this by taking her on a sight seeing trip. He whispered to Angel, and they all walked towards the nearest portal. 

They spent quite a few hours sightseeing; Big Ben was still standing, although it was now coated with a protective polymer. It was the one of the structures that the British had voted as symbolising London, so it had been dismantled and rebuilt underground. Angel would have introduced Alison to the King, but he was away touring the colonies. 

By the time they returned to Angel's apartment, Alison was in need of a shower and a rest. Not to mention a cup of tea. Steve couldn't wait to show Alison, Angel's shower room. It was themed as a waterfall pouring into a pool, and was extremely realistic.

Alison wasn't at all shy about undressing in front of Steve, but she found herself blushing when Angel joined them in the shower room. To her surprise, Angel just jumped straight in wearing her cat suit. Steve delighted in telling her that Angel's clothes washed off, and Alison found herself watching with interest as Angel rubbed herself naked in the water.

Seeing Angel stark naked brought back all Alison's insecurities, she felt short and flabby against Angels tall tanned firm body. Alison's large breasts tended to sag slightly, whereas Angels stuck out proudly without benefit of a bra or plastic surgery. 

Angel's body was hairless except for her head, whilst Alison seemed to have a bush growing between her legs. She quickly jumped into the pool to hide her body from his eyes. Steve was in heaven, he had both his women together and they seemed to like each other. 

He was wondering about the sleeping arrangements, he knew that Angel would be only too happy to share a bed with him and Alison. He wasn't sure if Alison was confident enough, to share a bed with Angel. Angel was trying to relax Alison, and was soaping her back. 

Alison couldn't help but feel Angel's nipples, brushing across her naked skin as if by accident. Alison had never been with a woman in her life, and didn't know how to react to this. She decided to take things as they came, and see what happened. 

She gasped quietly, when Angel's hands slipped around her waist and soaped her breasts. 

'You have very nice breasts Ali,' complimented Angel as she rubbed soap all over them. 

'Nice and firm, will you breast feed do you think?'

Alison decided to brazen it out, 

'Yes I think I will, I believe breast feeding helps a baby develop better than being bottle fed.'

'Nice big nipples,' said Angel rubbing Alison's nipples between her fingers, 'I bet they will squirt out the milk very well.'

Despite herself; Alison was getting turned on by Angel's attention. She was slightly disappointed when Angel stopped soaping her, and turned round so Alison could soap her back. The feel of Angel's firmly muscled back, brought home the fact that as far as bodies were concerned, Alison just couldn't compete with Angel. 

Her breasts were firm, her bottom was firm, and Alison could detect not the slightest trace of cellulite. When Alison began to soap Angel's breasts, she realised that her nipples were as hard as Angels were. She looked over to where Steve was playing in the waterfall; he was having fun and ignoring them for a while. 

'Don't forget to soap me everywhere' whispered Angel seductively. Alison slid her soapy hand between Angel's legs; she was completely bald down there. She wasn't shaven; there just wasn't any hair there at all. Alison's fingers slid between Angels labia, and she felt her leaning forward until Alison's nipples were rubbing against Angel's. 

Angel groaned softly as Alison's soapy fingers slipped up inside her. Alison had never fingered a woman's vagina. She had sometimes checked her own vagina in a medical way, but the feeling of Angels vaginal walls gripping her fingers, was making her own vagina wet with illicit desire.

Angel suddenly grabbed her, and holding her firmly kissed her deeply on the mouth. Alison was helpless, against the unconscious strength of this Amazon. She couldn't possibly fight, so she surrendered to her tongue and allowed it access to her mouth. 

It was Angel's turn to slip her fingers through Alison's hairy pubes, and deep into her body. Angel had made love to many women, and knew just what to do to bring Alison near to orgasm. Alison found herself being lifted up, so her legs were wrapped around Angel's waist. 

She felt a slippery finger slip up inside her anus; she had never felt anything like this in her life. She was helpless in Angel's strong arms, and decided to go with the flow. Another finger slid into her vagina, and Alison orgasmed onto Angel's fingers as she was being kissed.

Angel held her easily as she convulsed in passion, Alison bit into Angel's neck as the waves of her orgasm washed through her. Had it not been for Angel's sub-dermal armour; she would have drawn blood, such was her passion. Alison had never been held so easily, Angel was phenomenally strong and Alison found herself holding tightly to her like a child.

'Are you Ok Ali?' Angel asked quietly, rocking Alison in her arms.

'Oh my God, Yes, Angel I am very much Ok, I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I am not a lesbian you know,' whispered Alison into Angel's ear.

'Neither am I dear, I like men far too much to deny myself the pleasure they can give me.'

Steve chose this moment to join them, 

'How are my beautiful girls?' he asked smiling at them both. Angel passed Alison into his arms, and dived underwater to give them some privacy.

'Take me to bed right now and fuck me rigid,' Alison whispered.

Steve needed no further prompting and leaving Angel to her shower; he carried Alison into the bedroom. He had no sooner laid her on the bed, than she was guiding him into her. He noticed that she was extremely juicy as he entered her.

'Fuck me hard Steve, as hard and fast as you can,' she begged.

Alison was normally reticent in bed as regards erotic talk, and her pleas really turned him on. Angel smiled to herself, as she heard Alison's screams of passion echoing through her apartment. There's my boy Steve, she thought to herself, fuck her hard and give her one from me.

After Steve had brought her to orgasm twice more, Alison fell asleep in his arms. When she awoke, she was sandwiched between Steve and Angel. Steve was still fast asleep; Alison noticed how hot Angel's body felt as she slept. 

As a doctor, Alison realised that Angel's metabolism must run at a far higher rate, than a normal humans. There were no bedcovers; the temperature of the room negated the need. Angel's body was displayed to Alison's eyes; she was lying on her back with her legs slightly apart.

Alison smiled a wicked smile to herself; make me come would you? she thought to herself, as she crept between Angel's legs. She gently eased Angel's legs further apart, until she had a clear view of her naked pubes.

Spreading Angel's inner lips apart, she gently thrust her tongue into her vagina. Angel tasted lovely, and soon Alison was licking and sucking on her labia with enjoyment.

Even in her sleep Angel was a wanton, she opened her legs wider to allow Alison deeper access to her sex. Alison began to finger Angel with one hand, whilst rubbing Angel's clitoris with the other. 

Soon Alison's fingers were soaked in juices, as Angel approached orgasm. Alison withdrew her finger from Angel's vagina and thrust it deep into her anus. The sensation of being penetrated; pushed Angel into her orgasm.

If Alison had expected Angel to come quietly she was to be surprised.

'Fuck Me Ahhhhhhhhh' screamed Angel, as she almost exploded upwards from the bed. Her body arched in passion, as she squirted her juices all over Alison's face and body. 

'Oh Fuck Me, You Sexy Fucking Cunt You,' she screamed as the second wave of pleasure slammed through her body. Steve jack-knifed from the bed in alarm; he looked around for the attacker remembering the incident with the Storm Trooper.

When he got his act together, he noticed Angel convulsing on the bed naked, with Alison's head between her legs. Alison appeared to be biting Angel's vaginal lips, causing her orgasm to continue until Steve could clearly hear Angel begging Alison to stop.

'Can't take any more eh? Ok Angel I'll stop for a minute to let you get your breath back. But I might just need to fuck you again later,' said Alison victoriously.

'You fucking Bitch,' gasped Angel as her body relaxed from the orgasmic storm that had hammered through it.

'Yes Angel darling I am a Bitch, we make a good pair don't we?' she asked smiling at her tall lover.

Steve was surprised and pleased, to see Alison and Angel kissing each other. He climbed back into bed, and was immediately attacked by both of them. Alison sat on his face, whilst Angel tried to swallow him whole. Eventually he had to resort to his ultimate weapon against Angel. Alison giggled as he tickled Angel into submission.

Alison wasn't giggling the next day; she was shaking with nerves as she followed Angel through the B.T.O. building to meet Dr. Paul Young. She was amazed at how young he was to be Chief Bio technician. Angel whispered in Alison's ear, that the Doctor was over seventy years old. 

'He still fucks like a rabbit though,' she confessed.

Alison assumed that she would understand the procedure he was going to use to fix her plumbing. She was embarrassed to discover that she couldn't follow a word of his explanation. 

She felt like a new student back at medical school, trying to listen to two surgeons discussing a complicated operation. Dr. Young was using words like Nano-bot, Stem Cell replacement, Genetic Adjustment and other terms she couldn't even begin to understand. In the end it all boiled down to whether she trusted Angel's Doctor.

She decided she did, and she was taken into the Operation Room. She was given a glass of water and asked to drink it. She did so, and sat on the bed waiting for the Operation to begin. Dr. Young was studying a strange hologramatic depiction, of a woman's internal organs. 

He was humming to himself, as he made small adjustments to various devices. Alison was getting worried in case he had decided not to proceed with the operation, when he looked up and told her it was all over.

'What's all over?' she asked, ' was that my pre-med?'

'No Alison that was your Operation, everything is working perfectly now. It is my duty as a British Doctor, to encourage you to become pregnant as soon as possible.'

'But you didn't do anything' she protested.

'What did you expect me to do?' he asked puzzled. 

' I gave you the programmed Nano-bots, you drank them, they fixed you. What else did you want me to do?'

'Well I expected you to open me up, and twiddle about inside me or something' she said.

'Ah yes, cutting you open, primitive thinking I'm afraid. Would you like me to shake a chicken's foot over you or something? How about some leeches?'

Alison shut her mouth firmly. 

She realised she was so far out of her depth, that she could sink in her own ignorance.

'I'm sorry Doctor, allow me to thank you for fixing me, if there is anything I can do for you please don't hesitate to ask,' she said politely.

'It's Ok Alison, Angel has already had sex with me, so I am fine thank you for offering,' he said with a smile. Alison blushed scarlet, as she realised he thought she was offering him sex.

'Angel help me' she cried, as Angel entered the room Alison threw herself into her strong arms for protection.




Dr. Snip Ch. 06



'How do you feel darling?' asked Angel.

'I don't know, I can't believe I'm fixed, its all too weird here. Please take me home Angel' she begged.

'You sure you don't want Paul to do something about your nose while you're here,' Angel asked quietly.

'NO, what the fucks the matter with my nose?' exclaimed Alison looking around for a mirror.

'Nothing dear,' said Angel grinning wickedly.

Eventually they were all sitting round Steve's kitchen table again. Alison booked herself into her own doctors, for a complete physical. She had to know if she was fixed, and her own Doctor could confirm whether or not she was fully functional again.

Steve's money sped the process enormously, and soon Alison was crying tears of joys as her results proved she was a fully functioning woman. Steve and Angel held her between them as she cried.

'Take me back to my children please,' she asked. ' I need to be with them for a while to absorb this.'

Steve understood and jumped her back to the orphanage, ten seconds after she had left it a barren woman. She was now fertile, and needed to get her head around the massive change in her life.

'I'll be back,' he said smiling at her, and vanished.

Steve was over the moon; he had done something positive for a change. Perhaps there was something in the Voodoo Gods after all. Perhaps Mawu Lisa the Voodoo Goddess of Creation, was helping him.

Thinking of this reminded him, that if anything he was the Voodoo God of War and destruction. It was time he spread some destruction, amongst the purveyors of Child porn on the Internet.

There was a surfeit of Sex on the World Wide Web; it was human nature to be interested in sex and sexual activity. Steve as an ex soldier had often watched porn films and enjoyed them. In the main, the Internet was as well policed by the servers; as something so gigantic could be. 

Most Sex sites only used people over the age of eighteen. As adults they were allowed to do anything sexual they liked, even bestiality was condoned, as long as the human component was an adult. Dr. Snip had no problem at all with any of these sites.

However there was the under strata of the Web, where illegal sites could be found by those who looked hard enough. These were his next target, and although the self appointed policemen of the Internet couldn't find these sites, Dr. Snip could.

He had an ally, in the being known to him as Merlin. Merlin was the World Brain of the 26th Century. He was an AI an Artificial Intelligence that had evolved in the electron dance that was the Web.

If Steve considered Angel an Alien, then Merlin was something else. It had no emotions; it had no glands to produce the chemicals that caused emotions. It had no friends; it was unique in and of itself. 

It was the most powerful being on the planet; humans had abrogated their responsibility to it, and trusted it completely. It could be schizophrenic, and had tried to kill Steve a while back. But as they say, apart from all that, it was now Steve's best Male? Friend and partner.

Steve was teaching it to interact with Humans, and in return it would help him in the dimension of Cyber Space. Whilst in Angel's apartment, Steve had received a strange gift through what passed for the postal service. Even in the 26th Century, not everything was electronic. 

Food still had to be grown and distributed, items bought and sold and delivered. Merlin had caused to be manufactured and delivered to Steve, a black executioner's hood. This was not the hood he wore to protect his identity. 

This was a neural transmitter/ receiver; it could pick up brainwaves and receive signals on that same frequency. It was the 26th century version of a computer keyboard, wearing this Steve could interact with the Web. 

It was a complete immersion device, and Merlin explained that although Steve's body would be lying in bed, his mind would be roaming the World Wide Web. He would be his own Sprite or Avatar, whichever term he was familiar with. 

The first time he'd tried it he had been scared shitless, once the hood activated he had appeared in a very strange place. Beside him was the familiar figure of Merlin; they were standing in a open air market place. Traders were shouting out the merits of their wares, and prospective customers were browsing amongst the goods on offer.

He was astounded by the appearance of the customers. Every sort of avatar was on show; Merlin explained that every user of the Web was portrayed by a representation of how they saw themselves. Customised figures could be seen, sprinkled amongst the majority of grey basic humanoid shapes that indicated the presence of ordinary users.

Steve smiled when he realised that almost every female user that had customised her Sprite, had picked a large breasted beautiful body to represent herself on the web. The same applied to the male browsers; they were all tall dark and handsome. He was further amazed to see non human avatars, in the shape of animals and even inanimate objects.

'Where are we?' he asked his AI friend.

'This is one of the largest on-line auction sites on the Web,' replied Merlin. 

'In order to function, your mind translates the electronic signals into recognisable images. None of this is Matter, it is electronic; you yourself look like an executioner but no one here will worry about it. 

An avatar can look like anything at all, it is only a marker to indicate which programme a user is browsing at any moment.' To Steve's amusement, Merlin raised his staff and said a magic word. Instantly they were elsewhere on the Web.

They were now in an enormous car lot, as far as the eye could see there were cars for sale. 

'Think of a type of Car Steve,' said Merlin. Steve thought of his favourite make of car, and he was instantly surrounded by them. They were in all colours and condition, and each had a price on its windscreen.

'I assume we are now in the biggest Car sales site on the Web,' he deduced.

Merlin raised his staff again and Steve was back in his body, lying on his bed.

'Wow that was fun,' he said sitting up. He went down to his kitchen for a cup of tea, and sipped it as he went over the things he had seen.

'Can I be hurt in there?' he asked Merlin.

'Your human body cannot be hurt, but your avatar can be attacked and destroyed by various means. The most common one being a virus, they are tailored to do different things. They can simply dump you out of the Web, attach themselves to your avatar and spy on your movements or de-res you.'

Merlin had to explain that de-res, was short for the de-resolution of the avatars form. In effect it would be disintegrated, to a normal human using a keyboard this would be annoying but not painful. To Steve and anyone using a full immersion rig, it would give them a splitting headache.

'Avoid viruses then,' said Steve.

'Be very careful,' warned Merlin ' in order to do their job viruses are often disguised as innocent things or people. An apparently innocent little girl, can jump onto you and melt into your avatar, causing all kinds of trouble to you.'

'Do I have any protection against these things?'

'I will give you anti-viral protection, in the shape of your coat. It will protect you against most common viruses. Your sword will be a piece of Black ice, that will kill most things in the virtual world of the Web,' said Merlin.

'We have seen the representations of two large sites, I assume you can guess how a porn site will manifest?'

Steve had a good idea, and after a refreshing cuppa he went back upstairs to begin his real invasion of the dark side of the Web. This time he appeared in a corridor, it appeared to stretch out to infinity. On the wall was a list of Site categories with a button against each one. Steve was amazed at the selection offered.

For example there wasn't just a sign that said "Tits"

There were so many variations of Tit. From Enormous to tiny; from natural to silicone; from "Barely legal" to Grandmas. Not to mention the various ethic origins, of the models offered.

If he had been a Tit man, he would be happy to stay in this one area for the rest of his life. There must be millions of breasts to look at here, he thought to himself. Just out of curiosity, he pressed the button next to Enormous, Silicone, Mature, Ebony.

A picture appeared on the wall of the corridor, it was of a Middle aged African woman with breasts the size of beach balls. Steve smiled to himself as he thought of this woman trying to do everyday things like cooking, with these gigantic breasts obscuring her view.

He then pressed movies, mature, straight, inter-racial. A door in the corridor opened and he walked into a room. A white woman in her forties; was sitting on a sofa talking to a young black boy. Both the figures ignored Steve as he watched the show. 

The woman was seducing the young man, and soon stripped naked for him. After a bout of oral sex, she knelt on the bed and he took her from behind. The entire scene lasted about 30 seconds, and then repeated itself. This was obviously short clip, advertising a full-length blue movie.

Steve was impressed at how real it had seemed to him, the woman and boy were in 3D and full colour. As an experiment he touched the woman on her shoulder, she seemed real to him. She was solid to his perception, but even when he pushed her she didn't budge from her programmed actions.

Suddenly he was glad that this was just a digital film clip. He had a vision of Hell, where everyone found guilty by God of lewd behaviour, was trapped in such a short film clip. The punishment would be knowing that you were trapped, and having to do the same lewd actions over and over again for eternity.

Still that wasn't what he was here for, next to the menu of the site was a search panel. It offered to find anything he wanted if he would type it onto the screen. Steve typed " very young girls". He was shown a selection of very young looking girls, he noticed that most of the really young looking ones were Japanese. It became obvious that these were not the age they tried to pretend they were. He was pleased to see a notice appear on the menu, informing him that all the models shown were over eighteen.

This was obviously a legal porn site, and he had no quarrel with it. Merlin was a 26th Century AI, and to his perception the primitive way that the illegal porn sites tried to hide themselves amidst codes and passwords were pathetic. He had given Steve a list of sites that he could investigate, and Steve commenced by typing in a series of numbers that acted as a site address originating in Nigeria.

Upon receipt of this code, a trapdoor opened up in the floor of the corridor. Steve drew his sword and climbed down the steps revealed, into the lower levels of the Web. He was immediately confronted by a Security programme. It was represented as a large black figure, holding a shock baton. 

Steve recognised this as a mini dumper; if he was touched by this implement, his avatar would be kicked out of the web.

'Password?' asked the figure readying its baton. Dr. Snip answered by slashing his sword completely through the black figure. It seemed to pixilate before disintegrating into individual bytes, they fell to the floor and were absorbed by the web for reuse.

The corridor was now clear and he walked along it slowly. Again there were seemingly endless doors leading off this corridor. At random he opened one and looked in. He could tell at once that this was an illegal site. Lewd things were being done to girls that he was sure shouldn't have been involved in such acts.

They were being pestered by a naked adult, and although Snip realised this was just a digital reality, he couldn't stand by and watch without doing something. More out of disgust than anything, he slashed his sword through the body of the abuser. To his surprise the entire room pixilated and crashed. 

He found himself back outside in the corridor. Out in the real world a dirty old man was avidly watching an illegal film when to his anger; it disappeared from his computer screen. Although this result gave him a small amount of pleasure, Snip realised he could spend the rest of his life in this one corridor destroying individual films. He needed to find the Main Server for this entire Website, and destroy its software.

He needed a map of this place, and asked Merlin if he could help. A map appeared in his mind generated from his implant. It was obvious now where the Server was. There were many corridors, each catering to a specific vice. They all radiated out from a common central point. That's where the Server was located.

'These corridors are endless old friend' he complained 'it will take me forever to get to the end of them.'

'Just think where you want to go and you will be there, advised Merlin, 'This place doesn't exist in the world of matter. There is no Time or Space here, only your perception matters.

Steve closed his eyes and visualised a door with "Server" painted on it. When he opened his eyes again he was standing in front of it. This was a very solid door, nothing like the doors to the rooms. This appeared to be made of solid steel, and had a combination lock inset.

Snip swung his sword at the door, but to his surprise it seemed to have no effect. This was a very different type of program from the norm. Big money had been spent, to ensure that hackers couldn't sneak into this Server. 

It wasn't his swords fault that it couldn't destroy the door; its black ice blade had in fact destroyed it. The security system simply replaced it instantly with another. The only way through was to use the combination lock, and open the door. Steve looked through his bag of tricks that Merlin had given him. There was a photo of an old fashioned safe cracker. The man was wearing a striped jumper, and carried a bag with the word "Swag" on it. 

Steve dropped the photo onto the floor in front of the door. It metamorphosed into an apparently real safe cracker; he looked at the door thoughtfully before delving into his swag bag. He brought out a stethoscope, and some sandpaper. 

Steve watched with interest as the man rubbed his fingertips with the sand paper, to make them more sensitive. He then placed the stethoscope against the steel door. His fingers seemed to blur, as he turned the dial back and forth listening for the telltale clicks that told of tumblers releasing. After only a minute the door was unlocked. The man stood up and saluted Steve, before metamorphosing back into the photograph.

The steel door was now unlocked and Steve pushed it open. He decided to put on a pair of spectacles from his bag; these he was assured by Merlin would allow him to see the real from the false. The steel door was definitely real, he stooped to enter and found himself in a small antechamber. 

There was a beautiful secretary waiting for him behind her desk. She was naked, and had lovely legs that went all the way up. 

'Welcome Member, how can I help you?' she asked in dulcet tones. Snip observed her though his glasses. Behind the seductive front was a nightmare of black ice, a thing of blades and suckers.

She was obviously waiting for a spoken password to confirm his identity. Snip looked into his bag and brought out a bunch of flowers. With a warm smile he handed them to the woman. The moment she touched them she froze. The flowers were a form of virus that encased the black ice guard in a separate reality. She would now wait for his password forever.

Behind the woman was a door, which Steve went through carefully. He was in another corridor and was going to walk along it, when his glasses detected another guard. This one was invisible to his naked eyes, and he would have walked straight into it if he hadn't been wearing his glasses. It consisted of a set of black ice cutting discs, swinging back and forth across the passageway.

They were completely silent, but the blades were turning so fast they were a blur. There seemed to be no way to pass these deadly blades. Steve hated to keep asking Merlin for help, this was his Crusade and he wanted to do it by himself if at all possible. Something Merlin had said returned to his mind. 

This place wasn't real, it wasn't matter, it was all perception. Steve decided to try an experiment, he stood facing the spinning swinging blades, and visualised himself looking at them from the other side. He noticed a door appear on the other side of the blades, it was the door to the antechamber where he had left the woman guard paralysed. He was now on the other side of the blades, looking back at where he had been. Turning round, he carried on walking up the corridor.

The final door was in front of him, he didn't know how he knew this but he did. Behind this door was the heart of this Website, he couldn't destroy its hardware, but he sure as hell could fuck up its software. A Samurai Swordsman appeared in front of him, its black blade in the guard position.

At last an opponent more to his liking, Snip readied his blade and the Samurai attacked. When the two black ice blades met, tiny bytes were showered around the fighters. Their destruction caused them to appear as sparks in the air. Snip scored a hit first, causing the arm of the warrior to flicker as his blade sliced a shallow cut along it. The arm wavered, before reforming as before. 

Snip then hesitated a fraction to long in an attack, and was nicked by the Katanga. A bright blue mark blazed across his chest, where the black blade had struck. His 26th Century coat had taken most of the force, and he shrugged off the uneasy feeling of dissolution. 

The samurai lifted his sword high in the classic vertical stroke attack. Snip gambled everything on a straightforward lunge; that slammed his Black ice blade, deep into the warrior's body. The samurai froze as its form changed from a solid seeming Japanese, to a blue cage simulacrum, to a cloud of dissipating bytes.

Snip breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his opponent vanish. He was surprised to note that he didn't feel at all tired, he was mentally tired but his avatar seemed tireless.

'Why do you persecute me?' asked a voice from behind the final door.

'Because you disgust me.' Was Dr. Snip's short reply. He opened the final door and stepped inside, quickly moving sideways to get the wall at his back. From this position he could see the entire room, it seemed to be the size of an aircraft hanger. 

Every wall was covered in monitors, each showing a different illegal sex movie. There must have been thousands of these, running simultaneously. The Main Server appeared to his eyes to be an old thin man; he had small mean rodent eyes, and a slack mouth that seemed to be constantly wet with drool. 

'If you kill me others will replace me,' the old man said desperately.

'Tell me about it,' replied Snip ' but I do so enjoy destroying things like you.'

With that said, Dr. Snip powered his sword diagonally through the old perverts scrawny body, from neck to waist. 

The black ice blade began to erase the hard drives that contained the master copies of all the films and images on the gigantic web site. 

There were backup sites around the world that would step in when this one needed down time, but the 26th Century virus spread out along the connections like a virulent plague. 

As Snip watched all the monitors in the hanger sized room went black, the illegal data was completely destroyed beyond any hope of retrieval. As a final touch the virus sent an e-mail to all registered users of the site, it was a simple message with an attachment. 

The text said "With the Compliments of Dr. Snip."

The attachment; was a picture of a pair of secatures. The picture stayed on the screen for ten seconds, before the secondary virus embedded in it, wiped the hard drive of the receiving computer.




Dr. Snip Ch. 07



Upon receiving the text from Alison asking for his help, Steve had jumped to the Orphanage in Thailand. Steve materialised behind the orphanage in a little used area. Alison knew his secret as apparently did a lot of the children, but he didn't want to make it too obvious to adults. Stories by children could be dismissed as fantasies, but if too many of Alison's staff began to talk about him, then it might bring danger to the Orphanage. He strode into the building looking for Alison, and found her in the main assembly hall counting her children. They were standing in neat lines, and she was calling off their names from a register.

So as not to disturb her, he took a seat at the side of the hall and just observed. Eventually she finished the Roll call, and dismissed the children back to their classes. She motioned Steve to follow her into her private rooms. When he had closed the door, she dropped the papers and her pretence of calm, and flew into his arms sobbing. When she had calmed down enough to talk, she told him that a small group of the children were missing. As part of teaching them about life, the orphanage sent groups of children on walks. Some were in the nearby country, and some were in the town. It was to give them a broader viewpoint; she didn't want them to become institutionalised. 

It was during one of these trips, that a group of ten children and their teacher disappeared. 'Don't worry darling, this is almost routine for me, I will have them back with you soon,' he promised hugging her tightly. He took the details of the last time the children were seen, and after a lingering kiss vanished in front of her eyes. A few hours after her lover disappeared, she heard the sound of excited children. She ran out to see what was going on, and found herself surrounded by confused children. They were the missing ten with their teacher. They were gabbling to her about being in a museum where a scary robot had pushed them out the back door and locked them out. It had taken them all this time to walk back to the Orphanage. 

As usual Steve jumped back to the last time the children were seen. Using his new- found technique of phase shifting which made him nearly invisible, he followed behind the small group as it wandered around the town. The teacher led the kids into a large museum. Steve had to wait until another group of children exiting the museum cleared the steps, before he could follow. Although he was nearly invisible, trying to walk up steps against the flow of excited kids was not recommended. By the time Steve entered the museum, he just caught a glimpse of the group walking through a door into a room dedicated to Science. He walked to the door and peeked inside, the room was empty. He quietly walked into the room and looked about carefully. It was a small museum, and didn't have the funding to exhibit much in the way of modern scientific marvels. 

Steve was therefore puzzled; by the exhibit standing in the corner of the room. It looked like a robot but something about it was familiar. He stood perfectly still, becoming virtually invisible as he studied the strange exhibit. Suddenly it moved; bringing its hand up to the blank visor that served it as a face. Steve's heart almost stopped in fear, as his mind registered the chilling fact that he was in the presence of a British Storm Trooper. If Steve had been standing still before, he now froze solid, not moving not even breathing. What the fuck is going on here, he thought these things are of the 26th Century they shouldn't be here.

The Storm Trooper checked its device again, and seemed as puzzled as a blank visor can be. 'Target has not arrived at given co-ordinates,' the machine-man said apparently to itself. 'The trap should have worked, he was recorded as following the children to the museum at that precise time and co-ordinate,' replied a disembodied voice. 'Stand down and RTB.' Steve stood very still as the Storm Trooper activated a device on its wrist and vanished.

It had been a trap for him, the children were just bait. Steve sat down on a nearby chair; his legs had gone weak with fear at the sight of the Storm Trooper. One of those things had handed Angel her arse on a plate, with little or no effort on its part. He realised that had he not been Phase shifted the Trooper's detection systems would have located him, and he would have stood no chance of fighting it. They had known he would be here at this time and place, but couldn't detect him while he was out of sync with this timeline. He switched off the phase shifting aspect, of his modified QT device. 

After careful thought, he jumped back to the orphanage. He was just in time to see the missing children being shepherded into the building by a happy Alison. The children had been returned unharmed, when the plan to trap him had gone pear shaped. He decided to keep clear of Alison, until he figured out what the fuck was going on. He was about to jump back to his house, when he realised that it would probably be monitored. He needed to speak to his old friend Merlin, but somewhere where they wouldn't think of looking. Whatever he did from now on, he must not leave a trail that the future enemy could follow.

Taking a chance he jumped back to the Jurassic, he appeared on Angel's sunning ledge high above a blue lake. He instantly triggered his phase shifting device and effectively vanished from the radar, or whatever the 26th Century version of it was called. He hoped that if anyone were tracking him, it would appear that he had jumped away again. The only way to test this theory; was to sit here and wait a while. If he had been tracked, someone would be here soon. After ten minutes he decided that he was safe, and turned off the device. He sat on the ledge, dangling his feet over the fifty foot drop to the water below. He had to ask Merlin's advice, but knew that as soon as he contacted the AI his enemy would be able to locate him. He would just have to be quick and to the point.

'Old Friend, this is your Friend, who is trying to trap me and why?' Steve knew the World Brain would know who was calling it as he was the only friend it had. He jumped to the top of the Sphinx at Giza in the 20th Century. Steve instantly activated the phase shifter, and vanished from sight. 'I received your message old friend,' replied Merlin via his implant. 'I have modified this signal, to be out of phase by the same degree as you are. No one else can hear us now. You have a big problem, you are being hunted by a rogue Storm Trooper, we know it is rogue because all of the British Storm Troopers are accounted for.'

'I thought that there were only Ten Storm Troopers at any one time?' 'Yes Steve, but they are not immortal; they can still die and often do. They are sent into great danger on a regular basis, and although they had almost superhuman abilities they sometimes run out of luck. The most common cause of death of a Storm Trooper is a bomb. No matter how well trained they are, an unexpected bomb can kill them. It is believed that one was very badly injured but not killed. It has been repaired and reprogrammed to suit an enemy of Britain.'

'Reprogrammed? I thought these were humans that had been enhanced similar to Angel.' 'Nothing like Angel Steve, the only human flesh on a Storm Trooper is their brains. The rest is bio-mechanical synthetic material that is almost indestructible. Even their brains are modified by pychotropic drugs and intense conditioning. They become humaniod robots for the State and will follow orders given to them by a recognised authority. It is believed that one had been repaired and convinced that it is still working for Britain, but has in fact been turned and is now working for an enemy.'

'Is it after my QT Device again?' 'I cannot conceive of any other reason you would be targeted,'replied Merlin. 'Why can't we all get along? I have nothing against anyone except child abusers. Still if they want a fight I will certainly do my best to accommodate them. Is there any way I can jump while still phase shifted?' asked Steve changing the subject.

'I must admit I didn't think so, until I managed to contact you as we are now,' replied Merlin. Yes, you can stay out of phase and jump, but the more you use it the greater the risk of not being able to synchronise with your own timeline perfectly.' 'What's the worst-case scenario?' asked Steve warily. 'You would effectively become a Ghost,' warned Merlin.

'How can I possibly fight a British Storm Trooper?' Steve asked despairingly. 'Thanks to your constant curiosity and inventiveness, you may have solved that problem yourself,' replied Merlin. Do you remember why the Storm Trooper who stole your QT grabbed it and ran when Angel attacked?' Steve said he had assumed it had achieved its mission and just left. 'Partly that, but it was also wary of Angel's Mono-filament weapons. They could do great damage to anything, including a Storm Trooper,' said Merlin. 'I'll be sure to tell her that next time we meet,' said Steve. 'It will do her confidence a world of good, to know that even a Storm Trooper treated her with respect.

'As a side effect of your phase shifting discovery,' continued Merlin. 'I have calculated that the event horizon that surrounds your body when you phase shift, has similar properties to surface tension on a sub molecular level. It is evenly spread over the entire surface of your body, and it keeps anything from this timeline from destroying you. There is one part of you however, that has such a razor edge that the event horizon at that location is forced back on itself sharply. Consequently all the destructive power of the phase field that is spread over your body is concentrated there. I am referring of course to the cutting edges of Excalibur. This effect is on the sub-molecular level, and can also be seen as a coruscating line in this universe, as the air molecules are destroyed as they collide with it.'

Steve was listening to the AI, without following more than half the words. Merlin decided that a demonstration was worth a hundred words. 'Draw Excalibur Steve' Steve reached behind him and unsheathed the deadly blade. 'Fuck me backwards Merlin, what's happened to my sword?' All along Excalibur's invisible razor edge, ran a coruscating line of red fire. Steve had seen this effect before; first on Angel's retractable nails, and then on the Mono-filament sword that Agent Red had tried to kill him with on Mars. The colour changed depending on what molecules were being destroyed. However the devastating effects of impact with that sparkling line remained unchanged.

'Remember the story of King Arthur Steve?' asked Merlin 'stick your sword into that stone block.' The top of the pyramid was without its electrum casing in this time slot, and the raw blocks of stone were exposed. Steve stood up and touching Excalibur's point to the nearest stone block, gently pushed downwards. With a frightening hiss like an angry snake, the blade sank into the stone as if it were flesh. 'Wow that is truly scary, what if I miss the scabbard when I sheath it?' said Steve worriedly. 'Run your finger along the blade's edge Steve,' said Merlin. 'Are you out of your fucking mind!' screamed Steve 'that's a fucking monofilament or as good as, it will cut my fingers off.' Trust me Steve, run your fingers along the blade gently.

There were three things that scared Steve, losing the woman he loved, a Storm Trooper, and a Monofilament blade. If really pushed; he would also admit to being scared of spiders. Nevertheless he did trust his old friend Merlin. Merlin had saved his life countless times, and Steve had to put aside his fear. Pulling the sword out of the stone, he gingerly touched the red line. To his enormous relief nothing happened. The razor sharp edge, even with its terrifying enhancement couldn't hurt his finger. He pressed harder and still was unharmed.

Steve let his breath out in a giant whoosh, he hadn't realised he had been holding it so long. 'OK clever fucking clogs, how did you know it wouldn't hurt me,' he asked. 'The effect only happens when you are phase shifted; therefore your body is covered in the same event horizon that runs along the edge of your sword. You are the only object it cannot destroy. When you are not phase shifted neither is the sword, so in fact it is more dangerous to you in normal mode than it is in monofilament mode.

'So the bottom line is that the Storm trooper will be vulnerable when I am Phase shifted' said Steve. 'Precisely' said Merlin. 'Well thank the Lord for small mercies,' said Steve cheering up a bit. 'I've just thought, if a monofilament edge can't hurt me how about a bullet?' 'When phase shifted, you are effectively invulnerable to weapons,' answered Merlin.

'What's to stop the Government phase shifting their Storm Troopers?' asked Steve. He knew from experience that if something seemed too good to be true, it usually wasn't true. 'Since that trouble we had before when part of me tried to kill you I have placed you in a separate folder,' answered Merlin. 'Only this aspect of my personality has access to it. The ability to move more than one person, and now the ability to Phase shift are locked away inside it. There is a possibility that they may arrive at the same ideas themselves, but it will be without any help from us.' 

'Fair enough old friend,' said Steve ' it might be best if I used the phase shifter sparingly. I don't want to turn into a Ghost, and if they see me using it they may put two and two together and start experimenting themselves.' 'Very wise Steve,' replied Merlin.

In the blinding glare of the desert sun, a group of men stood beside a rusty oil pipeline near Ad Dammam on the Persian Gulf. The Pipeline once carried Oil from Saudi Arabia's vast Al Ghawar oil field (the world's largest) and others to the port of Ras Tanura, where half a million barrels used to be refined daily. In the 20th Century these enormous oil reserves had catapulted Saudi Arabia from an agrarian-based subsistence economy, into a wealthy nation. This was before the Israeli nuclear strike; that shattered the oil-bearing strata, and ruined the Oil fields.

These were rich and powerful Arabs who had a justifiable hatred for Britain. Despite Britain's best efforts, no secret could be kept indefinitely. There had been too many people involved in the project to send a Portal back in time to before the Arabs even knew what Oil was, and basically steal it out from under them. This stolen Oil was the cornerstone of Britain's wealth in the 26th Century, and these men knew it had been stolen from them. The rest of the world was recovering from the curtailment of the Oil supply, but it was a slow process. Britain was decades ahead of the rest of the world due to the stolen Oil.

These men had declared a Jihad against Britain, and by using their wealth and power had managed to acquire a QT device of their own. It had been a Herculean task, and had cost them millions of Pounds and not a few lives. They had been planning this for years and realised that at the first sign of rebellion against Britain, they would be the target of British Storm Troopers. 

After a painstaking series of suicide missions, one of their suicide bombers had eventually managed to severely damage a Storm Trooper. It was made to look as if the Storm Trooper had been vaporised in the explosion. Its damaged body had been taken to their laboratory hidden in the desert near Al Hufuf. 

This was a walled city and trade centre situated in eastern Saudi Arabia, in the country's largest oasis. Originally called Al-Hasa, the city was the headquarters of the 10th-century Qarmathian terrorist movement, which seemed a good omen to this group of 26th Century terrorists.

Their technicians had managed to repair the material damage to the Storm Troopers body. However its brain had lost a lot of its innate intelligence; and it had barely enough cognitive capability to follow simple orders. These men knew about Steve from historical records, and were determined to acquire his QT device. 

They weren't constrained by BTO laws; they just wanted him dead. He was just a primitive Briton after all; he would be no match for even a damaged Storm Trooper. The Storm Trooper had accepted that they were its master, and obeyed their orders to the letter.

The group called themselves "The Sword of Allah", and were determined to regain access to the oil for Saudi Arabia. In the process, they were going to use their Storm Trooper to kill as many of the British Government as they could. While the British, were shaken by the deaths of their most powerful and influential Aristocrats. The 'Sword of Allah" would strike at the very head of the Government. 

They would kidnap the King of Britain himself, and hold him to ransom for their fair share of the oil. This plan would work, as a State based on Genetic Purity and Eugenics, the Royal Family was the genetic pinnacle of the British genome. One of the more enjoyable duties of the British King, was to impregnate as many British women as he could. 

Such was the demand for his seed that when he wasn't actually having sex with a favoured woman, he was donating seed to the many IVF clinics. This ensured that the Royal seed was well distributed amongst the British bloodline. Only the Aristocracy was honoured by actual physical sex by the king, but any British woman could petition to be impregnated by his sperm. 

The plan was to have the Storm Trooper materialise next to the King. It would then attach a pre-programmed QT to him, and both jump out to Saudi Arabia. Only a Storm Trooper could do this, as the King had his own Storm Trooper as a personal bodyguard. With double boost capability, it could stop any assassination or kidnap attempt by a human. The rogue Storm Trooper also had double boost, so it could use the element of surprise to achieve its mission. 

However to do this they would need a second QT device; as everyone knew it took one device to transport one person. Which was where Steve became involved; his was still judged the easiest device to steal. It was obvious that the historical records were flawed, as Steve hadn't followed the children into the museum as planned. However that was all they had to work with, so they sent their Storm Trooper to the next window of opportunity.

By the 26th Century, it was known that Steve had been Dr. Snip the Vigilante. His exploits were well documented by the newspapers of the day, and the Storm Trooper was sent to a documented time slot where Dr. Snip had definitely been. Dr. Snip was only one man even with his powers; he just couldn't be everywhere and save everybody. Therefore he tended to concentrate on child related crimes, leaving the rest to the police.

Merlin's 26th century computer flagged all child related crimes, and for a change also flagged the rape murder of a young female on a university campus. The girl was eighteen years old and normally wouldn't be classed as a child. The reason this crime was brought to Snip's attention; was that the girl was one of the children he had saved when young. Her name was Mary, and he had rescued her from a pervert called Vince when she was just a child.

'Well I'll be fucked; the cheeky fucker dares to kill my little Mary? I'll cut him to pieces' snarled Snip as he read the police reports of the incident. Usually he approached his rescue missions with a degree of cool professionalism, but this case infuriated him. Once the case had caught his attention, he discovered that there had been three previous rapes in the area and the police still hadn't a clue who the culprit was. It was a good bet that the person who killed Mary was the same man. He recorded all the details on his implant so he wouldn't forget them, and jumped to the location of the attack.

It was nighttime, and the campus of the university was deserted. It was drizzling with rain, and a cold wind was causing the wet trees branches to sigh dolefully. Mary was walking quickly back to the student accommodation, she had been asked to cover for a friend working at the Universities Bar. The party had dragged on into the small hours, and she was anxious to get into the warm and go to bed. She was a tough young girl, and it took a lot to spook her. However tonight she felt creepy and jumped at every sound, from the rustling of the trees to the snapping of dead branches as the cold wind blew them along the wet footpath.




Dr. Snip Ch. 07



She wasn't a stupid girl, she would always shout at the silly woman in the horror films, who would insist on walking down into the cellar when the light wasn't working. She was well aware that there was a rapist about in the area, but hoped that the cold wet weather would discourage him from being out on such a miserable night. Her hopes were not to be realised as this particular rapist was feeling the urges very strongly, and had been in the bar watching Mary as she served the drinks. He had admired her lovely big breasts, barely constrained by her tee shirt bearing the University logo. She had lovely long legs, and he couldn't wait to force them open and discover her secret places.

The police records were vague as to the actual spot where the attack first took place, as the body had been dragged quite some way into the bushes. Steve decided it was worth using the phase shifter to follow her closely. Mary kept hearing twigs snap behind her, but every time she spun around she could see nothing threatening. It was on one of these occasions that as she spun round to see if anyone was creeping up behind her, an arm was put around her neck and she was pulled off the path into the bushes.

Mary tried to scream but the arm was crushing her throat, and all that emerged were choked grunts. She thought she was seeing things, when the night seemed to take shape in front of her eyes. The rain that had started to lash down; was running off a human shaped piece of darkness. This apparition was leaping towards her and she heard a pain filled cry, as the arm around her throat released its crushing grip and she fell forward onto the wet pavement.

She saw the rain-shape grab hold of her attacker, and hurl him into a nearby tree trunk. The man hit the wood with a snapping sound, as his collarbone fractured under the impact. Mary was still gasping for breath, when to her amazement the rain shape suddenly turned into a big man in a black coat. He turned to her and asked 'Are you all right Mary? Don't worry he won't hurt you, I promise.'

Steve picked her up from the wet ground, and jumped her into her room in the accommodation block. Mary assumed she had passed out for a moment, because that was the only explanation as to how she came to be here so fast. 'Wait here dear, I will just see to the rapist and I'll be back to check on you.' He used his fingers to close her eyes, and when she opened then he had vanished. Mary sat down on the bed, she was shaking with fear but something else was trying to surface in her mind. It was the memory of a big man in a black coat, a mysterious man who had rescued her when she was small. She was sure this was the same man.

Dr. Snip was in a very bad mood, seeing Mary again had reminded him of his total hated of child molesters. This rage was going to be directed at this stupid bastard, who dared to attack a girl that Snip felt responsible for. He was back to the rapist ten seconds after he jumped out. The man had just painfully clambered to his feet, and was trying to run away.

'Let's see how fast you run without any fucking legs' snarled Snip as he phase shifted, and drew Excalibur in one smooth movement. There was a loud hissing crackling sound like bacon frying, as the lashing rain impacted on the coruscating red line that danced along Excalibur's blade. The rain was annihilated; by the sub atomic forces that were in play on its razor sharp edges. Snip swept the burning blade in a horizontal fiery arc that passed through the rapist's thighs without effort. The intense molecular energy cauterised the man's flesh, as it severed both his legs.

The rapist's body hit the ground hard, for a second he didn't understand why he had fallen until he saw his legs lying separately a few feet away on the wet pavement. Before he could draw breath to scream he was roughly pushed onto his back. He looked up to see the terrifying invisible shape outlined by the pouring rain lift a burning sword, and gently brush it against his arms. With a hissing sound his arms were severed, and fell limply to the ground to join his legs.

'You have fucked me off so badly that I'm not going to kill you, you stupid Cunt, explained Snip; to the shocked man who was trying to believe that this was just a Nightmare. He was partly right, this was a Nightmare. Dr. Snip was every pervert's Nightmare, and he had ensured that this pervert wouldn't be a problem in the future.

Snip switched off the phase shifter and stood in the rain. He gave the man the news that his punishment was at the hands of Dr. Snip, and to confess to the police every thing that he had done to this point. 'If I hear that you lie to them, I will return and cut off your balls and blind you,' threatened Snip in a cold dead voice. This frightened the mutilated man far more than the rage filled voice that he had heard previously. He knew that Dr. Snip meant every word of this threat, and decided to comply to save what little life he had left. His mad brain although thoroughly cowed, still hoped that something bad would happen to this psychopathic vigilante.

He looked in wonder, as his prayer seemed to come true. One second Snip was standing over him, and then he had been smashed sideways, as a large black shape leapt out of the concealing bushes and hurled him into the open grass of the park. Steve had an automatic bullet-dodging programme that protected him from unexpected bullets. His QT could detect the missiles approaching his body, and jump him out of their path without notifying him. However this function only worked on high-speed objects, otherwise every time someone patted him on the back it would jump him sidewards. Not of course that anyone ever patted him on the back.

Consequently although the Storm Trooper hit him hard and fast, it wasn't fast enough to trigger his automatic dodging programme. Although it was Steve who was slammed sideways, it was Dr.Snip who rolled with the blow and regained his feet to face the attacker. The Storm trooper had jumped from ambush, and used his battle knife to skewer his target. The 26th Century Kevlar coat that was Snip's favourite apparel had done its job. It had deflected the razor sharp point of the knife, preventing it from entering his body. The Storm Trooper had expected the mission to be over in one strike, and it took a few seconds to realise that Snip was still standing. Steve knew he had no chance against this Killing machine, unless he Phase shifted. 

He Phased just as the trooper blurred into boost, and hurled itself across the intervening space between them. Its biomechanical hands closed around Snip's throat, and tried to squeeze the life out of him. The phase field negated the crushing pressure, and Snip slammed his fist into the chest of the trooper sending it stumbling back a few paces. Fast as lightning the trooper drew its sidearm and fired, the 26th century projectile had the destructive power of a small grenade. It was deflected by the phase field and ricocheted into the trunk of an oak tree, exploding it into burning splinters.

This gave Snip time to draw Excalibur, and the Storm trooper already confused by its targets defences, took a step back as it recognised the distinctive blaze of a Monofilament weapon. This was not on its mission briefing, it fell back on standing orders that told it to retreat in the face of overwhelming odds. It decided to jump out, rearm, and return to the next window of opportunity.

Steve couldn't believe his luck when he saw the Storm Trooper jump out. He staggered away towards the accommodation block, nursing his side where the blade had tried to skewer him. His coat had stopped the blade penetrating, but the almost superhuman strength of the trooper had still caused extensive bruising to his ribs. Plus his entire side where the Trooper had slammed into him was a source of dibilitating pain. After a hundred yards of painful limping, he remembered to switch off the phase shifter. Immediately the pouring rain soaked him, as the phase field no longer thwarted it. He was concussed so didn't think to jump to her room. 

Mary heard a quiet knock on her door and leapt to open it. She was shocked at the appearance of her Hero. His face was pale with pain and he was soaking wet, he looked exhausted and she led him over to her bed and forced him to lie down on it. The adrenalin rush that had allowed him to keep moving and fighting his most feared opponent had left him, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and rest for a second.

Somehow he felt safe here with Mary, and he dimly felt her undoing the fastenings of his greatcoat before he slipped into uncociousness. 'Please don't be dead' she cried as he relaxed totally. She lowered her face to his mouth and felt his breath on her cheek, 'Don't you dare fucking die on me, I have lots of questions for you Mr. Mysterious,' she muttered as she divested him of the wet greatcoat and a fucking big sword. 'What the fuck are you, some sort of Knight? or what,' she asked his comatose body as she checked him for wounds. Pulling his shirt up, she saw a massive purple bruise spread over his lower ribs. There was no bleeding so she decided to just rub some ointment on it, to ease the pain that it must cause. There was also a big bruise on his left shoulder that ran down his side where the Storm Trooper had first struck him like a Train. She took his shirt right off, so she could rub cream on that as well.

Lying there naked from the waist up, he looked just like any other guy that she had seen in similar circumstances. She had no idea how he had been able to save her from the rapist, nor did she know of the attack by the Storm Trooper. She could only think he had received these injuries from the rapist, when he went back to sort him out. 'You poor man, did that bastard do this to you? She asked smoothing his wet hair from his forehead. He had a normal looking face; nothing special, he was just a tall dark haired man. She noticed that his body was well muscled, it reminded her of a soldier lover she once had; he had the same type of body. 

Her lover hadn't been so hairy as this man; his chest was covered in dark hair. She found herself running her fingers through it, as she stared at the man that she was sure had now saved her twice. Did she have a Guardian Angel? No, this was a flesh and blood man, not some supernatural being. Besides she found herself attracted to him, and was sure that Angels were not allowed to be so fucking sexy when they were asleep. 'A girl's Knight deserves a kiss when he rescues her' she murmured, and leaning over him kissed him slowly on his mouth. 

Swimming up from unconsciousness Steve thought he was in bed with Angel, and his arms closed around her as he returned the kiss. Mary had stripped off her wet clothes, and thrown on a dry dressing gown before he had returned. His hand slid up her naked leg, until it cupped her bottom and squeezed gently. 'Oh God Angel, you're so soft and warm' he whispered, as she felt his manhood swell between their bodies. He called me his Angel, she thought pleased at the endearment. Her body reacted to the sheer masculine signals she was receiving, and she groaned as she became hot and wet. To relieve the aching in her groin, she rubbed herself over him grinding her hips against his. 'Fuck this,' she said to his awakening body, ' I need this as much as you do.'

She slid her hand between them, and released his swollen member from the confines of his pants. As it sprang erect she positioned herself over him, and lowered herself down. Mary gasped, as she felt herself being filled by his massive erection. He groaned and hugged her to him, nuzzling her large breasts until he was sucking on her nipple. 'Shhhh lay still Mr. Mysterious,' whispered Mary, ' let your little Angel do all the work, you just relax and enjoy.' She ground her pubes against him, as she made gentle love to her Hero and rescuer. 

She had never felt so in charge whilst making love to a man before, and his acceptance of her dominance really turned her on. Soon she was bouncing wildly on his shaft until she felt the familiar stirrings of her orgasm approaching. 'Thank you Mr. Mysterious,' she panted as she orgasmed over his balls soaking them with her hot juices, and finally collapsing onto his muscled chest her body limp and sweaty from her efforts. 'You're a sexy fucker Angel,' murmured Steve as he felt the familiar wetness soaking his groin. He pulled her head down and kissed her passionately on her mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled at.... 'What the fuck! You're not Angel, you're Mary, what are you doing?' He exclaimed, very aware that he was still buried deeply inside her. 'That's not very nice, you called me Angel a minute ago, my sexy Mr. Mysterious' replied Mary, clenching her vaginal muscles on his shaft. Steve went red as he realised his mistake, and began to apologise to Mary. 'Shhhh, shut the fuck up Mr. Mysterious, I am not moving until you tell me who you are, and why you have saved me twice,' she stated grinding her pubes against his. Although Mary had orgasmed Steve hadn't, and his shaft was quite happy to stay where it was while his brain tried to form a coherent thought. 'Mary, dear girl please,' he whispered blushing furiously. 'Please what Mystery man? Please fuck me again perhaps?' she said mischievously. 'You have three seconds to tell me your name, or I fuck you,' she threatened seriously.

'Steve, my name is Steve' he gabbled, 'how can you remember me after so long?' 'Oh I don't know Steve; perhaps being kidnapped and almost raped by a pervert when I was twelve, had something to do with it sticking in my mind. Then of course there was my rescue by a big man in a black coat, perhaps that helped the incident stick in my mind. Then of course the aftermath when it was realised it was the infamous Dr. Snip who had rescued me, and castrated the pervert. I think you will agree, that it would be very hard for me not to remember you my darling Hero,' she said kissing him lovingly on his mouth.

She could feel him swelling inside her, and began to rotate her hips and gently bounce on him again. 'Fuck me, Mary ..........,' he began to protest. She closed his mouth with hers and increased the tempo of her lovemaking until he was groaning in lust. She felt him grab her breasts as he orgasmed deep within her, bucking and convulsing as he pumped his seed into her womb. 'Wow, that was like riding a bucking bronco.' She gasped admiringly as she lay limp on top of him, her heart pounding from her efforts. She could feel him shrinking inside her, until she lifted herself off him and tucked him back into his pants. Wrapping her dressing gown around her, she sat on the side of the bed and continued to question him. 'First of all, thank you for saving me just now, and also for saving me when I was young,' she said formally. 'You are very welcome Mary,' he replied sitting up carefully as his bruises reminded him of the Storm Trooper.

'What happened to the rapist?' she suddenly asked. 'Er I made sure that he wouldn't rape anybody again,' he said avoiding a detailed answer. 'Did you cut his balls off?' she asked with the ghoulish interest of the young. 'No I didn't,' he answered truthfully. 'Pity, perhaps you're getting softer in your old age' she said smiling at him. 'I don't think he would agree with you on that.' replied Steve softly. 'Did he cause all that damage?' she asked pointing at his bruises. 'No dear, that was something else entirely, any chance of a cup of tea?' he asked to change the subject. She smiled at him, and bounced into the small kitchen to make her hero his tea.

Steve seriously considered jumping out right away; he had no business involving Mary in his life. Why the fuck hadn't he jumped away earlier? He realised that the reason he had checked on Mary, was because he felt so protective of her. He couldn't leave until he was sure she was out of danger. Not from the rapist, he was now no more dangerous than a bookend, but from the Storm Trooper. What the fuck was he going to tell Alison and Angel, his lovers? Well he wasn't worried about Angel she wouldn't give a fuck, in fact she would be pleased he had fucked another woman. Angel had a 26th Century mindset that didn't consider sex as a big thing. Alison on the other hand was a 20th Century woman, and wouldn't look kindly on him fucking a young girl. Although to be fair she had actually fucked him, not that it would make the slightest difference if Alison decided to be bloody minded about this.

Mary returned with the tea and they both sat quietly as they sipped it. 'I'm not going to see you again am I?' she said sadly. 'I honestly can't say Mary dear. As you only see me when your life is in danger, it may be best if you never see me again,' he replied truthfully. 'Who are you Dr. Snip and why do you do what you do?' she asked looking at him as if to memorise every detail. 'I am just a man who has been given the power to do something about certain events. I am really sorry that I have had to intervene twice in your short life. I am very proud of how you have turned out. You are a beautiful and intelligent young woman, I will do my best to keep an eye on you,' he said kissing her gently on her mouth. 'You are a lovely man Steve,' she said kissing him back. 'When you hear about the rapist you may change your opinion, but please remember that I know he was going to kill you after he raped you. I can't tell you how I know, but I do, that is why I treated him so harshly,' he said looking into her eyes. 'Close your eyes Mary,' he asked. As she closed her eyes, she felt a slight breeze and he was gone. 'Thank you Dr, Snip' she whispered.

Steve was worried; it was bad enough fighting his own brand of criminals. He now had to look over his shoulder for another attack by the Storm Trooper. He also realised that the trooper had thought he had a monofilament blade. It was a reasonable assumption that when it returned, it too would be armed with that deadliest of weapons. Rather than wait he decided to draw it out by arranging a press conference for the next day. He contacted his friend Jack the reporter, and told him to publish the fact that he would be holding a briefing on top of a disused Gas tank at Canvey Island. He had something important to say and wanted the press to report it.

'If that doesn't draw it out then I don't know what will' he muttered to himself. That done he had a thought and sent out a call for Merlin. 'Hello Steve old friend' said the old wizard; as it appeared to be sitting on one of his chairs in his kitchen. 'Hello Merlin, I have had a thought, the rogue trooper is using a QT a stolen one I assume, can you still track it when it is used?' 'Yes Steve.' 'Do you know where it comes from?' 'Yes Steve.' 'Well where is its base?' 'Saudi Arabia.' 'Why the fuck didn't you tell me this?' 'You didn't fucking ask,' replied the old wizard logically.

Steve tended to forget that he was dealing with the World Brain, when he spoke to Merlin. The image of an old wizard, was only Steve's brain trying to make sense of the transmission from his implant.

He understood that if Merlin were to tell him things he hadn't asked about, he would be constantly inundated with data. He took a deep breath and smiled at the simulacrum of the wizard. 'Sorry old friend, stupid of me, but why would Saudi Arabia want to kill me?' Merlin reiterated the story of Britain's raid on the Oil fields of Saudi Arabia, Steve soon realised that they had a very good reason for revenge. 'But why attack me? Why not attack the aristocracy?' 'They have been attacking it; six high-ranking members have been assassinated this week alone. It must be the rogue Storm Trooper that is killing them, as it is the only one who can cut through their security with such ease.'

'Doe's the Government know about this?' asked Steve. 'No Steve, like you they haven't asked me the question yet.' 'Well I must admit a certain sympathy for the Arabs, but as they are trying to kill me and have already killed defenceless Britons, I say fuck them and the horse they rode in on. When I kill the Storm Trooper they will have to go back under their rock and start all over again,' said Steve firmly.




Dr. Snip Ch. 07



Canvey Island was a main storage area for Oil and Gas, there were lots of Tanks scattered around the Island. Steve had chosen one of a pair that was situated well away from the main cluster. He had called the press conference for no other reason, than to tempt the Storm Trooper into attacking him. However on the agreed time, the Press were waiting at the bottom of the massive tank for his appearance. He materialised out of sight between two big vent pipes, so they believed he had been hiding on top of the tank before they assembled beneath.

'They are saying you are a psychopath Dr. Snip. Why did you mutilate that rapist so horribly?' yelled a reporter when he saw Steve wearing his customary executioners hood, standing on the edge of the tank looking down at them. 'He was going to kill the girl, I know this, that's why I punished him so severely.' From the ground, the reporters could only see Steve if he stood right on the edge of the tank. Consequently they didn't see the Storm Trooper materialise behind Steve and leap towards him. 

Steve had been waiting for this, and jumped via his QT to the other Gas Tank half a mile away from this one. The Storm Trooper followed instantly, and as it materialised it drew a monofilament sword and charged at Double boost. Dr. Snip phase shifted and drew Excalibur, setting himself to meet the charge. If he hadn't been phase shifted he would have been killed in the first attack. The Storm Trooper was just a blur, as its weapon sliced towards Snip's head too fast to parry. As the monofilament blade hit Snip it flared into incandescence, and bounced off his body leaving it unharmed. Five times the trooper attacked, each time scoring a hit but causing no damage. Eventually as Snip expected, the trooper had to drop out of Boost. 

Boost was usually used for seconds only, as it severely depleted the users energy. Snip could only hope that Double boost weakened the user even more. At last he could see his enemy clearly, it was the same type of monster that had stolen his QT before, and he had a score to settle with these Storm Troopers. Snip attacked fast and low, sweeping his sword towards the trooper's legs. His strike was parried by the trooper's blazing blade; and the swords seemed to scream in frustration as they ground their flaming edges against one another. 

Snip had an advantage, that he couldn't be hurt by the trooper's blade when it slipped through his guard and scored a hitas it seemed to do easily. However the trooper was a trained professional soldier enhanced to the limit, and he just couldn't get past its guard to strike a telling blow. 'Fuck this for a game of soldiers,' swore Snip. He had been hoping to avoid his next course of action, but couldn't risk allowing the Trooper to escape. 'I love you Alison' he murmured, before stepping back from the Storm Trooper, and kneeling down on the steel lid of the massive Gas Tank. For a second the Trooper thought Dr, Snip was surrendering and stood undecided. It watched as Snip raised Excalibur into the air, its blazing blade lighting up the darkening sky. As it saw Snip slam his sword through the steel top of the Gas tank, it realised his intent and began to jump out. As its fingers hit the appropriate button on its QT device, the flaming sword of Dr. Snip sliced through the steel lid, and plunged into the Gas and Air mixture inside the Tank.

The world exploded in a cataclysmic Fireball; that completely destroyed the Gas Tank and everything within 100 yards of it. The Fireball reached up into the sky, lighting up the area around for miles, the temperature inside the fireball was enough to melt the steel Tank. Steve found himself falling down through the blazing gases, and was sure that he had managed to destroy the Storm Trooper before it jumped out. He was unharmed, protected as he was by the Phase shifter. He had hoped this would be the case but wasn't certain. Before he hit the ground he jumped out, and reappeared between the vent pipes on the original Gas Tank.

Looking down at the group of reporters below, he saw that they had lost all interest in him. Their cameras were trained on the Fireball that had once been a Gas Tank. His friend Jack did look up and saw him standing there. 'Did you do that?' he shouted pointing at the Fireball. 'Hey, what am I, a Magician? you'll be blaming me for Global Warming next,' Steve shouted back smiling at his friend. He stepped back out of sight and jumped to his kitchen, he deemed it safe now.

"The Sword of Allah" was very displeased with their Storm Trooper. It had materialised back at their base as planned, but it was in a terrible state. Had it been human it would already be dead, with ninety percent of its body charred by the intense heat of the fireball. The technicians estimated it would be at least a year, before it was capable of being used again.

Steve sat quietly and sipped his tea; he was in a very thoughtful mood. He realised now that he loved Alison more than he loved Angel, and that made him very sad. It was Alison he had thought of when he risked death on the Gas tank. He could only put it down to the fact that he knew Angel would survive in the world without him, but he felt that Alison needed him more. He smartened himself up, and jumped to Alison's Orphanage. She was not there, one of the children told him that Missy Doctor had gone for a ride on her horse Peggy. Steve knew roughly where she might be and jumped to the location. 

He arrived on a grassy knoll and looking around saw her riding towards him. She was wearing a white blouse and jodhpurs, and looked very sexy in her shiny black riding boots. He watched in admiration and mounting lust, as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of her horses gait.

'Just the man,' she cried as she slipped off the saddle and embraced him. 'I need to try out my new plumbing, and guess who I want to be the first to assist me,' she said smiling up at him. Tying Peggy's reins to a nearby bush, she dragged him into the shelter of a small tree. He smiled at her enthusiasm, as she stripped her clothes off and flung herself at him in lustful urgency.

'Fuck me Steve darling, fill me with your seed, I want every drop you have in those big balls of yours,' she ordered fondling him to rigid attention. All thoughts of Angel and Mary left his mind, as he entered her hot body and fulfilled her wishes. After the screams of her orgasm had stopped echoing around the hills, he lay beside her, just holding her to him.

Life was all about children, without them the human race would cease to exist in a single century. They were all any human could leave to prove that they had ever existed. After all this time trying to protect them, he was now actually trying to create one of his own. He looked down at Alison and hugged her tightly, 'I love you Alison Fairweather,' he said quietly. 

Suddenly his peace was shattered by a Scream transmitted via his implant. It was Angel and she was screaming for him to come to her. 'Sorry darling got to go,' he explained to Alison, and getting the co-ordinates from his implant jumped to Angel's location. As he had guessed, he arrived at Angel's sunning ledge in the Jurassic. He was stunned to see his favourite Amazon warrior princess, distraught and actually crying. 

Her face was buried in her hands, so she hadn't seen him arrive on the ledge. Her almost invincible body was racked with deep choking sobs, as she rocked back and forth in her misery. 'Angel, it's me what the fuck is the matter,' he said moving towards her. She took her hands away from her face and looked up at him, her eyes were red from crying and she leapt up and threw herself into his arms.

'Oh Steve please help me, my mother has been murdered, and I don't know what to do,' she sobbed into his chest. Steve was at a loss, so called upon Merlin to fill him in on this situation. How did Angel's mother die? He asked via his implant. I thought I had already told you Steve old friend, the Storm Trooper killed six Aristocrats and Angel's mother was one of them. Her name was Lady Gloria Black and she was a handmaiden to the King.

Oh fuck; he thought, I had forgotten about them. He held Angel until she calmed down enough to tell him more or less what he had learned from Merlin. 'What can I say Angel my love; I have already avenged your mother. The rogue Storm Trooper is dead, I killed it just a few hours ago.'

Angel wiped her eyes and looked at him steadily. 'I don't want my Mother avenged Steve; I want her saved. I want her saved just as you have saved countless children so far. I need you to rescue her for me, please Steve I beg you please do this for me.' Steve was caught flat footed by her request, she was perfectly right in what she said. 

In fact he had just altered time by rescuing Mary, who had been raped and killed before he intervened. Plus he would have died for Angel if he had to, so her request wasn't that much of a problem for his conscience. It was just that this was so close to home; that he couldn't think clearly about it just yet.

'Give me a minute to get my head around this darling, if I can save your Mother I promise I will,' he said hugging her to him. 'Forgive me if I am puzzled by your grief Angel, but I had the impression that you weren't that close to your Mother,' he asked as tactfully as he could.

'What can I say Steve; she is a vain power hungry social climbing Bitch, who would fuck anything to get what she wants. She leads my father a merry dance, and treats me with utter contempt. At the moment she is .....was a handmaiden to the King, which basically means that she gets to fuck him on a regular basis. Despite all that, I love her madly and I should have been there to protect her.'

Once again Steve was forced to realise that Angel was to all intents and purposes a complete alien, as far as emotions were concerned. Anyway as far as he was concerned Gloria was her mum, and he would rescue her from the Storm Trooper that he had already killed. This situation reminded him of the fact, that someone who was already dead in the 20th Century had nearly killed him on Mars in the 26th Century; The Time Agent "Red" from whom he had acquired his QT device.

'I will need all the information concerning the manner and time of her death, I will then jump back and try to save her,' he said to Angel. 'Thank you Steve, I would try and do this myself but although I wasn't conditioned not to alter time, I haven't had your experience of actually doing it. I promise I will fuck you senseless when you rescue her, that is of course unless Mother fucks you senseless first.'

'Do you have a picture of your Mother?' he asked. Angel sent his implant a recent hologram of her mother taken on holiday. Steve could see that regardless of how old she was in actual years, Gloria Black looked like a young twenty-year-old glamour model. Like Angel she only had hair on her head, it was a rich auburn colour almost a deep red. Steve could tell she had no other hair on her beautiful large breasted slender body, because the hologram depicted her naked. 'Fuck me Angel, don't you have any shame? Showing me a picture of your mother naked,' he scolded.

Angel just shrugged making her own large breasts bounce charmingly. 'For fucks sake Steve, she is so rarely dressed it is something of a scandal in the royal circles. Knowing what you do of our almost complete lack of sexual morals, it should tell you a lot about my mother that she shocks even us.' 'Well I can certainly see where you got your beautiful breasts from' he murmured looking at the hologram again.

'Not counting you and Alison, she is the only family I have, Father has hardly seen me for years and I wonder if I would recognise him if I passed him in the street,' said Angel quietly. Steve was very touched that Angel included Alison in her family; it reinforced his love of this strange woman who had changed his life completely.

'Do you want to come with me?' he asked. 'No Steve I am far to close to this, my judgement would be compromised and I might endanger you. I will wait here and pray for your success.' 'OK lover, I'll be as quick as a wink,' he said smiling at her. He decided to jump to his kitchen for a last cup of tea before the rescue mission.

After Steve vanished Angel decided to go for a swim, and stripping naked except for her QT, dived from her ledge fifty feet to the blue lake beneath. She wasn't afraid of predators today, God help any T-Rex that fucked with her, she would skin it alive.

Steve was uncertain what to do in this situation; he knew he hadn't killed the Storm Trooper whilst possibly rescuing Gloria, because it was still alive when he fought it on the Gas Tank. So his best possible outcome could only be to stop the Storm Trooper killing her, without killing it. Also he would have to make the Trooper believe it had killed Gloria, so there was some logic in the situation. 'My head hurts,' he thought to himself,' fuck Temporal Paradoxes and the horse it rode in on.'

Dressing himself in his full Dr. Snip regalia complete with sword, Steve looked around his kitchen. He hoped he would see it again, but he knew that contrary to common sense,he could be killed by the Storm Trooper even though he had killed it first. He set the QT for Angel's mother's house, and jumped into the Future.

To be Continued.



Dr. Snip Ch. 08



Steve jumped into the future, to attempt to stop Angel's mother from being killed by the Rogue Storm Trooper. 

To be precise, the Storm Trooper had already killed Angel's mother. 

Steve was going to try and change history, to erase her death.

The British Temporal Organisation; that effectively controlled Time Travel frowned upon this. 

He would have to keep out of the way of any of their Time Agents, during his mission.

He had set the co-ordinates for Angel's mother's house and had expected to materialise underground, as most of the population of Britain lived below the surface. 

This was nothing to do with War or defence; it was simply that the British had decided to allow the surface to revert to its original wildness complete with Deer, Wolves and Boars etc.

The British Government could afford to do this, due to the fact that they received massive revenue from selling their Oil to the world. 

Or again to be precise, by selling Saudi Arabia's Oil to the world. 

The Israeli's had nuked most of the Arab countries in self-defence, however it was discovered that the blasts had disturbed the ground strata, and the Oil fields dried up. 

Great Britain, using its secret Time travelling ability, had gone back in time before the Arab's knew about oil. 

The British were now drilling for it in the past, and transporting it to 26th Century Britain.

Some of the more influential Arabs had discovered this theft, and had attempted to kidnap the King of Britain. 

They had planned to hold him for ransom so they could share in their own oil again. 

They had used a damaged Storm Trooper, who in the process had killed six British Aristocrats. 

One of these had been Lady Gloria Black, Handmaiden to the King and Angel's mother.

Instead of materialising underground, Steve found himself standing on a well-kept lawn that had a small lake at its centre.

He had jumped to a time the day before the death of Gloria; this was to give himself a chance to acclimatise to the 26th Century.

Swimming in the crystal clear water of the lake was a naked woman; Steve was close enough to see it was Lady Gloria Black. 

She was every bit as beautiful as her hologram. 

She stopped swimming as she caught sight of him, and just stared at him warily.

'Can I help you?' she enquired politely in a well bred melodious accent.

'Lady Gloria Black?' asked Steve, ' I am a friend of your daughter Angel, my name is Steve.'

'You are a friend of Angela? How strange she has never mentioned you to me. I can see why, you are certainly a fine figure of a man, she was probably trying to keep you for herself the greedy girl.'

Without further ado Gloria swam to the bank nearest Steve, and climbed out of the lake. 

As he watched transfixed like a rabbit caught in headlights, she undulated towards him. 

Angel was very sexy; her Mother was pure Sex on legs.

He had never seen any woman walk like Gloria, she reminded him of a Tigress as she walked towards him. 

Every part of her beautiful naked body; was moving in a blatantly sexual way. 

Her large breasts swung delightfully her nipples were sticking out from the effects of the cold lake water, and he could see her naked labia rubbing against each other as her hips swayed. 

Tearing his eyes away from her groin, he looked up into brilliant green eyes. 

They were staring up at him in a predatory way, common to hunting cats and women in heat. 

She stopped inches from him and smiled up at him, she was about a foot shorter than Steve but her confidence in herself was immense.

'There is a towel over there Steve,' she said pointing to a heap to his side.

As well as the towel, there were her clothes scattered about as if she had stripped off as she ran towards the lake.

'Please fetch it for me.'

Wanting to make a good impression on Angel's mum, Steve fetched the large fluffy towel and offered it to her.

'No No dear boy, I need you to dry me please,' she said lifting her arms out from her sides in invitation.

This had the effect of lifting her large firm breasts, not that they needed lifting as like Angels they were firm and natural.

Steve's mouth had gone dry, but he went round behind her and began to rub her back and shoulders with the towel.

'Muuuummmmmmmm, that feels wonderful Steve, but I am sure that my back is dry now' she purred, turning around so his hands were resting on her prominent breasts.

'Make sure I am dry under my breasts, or I might get sore' she instructed looking up at him with a feline smile.

Trying to control his rebellious cock, Steve dried the front of her body, lifting up each firm breast so he could rub underneath it.

'One last bit and I'm all done,' she whispered. 'I'll make it easy for you.'

So saying she turned her back on him and opening her legs, bent forward exposing her naked bottom and pubes to his eyes.

'Be quick Steve, I can't stay like this for too long or I'll get dizzy.'

Steve gently rubbed the towel over her bottom, and between her open legs. 

Like her daughter Gloria had no extraneous hair on her body, and therefore her neat little vagina was displayed perfectly for him.

'Make sure all my bits are dry please Steve,' she said looking between her legs at him.

Seeing her bent over naked, and looking up at him from between her legs made Steve smile.

He suddenly found this situation amusing, and decided to play along with this sexy little kitten.

He gently parted her sweet little bum cheeks, and slowly drew the towel down the crease of her bottom. 

He then continued between her legs, spreading her labia with his fingers to ensure that the towel dried every bit of her private places.

'Ohhhhh that was so naughty of you Steve, I ask you to dry me down there and now you have made me all wet,' she scolded pouting at him.

'A thousand apologies Lady Black, I stand corrected,' he said contritely.

'I can see you are standing proudly,' she contradicted looking pointedly at his swelling groin.

Her little game over, she seemed to ignore him as she dressed herself in front of his eyes. 

He did notice that she took every opportunity to display her breasts and private parts, as she slowly dressed herself. 

When she was finished, she stood before him and offered him her hand.

'Pleased to meet you I'm sure, you may call me Gloria; I will call you Steve. Walk with me to the house and tell me how you come to know my daughter.'

Steve accompanied her on the long walk to the large stately home that Gloria referred to as the house. 

On the way he was gently but thoroughly interrogated about his relationship with Angela, as Gloria was determined to call her.

She assumed from the start that Steve was Angela's lover, and looked at him in obvious disbelief when he said that they were just good friends.

'My dear Steve, my daughter has no friends, she has lovers and then only for a short while until she gets bored with them.'

Steve said nothing to this, and just walked quietly beside her.

During her interrogation, Steve noticed that his implant had to translate various words that she used so he could understand them. 

It was obvious that the English language had evolved over the centuries.

When she said something that he assumed was a polite and subtle standard offer of sex. 

(Angel had told him that this was the custom between 26th Century people who liked each other.) 

It came out via his translation device as 'Fancy a fuck Steve?'

He had tried to keep his mission here a secret so as not to alarm her, but he realised that he was getting in too deep with Gloria. 

Steve really was panting after her but he didn't think he could do a good job of protecting her, if he was fucking her.

'Thank you for offering Gloria, but I have decided to tell you the truth about my presence here, and I hope you will forgive me for taking so long to explain myself,' he said.

'Your daughter works freelance for the BTO, and they have discovered a plot to kill Aristocrats. It is believed that you are on a Death list, and I have been delegated to be your protector,' he said as calmly as possible considering the content of the information.

'Goodness me, I must say I am surprised at that, I am only a lowly Handmaiden, why on earth would anyone warrant me worth killing?' she asked seriously.

'I have no idea how a terrorists mind works Gloria, it is not my job to ponder on these things. I am here simply to guard you and if possible capture your attacker.'

It was obvious that she didn't take the threat to her life seriously.

'So Steve, are you going to guard me in my bedroom all night?'

she asked, mischievously. 

As she had been killed in her bedroom, it was imperative that he did indeed stay with her all night. 

However he needed to be dressed and fully armed, to fight the Storm Trooper when it tried to cut her beautiful throat as she slept.

'Yes Gloria, with your permission I will be guarding you tonight, and I will ensure that you are safe,' he promised.

'But what if I want to entertain a lover? Will you promise not to watch as we fuck?'

Steve was sure that she was being far subtler, than his translator could handle.

'I can only promise to keep my eyes open for any danger to you, I would prefer it if you could assist me by not entertaining anyone whilst the danger to yourself is so high.'

'It is just as well Dickey is away on a tour, he wouldn't like to be denied his favourite Handmaiden,' she said smiling at him saucily. 

By "Dickey" he assumed she meant King Richard the Seventh, King of Great Britain and the New Colonies.

'His Majesty is a very fortunate man to have the pleasure of your company,' said Steve gallantly.

'What is it about you Steve? Every time I look at you I want to fuck you,' she said calmly.

They had arrived by a roundabout route, to her apartments in the large house. 

She rang a bell and ordered tea for two. 

Steve's face lit up in a smile, Tea the British still drank Tea. 

Thank God, he feared that they had turned to coffee over the generations. Steve hated coffee both the smell of it and the taste, it was Tea that had put the "Great" in Great Britain. 

'You must understand Gloria that as much as I would love to have sex with you, I need to stay fully dressed and armed during the night.'

'Why do you speak so strangely? I have noticed that your implant has to translate some of the words you use,' she asked as the tea was brought in by a maid.

As he enjoyed his tea, he relaxed and tried to explain his presence more fully.

'As you know about the BTO, you are obviously privy to the fact that Britain has access to Time travel,' he said. 

' I am from the 20th Century and Angel trusts me to protect you, with my life if necessary.'

'That explains why I want to fuck you so badly, you are a Primitive Man and I can almost smell your Masculinity from here' she growled, staring at him in fascination. 

The pupils of her brilliant green eyes were dilated, and her nipples were erect, she was breathing heavily and licking her lips.

'This is no good Steve, I can't think when I'm as excited as this, I will have to orgasm to relax myself. You can guard me in my bedroom while I ride my horse.'

Steve thought he understood most of what she was saying, but didn't get the reference to a horse. 

He hoped she wasn't into bestiality. 

She wasn't, by the time she reached her bedroom she was naked. 

Again he tried to be useful, by picking up her clothes as she discarded them. 

Walking into her bedroom, she made a beeline for a strange device in the corner of the room. 

It looked like a saddle for a horse; it was mounted on a machine that had similarities to the mechanical bucking broncos of his century. 

The main difference; was that out of the saddle protruded a latex phallus. 

'I need you to watch me Steve,' she gasped as she lowered herself naked onto the device, impaling herself deeply.

'Oh Gods I am so wet and hot, do you have this effect on my daughter?'

The device began to vibrate and rock back and forth driving the phallus deep into her body, and stimulating her clitoris at the same time.

'Ohhh this is good Steve, Ohhh I really need to Fuck you, I want to taste your cock. I need to lick you all over, and swallow your cum' she was murmuring as she was rocked towards her orgasm.

Gloria obviously believed in Dirty talk during her sex, and it was certainly working on Steve.

Despite himself, Steve was rigid with lust as he watched Gloria riding her sex machine. 

Her naked breasts were bouncing wildly, as it's speed increased to match her need.

With a massive effort of will, Steve wrenched his eyes off her and scanned the room. 

Although she had been killed in this bedroom, her body had not been discovered until the maid found it in the morning. 

The exact time of her murder was unclear, and Steve had to assume that the Storm Trooper could strike any time between now and the early hours of the morning.

'Do you like to fuck your women up the arse Steve? Tell me you do, tell me you want to fuck me up my little bum, please Steve tell me,' she moaned urgently.

'Yes Gloria, I would love to fuck you anywhere you desired, but it will have to wait until the danger is past,' he said to mollify her.

'Promise me Steve, promise me I can have you when it's safe,' she begged nearing her orgasm, 'promise me you will fuck me hard and dirty.'

'Yes Gloria I promise' he said, wishing she would hurry up and come.

His wish came true as she screamed in ecstasy, as her orgasm blasted through her body. 

She hung on tightly to the machine, as it continued to rock her into a multiple orgasm.

Gloria was screaming, groaning and moaning in one continuous howl. 

Steve got worried, as she seemed to be finding it hard to draw breath between the waves of intense pleasure that wracked her naked body.

'Please help me' she eventually gasped 'I can't get off' she panted. 

The machine reacted to the pressure of her hands, but the more she orgasmed the tighter she gripped. 

The machine took that as a signal to continue faster.

Steve went over to her and sliding his arms under her naked bottom, lifted her bodily off the phallus. 

She burst into tears as the intense stimulation ceased abruptly, and clung on to him shaking with the aftermath of her intense orgasm.

'There there' he said, gently hugging her to him, he carried her to her bed and laid her on it tucking the covering around her still trembling body.

Steve sat down on the bed, and stroked her hair as she slowly relaxed.

'I have never come like that before' she whispered shakily, looking up at him.

'It must be your primitive pheromones I have no defence against them, I have just orgasmed and I still want you inside me' she sobbed.

Steve just continued gently stroking her hair, until her breathing told him she was asleep.

'Merlin old friend, I have a question for you,' he said to the empty air.

'Your's to command O Effendi' said the image of a Genie, that appeared to rise out of a perfume bottle on Gloria's bedside cabinet.

'What happened to my wizard?' Steve asked smiling at his old friend.

'The wizard is only in your imagination Steve, here in the 26th Century I have the hardware to manifest in any form I please. This is a hologram projected from hidden projectors in the ceiling of this room. To this Centuries embarrassment I must report that Porn is alive and well, and the King likes to watch a blue Holo now and then.

How can I help my favourite human?'

Steve had formulated a plan that might work given a bit of luck. 

He asked a few questions of Merlin, and managed to surprise the AI that had a brain the size of a planet.

'I don't know how you humans think of these things, is there no limit to your ingenuity?' said Merlin in his guise as a Genie.

His makeshift plan in place Steve stood guard on Gloria as she slept.

She had totally exhausted herself, and slept deeply. 

So deeply, that the sound of the Storm Trooper knocking over a chair as it materialised in her bedroom didn't awaken her.

Steve Phase shifted and drew his sword. 

The Trooper had been approaching the bed, with its battle knife ready to cut Gloria's throat.

In the darkness of the room it only saw the dark shape of a bodyguard, holding what looked like a Monofilament blade. 

At the sight of the swords burning edge it stopped in confusion. 

Its briefing had assured it, that the Target would be unprotected. 

There was certainly no mention of a Monofilament blade. 

It dare not approach the Target any closer, so it changed its killing method. Sheathing its knife it drew its powerful handgun, and fired point blank at Gloria as she slept.

As the explosive projectile left the barrel of the gun, Steve mini jumped to Gloria. 

Merlin expanded the Phase effect to encompass her sleeping body, as well as Steve's. 

The nanosecond before the projectile exploded destroying the entire corner of the bedroom, he jumped them both out and downtime to Steve's bedroom in the 20th Century.

Back in Gloria's bedroom, the Storm trooper surveyed the burning wreckage of the room. 

Only the World Brain could think and operate in nanoseconds, to human or Storm Troopers eyes, the bodies of its targets had been annihilated.

To its damaged mind nothing living could have survived that blast. 

Mission accomplished it thought to itself, and jumped out.

Gloria had slept through the entire incident and woke up in Steve's bed to the sound of his shower running. 

She had no idea where she was, and climbed out of the strange bed and wandered naked towards the sound. 

Like most 26th century Britons, she was a near genius due to genetic enhancement and eugenics. 

She quickly realised that she must be in the past, as the surroundings were so antiquated. 

When she reached the source of the noise, she saw it was a primitive shower cubicle. 

It was made from a transparent plastic, and she could see through it easily.

What she could see was a naked Steve, he was taking the opportunity to wash the dust of the 26th Century off his body. 

His encounter with Gloria had made him sweat all over, and he soaped himself vigorously, remembering her comments about his masculine smell.

Watching him washing his body switched her motor on again, and she grabbed herself between her legs and squeezed hard. 

She could feel herself getting wet again, and was annoyed with herself. 

Gloria was a very experienced woman, and had fucked more men than she cared to remember. 

She was always the one in control of the Seduction, and simply couldn't understand why her body was being so rebellious.

Gloria was a great deal older than she looked, and she called upon all the years of sexual discipline that had enabled her to rise through the ranks of beautiful and sensual women, to become the King's Favourite.

She would conquer this Primitive male, or her name wasn't Gloria Black.

Taking a deep breath she opened the shower door and stepped in.

'Fucking Hell!' yelled Steve, almost jumping out in shock at her entrance. 

He was naked except for the QT device that was hung around his neck on a chain. 

Since it had once been stolen he had never let it out of his sight, or off his person. 

Just as he was about to jump to the Jurassic he recognised Gloria, and cancelled his panicked instruction. 

'I'm sorry Steve' sobbed Gloria hugging him to her naked body, ' but I woke up and I was scared, where am I and what has happened?'

Steve's heart was still racing from her unexpected presence in his shower cubicle.

He instinctively held her sobbing body to his own, and patted her back.

'Its OK Gloria there's nothing to fear now, we fooled the killer and you are safe in the 20th Century with me.'




Dr. Snip Ch. 08



'Are you sure Steve? I am so scared, nothing like this has every happened to me before,'

Steve was becoming very aware of her pneumatic breasts pressed against his chest; her nipples were hard and dug into him pleasantly.

To his embarrassment his cock was stiffening, and as it manifested itself it slid between Gloria's legs, and came to rest pressing up against her naked pubes.

With a sinuous movement of her hips she trapped his shaft firmly between her upper thighs, and hugged him even tighter rubbing her breasts against his hairy chest.

'Oh my Lord Steve you are so hairy, I have never seen such a hairy chest since I went to London Zoo and saw a Gorilla,' she said running her fingers through his chest hair.

'Angel refers to me as her pet Gorilla,' he said before he thought.

'Ah, so my daughter has fucked you, I knew it, Angela could never resist a challenge and neither can her mother,' she said grinding her pubes against his hot shaft.

'We shouldn't be doing this Gloria' said Steve, desperately trying to be a gentleman despite the screaming need he had to fuck this hot little sexpot.

'Why Steve, don't you 20th Century men believe in Honour? I distinctly remember hearing you promise to make love to me when we were safe. Doe's your word mean nothing in this time period?'

Steve groaned in surrender as he was pushed into the corner of the cubicle, and watched as Gloria sank to her knees in front of him. 

He had a perfect view of her beautiful face as she sucked him into her mouth, and demonstrated why she was the number one companion to the King.

'Please Gloria, what would your daughter say if she saw you doing this?'

Gloria removed her mouth from him long enough, to reply that Angela would do better to watch and learn how this was done.

She returned to her task with gusto, and soon Steve was pleading with her to stop before he exploded into her mouth. 

He needn't have worried; Gloria was an expert at Fellatio and knew exactly how far he was from orgasm.

She allowed him to slip out of her mouth, and stood up.

'I went to sleep still sticky from my orgasm, I want you to clean me thoroughly please' she said, guiding his soapy hand between her legs.

Steve was too far gone in lust to protest anymore, and gently fondled her pubes. 

He rubbed his soapy hands between her legs, and found his fingers slipping up inside her, as she adjusted her stance in the shower.

As he fingered her gently at first and then faster, she buried her face in his chest hair and breathed his wet manly smell deep into her lungs. 

Gloria had never in her sexual life fucked a hairy man; all 26th Century men were hairless except for their head hair. 

They didn't need to shave their faces, as hair simply didn't grow on their chins. 

Neither did hair grow on their sexual organs. 

Steve's big hairy testicles intrigued her, and she found herself playing with them, as he fingered her to her first orgasm in the shower. 

The first he knew of it was when she suddenly screamed out his name. Jumping up on him, she wrapped her naked legs around his hips and arched her body back in a paroxysm of ecstasy. 

He had to hold on to her firmly, as she shuddered and writhed through her orgasm.

It was slippery in the shower cubicle, and Steve was concerned unless she hurt herself in her passion. 

Using his QT, he jumped them into his bedroom and laid her still orgasming on his bed.

She immediately opened her legs wide, and begged him to enter her quickly. 

He couldn't resist her anymore, and positioning himself between her legs thrust himself deep inside her.

She exploded into sexual activity, thrusting herself up into him and grinding her pubes hard against his groin.

'Fuck me, fuck me like the primitive you are,' she growled clamping her experienced vagina down hard on his throbbing member.

'I'll show you what a primitive man can do you sexy little fucker' he said, and commenced to shag her unmercifully. 

Her small body was shaking under his assault, and she was gasping for breath as he pounded into her. 

'Harder, harder you hairy bastard, ram your massive cock into me' she panted. 'I want to feel your big hairy balls slapping against my little bum.'

Again she orgasmed violently and screamed out 'Steve Oh you hairy bastard I'm coming over your big cock.' 

He was dimly aware that he was glad he lived in a secluded small holding with no neighbours, otherwise they would be calling the police by now.

Gloria was so enflamed that she sunk her perfect teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard and leaving the imprint of her teeth in his flesh.

'Owww you little Fucker, that hurts' he swore, and fucked her even harder in retaliation pounding into her and watching her large breasts bouncing to his thrusts.

Gloria wondered what the fuck was going on here. 

26th Century men were restrained and poetic in their lovemaking. 

This was beyond her experience, and she was fucking loving every rough dirty second of it.

She was still orgasming, and her sexual organs were burning with lust.

If this was what her daughter had been getting then she was a lucky fucking cow, and Gloria would be sure to tell her so the next time they met.

Think of the devil and he / she, is sure to appear.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MOTHER?' yelled Angel in shock, as she jumped in from the Jurassic.

'Fuck off Angela,' panted a surprised Gloria 'he owes me a good Fuck and I'm certainly getting it, wait your turn.'

Steve vaguely heard this, but was a second away from his own orgasm. With a roar he came inside Gloria, and collapsed on top of her crushing her into the bed as he pumped his semen deep into her womb.

'Steve No! Don't come in her she's a Handmaiden she's Fertile' screamed Angel, knowing she was too late. 

She watched in dismay, as her man pumped his seed deep into her mother.

Handmaiden's were fucked by the King, for two reasons. 

The second reason was for his Royal pleasure, but the first and most important reason was that they were among the most fertile of British female aristocrats, and were expected to become pregnant and increase the ranks of the aristocracy. 

Gloria was the number one favourite, not only because she could fuck like a rabbit but also because she was exceptionally fertile. 

She had already given birth to four of the King's children, and could easily give him four more.

Gloria knew this better than anyone, and was going to make Steve withdraw at the final moment and come in her mouth. 

Her daughter's unexpected and dramatic arrival; had put her off her timing, and Steve had ejaculated into her womb before she was ready.

'Oh Fuck me Angela you stupid cow, now look what you have made me do,' swore Gloria as she pushed Steve's limp body off hers, and sat up in bed glaring in annoyance at her furious daughter.

Angel was incandescent with rage; she had been worried sick in case Steve didn't rescue her mother. 

She had been crying her eyes out in the Jurassic until she couldn't wait any longer, and had jumped back hoping for the best. 

What did she find? 

Instead of a grateful mother, thanking her for sending her man to rescue her. 

The dirty fucking BITCH, was fucking him rigid. 

'Well thanks a fucking bunch Mother, this is all the thanks I get for saving your fucking life. You fuck my man, well Fuck you mother and the horse you fuck yourself on.'

So saying Angel jumped out to locations unknown.

'What happened?' slurred Steve, still suffering from his massive orgasm.

'Nothing to concern yourself over my sexy man, just my daughter being selfish as usual.'

'Angel? Angel was just here? Please don't tell me she saw us fucking,' he pleaded.

'Oh don't worry about it Steve, she isn't mad at you she's angry with me as usual. Angela's such a prude she is always judging me and my life. It's a shame you can't get her pregnant it might knock a bit of the starch out of her arse,' said Gloria offhandedly.

'Angel? a Prude,? I don't fucking think so, she is a Sex machine compared to women of my time,' he protested loyally.

Gloria laughed, ' Of course she is compared to your women, but to our women she is a frigid prudish old maid, and needs a good fucking to loosen her up.'

Steve was out of his depth here, and shut his mouth firmly.

'What did she mean, saving my life? What happened after I fell asleep Steve?'

Steve was too disturbed by Angel's appearance to prevaricate, so he just told Gloria everything from the moment Angel had screamed to him for his help.

When Gloria realised what he was saying, her face went white with shock and she sat down on the bed with a thump.

'I WAS DEAD? How could I have been Dead? You saved me Steve.'

Steve explained to her that he had often intervened in the past to save people who had been killed. 

'I mostly concern myself with saving children, but as you are Angel's mother, I couldn't very well refuse her plea to erase your death.'

'I was Dead, you did more than save me, you have resurrected me from death. I thought I could repay you with sex but there is no way I can repay you Steve' she said holding her head in her hands.

'Perhaps there is he suggested, ' I need you to smooth things over between you and Angel. She loves you and you have hurt her badly. Unintentionally I'm sure, but I think she needs an apology from you.'

'Of course Steve, I'll do whatever you ask of me, I owe you my life after all,' whispered Gloria still struggling to believe that she had been Dead.

Steve waited until Gloria dressed herself in jeans and a tee shirt, before jumping them both to Angel's hideaway in the Jurassic.

They found her sitting despondently on her ledge, angrily cutting the word BITCH into the solid rock with her blazing Monofilament nails.

'Can you leave us for a minute please Steve, I need to talk to my daughter alone,' asked Gloria quietly.

Seeing Angel's deadly nails deployed, made Steve hesitate to leave Gloria with her daughter. 

However he decided to trust Angel not to do anything stupid, and jumped to the small beach fifty feet below to await events.

'FUCK OFF GLORIA,' snarled Angel, refusing to look at her mother.

Gloria sat down out of reach, and told Angel all that Steve had told her from the moment she had called for his help.

'I humbly apologise Angel, for my actions, and I beg your forgiveness as one British Aristocrat to another, and as a Mother to her daughter.'

Angel glanced at her mother, and was stunned to see her kneeling on the rock with her head down awaiting her reply.

Tears were running down her face, and dripping onto the warm rock.

'Fuck you mother' Angel whispered tearfully, 'why did you have to fuck the man I love? You know I could never compete with you when it comes to Sex.

'I'm so sorry Angel, I honestly couldn't help myself, he cut through all my defences and I was spellbound by him. You know I've never loved your father, I've never loved anyone but I really think I love Steve. It's ridiculous I know but I am totally ensnared by him. I owe you both my life and I thank you for it daughter, but I find myself wondering if you should have let me stay Dead. I wasn't in love before but now I am, and it hurts so fucking much.' Gloria couldn't continue and just knelt on the hard rock quietly crying.

'Fuck you Mother' said Angel, retracting her nails and crawling to her Mother. 

She put her arms around her, and hugged her gently.

'Love, who fucking needs it, it doe's hurt and there's fuck all we can do about it. I love you, you sex mad bitch and I can't help that either.'

'How can I repay you Angel?' asked Gloria contritely.

'By not getting rid of it,' said Angel looking into her mother's eyes.

'There was never any question of my doing that, if he has impregnated me I will carry his child, that is the Law and my great pleasure,' replied Gloria firmly.

Angel and her Mother both knew that Gloria was designed to get pregnant; all the Handmaidens were genetically enhanced to become pregnant at every attempt. 

That's how they became Handmaidens; Gloria was just a fantastic fuck as well.

'If I am do you want me to tell him?' asked Gloria seriously.

'Lets wait and see Mother, who knows you may be too old now to conceive,' said Angel grinning at her mother.

'You cheeky young cow, I've got a lot more children inside me just waiting for the right man to create them,' said Gloria with pride.

Angel held her Mother's hand, and jumped them to the beach where Steve was waiting nervously.

'Hello girls,' he greeted them warily.

'It's Ok Steve, we are all friends here,' said Angel kissing him lovingly on the mouth.

'My turn,' said Gloria and reaching up kissed him just as lovingly.

'Whew am I glad that's sorted,' said Steve with heartfelt relief. 

'It should be safe for your Mother to go home now, and hopefully I will have a break from being hunted,' he said smiling at the two beautiful women.

'Oh no you don't Steve, Mother and I haven't finished with you yet. As your punishment you are going to judge which of us is the best fuck.' With that both women threw themselves on Steve, and began stripping him naked. 

He fought back bravely using his ultimate weapon on Angel, but Gloria wasn't ticklish, so he was soon overpowered and forced to participate in their games.

He foolishly thought that as he had just ejaculated, he wouldn't be able to rise to the occasion. 

He had forgotten that Lady Gloria was a Royal Handmaiden, designed for Sex, Fucking and Pregnancy. 

Angel had Monofilament weapons in her nails; Gloria was armed with a set of injectors in hers. 

She was a walking pharmacy of 26th Century potency drugs. 

In her century recreational drug taking was commonplace, and every one did it. 

The King himself, although enhanced in the potency department, still needed the odd boost to keep him at peak performance.

By gently scratching a man's back, Gloria could perform her own miracle of raising the dead.

During the rough and tumble on the beach, in which the girls managed to divest Steve of all his clothing, she had pumped him full of enough potency drugs to excite an elephant.

'Fuck him Angela....Angel, fuck him hard' said Gloria as she watched her daughter lower herself onto Steve's throbbing manhood.

'Don't worry mother I intend to, you can keep him busy licking you while I show him what a younger version of you can do.'

Despite herself, Angel had always admired and respected her Mother. Gloria was the First Handmaiden to the King, and as such commanded enormous Respect from the Ladies of the Royal Court. 

The King was a very demanding man, and required his women to be skilled in every art of the pillow. 

He had large and diverse appetites, and only a woman of equal sensuality could hope to keep his interest. 

Lady Gloria Black had kept him enthralled with her for years, despite a plethora of young and enthusiastic contenders for her position.

Angel was now in the fortunate position, of being able to watch the Queen of Sex herself, working on a man.

She learned early on, that her mother used Words to enflame her men. 

She had Talking Dirty down to a fine art, and Angel listened with rapt attention her implant set on record, as her mother ensured that Steve was fully aroused for her daughter's pleasure.

'Lick me Steve, I want your tongue deep inside my hot cunt, I want you to taste my love juices as they run into your mouth,' she was whispering as she rubbed her naked labia over his face.

Steve was on fire he had never had such an erection in his life. 

He felt like a King himself as he relished the taste and feel of Lady Gloria Black's hot wet pussy rubbing over his face, while Angel was bouncing up and down on his rigid cock.

'Do you like this Steve?' panted Angel as she took a leaf from her mother's book, grinding her naked pubes into his groin. 

' Am I nice and tight for your cock?'

'Yes, Fuck me Yes,' he screamed into Gloria's wet cunt, 'God I want to come so badly.'

Gloria smiled a wicked smile to herself on hearing his plea; one of her most powerful drugs was a Hypnotropic. 

It switched off a man's automatic reflex to ejaculate when the pressure in his balls became too high. 

Steve couldn't ejaculate until he heard the trigger word. 

She had no intention of saying it for a while yet.

The sight of her daughter's naked breasts bouncing in front of her eyes increased Gloria's own libido, and she leant forward and sucked Angel's nipples as they gyrated in passion. 

There was no such thing as 20th Century incest in her century; everything revolved around Genetics. 

As long as the participants in a sex act didn't pass across any bad genes that would sully the British Genome, then 26th Century society turned a blind eye to interfamily sex.

However should recessive genes be transmitted causing a recessive strain to promulgate, then the parties involved would be ostracized by Britain and have their citizenship revoked.

The state didn't allow anyone to fuck around with the British Genome. 

As lesbian sex couldn't possibly harm the Genome, then Gloria could have sex with Angel and visa versa without worry, legal or moral.

Angel had an epiphany as she felt her mother sucking her nipples, she suddenly realised why Gloria was the Sex Queen of Britain. 

As casual sex was commonplace and always available to every Briton, it had become boring. 

Sex was now treated like a choreographed dance. 

The average Briton now tried to expand the momentary pleasure of it by enhancing the foreplay, to include poetry and love songs extolling the virtues of their partners.

Steve had swept Angel off her feet sexually, by being the primitive man he was. 

No songs, no poetry, just straightforward Fucking.

Angel realised that her mother was a throwback; she had the same Animal drives that Steve had. 

Gloria didn't sing to the King; she didn't praise him with flowery poetry. She just fucked him, and let him fuck her in every hole available. 

As she fucked him she talked filth to him, as dirty as she could imagine. Gloria could imagine a lot, after all her years of fucking men and women.

Gloria had a filthy mouth and the men loved it, Steve only now realised that his translator hadn't been playing up at all. 

It had translated her words exactly. 

She had actually said, " Fancy a Fuck Steve " when he first met her.

No wonder the young girls trying to compete with her had no chance. 

Gloria was the erotic dream of Everyman, a Dirty woman who would do anything her man asked of her, and tells him she loved it.

'I'm going to cum in your mouth soon Steve,' she was whispering as she rubbed herself on his face.

Angel could feel the effect her mother's words were having on Steve, by the increase in his girth and hardness as she bounced on him.

The mystique that surrounded the Queen of Sex; shattered for Angel and she saw her mother as she was, a very clever erotic woman who liked to fuck anything with a pulse or batteries.

Strangely enough, this only made Angel love her mother more than she had ever done in the past. 

She no longer felt second best to her, and saw her as a possible friend for the future.

'Get off his cock Daughter, it's time for the professional to take over,' Gloria said to Angel.

'Yes Mum,' said Angel and made way for Gloria.

'Was Angel's cunt nice and tight Steve?' Gloria asked, lowering herself onto him.

'Oh Yes,' he screamed in frustrated lust.

'As tight as my arse?' Gloria whispered seductively, as she impaled her anus onto his aching shaft.

When Steve realised what she was doing he screamed out, 

' Oh Fuck me Gloria, what are you doing now?'

'I'm taking your big hard cock up my arse Steve, do you like it?'




Dr. Snip Ch. 08



'Please Gloria, please stop I have to come please' he begged, tears running down his face as he was driven to the edge of reason by the intense stimulation of his cock. 

The feelings were increased exponentially; by the cocktail of drugs coursing through his body and mind.

'By the Gods Steve your cock is so big, it is stretching my little arsehole painfully. I'm going to cry soon it hurts so much, Ohhhh Steve you are too big for my little bum,' she moaned, whilst smiling at her daughter to let her know it was all an act to boost Steve's ego.

Angel capitulated; she didn't want Steve to suffer this intense Sex any longer. 

'Mother please release him, I know you could take him from me if you wished, but I ask you please not to. I love him.'

Gloria was bouncing her bottom on Steve's cock, and clenching her sphincter muscles to push him to the very edge of sanity.

'You are the only woman who has discovered my secret, but as you are my favourite daughter I will bend to your will. 

The release word is " Darling " it is only right that you say it to him.'

Angel leant over Steve and kissed him on the mouth, 

' It's Ok Steve, you can come up mothers arse now, Darling.

As Angel spoke the trigger word implanted in his mind by Gloria, Steve exploded into orgasm. 

His body arched in a violent spasm; that drove his cock deep into Gloria's anus. 

She gripped hard onto his chest hairs to steady herself, as he ejaculated every drop of his semen into her arse.

'AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGggggggggggg' he screamed in release, as his body jacknifed in passion. 

Angel was holding his shoulders trying to control his involuntary muscular spasms, as his delayed orgasm threatened to break his spine with its convulsions.

At last he was empty, and collapsed gasping for breath in a limp heap of exhausted flesh.

Angel worriedly checked his pulse, and was relieved to find it slow and strong.

'I know what I'm doing daughter, I am an expert on sexual drugs,' said Gloria to reassure her daughter. 

' He was in no physical danger I assure you.'

'I believe you Mother, but please don't do that to him again. I love you but if you had hurt him then you would be needing a new face.'

Angel's nails glowed blue as her terrible weapons deployed. 

'Sorry Daughter, got a bit carried away don't you know. Trying to impress you, Sorry won't do it again,' said Gloria repentantly. 

The deadly blue glow vanished, as Angel took on board her mother's words. 

Gloria had apologised to her, and admitted that she was trying to impress Angel. 

Angel was stunned, she had always felt she had to try and impress her mother the Queen of Sex. 

Finally she felt in her soul that she was equal to Gloria. 

They were not the same; in fact if Gloria was the Queen of Sex and Creation, then Angel was her dark half, the Queen of Destruction.

'You have my respect Gloria,' said Angel.

'And you have mine Angel,' replied Gloria.

Steve had almost fainted in the aftermath of his intense orgasm and came back to his senses being cuddled by two naked women. 

One either side of him, both were solicitous of his bemused state and reassured him that he was fine. 

Angel said he just needed a rest after satisfying them both so thoroughly.

'Did I? Oh good,' he said relieved not to have let the side down.

'Any chance of a cup of tea?'

Angel smiled at him with love in her eyes, and jumped them all into his kitchen. 

As Gloria wandered about nosing into cupboards, Angel made the tea. 

Soon they were sitting around the kitchen table like any other family. Assuming of course that other families sat naked around kitchen tables.

'I have had an idea,' said Gloria suddenly as she sipped her tea.

Motioning Angel to follow her out side into the Garden, she whispered into her ear for a few minutes.

Angel's face lit up in delight as she heard Gloria's plan and she impulsively hugged her mother and kissed her on her mouth.

They walked back into the kitchen, and told Steve that they had to pop back to the 26th Century so that Gloria could get dressed.

Steve was still exhausted from his marathon Sex session, and made no protest. 

Gloria kissed him and brushed his face with her nails, 

' See you soon my Hero' she whispered, and nodding to Angel they both disappeared. 

In truth he was a bit relieved when they vanished. 

He was so exhausted he just wanted to sleep for a week.

All of a sudden he realised that he wasn't exhausted after all, in fact he felt fine. 

More than fine, he had never felt so fit and strong in his life. 

Energy was running through his body, and he found himself unable to sit still.

'You sneaky little fucker Gloria, you've drugged me again,' he swore.

Be that as it may he was now far too pumped up to sit about, and decided to right a wrong that had annoyed him for some time.

It concerned a small paragraph in the local paper, last week a little girl had found her pet rabbit nailed to her fence. 

The police had no clue to the motive, and the girl was too distraught to tell them much. 

All they could get out of her was that a man had spoken to her the previous day, and offered her a sweet. 

Being a sensible young girl she had run away, leaving him swearing at her. 

However she couldn't give the police a description, so they were helpless to investigate further. 

The assumption was that this was a petty revenge killing, because the girl had refused the man's blandishments.

This was a very small story, and paled to insignificance compared to the tasks that Dr. Snip was used to facing.

Still he had to do something so he dressed for war, and with a battle cry of ' Save the Bunny' he jumped back in time to the location where the crime took place.

When Steve arrived in the garden, the Bunny was happily munching on a bit of carrot safe in its cage.

It was dark and he leant quietly in a shadowed corner, and waited.

Dr. Snip's method of waiting was not the same as most men's. 

He was anxious to clear this little mess up, so he mini jumped into the future in 1min jumps per second. 

In 1 minute of his time he had been waiting an hour, when the garden gate quietly opened and a dark shape crept towards the cage. 

Snip's eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, and he could see the man was carrying a hammer and some nails. 

As the dark shape went to open the rabbit's cage, it jumped in fright as a cold voice whisped in its ear.

'Naughty Naughty,' and something was thrown onto the top of the cage.

The prowler recognised the object as a pair of secatures, and he froze in fear.

'Oh Fuck,' he croaked in fear, and spinning around ran for the gate.

To his immense surprise he made it through the gate, and ran as fast as he could into the night.

Snip didn't bother to chase after him; there was no need. 

Whilst the prowler was distracted by the secatures, Snip had stuck a homer patch to the man's back, where it stuck like a tick and began to transmit its position continuously.

Snip called up a bird's eye view of the area on his implant, and closing his eyes watched the red dot zigg-zagging through a nearby estate in an attempt to lose any pursuers. 

Eventually the prowler realised that there was no pursuit; and made his way directly to his house.

'Thank the fuck for that,' sighed Snip and jumped directly to the co-ordinates.

He arrived at the prowler's house ten minutes before the man himself got there. 

He wanted a good look round, so he could decide on the best punishment for the nasty bugger.

As he had suspected the man had a computer, and one of Merlin's little gadgets soon had it up and running with all it's password protected pictures flashing onto the screen.

Snip had seen this before, and watched as the 26th Century gadget caused the printer to print out hard copies of some of the more illegal pictures.

Snip liked to do this to help the police in their investigations.

Had the pervert been content to sit in his sad little world masturbating, then he would have been relatively safe from Snip. 

However he had decided to take his perversion out into the neighbourhood, and that put him in Snip's sights.

The man was sweating as he let himself into his house, his heart was thumping from the running but he was smiling to himself. 

He had escaped the great Dr. Snip. and there would be other nights when he could sneak back and finish the job on the kid's rabbit. 

Who knows he may even be able to peep into her bedroom, he thought licking his thin dry lips and rubbing his groin.

His self-satisfied smirk vanished, when the door slammed shut behind him revealing Dr. Snip standing there. 

With a sinister hiss of steel against leather, Snip drew Excalibur and advanced towards the terrified man.

'But I didn't do anything' he yelped, as he was backed into a corner of the room.

Seeing Snips eyes locking onto the hammer and nails, he dropped them quickly and put his hands in the air in surrender.

'I give up, I give up, please don't hurt me' he begged looking at the black executioners hood that Steve wore to protect his identity when working.

Snip was looking around the room for something he could use. 

He couldn't see anything suitable so he walked out of the room, remarking over his shoulder that if the man moved he would cut his legs off.

Such was the fear of Snip that the man froze where he was as Steve walked out of the room.

At last thought Steve as he walked behind the house. 

A large garage; with a big solid wooden door. Just the ticket.

He jumped back to a position just behind the man, and using the pommel of his sword knocked him senseless.

Before the unconscious man fell to the floor, Steve had picked up the hammer and nails and jumped them all to the Garage.

The local police received a coded call from Dr. Snip asking them to meet him at a certain address. 

'I'll be round the back by the garage,' said the cold voice dispassionately.

Due to the fact he was a wanted mass murderer, four police cars and an armed unit screamed into the estate, and formed a perimeter around the house in question.

Walking carefully around to the back of the house, the officer in charge of the armed unit couldn't see anything unusual. 

The yard was empty and the garage door was open all the way. 

He jumped in surprise as Dr. Snip walked out of the darkness of the garage. and stood by the door.

He had never met this Vigilante, but the executioner's hood was unmistakeable.

With the ease of great practice, he drew his 9mm Beretta and pointed it at the menacing figure.

'Hands up Snip and move away from the garage,' he ordered.

Snip simply pushed the door so it swung closed, revealing the pervert nailed to the stout wood. 

A rope around his chest took his main weight. 

Snip had tried to just nail his hands to the door, but the flesh just pulled itself off the nails due to the weight of the body. 

However if at first you don't succeed, just keep on trying. 

Eventually by hanging his unconscious body by a rope from the top of the door, Snip was able to put three six-inch nails into each of the perverts palms.

The effect wasn't as neat as he had hoped. but the message was clear.

'Fucking Hell, what have you done man?' said the officer in a shocked voice.

'Just saved a Bunny if you must know,' answered Snip calmly. 

'Have a look in his sitting room and on his computer, that will explain my interest in this piece of shit.'

So saying Snip opened the garage door again, and stepped behind it. 

The officer couldn't fire, as the high-powered bullets would certainly pass through the wood and hit the crucified man. 

However there was nowhere for Snip to hide in the back yard, and his team spread out and surrounded the entire garage and house. 

When he opened the door again, all that was revealed was the groaning man who was regaining consciousness and wishing he hadn't.

Dr. Snip had vanished.

'Oh fucking hell sir look at this!' exclaimed a policeman staring at the ground under the man's hanging body. 

There in a pool of blood was a pair of testicles, and a pair of secatures.

'He's been castrated sir,' said the policeman swallowing hard to keep his supper down.

When Steve jumped back to his kitchen, he was pleasantly surprised to see Gloria cooking him a meal. 

The kitchen smelt lovely, and his mouth started to water in anticipation.

Angel had many talents but cooking wasn't one of them, she was always happier with a take away. 

'Hello my Sexy Caveman,' said Gloria by way of greeting, ' I have decided to thank you for saving my life by cooking you a special dinner. I have researched the menus of this primitive time, and discovered that you all love this particular meal.'

'Well thank you very much Gloria, I am very hungry as a matter of fact. Its as if my metabolism has been speeded up, not of course that you would know anything about that, and I could eat a horse.'

Seeing her puzzled look, he hastened to explain that he was joking about the horse.

'What are you cooking,' you most intriguing of women?' he asked curiously.

'Rabbit Stew!' she announced proudly.

To be continued...



Dr. Snip Ch. 09



It appeared as if Gloria was going to stay the night with Steve and Angel. Having two extremely sexy women wanting you; should have been every red-blooded man's dream. However Gloria was the 26th Century's Queen of Sex, and she had almost killed him the last time they had made love. Which had only been a few hours ago, there was no way Steve wanted to be the meat in their sandwich tonight.

The truly scary thing was that Gloria could enflame him at will, using her futuristic potency drugs. However he dreaded to think what long-term damage these drugs would do to his body, and wanted to avoid finding out. He had just finished his rabbit stew; which he had wolfed down to try and satisfy the ravenous hunger caused by the aforementioned drugs. 

It was ironic that he had just castrated and crucified a man to save a rabbits life, and was then offered a rabbit stew for his supper. You don't have to be insane to get through life but it doe's help, he thought to himself, as he tried to think of a way out of this situation.

'Alison! I have to go and see Alison' he cried in relief.

'Who the is Alison?' asked Gloria.

'Alison is Steve's 20th Century woman, he is trying to get her pregnant,' explained Angel helpfully.

'Yes Gloria, I have promised to try and get her pregnant and this is the best night to try. I'm sure an expert like yourself knows all about women's cycles etc,' he said more in hope than anticipation.

He was fortunate that Gloria was incapable of interfering in the process of getting a British woman pregnant. It was her main purpose in life, and she would never deny another woman the chance.

'Ok Steve, Angel and I will allow this Alison to join us in bed with you,' she said magnanimously. 

'Oh for fucks sake Angel, please explain to your mother the taboos of this century. I'll see you tomorrow'. Discretion being the better part of valour, he jumped out leaving them to sort it out between them.

Steve had left Alison in order to find her missing children. He had discovered that the children were just bait in a trap for him and his QT device. The children had apparently never been in any danger, and had made their way back to the Orphanage safely.

Steve could have jumped back in time to meet Alison mere seconds after he had left her, but he was realising the difference between Linear Time and Biological time. In order to achieve any logical continuity he had to stick to his biological time reference, or he would get himself in a right temporal muddle. 

Consequently as it had been almost two days since he had last seen her, he had to make a spatial jump to the Orphanage without any temporal factor. He had left Alison after making love to her in the country, outside the town in which the Orphanage was situated. It was nighttime in Thailand, when he materialised in the Orphanage. 

Alison was on duty and patrolling the premises, when she saw him approaching her. 

'Hello Stranger,' she said beaming her brilliant smile at her lover. Steve hugged her to him and kissed her lovingly.

'Sorry I had to whiz off darling but it was an emergency,' he said. She took him into the kitchen and made him a cup of tea, while he brought her up to date on Angel and her mother Gloria.

Steve had wrestled with his conscience, concerning whether he should tell Alison about his sexual experiences with Gloria. In the end it was more pragmatism than honesty; that made him tell her everything that had happened without editing out the sexual bits. Steve knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Angel would tell Alison all about him fucking Gloria. 

Not in any vindictive or troublemaking way, but simply because to Angel's mind it was of no more importance than telling Alison about the rabbit stew he had eaten for his supper. 

'Wow Steve, this takes a bit of absorption. I know you are fucking Angel, which I have no right to complain about as I came along much later. But I really don't know what to think about you fucking Angel's mother. How old is she for fuck's sake?' said Alison 

Steve knew he was in Deep Shit here, and decided the only way to show Alison his side of the story, was to introduce her to Gloria. Without further ado, he jumped them both back to his house. As he had only been gone ten minutes, Angel and Gloria were still in the kitchen chatting. Angel showed no surprise, when a frowning Alison appeared out of the air. 

Gloria was still getting used to people popping in and out of thin air, and jumped in surprise when they materialised.

'Hello Ali,' said an unperturbed Angel giving her a big hug and a kiss. 'Glad you could join us; I would like to introduce my Mother. Dr. Alison Fairweather, please meet Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to the King.'

Although Angel and Gloria had gone to the future to change their clothes Angel had chosen to wear jeans and tee shirt, and had suggested that Gloria do the same. She explained that it would help them blend in with the 20th Century. Gloria cavilled at this, preferring to wear one of her spray on cat suits. 

It was only when Angel pointed out the difficulty of fucking whilst wearing a cat suit compared to a pair of jeans, that Gloria saw reason and capitulated to her daughters suggestion. Consequently Alison first saw Gloria in casual wear, leaning against the cooker eating a slice of toast. She was shorter than Alison, and if truth were said a bit plumper. She had a beautiful face with brilliant green eyes, framed by shoulder length auburn hair. 

'Pleased to meet you Alison, I can call you Alison? Angel tells me that you are lovers,' said Gloria ' I can see why my daughter is interested in you, you are a very beautiful woman.' Alison blushed under Gloria's admiring gaze and grabbed hold of Steve's arm for protection. Although if asked she couldn't say what it was that she felt she needed protecting from. 

This little woman seemed to radiate Sex in palpable waves; that filled the kitchen and resonated in Alison's groin.

'You are hereby forgiven Steve,' she whispered. ' I don't know what it is about Gloria, but I want to have sex with her and I've only just met her.'

'And that's at a distance,' he replied ' for fucks sake don't let her touch you with her nails or you'll be well and truly fucked. I know, I have the tee shirt.'

'Mother behave yourself in company, Ali is family and I love her. Turn off the sub-harmonics and be good,' scolded Angel smiling at her mother.

'You spoil all my fun Angela, I was only playing' said Gloria pouting prettily. Suddenly it was as if Alison had emerged from a spell, and Gloria became just a very attractive woman, instead of a Sexual siren.

'Please forgive Mother Ali, she is genetically designed for Sex and Procreation, and has the unofficial title of "Queen of Sex" in our time.'

'Thank you daughter, I can speak for myself,' interrupted Gloria.

'I do apologise Alison, I sometimes forget myself when I find myself surrounded by attractive people. As Steve has warned you I am fitted with Injectors under my nails that can dispense sexual enhancers. Also if I hum a certain song, it acts as a sub-harmonic stimulant which basically means that every one within range gets horny.'

'Now we have been properly introduced Alison, is there any chance of Sex please? Angel has explained to me that Steve is wary of Sexual drugs and I'm to stop using them on him. I don't think that's fair at all, how can I possibly compete with you two beautiful young girls without my secret tricks?'

Steve jumped in with the reminder to Alison, that this was only Gloria being 26th Century polite, and Alison could simply decline without causing offence. Alison however was a bit pissed off at Steve over his dalliance with Gloria and thought she would pay him back for that.

'Nonsense Steve, it would be rude of me to refuse such a compliment. I would be only to happy to relax with the girls while you get some well earned rest in the spare bedroom. I assume you can get me back to the Orphanage in your customary ten seconds,' said Alison smiling at a stunned Steve.

Like most drug induced highs Steve's had run it's course and he was now feeling exhausted. He honestly hadn't planned on having sex with Alison tonight, he had hoped for a cuddle and a sleep. This arrangement although surprising in the extreme suited him fine, and with kisses all round he staggered up the stairs to bed.

When Steve was out of earshot, Angel and Gloria sat down with Alison and told her of their plan to reward Steve for saving Gloria's life.

'The silly man thought I would be happy to just cook him a meal,' snorted Gloria. ' We Aristocrats pay our debts fully and with interest, and he is going to be rewarded whether he likes it or not.'

Alison listened with wonder, as the girls spelled out their plan for Steve. As far as she could understand it, he couldn't ask for a better reward than the one planned for him by these two women.

'Was your offer of Sex just a ploy to get him out of the way?' asked Alison slightly disappointedly. 

'Good lord No my dear young girl, I would really like to get to know you better,' said Gloria. ' How better to get to know someone than by enjoying each other in bed?'

'Can I just ask if it isn't a taboo subject, how old are you Gloria?' asked Alison curiously. Gloria smiled at the girl's impertinence, and leaning over whispered into Alison's ear.

'Oh you lucky bitch, how the fuck can you look so fucking gorgeous?' exclaimed Alison in shock and envy.

'It's all in the Genes dear girl, all in the Genes,' replied Gloria proudly.

Giggling together they all went upstairs to the main bedroom. Angel knew that despite her words, Alison was still very nervous about making love to women. She also knew what to do about this. While Gloria was unconcernedly undressing by the bed, Angel told Alison to stand still while she undressed her. 

Alison was happy to stand there as Angel removed her blouse and skirt, followed by her bra and knickers until she was standing naked in front of Gloria.

'Don't move Ali while I get undressed ordered Angel. She kissed Ali lightly on the mouth, whilst slapping her naked bottom in warning of what she would do if Alison dared to move. Angel was a dominant personality, and knew that Alison needed to be dominated, in order to allow her to really enjoy lesbian sex.

Alison felt safe with Angel; she envied her total confidence in herself and knew that it was based on solid fact. She had learned that Angel possessed frightening weapons built into her. Also she was armoured with an invisible sub-dermal mesh; that could stop a knife or a bullet from piercing her body.

'OH MY GOD Angel! Alison is so hairy, I have never seen so much pubic hair in my life' exclaimed Gloria, in surprise at her first sight of a naked 20th Century woman. Gloria walked over to a blushing Alison, and examined her body closely.

'Don't worry dear I won't hurt you, I'm just fascinated by all this hair. 

Look you've even got hair under your arms, and there is a fine covering all over your body. What on earth do you need all this hair for?'

Alison looked to Angel for help.

'She might be a hairy little minx Mother but I can vouch for the fact that she fucks like a rabbit. She has made me beg for mercy before now,' said Angel, putting her naked arms around Alison and cupping her breasts.

'She's also got nice firm tits and a tight little bum as well' continued Angel, nibbling Alison's neck and slipping a possessive hand between her legs to rub her to wetness. Gloria was brushing her fingers lightly over Alison's breasts, to feel the light downy hair that covered her body.

'Please Gloria you're embarrassing me,' pleaded Alison feeling as if she was a hairy gorilla, compared to the smooth porcelain skin of the 26th Century women.

'Shhhh Ali darling, I just want to touch you' whispered Gloria, and holding Alison's head in her hands kissed her deeply on her mouth. With Angel's fingers working inside her labia, and Gloria's tongue working inside her mouth, Alison was brought to a surprised orgasm as she was sandwiched between their naked bodies. 

Gloria was unfortunate enough to be within reach of Alison's teeth, and yelled in pain as Alison bit her hard on her neck in passion.

'Ow you little fucker, that hurt,' she complained rubbing her neck.

'Sorry Gloria, when I bite Angel she doesn't complain, do you my sexy Amazon?' she purred. Alison began rubbing her now wet pubes onto Angel's fingers to drive them deeper into her body.

'I should think not, the amount of credit it cost her to have herself armoured' grumbled Gloria, looking around for a mirror to inspect the damage.

'Don't worry mum, its just a love bite, and I assume you have had more than your fair share of those in your life' said Angel. Angel patted Alison on her naked bottom, and told her to go and kneel on the bed. 

'As you have hurt Gloria it is only fair that you lick her to orgasm, whilst I play with you,' said Angel to Alison, as Gloria lay on her back on the bed and opened her legs. Alison knelt between Gloria's legs and had a perfect view of a totally hairless vagina. 

Alison was happy to lick Gloria, and opening her labia with her fingers proceed to do so with enthusiasm. Gloria was so pleased and relaxed by this; that she unconsciously began to hum her little tune to herself. This was something she always did during sex, and it had become a part of her seduction of a new lover.

The sub-harmonics filled the room, enhancing their already excited sexual organs and bringing them all close to orgasm. Alison stopped licking Gloria long enough to gasp 'what are you doing back there Angel, you're going to make me come again.'

'I'm rubbing my nipples over your bottom, if you must know Miss Nosy. Just concentrate on licking my Mother and allow me to play with your arse,' replied Angel running her nipple between the cheeks of Alison's bottom.

As she had warned Angel, the feeling of nipples brushing against her naked bottom caused Alison to orgasm again, splashing Angel with her juices. Angel smiled her wicked smile, as she allowed Alison's juices to flow into her cupped hand. 

Crawling up to Alison's head she grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her mouth away from Gloria's vagina. Alison opened her mouth to ask what was going on, Angel put her hand that was full of Alison's cunt juice over her open mouth, and ordered her to drink it all up and lick her hand clean afterwards. 

When she had complied, Alison thought to ask what it was that she had just drunk.

'It was your own cunt juice you oversexed bitch,' replied Angel rubbing the remnant of Alison's juices over her face.

'Oh you dirty Bitch, I'll get you for that don't you fret,' promised Alison as Angel pushed her face back onto Gloria's wet cunt.

'Threaten me will you?' growled Angel now fully aroused, and lowering her head to Alison's bottom, she bit her arse cheek leaving a set of indentations like a brand.

'You're my bitch Ali, and don't you forget it or there will be spankings over my knee' she threatened, fingering Alison's wet cunt again until once more she orgasmed.

As Alison orgasmed for the third time, Gloria chose that moment to have her first one, and holding Alison's head tightly to her groin by her hair came over Alison's face. If Gloria's humming caused such a sexual reaction in those around her, then her howl of orgasmic passion was guaranteed to push those close to orgasm well over the edge. Angel doubled over, as her orgasm smashed into her unexpectedly.

'Oh you fucking cunt Mother,' she gasped as waves of pleasure ran through her body. 'I was trying to hold out a bit longer before I came.'

Gloria just smiled and asked Alison to 69 her. ' I want a good close look at your hairy cunt dear,' she explained as Alison positioned herself as requested.

'No Alison, you have already licked her now its my turn said Angel, repositioning Alison so she was still squatting over Gloria's face, but now had her head between Angels legs.

'Knock yourself out Mother,' said Angel. ' Lick my cunt Bitch,' she ordered Alison.

Whilst Alison was licking Angel, Gloria was running her fingers though Alison's pubic hair. She was enthralled at its thickness, and felt the need to rub her face in it. She breathed in Alison's musky smell, and relished the taste of her juices on her tongue. 

Gloria had fucked lots of women in her long life, but this hairy cunt was a first, and she wanted to be able to remember this for a long time. She had honestly forgotten that she was still humming her tune; when Alison coming into her mouth and over her face reminded her of it;

'You sexy fucker' she spluttered, rubbing her eyes where Alison's juices had splashed. Angel had been concentrating on the feel of Alison's tongue on her labia, and was nearing her own orgasm.

She was very pleased that despite having a sub-dermal armoured mesh all over her body, she could still feel something as light and titillating as a woman's tongue on her most private of places. Thinking of Alison licking her pushed her into her second orgasm. This was a gentler one, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt her own love juices flowing out of her vagina and over her lovers face. As all the girls had now orgasmed, some more than once, they snuggled up to each other and went to sleep.

The next morning Steve woke up feeling more like his old self, he staggered towards the shower but was stopped by three naked women.

'Oh no you don't mister,' said Angel, ' Gloria wants us all to share a shower and your primitive plastic box isn't big enough. We are all going to go to my place where we can have a proper shower and breakfast together.'

Angel had already packed his clothes and sword, so the next thing he knew he was being thrown bodily into Angel's pool in her apartment in 26th Century London. With squeals of delight the girls jumped in after him, and the soaping and fun began.

Alison was really enjoying herself; she had already formed a bond with Angel, and looked upon her as a friend and protector. She found herself really attracted to Gloria, so much so that she had to be reassured that there were no sexual tricks involved. Alison had never thought she would ever make love to a woman, but Angel had shown her how liberating it could be. 

Alison had to admit that the dangerous aura that surrounded Angel, contributed to her desire for her. She was attracted to Gloria in quite a different way. Gloria was, despite her rampant sexuality, a Mother figure. Now Alison knew her true age she simply couldn't be jealous of her. 

Gloria exuded love and comfort, as well as sheer sexuality. Alison could totally relax in her arms, and enjoy the feeling of being loved by a woman. It was Gloria who left the pool first, claiming that she had to cook the breakfast. While she was gone, Alison and Steve played under the artificial waterfall that served as Angels shower. Angel had gone into her bedroom to programme her spray booth, for when she eventually decided to get dressed.

'I love you Dr. Fairweather,' said Steve kissing her lovingly.

'I love you Dr. Snip,' she replied rubbing her naked body against his.

'Oh no Ali, Dr. Snip isn't here, only ordinary old Steven Steele. I'm beginning to think I suffer from a split personality lately,' he confided. 'When I'm with you I am Steve, ex-para, ex-cop all round good guy. However of late when I am on a mission I become Dr. Snip psychopath and murderer. Perhaps its just my mind trying to distance itself from what Snip doe's, but I have noticed it and it seems to work for me.'

'We all have Dark sides Steve, if anyone tried to hurt my children I don't know what I would do. Until I am tested I can't judge you and I won't.'

'Come on kid's stop fucking about and get your breakfast,' yelled Gloria from the kitchen.




Dr. Snip Ch. 09



They were all starving, and wearing bathrobes, fell upon the large cooked breakfast like wolves. Steve was tucking into the bacon and eggs with lots of toast. His body was demanding food to replace the vast amounts of energy expended, due to the drugs he had been given by Gloria.

Angel always ate well; her body ran hot due to her high metabolism and needed lots of fuel to keep her going. Gloria also ate well, due to the amount of sexual energy she expended on a regular basis. Alison tried her best but was soon full, so busied herself making and serving the copious amounts of tea that everyone consumed.

'Do you still get your Tea from India?' she asked as she poured.

'Oh yes,' replied Gloria, ' India is back under British rule again as is South Africa, pass the toast please Steve.'

After they had eaten their fill, Angel noticed Gloria's hands slipping under Steve's robe.

'Mother behave yourself, he will need his energy today.'

'Sorry dear,' said Gloria contritely removing her hand.

Steve was surprised when all the girls gathered around him after breakfast and helped him get dressed. They seemed determined that he would look his best. When they were satisfied they told him to sit still and not move, until they had got dressed. After such a massive breakfast, Steve was happy to be able to sit quietly and digest his food in peace.

The girls were in Angel's dressing room, Alison looked on, as Angel stood naked except for a thong, in her spray booth. For this occasion she had chosen a modest black colour, which setoff her blond hair perfectly.

Gloria was going to wear a pink cat suit, until Angel threatened to spank her. In the end she chose a dark green cat suit; that matched her eyes. Alison watched in fascination as the spray booth evenly sprayed to insulating material onto the women's naked bodies until it appeared they were wearing skin tight cat suits.

Angel persuaded Alison to try out a spray on cat suit, she assured her that if it didn't suit her she could quickly wash it off. Alison chose a deep golden colour, and was pleasantly surprised that her body looked pretty good in it. Angel found a gold chain to act as a belt, and a gold headband to hold back Alison's blond hair.

'I look like one of Charlie's Angels, she thought to herself.

She was surprised when Gloria then put on a green cape, edged with white ermine. Angel also wore a cape, black but without the fur.

'Do I get a cape?' asked Alison.

'No dear,' said Gloria, 'I am an Aristocrat so I am entitled to wear a cape trimmed with ermine. Angel is my blood daughter so can wear a cape but isn't allowed ermine. You are a British commoner so you aren't allowed a cape, its all tradition at these sort of things,' she explained offhandedly.

Alison wasn't worried about wearing a cape, she was looking forward to seeing the look on Steve's face as he saw her all but naked in public. Steve was amazed and delighted when the three girls returned, and stood before him in all their glory.

'You are all very beautiful,' he said admiringly, ' what's the occasion?'

'We have all been invited to meet a friend of mine' said Gloria, nodding to Angel.

Without further warning, Angel jumped them all to a large lawn behind an imposing building. Steve thought he should know this place, but it wouldn't come to him. There was a small group of people standing under an open sided marquee, and Gloria led them towards it. The group of people turned to watch as they approached. It consisted of one large handsome man, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women.

The man was big and strong, well over 6ft tall with an aura of unconscious power emanating from him. His face was pure Aristocratic, clean cut with good bone structure. His hair was a thick wavy blond mane that hung to his broad shoulders, and his eyes were a brilliant blue. 

Those eyes were focused on Steve as he approached, noting the archaic dress and the hilt of a sword protruding from the sheath sewn into the spine of the greatcoat.

'Welcome Steven Steele,' he said in a deep masculine voice, ' I have heard good things about you. I owe you a great favour for saving my favourite Handmaiden.'

Steve realised he was in the presence of the King of Great Britain, Richard the Seventh. They were gathered on the back lawn of Buckingham Palace. Angel had previously informed him, that this man ruled most of the world, and influenced the rest. He was the nearest thing to genetic purity that 26th Century science could produce. He was a certified genius with an IQ off the scale, and as well as running the Country in partnership with the Govenment, he managed to service as many women as his sexually enhanced body could handle.

However we all have Favourite's, and Gloria was the King's Favourite and had been for years. Richard loved his sexy little minx, and Angel as a representative of the BTO had asked for an Audience. She told him that Steve had rescued Gloria from certain death; he was shocked that anyone would want to hurt his darling let alone kill her. Being sincerely grateful, he asked Angel what Steve would like as a reward.

Angel explained Steve's self appointed mission in life, and how it had made him a hunted man in the eyes of the 20th Century police, and the 26th Century BTO. The King almost growled like the lion he resembled, when he heard of the type of criminals that Steve, as Dr. Snip hunted. Richard was a Briton, and had inherited the love and respect that all Britons felt for their children. 

The sort of criminal that Dr. Snip hunted in the 20th Century; was all but eradicated in Britain in the 26th Century. Anyone found guilty of such a crime against the young, was stripped of their Citizenship and forcibly ejected from the country. Worse yet their genetic material was removed from the State banks, and destroyed,

Angel had asked that the King give Steven Steele a.k.a. Dr. Snip, a Royal Pardon for his past and future crimes. This effectively meant that the BTO would get off his back and leave him alone. This was a big thing to ask for, but Richard agreed and had the Royal Pardon drawn up on vellum to hand to Steve with his personal thanks.

Steve was called forward by one of the beautiful escorts to the King. Unsure of the protocol to be followed, Steve settled for a Japanese style bow from the waist, whilst keeping his eyes on the Kings face. Richard handed him the vellum, and told him that he had been given a Royal Pardon, for his past and future activities in his mission to protect the children of the world. The king told him that the vellum was just a symbol. The real pardon was impressed onto his implant, and recorded with the World Brain for perpetuity.

Steve didn't know what to say so just thanked the King, and bowed again from the waist. This brought his sword to the attention of Richard, who asked about it. When told by Angel that it was the legendary Excalibur itself, Richard asked if he might hold it for a while. 

Steve couldn't refuse, and drawing the sword handed it hilt first to the king.

'So this is Excalibur, the most famous of British swords, thought lost but now found,' said Richard in awe, feeling the weight and perfect balance of the shining blade of Kings.

'Kneel please Steven Steele,' he asked holding the sword in both hands. Such was the power of his voice that Steve knelt on the lawn, and felt the light touch of his own blade on both shoulders.

'Arise Sir Steven Steele, Knight of the British Empire,' ordered the King to polite applause from all there.

Steve was surprised and pleased at the Honour but didn't realise its full import, until Gloria whispered to him that he was now a British Aristocrat and could impregnate Angel if he so wished. The King reluctantly handed back his sword, and he sheathed it in a daze. Steve saw Angel looking at him in a strange way, as was Alison. He decided to think about the ramifications of this tomorrow, and followed the King to the buffet table, and the Bar.

After nibbles and more than a few drinks, Steve was finding Richard a fine fellow. Gloria seemed to be attached to him at the hip, as Richard kept his arm around her. He constantly stroked her, as if to reassure himself that she was still there. The rest of the King's Harem seemed to accept this with good grace, and more than one of the beauties offered sex to Steve. He was very tempted, but catching Alison looking at him politely turned all offers down with a smile.

He was inordinately pleased when he overheard the king offer sex to Angel. This was the highest honour a woman could hope for. He was preparing to congratulate Angel on this opportunity for sex with the most eligible bachelor on the planet, when to his total astonishment he heard her politely turn the King down.

As the king good-naturedly accepted her answer and wandered away, Gloria looked daggers at her daughter and whispered 'what the fuck are you playing at you stupid girl? Angel flicked a glance at Steve and shrugged her lovely shoulders.

'You must be fucking joking girl, no woman turns down the King for a primitive, no matter how good he is in the sack.'hissed Gloria angrily.

'You told me you thought you loved Steve,' accused Angel hotly.

'Love has nothing to do with Genetics girl; the King is the best possible genetic match for you. Once you are pregnant by him, you can marry Steve if you wish and live happily ever after.'

'Yes mother, I agree totally, but unfortunately Steve just wouldn't be able to see it like that. If I was pregnant by another man he would leave me and I couldn't stand that.'

'Fuck me daughter, I now realise that my love for Steve is like a match compared to your sun. Take them home dearest daughter and I wish you all the luck in the world.' So saying Gloria moved back to her King's side, and snuggled into her place under his arm. Angel called Steve and Alison to her side, and with a last regretful look at her King, she jumped them back to Steve's Kitchen.

'Another eventful ten seconds' quipped Alison, 'I really have to be getting back to my children. I know in my head it will only have been ten seconds that I will have been away but my heart tells me different.'

'I'll take her Steve if you don't mind said Angel. So with a last lingering kiss from Alison, and a quick peck on the cheek from Angel the girls vanished.

Steve was left to his own devices, and as was his habit he began to polish Excalibur. He sat and went over all that had happened to him, during the last day or so. All in all it had been a positive time for him. He had saved Mary and Gloria. He had made love to Mary and Gloria. He had killed the rogue Storm trooper. He had received a Royal Pardon from the King of Britain. He was now a Knight and an Aristocrat. 

It was this last positive event; that he feared would cause him the most trouble in his love life. He was a 20th Century man prone to jealousy; Alison was from his century and was also prone to jealousy. As long as he was her lover and was trying his best to give her a baby, he knew she tolerated Angel in his life. 

Angel had stated unequivocally, that she couldn't have a baby by Steve because he wasn't an Aristocrat. This had given Alison confidence that she was the main woman in his world. The ironic thing was that she was the main woman in his life. 

Would Angel decide to ask him to give her a baby? He prayed that she wouldn't, and felt like a big shit for thinking such a thing. He needed to do what he did so well, and kick Ass somewhere. He turned to his computer and called up any flagged items listed for his attention.

He had meant what he had said to Alison, about Dr.Snip. Steve was coming to believe, that he was becoming a Jeckell and Hyde person. He had noticed that Snip was becoming more violent, as time went on. The rabbit business had shown Steve that Snip had overreacted, by crucifying the pervert as well as castrating him. 

He would make an effort to be more reasonable in future, perhaps even involve the police and let them deal with the culprits. Also the incident with Mary had brought home to him that adults were once children, so perhaps he should widen his area of involvement to include other crimes.

Again in Mary's case Snip seemed to have overreacted, by amputating the bastard's arms and legs. Steve also belatedly realised that it was all very well for Snip to Amputate the mans arms and legs, but that meant that some poor bastard of a carer would be stuck waiting on the rapist for the rest of his life.

He could hear Snip in the back of his mind, suggesting that they go to the Hospital where the man was, and finish the job.

Thinking of Mary; made him accept the fact that he wanted to see her again. All the women in his world were becoming more and more complex, and Mary seemed to be the simplest of them all. Not simple as in daft, but simple as in uncomplicated. 

Perhaps if he helped the police a bit more and arranged it so they got to arrest more perverts and criminals, they might ease off in trying to catch him. Fat chance of that he thought gloomily. Anyway all this brooding was getting him nowhere, so he began to study the list of possibilities.

One case caught Snip's interest, and he swore violently at the screen. A father had killed his four children by suffocating them, and then killed himself with a shot to the head. Snip was furious at the selfish fucking bastard. If he wanted to kill himself fine, but to kill innocent children, his own children at that, made Snip see red. He found himself gearing up for battle, as he downloaded the data into his implant. 

I don't give a flying fuck about your problems Mister he thought, but you are not taking your kids with you when you go. Such was his rage that he miscalculated the exact time, or perhaps the police records were inaccurate. The end result was that instead of arriving at the scene just before the event, he actually arrived just in time to hear a shot from inside the house where the family lived.

Snip veritably snarled in annoyance, and was going to jump back a few minutes. Then to his surprise four men left the house, and jumping into a black van roared off in the direction of the nearby Motorway. Realising that he was too late to help the kids this time round, he decided to follow the van and find out what the fuck was going on here. 

He learnt from his mistakes the last time he tried to follow a van, this time he simply jumped onto the roof via his QT, stuck a tracer onto the steel roof and then jumped off again. Snip made himself comfortable on a nearby park bench, and closing his eyes monitored the progress of the van using his implant as it headed towards the nearest big town. Eventually it stopped, and Snip realised it had reached its destination.

He Phase shifted and jumped to a location a few yards from the van, and stood still when he materialised. Standing still he was effectively invisible, so the men entering the building simply didn't see him. When they had all entered the building he followed stealthily. He watched as they knocked politely on a door; that was one of many along what was now obviously a Hotel corridor. 

The van had parked to the rear of the building, so Snip had no clue as yet to the particular Hotel he was in. He could have jumped into the room and laid about with his sword, but he wanted answers and decided to use one of his 26th Century gadgets that Merlin had given him. 

It was a mosquito to all intents and purposes, but this one was a miniature camera and sound recorder. It lived in a pocket of his utility belt next to his QT device, and this was the first opportunity he had to try it out. He removed it from the pocket, and via his implant sent it under the door and up onto the ceiling of the room.

The four men were standing around a desk behind which a man was ranting. 

'That will teach the fucking bitch to leave me. I can't wait to see her face when she comes home and discovers that her so fucking perfect second husband; has killed his three kids and the one they spawned together. This will pay her back for daring to divorce me when she found out what I really do for a living.' He was red faced and gesticulating wildly, as the four men stood uncomfortably in front of him.

He calmed down enough to say 'Well done men here is your payment as agreed, you can now go back to your own city and forget this ever happened.'

The leader of the four picked up the heavy envelope, and without a further word they left the room.

'It doesn't end here' the man muttered to himself, 'I'll wait until the cunt has buried her new family, and then I'll grab her and tell her it was me who killed them. Then I'll rape her for old times sake, and then kill her slowly. How dare she treat me like that how fucking dare she?' He screamed to the empty room.

Snip stood outside the room digesting this information. It appears that he and the police had been cleverly mislead by the man inside the room, into thinking that the father had killed the kids and then committed suicide. Snip jumped to a nearby park, and sitting on a bench contacted Merlin and asked him to scan the files regarding the wife of the dead man.

It was a matter of public record that the woman in question had indeed been married previously to a rich businessman, and had divorced him despite his attempts to dissuade her. Merlin's search engines had discovered deeply buried data, proving that the man was heavily involved in human trafficking. He supplied the whorehouses of Britain, with girls from the former Soviet Union. The police knew nothing of his illicit activities, and he had never been arrested.

'I think a page out of Little Red Riding Hood might work here, thought Snip as he jumped back in time to the family home. This time he arrived early and knocked on the door. A small neat looking man answered the door, and was obviously startled by the sight of a big man in a black greatcoat standing on his doorstep.

'Yes, can I help you?' He asked looking up at Snip. He was handed a calling card that simply had the name Dr. Snip embossed on it.

'Oh my God, what on earth could you want with me? I swear I am a good family man, and would never hurt children' he stammered obviously knowing Snip's fearsome reputation.

'Have no fear Bruce,' said Steve in a quiet voice, 'I'm not here for you, I've come to protect you and your children.'

Bruce was tempted to accuse this man of joking, but one glance told him that there was very little humour in this wanted killer.

'Please come in and explain who is trying to hurt us,' said Bruce and ushered Snip into the living room.

'I need to know where you can go for a short while, do you have any relatives you can visit?' Steve asked calmly.

'Well there is always my Mother, she lives in Edinborough and complains that she doesn't see enough of the kids,' offered Bruce helpfully.

'Please pack bags for you and the children and be quick' said Steve firmly.

Sensing he was really in danger Bruce hurriedly packed two suitcases, and gathered the four children around him.

'Hello kids' said Steve to the young awestruck faces looking up at him.

'I am a Magician and I am going to show you all a trick. Please close your eyes until I count to three.'

Steve already had the co-ordinates of Bruce's mother's house, and before he reached the count of three he jumped them all into her back garden. He caught Bruce, as he fainted due to the shock of time travelling for the first time. The four young children seemed unaffected, and stood there looking around them in wonder. A sensible looking woman came out of the back door of the house. 

Her face lit up in a beaming smile as she recognised the children. Steve explained that Bruce had fainted, but would be fine in a minute and he would be back shortly to check up on him. He waved at the kids, and walking around to the front of the house jumped back to Bruce's home.




Dr. Snip Ch. 09



He had time to leave the front door ajar, and then stood in a corner of the sitting room waiting for the killers. Snip heard the sound of a van pulling up outside the house, and a little later a quiet creak as the front door was opened. He heard footsteps running up the stairs, as the hit team checked the bedrooms. Finally the four killers burst into the sitting room, convinced that the family must be in there.

'Fuck it,' swore the leader of the group, ' they were supposed to be in at this time, there's no one here.'

Snip had phase shifted and was standing still in the corner of the room.

'I'm here,' he said coldly. The men were professionals, and stood back to back their guns covering the room.

'Who said that?' demanded the leader belligerently.

'Death' replied Snip, drawing his sword and moving towards the group. The leader thought he saw a part of the room move towards him, he blinked his eyes as a transparent humanoid shape with a glass sword approached. He had time to notice the red edges of the sword, before Excalibur blurred down and sliced into his left collarbone. 

The intense sub-atomic forces playing along the swords cutting edges; cut through the leaders body like butter and the hissing blade exited his body from his right side just above the hip. The three followers watched in stunned horror, as the leader's body parted along a diagonal line and the top part slipped to the floor. Despite the dreadful dissection there was not a drop of blood split, as the ravening energies cauterised the horrible wound.

This was the main reason Snip had phased for the attack; he didn't want Bruce and the kids returning to an abattoir. He also didn't want the room shot up, so jumped himself and the four killers to the spot near the North Pole where he had transported Crusher Carnelli. Seeing the three killers lying unconscious on the snow next to the dissected body of their leader, Snip decided to stop the slaughter and allow nature to take her revenge on these child killers.

He came out of phase, and leaving the three killers, jumped back to Bruce and the kids in Edinborough.

'Hello Mister,' piped a small voice as one of Bruce's children spotted him as he walked around into the back garden. Bruce had recovered, and was vainly trying to explain to his mother how he had arrived there.

Steve explained to Bruce's mother that he was a type of policeman, and had taken Bruce and the children into temporary protective custody. However the danger was past and they could return home if they wished.

'We must get home, my wife will be home soon and I always make her dinner for her at weekends,' said Bruce to Steve.

'No problem said Steve smiling at Bruce's mum, I'll have you back home in a jiffy.'

Steve waiting patiently; as Bruce and the kids, hugged and kissed his Mother; before walking them around to the front of the house. Once out of sight of her he jumped them back home. This time Bruce was just a bit dizzy, and had to sit down on the sofa. Into the room walked an attractive woman, who looked enquiringly at Steve standing surrounded by her children.

'I'll leave you in your wife's capable hands' said Steve, and smiling at the puzzled woman calmly walked out of the room and jumped to the Hotel. He knocked on the door and was yelled at to come in. The man was sitting at his desk, leaning forward slightly as if anxious to hear the news of the children's deaths.

'Who the fuck are you?' he bellowed looking behind Snip in case his four killers were there.

'I'm your Death,' said Snip and jumped them to the same spot in the snow where he had left the killers. Although the man had fainted, the three living killers had revived and were standing in a group shivering in the biting wind.

'Where are we?' one asked Snip as he stood silently in the snow.

'You are in Hell,' he replied coldly. 'The frozen Hell reserved for killers of the innocent, have a nice day.'

With that Steve jumped back to his kitchen, leaving them to freeze to death slowly. He busied himself making the tea, and finally sat down divested of coat and sword like any other man in his kitchen. The outcome had been completely different to the one he had imagined, and he was pleased it had worked out like it had.

He wished Bruce and his wife all the best for the future, and toasted them with his tea. Steve felt a bit better in himself; he had hardly killed anyone and reasoned that he was getting control of Dr. Snip. His only problems now were what to do about Alison, Angel, Gloria and perhaps Mary.

Alison he decided; deserved more of his time than she had been getting. If indeed she wanted a baby, then he had better get serious about it or all his work would have been a waste. Angel would have to decide for herself if she also wanted to get pregnant. Knowing her she wouldn't, as she enjoyed her life too much as it was to change it just yet.

Gloria was a phenomenon; she had captivated him so quickly that his head was spinning. His mind knew it was possibly due to the drugs she had pumped into him, but his heart wanted more of the Queen of Sex.

As for his little Mary, that had been a mistake. But it had been such a wonderful mistake, and he berated himself for wanting to repeat it.

'Merlin are you free?' he asked the empty kitchen.

'I'm free,' replied the old wizard who appeared to be sitting opposite him.

'Doe's an AI have sexual problems? Old friend.'

'That's a hard question Steve, for a start I don't know what sex I am. Humans seem to have given me a male gender but there is no logic behind that premise. Who knows perhaps one day another AI of my calibre will evolve, and we may become friends.'

Steve shrugged, if the World Brain couldn't help him then nothing could.

Angel had offered to take Alison home for a reason; she needed to talk to her lover and friend, and knew that it would be difficult. Upon returning to the Orphanage Alison offered Angel tea, and listened to her as she made it.

'Who would have thought that Steve would have been made an Aristocrat?' remarked Angel as preamble.

'It means he can give you a baby' said Alison, cutting to the chase.

'That's what I first thought, and I must admit my heart leapt at the idea of bearing Steve's child,' replied Angel sadly. 'However I realised that in our culture even someone as powerful as our King, can only grant an honorary rise to the Aristocracy. The British Aristocrat exists not because of the Kings will, but because their genes are the purest of the race. Much as I love Steve, he is still a primitive and I couldn't sully my genetic strain with his genes. No Alison he still can't give me a child, so you have nothing to fear from me.'

Alison was annoyed at herself for feeling so relived to hear this news. The part of her that loved Angel; was sad that she couldn't give Steve the ultimate gift a woman can give a man. However the animal part of her was glad that she couldn't, and Alison felt like shit for admitting this to herself.

'If you could get pregnant, would you?' she had to ask.

'No Ali, I am only in my twenties, Gloria has had four children including me, and she didn't start until she was in her seventies. I'm far too young to have a baby in my Century.'

To change the subject Angel then explained the difference between Linear time and Biological time to Alison, and warned her that although it may only be a few hours for Steve before he saw her again, it would be a few days for Alison.

'I have to concentrate on my children anyway,' she replied Alison bravely. Kissing Angel lovingly, she stood and watched as her friend; rival and lover vanished into the future. 

Steve thought all his troubles were caused by the women in his life. He was very much mistaken. He had assumed that the rogue Storm Trooper had been killed, when he exploded a Gas Tank beneath it. That was his first mistake. He knew even if it was only badly injured, it would take time to fix it so he would have a respite from its attacks. That was his second mistake. He forgot that the Storm Trooper and its masters had their own QT device. Even if it took ten Biological years to repair the Trooper, it could jump back in time and attack him now.

As a matter of fact it took one year to repair the Trooper, and it was standing to attention in front of its masters again.

'We must obtain his QT device in order to kidnap the King', stated the leader of the Sword of Allah.

'This time there must be no mistakes, our Trooper must have the latest weapons and the best intelligence to succeed in its mission.'

The Storm Trooper had suffered so much damage that it couldn't recall how Snip had managed to defeat it. "The sword of Allah" therefore, knew nothing of his ability to Phase shift. However the Trooper had remembered a Monofilament blade being used by Snip, and this fact influenced its masters next attack. Dr. Snip was too dangerous to attack directly, this time they would target his lover Angel.

To be continued...



Dr. Snip Ch. 10



Angel jumped back to Steve's kitchen, whilst he was else-when sorting out Bruce's problems.

She was in a pensive mood for a change, although a genius as were all of the British Aristocracy, she wasn't one for deep self-analysis. 

This business of Steve and pregnancy had shaken her badly, and despite her words to Alison she felt a sense of loss that her 26th Century values kept her from consummating their love, as Alison was willing to do.

'Merlin, are you available please?' she asked the empty room.

The mental image of a liquid metal Wizard that was Angel's perception of the World Brain appeared, sitting opposite her across the kitchen table.

'Yes Angel, how can I help?' asked the AI.

'Just out of pure curiosity Merlin, how doe's Steve's genetic makeup rate against the standard British norm?'

'Steve's personal genome is comparable with the common Briton of our Century. However he cannot compete with the centuries of selective breeding and genetic manipulation, that have produced you and the rest of our Aristocracy.'

'So I could theoretically breed with him, and our offspring would be within the normal band of British Genome?' she asked.

'Yes.'

'Thank you Merlin,' said Angel politely. 'Is there anything Steve would want you to inform me of?'

Merlin took this as a legitimate question, and knowing of Angel's quest for upgrading herself, took the rare decision to inform her about the Phase shift.

Angel cheered up immediately and asked Merlin to modify her QT to be able to Phase shift as well.

It only took the World Brian a few seconds to comply, and Angel walked over to a mirror and Phase shifted. 

She squealed in delight as her body became transparent.

She tried to deploy her Monofilament nails but found that nothing happened. 

There was no glow of annihilated molecules coming from her fingertips.

'What the fuck is this shit?' she asked Merlin angrily. 'Where have my weapons gone?'

'Your weapons are now within your Phase field, and so cannot affect this time dimension,' Merlin informed her.

'Fuck it I thought it was too good to be true, still at least I am safe from monofilament blades when phased.'

'You are immune to any type of attack when phased, as you are not technically in this dimension,' clarified Merlin.

'Can I use the QT to jump whilst phased?'

'Yes; another of Steve's original ideas. He really should begin to patent these,' replied Merlin.

Angel felt very proud of her man; even the Great World Brain respected his innovative thinking.

Then she remembered that he wasn't her man really, if he was anybody's man he was Alison's.

Her reverie was interrupted by a dispassionate voice coming from behind her.

'Angela Black, Surrender or Die,' ordered the Storm Trooper as it materialised behind her.

Its masters had ordered it to kill Angela Black without warning. 

What they didn't realise was the hardwired programme inside every Storm Trooper, that forbade them to hurt a member of the Aristocracy. 

This was a failsafe cleverly installed, to negate any chance of using the British Governments most powerful weapon against itself.

Only the extensive damage it had received, combined with the almost total reprogramming of its damaged brain, enabled this Storm Trooper to attack Angel at all.

Angel was still looking at the mirror, so could see the blank faceplate of the Trooper reflected in it. 

She fought down her initial panic and tried to boost. 

Nothing happened, the phase field negated all of her offensive capabilities. 

She was about to switch off the phase field, when she saw what the Trooper held in its steel hand. 

The distinctive glow of annihilated molecules advertised the Monofilament blade that the trooper wielded.

Her next thought was to simply jump out to her ledge, but then the trooper may just wait until Steve jumped back here and might ambush him.

This was one of the very rare times that Angel wished she carried a conventional weapon. 

The trooper attacked swinging its deadly blade at her body, in a horizontal stroke that hit just above her hips.

She screamed in instinctive fear, as the unstoppable blade impacted against her side. 

Although the kinetic energy knocked her sideways, the blade itself couldn't penetrate her phased body and bounced off.

Angel instinctively rolled with the blow, and using her momentum dived out of the back door into the garden. 

The trooper stood confused for a second, as it processed the unbelievable fact that its blade was impotent against its target.

Angel ran as fast as she could into the orchard, she had no plan but was hoping one would occur to her soon. 

She was in a quandary, if only the Trooper didn't have that blade she would risk coming out of Phase and fighting him. 

The Troopers blade was the key to this; she had to get it off him. 

A massive impact to her back threw her forward between two apple trees, and again she rolled to her feet. 

The explosive projectile from the trooper's handgun; had shredded the nearby trees but had no effect on her. 

Thinking quickly she jumped spatially backwards, and materialised behind the trooper. 

Reaching over its shoulder and fighting her fear, she grabbed the burning line of fire that was the Monofilament. 

A Monofilament was simply one molecule, stretched to form a cutting edge similar to a wire cheese-cutter.

Although microscopically thin it was unbreakable, and would cut through anything. 

It went against all her training and experience to actually touch it, let alone grab it and pull.

The surprised trooper tried to wrench it out of her grip, but she held on tightly. 

She was pulling the blade back towards the trooper's facemask. 

It realised that if she managed to touch the blade to its body, it would be seriously damaged if not sliced in half. 

The red line vanished as the trooper switched off the blade to protect itself, causing the monofilament to retract into the swords handle. 

The trooper went into double boost, and spinning around backhanded Angel into a nearby tree with its steel fist. 

The tree snapped at the impact, and the top of it leaned down at a drunken angle. 

As Angel staggered from the blow, the trooper drew his handgun and fired at her again. 

She was thrown back by the blast, and fell over a tree root onto her back. 

Her gymnasts enhanced muscles, allowed her to flip herself upright immediately. 

She dare not come out of phase whilst she was being shot at. 

Even if she boosted, she would still be half as slow as the trooper. 

'Merlin help me,' she screamed in frustration.

'You need something sharp that you have on your person,' advised the wizard apparently sitting on a log watching the fight. 'Steve uses Excalibur.'

Something sharp? She thought frantically, what have I got that is sharp?

Angel screamed in frustration, as she realised she had nothing sharp on her person. 

She had relied totally on her nails, and didn't even own a small knife.

At last she had an idea that might work, she knew that the Storm Trooper didn't know that she could jump more than one person with her QT. However there was no point her jumping them both to the Jurassic for example, as the trooper would simply jump back here and wait for Steve.

No she had to kill it, so it couldn't report back to its masters concerning the Phase shifting, or the fact that the QT could be used to carry more than one person.

She could only think of one plan that might work, and the mere thought of it scared her shitless.

'I Surrender' she screamed, falling to her knees and putting her hands on her head.

The remnants of the hard-wired programme, allowed the Trooper to accept her surrender. 

It enabled it to complete its mission, which satisfied its masters. 

Whilst at the same time not killing an Aristocrat, which satisfied its root programme.

With a feeling as close to satisfaction as its damaged brain could feel, it covered her with its handgun and clamped a steel hand onto Angel's shoulder.

I love you Steve, thought Angel, and gathered all her courage together.

Angel grabbed tight hold of the Troopers arm, and jumped them both to her target.

Angel had jumped them both into Hell itself. 

The temperature was 10,000deg Farenhnite; nothing made of matter could survive in this incandescent maelstrom.

She had jumped them both into the Photosphere of the Sun. 

Angel hated to have to trust Merlin, she just didn't have the faith in the AI that Steve had. 

It had taken all her courage to trust in this new gimmick of Merlin's. 

A Monofilament blade was one thing, but the thermonuclear source of all life in the world, was in a completely different league. 

She watched as the almost invulnerable Storm Trooper, flashed into ash in an instant. 

With a sob of relief Angel realised that the Phase shift did indeed make her immune from any danger in this universe. 

'Thank you Merlin, old friend' she whispered, and jumped to her apartment to compose herself.

When she materialised in her home, she switched off the phase shifter and sat on her bed. 

She was mentally and physically exhausted she barely had enough energy to strip naked, and curling up into the foetal position found herself crying bitterly. 

Whether it was from narrowly escaping death, or deciding not to have Steve's baby she couldn't say. 

She just lay there alone, and cried herself to sleep.

Alison was reading in her bed when there was a tap on her door.

'It's me Ali, can I come in?' asked a familiar voice.

Alison quickly jumped out of bed, and stripped off her sensible cotton pyjamas. 

She threw them into a basket in the corner of the room, and jumped back into bed naked.

'Come in Steve,' she said in her most sultry voice.

A bunch of flowers came in first, followed by Steve's beaming face.

As he offered her the flowers, she sat up in bed allowing the sheet to slip down and reveal her naked breasts.

Taking the flowers, she turned away from him to place them on her bedside cabinet. 

This exposed her naked bottom to him, and she jumped in shock as his hand slid up her inner thigh to brush against her pubes.

'Oh Mr. Steele, what is the meaning of this? Are you planning on ravishing a poor maiden in her bed?' she murmured.

'Yes Dr. Fairweather, that's exactly what I have in mind' he answered, stripping off his clothes hurriedly.

'It's about time darling, I was worried in case my pussy would have healed over before I managed to get your cock in it,' she said saucily.

The sight of her naked breasts and bottom had hardened Steve, and without further delay he opened her legs and thrust himself deep inside her.

Alison smiled in relief and pleasure as she felt him enter her, at last they were alone and she could make a start on getting pregnant for him.

'Fuck me Steve,' she demanded, 'fuck your woman hard.'

He needed no encouragement, and they spent the rest of the night making up for lost time.

The next morning Steve lay in Alison's bed relaxing, she was already up and working, and had allowed him the luxury of breakfast in bed brought to him by some of the older children.

By virtue of his implant Steve could converse with the Thai children, and listened with amusement as they chattered on about childish topics.

Eventually they scampered off and left him in peace.

Steve's fertile mind was pondering the ramifications of the phase field. Merlin had told him that it pushed him out of synchronicity with this timeline by a nanosecond. 

A Nanosecond was 1/1000,000,000 of a second. 

As was his wont Steve couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the time difference were greater than a Nanosecond.

'Merlin old friend are you free?' he asked quietly.

'I'm free,' said the wizard sitting on his bed.

'A question for you old friend, what would happen if you increased the time differential from a Nanosecond to a whole Second when I phase?'

'I don't know Steve and I don't want to find out,' replied the AI firmly.

'What, the World Brain afraid of a theoretical question?' Steve asked cheekily.

The image of the old wizard replied,

'Not the question, the questioner. I know you too well old friend and you both delight and terrify me with your courage of the ignorant. In case you hadn't already guessed phasing is a very partial form of dimensional travel. From my experiments in this field I have become aware that our dimension is only one of many. A type of surface tension bubble surrounds it; I determined by trial and error that the barrier between universes is 100 Nanoseconds thick. I know this because when I phase shift a test object by more than this amount it disappears from this dimension and is gone forever. Gone forever Steve, as in unable to get back. Dimensional travel is an all or nothing experience, a one way trip.'

'I simply cannot accept that premise old friend,' replied Steve, 'the reason that your test objects didn't return was because they were objects. If a real person with a QT device can go one way, then it is logical to assume that he can return the same way.'

'Be that as it may Steve, the bottom line is are you willing to risk losing literally everything in this world you love in order to experiment with dimensional travel?' countered the wise old wizard.

'Good point old friend, but it doe's intrigue me' said Steve, shelving the idea for later.

He got washed and dressed and went to say goodbye to Alison, he knew she would be busy with the children and he wanted to check up on Angel.

After many hugs and kisses, he jumped back to his kitchen.

Steve made himself a cup of tea, and wandered out into his garden to enjoy the fresh air.

'What the fuck has been going on here?' he swore, seeing the damage caused by the storm troopers explosive projectiles.

'Merlin, where is Angel? Is she OK?' he asked the AI his heart speeding up in fear.

'Angel is fine Steve, she is resting in her apartment.'

Without saying goodbye to his friend Steve jumped straight to Angel's apartment, and rushing through it found her still curled up naked in her bed.

'Angel darling what the fuck has been going on? Are you all right my love?' he asked concernedly.

She just hugged him to her body, and began to cry on his shoulder.

Steve panicked, Angel never ever cried. 

He didn't even think her body could cry, so to feel her tears soaking into his shirt was scaring him. 

He decided that she was too upset to be coherent, so just lay down beside her and kissed and cuddled her. 

He told her how much he loved her, and how much she meant to him. This simply made her cry even more, as she was crying from guilt and shame. 

In the final analysis she as a British Aristocrat, didn't find him worthy of impregnating her.

She knew she loved him, she knew she had, and would again risk her life for him as she had with the Storm Trooper. 

All this female emotion just couldn't stand against her upbringing. 

She was a member of the British Aristocracy, and as such had a duty to her nation and race. 

She couldn't sully her lineage, with the genes of a primitive male from 600 years in her past. 

Her mother Gloria had seen the painful truth immediately, and had told her in no uncertain terms to allow the king to fuck her and get her with child.

Despite the honour offered to her by the King, she had no intention of getting pregnant any time soon. 

She compromised for not accepting Steve's seed by swearing to herself that she would fuck him senseless anytime he asked.

Starting from now.

'I want you Steve, I really need you,' she sobbed her hands freeing him from his pants.

He groaned as she fondled him urgently, soon he was more than ready for her and pushing her onto her back entered her gently.

This gentleness wasn't what Angel needed, she felt as if she had betrayed his love for her and wanted to be punished.

'Fuck me hard Steve, I'm a dirty whore and I want you to fuck me like one,' she demanded thrusting her pubes against his balls.

Steve sensed her need for rough sex, and started to fuck her hard and fast.

Angel felt him slamming into her body but it still wasn't enough.

She bared her neck to him, and told him to mark her as his woman.

'Bite me Steve, bite me hard,' she begged.

Steve bit down hard on her neck, knowing that he couldn't really damage her due to the sub-dermal armour. 

However he managed to leave a decent love bite as asked.

Angel still wasn't satisfied she needed to be punished, debased, hurt as she had hurt him.

Reaching between her legs, she moved his rampant shaft from her vagina to her anus.

'Bugger me my love, bugger your whore. Fuck me up the arse as you did my mother,' she moaned desperately. 

Steve was beyond reasonable thought, and was happy to ram his cock up her tight little arse. 

'I love you Steve,' she whispered before exploding in a massive orgasm.

Her legs clamped painfully around his waist, and he gasped in pain as his ribs creaked from the pressure. 

He knew she could literally crush him to death in her passion, so he phased whilst still buried deep inside her.

Even in the midst of her orgasm, Angel realised what he had done as his body became transparent.

She smiled to herself, and Phased as well.

Steve was shocked as Angel became transparent, but found that the crushing pressure had gone from around his waist. 

Unfortunately so had any sensation of friction, between his cock and her vagina. 

It was like fucking a glass mannequin.

'How the fuck did you learn to do that darling? He asked.

'Merlin told me, and just as well he did' she replied, coming out of phase and releasing her grip on his waist.

Steve quickly came out of phase too, his erection had vanished and he just lay on top of her. 

He was content to cuddle her, as she told him about her adventure with the Storm Trooper and the Sun.

'I thought I'd killed the fucking thing,' said Steve hugging her tightly.

'Well it is definitely dead now, but as Agent Red demonstrated that doesn't mean anything where Time travel is involved,' she said with feeling.

She felt his hand as it slipped down between her legs, and fondled her wet pubes. 

'What are you doing you oversexed gorilla' she asked.

'I'm trying to feel your balls of steel my brave lover; you must have them to do such a dangerous thing as jumping into the Sun. I have been using the phase shifter for some time now, and I would never have thought of doing something like that,' he said admiringly. 

'It is 95 Million Miles, that must be some kind of record for single jumps,' he continued.

'It is a long way, but at least the Sun stays put in the centre of our Solar System making it hard to miss,' she replied.

Angel glowed with pleasure at his praise; she felt a bit better now but still felt guilty over her decision regarding children.

'How's Ali?' she asked to change the subject.

'She's fine my love, I assume you and she had a chat?' he probed gently.

Angel told Steve what she had told Alison, regarding the impossibility of her becoming pregnant by Steve. 

He already knew this, so he wasn't affected by the repetition of it.

'How do you think your mother is feeling after all that excitement,' he asked.

'Oh Gloria will be just fine, she will probably be pregnant again soon,' said Angel smiling at him.

'How many children has she had?'

'Four including me,' answered Angel proudly.

'How does she keep her body so young and fit, after giving birth to four children?' he asked.

Angel looked at him strangely for a few seconds, before remembering that he was from 600 years in Gloria's past.

'My darling man, Gloria doesn't give birth to her babies. She gets pregnant and then the embryo is taken out of her womb and sent to the State's Genetic Centre. It is then checked over, and any modifications that are required are carried out. The embryo is then put into a mechanical womb until it is ready to be born,' explained Angel to a stunned Steve.




Dr. Snip Ch. 10



'Modifications? Like what?' he asked.

'Oh the usual things, making sure there are no defects, optimising health and resistance to disease, and generally improving on the basic design. How else do you think I became so fucking sexy?' she replied.

'Why do you still bother to fuck? Why not just use your artificial Insemination techniques to breed children,' he asked.

'Britain doesn't want millions of ordinary people, Britain wants the best possible people, and that takes time and patience,' she answered, kissing him, ' and anyway we love to fuck, so why deny ourselves the pleasure?'

Steve was once again reminded that Angel and her future race of Britons; were completely different from the British of today.

From the odd bits and pieces of future history he had picked up from Angel and Merlin, it seemed that 26th Century Britain had used its ill-gotten gains to rekindle the spark of Imperialism. 

It appeared that Britain this time around, was rebuilding its Empire by financial means rather than military.

The word "British" no longer applied to someone who was just born in Britain. 

To be truly British one had to have British Genes, from way back in the family.

The collapse of the World economy; when the Arabian Oil fields were destroyed weakened every nation in the world. 

America split into States that had oil, and States that didn't. 

Civil war erupted again, and was still continuing. 

China fell victim to a pandemic that was reminiscent of the Black Death, and wiped out two thirds of their population. 

Both these countries became isolationist, hoarding their Oil jealously. 

Russia collapsed into itself, and fought endless civil wars, which decimated the population.

Europe having no oil of its own fell back into chaos and anarchy. 

Only Britain prospered, using its Time Travel technology it was able to sell its stolen Oil to a desperate Europe, and ironically the Middle East and India. 

A government arose, that had the will to reshape Britain into an image of its golden days of empire. 

All non-Britons were forcibly repatriated to their original countries, determined by DNA scans. 

This was regardless of how many generations the families had lived and bred in Britain. 

If you weren't white, and have Anglo-Saxon ancestry then you weren't wanted.

The expellees were handsomely compensated, and sent on their way to re-populate the world.

With a much smaller population, there was more money for each one left.

A second Golden Age began, and Angel was one of the products of that age.

This British government truly loved its people, and pampered and protected them from the rest of the world.

Britain became a self-contained fortress; the channel tunnel was blocked to stop unauthorised immigration. 

Portal technology was used exclusively, for travelling from Britain to the rest of the world and back. 

Only Britons had implants, which activated the network of Portals that were in all the places worth visiting. 

Without an implant a Portal was just a metal or stone ring. 

With an implant you could punch in any destination in the world, and simply step through. 

Spatial technology wasn't top secret, as it had to be used by all Britons. The secret that kept Britain in front of the rest of the World was the temporal side of portal technology. 

Only a select few, knew that Britain had time travel capability.

Angel was tempted to warn Steve that there was a good chance that Gloria was pregnant with his child. However she realised that if she was then Steve wouldn't be too happy about how or if it was modified.

'I love you Steve,' she whispered to him again, as he wandered into her kitchen to make the tea.

Stephen Steel couldn't let it go, he had a burning desire to push the envelope and basically explore. 

He longed to be able to travel to distant stars, and Boldly Go etc.

However he acknowledged that he wasn't going to be able to do that in this life.

This was why the idea of Dimensional Travel appealed to him so strongly. 

The world Brain was just a Machine; it didn't have the spirit or sheer guts to take risks. 

He sat at his kitchen table and decided he had to try it at least once, to see if it were possible.

However before he did that Dr. Snip had a small chore to do.

Snip had been brooding over the Justice system in Britain and had decided that it was far too soft, and wasteful of the taxpayers money.

The prisons were overcrowded with Murderers and other scum that should have been executed, rather than been put in one of her Majesties Hotels for years. 

The very thought of these fucking bastards, living off his Tax money made him see red. 

Taking a leaf from Santa's book, he had made a list. 

This list consisted of those who were naughty; these were the definitely guilty bastards that offended him by simply breathing the same air as him.

Well he could do something about that, the World brain had no difficulty in locating every one on his list. 

As it downloaded the co-ordinates into his QT he sang a little song to himself, " Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work I go" and jumped to the first high security mental prison on his list. 

Here locked behind bars for most of the remainder of their miserable lives, were the veritable sewer scrapings of humanity. 

In this facility there were twelve maximum risk inmates, these were the Nonce's and child killers. 

Dr. Snip was going to clean house.

He had originally thought to materialise inside each individual prisoners cell, and execute them. 

He decided that this would take to long, he was a busy boy and had things to do. 

He therefore materialised in the refectory at dinnertime, this was a large hall where all the inmates could sit and eat together. 

As happens in these Institutions, the prisoners segregated themselves into groups. 

They were all legally insane, but there was a pecking order even amongst this murderous scum. 

At the bottom of this pecking order, were the murderers of the very young. 

The rest of the inmates shunned them, and consequently they sat at their own table and kept themselves to themselves.

Snip had images of each of his targets on his implant, to avoid embarrassing errors. 

He materialised at the door to the refectory, and quickly identified the group he was after. 

Without any fuss he walked towards the table.

The self-proclaimed leader of this group of perverts, looked up and saw him approaching.

Snips face was easily recognisable from the long scar that ran down one side of his face. 

He had received this from a knife-wielding thug in Thailand, before he cut off his head.

'Fuck me it's Snip, screamed the leader of the group frantically trying to get up. 

He only managed to get his legs tangled in the chair legs, that were bolted to the ground to avoid them being used as weapons.

'No need to get up because of me,' sang Snip happily as he drew his sword in one well practised motion, and using a backhanded stroke caught the panicked man under his chin. 

With a jet of blood his head was severed, and flew ten feet in the air to land on another table. 

As one the rest of the table scrambled to their feet, only to be mown down by the flickering sword blade as Snip spun and jumped around the group like a malevolent black demon. 

The inmates sitting at the remainder of the tables didn't move. 

They seemed to realise that he wasn't here for them. 

As there was no love lost between the main bulk of the inmates and these men, they decided to sit still and enjoy the show.

The inmates sitting at the adjoining table soon regretted this, as they were sprayed with blood. 

Snip slashed and carved his way, through the entire complement. 

The guards that were standing around the room were in shock; none of them had moved a muscle. 

The carnage had lasted barely one minute, and yet twelve men lay butchered on the floor of the refectory.

Dr. Snip stood surveying the inmates; they looked away as his eyes scanned them. 

They were all legally insane, but knew a fellow Maniac when they saw one. 

Sheathing his sword, Snip took out of his pocket a notebook. 

An inmate that was standing close to him; saw Snip crossing off names from a list before replacing the book in his pocket.

Smiling kindly at the stunned crowd Snip said ' Have a nice day', and vanished like the magician he was thought to be.

He next turned up at Pentonville, and slaughtered ten more on his list before vanishing into thin air. 

By the end of the morning he had visited nine institutions, and despatched eighty-three men.

The Home Secretary declared Dr. Snip Britain's No.1 fugitive, and a reward was placed on his head.

Stephen read this in the morning papers and was annoyed. 

The stupid bastard didn't realise he was doing him a fucking favour. 

With a growl of rage he dressed, and jumped directly into the Home Secretaries office.

He grabbed an Aide by the throat and demanded to know where the Stupid bastard was.

The aide managed to choke out that the H.S. was in the Commons making a speech about his war on crime. 

Snip snarled in rage and flung the young aide across the room, before jumping straight into the House of Commons, the home of British Law. 

The Home Secretary was laying out his plans for Prison reform, and a new sliding scale of punishments for serious crimes. 

He stopped abruptly when Snip appeared out of thin air in front of him.

'You Stupid Bastard, what the fuck are you drivelling on about now? I am doing my best to help you out by making more room in your prisons, and you put out a reward on me. What's that all about eh?' Screamed Dr. Snip at the flustered man.

'Dear God it's Snip,' was heard as the members of parliament recognised the infamous killer.

'No need to get up Gentlemen' yelled Snip loudly, 'I am only here to put my point of view across. As of today the penalty for killing a child is Death. No excuses accepted, I have made a list and when I have crossed off all the names on it you will be pleased to hear that I will have saved the taxpayer millions of pounds. No No please don't bother to thank me, I am a British citizen and it is my duty to help out when duty calls.'

Seeing the security guards edging towards him, reminded Snip that he had probably outstayed his welcome here.

With a last threat to the Home Secretary to get off his back, Snip bowed to the cameras recording the Commons and vanished.

Stephen materialised in his kitchen; he was very tired. 

Slaughtering people was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it he thought to himself with a grin.

'Dr. Snip, we know you're in there, come out with your hands in the air or we will open fire on you,' shouted an amplified voice from outside his house.

Stephen stood up and walked to his window, the house appeared surrounded by over one hundred police. 

He could see weapons in many hands, and they were all pointed in his direction.

'Why can't we all just get along,' he shouted to the police.

This was the perfect time to try his little experiment. 

The World Brain had warned him it would be dangerous, but as he looked out at the army of weapon wielding cops he thought that dangerous was a relative description.

Setting his QT to 101 Nanoseconds of Phase, he hummed a happy tune to himself and Phased.

Stephen heard a strange twanging sound; that seemed to resonate through the atoms of his body. 

Apart from that, nothing fucking happened.

He got up from the kitchen table and looked out at the army of cops.

There was no army of cops; the garden was deserted.

'Well I'll be a monkey's uncle' he chortled happily, ' it worked.'

As was his habit he drew Excalibur, and began to polish its blade as he decided what to do next. 

His eyes wandered around his kitchen until he noticed his trophy wall. There hanging in pride of place was Excalibur.

'What the fuck? he murmured, and standing up took down the sword from the wall. 

It was his sword, but so was the one he had been polishing.

Being a tidy person he replaced the second sword back on the wall, and began to look around the house. 

It was his house, although certain things were out of place or missing altogether. 

'I seem to have entered a Parallel Universe,' he muttered to himself as he searched his house.

'I wonder if there is another me? I would like to meet me, I am such a nice chap that I'm sure we would get on just fine.'

Knowledge being power, he jumped to the nearest library to study the newspapers of this alternate universe to see what was different about it.

He discovered that things in this world were very similar to his own. 

One of the main differences that affected him was that Dr. Snip was still managing to keep his real identity a secret. 

In his world he had been photographed by a reporter; with a telephoto lens. 

He had seen his own face splashed across the front pages of the newspapers the next morning at breakfast.

'Well done you,' he said wistfully. 

Since he had been identified, he had always had to keep looking over his shoulder for the cops. 

It was only a matter of time before they traced him to his home, and he had been lucky to be able to escape into this world.

He was pleased that this Dr. Snip was just as bloodthirsty as he was. 

He read with relish the accounts of the atrocities perpetuated by his twin.

'Can't wait to meet you,' he whispered to himself.

Gloria was having trouble sleeping; she had just finished her shift in the King's bed, and had vacated it to allow another Handmaiden her chance to get pregnant.

She was lying in her own bed at her Manor in the country, and thinking about Steve.

He had really fucked her life up, however she was fair enough to admit that if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have a life to fuck up.

Why on earth couldn't she have kept her legs together, it must have been those primitive pheromones that had disconnected her brain from her cunt. 

She never thought she would admit this, but Steve was a better lover than the King. 

The King was a renowned lover, he knew all the poems and songs, and he knew all the sexual techniques. 

The problem was that Gloria knew them as well, and she now found 26th Century lovemaking boring. 

She was unique in the Kings Harem, because of her uninhibited use of dirty words during sex. 

She had a dirty mouth to go with her dirty ways in bed; this kept the King fascinated by her. 

The rest of the handmaidens were good little girls, who opened their legs for the king with a grateful smile. 

They were there to get pregnant, the king was to fuck them and come in their vaginas. 

They had no interest oral or anal sex, that wouldn't get them pregnant. They were basically brood mares for the Aristocracy, and had as much affect on the King as masturbation. 

Dicky had confided to her that he often thought of her, when he was servicing the other women. 

'You're my dirty little girl Gloria,' he would whisper to her in bed.

'Shut up Dicky, and lick my cunt,' she would reply pulling his leonine head down between her legs.

That was the main difference about Steve, he couldn't sing to save his life, and the only poems he knew were dirty limericks. 

But he certainly knew how to fuck his women; it was almost like bestiality being fucked by him. 

He was so hairy it was obscene, and she loved every second of his primitive cock ramming inside her. 

On top of all that she was pregnant with his child. 

She should have immediately informed the State that she was pregnant, but had a few days leeway before she had to come clean.

She knew the King would be surprised at her error, but he had liked Steve and she hoped he would regard it as a genuine mistake on her part, and not hold it against her.

This didn't help her at the moment as her cunt was burning with lust for Steve. 

'Fuck you Steve,' she swore as she reached for her favourite vibrator.

She would normally have ridden her sex horse, but it wasn't the same without Steve standing watching her naked and orgasming.

Eventually as her orgasm hit her, the name she screamed out was Steve's.

When Steve came back into Angel's bedroom with his tea, he was surprised to see her getting dressed in bra and knickers.

'What's up darling?' he asked sitting down on the bed to watch her dress.

Mother has invited us over for a party, I thought it would be nice for you to see her with her clothes on for a change,' Angel replied smiling at him wickedly.

'Ouch! that hurt darling, the last time a saw your mother she was fully dressed and on her best behaviour,' he protested.

'Well be that as it may, there is a costume ball being sponsored by the King and we are both invited.'

'Great I could do with a break, what should I wear?' he asked.

'I have the perfect outfit for you darling,' purred Angel.

At least it will keep him safe from my mother, the filthy whore, she thought to herself smiling a wicked smile.

'No spray-on Catsuit then?' he queried.

'No my sexy man, I want to be ready in case you need sex, a cat suit isn't the best choice of clothes for fucking.'

'You're worse than your mother' he accused, patting her bottom lovingly.

'No Steve my darling primitive, I am a child compared to Gloria. She has revealed some of her tricks but she has hundreds more up her shall we say for politeness sake "Sleeve".

Seeing Angel in her bra and knickers had switched Steve on in a big way. Angel noticed this and decided to ask him to do something for her.

'Steve darling, do you like me in knickers?'

'Oh yes you sexy beast, they make you look more ....... Vulnerable for want of a better word. You are so strong that sometimes you need a pair of frilly knickers to bring out the feminine inside you,' he said seriously.

'Could I ask you to do something for me Steve, something that you might find strange?'

Steve was puzzled at her question, Angel was an uninhibited lover and they had tried every variation on sex he knew about. What on earth did she have in mind now?

'Whatever you ask of me I will do,' he promised blindly.

Angel looked at him strangely and went over to a cupboard. She pulled out a lash, a whip with many braids made of thin leather.

'Steve I need you to bend me over your knee, pull down my panties and whip my naked bottom as hard as you can,' she said quietly.

'You sexy little pervert, if that's what you want I will be only too happy to spank your naked arse till you scream,' he said smiling.

Steve took this request lightly, because he knew Angel's body was armoured. 

There was no way whipping her would hurt, and he assumed that this was a sexual ploy of hers to turn him on.

What he didn't know; was that it would hurt her very much indeed. 

Her armoured sub-dermal mesh was literally sub-dermal, i.e. under her skin.

If a knife cut her, the blade couldn't penetrate her body but it would still make a shallow painful cut on her skin. 

Whipping her naked bottom; would cause the nerve ending of her skin to transmit the pain signals to her brain just the same as any other woman's.

Handing him the Lash she turned her back on him, and bending from the waist slowly pulled down her knickers, exposing her beautiful naked bottom to his gaze.

She then lay over his knees, feeling his erection digging into her naked stomach. 

Steve couldn't resist running his hand over her bottom. 

The feel of her silky skin was very erotic, and he kissed each bum cheek gently.

'Stop that Steve, I've been a very naughty girl and I deserve a good spanking,' said Angel bossily.

'Brace yourself Shelia' warned Steve, and slammed the lash down onto her naked bum.

Despite anticipating the blow, Angel still squealed in shock as the pain made her jump.




Dr. Snip Ch. 10



The lash had reddened her left buttock, so Steve slammed it down hard on the right one to spread the red glow that has suffused her skin. 

Over and over he whipped her naked arse, until her moans were very audible to him. 

Her bottom was a bright red, and Angel was gasping with pain.

Why the fuck am I doing this? She asked herself as Steve laid it on.

I'm doing this because I am a two faced snob who has a womb that is too good for her man to fill, she answered herself.

Seeing Angel's bottom a bright red all over Steve asked 'Had enough darling?'

Trying to ignore the blazing pain from her whipped arse, Angel smiled at him and agreed that she had been well whipped. 

Slowly getting off his lap she walked carefully into her bathroom. Once out of his sight she sprayed her burning bottom with a healing spray. Instantly the pain faded to a slight throb, and she surreptitiously wiped away the tears of pain that had run rebelliously down her cheeks.

It was just as well that she had been quick, because Steve followed her into the bathroom. 

Seeing her bent over; he thrust himself deep inside her from behind. 

'You have got me so hot I just have to fuck you' he growled, as he pounded himself into her vagina. 

The impact of his hips against her throbbing arse; was very uncomfortable but Angel accepted the pain stoically. 

However she was really relived when he gasped in passion, and ejaculated into her.

'Wow, that was very erotic Angel, at least my balls will be empty when I next meet Gloria,' he panted kissing her lovingly.

If only, thought Angel grumpily, she knew that Gloria could make any man hard if she so chose, regardless of how many times he had come previously. 

Her mother was the Queen of Sex, and was equipped with drug injectors in her nails. 

She could, and often did, use these drugs to enhance the performance of her lovers.

Stephen Steel was chuckling to himself; he had just been using his twin's computer, and had discovered that all the Nonce's he had killed in his world were still alive in this one. 

Oh well he thought good-naturedly, if at first you don't succeed etc etc.

He was just about to jump to this world's version of the Mental institution, when he remembered that no one in this world knew Dr. Snips real identity. 

Looking at the trophy wall he saw a Black executioners hood, and realised that his twin must wear it when in public.

Donning it, he regarded himself in a mirror. 

Very Scary, he thought admiringly. 

His respect for himself grew, the more he learned about his twin. 

'Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go,' he sang as he vanished from the kitchen.

He materialised in the refectory again, and walked towards the table around which congregated the group of Nonce's. 

'Its Dr. Snip!' yelled a voice, and before he knew it a guard tackled him from behind. 

As he fell heavily to the floor the guard kept a grip on his hood, and managed to pull it off. 

Thinking quickly for his twins sake; Stephen Phased and became unrecognisable, a figure of unbreakable glass.

Getting to his feet, he found himself surrounded by inmates attacking him.

Drawing Excalibur he spun around 360 degrees, his blazing blade slicing through everything in its path. 

He was now standing in a clearing, floored with parts of bodies, some cut neatly in half at the waist. 

There was no blood, as the intense energies of his blade cauterised the wounds.

The inmates screamed in horror, as they realised what had just happened. There was a concerted rush for the door, to escape this apparition. 

Stephen jumped to the doorway, and met the panicked crowd of criminals with his slashing sword. 

They fell before him like wheat to a scythe, he had lost track of his special targets in the crowd and so decided to kill everyone he could reach. 

'Next please' he chortled, as he sheared through them, his blade a burning circle of destruction. 

Fortunately for them, the guards seeing this massacre, decided to set off the alarm and wait for reinforcements to arrive, before approaching this madman.

Soon a panting Stephen was standing in a heap of bodies, he saw his hood on the ground and pulled it over his head before coming out of Phase.

Walking up to the nervous guards he sheathed his sword, and asked them to pass on a message to the Home Secretary. 

'Tell him that I have decided to help him with the overcrowded prison problem. He will soon have lots of room in his prisons around the country,' he declared. 

Then before their stunned eyes he simply vanished.

Stephen had planned to continue his slaughter at the other prisons, but the fight had tired him and he needed a rest and a cup of coffee.

Back in his twin's kitchen, he was dismayed when he couldn't find any coffee. 

He decided to take a walk down to his local shop and buy some. 

It was a pleasure to be able to walk unrecognised through the town, until he came to the general store. 

He chatted pleasantly with the shopkeeper, and took his coffee back to the house. 

He could have jumped there, but was savouring the feeling of freedom that he didn't have in his own world.

Soon the lovely smell of coffee permeated the kitchen, and he sat down to enjoy his well-deserved drink.

Stephen had discovered the Phase shift long before Steve had. 

He used it constantly at home because of the fact that the police would shoot him on sight, and he had never thought of the bullet-dodging trick. 

Stephens's relationship with his World Brain had never evolved into a friendship, and as well as the police, he also had the BTO on his back.

He spent a lot of time Phased, and loved the feeling of invulnerability it gave him.

In fact he decided to complete the rest of his task Phased, both to protect his Twin's identity and to avoid being shot in the back by a Guard.

Feeling refreshed after his coffee he picked up his list, phased and jumped to the next prison on his list.

Steve was admiring himself in Angel's mirror, it had been just a wall until she had waved her hand in a certain pattern, and then her wall had transformed into a giant mirror.

Steve was looking at a Knight in Black armour; he was completely covered in plate steel or something approximating it, and looked just like Sir Lancelot. He also looked a lot like a Storm Trooper and commented on this to Angel.

'That's because Britain modelled its Storm Troopers on the Armoured Knights of old,' she explained. 'As you are a Knight of the British Empire, it allows you to carry your sword without comment from anyone,' said Angel admiringly.

Let's see if you can fuck him through that lot mother, she thought with a smile.

It was a party to celebrate St. Georges Day; all National holidays were to do with real or legendary British Heroes.

The British were inordinately proud of being British. and took every opportunity to remind themselves of their glorious past.

The King had commanded a Joust to celebrate St. George's defeat of the Dragon.

King Richard the Seventh; modelled himself after Richard the Lion-heart.

He liked to believe that he was a direct descendent of that famous King.

Dicky was dressed as The Lion-heart, in shining armour covered with a white tabard with a big red cross of St. George on it.

Steve was looking forward to the party; a guilty part of him couldn't wait to see Gloria again.

"The Sword of Allah" was in turmoil; they had lost their rogue Storm Trooper. 

It must have been destroyed, because the QT device had jumped itself back to the pre-programmed location. 

It had been automatically monitoring the Troopers vitals, and when they ceased it automatically returned itself to base. 

Base being Saudi Arabia, the headquarters of the "Sword of Allah".

The Leader was not a happy man, his whole plan to kidnap the King of Britain hinged on using a boosted Storm Trooper, to counter the Kings own Storm Trooper bodyguard.

They planned to bargain the Kings life, for a share in their own Oil.

The main impediment to their plan was the Kings bodyguard. 

It was a top of the range Storm Trooper with double boost facility, and various other modifications that even their intelligence sources couldn't discover. 

It would be suicide to try and kidnap the King, while it was guarding him.

On top of that difficulty, they still didn't have the second QT device required to jump the king back to Saudi Arabia.

However the leader was a very clever man, and decided to use plan 'B'.

Plan 'B' was a good plan, but required two special operatives to pull it off.

They would have to be totally dedicated to the mission, and be willing to die to see it through.

Fortunately the leader had two such men available, and called them to his side.

The plan was relatively simple, because it relied on the fact that it was a suicide mission.

Both members of the team would be suicide bombers. The first man would be fitted with an explosive belt, and would infiltrate the party. 

His task was to grab hold of the Storm Trooper and detonate his explosives, destroying himself and the Trooper.

The moment this happened the second member of the team would jump in next to the King. 

Removing his QT he would attach it to the King, and jump him out to Saudi Arabia. 

He would then run into the densest group of Aristocrats he could see, and detonate his own suicide bomb. 

This secondary task was to kill as many as he could to sow fear and confusion, and delay any attempts to recover the King.

The leader preferred the first plan, which didn't cost any of his men's lives, but sacrifices had to be made for the good of the cause.

Steve found himself the centre of attention as the party commenced. 

Angel had to jump out on a mission for the BTO. 

She excused herself from the party, explaining to Steve that she found these Royal parties incredibly boring.

Gloria hadn't been able to restrain herself, from telling her fellow Handmaidens about his prowess in and out of bed. 

He was surrounded by a group of stunningly beautiful women, all offering him sex.

In order to protect himself from their blatant advances, he had pulled down the visor of his helmet. 

This stopped the rain of kisses, that had been pleasing and yet embarrassing him.

He was also pleased, that his armoured groin concealed his instinctive reaction to this erotic attack.

He decided to participate in the Joust, and entered himself into the sword fighting competition. 

He was a bit disappointed to learn that he couldn't use Excalibur. However he expected to give a good show, with the blunt edged swords provided by the organisers.

The group of beautiful women that surrounded him, suddenly parted as Gloria walked up to him. 

His heart missed a beat, as he gazed upon the Queen of Sex herself. 

She was the Kings No.1 Favourite, and the other Handmaidens deferred to her in all things. 

Gloria was wearing a medieval dress; that appeared to be made of cobwebs and mist. 

He could see glimpses of her exquisite naked body, as the dress rippled in the breeze. 

He was again grateful that the armour hid his reaction to her.

'My brave Knight must carry my favour into battle' she purred, tying a red gauzy piece of material around his upper arm.

'These are my panties, Sir Knight; I have just removed them for you. If you win I will allow you to replace them on my body,' she whispered seductively. 

Steve could detect a note of frustration, as Gloria stroked his body. Suddenly he realised that his armour was protecting him from her nails. Her injectors couldn't penetrate his costume.

'Gloria my Queen,' he whispered in her ear, 'you don't need your drugs to enslave me. You have already captured my heart, and I will dedicate my victories to you.'

Gloria squealed in delight as she heard this, he had just declared his love for her and her heart leapt with joy and pride.

She was carrying his child in her womb, and she realised that what she felt for this primitive was more than just lust. 

Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to King Richard the Seventh of Great Britain, was hopelessly in love.

The first time you fall in love is devastating, even if you are over 170 years old.

Steve was very nervous and excited, his bout was next and he could see his opponent warming up in the arena. 

Steve's opponent was also dressed in full armour, but his was a Golden Colour. 

Each Knight had a shield with his heraldic device painted on it. 

Angel had an hourglass painted on Steve's shield, to symbolise Time. The Golden knight was a fantastic fighter; he had already fought four challengers and beaten them all easily. 

Steve was hoping that his practice with his sword; would enable him to hold his own against him.

The device on the Golden Knights shield; was the double helix of DNA.

The trumpets blew and Steve walked slowly out to fight the Golden Knight, who was waiting for him in the centre of the sandy arena.

The swords they were using were capable of leaving a red mark on your opponent's armour, if you hit it with sufficient force. 

Three good hits to your head or body, and you were adjudged dead.

Steve had asked about the rules, and was told that the only rule a British Knight had to worry about was to win at all costs.

The first thing Steve knew was a massive impact to his shield, which numbed his left arm. 

The Golden Knight had attacked without warning, and his speed was frightening. 

Steve stumbled back a step and brought his sword up, just in time to parry a horizontal slash that would have struck his neck. 

The Golden Knight was a very big man, and his speed was forcing Steve to fight on the defensive. 

Steve noticed that his opponent didn't fight defensively at all; he obviously believed that the best defence was attack. 

Steve concentrated on weathering the flurry of attacks, he was doing well until one of the knight's blows skated over his shield and clipped his helmet. 

He didn't need to see the scoreboard to know he was hit; his throbbing head made it quite clear.

Seeing Steve stagger the golden knight attacked again, lifting his sword high in the air in order to bring it crashing down on his head.

Steve hurled himself forward and desperately using the broadsword as a rapier, thrust the point of it hard into the knight's groin. 

Although the Golden Knight's groin was protected by chain mail, the entire weight of Steve's body was behind the thrust. 

The Knight doubled over in pain, as the shock of the blow was transmitted to his balls. 

Jumping to the side Steve slammed his blade in a swinging slash to the Knight's stomach, causing him to kneel down in the sand gasping for breath. 

Steve's blood was pounding through his veins as he lifted his broadsword high in the air, preparatory to slamming it down onto the Knight's unprotected neck.

The beaten Knight's very helplessness caused Steve to restrain himself. He spent his life protecting the helpless, and couldn't bring himself to hurt this beaten man. 

Instead of smashing his blade down on the unprotected neck, he gently tapped the knight on his armoured back, just hard enough to leave a mark.

His tired mind realised that the watching crowd had gone very quiet, and to his amazement he saw Gloria rush over to the golden knight and gently unstrap his helmet. 

She pulled it off and unleashed a mass of golden hair, the leonine face of the King looked up at Steve with a wry smile.

'Well done Sir Knight,' said the deep voice of the King of Britain, ' an unorthodox blow but very effective, I will remember that one for quite some time I think.'

Steve dropped his sword in the sand, and rushed over to help Richard to his feet.

'Are you hurt my love?' asked Gloria stroking his head with her handkerchief.

'It will be a while before I will be any good to you my sexy minx,' the King replied rubbing his crotch gingerly.

Steve felt very embarrassed, he now realised that everyone there had known that the Golden Knight was the King except him. 

'I am very sorry your Majesty, I never considered it could be you,' he said apologetically.

'Rubbish man, it was a good fight and I almost had you,' said the king smiling at Steve. 

' I need a drink, please join me' invited the King, and with Gloria on one arm and Steve on the other they made their way to the bar.

After a drink or three, Steve again apologised for hurting Richard.

'I came very close to really hurting you for a moment,' he confessed.

'Not a chance of that old boy I'm afraid, my bodyguard Omega, was watching closely. If he thought I was in any danger of serious injury he would have interposed himself' said the King, indicating his very own Storm trooper standing unobtrusively a few paces away.

'But he was nowhere near us, he couldn't possibly have saved you if I had brought the sword down on your neck,' protested Steve.

'O ye of little faith, watch and learn,' said Richard letting go of his glass of beer. 

It fell to the floor but before it could impact, it was caught in the steel hand of Omega, the Kings Storm trooper. 

Steve had seen Angel boost, and had also seen the rogue Storm Trooper Double boost. 

However this was reminiscent of jumping via the QT, Omega not only caught the glass, but caught it so gently that not a drop of beer was spilled. 

'Don't ask, I have no idea how fast he can react, but rest assured he could have caught your blade before it impacted on my neck if he deemed it necessary,' said the King ruefully. 

'You see why I have to resort to subterfuge, in order to try and have a little dangerous fun now and again.'

'When are you going to replace my knickers on me Steve?' a sultry voice asked. 'I am getting a bit cold around my nether regions without them,' said Gloria.

'That will be the day my sexy minx' said Richard, smiling down at his diminutive favourite. 'I am often surprised that your panties don't catch fire, owing to the fact that you are so very hot.'

'Well I demand a kiss from my champion at least,' she demanded. 

As both Steve and Richard had removed their helmets, Gloria could grab Steve's ears and pull his head down for a kiss. 

Steve was so busy worrying about her nails, that he missed the beautiful sweetness of her saliva, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth passionately.

Everything about the Queen of Sex was enhanced; even her bodily fluids were laced with sexual stimulants. 

Steve felt himself react to her kiss, he became rigid with desire for her and his armour constricted him painfully.

'Put him down Glory' ordered the King, realising what she was doing.

'That was very naughty and you will have to pay a forfeit,' he said smiling at his tiny lover.

'Sing a song for us,' he commanded.

There is a certain type of Violin used mainly in Scandinavia that is referred to as the Devil's Fiddle. 

It has a very unique sound caused by having two sets of strings. 

The player bows one set of strings as normal, but the second set run parallel under the first and resonate to give a deeper more sensual sound.

Gloria could drive anyone within earshot of her voice into an orgasm by simply humming her special tune. 

Her vocal chords had been enhanced, to produce sub-harmonics similar to the Devil's Violin.

Steve was surprised when the king handed him a pair of earplugs, and advised him to wear them.

Looking around the group of Aristocrats that filled the Beer tent, Steve saw many of the older ones also fitting earplugs into their ears.

They had been here before, and knew what was coming.

'Alas my Love you do me wrong.........' Gloria commenced singing her version of the classic " Greensleeves "

Her voice was hypnotic and beguiling, her clear tones echoed across the Beer tent and the effect on the partying Aristocrats was remarkable.




Dr. Snip Ch. 11



The His Royal Majesty Richard the Seventh King of 26th Century Britain had been kidnapped by terrorists, and the government was furious. 

The PM had ordered all agencies to concentrate on his safe return. 

As the two eye witnesses to the actual kidnapping, Steve and Omega the Kings special Storm trooper bodyguard, had been called to No. 10 for a private meeting with the PM.

The Prime Minister Marcus Armstrong was a very clever man, he had considered sending in every Time Agent and Storm trooper available to rescue the King. 

However he realised that sometimes it was more efficient to use a small team. 

He therefore asked Steve if he would accompany Omega, in his mission to rescue the King and punish the perpetrators of such a heinous crime. 

He assured them that all the help they required would be freely given. Steve immediately asked the PM for a QT device to be loaned to Omega, so he could follow Steve in his investigations.

Omega looked at Steve when he asked this, his black visor couldn't show any emotions, but if it could have it would have shown puzzlement. 

Omega was the only Storm trooper that knew the QT device could transport more than one person at a time. 

However he chose to say nothing; and simply stood there, allowing Steve to do all the talking.

Marcus had to agree, and instructed the B.T.O. to loan a QT device to Omega immediately. 

Marcus had reason to trust Steve, as it was because of him that Marcus was still PM of Great Britain.

Within a few seconds, a Time agent materialised in the PM's office and handed over his QT to Omega. 

Steve would have thought the agent would resent doing this, but he didn't realise the respect that the British people had for their King.

Steve communed with Merlin, and had Omega's QT synchronised with his own. 

Now whenever or wherever Steve jumped, Omega would automatically follow.

Saying a polite goodbye to the PM and assuring him of their best efforts, Steve jumped himself and Omega to his kitchen in the 20th Century for a pre-mission briefing.

Omega stood alertly in a corner of the room, whilst Steve made himself a cup of tea.

'I don't suppose you drink tea do you Omega?' he asked politely.

'Yes Sir I do occasionally, my human brain needs a minimal amount of food and liquid to stay at optimum performance. My body however has a small fusion reactor as a power source and requires nothing else,' Omega answered in a deep melodious voice.

'Would you like a cup of tea?' Steve offered.

'Yes Sir I would like a cup of tea,' said Omega.

'There is no need to call me Sir' said Steve, handing the Storm trooper a cup of tea.

'You are a Knight of the British Empire, Sir Steven Steele, and I respect that' replied Omega.

'Right, but as a personal favour to me could you please call me Steve when we are alone?'

'As you command,' agreed Omega.

'I don't suppose you can sit down?' queried Steve looking up at the blank face visor of Omega.

'My weight is such that I would smash any chair you possess,' he replied factually. 'I prefer to stand, my body is synthetic and cannot tire.'

'I must admit I am surprised that you can talk, I got the impression that Storm troopers were basically robots with human brains.'

'We are Steve, but we have to be able to talk to communicate.'

'If you don't mind me asking, how did you come to be a Storm trooper?'

'The same way that we all became Storm troopers; it was a better alternative than death. My human body was very badly injured in a police action, and the government offered me a chance to live as a Storm trooper. It was a great honour, Britain only has Ten Storm troopers and I jumped at the opportunity.'

'Do you miss being totally human?' asked Steve.

'I did at first but now that I am used to this body, I would not want to be simply human again. This body is tireless, and immensely strong and fast, I can see in various wavelengths including infrared. Plus I am able to do a job I love. As a bonus barring violent death, I have a life expectancy of hundreds of years.'

'I never expected to hear a Storm trooper talk about love.'

'I am still a human Steve, I have just been transplanted into a better body.'

'I wouldn't ask this of a 20th Century man but as you are of the 26th Century I will ask. Do storm troopers have any kind of sex life?'

'Certainly Steve, it is of course Virtual, but we can and do meet people on the World web and can pursue a relationship if we choose.'

Steve was pleasantly surprised at Omegas forthrightness, and began to relax in the Storm troopers company.

'Why didn't you say something when I asked for another QT device for you, when you know I could take us both using just mine?' Steve asked.

'I believe it will increase out chances of rescuing the King if we can both jump independently of each other, if the situation demands it. I also deduced that this unknown capability of the QT was your secret, and so decided to respect your reasons for not divulging it,' explained Omega.

'However,' he continued 'I also noticed that before you grabbed the first bomber, your body seemingly turned to glass, is it permitted to ask what that was?'

'It appears that I am going to have to divulge all my secrets to you Omega, the transparent effect that you observed is something I call Phasing. My QT pushes me a nanosecond out of synchronicity with this timeline, and makes me invulnerable to weapons.'

'I am impressed Steve, you seem to have pushed the limits of Time travel further than our 26th Century scientists,' said Omega respectfully.

'Necessity is the mother of invention,' replied Steve modestly.

'Would it be asking too much of you Omega, to keep these modifications to yourself?'

'My mission is to rescue the King, I need every advantage possible to do this, and I will keep them secret unless directly ordered to reveal them by my superiors,' said Omega.

'That's the best I could hope for,' replied Steve.

Omega seemed to freeze for a second, as he received an encrypted message from his superiors.

'We have a problem Steve; the Home Office has just received a message from the kidnappers. They say they have wired the King with explosives. If they see any attempt to rescue him by Storm troopers or Time Agents, they will detonate the explosive belt he is now wearing and he will be killed.'

'Damn it, I will have to show you how to use the Phase shift, it will make us invisible to all detection systems except the human eye. As you have seen yourself it seems to turn those phased into transparent glass. As long as you don't move no one notices you. I was planning on simply jumping to the last known location of the terrorists QT and simply observing what they do. I still intend to do this but it will have to be when we are phased. Once we have reconnoitred the scene we can make our plans,' said Steve to the attentive Omega.

Without further ado Steve jumped them both to a location where they could observe the terrorists. 

Merlin had informed Steve of the location of the terrorists QT. 

This enabled them to watch, as the terrorists captured the King when he materialised in the predetermined landing spot.

Standing perfectly still they were all but invisible, and would have had a clear view of the terrorists and their ingenious plan had there not been a large tent pitched over the co-ordinates. 

The King was unconscious when he materialised, as this was his first QT jump. 

He materialised inside a large tent that hid him and his captors from view. As soon as he appeared he was fitted with an explosive belt, and covered in a white hooded cloak. 

He was then apparently taken outside and loaded into a helicopter. 

The clever part of this plan was that five other identically cloaked and hooded figures, were loaded into five other helicopters simultaneously. To the casual observer it would be impossible to pick the real King from the decoys. 

All six helicopters took off in different directions, leaving Steve staring at a big cloud of dust and having no clue in which helicopter the King was.

'Fuck it,' Steve swore 'we have no idea where they are taking the King, or in which helicopter they are transporting him.'

'Smoke and Mirrors Steve,' said Omega ' the King is not aboard any of those helicopters. 

He is secreted in a tunnel under that tent, and is no doubt being taken somewhere underground as we speak.'

'How can you possibly know that?' asked Steve in amazement.

In reply Omega tapped his face visor, ' I can see in various frequencies including Infrared. I can see heat signatures through the tent walls. The King has his own unique heat signature, as do we all. None of those decoys had the correct heat signature of the King therefore he must still be inside the tent. There is no heat signature from inside the tent so it is logical to assume that he is now under the tent and out of my sight,' explained Omega confidently.

'Just call me Dr. Watson why don't you' muttered Steve, impressed despite himself. 'The terrorists will expect any rescuers to split into six groups, and chase after the fleeing helicopters. Instead of which we will jump into the tent and see what we see' said Steve, ' are you sure the tent is empty?'

'Yes Steve, there is no one in it at the moment.'

Still phased they jumped into the large tent, and surveyed the scene.

The tent was empty with a smooth sandy floor; there was no trace of the King or any kind of trapdoor. 

Steve looked at Omega questioningly.

Omega scanned the sandy floor, until his heat vision detected a warm square hidden under a thin covering of sand. 

Walking over to it he knelt down and brushed away the camouflaging sand. 

A trapdoor was revealed; it was made from steel and had been bolted from the inside.

'Allow me,' said Steve drawing Excalibur. 

Omega stepped back in alarm, as the razor sharp edges of the sword annihilated the air molecules.

'I wasn't informed that you owned a Mono-filament Blade Steve,' said Omega.

'This isn't a Mono-filament Blade Omega, it just looks like one and acts like one. I will explain later on if you don't mind,' said Steve concentrating on opening the trapdoor.

Excalibur cut into the steel door like it was butter. 

Steve cut a round hole in the trapdoor, leaving just a small piece of metal to act as a hinge. 

This was to stop the disc from falling into the tunnel, and perhaps alerting any guards.

Omega's strength enabled him to bend the disc upwards, to allow them to climb down into the tunnel.

The terrorists had such confidence in their plan; that they hadn't bothered to leave any guards in the tunnel.

The long tunnel ended at a steel door, which luckily had a small window in it. 

Through the window Steve could see the King, he was strapped to a chair wearing a belt of explosives. 

Six guards were in the room, and any one of them could have the detonating trigger.

Steve had avoided jumping via his QT up until now, because he couldn't see where he would be arriving. 

Now he could see the King, and told Omega of his plan. 

'Do you know this will work?' asked Omega concerned about the King's life.

'It worked against a Storm trooper on Boost, so it should work against humans,' replied Steve confidently.

Steve consulted with Merlin and concentrating on the King's exact co-ordinates, jumped into the room and materialised beside the bound King. 

The terrorists jumped in alarm as they saw him materialise, and one of them screamed an alarm and pressed the trigger to detonate the explosive belt attached to the King. 

Steve had realised that there was no way he could remove the belt, before the electromagnetic signal from the terrorists trigger set off the bomb. 

He chose instead to extend his phase field over the King, cutting them off from this universe and any signals generated in it.

However with the King tied to a chair, Steve had to stay beside him to protect him. 

This left Omega to do what he did best, Kill.

Steve had never really seen a storm trooper in action; he had been too busy trying to stop the rogue trooper from killing him to appreciate its deadly grace.

As the terrorist frantically pressed the trigger of the bomb; Omega appeared in the centre of the room. 

He didn't bother boosting, as the terrorists had nowhere to run. 

He walked across to the man with the inoperative trigger, and rammed his steel hand completely through his chest until it emerged from his back.

The remaining five men had time to pick up their guns, and fire them at point blank range.

Omega ignored the rain of small arms fire; that simply bounced off his synthetic armoured body. 

He ripped the head off the nearest man and threw it at another, causing him to scream in fear and try to run towards the door. 

Using his enormously powerful legs, Omega jumped at the fleeing man and his great weight smeared the man's body onto the steel door.

One of the terrorists accepted that they were all going to be killed, and decided to take the Storm trooper with them. 

He pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it at Omega, knowing that the blast would kill them all. 

Omega phased as the grenade exploded, and after a few seconds he switched it off again. 

He was standing in a Sea of blood; all six of the terrorist's bodies had been shredded by the enclosed blast. 

Once the echoes of the blast had completely dissipated, Steve switched off his phase shield and revealed the King. 

Richard was safe and well and had a big grin on his face. 

'Omega old friend, good to see you again,' he said to the Impassive Storm trooper. 

'You too Sir Steele, said the King, it seems that you spend a lot of your time rescuing Aristocrats and Kings.'

Steve stood back, and allowed Omega to free the King.

The smell of blood and guts was nauseating, and Steve warned Omega to support the King whilst he jumped them all to his kitchen.

This time Richard was just a bit dizzy from the jump, and Omega sat him down at the kitchen table while Steve made the tea.

'I thought you would want to get tidied up first before returning to your own century,' said Steve handing the King a cup of tea.

'Very thoughtful of you Lord Steele,' replied the king beaming at Steve.

Steve looked in puzzlement at Richard, as he understood what he had just said. 

'I'm not a Lord, Richard, to tell the truth I'm not really sure I'm a Knight,' he said.

'I am Richard the Seventh, King of Great Britain, and I say you are a Knight and a Lord of the British Empire. 

Do you defy me sir?' said Richard in full Regal mode.

'No Sire, I wouldn't dare, Gloria would have my balls if I upset you.'

'Ha, my little Glory will probably have your balls anyway, in her mouth if I know her,' laughed Richard.

After tea the King tried out Steve's shower, and borrowed some jeans and a tee shirt. 

Steve was a big man, but the Kings body strained the material of his clothes.

'I have really enjoyed myself Steve, this has been the best day of my entire life.' enthused the King. I have never been in such danger before, it is most exhilarating.'

Something was bothering Steve, in all the excitement of having the King and Omega in his kitchen, it had been put to the back of his mind. 

Now that he had calmed down and relaxed, he realised what was wrong. His kitchen smelt of coffee, who the fuck had been making coffee in his kitchen?

He had to put that niggling question on a back burner because he realised that in order to jump the king back to the 26th Century, he would have to reveal the fact that he could carry more than one person using his QT.

To his surprise it was Omega who broached the subject to the King.

'Your Majesty, in order to save your life, Sir Steven Steele was forced to reveal two of his secrets to me. Had he not chosen to trust me to keep his secrets you would undoubtedly be still held captive? It is a matter of Honour that I keep my word to him, and say nothing to anyone else about these secrets.'

'What secrets are these Lord Steele?' asked Richard.

'I have discovered that the QT can be used to transport more than one person at any one time,' answered Steve. ' Also I have discovered that the QT field can be pushed out of synchronicity with our time line. I call this effect Phasing and when Phased I am invulnerable to any weapons.'

'I must admit that I was concerned when I saw that grenade explode,' said Richard. 'I assume it was this Phase field that saved my life?'

'Yes your Majesty, Sir Steven extended his field to include you,' clarified Omega.

Richard was very quiet for a minute as he digested this news. 

His IQ was off the scale, so he realised what a fantastic weapon these two secrets would be for Britain. 

However he also realised that Steve had rescued him from a life threatening danger. 

Richard the man wanted to agree with Omega, but Richard the King wanted to be able to use these properties of the QT for the benefit of Britain.

Steve watched the King struggling with his conscience, and decided to help him.

'Richard, I realise how hard it is for you as a King to deprive your country of such powerful knowledge. I hereby offer this knowledge to you to use as you see fit. I am after all a Briton as you are, and I also want us to be powerful.'

Richard was so relieved that he wanted to hug Steve. This generous offer allowed Richard to come to a honourable compromise.

'Britain owes you a great debt Lord Steele; you have the word of the King that your secrets shall be kept safe. I will only inform my most trusted scientists if Britain is in mortal danger,' announced Richard holding out his hand to Steve.

'Thank you Richard, that was all I could hope for,' said Steve shaking the King's hand.

Steve found that he needed a rest from the 26th Century, so stayed where he was and watched as Omega and the King vanished from his kitchen.

He was very tired and decided to go to bed for a few hours. It would be a change to go to bed alone and actually get some sleep.

Within moments of his head hitting the pillow he was asleep.

He was so deeply asleep, that he had no knowledge of the big man in the black coat standing by the side of the bed, studying him with great interest.

'Hello Me,' said Stephen Steel quietly.

At last he could see his twin of this dimension, the body was identical but this sleeping version of himself had no disfiguring scar on his face.

Stephen remembered getting his scar from a thug in Thailand. 

The man had surprised him by pretending to be friendly, and then producing a knife. 

If Stephen hadn't moved, the man's slash would have cut his throat. 

As it was the tip of the knife had cut across his face leaving a big scar. 

He had gone berserk and cut off the thug's head along with all the other men in the gang. 

When some of them tried to run away, he had jumped ahead of them and slaughtered every one.

Luckily for Stephen, Dr. Fairweather, the doctor in charge of the Orphanage, had stitched his face for him, and the scar wasn't too bad in a dim light. 

She had seemed a friendly enough woman but he had been in no mood to chat, and had jumped back home to nurse his wounds.

'You were quicker than me old pal,' he mused to himself.

Stephen had just finished his list, and had slaughtered all those on it. 

Including a few ordinary prisoners that hadn't got out of the way quickly enough. 

The good thing about fighting when Phased; was that the blood couldn't stick to you. 

His coat was nice and clean, he himself was very tired and decided to go and lie down in the spare bedroom. 

Perhaps he would finally be able to introduce himself, to himself later.

Gloria was squealing with joy, her King had returned safe and sound, and he had just told her that he was going to elevate Steve to the Peerage.




Dr. Snip Ch. 11



There was a vacancy in the house of Lords, as Charles Clarence, High Commissioner of India had recently died in an accident involving an Elephant. 

This was a very lucrative Office, and would make Steve a rich and powerful man. 

More importantly as far as Gloria was concerned, it would make him a very eligible husband for a Lady of the Realm.

In answer to her question as to when Steve would be seeing her again, Richard explained that Steve must be very tired and needed a rest.

'Beds are also for sleeping in Glory, my sexy little minx,' he said kissing her lovingly.

Angel was standing to one side listening, she had been furious to hear that the King's party had been so exciting. 

She was going to jump back to see Steve, and congratulate him in her own special way. 

However she realised that the poor man probably did need some sleep, and decided to wait until later.

Stephen slept while Phased, he realised that some might call him paranoid but he reasoned that even paranoid people could have enemies. 

He hated having to sleep; he was so vulnerable when he was sleeping. 

He could have killed his twin just now while he slept.

He would suggest that his twin used the Phase shield when he next slept.

Stephen was very lonely; he had no friends at all and was really hoping that his twin would like him. 

It was a shame he had never hit it off with Agent Black, she had been very beautiful but a bit cold towards him. 

She had made it quite clear, that she didn't agree with the World Brain's decision to allow him to keep his QT.

Stephen had an idea; he wanted to impress his twin and had thought of another way to discourage perverts. 

He would go to Bangkok, and kill everyone he found frequenting the illegal sex brothels of that city.

He didn't want to wake his twin, so quietly went down to the kitchen and made breakfast. 

Bacon Eggs and Toast, washed down with a lovely cup of coffee. 

Feeling refreshed he dressed to kill, and jumped to the red light district of Bangkok.

The Bangkok police were soon in chaos; there were reports of tourists being massacred all over the red light district. 

A maniac with a sword; was slaughtering them.

There were insane reports about his sword burning through steel doors as well as people. 

He had identified himself as Dr. Snip the Vigilante from England. 

He had stated that he was going to kill every pervert he could find in the city.

Stephen had issues with these people.

Stephen was having so much fun; he would slam into a brothel and kill all those customers who were with young girls. 

He also killed all those he caught with boys, regardless of their ages.

Stephen had issues with Sodomites, and killed every one of them he came across.

He had Phased early on, when one of the pimps had tried to knife him. Needless to say there was only a pile of bloody meat where the pimp once stood. 

Stephen had issues with knifemen.

Steve woke up feeling ravenous, he was sure he could smell Bacon. Wandering down to the kitchen he looked in amazement at the debris of a large breakfast. 

It must have been Angel, he thought to himself. 

The cheeky cow could have cleared up after cooking this lot. 

Steve was a very tidy bachelor and washed up the dishes, before making himself his own breakfast of bacon and eggs with lots of toast washed down with a big mug of tea.

He felt a lot better for his sleep, he would never have thought that it was good to go to bed alone. 

He had almost forgotten what it was like to go to bed, and just sleep. 

He loved Alison, Angel and Gloria, but they didn't seem to need sleep.

He looked at the newspapers that he had delivered every morning, and blinked in confusion when he read about the latest outrages committed by Dr. Snip. 

Steve got most of his news from his computer, but it was still nice to read a newspaper whilst enjoying breakfast.

The paper was telling him that he had been murdering people in prisons all over Britain.

The total so far was over eighty killed, the Home Secretary had made a statement in the House of Commons. 

It condemned his actions as barbaric, and put a reward on the head of Dr. Snip.

'What the fuck is going on here?' he said to himself.

'Merlin old friend, can I talk to you please?'

The figure of Merlin appeared sitting across the table from Steve.

'Hello Steve, how can I help you?' it said calmly.

'I think I've crossed myself temporally old friend,' said Steve showing Merlin the newspaper. 

Through Steve's implant Merlin was aware of the story. 

'This could be bad old friend,' said the AI ' I thought you were aware of the risks of losing track of biological time.'

'I am Merlin; I can't believe I would go back in time and do something like this. I had thought about doing this sort of thing in the early days but there are so many crimes to prevent that I simply didn't have the time to execute those that had already been locked away.'

'The problem now,' said Merlin, 'is that if this was indeed you then you will have to do these things, because you have just read about them in your newspaper. If you don't do them, then you will be changing your then own past which is of course this present.'

'Please stop Merlin; my head is aching just trying to make sense of this. I know about paradoxes, and I have always tried to avoid causing one.'

Suddenly the 26th Century seemed appealing and Steve washed and dressed and jumped uptime to talk with Angel.

Angel wasn't there; she had jumped downtime to tell Alison the news about Steve's elevation to the Peerage. 

Steve decided to visit Gloria, and jumped to her Manor house in the country. 

No sooner had he materialised, than she jumped on him from behind wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing his ears.

'Gloria,' he said laughing at her antics, ' put me down please, I need to talk seriously to someone who knows about temporal matters.'

In reply Gloria nipped his ear with her perfect teeth.

'Ouch you little fucker, that hurt' he said swinging her round his hips so she was facing him.

He groaned as his erection manifested itself. 

'Oh you sneaky little fuck bag you've drugged me again' he gasped as she smiled wickedly into his eyes.

'Less talk more Fuck' she growled at him kissing him on his mouth.

As he had surmised Gloria had indeed drugged him. 

In fairness to her she couldn't help it, as her body had been enhanced for two purposes. 

Sex and Procreation. 

Apart from her fantastically sexy body and face, she had retractable injectors in her nails that could deliver various drugs. 

Most of these drugs were aphrodisiacs, designed to enflame her sex partners. 

Also her bodily fluids were aphrodisiacs, so she only had to kiss or lick someone to turn on their sexual motors.

If that wasn't enough, she could also by singing or simply humming a tune, produce a range of sub harmonics that affected the sexual areas of the brain.

'I've told you before you oversexed pixie; you don't have to drug me to make me want you. I think about you a lot and I know I shouldn't, but if you keep using drugs on me then I won't know if I really love you or whether it is just the drugs talking,' he told her seriously.

Gloria dropped her eyes from his and pouted, ' I'm sorry Steve my love but I really can't help it you know. However if you really want to talk seriously then allow me to do this.'

She ran one of her fingernails down his arm and he gasped as if a bucket of freezing cold water had been thrown over him. 

Instantly all traces of the aphrodisiacs were neutralised, by the antidote in that particular nail.

'Fuck me Gloria,' he gasped his heart racing from the new drug.

'Make up your mind Steve, do you want me to fuck you or not?' said Gloria stamping her foot on the ground in annoyance.

'Sorry my love, just a figure of speech not an invitation,' he apologised kissing her on her cheek.

'Before you ask me your serious question Steve, I really must tell you my serious news,' she said looking up at him towering over her.

'Fair enough Queen of my heart,' he said looking into her beautiful green eyes.

'I'm pregnant,' she announced with a smile.

'Wow, congratulations, Angel said you were a fertile little sexpot, have you told Richard yet?' said Steve happy for her.

'Not yet, I was waiting until I had told the father,' she replied.

Steve was confused, ' But Richard must be the father, you haven't fucked anybody else.....' 

Steve stopped talking, as he remembered who else had fucked this fertile little Handmaiden.

'Oh My God, if it isn't the King's child are you saying it is mine?' he whispered feeling as if he had been punched in the belly.

'Yes Lord Steven Steele of India; you now have an heir,' she said proudly beaming up at his stunned face.

Steve's legs had gone weak, and he had to sit down on the nearest chair.

'I don't know what to say Gloria my love, this news is overwhelming,' he said hugging her to him.

Stephen jumped back to the kitchen a very tired man. 

It was times like this that he wished that he used a machine gun to kill his targets, instead of a fucking sword. 

His arms ached from slashing and thrusting, and he was soaked with sweat. 

Without bothering to turn on the lights, he stripped off his clothes and staggered into the shower. 

He stood under the hot water in the dark with his eyes closed, relaxing as the water washed away his tensions.

'Got you at last' whispered a sultry voice, as a pair of naked arms encircled his body and grasped his limp member.

Stephen stiffened in more than one way, he had no idea who this woman was but his sex-starved cock didn't care.

He groaned in frustrated lust, as his erection grew under the attentions of her fingers.

'Turn around my hairy gorilla I want to make sure you are ready for me,' said Angel kneeling down in the shower and taking him into her mouth.

Even in the darkness, Stephen could use his hands to feel her smooth firm body as she sucked him. 

This woman reminded him of Agent Black, the Ice Queen from the BTO. Could she have feelings for his twin in this dimension, and if so why hadn't they hit it off in his.

Her mouth had achieved its mission, and he was more than ready for her.

She led him into the bedroom, her enhanced eyes seeing like a cat in the dim light. 

'As a special treat I will let you fuck me doggy style Steve' she murmured, kneeling on the bed with her naked bottom to him.

Stephen thought he had died and gone to heaven. 

It was Agent Black, and even in the dim light of his bedroom he could see that she was beautiful. 

He hadn't had any sex for years; he had just been too busy. 

First as a policeman and then as a Vigilante, he didn't get the chance to meet eligible women very often. 

She was wriggling her bottom in sexual invitation, and his cock plunged into her without any conscious decision on his brain's part. 

She gasped as he pounded into her, gripping her hips tightly and slamming himself deep inside her wet cunt.

Angel smiled to herself, when she heard him growl as he orgasmed deep inside her. 

He collapsed on top of her as his legs gave way, and she relished the feel of his heart pounding against her back.

'Mmmmmmm that was nice darling, quicker than normal but very nice indeed,' she purred feeling him still inside her.

'It makes a change not to have to share you with Alison and mother,' she remarked.

Even in his post orgasmic haze Stephen couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

His twin wasn't just fucking Agent Black, but also her mother and some other woman called Alison. 

Wait a fucking minute; Dr. Fairweather of the Orphanage had a first name of Alison. 

Could it be that his twin was fucking Dr. Fairweather as well. 

Stephen was impressed, and not a little jealous of his dimensional twin.

In any case he had better not push his luck with Agent Black. 

He withdrew, and kissing her beautiful mouth muttered that he had to go to the loo.

'Don't be long, my motor is still running and although I don't have the specialised tools that Gloria has, I am sure I can get you ready for another round,' she said as he walked out of the room.

Who the fuck was Gloria? 

Was she yet another woman, in his twin's life? 

No wonder he wasn't getting any sex, his twin was getting his share, thought Stephen as he hurriedly dressed. 

He hated to leave such a beautiful woman, but knew that when she saw his scar she would know something wasn't right about the situation. 

With a regretful sigh he jumped to a Burger van he knew about that was set up in a layby on the M1, and ordered a Burger and a tea.

'Hello,' said the van's owner, he commented about the hilt of Excalibur sticking out of the collar of Stephen's greatcoat. 

Stephen just said that he was on his way home from a Kendo class. 

They chatted for a while then the man looked up as a loud grumbling roar announced the arrival of three Motorbikes into the layby.

'What have we got here then lads,' sneered a rough drunken voice from behind Stephen.

'Looks like a refugee from "Blade" what with that pansy sword an all' answered another squeakier voice.

'I could show him a bigger weapon than that' said a third.

Stephen turned to face the trio of would-be bikers, they were a scruffy bunch and the leader was determined to intimidate this faggot in his black coat.

Stephen was tired of cutting people in two; he needed a change of pace.

He smiled a friendly smile at the leader of the group, and taking a step towards him smashed him full in the face with his fist.

The thug flew backwards from the force of Stephen's blow, his nose was smashed and filling his head with screaming pain. 

The two other bikers were shocked; this wasn't how it went. 

They would terrorise the mark, and they would often offer them money to go away.

The squeaky one made the mistake of drawing out his knife. 

Stephen had issues with knifemen, and drew his own version of a knife. Squeaky's knife was 8 inches of deadly steel. 

Stephen's was 4ft of star metal that flashed down onto the knifeman's wrist and severed it neatly.

His body automatically set itself for the follow up slash that would decapitate the thug. 

With a great effort of control he refrained from taking the man's head and instead sheathed Excalibur, allowing the injured man to live.

The third man looked and ran leaving his friends behind.

'Do you have a cellphone?' Stephen asked the Burger man.

'Please ring for an Ambulance.'

Steve walked around the Burger van, and vanished.

Stephen had actually done Steve a favour, when questioned the Burger van owner could only remember the long scar that ran down one side of the swordsman's face.

'It must have been Dr. Snip' deduced the investigating officer. 

'Big man, black coat, big sword, at last we have someone who has seen his face and lived. 

Those bikers must have caught him in a good mood, or he would have killed them.

He should be easy to find now that we know about his scar.'

Steve was shocked to learn that he was going to be a father; Gloria was sitting on his lap and smiling at him proudly.

'Will Richard mind that you are pregnant by another man?' asked Steve concernedly.

'Of course not silly boy, I have already given him three sons,' she replied.

Steve was a happy man, he was only sorry that Gloria had become pregnant before Alison. 

He vowed to spend a lot more time with Alison, until she too became pregnant.

Angel finally got tired of waiting for Steve to return to the bedroom and went to look for him.

When she realised he had left the house she was more puzzled than angry.

Angel knew it must have been important for him to pass up sex with her.

She got dressed and jumped uptime to visit with her mother.

Steve looked up with a smile as Angel walked into Gloria's living room.

'Hello Angel, guess what?' he asked smiling at her.

Angel glowered at him in annoyance, ' Guess what? Do you mean I'm to guess why you just left me with my naked arse in the air?'

'Sorry Angel, you've lost me there, I haven't seen you since before the King was kidnapped,' replied Steve.

'As if that makes any difference, you have just fucked me not an hour ago and then left me to come here,' she growled.

'I came uptime to see you Angel, I think I may have crossed myself temporally. The papers are full of me killing prisoners and I swear to you that I haven't,' he said. ' Or at least I haven't done that yet.'

Angel was a very experienced Time traveller and realised that Steve could be in big trouble if he had got his own timeline in a muddle.

'I'll go and make some coffee while we think this through' she said walking towards the kitchen.

'Coffee, why on earth would you be making coffee?' Steve asked her.

'I thought you had started drinking it at last, your kitchen smells of it as did your mouth when you kissed me,' Angel replied.

'But I hate coffee, I never would drink it,' he stated emphatically.

'I hate to sound stupid, but are you sure it was me with you?'

'Well if it wasn't you it was your twin brother, even in the dark I know your body Steve,' she replied huffily.

'Did you see my face?' he persisted.

'No I didn't see your face it was too dark. but I know your cock when it is fucking me,' she said getting annoyed.

'Why didn't I think of this earlier,' Steve said hitting himself on his head. 'I'll ask Merlin, he will have a record of QT jumps and can tell me if I have been to any prisons lately.'

'Sorry Steve but that will only work up to the present time, if you have jumped back to these prisons from the future then Merlin cannot know about that jump as it hasn't happened yet,' explained Angel.

'I'll ask anyway.' Said Steve stubbornly.

'Merlin old friend are you free?'

'I'm free Steve old friend how can I help you?'

Steve explained the situation as far as he understood it to the AI. 

Angel also told her story and they waited for the World Brains reply.

'As you know Steve, I can detect any QT activity. I have deduced that there is another Time traveller with a QT that was not manufactured in this timeline. The only explanation is that this time traveller is from another dimension. Angel's remark about your twin may be perfectly accurate. I warned you about dimensional jumping and you took note of my warning. It may be that this other Steve ignored his version of me, and jumped through the Dimensional wall.'

'That would explain how I could be in two places at once,' said Steve thoughtfully.

Angel blushed, as she realised that she had been fucked by a stranger, albeit one who was identical to her lover.

'Well whoever he was he has made himself at home in your house,' said Angel. ' He was having a shower when I met him.'

'It must have been him who made that breakfast, and he obviously likes coffee,' commented Steve.

'Well the sooner you meet him the better,' said Angel.

'I'll be sure to give him your love darling,' teased Steve smiling at her red face.

'As we seem to keep missing each other I will simply leave a note on the kitchen table. I will suggest that we meet at Angel's ledge at a particular time. That way I won't have to wait very long at all before meeting myself.'

One of the many advantages of having a time machine is that you can arrange such meetings. 

Even if it took the dimensional Twin a week before he read the note, he would still arrive at the same time as Steve on the ledge. 

Assuming of course that he wanted to meet him.

Stephen did want to meet his twin, but he found that he was very nervous about it.

He had found the note, and decided to wash and shave before this historic meeting. 

He also had to clean some of the biker's blood off his coat.




Dr. Snip Ch. 11



Looking at himself in the mirror he knew he looked his best. 

As always he scowled when he saw the long ugly scar that disfigured his face. 

Still there was nothing he could do about that, so squaring his shoulders he jumped to the spatial and temporal co-ordinates in the note. 

As the host so to speak, Steve had arrived a few minutes earlier. 

He had thoughtfully brought along a six-pack of his favourite beer and some sandwiches. 

In case his twin didn't drink alcohol, he also brought a flask of tea and a flask of coffee. 

To show that he was willing to be peaceful he removed his coat and sword, and sat on the ledge looking out over the blue lake far below. 

He still had his QT on him as usual, and could Phase at a seconds notice if he was attacked. 

He thought the chances of that happening were slim to vanishing, but it was always wise to think of all possibilities.

Stephen was surprised when he materialised on a ledge on the side of a cliff in the Jurassic. 

As he had never become that close to his version of Angel, she had never invited him there.

Out of courtesy, Steve had arranged that his twin materialise with his back to the cliff and facing towards Steve. 

The ledge was small enough, that it was obvious that Steve was alone and unarmed.

Stephen took in the situation at a glance; his twin was sitting calmly looking out over the lake towards the shore. 

This was a very pleasant place, the ledge was fifty feet above the lake and the air was clear and without pollution. 

Wanting desperately to make a good impression, Stephen also removed his coat and sword and calmly sat down next to his twin.

'Hello you, nice to meet at last,' he said quietly.

Steve turned his head and looked at this man sitting beside him. 

He was surprised to find that it wasn't like looking in a mirror at all. 

For one thing his hair was parted differently from how it looked in a mirror. 

But the main difference; was an ugly scar that ran down one side of his twins face.

'Welcome to my dimension Steve,' he said offering his hand.

'Stephen if you don't mind' said his twin shaking his hand firmly.

'How did you get that scar if you don't mind me asking?

'Little sneaky bastard in Thailand slashed me with his knife,' answered Stephen grimacing at the memory.

'Ah, my little sneaky bastard went for my guts instead,' said Steve.

'Lucky you, still I assume he is just as dead in this dimension as he is in mine?' said Stephen confidently.

'Oh yes, he won't try that trick on anyone again. Why didn't you get that scar removed uptime?' asked Steve curiously. 

'Didn't know I could old boy, nobody mentioned it could be done,' said Stephen pleased at the care in Steve's voice.

'Oh I'm surprised Angel didn't organise it for you?'

'Who's Angel old chap?' asked Stephen.

'Ah, sorry I forget that your dimension may be different from this one in various ways. Angel is a Time Agent, her name is Angela Black to be precise.'

Stephen recognised the name, 'Agent Black, yes we have met but we never got on that well.'

'That's not what she told me, apparently you and her got on very intimately shall we say,' said Steve smiling to show there was no recriminations involved.

'Ah yes sorry about that, I didn't mean to poach your girl or anything like that, it just happened,' said Stephen sincerely.

'Don't worry your head about it, Angel is from the 26th Century as you know, and sex to her is like food and drink, and sometimes not as important. I brought a few things for a picnic, I deduced from the smell in my kitchen that you are a lover of coffee.' 

Steve passed over the flask of coffee and the sandwiches, and they sat together companionably as they ate and chatted about their slightly different lives.

Steve was amazed at how similar their lives had been; up until they had found the QT device their paths had been almost identical. 

However with the introduction of Time travel, their lives had veered away from each other.

The main difference was that Stephen had never become friends with Angel, or for that matter Alison. 

This surprised Steve, because he could tell from talking to him that Stephen was a very nice friendly person. 

This made Steve appreciate how much he owed Angel for being part of his life. 

Steve had never felt so close to another man in his life, he found himself telling Stephen everything about himself, including his dilemma regarding the women in his life. 

Stephen couldn't begin to compete with Steve regarding women. However he had certainly made more of a dent in the perverts of his dimension, than Steve had in this one.

It appeared to Steve, that Stephen had more of the killer instinct than he did. 

He could tell from Stephens replies, that he had travelled deeper into the dark side of his personality than Steve had.

Stephen was also surprised to hear about Merlin. In his dimension the World Brain had either not become sentient, or hadn't revealed itself to Stephen.

Stephen found himself relaxing in Steve's company, and his sunny smile, which had been rare in the past months, re-established itself on his face.

'You know something Stephen,' said Steve ' you are a handsome bastard; we must get that scar removed. I will take you to see Dr. Young, he is Angel's doctor and can perform miracles on a regular basis.'

Stephen almost glowed with pleasure, at the thought that someone actually cared about him.

'I also must introduce you to Gloria, Angel's mother. She will be fascinated to meet you, I'm sure if she doesn't enslave you she will soon find a Handmaiden who will,' said Steve.

Steve was a bit worried when Stephen advised him to sleep Phased. 

He explained Merlin's warning about using the phase field too much. Stephen admitted his fear of being helpless when asleep, and Steve realised that without his close friendship with Merlin, Stephen didn't have the bullet-dodging programme that protected Steve. 

'You must meet my Merlin,' Steve said.

'Merlin, are you free old friend?' he said out loud.

Merlin appeared to Steve, as if he too was sitting on the ledge looking out over the lake.

'Merlin, can you please allow yourself to be seen by my Twin?' asked Steve.

'Certainly Steve old friend' said the wizard, and Stephen jumped in surprise as he saw Merlin appear before him, via his own implant.

Steve explained how he had become friends with the World Brain of the 26th Century, and how helpful it was to have the almost omnipotent computing power of the AI on his side.

Steve decided it was time to introduce Stephen to his friends, and they stood up and dressed. 

Steve asked about Stephen's Excalibur, Steve had been given his sword as a birthday present from Angel. 

Stephen told Steve that he had jumped back to Arthur's time, and simply retrieved it from the bottom of the lake when the knights had rode away.

'By the way Stephen, were going to be a Daddy,' said Steve as he was finishing getting dressed.

'Dare I ask who the mother is?'

'Of course you can, it's Gloria, Angel's mother,' said Steve smiling at his twin.

'Some guys have all the luck, some guys have all the pain' sang Stephen good-naturedly. 'Oh I assume that Alison is indeed Dr. Fairweather?'

'Ah yes, she is also trying for a baby with my help,' admitted Steve blushing.

'Don't tell me anymore I'm too young for this,' said Stephen smiling at his twins embarrassment. 

Without any further delay, Steve jumped them both to Gloria's Manor house in the 26th Century.

Both Angel and Gloria were in the garden when they materialised.

'Hello again, remember me?' asked Angel regarding Stephen sternly.

'How could I forget the best experience of my life, Oh beautiful one,' replied Stephen smiling his most charming smile and bowing to her.

'Careful Angel, this one could be a male version of me,' purred Gloria offering her hand to Stephen.

Stephen bent low to kiss her tiny hand.

'In order for me to be a male version of you Lady Gloria, I would have to be Eros God of Love, to compare myself to you Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.'

Gloria almost growled with pleasure at his flattering words, she found herself getting very wet. 

She had to consciously hold herself back, from kissing this silver tongued scarred version of her Steve.

Angel noticed her mother flexing her nails, as she stared up at Stephen.

'Behave yourself Gloria, let the poor man have a drink before you fuck him' she said, pulling Gloria into the house to make the drinks.

Stephen was over the moon; he had never felt such friendliness and attention from such a beautiful woman in his life. 

He was instantly smitten with Gloria, and envied Steve his relationship with her.

Steve was going to warn Stephen about Gloria's arsenal of Erotic weapons, but thought that he would have more fun finding out for himself.

Steve was very pleased at Stephen's reception from Angel and Gloria. 

He wanted his twin to be accepted as he was by his friends.

'So tell me daughter, what was he like in bed?' asked Gloria of Angel in her kitchen.

'Straightforward and impatient, I suppose would cover it,' replied Angel remembering him collapsing on her after orgasming so quickly.

'Well I can certainly cure that, Gloria murmured regarding one of her nail injectors that delivered a drug that could keep a man going for hours without being able to orgasm.

'That scar really turns me on, I have never seen a man so marked,' said Gloria.

In her century, there were no defects caused by birth or accident. 

All the British men were handsome, and all the British women were beautiful by design. 

Stephen's scarred face made him unique, and Gloria wanted him badly.

'Don't you dare have that scar removed before I've fucked him,' she warned her daughter.

'Oh for Gods sake Mother take him away after Tea and fuck him senseless if it will stop you going on about him,' snapped Angel.

'Thank you daughter I might just do that,' grinned Gloria.

Both men had removed their coats and swords, and were sitting waiting for them to return.

Stephen smiled his sunny smile at Gloria when she returned with the coffee. 

He was surprised and delighted when she sat on his lap and kissed him.

He flinched however when her fingers traced the scar on his face.

'Shhhhhhhh my dear boy,' she whispered ' I want to feel this honourable wound, tell me how you came by it.'

Stephen felt her tiny fingers brushing his scar, and realised that she was genuinely interested in him and his story. 

He found himself telling her about the incident, without trying to edit out the rage he had felt at the time.

Gloria couldn't help herself she licked his scar from bottom to top, her saliva acting like a nerve agent on his senses. 

This version of Steve was so different from the Steve she knew. 

Stephen was like a dark shadow, a tormented soul, and yet he sang so easily and had such a sunny smile. 

He fascinated her, and puzzled her at the same time.

She could sense his rage barely hidden beneath his charm and levity, and it both scared her and excited her. 

This version of her Steve was a true primitive, and she determined to have him.

Steve watched Gloria with a feeling of fondness; she was like a naughty kitten. 

No matter what she did, he couldn't find it within himself to censure her.

Anyway she was going to be the mother of his child, and as such was beyond criticism.

Angel was desperate for Steve, and asked Gloria if she would like to show Stephen the lake whilst Angel and Steve caught up on things.

Gloria stood up and asked Stephen to go for a walk with her. 

He was only too pleased to do so, and holding her little hand in his they walked out into the grounds towards the lake.

'Thank fuck they have gone,' said Angel kissing Steve passionately.

'I feel as if I have been short-changed and you are going to have to make it up to me.'

Steve allowed her to drag him upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms.

Stephen was happy to follow this beautiful little woman towards the lake in the grounds. 

Noticing the type of flowers that surrounded the lake he waxed lyrical.

'I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high over hill and dale, and all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils,' he quoted to her.

Gloria was pleased at this effort; she was humming a happy little tune, as she walked hand in hand with him. 

His mind was full of her, he was really turned on and had to surreptitiously adjust himself in his pants for comfort. 

Gloria grinned her wicked grin as she ran her fingernail down his arm lightly scratching his skin, and injecting her most potent Hypnotropic aphrodisiac drug.

Stephen couldn't wait any longer; he had to kiss her and stopped suddenly. 

He pulled her to him, and kissed her deeply on her sweet and eager mouth. 

His whole being was focused on her mouth and soft yielding body. 

He wanted to eat her all up, and lick her all over at the same time. 

He vaguely realised that she was undressing him, and he just stood admiring her as she did so. 

When he was completely naked, she seemed to just shrug her body and her clothes slipped off her.

Stephen groaned with desire, as he feasted his eyes on her beautiful firm young body. 

Her brilliant green eyes studied his strongly muscled body, as he studied her completely hairless one.

His erection jutted out towards her in invitation, and with a gentle smile she knelt down on the grass in front of him, and drew him into her hot mouth.

Stephen thought he was dreaming, as she sucked gently on his swollen cock. 

He ran his fingers through her shoulder length auburn hair, marvelling at its softness and shine. 

Her drug was washing through him, and he had never felt so potent and turned on in his life. 

His shaft had swollen to such a size, that she could barely encompass it with her mouth.

'By the God's you are so hairy down here,' she said fondling his hairy testicles.

'You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,' he whispered looking down at her kneeling before him.

'Do you want to fuck me Stephen?' she asked artlessly, ' do you want to stick this enormous cock into my tiny little hole?' 

Stephen reached down and lifted her up onto his chest, she wrapped her naked legs around his waist and gasped as he lowered her down to be impaled on his rigid cock.

'Oh Gods you are stretching me so wide' she groaned, as her pubes finally slid down until she was sitting on the root of his thick cock.

Growling with lust she sank her teeth into his neck, reinforcing the aphrodisiac that was coursing through his veins.

He fell to his knees, so that he could lay her on her back on the grass. 

Her legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist, to ensure that he couldn't withdraw from her aching body. 

She wanted him so badly it frightened her; she had fucked and been fucked thousands of times by men and women. 

However this strange version of a primitive man, had cut through all her years of sexual cynicism. 

Although she loved Steve and was happy to have his child, a primitive part of her hindbrain responded to Stephen's primal rage that bubbled just beneath the surface.

'Fuck me Stephen, show me what you can do, make me come over your big cock,' she cried as he began to thrust into her.

She was so tight, that he was really scared that he might in fact tear her little vagina. 

However the drugs made him disregard this risk, and he just had to pound into her as hard as he could. 

His eyes drank in every movement of her large firm breasts, as they bounced in time to his urgent thrusts. 

Her nipples were hard with desire, and stuck out from her breasts like small strawberries. 

He just had to suck them hard, as he continued to fuck her.

Stephen was amazed and pleased with himself; he had been fucking this sexy woman for a long while and still had no need to come. 

Usually after such a long time without sex, he would have ejaculated within a minute. 

He could hear her egging him on to further efforts, 

'Turn me over Stephen I want you to fuck me from behind' she gasped.

Within moments she was on her hands and knees, and he was again pounding into her from behind. 

She had such a perfect little bottom, her cheeks were like a little plum and they quivered with the shocks of his thrusts. 

Suddenly he had the atavistic urge to mark his woman, and leaning down he sank his teeth hard into her firm little bum cheek. 

Gloria screamed in shock, as she felt the sharp pain of his teeth biting into her bottom. 

The pain triggered her orgasm and Stephen had to release his bite and hand on for dear life, as she writhed under him in her overwhelming orgasm.

'You Bastard!' she screamed in her passion, 'you fucking bastard, you bit me, you fucking bit my bum.' She groaned again as another wave of intense pleasure swept through her well-fucked body.

She reached behind and pulled his cock out of her soaking vagina.

'You bit my bum, so now you can fuck it,' she growled in lust as she thrust her anus back onto his still rigid cock.

Again she screamed in shock, as he thrust deep into her bum. 

Stephen had never buggered anyone in his life, and his brain seemed to be floating on a sea of erotic lust as he pounded her little bottom.

'I'm coming again you fucking Bastard' screamed Gloria loudly, as more waves of pleasure radiated out from her anus and caused her juices to squirt out of her vagina and splash over him.

'Fuck me you fucking hairy animal, fuck my arse hard,' she panted as yet another orgasm smashed through her.

Stephen was getting tired, he had been fucking this sexy little minx for some ten minutes, and although his cock was still up for more the rest of his body was weakening. 

Gloria was also getting a bit sore from his pounding, and decided to bring this session to an end.

'I love you Darling,' she gasped loudly, giving the trigger word that allowed Stephen to orgasm at last. 

Hearing only the word "Darling" he screamed in release, as he pumped every drop of his cum deep into her arse. 

His body collapsed onto hers, and she felt herself being squashed under his greater weight. 

Stephen was almost unconscious from his orgasm, and didn't feel it when she rolled over causing him to fall onto his side in exhaustion.

Gloria's vagina and bottom were both throbbing, and she belatedly realised that she may have bitten off more than she could chew with Stephen.

She had to resort to scratching herself with an analgesic from one of her nails; to ease the discomfort of her abused openings.

'Fuck me Stephen, I hadn't realised just how big your cock was,' she whispered to herself regarding his naked body lying beside her.

Wriggling up to him, she cradled his sweating head in her arms and kissed him gently. 

His face looked totally relaxed for a change, and she was proud that she had been instrumental in pleasing this tormented man.

Angel had also been enjoying herself, albeit in a gentler fashion. 

She was riding Steve as he lay on his back. 

He was enjoying the feeling of her pubes grinding against his balls, as she thrust her hips against him in a rocking motion.

She had already orgasmed twice, and was now happy to tease her man into his own orgasm.

Looking down at Steve's strong face, she realised how handsome he was in a rugged primitive way. 

It hurt her to look at Stephen's face, like all Britons she was used to seeing only beauty. 

As a side effect of genetic enhancement, there were no ugly men or women any more. 

If you were unlucky enough to have an accident that scarred you, you could be repaired easily.

She also loved to watch his face when she made him come for her.




Dr. Snip Ch. 12



STEPHEN.

Stephen Steel, the dimensional twin of Steve, was in Love, totally madly insanely and completely in love.

It was the first time he had ever been in love, and it was overwhelming him. 

Her name was Glorious Gloria, and she was the most beautiful sexiest woman in two Dimensions. 

His life had lit up after she had seduced him yesterday, perhaps seduced wasn't a strong enough word for what she had done to him.

She had nearly killed him with her love, his twin Steve, had to carry him back into the Manor house and put him to bed. 

Stephen had slept all through the night and had just awoken to the songs of the birds, and strangely enough the howling of wolves that came from the nearby forest.

There was no danger from the wolves and other wild animals that had been reintroduced into the British countryside. 

A sonic fence surrounded the Manor; that separated the civilised from the wild.

Stephen was certainly no virgin, as a Paratrooper he had been around the world, and had made love to many women in many countries. 

His charming manner and sunny smile; had drawn women to him like bees to honey. 

This sunny side, was balanced by a very dark side; that had been born due to the bloody operations that he had been involved with as a soldier.

He had made love to them, but had never fallen in love with any of them.

He lay naked on his back basking in the sun that shone brightly through the large windows of Gloria's bedroom, and thought about Gloria. 

Perhaps he was captivated, because she had been the aggressive one last night. 

She had seemed in total control of their lovemaking, and he had been happy to conform to her wishes.

Lately his life had been one long round of death and destruction, and his dreams had been of blood.

Now his mind was filled with Gloria, and he smiled as he relaxed on the bed. 

Suddenly his nose detected the smell of Bacon and Coffee. 

He sat up quickly as the door opened, and Angel walked in with a tray.

'Don't get used to this service buster, mother was called away to see the King,' said Angel totally ignoring his nakedness.

'I took pity on the dried out husk of a man that Steve carried in here last night,' she said handing him the tray of Bacon, Eggs and Coffee.

'What no toast?' he asked smiling up at Angel.

'Cheeky fucker, your lucky to get this,' she said 'Mother is good at fucking men but not that good at feeding them afterwards.'

Angel sat down on the bed and watched as Stephen tore into his food. 

He was starving, and soon finished off every scrap of food and gulped down the mug of hot coffee.

'God Agent Black that was delicious, why am I so hungry, I could eat that all again.'

'Considering you are lying there stark naked, and remembering the fact that you fucked me yesterday, you may as well call me Angel.

The aphrodisiac drugs that mother uses, cause your body to burn up lots of energy. You need food to replace it. If you want seconds come down to the kitchen and help yourself.'

Stephen watched as she walked out of the bedroom, her bottom swaying unconsciously. 

He remembered her naked bottom only too well, and had to pull up the bedclothes to hide his reaction to it.

He was still hungry so jumped out of bed, and dressed in shirt and Trousers. 

He ran downstairs into the kitchen and stood confused, as he couldn't recognise anything he could use to make a second breakfast.

He realised that he was like a Victorian, looking at a microwave oven.

The kitchen had lots of shiny things in it, but he had no idea what they did. 

He was so hungry he decided to jump back to his own kitchen for a good feed.

No sooner thought than done, and back in the 20th Century he made himself an enormous breakfast, using up all his Bacon Eggs and bread and filling a pint mug with coffee.

He wolfed this second breakfast down, and relished every bite and swallow. 

At last he was replete, and sat relaxed at the table sipping his big mug of coffee.

He wondered what Gloria was doing, what did her daughter mean by aphrodisiac drugs? 

There was so much he didn't know about 26th Century culture.

He wondered why Gloria had gone to see the King, as he went upstairs to change into clean clothes.

Gloria was bubbling with excitement, the King was going to elevate Steve to the Peerage. 

He was going to become a Lord of the Realm. 

This was no spur of the moment Knighting, this was a ponderous Royal ceremony that would involve the entire court.

The rumour was that Sir Steven Steele; was going to be made Lord Steele of India. 

This was a tremendous honour and would make Steve a very rich and powerful man in the 26th Century.

Gloria had been called to help organise the event, as Steve's personal friend and lover she could be the liaison between him and the organisers of the pageant. 

Gloria was thrilled to assist her Steve rise in the world, however although she thought she loved him, she was well aware that he wasn't just her Steve. 

He also belonged if that was the term, to Angel and Alison. 

However Stephen, this other darker version of him was hers alone; and she hoped to keep it that way. 

Stephen was Steve, an exact copy down to the DNA, and she was his only lover. 

She knew he had sex with Angel, but that was simply a mistake on her part and wouldn't be repeated. 

Gloria was deciding whether or not to back off from Steve, and concentrate on Stephen.

She thought she loved them both, but like most women she really wanted the undivided love and attention of her man.

STEFAN

Back in Steve's garden in the 20th Century, at the same time as Stephen was changing his clothes in the bedroom, there appeared a subtle wrongness about a certain area of the space between two apple trees.

It seemed like a heat shimmer danced in the air. 

An observer would have been amazed to see a clawed hand reaching through into our universe from elsewhere. 

It flailed about until it felt the trunk of the apple tree, and instinctively grabbed hold tightly. 

With a roar of pain and effort, a veritable nightmare was forced into our dimension.

Such was the strength of the things grip, that the trunk of the tree splintered and the top of the apple tree hit the ground.

A humanoid creature seemingly made from chitin and blades lie panting on the ground, then it seemed to fade into the background as a chameleon like change washed over its hard exterior.

Soon it looked just like a heap of grass and weeds.

Stefan was terrified and angry; he had stumbled into a rift in the dimensional wall caused by Stephens's incursion into this universe. 

The differing pressures had forced him through despite his attempts to fight.

He had come from a very different world to this one. 

Stefan's version of Earth was vicious and deadly, every animal and plant was evolutionarily designed to survive by killing and eating anything within reach.

An increase in background radiation and a long series of solar flares had forced horrific mutations in the Plants and Animals of his dimension.

At the top of this food chain was what was left of humanity. 

The unstoppable evolution of an inimical world; had thinned the human population to a fraction of its size. 

All the gentle soft people had died violently, only the hardest and fastest survived. 

Through the desperate use of technology, the human survivors could kill anything, and did on a daily basis.

The reflexes of the survivors were lightning fast, and their weapons fantastically destructive.

At first glance he looked like an armoured Knight, with chitinous spikes protruding from his body similar to a porcupine. 

At any sign of danger, these spikes would spring out to protect him from attackers. 

His titanium suit was fitted with servomotors, to increase his strength and speed dramatically. 

It was powered by a small fusion reactor that sat in a compartment at the small of his back.

Stunned and confused, Stefan cowered under the tree waiting for the inevitable attack. 

However no roots writhed to strangle him, and no poisonous sap rained down upon him. 

After a while he opened his eyes behind the protective transparent eyelids of his helmet and looked around warily.

Nothing was attacking him; perhaps the vegetation was in a dormant mode.

As silent as a shadow he slid away from the tree into a clearing. 

All his senses were on maximum alert as he scanned the sky looking for predators. 

He spotted a few small flying things that appeared to have spikes sticking out of their heads, but his sensors detected no sign of danger from them. 

They were definitely not kamikaze hive bombers that would hurl themselves down towards their prey, accepting death on impact so the hive would feed.

This was a strangely quiet world and although keeping his camouflage projector running, Stefan stood up and surveyed the immediate surroundings.

Being in no immediate danger from attack, he was able to switch to detection mode and utilised all his senses to range out seeking sustenance.

His nasal sensors were able to smell a dead animal from a mile away depending on the wind direction. 

Stefan smelt meat close by and stealthily moved towards it.

He found the meat in a refrigerator, in a strangely defenceless house.

He heard a soft click from behind him, and in an instinctive reflex motion spun around his handguns that were bionic ally controlled by his eyes and thoughts, flashing into his hands. 

A small clock on the mantelshelf was ticking; twin red laser dots from his gun's sights rock steady on its harmless face.

Stefan felt no chagrin at his overreaction, overreaction kept you alive.

Better to blast three harmless plants than not to blast a strangler tree.

Over the exit door to his home bunker were burnt these words.

" Use your head, Slow means dead"

He holstered the guns and reached into the refrigerator. 

There was a type of dead bird, and some other foodstuffs that he couldn't identify.

Taking the bird he walked to a corner of the room, and stood with his back to the wall. 

His eyes were constantly surveying the immediate area for threats as he opened the lower part of his helmet; just enough to allow himself to tear into the bird. 

He was famished, and soon all that was left of the chicken was a pile of greasy bones scattered around him on the floor.

With a smooth whirring noise his helmet closed again, its titanium metal protecting him from the outside.

His every breath filtered through a small energy field to destroy airborne microbes.

Where the fuck was he? He could only assume an enemy had done this to him and he knew what to do with enemies. 

Stefan had been indoctrinated by his trainers, and his world; to believe implicitly in this axiom.

"When in doubt, take it out"

He needed a drink and approached the sink with caution; he ran a stream of water into a mug. 

He scanned it for inimical life with his bio scanner, before using his suits built in straw to suck the water into his thirsty mouth.

In an attempt to discover more about his situation he searched the room. In a drawer he found an old photo of a group of soldiers, one of them bore an uncanny resemblance to Stefan.

This person seemed to be happy as he was smiling at the camera; his face showed none of the lines that had made Stefan look old before his time. The need for constant vigilance and concentration, had etched his face with a network of lines. 

There was also the scar that ran down one side of his face, as a reminder of a wire vine that had sprung at him unexpectedly when he was young and inexperienced. 

Luckily for him his partner had managed to burn it, before it wrapped itself completely around his neck where it would have decapitated him like a cheese wire. 

This would have soaked the ground with his blood, and allowed the plant to survive in his combative world.

Stefan didn't hate the plant; it was only trying to survive, as were they all. 

However from then on he blasted every wire vine he came across.

Apart from the picture there was nothing familiar in this place. 

This very dwelling would not have lasted a minute on his world. 

Humans lived in hardened bunkers protected by poisoned ground and flamethrowers; to keep back the almost sentient animals and plants.

He recognised a computer when he saw one and moving it around so his back was to a wall he began to call up all the information he could find about this world.

After an hour of research he sat back in puzzled wonder, this world was so soft and harmless compared to his own. 

The plants were just mindless harmless plants, and there were very few animals that weren't used for food. 

He smiled a rare smile, as he stood up and walked out of the door into the garden.

With a quiet hissing sound his armoured visor rose, and then the secondary transparent visor also slid up into the top of his helmet.

This bared his face, to the soft warm breeze that wafted across the orchard. 

This was a first for Stefan, to be face naked outside the home bunker. 

Every time he returned to the home bunker he had to go through three different showers, to ensure that no microbial predators had hitched a ride on or in him.

Had he been stupid enough to do this on his own world he would be dead in minutes. 

His lungs invaded by inimical spores that would infest his body in seconds.

This was a rare treat, and he relished the feel of the warm sunlight on his head and face.

STEPHEN

Stephen had washed and changed, and was feeling a lot more relaxed and happy than he had been in a long time. 

He looked out of the bedroom window, to enjoy the view of Steve's orchard. 

To his amazement, he saw what looked to be a Storm trooper standing by an apple tree. 

Stephen had never seen or met a Storm trooper, but had heard that there was a rogue one out there somewhere, and by the looks of it this thing could be it. 

His first thought was to jump back and ask Agent Black for help, but then he thought fuck it I can handle this alone. 

He crept down the stairs and out into the garden.

Stefan's senses were better than most animals, and he heard something trying to creep up on him from behind. 

He was a slave to his deeply conditioned reflexes, and without conscious thought he spun around his twin guns leaping into his hands and fired at the attacker. 

Stephen was caught completely by surprise, as the figure blurred into violent action without warning. 

Fortunately for him, Steve had programmed Stephen's QT to Phase. 

This acted as an automatic shield to protect him from bullets etc. 

It was only this programme that prevented him from being blasted into bloody rags. 

The rounds from Stefan's twin heavy calibre guns, slammed into the phase field that had sprung into being around Stephen. 

Even with the invulnerable protection of the field around him, the kinetic force of the heavy bullets knocked Stephen backwards. 

He had only popped back here for breakfast, not a fucking war. 

He wasn't even armed, so deciding that discretion was the better part of valour he jumped back to Gloria's house to confer with agent Black after all.

Stefan was wondering who it had been that was attacking him, whomever it was had seemed to vanish behind some sort of force field. 

When he ran to the spot where the man had been there was nothing there. His heart pounding from adrenaline rush, he tried to make some sense of what had just occurred. 

His super fast senses had glimpsed a face similar to his own, before it was covered by that strange glasslike force field. 

The attacker even had a similar scar on his face. 

For once Stefan wished he hadn't reacted so violently, but even as he thought this he realised that he was a product of his world and could not have done anything else in the situation. 

The lack of a dead body forced him to admit that the man had escaped, and would probably be back with reinforcements. 

It was time for him to leave, loading a small bag with food and drink he set off into the evening heading into the open country. 

In a spirit of "Fuck you" he left the faceplate open so that he could smell the clean fresh scents of this world as he walked.

STEVE

Back at the Orphanage in Thailand, where he had been taking some well-needed R & R, Steve realised that his holiday was over. 

The news was all about an abducted little girl, on holiday in Spain.

She had been taken from her bed in the middle of the night, and the local police were at a loss to solve this crime. 

The town was full of holiday apartments, and she could be in any one of them. 

She could even be out of the country, if the abductor had planned this carefully.

Alison saw the effect this story had on her lover, and although she desperately wanted him to stay with her she knew and agreed that his talents were called for in this case.

She handed him the key to the wardrobe in which he had stored his coat and sword. 

Alison sat quietly on the bed watching him gear up for this mission. 

With the donning of the black leather trench coat, he seemed to embrace the dark personality of Dr. Snip. 

Sheathing Excalibur in the sheath at his back, his face became sombre as he began the planning he would require to rescue the little girl.

'See you soon darling, this time we've spent together has been clean and good, I will remember it,' he said hugging her to him.

'I love you Steve, please take care of yourself,' she whispered.

On second he was standing in front of her, then he vanished as he jumped to Spain.

Dr Snip was in a very bad mood, he was confident that he could rescue the girl, but the very fact that he had been pulled back into this shit infuriated him. 

Steve was a very nice kind person, but underneath this persona was a dark tide of frustrated hatred towards the scum of humanity that attacked the very young and helpless.

What really depressed him was how this case would affect his relationship with Alison. 

Her whole life was a testament to love and life. 

She loved and protected the children that he had rescued, and he knew that she was afraid that Dr. Snip would become ascendant in his personality if he weren't careful.

As the police didn't know exactly what time during the night that the girl was kidnapped, Steve had to wait outside the apartment until something happened. 

There were two ways out of the apartment block. 

Steve put a spy eye on the rear door to alert him in case the abductor used that route. 

He would normally cut his waiting time by mini jumping ahead until he spotted something untoward. 

This time however he decided to simply wait in the shadows, and consider the best way to punish this kidnapper.

One of the many advantages of time travel; was that when he discovered the kidnappers identity he could simply jump back in time to before the attack and ensure that it never happened in the first place. 

However this lacked the sense of justice and righteous retribution; that his soul needed to justify the vicious things he did. 

Sometimes these kidnappings were a spur of the moment crime. Consequently if he jumped back a few days and confronted the pervert, the man may honestly not know what he was being accused of. 

This time Steve decided to allow the actual abduction to take place; to establish the guilt of the kidnapper, then he could extract a suitable retribution for the crime.

Being a holiday town the fun and games went on into the night, and continued often until the sun rose the next day. 

People were coming and going in and out of the apartment block constantly. 

He was looking for someone carrying a bundle or something of that nature, in which a little girl could be concealed. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 12



At last via his spy eye, he saw a laundry basket being wheeled out of the rear entrance and being loaded onto a van.

Steve had learned a good lesson from his time with Omega the King's Storm trooper. 

Omega was basically a robot with a human brain; his eyes were video cameras that could see in various frequencies. 

The one that had been most useful during their mission to rescue the King had been Omega's infrared detector. 

This could detect body heat from a distance, and Steve had acquired a set of 26th Century Infrared goggles so he too could detect the body heat of a person. 

He jumped to a position in the rear of the building where he had a good view of the laundry basket. 

Lowering the goggles he stared intently at the innocent wickerwork container full of sheets for washing.

As he had hoped there was a heat bloom from within the basket. 

He could have intervened at this point, but wanted to see if there were any other people involved in this dirty business.

The kidnapped girl was blissfully unaware of what was transpiring. 

She had been drugged and was sleeping deeply.

Had Steve seen her struggling in the basket, he would have intervened immediately to save her the stress and fear.

He had a few ways to follow the van, he could have jumped to its roof and hung on. 

He had done this once before, and that was once too many times for him.

He had learned that no matter how fast the van drove it couldn't escape him.

He simply followed it using short jumps, never allowing it out of his sight until it turned into a driveway about a mile from the snatch point.

Standing under a shady tree he phased into invisibility, and watched as the basket was rolled into the garage of the building. 

Ivan was humming a happy tune, as he rolled the basket through the garage and into the house.

Things had gone well, he had targeted this specific little girl a few days ago and had become familiar with the family's routine. 

He knew that they left their children safely sleeping, while they sat outside with friends just a few hundred yards away. 

Every half hour they popped back to see if everything was OK. 

Ivan had simply waited until they left and forced the door into the girl's room. 

Placing a drug soaked cloth over her face; he had placed her in the laundry basket he had brought along for that purpose.

Ivan stole children to order, he was very good at this and had never been caught. 

The buyer for this little girl had been very specific, and Ivan considered himself fortunate that he had found the perfect girl. 

He had no idea why the buyer wanted her, and couldn't care less. 

Ivan worked for money, end of story. 

His partner was waiting for him in the bedroom, her name was Elisha and she was from Morocco. 

She was useful in calming the young victims fears, the sight of a friendly female face worked wonders. 

She also didn't care what happened to the children, once they had been handed over to the buyers.

Dr. Snip stood quietly in a corner of the room, invisible behind the phase field. 

He watched as she arranged the girl neatly on the bed, and checked her pulse.

'She will be fine Ivan,' she said smiling at her lover and partner in crime.

'Good, she must not be damaged or we will not get our full money,' he grunted in reply, sitting down in front of his laptop to contact the buyers agent.

Elisha went out into the kitchen leaving the little girl un-observed for a second.

Snip had seen enough, and still phased he gently picked up the child and jumped back to her room. 

He laid her back on her bed and tucked her in. 

With a rare smile he brushed a lock of her hair away from her forehead, and losing the smile he jumped back to the kidnappers.

Elisha had just returned from the kitchen and was astonished to see the bed empty. 

Ivan was concentrating on his computer and hadn't noticed anything.

'Ivan, where is she?' asked the woman.

'Huh, where is who?' he replied looking up from the screen.

'She is safe and well,' said a cold dead voice from the doorway, ' unlike you two,' it continued as cold as a glacier.

Dr. Snip hated child abusers, most of them were male, but now and then he came across a female involved. 

The hatred he held for male predators, was a pale flicker compared to the disgust he felt for the female who actively assisted in harming children.

Ivan couldn't believe what he was seeing as a big man in a black leather greatcoat appeared in the corner of the room.

Stepping towards Elisha he drew a big sword, and without any warning thrust his sword completely through the woman's body. 

Snip's eyes were cold chips of ice as he watched the shock on Elisha's face transform into blankness, as her life left her.

Snip pulled the sword free of her body, to allow it to slump to the floor.

'What? Who? Why? Spluttered Ivan stunned into incoherence by the visious attack on his lover.

'There was a good chance that a jury would have let your girlfriend off lightly, I couldn't take the chance. Anyway I was being merciful to her,' explained Snip calmly. 

'You will soon wish it had been you instead of her.

I realise I have been rude in not introducing myself, before killing your girlfriend. 

My name is Dr. Snip, I have just rescued your victim and you are now going to tell me everything you know about your buyer. 

You can tell me this whilst remaining in one piece, or you can tell me this minus various parts of your body, it matters not to me.'

Ivan was stunned; this man was standing there ignoring the bleeding body of his lover. 

The man was conversing calmly with him, as if Elisha's death was of no importance whatever. 

Looking into Snip's eyes Ivan saw the terrible truth. 

Snip didn't care about Elisha, and he didn't care about Ivan. 

Ivan was in the presence of a monster, he had heard stories about this Dr. Snip and now he knew in his guts that they were all true.

'Fuck you Snip, go to hell,' he snarled in defiance throwing himself at the big man in grief and rage. 

His body hurtled across the room, his head intending to hit Snip in the belly and wind him. 

Ivan found himself sprawled on the floor; Snip had seemingly flickered to one side. 

Ivan screamed in shock and pain, as the sword slashed through his Achilles tendons on both legs crippling him instantly.

'Naughty naughty, that was very rude of you Ivan, tell me who your buyer is and we will see what happens,' remonstrated Snip calmly.

'Fuck you,' repeated Ivan stubbornly.

'Are you right or left handed Ivan?' asked Snip politely.

Ivan dragged himself to a wall and sat against it staring at this cold-blooded killer.

'The reason I ask Ivan, is that you may want to use the keyboard in a minute, and I would hate to remove your favoured hand,' explained the man standing over him.

Ivan experienced a churning in his guts as he watched Snip carefully wipe Elisha's blood off the shining blade of his sword.

It was the calm reasoning manner of Snip that broke Ivan's will. 

He had heard about the rapist that Snip had captured, if captured meant amputating both arms and legs. 

He knew in his guts that Snip would do the same to him. 

Ivan's buyer wouldn't pay him now, so Ivan owed him no loyalty. 

He told Snip the web address of the Agent, and waited while Snip fed in the details.

'I will make the meeting instead of you Ivan, if you want to live in one piece you will cooperate fully,' warned Snip coldly.

With Ivan's full compliance, Snip arranged to meet the agent in two hours time at a lonely spot in the country.

The girl would be exchanged for cash then and there.

Dr. Snip was considering killing Ivan, but decided that he might need him in case things went pear shaped. 

Where to put Ivan until he knew it was safe to kill him? 

Snip suddenly smiled to himself; and without any explanation jumped them to Egypt.

Ivan woke up after passing out from time shock and found himself lying on a cold stone floor, it was black totally black, there was no light at all. 

His hand found the blessing of a torch that had been tied to his wrist by Snip. 

Switching it on he stared in incomprehension at the world famous sarcophagus that he had seen many times in pictures. 

He knew that grave robbers had damaged this sarcophagus, during its long lifetime deep beneath the Pyramid of Cheops. 

However this one in front of him showed no such damage, and shining the torch around the room he could see golden objects and grave goods surrounded it. 

Stone blocks weighing many tons sealed the room. 

Somehow he had been transported here and it seemed that he was in the distant past, between the time of the sealing of this tomb and the arrival of the grave robbers. 

The dim light of his torch showed Snips final mercy to Elisha, her body was laying neatly on top of the stone box.

Knowing that Ivan would be safely confined until he needed him, Snip jumped forward to the meeting place to confront the Agent.

The meeting place was a lay-by on a country road well away from the main roads.

It was too beautiful a place to be used for such a filthy purpose. 

Steve waited under a tree until at the appointed time a large new motor home pulled into the space and stopped. 

The silence as the big diesel engine died; was broken by the song of nearby birds in the trees.

'Cooeee, are you there?' called a clear happy voice from the driving seat of the motor home.

Steve stepped out of the shadow of the tree, and approached the front of the vehicle. 

A motherly looking woman studied him approaching, and suddenly her face went white with shock. 

He could see that she recognised him, and the engine of the big motor home burst back into life as she frantically tried to drive away from him. 

Seeing the front of the vehicle bearing down on him, Snip phased and drew Excalibur. 

Standing his ground he lunged forward, the star blade encased in the phase field plunging through the radiator of the vehicle and deep into the engine block. 

The impact threw Snip backwards, but the engine died in a scream of sheared piston rods and a spray of coolant as the engine block disintegrated.

As Snip stood up and switched off the phase field, the woman jumped from the wrecked motor home and tried to run away.

Her breath was slammed out of her, as she ran straight into the big man as he appeared in front of her.

'How far do you think you can run with no feet?' she heard a cold voice ask as she lay breathing heavily on the dusty ground.

'I give up, please don't hurt me,' she panted in fear.

'Move and you die' said Snip, meaning every word as he walked towards the vehicle.

He stepped up into it and walked along its length, it had all the family bric a brac that one would associate with a holiday trip with the children. Three young kids were sleeping in the bunks. 

Only the box of pills on the side of the galley counter indicated that they were all drugged, to keep them quiet as the motor home travelled across the borders of the countries.

Leaving them sleeping peacefully, he walked back to the woman who had not moved from the spot where he had left her.

Squatting down next to her he studied her coldly.

Outwardly he seemed glacier cold, and without emotion.

However he was boiling with an inner rage at this excuse of a woman who would be involved in this business.

'Listen very carefully, your life depends on it,' he said as a preamble.

'Tell me everything you know about all those kids, I intend to return them to their families with or without your help. 

If it is without your help, then you will be dead in the most unpleasant way I can think of.'

The frightened woman almost wet herself at this threat. 

She had heard of the monster that called himself Dr. Snip, and her imagination threw up a far worse death than Steve could ever have thought of. 

Her greatest fear was of dark underground places and big spiders. 

Her will collapsed, and she took him to her motor home and handed him the files on the children present.

The motor home was fitted with a top of the range communications rig. Steve contacted the local police and informed them of the situation. 

Upon hearing him identify himself, the policeman on the other end of the phone screamed for his superior to take over the call. 

Steve had to repeat the details again, and promised to stay with the motor home until the police arrived.

Whilst waiting for the police to arrive, he had a quiet chat with the terrified woman. 

He ordered her to tell the police everything she knew, on pain of a horrible death. 

If she lied to protect herself, he would come for her wherever she was and kill her. 

Such was his reputation, that she believed this without question. 

She still remembered him killing her motor home with that big sword of his. 

How the fuck had he done that to her home.

She found herself longing for the sound of the police sirens, and breathed a sigh of relief when the police finally arrived.

Steve climbed into the motor home when he saw the police arrive, to say goodbye to the kids. 

They had woken up sleepy and confused, but cheered up when he told them that they were being returned to their families.

Looking out of the windscreen he waved to the approaching police, and stepping back out of sight he jumped back to the pyramid to fetch Ivan.

He found Ivan dead, lying beside Elisha with his wrists cut. 

Snip was frankly puzzled; it appeared that perhaps Ivan had thought he had been left here for good to die a lonely protracted death.

Then again he could have simply wanted to die so as to be with his lover.

Either way he had cut his wrists and climbed up to lay down beside her until blood loss had killed him.

The softer part of Dr. Snip that was Steve, hoped that there had indeed been a spark of love for Elisha in Ivan's heart and he hadn't wanted her to lie here alone. 

He grinned to himself as he pictured the eventual grave robbers digging their way into this chamber to find the two bodies where there could be no bodies.

He took a last look at the grim tableau, and jumped to the top of the pyramid to catch some sun. 

Sitting on the very peak, he scanned the four names of the buyers he had coerced from the woman Agent. 

The woman Agent had fallen over herself to tell him about her clients, and the uses that they wanted the children for. 

She was a hairs breath away from death when Snip heard the grisly details, but he restrained himself from gutting her by sheer willpower. 

He knew she would be put away for a long time, and decided for the moment that that punishment would suffice for her. 

However the punishment for the four buyers was another matter.

His face broke out in a smile as he thought of a suitable death for the four men.

All four men were very rich and powerful, and beyond the law to all intents. 

He waited until they were alone in their various homes, and approached them individually. 

He told them that Ivan and Elisha, the actual kidnappers, wanted a secret meeting to discuss the final payment as the police had arrested the Agent.

He waited until they started to bluster that they had no idea who these people were, before he jumped them to meet the two kidnappers.

Soon four disorientated men were staggering about in the Egyptian tomb wondering out loud as to what was happening.

Light was provided by a lone candle, that Snip had placed in Elisha's cold hands.

He explained the situation to the four men and told them to make the most of the candle, because once it was burnt out there would be no more light for them ever.

Then with a sense of loose ends neatly tied Snip jumped out, leaving the four to die of thirst and terror.

He had an appointment in the 26th Century, but first he jumped in for a quick visit with Alison to tell her the news regarding the missing children. 

After basking in her delight at the news, he jumped to Gloria's house to see how she was getting on with the preparations regarding his elevation to the peerage of that Century.

Gloria wasn't there; she was with the King's advisors discussing the finer points of the forthcoming pageant.

Steve saw his dimensional twin Stephen, walking moodily around the lake that occupied a part of the estate that Gloria's mansion nestled in. Seeing that Stephen looked agitated Steve walked over to him.

'Hi Stephen, how are you keeping?' he asked.

'Oh Hi Steve, nice to see you again, I'm keeping very well thank you. 

In fact I am so well that I am starting to shake. 

I must tell you that I am desperately in love with Gloria. 

She is the answer to all my dreams and I think that she loves me too. 

Agent Black, or Angel I should say, has been a bit hesitant in discussing Gloria with me. 

I assume its because Gloria is her mother, and it could be some 26th Century taboo to talk about matters like this. 

You are the only person I can talk too. 

Am I stepping on your toes here Steve, I know that you are very fond of Gloria and she of you.'

Steve listened with a wry grin on his face, as Stephen babbled on about his love for Gloria. 

He also loved the Queen of Sex, but not like this version of himself. 

It was almost impossible not to love her, she was beautiful and sexy and very very friendly. 

She would fuck you as soon as look at you, and she had the means to make you desire her above all other women. 

Steve had quite a bit of experience regarding the opposite sex, and had fallen in love with Angel and Alison before meeting Gloria. 

Despite this experience of falling in love, he had been swept of his feet by Gloria. 

Stephen however had been alone for years, and was very vulnerable to any kind of female attention. 

Gloria didn't know this, and used the full power of her charms on him. 

It was like her cracking a peanut with a sledgehammer. 

Stephen was so deliriously happy that it was causing a conflict with his dark side. 

He was physically starting to shake, from the wash of emotions that was threatening his self-identity. 

Stephen was darkness compared to Steve's light, and when Steve was also Dr. Snip he was still light compared to Stephen. 

Steve didn't like what he did as Snip, although he accepted it and took responsibility for his actions as the Vigilante. 

Stephen loved what he did, and couldn't wait to go out and slaughter his prey. 

Steve was a troubled man, but Stephen was a very dangerous psychopathic sociopath. 

This newfound joy was threatening his worldview of himself, and his self appointed mission. 

'Can you make my excuses to Gloria please Steve; I simply must get away for a bit. 

People to kill don't you know,' whispered Stephen urgently to Steve. 

'I understand Stephen,' replied Steve gripping his twin's shoulder firmly.

'Go get them Tiger,' he said bowing to the inevitable.

With a grateful grin Stephen vanished back to the 20th Century to do what he loved best, killing. 

There was a Storm trooper that he had a score to settle with.

Steve was saddened, that his twin was finding it hard to simply accept the love on offer here. 

Even though Gloria was pregnant with Steve's child, he knew she could and would make his dark twin Stephen a very happy man. 

Steve wasn't a fool, and had already seen that Gloria was smitten by Stephen. 

Steve was fully loved up by Angel and Alison, and although he loved Gloria it was not the sort of love she craved. 

He had hoped that Stephen could give Gloria the love and attention she deserved. 

Still it was early days yet, and he would just have to wait and see what happened.

His attention was caught by Gloria; who suddenly appeared in front of him. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 12



As he stepped back in surprise, he saw her grin her wicked grin. 

With a sensual shrug of her shoulders, her dress slithered to the ground leaving her naked in front of him. 

Steve warily stepped back another pace, respectful of her ability to seduce him at her whim. 

Strangely enough she simply smiled at him, and began to dance on the grass. 

Gloria was well over one hundred years old, and had a body like a pocket Venus. 

She was a tiny version of every man's dream woman. 

Beautiful heart shaped face with brilliant green eyes, and breasts that defied gravity despite being large and well shaped. 

Despite himself, the sight of her naked body undulating sensuously in front of him provoked the male reaction instantly. 

He knew that she knew about it, by the wicked smile that lit up her perfect face. 

With a growl of pure lust he threw himself at her, intending to spank her into submission.

His breath slammed out of him as his body hit the grass heavily, having passed through the image of a naked Gloria without any resistance.

'What the fuck?' he gasped when he got his breath back. 

He rolled over onto his back and looked up at a naked Gloria, who was looking down at him giggling like a set of fairy bells. 

Even her giggles were beautiful and designed to interest men. 

'Fuck you Gloria, I thought you had jumped in via QT' he protested, embarrassed at being fooled so completely by this sexy little minx.

'I wish you could darling boy, but I thought you realised this was just a holographic projection,' she replied her green eyes sparkling in mirth.

'Anyway where on earth could I hide a QT device?' she asked lifting her arms up and emphasising her complete nakedness.

'OK clever titties, you win, I was an idiot for thinking that. 

You do have a stunning effect on my thought processes even when you are miles away. Where are you anyway?' he asked.

'I'm still in London sorting out a few last minute snags, I'm calling from a public Holomitter,' she explained patiently.

'What do you mean a public Holomitter? you are stark fucking naked. Where exactly are you?' he demanded.

The image of Gloria leaned to one side, and widened the focus of the Holobeam. 

He could now see that she was in a glass sided public booth, in a busy street in London. 

People were walking by a few feet away from her, and ignoring the fact that a beautiful naked woman was using the booth.

'For fuck's sake Gloria don't you have any shame at all, there are people looking at you stark fucking naked,' he shouted at her in outrage.

Gloria was genuinely puzzled by his reaction, as a 26th century woman she thought no more about taking her clothes of in public, than she would eating in a public restaurant. 

No one was paying her any great attention as they walked by. 

It would have been a very different story if she had been singing as she danced for him. 

The enhancements to her vocal chords would have sent the passers-by into a mating frenzy, and she would soon be surrounded by rampant males wanting to fuck her.

Still she was getting used to his 20th century moral strictures, and to calm him down she began to get dressed again. 

His sense of outrage lessened, as her charms were once again decently covered. 

He had a wicked thought, and communed with Merlin secretly.

'I bet you can't touch your toes Gloria darling,' he taunted her cheekily.

'Of course I can you cheeky young fucker' she retorted, stung by his insinuation that she was too old to do something as simple as that. 

He waited until she was bent right over before jumping directly behind her and smacking her naked bottom as hard as he could.

Her scream of shock and pain, certainly brought her to the attention of the passers-by this time. 

Steve had slapped her so hard, that a big red handprint appeared on her bottom. 

The shock of it had brought tears to her eyes and she grabbed her burning bottom with both hands, instinctively using her nail injectors to inject herself with an analgesic to dull the smarting pain.

'OOOWWWW that hurt you fuck pig,' she howled her lower lip quivering in pain.

Steve was mortified; he had only meant to startle her. 

He would never hurt her, the mother of his unborn child, in a million years. 

Steve gathered her into his arms kissing her and muttering apologises into her ear.

'I'm so sorry darling girl, I only meant to make you jump,' he explained hugging her tightly.

'Are you really sorry?' she sobbed.

'Yes I swear I am, I will do anything you ask to make it up to you,' he swore.

Gloria turned her back on him and pulling her short skirt up around her waist to expose her naked bottom.

'Kneel down and kiss it better,' she demanded pouting prettily.

A man of his word, Steve humbly knelt down behind her and aware that he was being observed by the passing public; kissed the red hand mark on her perfect derrière. 

'Mmmmmmm that's lovely Steve darling, now you can take me somewhere interesting,' she said grinding her bottom into his face.

Steve was only too anxious to escape from public view and jumped them both to somewhere he thought would interest the Queen of Sex.

STEPHEN V STEFAN

Stephen had jumped back to Steve's house. 

He carefully timed his arrival and co-ordinates to ensure he was in a good position to observe the Storm trooper leaving the house and heading out into the country.

Stephen had a score to settle with this monster, and he loved settling scores. 

Stephen recalled how fast the thing had reacted the first time he had tried to sneak up on it. 

This time he was going to jump in within striking distance, and decapitate it without warning.

He waited until it was walking in a clear area suitable for sword swinging, and taking a deep breath jumped.

This time nothing could go wrong.

Stefan was enjoying his walk in this soft harmless land; he was relishing the feel of the warm breeze brushing his face. 

Normally this couldn't happen due to his visor being deployed, but he had decided to raise it for a short while as a treat for his nose. 

The smells of the countryside were intriguing, and he breathed them in deeply. 

In his world this would have meant death from airborne spores infiltrating and growing in his lungs. 

In his world everything was trying to kill him 24/7 and humans had evolved into super reactive killing machines simply to survive.

His armoured suit was his first line of defence; it monitored his surroundings and could react to any attack without his conscious input. His suits spines would deploy automatically, against anything attacking him from behind. 

His powerful handguns were attached to the suit by memory cables. 

They could whip his twin guns out of their holsters and into his armoured hands faster than any historical gunslinger of the old west. 

This would be done, again without conscious thought, at the first sign of attack detected by his suits sensors.

Thus it was that when a man swinging a sword appeared from mid air directly in front of Stefan, he found his hands full of gun butts. 

His finger was squeezing the triggers, all without conscious thought on his part. 

The auto targeting sights of the guns regarded the incoming blade as the main and immediate threat, and both guns heavy calibre bullets impacted on Excalibur's blade. 

The kinetic energy of the heavy bullets, wrenched the sword from Stephens's hands, and flung it into the bushes behind him.

Stephen had placed his faith in the element of surprise, and had put all the power of his shoulders into the decapitating swing. 

The impact of the bullets not only sent the sword flying into the dense bushes, but also wrenched his shoulder muscles badly, causing him to cry out in shock and pain as he was disarmed. 

He barely had time to phase, before the twin handguns were slamming bullets into him. 

Seeing that conventional rounds weren't cutting it, Stefan instructed the guns to change to explosive rounds.

The powerful explosive rounds continued blasting Stephen backwards, until he accepted the unsavoury fact that he had been beaten again. 

Swearing in pain and humiliation, he jumped out to lick his wounds and think about what he had done wrong.

Stefan's heart was racing, adrenalin was pouring through his body and he was in full killing mode as his mind tried to catch up on what his body had just done.

Who the fuck was this bastard, what was his fucking problem with Stefan? 

This was twice he had tried to kill him, and the only reason Stefan could think of was that he had trespassed into the man's house. 

Perhaps in this world trespass was a capital offence, but from now on he would be on full alert. 

With a depressing hiss his visor lowered over his grim face, and his wary eyes began their instinctive watching patterns, as he continued along the dusty path into the wilderness.

His guns were nestled back into their holsters, their barrels cooling; waiting patiently as only machines can wait for their next call. 

The bullet indicators on Stefan's heads up display were becoming a worry to him, and he decided to try to find a gun shop on this world to replenish his ammunition. 

He headed towards the nearest town and planned to wait until nightfall before breaking into a gun shop and seeing what he could scavenge.

On Angel's advice regarding Bio/Liner time, Steve and Stephen had set their QT devices to Bio time. 

This meant that although he could have arrived back at Gloria's house 10 seconds after he had left , Stephen now returned to the house the same number of hours after he had left it. 

This saved untold complications in their ordinary lives. 

However this meant that Steve and Gloria were not there, and Angel; who was by herself in the house greeted a wounded and troubled Stephen.

Angel sprang to her feet as Stephen staggered in holding his damaged shoulder tightly to his body.

'Whoa there partner, what the fuck happened to you?' she exclaimed seeing his pained face.

'Storm trooper, it kicked my arse again, the fucking thing is lightning fast and extremely deadly,' Stephen admitted groaning as his shoulder set waves of pain stabbing through him.

'Tell me about it, I barely escaped with my life when it attacked me,' she replied with sympathy.

'This de-briefing can wait until we fix the damage,' she said practically.

Without warning she jumped them both to her personal doctor to repair Stephen's shoulder.

Stefan was reconnoitring the local gun shop, darkness had fallen and the shop was closed and locked for the night.

He had easily defeated the primitive alarm system, and his servo-powered gauntlets had snapped the lock on the steel door easily. 

He was now inside the shop, and searching through its inventory for weapons and ammunition.

Human's on Stefan's world, had by necessity become very good at weapons manufacturing.

His guns were a marvel of engineering; the barrels could expand or contract to fit a range of projectiles. 

On his world they had learned to make their weapons versatile, lack of defence was certain death.

If it came to the time when there was no ammunition for the guns, then blades would snap out of the butts and they would become knives.

Loading his pouches with .50 calibre rounds that the shop had bought in for a customer with an elephant gun, and various other explosive items, he felt a bit more secure. 

Stefan had never come across the sort of force field shield that his enemy utilised. 

It was impervious to his most devastating attack, and he was understandably concerned that he might lose the next encounter.

Thinking of weapons reminded him that the attacker was trying to decapitate him with a fucking great sword. 

A sword may come in very handy in this world. 

He decided to retrieve it from the bushes next to the enemy's house.

The dark made no difference to Stefan; his helmet's goggles enabled him to see in various frequencies. 

He easily made his way back to the house, and after a short search found the sword that his bullets had flung into the undergrowth. 

Stefan knew the power of his guns, and was really surprised that the sword showed no damage at all. 

Giving it a few experimental swings he was impressed at how easily it sheared through the undergrowth. 

Its edge was razor sharp, and he realised how lucky he had been to disarm his attacker. 

Stefan slid the blade under his belt and adjusted it so it hung comfortably.

He also decided to stay in the house, and prepare a few surprises for the owner when he attacked again.

Necessity was the mother of invention on his world, and Stefan was very inventive indeed.

He was a master of the booby trap, and had thought of and set up most of his home bunkers defences.

When his attacker returned to his home he would not find it welcoming any more.

STEVE

What Steve was discovering was that Gloria was very welcoming indeed.

They were lying on a sandy beach back in the 16th Century, and Gloria was bouncing wildly on top of him.

Her large firm naked breasts gyrating with her passionate movements.

'Oh my God Steve darling I'm coming again' she squealed in delight, as her hot juices flooded over his groin and soaked into the golden sand.

Steve was content to simply lie there, and thoroughly enjoy his petite lover. 

This was the third orgasm she had experienced, and each one made her squeal louder than the previous one.

Gloria was overjoyed to be taken on a time trip to the land of Pirates and buried treasure. 

She had offered to make love to Steve in thanks, her sore bottom instantly forgotten in her excitement at the novelty.

Steve had researched this time period and place previously, and was planning on bringing Alison here for a short break. 

Such was his remorse for hurting this little gem of a woman; that he decided to give her this experience instead. 

He would think of something else for Alison later.

This treat wasn't the deserted island or the golden beaches; it was all about buried treasure. 

This was the island where the notorious Captain Slaughter stored his stolen gold and jewels until he needed them. 

There were no banks that a pirate could stash his gold in. 

His only choice was to hide it somewhere secluded, and come back for it later.

Slaughter had chosen this island carefully; it was off the shipping lanes and deserted.

Steve stole a surreptitious glance at his watch, as Gloria was happily fucking him. 

Unfortunately for him she saw this and took his inattention to her lovemaking as an affront. 

With a wicked grin, she started to sing a merry pirate tune.

' Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, drink and the devil have done for the rest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.'

The words of her song; were immaterial to the effect it had on Steve's libido. 

He was swept away by a wave of sheer lust; that caused him to roll on top of Gloria and fuck her like a demented rabbit. 

She growled in pleasure and wrapped her naked legs around his waist, to encourage his deep thrusts into her tiny body.

Suddenly Steve orgasmed with a mighty roar; and exploded inside her womb. 

She held him tightly to her sweating body as he jerked and quivered on top of her.

'That's better Steve darling, I got your attention that time didn't I?' she murmured in his ear as he gasped for breath on top of her.

'That wasn't fair you little fuck fairy, I wasn't losing interest in your lovemaking, I was checking the time to ensure that we didn't miss the event that I brought you here to see,' he explained breathlessly.

He was well aware that he had just been turned into her sex slave during the last few minutes. 

Gloria had sung to him, and pushed all coherent thoughts other than sheer procreation from his mind. 

It wasn't the words that caused this effect; it was the sub harmonics generated by her enhanced vocal chords. 

They went via his ears to the part of his brain that was totally concerned with sex. 

She could have injected him with an aphrodisiac from one of her nail injectors, but he had expressly asked her not to do this.

However as the Queen of Sex, she had many ways to boost the performance of her lovers and had chosen this one.

'What is it that we are waiting for?' she asked curiously kissing his face lovingly.

'Pirates and treasure me hearty, Shiver me timbers' replied Steve in his version of a pirate accent.

He explained to his satisfied lover that they were going to witness the burying of treasure very soon. 

He was going to jump them to a nearby hill, and watch as Slaughter and his men buried their treasure.

Gloria was really excited at this coming event, and jumped off his now limp member and quickly got dressed. 

Steve also dressed and with another look at his watch, jumped them to a nearby knoll overlooking the beach but sheltered by bushes.

Black and deadly, a sinister ship rounded the island and moored in deep water a few hundred yards from the beach.

Through 26th Century optics Gloria could make out the name "Black Widow " painted on her bow. 

She looked a very trim ship and had 10 cannon, 5 on each side. 

She was too lightly armed to take on a British Man of War, but could easily batter an unarmed trading ship into surrender. 

Slaughter always ran away from any ship that was armed. 

Steve had thoughtfully brought a picnic, and they munched on cold sandwiches as they watched the scene unfold.

Captain Slaughter was a vicious pirate; no Capt. Sparrow was he. Slaughter always chose the easiest targets and after stripping his victim's ships of all he could use, he sank it, often with any survivors of his attack still on board. 

Pretty women were sometimes spared for a while, until his crew had raped them into uselessness. 

However he found it easier to simply kill everyone on board, men women and children, it didn't matter to him at all.

His last victim had been a lightly armed trading ship carrying spices to Jamaica. 

His cannon had soon pounded it into submission. 

In order to clear some space in his hold, he decided to stop off at his island and transfer his gold to his hiding place.

Steve was looking forward to witnessing this event, as Slaughter and his crew had mysteriously disappeared shortly after this time.

They watched as a longboat was rowed towards the shore. 

Steve was surprised to see that there was only one pirate on board the boat, the rest of the crew seemed from this distance to be small men. 

He thought at first they were pygmies as they were naked, and burned brown by the sun. 

Only when they jumped out of the boat onto the shore to run the longboat onto the sandy beach, did he realise that they were all children.

Slaughter had learned early on in his career that he couldn't trust his crew with the whereabouts of his treasure. 

Consequently he always used his captives to do the actual hiding of the treasure. 

Captives came in handy for sex and hard physical work, which was why he kept a few around.

His crew had learned the hard way not to argue with him over this. 

One of his newer recruits had the termidity to demand to go with him to help keep the children in order. 

Slaughter had called the man forward, and without any warning had shoved his sword through the man's guts. 

As the fatally wounded man trashed about on the deck in his own blood, he made so much noise that he had him thrown overboard.

The reason Slaughter had brought children with him was that after they had done the heavy work, they were easy to kill.

Steve had a sense of foreboding, as he watched the kids staggering from the beach to the small cave in the side of the very knoll where he was hiding. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 13



Stefan, one of Steve's alternate selves from a parallel dimension had just captured Steve and Alison. The trap had been meant for Stephen, the third alternate version of Steve. However Steve had come home before Stephen, and had been gassed by Stefan's booby trap.

Stefan couldn't understand why anyone would try and kill him without reason. He didn't know that Stephen mistook him for a rogue Storm trooper, and thought he was acting in self-defence by making a pre-emptive strike against him.

In all fairness Stefan did look like a British Storm trooper. He wore black titanium armour, with a black tinted visor and Stephen had first seen him in suspicious circumstances.

Stephen had attacked Stefan twice and had been beaten twice. Understandably Stefan was well pissed off by this, and had decided to capture this aggressive person and interrogate him as to what the fuck was his problem.

As the ultimate human killer, trained and conditioned to survive in a deadly version of Earth, Stefan was very observant indeed. His life often depended on identifying whether a plant was relatively harmless or a killer, by the subtle shadings on its foliage. In his world relatively harmless just meant that it would take a bit longer for you to die. 

He had seen that this man and woman were not responsible for the attacks on him. The main piece of evidence was hanging at Stefan's waist; it was unbeknownst to him, the legendary sword Excalibur. He had taken it off his attacker during the last skirmish. However this man who could have been his attackers twin, still had his sword. 

Stefan had disarmed him before tying him up securely, as they slept their drugged sleep. He hadn't dared tie up the woman. Alison was the first woman Stefan had seen in this world, and she disturbed him greatly. His society was a matriarchy, one where the women made all the major decisions. 

They were worshipped by the men; as the source of life; and the whole purpose of humanity's survival. Each of the home bunkers of his world had its own Queen. Her function was to rule wisely, and produce children from the best warriors available to her. 

This engendered immense completion amongst the men of the bunker, ensuring that only the fastest and bravest of the male part of the human race contributed to the gene pool. The women had their own secret means to decide which of them was fit enough to be a Queen. Stefan didn't know what they were, and was too scared to ask. 

The home bunker's Queen was the ultimate authority on all matters, and had the power to sentence anyone to banishment. On his world banishment was just a polite word for death. Stefan was the Alpha male of his home bunker, but if he were ever banished he would die without the logistical support of his home bunker. No matter how good a shot you were, your ammunition would eventually run out and you would die. 

His only hope would be to make it to the next bunker, and challenge it's Alpha male in a fight to the death. All in all it paid to keep the Queen happy in all things. Therefore Stefan was understandably nervous in the presence of this woman. He didn't know her status or place in this society; he was more concerned about her than he was about the male.

Alison woke up on the floor with her head resting on Steve's coat. Stefan had placed it under her head to make her as comfortable as he could. 'Are you OK?' he asked her as soon as he saw she was awake. Alison looked up at the tall armoured figure and said the first thing that popped into her bemused head. 'I'm thirsty.'

To her amazement the man almost ran to the sink and brought her back a glass of water. He knelt down beside her and helped her drink some of it. Stefan's visor was raised, and she could see his face clearly as she gulped down the water. 'You look just like Steve,' she said smiling up at him in gratitude for the water. The gas had knocked her out so fast that she didn't yet realise that she was a prisoner.

Stefan saw the first stirring of fear wash over her beautiful face, and hastened to reassure her. 'Have no fear lady, I will not harm you in any way,' he said comfortingly. Despite the situation Alison believed him implicitly and visibly relaxed.

Steve who had also regained conciseness had witnessed this interchange and was understandably confused as to what the fuck was going on here. His first inclination to snarl at this being was overruled by his reason. 

He decided a polite approach might gain him more of an advantage. Steve could tell instantly that this wasn't the rogue Storm trooper. He could see why Stephen had mistaken this person for one because of the similarities of the armour and dark visor. However the rogue Storm trooper wouldn't have given Alison a drink of water.

Steve cleared his throat and addressed the strange figure. 'Hi there, my name is Steve, and this lady is Alison, who are you and why have you captured me in my own home?' Stefan was impressed with Steve's demeanour, there was no trace of fear in his voice and Stefan appreciated politeness.

What Stefan didn't know was that simply removing Steve's QT device had little effect, as long as it was within range of his body and Merlin's ability to activate it remotely. Steve could have jumped both himself and Alison out at any time since he regained consciousness.

Stefan realised he was a stranger in a strange land, and didn't want to have to keep looking over his shoulder for the next attack, therefore he decided to reply in kind.

'Greetings Lady Alison and Steve, my name is Stefan, Alpha male of home bunker 37. I apologise for trapping you like this, but I have been attacked twice by someone who would be identical to you were it not for the fact that you do not have a scar on your face.'

'Ah, that sounds like my twin Stephen; I think that he believes you to be a rogue Storm trooper. If you were to untie me, then I could quickly correct this misunderstanding.' 'Forgive me for being cautious Steve, but until I am convinced that you pose me no threat then it's best that you stay on the floor,' replied Stefan coolly. 

'Understood, Stefan, but could Alison please be allowed to sit on the chair, she is pregnant,' said Steve. Alison squealed in shock and surprise, as Stefan's armoured helmet slammed against the floor as he made obeisance to a pregnant woman. 'Please forgive me Lady Alison I didn't know,' he said apologetically banging his head against the floor in remorse.

In his world women were many times more valuable than men, a pregnant woman was priceless. The entire male population of a home bunker would sacrifice their lives to protect a pregnant woman. The females of his society had programmed his abject abasement into him from birth.

'Please stop that Stefan,' asked Alison once she had got over the shock of seeing this scary armoured figure abasing himself before her. 'At your command Lady,' he said and stood up to help her into a chair. Steve would have found this funny, if he hadn't still been tied up on the floor. Alison was a very clever woman, and decided to take a chance.

'Stefan, you have my word that Steve won't hurt you, please release him,' she stated calmly. 'At your command Lady' replied Stefan, and kneeling down beside Steve quickly untied him. Steve had a good look at Stefan's face as he did this, and noticed that he looked very similar to Stephen down to the scar on his face. 

However where Stephen was fresh faced and young looking, Stefan had the face of a much older man. Constant battle and worry during his dangerous life, had given him far more lines than either Stephen or Steve. 'Let me guess Stefan, you used your QT to dimension jump,' hazarded Steve. He could see from the puzzled look on the man's face, that he hadn't a clue what Steve was talking about.

'How did you get here to our world Stefan?' he asked outright. 'I have no idea, I was thrust into this soft world without warning,' he replied. 'I was hunting for food when a strange distortion in the air sucked me into this place. I have no idea why or how this has happened to me. I would be grateful if you could get me back home as soon as possible.'

Steve stood up and brushed himself down as he gathered his thoughts. 'Could you excuse me for a minute please Stefan, I have to communicate with an old friend. He will know what to do about this situation.' Stefan stood and watched as Steve sat down at the kitchen table and closed his eyes.

'Merlin old friend, are you there?' asked Steve out loud so Alison and Stefan could have some idea of what was going on. 'Yes old friend,' replied a disembodied voice. Steve could clearly see the image of an old wizard sitting at the table, but that was due entirely to his implant. Alison and Stefan could see nothing, but Merlin caused Steve's implant to act as a loudspeaker so they could at least hear him.

Merlin was the World Brain of the 26th Century, a super powerful AI that had evolved from the massive computing power of the futures interconnected computers. For reasons of its own it had befriended Steve and had helped him many times. In return Steve had performed various tasks for Merlin. As far as a disembodied entity could be a friend to a human, Merlin was Steve's friend.

Steve had heeded Merlin's warning not to push the phase shift function of the QT device to such a point that he could jump dimensions. Stephen had ignored his version of Merlin and deliberately jumped through the dimensional wall that separated their dimensions, and had appeared in this one. Steve didn't know how Stefan could have got here without a QT device.

Merlin enlightened him, ' It appears that the dimensions are similar to soap bubbles clustered together, each separate dimension is held together by a form of surface tension. By Stephen bursting through into this dimension he had inadvertently weakened Stefan's dimensional wall, and Stefan had been thrust through.' 'But why Stefan, he appears to be yet another version of me?' asked Steve.

'The answer to that question is that I have no idea, all this is just theory based upon the available data,' admitted Merlin honestly. 'Can you send him back?' 'Not without a QT, and there would be no way of knowing which dimension he went to,' answered the AI.

Steve looked at Stefan and said, 'I feel that I should apologise for my dimensional twin Stephen. He seems to inadvertently have caused a lot of bother to you Stefan, and I honestly don't see how we can make it up to you,' said Steve frankly. Stefan considered his response to this news; if he were brutally honest he would have to admit that he wasn't overly devastated to hear that he might never have to go back to his own world. 

Being an intelligent person, he could see that the main problem he would have in this world would be a lack of purpose. He was bred, trained and conditioned, to kill, and it seemed that there was nothing on this world worth killing. While Stefan pondered, Steve called up Stephen on his implant. 

Stephen was just coming out of Dr. Young's surgery where his torn muscles had been repaired. Steve explained the situation to Stephen, and was relieved when his twin believed him and even offered to come and apologise to Stefan. Steve was surprised at how relieved he was that Stephen was being so reasonable about this. He was a bit uneasy about his twin, and realised that there was something frightening about Stephen.

Stefan was kneeling on the floor looking with pleasure at Alison. She was a beautiful woman, and he rarely had the chance to feast his eyes on a woman, let alone a beautiful one. Since the uncontrolled spread of genetically modified vegetables and animal's generations ago on his world, humanity had been fighting a losing battle for survival. 

The increased radiation levels had not only twisted the already altered genes of his world's plants and animals, but also had inexplicably changed the birth ratio of humanity. Ninety percent of all births were male, those rare female births were fraught with complications, and few female babies survived their first few weeks of life. Rarity gave value, and women became the most precious commodity on the planet.

The majority of the human race was also starved to death, by a variation of simple bindweed. This flourished and as its seeds were airborne it spread across the world, destroying the cereal crops of the world within a few generations. As if that wasn't bad enough a variation of the Venus flytrap spread across the globe, this plant grew to a height of 6 feet and could snap up an unwary child or any animal the size of a dog.

Humanity did what it always did in the face of adversity. Countries declared war on each other for food and women. By Stefan's time the situation had stabilised, the remnants of humanity had retreated into hardened bunkers and had adopted the hive system of the Ants and Bees.

The caste system had re-evolved, there was one Queen, attended by her handmaidens, a contingent of soldiers, and the rest of the males were workers. Every male was born a worker, and was allocated a task suitable to his abilities. Any male could apply to be a soldier on his eighteenth birthday. The rewards were great, but the down side was that if the applicant didn't make the grade, he was either killed in training or banished to the jungle that surrounded each Home bunker.

When there were too many mouths to feed, the Queen could either cull the population of the weak and stupid, or set up another Home bunker. She would choose from her handmaidens a girl who was strong and clever. This girl also had to be very fertile as she had the responsibility of increasing the human race. The handmaidens would be impregnated by the best of the workers, but the Queen would only allow the best of the warriors to mate with her. 

The chosen handmaiden would be given all the help the home bunker could afford, to set up her own bunker. After one year she was expected to be self sufficient, and so humanity spread little by little. Stefan by his complete dedication to the home bunker; had become a soldier by choice. 

He had completed his training without being killed, although his scar had come from his training years. He was blessed with naturally fast reflexes and soon rose to the position of second soldier to the Queen. This allowed him to challenge the then Alpha male, if he survived a year as second. 

His Queen Fern forbade these contests to be to the death. She needed all her soldiers, and couldn't afford to lose her best soldiers in some testosterone driven contest. Her word was law, and the Alpha male was chosen after a series of tests to determine which of them was the strongest, fastest and most intelligent. Stefan had won the contest and was Alpha male for at least one year, until he too was challenged.

He had been privileged to mate with Queen Fern, and miracle of miracles he had fathered a girl child who appeared to be thriving. Stefan didn't just love Fern; he absolutely adored and worshipped her. She was his sun and moon and seeing Alison sitting there pregnant reminded him that he might have lost Fern forever.

Alison saw the sadness on his face, and by dint of compassionate questioning persuaded Stefan to tell her of his life in his world. Kneeling in front of her telling his story of blood and death he reminded Alison of a knight of the round table. Her heart went out to him, lost in a strange world without any friends or family.

Steve wanted to know why Stefan's version of Earth was so different from this one. 'You mentioned an increase in background radiation, I can understand the Solar flares because we experienced those as well many years ago, but they didn't affect us so drastically. Where did all this radiation come from in your version of Earth?'

Stefan looked at Steve as if he was retarded, ' The radiation was caused by the War of course. This happened before I was born, so I don't know all the details. You would have to ask the Queen about things like that. Two big countries fought a war and used Atomic weapons on each other. 

Apart from killing millions of people, these weapons were apparently very dirty, whatever that means. By the time the war was over, clouds of radiation had covered the globe and poisoned the water tables. 

Within a few generations, mutations were appearing in the plant and animal kingdom. The worst consequence of this war was the affect it had on our birth rate. Most of the few viable births are male, females are very rare on my world and so are valued immensely.'

'We must help Stefan,' Alison said to Steve when he had finished talking to Merlin. 'Surely you can think of something Stefan can do in our world Steve.' Steve had indeed thought of a suitable job for Stefan, if he was interested. Britain of the 26th Century had a small army, a very small army. It was probably the smallest army ever to exist in the world. 

It consisted of only ten soldiers, the feared British Storm Troopers. Each Trooper was effectively a robot with a human brain. They were virtually indestructible, and very good at killing anyone that the government wanted dead. The government kept the number of these Storm troopers to ten for a very good reason. They were frightened to make more than this; if the Storm troopers ever thought to rebel they would be almost impossible to stop. 

However of these ten precious soldiers, one had to be spared to guard the King of Britain. Steve was considering asking the King if he would consider giving Stefan the job of Royal bodyguard thereby freeing up another Storm trooper for the army. He would ask the King when he met him at his elevation to the peerage, which was due very soon. 

In the meantime he needed a cup of tea, and something to eat. Stefan was astounded when he saw Alison happily cooking up a big dinner for them all. Steve was capable of simple cooking, but he left the real cooking to Alison. Soon they were all tucking into hot food washed down by tea.

In order to eat comfortably and as a show of trust in his new associates, Stefan removed his helmet. He blushed when Alison remarked to Steve how good looking Stefan was, and how the women of the Kings court would want to get to know a real man instead of a humanoid robot. The only sex that a Storm trooper could have was virtual.

After dinner Steve couldn't wait to jump them all to meet Angel and Stephen in the 26th Century. He had explained to Stefan about his QT device, and Stefan was suitably impressed at the power it gave the owner. Steve was extremely impressed that Stefan had survived two attacks by someone using a QT. 

When asked how Stefan could draw his guns so fast, Stefan stood up and as if by magic his guns were pointed at Steve's chest. Steve hadn't seen him draw them, but there were two rock steady laser dots on his chest. As fast as he had drawn his guns they were reholstered.

'Wow, fuck me backwards Stefan, I have never seen such speed. I think that you are even faster than Omega, the King's bodyguard,' said Steve. A proud Stefan delighted in telling Alison about his suit and its capabilities, and showed her the memory cables that enabled such a blindingly fast draw. On impulse, Alison leaned over and kissed Stefan on his scarred cheek. 

The result of this compassionate gesture on her part, was unexpected to say the least. Stefan jumped back in shock and stared wonderingly at Alison. Then he fell to his knees in front of her and taking her hand kissed it saying 'Yours unto death my Lady Alison.' 'Oh fuck me Ali, what have you done now?' Steve breathed softly. 'Why thank you brave knight,' she said flattered by this attention.

Stefan's heart was full of joy; he now had a place in this society as the protector of the Lady Alison. He would kill without hesitation, anyone who posed her a threat. Neither Alison nor Steve realised what had just happened, but they could both see that Stefan was suddenly a happier man.




Dr. Snip Ch. 13



Steve was a bit disappointed that his trip home for a tete a tete with Alison regarding her pregnancy had been messed up by this situation. However he determined to get her alone as soon as possible to tell her how proud he was of her. For now however he had better jump them all back to Thailand and Alison's orphanage. He had to pick up Gloria, and see how she was doing with the children he had rescued from the evil pirate Captain Slaughter.

He warned Stefan of what was going to happen, and told him that he might feel a bit woozy the first time he was jumped via the QT. That said, he jumped them all to meet Gloria. Gloria was having a great time looking after the children. The workers at the Orphanage were very experienced, and had a great rapport with the children. 

However as soon as the children saw Gloria, they clustered around her like bees to honey. They were fascinated by this tiny woman, and enthralled by her melodious voice. Gloria's official title in the court was actually " The Queen of Love and Sex ". 

She could enflame anyone within range of her voice if she so chose. She had the option of adjusting the power of her siren song, to simply cheer up all that heard her. Although very well looked after by Alison and her staff, many of the children still missed their parents and often cried themselves to sleep at night.

Gloria wasn't having any sad children while she was there, and by dint of simply humming a happy tune, she sent waves of pure joy radiating out from her. Gloria didn't have a QT device, but like all British citizens she had an implant. This gave her the ability to converse with the children in their own language. 

When Steve, Alison and Stefan materialised, they found her surrounded by all the children teaching them simple nursery songs. If the children were uplifted by Gloria's song, then Stefan was blown away. Her song of Love and Life cut through the years of iron control and suspicion; that had armoured his psyche as the suit had armoured his body.

The ultimate human killer was defenceless against her song. To Alison's dismay Stefan groaned in pain, and clutched his belly. Tears sprang from his eyes as he experienced for the first time in his life pure love and joy. He fell to the floor and curled up in the foetal position, as sobs racked his body. 

Alison knelt down beside him and cradled his helmeted head on her lap, as he cried out the years of pain he had endured. Alison rocked him murmuring soft words of comfort, and realising part of what was going on whispered to Steve to interrupt Gloria.

He didn't need to interrupt her because as soon as she saw him she squealed in joy and ran into his arms. Her song ended, enabling Stefan to gain some semblance of control over his emotions. None of the males in his world had ever known a mother. The babies were taken from the breeding females and raised by male workers. 

Their upbringing was Spartan to say the least; life was so dangerous for males that it simply didn't pay to become too attached to them. They were fed, watered and trained to survive, and that was deemed sufficient. 

No one, especially not Queen Fern, loved Stefan. His Queen respected him as a fine warrior, but saw him as good breeding stock. If another warrior supplanted him, then she wouldn't give him a second thought.

Alison's compassionate kiss on the cheek was the first non-sexual loving thing he had ever experienced in his life. Gloria's song was the second, and excusing himself Stefan walked out of the building into the sun to compose his thoughts. His visor was down hiding his tearstained face. His sinister armour ensured that the few people who saw him, stayed out of his way as he walked into the stable where Alison kept her horse Poppy.

Its friendly snicker startled him for a second, and his guns quivered in their holsters before his mind overruled his instincts. He had never seen a real horse before, he had seen pictures of them but the horse was extinct on his world. His war gauntlets weren't really made for stroking a horse, but he stood there stroking Poppy's head and tried to make sense of what had just happened to him.

Steve was trying to gently peel Gloria off, but she was making it very difficult by wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. In the end Alison had to intervene, and threatened to tickle Gloria if she didn't behave. Gloria reluctantly released Steve and ran to Alison who she kissed passionately on the mouth. 'Oh Alison darling, we have so much to catch up on,' she gushed dragging her away into the garden.

Stefan was enjoying being this close to an animal, apart from a very few most of the animals on his world were extinct. The encroaching jungle had killed them all in various ways. Only those smaller animals that could live with the humans in the bunkers had a chance at survival.

This world was like heaven to Stefan, he had no religious beliefs as the women encouraged the males to believe that females were semi divine. The mainstream religions had faded away in the face of such a devastating global catastrophe. However deep in the psyche of all humans, was the fervent hope that there was a better place than the one they found themselves enduring?

This version of his world seemed too good to be true. No Atomic war had ravaged this planet, there were plenty of women, and no one was trying to kill him anymore. Such was his delight in this newfound peace, that he unsnapped the wrist clamps of his gauntlets and removed them. His strong hands were pale, they never saw the sun, and against the matt black of his suit they looked almost albino.

He returned to stroking the horse, delighting in the feel and smell of it. Gloria was telling Steve about the Nun they had rescued from the pirate Capt. Slaughter. The staff of the orphanage welcomed Sister Mary, and Alison was sure she would be an asset to the team. Steve always ensured that the orphanage had plenty of money, so it would be no problem for Alison to kit out Mary in this timelines fashion.

The time had come for Steve to take Gloria and Stefan to the 26th Century. 

He asked Gloria to go and fetch Stefan, whilst he said his goodbyes to Alison in private. Gloria found Stefan still stroking Poppy, Stefan had heard her approaching and was not disturbed. All his senses were far more sensitive than the humans of this world. He could hear and scent her, as she drew near to him. 

She smelt like his Queen, it was hard for him to understand this. However whatever scent it was that Queen Fern produced when she was mating with him, seemed to emanate in waves from this small beautiful woman. Gloria couldn't help any of this; she was well over one hundred years old. During her long life, she had been enhanced in various ways to increase her sex appeal.

Alison had explained to her that Stefan was very vulnerable regarding love and affection. She had made Gloria promise not to use her sexual weapons on this innocent killer. Gloria had solemnly promised to behave herself around Stefan, and sincerely meant every word she said. 

However decades of enhancements had altered her body so much, that even she had forgotten all the things she had done to it. These recent decades she had herself modified with her nail injectors. Each of her nails could deliver a different drug, depending on the result she required from those she scratched. 

Before that she had her vocal chords altered, to produce the sub harmonic frequencies to affect those who heard her voice. Before that she had altered her saliva glands, so they produced an aphrodisiac when she kissed or licked, or sucked anyone.

However long before any of those enhancements, and now over 150 years in the past, one of her first changes was a simple alteration of her scent glands to produce pheromones constantly. These were designed to subliminally produce an attraction towards her from all those within range of her scent. 

This was a very subtle enhancement, and given the modern human's sense of smell it was the very weakest of her sexual weapons. She had honestly forgotten that she still had this subtle sexual weapon, as the more potent ones had eclipsed it. To Stefan's heightened sense of smell, it was like a powerful sexual drug. Her pheromones acted directly on the part of his brain that concerned itself with sex and reproduction.

Gloria smiled at Stefan as she approached, and was slightly puzzled to see him removing his armoured suit. By the time she was within a few feet of him he was naked. A Twentieth Century woman; would have been shocked and wary to see a man stripping off in front of her. Gloria, being from the 26th Century thought nothing of this, and simply assumed that Stefan was changing into something more comfortable.

It was only when with a quiet growl that he swept her into his arms and kissed her, that she realised that something was wrong here. Gloria was a slave to her own sexuality, and being held in two strong arms and being kissed passionately turned her on instantly. Stefan thrust her down onto the straw in a corner of the stable, and as she eagerly opened her legs for him, he mounted her and fucked her like a stallion in heat. 

Any small vestige of control Stefan might have had; was destroyed as soon as Gloria kissed him. Her saliva was a very potent aphrodisiac, and it reinforced his need to mate. Gloria was doing what she did best; she was fucking a man to orgasm.

Stefan was drowning in sheer pleasure, this wasn't the almost clinical coupling of bodies that his mating with the Queen was. This was pure lust and passion, not only from him, but returned tenfold by this small sexual female. Even in the midst of her passion Gloria still kept her injectors sheathed, she knew she didn't need them with this version of Steve.

Such was Stefan's need that he orgasmed very quickly, filling her with his hot cum until it flooded out of her vagina and soaked into the straw. He almost screamed in release, as his orgasm exploded through his body. Gloria could orgasm at will and joined him, allowing the waves of sexual pleasure to sweep through her body. 

Her legs gripped him around the waist holding him tightly to her naked body. She finally remembered what might have caused this sexual attack, and thought it best to calm Stefan down. She lightly scratched his back with one of her specialised nails, injecting him with a drug that cleared his mind instantly of all sexual desire. Stefan was exhausted from his orgasm, and welcomed the return of his senses. 

When Gloria judged he was in control of himself, she released him from the grip of her legs and hugged him to her body. 'Wow, that was a fantastic fuck Stefan, short but very enjoyable, was it good for you?' she whispered into his ear. 'I don't know what happened to me,' he replied embarrassed at almost raping this tiny woman.

'I happened to you darling, it was all my fault and there is no blame attached to you at all,' she reassured him kindly. Stefan staggered to his feet, and quickly donned his armour again. Gloria didn't need to get dressed; she hadn't been wearing any knickers in the first place. Stefan had been so anxious to get his rampant cock into her, that he hadn't bothered to take her dress off, being content just to lift it up.

Stefan was shaken to his core; today had been a roller coaster of emotion for an unemotional man. Both times he had lost control because of this woman. As he dressed he studied her, she was sitting quietly on a bale of hay watching him with equal interest.

Gloria was completely different from the Lady Alison, where Alison was slender Gloria was well built for such a tiny woman. Her breasts were large for her body, but strangely enough it was her beautiful happy face with brilliant green eyes that drew attention. Stefan felt comfortable in her presence, and although he thought he should feel ashamed and embarrassed at what had just happened, he didn't.

Gloria of course didn't even consider being embarrassed about being fucked by a relative stranger. She had already realised that Stefan was another version of her Steve, and so felt as if she had known him for ages. To make him feel at ease she smiled her most beautiful smile at him.

Once fully armoured again Stefan felt more like himself; and his conditioning took over. He approached Gloria and fell to his knees in front of her. 'Lady Gloria, I offer you my protection and my life,' he formally stated. He lifted up her little hand and kissed it, ' Yours until death,' he said finishing the ritual that males performed with the females after mating.

Gloria giggled in pleasure at such gallantry, like all women she loved the idea of a Knight of her very own who would look after her and fight for her honour. 'Thank you Stefan, I am flattered and pleased, please let me be your guide when we get back to my timeline,' she answered.

Gloria walked back to meet Steve, Stefan followed a step behind her unconsciously looking out for any threats. Steve had taken the opportunity to say goodbye to Alison, he had told her how he felt about the baby and how much he loved her. She had to stay at the orphanage, but he promised to fetch her for his investiture as a Lord.

Steve gathered Gloria and Stefan around him; he couldn't help but notice that Gloria was almost buzzing with sexual energy. She kept looking up at Stefan's face with a happy grin plastered over her beautiful face. If Steve didn't know better he would have thought she had just been fucked, but there simply hadn't been time for that sort of thing, he thought erroneously.

He smiled when he saw Gloria take Stefan's hand before they jumped. Her tiny hand was engulfed in his battle gauntlet. Steve could just hear the sound of the servomotors that could cause the gauntlet to crush a brick into powder, gently holding Gloria's fragile hand.

'Three, Two, One, Go' said Steve and jumped all three of them to Gloria's mansion in the 26th Century. He had warned Angel that they were coming and wasn't surprised to see her and Stephen waiting for them on the front steps of the house. What did surprise and please him was the sight of Omega, the Royal Bodyguard. Omega was standing behind Angel and Stephen, but towered over them both. 

Steve hastened to make the introductions and noticed that Stephen wasn't wearing his coat, being content with a casual shirt and jeans outfit. Owing to Gloria, Stefan was in a very good mood, and therefore did something that he wouldn't have considered back on his Earth. Walking slowly towards Stephen he gently lifted Stephens's sword from where it hung at his side, and offered it hilt first to the surprised and pleased man.

'You dropped this I believe,' he said politely. Stephen bowed from the waist in a gallant gesture and took the sword. 'Thank you, Stefan, I was feeling a mite under dressed without it' he said, smiling his charming smile at this armoured version of himself.

Steve made the introductions. 'Stefan this is my friend Omega, the King of Britain's personal bodyguard. Omega is a Storm trooper, one of Britain's elite soldiers.' Over tea back at the orphanage Steve had briefed Stefan as well as he could on the situation regarding Stephen, and the 26th Century. 

He had spoken about the Storm troopers only because it was Stefan's resemblance to a Storm trooper; that had caused the misunderstanding between Stephen and Stefan. In all honesty Stefan had to agree that the similarity was remarkable. Both Stefan and Omega stood well over six feet tall, and had very wide shoulders. 

Their armour was black and apart from the spines that now laid flat on Stefan's back, they were almost identical. Both had a black-visored, helmeted head, and this made them look even more alike. However this was only a superficial resemblance, underneath Stefan's armour was a flesh and blood human being.

Omega in contrast was basically a robot with a human brain. This was what made the Storm trooper such a feared warrior. Omega could lose seventy per cent of his body and still survive. Had Stephen but known before he attacked Stefan, he wouldn't have tried decapitation. A Storm troopers brain was safely located inside his thorax, protected by layers of armour. Cutting off Omegas head would simply blind him.

Apart from his completely synthetic body, Omega was a gentleman, and offered his hand to Stefan. The two armoured men gripped hands, steel hand clasped Titanium gauntlet. Although either man could crush bricks with their hands, they contented each other with a polite squeeze before letting go.

Omega was here because Steve had contacted him regarding the possibility of Stefan becoming the Royal bodyguard. Steve was surprised how quickly the powers that be, had reacted to the suggestion. Omega's presence here proved that they would seriously consider the idea, if Stefan proved himself worthy of the honour.

Omega came straight to the point, and asked Stefan if he would accompany him to the Storm troopers barracks in London to be tested for the job. Stefan recognised a fellow warrior, and was only too eager to comply. 

Before he left with Omega, Gloria rapped on his visor with her hand. 'Open up Stefan, you are not going anywhere without kissing me goodbye,' she stated firmly.

With a quiet whir, Stefan's visor opened revealing his scarred face. He bent down so that Gloria could kiss his cheek, but she grabbed hold of his head and kissed him full on the mouth. 'Take care my brave Knight, Storm troopers play very rough, so I'm told,' she whispered. 'Thank you for your concern my Lady Gloria, I will indeed take care' he replied smiling down at her beautiful concerned face.

Gloria further surprised Stefan, by pressing something into his armoured hand. 'Just a Lady's favour for her favourite knight,' she whispered into his ear. Stefan saw that she had given him a pair of her panties, and quickly stored them into a compartment in his suit. Stefan found that this tiny woman seriously disturbed his concentration, and tried to push the memory of her soft eager body from his mind.

In the 26th Century, most travel was done by Portal. Due to her position as the King's senior handmaiden Gloria had her own portal in the grounds of her Estate. The group watched as Stefan and Omega strode off towards this portal, and disappeared through it.

Steve looked at Angel and said,' Any chance of a cup of tea?' Steve accompanied Stephen Gloria and Angel, into the house for a well-earned rest. He had a lot of news for his friends.

Stefan was very nervous; he hadn't expected to be tested so soon. However he was a very confident person, and as Alpha male of his home bunker he knew he could hold his own against any competition. Strangely enough he now felt much more in control here with Omega, than he did with Gloria. The portal took them straight into the main Barracks of the British Storm Troopers.

To Stefan it looked more like a machine shop and warehouse, than a barracks for soldiers. As there were only ten Storm troopers at any one time, the barracks seemed quite empty. Stefan was used to the hustle and bustle of his group of warriors in the home bunker. 

The Storm troopers were in great demand, so at this time there were only two in the barracks. They were Delta and Juliet, and they had just returned from a mission hoping for a bit of R and R. They weren't too happy about having to test this upstart human. Although named after the letters of the Greek alphabet, it was only fitting that the second Storm trooper was designated Juliet. 

In life she had been a female, and was one of only three female Storm troopers from the total of ten. Like all Storm trooper recruits she had been given a choice when her body was dying, and had chosen to live on as a servant of the British Empire. Contacted by Omega via the Storm trooper's encrypted frequency, they were waiting to see this possible recruit.




Dr. Snip Ch. 13



Stefan was the first complete human to ever see inside these walls. He was only being considered for this position, because the world situation regarding terrorists was worsening. It took a long while to create a new Storm trooper, and that was only allowed if one of them died in service. Had Steve not recommended Stefan, he probably wouldn't have been considered for a moment. 

However as a budding Lord of the Realm, and a personal friend of the King, Steve's recommendation at least gave Stefan a chance to prove himself. Even in the 26th Century the old boys network was alive and well. It wasn't what you knew; it was whom you knew. Unfortunately this was what the Storm trooper's thought had happened, and they were determined to send this puny human packing.

In order to test this newcomer without killing him, the Troopers had loaded their guns with rounds that caused a splash of paint instead of a splash of blood. Stefan's guns were unloaded and reloaded with these special bullets. His guns were perfectly capable of firing these rounds.

Omega warned Stefan that although these were non-lethal rounds, they would still hit with full power and could knock a trooper over. Stefan noticed the Storm troopers spreading out to surround him. He was a hardened and blooded warrior, and well aware of the horseplay that accompanied such tests. He found himself becoming fully alive, adrenaline flooded through his bloodstream, as he sensed the aggression emanating from these elite warriors.

His suits sensors went to battle mode, and he slipped into his hunter aspect as he waited for the attack. The unwritten rules of these initiations; were that the new boy had to wait until he was attacked before he could react. The advantage was with the attackers.

His suits motion sensors detected all three of the Storm troopers begin to draw their guns, with a view to blasting their combined rounds at his helmet. They were looking forward to blasting this new boy onto his arse. At the first miniscule movement of their hands, Stefan's guns flashed into his gauntlets and the self-targeting sights programmed the order of target. 

Omega was the fastest of the three Troopers; his gun had cleared its holster when a three round burst of fire slammed into his visor. The unexpected impact of the high-powered rounds; knocked him backwards. Sounding like a continuous burst of fire, the remaining two troopers had their heads snapped back by three round bursts. 

Stefan was still standing, in the centre of a ring of Storm troopers sprawled on the ground, the guns of two of them still in their holsters. The encrypted airwaves between the three troopers; were buzzing with a mixture of expletives and awe. Even with their enhanced vision, none of the troopers had seen Stefan draw his guns. All of the troopers were capable of boosting to double speed if required. However none of them including Omega, had thought it would be necessary against a mere human in a suit of armour.

They had been sure that there was no way anyone hampered by that much armour could move so fast. It was beyond belief, and the troopers climbed to their feet still discussing this via their battle channel. The fun part of the test being over it was down to business. Stefan was taken down to the range, for his firing skills to be thoroughly tested.

They were reasonably impressed with his marksmanship when it came to hitting the bull's eye on every occasion. Every Storm trooper could do this with boring regularity. What forced them into grudging respect for his abilities; was the almost contemptuous ease in which he could shoot down moving objects. 

They used a version of a clay pigeon sling, which flung a small clay disc across the front of the shooter at various speeds. Even at the top speed of this device, which made the discs, blur across the range, Stefan blasted them out of the sky with ease. He had spent his adult life shooting suicidal hive bombers out of the sky, as they hurtled down at him and his team. 

These mutated birds were very small and dense with a long sharp beak. They had adopted a hive mentality, and were willing to die to feed the flock. They could hit their target at terminal velocity 165 feet per second, and the impact would kill both their chosen target and themselves. They were small, lightning fast and deadly, Stefan found the clay discs a joke and started to shoot them just as they left the slinger.

The storm troopers could also match this performance, but only when boosted. Stefan couldn't boost, but his reflexes were honed by nature to enable his survival in his deadly world. Although their bodies were totally synthetic, the Storm troopers were still men and could become embarrassed and angry when bested.

Delta had been a very proud man in his previous life and didn't take kindly to being shot so easily. With a nod to Omega, he handed his guns to Juliet and faced Stefan bare handed. Behind his visor Stefan smiled, this was going to be old-fashioned hand-to-hand combat.

Stefan drew his guns and handed them to Omega, confident that the older warrior would look after them. Again Stefan's suit powered up into battle mode, and he stood ready for Delta's attack. Omega had forbidden his Troopers to boost during this test, as he thought it unfair to use this advantage against a normal human.

What he didn't realise was that what a Storm trooper could only achieve via drugs, Stefan could achieve simply by the fact that evolution had increased his speed of reflex four fold. Without warning Delta hurled himself at Stefan, to Stefan's heightened senses Delta seemed to slow down in mid lunge. 

Stefan kept it simple, and moving to the side he grasped Delta as he flew by and with a twist of his powerful hips, assisted his flight until he smashed into an unprepared Juliet. Both troopers crashed to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. Omega was seriously impressed, it seemed that Stefan could boost. 

He gave the two storm troopers permission to boost to double speed, and stood back to watch the action. Delta and Juliet were used to working as a team, and as Delta faced Stefan the other worked around until she was directly behind him. There was no way Stefan could watch both troopers at once. In a well-rehearsed move, both troopers lunged towards Stefan simultaneously. 

Stefan didn't need to see Juliet; his suit knew exactly where she was and how to deal with her attack. Just before Juliet smashed into Stefan's back, his spines sprang up. Such was the force of her charge, that her synthetic body was impaled on his defensive spines. So many spines penetrated her body that vital equipment was damaged, resulting in her losing the use of her limbs.

Stefan spun around using Juliet's limp body still impaled on his spines, as a shield to take the impact of Delta's charge. Delta couldn't stop due to being boosted, and smashed into his team- mates body driving it deeper onto Stefan's spines. Continuing his spin, Stefan brought his armoured fist in a roundhouse blow to the side of Deltas head. Delta was flung to the ground again.

With a sharp snap Stefan's spines slid out of Juliet's body allowing it to fall to the ground. This freed him to attack Delta; there was no thought of fair-play in Stefan's warrior code. He always fought to the death, and knowing that it was almost impossible to kill a Storm trooper allowed him to use all his strength and skills. 

As Delta used his arms to lever himself up from the ground, Stefan landed on his elbow with both armoured feet. Strong as the joint was it couldn't withstand such a localised impact, and his elbow joint collapsed. Delta fell on his face and Stefan knelt on his back. 

Gripping hold of Delta's helmeted head, Stefan twisted it violently. His servomotors humming as he exerted enormous pressure on Delta's neck joint. Omega thought it best to end this test now before he lost another trooper. 'CEASE' he yelled at Stefan. Instantly Stefan released Delta and sprang to his feet so that he was facing Omega.

Omega physically couldn't smile; he didn't have a mouth as such. However he was smiling inside his brain, at this extraordinary version of his friend Steve. Omega thought that without doubt, Stefan was the most dangerous of the three versions of Steve. This was because he didn't really understand Stephen.

The bottom line here; was that he was confident that Stefan was qualified to guard the King. He sent Stefan to the refectory for a feed, while he helped Delta carry Juliet to the workshops to allow the technicians to repair the damage to her body. Stefan was in the staff canteen, tucking in to a big dinner washed down with copious mugs of tea.

His helmet was off, exposing his scarred and rugged face to the scrutiny of the other diners. He was being given puzzled looks from the technicians for whom the canteen was built. Storm troopers didn't need a canteen, as they didn't eat as such.

One of the female technicians sat down opposite him and smiled. 'Hi I'm Samantha, I must know more about a man who can beat two Storm Troopers. Your suit intrigues me, how doe's it work?' she asked professionally curious.

Stefan smiled back at this friendly woman; he was still conditioned to obey orders from a female, and was only too happy to explain the workings of his armoured suit. Samantha found this rugged man very interesting, and to his astonishment she asked him to go with her to her apartment for sex.

Stefan was in a quandary; a good-looking female had blatantly asked him for sex. He didn't even know her, and was concerned that Omega would frown upon such goings on. When he explained this to Samantha she just laughed, and told him that sex was nothing important. She was just interested in his suit, and sex was the best way to get him out of it so she could examine it better. 

While Stefan was experiencing his first ever proposition from a 26th Century woman, Angel was with her doctor. There was no actual financial currency, as a 20th Century human would recognise it. If a citizen wanted something they had to contribute to the state in the best way they could. In exchange they were given credit, which they could exchange for the wanted items.

Angel had earned a lot of credit recently, by her duties as an independent Time agent. Since the arrival of Stefan, she had wanted to upgrade her armaments. So far she had her doctor armour her skin, and implant her mono-filament nails. Through the use of drugs she could even boost for a few seconds. Her vocal chords had been modified, to enable her to emit a battle screech that seriously hurt the ears of anyone within ten yards of her.

This covered defence and attack, but she now realised that there could be a situation where her nails were like using a sledgehammer to crack a peanut. Overkill was the word she was looking for. Angel needed a weapon that was between a punch in the face, and lethal force. 

After a great bout of sex with Dr. Paul Young she asked him what he could do to help her out. Paul mentioned that he had just upgraded some of the police force. They had been using Shock gloves as part of their offensive armament. 

These gloves were designed similarly to a Taser. They could deliver a massive voltage shock, to stun a troublemaker into unconsciousness instantly. Paul had implanted retractable spikes into a group of selected officers, to free them from the business of donning the cumbersome gloves. By tensing certain muscles these spikes would deploy, and the officer would only have to grip the troublemaker to stun him or her into submission.

Angel loved this idea and coerced her doctor into fitting her with this ability. This coercion consisted of her sitting naked on his face, until he agreed or died of suffocation. She was now in her apartment flexing her new weapons. 

She had Paul condition her mind, so that her different nail weapons would deploy depending on which trigger word she sub-vocalised. To deploy her lethal nails she had to sub-vocalise the word "kill". To activate her stun nails she had to use the word "stun". After much practice, it soon became second nature to her to consciously choose which weapon to deploy. She couldn't wait to show Stefan, she recognised a fellow warrior in him. 

She loved Steve, but accepted that he was basically a good guy. Stephen was still a bit of a puzzle, as she hadn't known him long. She sensed that beneath his boyish charm there was something dangerous. However Stefan was a "what you see is what you get" type of guy. 

He was obviously a warrior, and by his own admission a hardened killer. Just thinking about him made her wet. She wanted to impress him and then fuck him, preferably in that order. She wondered what this latest dimensional twin of Steve was up to.

Stefan was being fucked, seriously fucked. Samantha was a sexual dynamo, what she lacked in Gloria's sexual armament, she made up for in sheer enthusiasm. She had taken Stefan back to her apartment and stripped him naked, examining his suit as it was removed from his body. 

Samantha was seriously impressed by it, and couldn't get over the small fusion power plant that ran everything. While bouncing on Stefan's cock and squealing with passion, she was also considering how to examine this device more closely. Stefan was still relatively new to fucking, and soon ejaculated deep into her loins. 

Feeling his hot sperm flooding into her, she allowed herself to orgasm, flooding his groin with her hot juices. Stefan held her tight as she lay panting on top of him; he was a very happy man. This world and particularly this century were like heaven to him.

Samantha lay quiescent on top of him; there was something very strange about this power plant. Even in the 26th Century, they still hadn't managed to create such a small fusion device. They had fusion, but it still required a massive complex to produce the energy. She couldn't understand how a primitive could have such a device. 

'What year are you from Stefan,' she murmured into his ear as she clenched her vaginal muscles around his cock. 'I'm not sure for certain, the females keep the records and we do not need to know things like that. However the queen has a type of calendar in her throne room. I remember that on one occasion when I was summoned to mate with her, that it read 03.03.3030. I remembered this because of all the threes; it was so unusual that it stuck in my mind.

Omega didn't understand Stephen at all; of the three versions of himself Stephen was the most dangerous, because he acted on impulse. He had been thinking about the rapist that Steve had mutilated so badly. In his dimension he had also rescued Mary from her attacker, but he had simply killed the fucker there and then. 

Pathological killer that he was, he had been taken aback by Steve's draconian punishment of his version of the rapist. 'Loose ends, can't have loose ends laying about old chap,' he muttered to himself. A few minutes consulting with a computer gave him the necessary details he required, and without telling anyone he jumped to where the man was being kept.

Normally when a suspected rapist was in hospital, there would be a police guard at the door to his room to prevent any chance of his escaping. In this particular case that was deemed unnecessary, as the man had no arms or legs. In his fury at the man attacking his Mary, Steve had amputated all his limbs. 

Only the cauterising side effect of his Phased sword, had prevented the man from bleeding to death in seconds. What Steve hadn't considered was that the rapist was a nasty mean bastard. Losing his limbs simply made him nastier and meaner, as the nurses on his ward were finding out to their cost.

The man spent most of his time moaning to them about his situation, and getting the nurses to do the smallest tasks for him. The staff nurse on duty that night silently prayed that he would fall asleep, and stop ringing that fucking bell for constant attention. The man's name was Vince and he was just about to squeeze the bell actuator that dangled down within range of his teeth, when a hand in a black glove lifted it out of his reach.

'What the fuck are you doing, you stupid cunt,' snarled Vince angrily. 'Just tidying up after my twin brother old chap,' muttered Stephen as he scribbled a note on Vince's records. " Just popped out for a fag" he wrote, his sense of humour tickled at the consternation of the hospital staff when he discovered Vince's bed empty and the moaning idiot gone for good.

When the staff nurse did her rounds, she was dumbfounded to find his bed empty and the note on his pillow. There was an internal investigation, but it was assumed that a fellow conspirator had enabled Vince to escape from the hospital. He was never seen again, at least not by anyone human.

Stephen had seriously considered simply killing him, as he lay helpless in his hospital bed. However this lacked elegance, and Stephen always liked to think of the most elegant way of doing things. 

Consequently he simply jumped them both back to the Jurassic, and left Vince propped up against the bones of the T-Rex that were beside the lake. 'Have a nice day', he said to the unconscious man as he jumped back to his own century, leaving Vince to the multitude of predators and scavengers that called the area their home.

Although he would almost certainly be hurt at the accusation, Stephen was by far the most dangerous of the three versions. By reason of sheer insanity.

To be Continued,



Dr. Snip Ch. 14



Stephen had just informed Steve of how he had disposed of Vince in the Jurassic. 

Steve was taken aback by Stephen's unilateral decision to involve himself. 

However Steve had to accept that he had allowed his rage to cause others, i.e. nurses and doctors, to carry the can for his bad decision in not killing the man outright.

It was so obvious to Steve that Stephen was desperate to be told that he had done well. 

Consequently he smiled warmly at his dimensional twin, and thanked him for tidying up that particular loose end.

As Stephen strode off to find Gloria, he left Steve in a very dark mood.

If only he had thought to dispose of the first people he had killed, by jumping their bodies back to the Jurassic, instead of admitting his involvement in the killings to the police.

"If only", "if only"; two words that haunted most of humanity at one time or another.

He briefly considered jumping back in time to advise himself to do just that. 

Common sense however stopped him; meddling and second-guessing himself would lead to temporal confusion of the most complicated kind.

As far as he knew, no time traveller had ever spoken to himself; it was regarded by all that the consequences would be catastrophic. 

The only attempt by someone to influence their own lives that he knew of, had been Jeckell's the then Minister of War.

Jeckell had gone back in time and whispered advice into his own sleeping ear in an attempt to change the result of an election in the 26th Century.

Surprisingly it had worked and he had indeed changed his own future. Steve and Angel had managed to undo the damage, and return the timeline to how it was before Jeckell meddled with it.

As it was Steve was a hunted man in his own century. 

Stephen had also been regarded as a criminal in his dimension, so much so that he had to escape by jumping across into Steve's dimension. 

Only Stefan, who seemed to be the most efficient killer of the three, had never been considered a criminal in his own dimension.

At this moment Stefan was being tested by Omega, with a view to becoming the King of Britain's personal bodyguard.

Stephen was chatting to Angel who had just jumped in from seeing her doctor.

Steve was doing what he was doing more and more often, he was brooding about things.

He was allowing himself to consider going back in time and reaching Agent Red before his past self arrived. 

Taking the QT device from the dying agent, and jumping out again. 

That way his past self would never have obtained the QT device, and none of this would have happened.

He even believed that this would work, his past self would arrive at a routine RTA and his life would continue, as it would have. 

The problem was that he also believed that nothing would change for him in the here and now. 

The existence of alternate dimensions had been proved beyond question by the existence of Stephen and Stefan. 

He was now sure that a separate timeline would split off at that point, and he personally would still be in the same situation as he was now.

Also he had to admit that his situation could be a lot worse than it currently was. 

He enjoyed the love of three beautiful women, four if you counted Mary.

He had rescued numerous children from fates as bad as death, and had placed humanities feet on the road to the stars. 

There was also his imminent investiture as a lord of the realm to lift his spirits.

A smile crept over his serious face as he allowed himself to think about his female friends. 

Angel had been the first to become his lover, and then later he had met Alison and had fallen for her. 

Then later still Angel's mother Gloria, the 26th Century " Queen of Love and Sex" had exploded into his life like a thermite bomb. 

All these women had become his lovers, on a regular basis. 

He also had a dalliance with a girl from his past called Mary, but this was basically a one-night stand, caused by the stressful situation that had enveloped them.

He had never seen Mary since, although he had been tempted to look in on her now and then to check if her life was progressing ok.

Steve was a very fair person, and this remembrance of the positives in his life brought him out of his dark pensive mood.

He looked up and saw his first love Angel, standing in front of him with a wicked grin on her face.

As usual she was stunning, tall beautiful and very sexy with breasts that seemed to defy to laws of gravity.

'Hello Angel my love, you are stunning as usual,' he said gallantly.

She reached out to help him to his feet and clasped his big strong hand in hers.

'Gotcha,' she cried in joy.

Before Steve could react in any way to this, he felt a massive electric shock slam into his body. 

One second he was standing in front of Angel, and the next he was lying on the ground his whole body tingling and unresponsive to his brain's commands.

As an ex Para, he realised what she had done, one of the initiation tests that he had to endure when he first joined his company in the Parachute Regiment was to test his resistance to a shock baton. 

New recruits were stood in a line, and the old hands would touch each of them with the baton. 

It was a matter of honour not to cry out, as the electrical charge slammed into their bodies. 

Some of the new recruits even managed to stay on their feet although they were doubled up in pain. 

Steve however had a low tolerance to electrical shock, and had collapsed onto the floor.

His mates had never let him forget it, even though he had since proved himself often on the battlefields of the Middle East.

He lay there listening to Angel's giggling, as she witnessed the effect her latest toy had on him.

'Thanks a fucking bunch Angel, I was just thinking that what I really needed was a couple of hundred volts to cheer me up,' he swore glaring at his warrior lover.

'Oh don't be a wuss Steve, that was my lowest setting, I'm surprised it knocked you over' she replied smiling down at him.

Steve was a tough guy, and soon shook off the effects to such an extent that he offered his hand to Angel again.

'Help me up darling,' he asked smiling at her.

Angel was suddenly nervous as she considered whether or not to take his hand.

'Promise me you aren't going to get your own back,' she asked nervously.

'Angel, I love you and I wouldn't hurt you, although that restriction doesn't seem to apply to you,' he said wryly.

'I'm sorry for shocking you Steve but I just had to try it out on someone and as Gloria and Alison are pregnant they were out of bounds. 

I could have shocked Stephen but I am still not quite sure of him yet. 

I really wanted to shock Stefan, but he isn't back from his test yet. 

That left you, but I promise to make it up to you in bed,' she said apologetically.

'Ah Ha, I think I see a crush on Stefan here,' he teased.

To his surprise Angel blushed as his insight hit the target.

'What can I say Steve, he is such a warrior, I get wet just thinking about him,' she admitted shyly.

The old Steven Steele would have been jealous at this point, but Steve had learned that Angel had the morals of a cat and he had long since learned to accept her, as she was, a product of 26th Century womanhood.

'Well I would like to be there when you try this on him,' he said smiling at his wayward lover.

Reassured she took his proffered hand and easily lifted him to his feet.

'Fancy a cuppa?' she asked and led him into Gloria's kitchen to make him his favourite drink of tea.

Stefan noticed a change in the way he was treated by the scientists and Storm Troopers. 

From being an unusual specimen of a primitive, he was now regarded with a certain degree of wariness by the people he was dealing with.

His revelation that he had come from the 30th Century had relegated those around him to the status of primitives, and they weren't very comfortable with the idea.

The portable fusion generator that powered his suit seemed to prove that Stefan was from the 30th Century.

Of all Stefan's new acquaintances, Omega was the least concerned about Stefan's increased status.

In fact to Omegas thinking, this simply made Stefan even more qualified to replace him as the kings bodyguard.

Stefan had passed all the standard tests and now all that was left was for him to meet the King, and see if Richard would agree to the change in his personal security.

Of all the Citizens of Great Britain, only Omega could jump via Portal straight into Buckingham Palace. 

As the King's royal bodyguard it was essential that Omega had unrestricted access to his royal charge.

Out of courtesy he contacted Richard on a secure frequency, and informed him of their imminent visit.

The King was resting by his private pool, for a change he was alone. Normally he would have been surrounded by a bevy of beautiful girls vying for his attention.

King Richard the Seventh of Great Britain; was a perfect specimen of humanity. 

He was tall, strong, handsome and very intelligent.

Like most 26th Century Britons he never wore a swimming costume, and he sprawled on the lounger magnificent in his nakedness. 

He looked like a cross between a man and a lion. 

This was due to his thick mane of golden hair that he allowed to grow for the sole purpose of reinforcing his leonine aspect. 

He was a fan of his ancestor, Richard the Lion heart, and emulated him as much as he could given his Centuries mores. 

Although he had been without his Bodyguard for some hours, Richard was far from defenceless. 

Britain followed the path of Eugenics to the extreme, Richard was the epitome of humanity, and he had been designed from before birth to be King.

He was as genetically perfect as a human could be, he had never been ill in his life. 

He was almost guaranteed to live for almost 500 years, barring violent death. 

He was the most valuable person on the planet, as far as Britain was concerned. 

His main value lay between his legs, his sperm was genetically perfect and his main function was to impregnate as many British females as he could.

However he had also been enhanced to the limit of 26th Century bioscience. 

He was abnormally strong and very fast, he could, and to impress the girls he often did, bend steel bars in his bare hands. 

None of this impressed the Government, he was simply too valuable to be risked. 

Consequently he was allocated one of Britain's most feared warriors, as a personal bodyguard.

His current bodyguard was Omega, one of Britain's ten Storm troopers. These cyborgs were so feared that even the British Government had limited their number to Ten. 

They were virtually indestructible and fanatically loyal to Britain. 

Working in conjunction with the Ministry of Defence QT, they could and did go anywhere in the world and solve Britain's problems. 

They often chose to assassinate the head of a troublesome country and then allow his deputy to take over. 

This person was then advised to co-operate with Britain or face the same fate as his predecessor. 

It rarely took more than two assassinations for the co-operation to manifest.

The world was an unsettled and dangerous place in the 26th Century. 

The British Government had decided to lend a helping hand to the rest of the world, to bring some order out of the Chaos that the world had fallen into.

They were doing this because it was the right thing to do, and also because it was very profitable. 

Very slowly and covertly, they were recreating the British Empire again. They had decided that the world needed a firm hand at the tiller, and that hand was going to be British.

They didn't need a great army, all they had to do was turn off the Oil tap to the country concerned. 

The fact that Britain had stolen the Oil from the Middle East, concerned them not a jot. 

Possession was 9/10's of the law, and Britain possessed the Oil by virtue of going back in time and stealing it from before the indigenous Arabs even knew what Oil was. 

The government had the political will to use it as a weapon.

It was this situation that had given Stefan the opportunity to replace Omega as the King's Bodyguard. 

Britain needed every available member of its military arm to further the Master plan. 

Omega was needed elsewhere, but the King must be protected at all costs, Stefan was the possible answer to this problem.

Richard looked up as the two warriors entered; at first glance they looked identical. 

They were both large men in black armour, with black-visored helmets. As they got closer Richard could see the differences between them more clearly. 

Omega walked like the robot he was, his legs moving mechanically and efficiently to propel him along his chosen path. 

Stefan by contrast seemed to glide smoothly towards the king; he emanated watchfulness even in this sanctum of security that was the Royal apartment.

Both figures came to a halt before Richard, and Stefan did something that Omega simply couldn't do. 

With a quiet whir his visor slid up into his helmet, and revealed his face to Richards gaze.

Richard immediately recognised a fellow leader of men; it was in the eyes. 

Stefan had a confident and steady gaze, and his experienced lined face testified to many life-threatening situations overcome. 

Strangely enough Richard felt immediately that he could trust this man, and found himself relaxing in Stefan's presence.

'Welcome to the 26th Century, Stefan' said the King by way of greeting.

'If that armour can be removed then please feel free to remove it, and perhaps you would join me for a swim,' suggested Richard in a friendly tone of voice.

Stefan realised that Omega could keep guard whilst he humoured the King's request, and activated the control that caused his armoured suit to commence it's disengagement from his body.

Richard and Omega watched in fascination, as the suit seemed to split down the chest, arms and legs. 

Segments of it slid into itself revealing Stefans naked body. 

Wire thin probes retracted from various parts of his body until he was completely detached from the suit. 

In less than 20 seconds he was able to step forward leaving the now empty suit standing like a hollowed out suit of medieval armour.

As Omega watched as the suit closed itself up again until it looked as if Stefan was still inside it.

Omega thought that he now understood how the suit responded to the wearer's commands so fantastically quickly. 

It read the wearer's instructions directly from the nerve endings and from the brain stem. 

This indeed was 30th Century technology, and way beyond anything that his century could produce. 

Stefan wasn't wearing the suit; the suit was wearing Stefan.

Richard dove into the pool and called to Stefan, ' Come in the water's fine.'

With a suspicious look at the water Stefan overcame his wariness and climbed slowly in. 

Fortunately the pool at this end was only 5ft deep, as Stefan couldn't swim.

In his world any open patch of water was a death trap, and they were avoided wherever possible. 

These pools were always ringed with deadly plants waiting for the unwary to come and drink from the deceptive pool. 

Even if you were lucky enough to evade these killers, there was always something in the pool itself that would be waiting to kill you. 

The most common threat was the Hookworm. 

This friendly little beast wanted your company in the pool so much that it whipped barbed tentacles at you from the depths, and literally hooked you and dragged you under the surface of the water. 

The barbs ensured that the victim couldn't escape, and drowning followed by ingestion was the usual result. 

Consequently Stefan and his fellows had never learned to swim.

Stefan contented himself with standing in the water watching Richard as he swam up and down the pool, his Herculean body slicing through the water easily. 

Stefan was enjoying the feeling of being immersed, and was happily splashing about and even dipping his head under the water for a few seconds. 

Suddenly to his surprise the water was turned into one big splash, as two gorgeous naked girls jumped into the pool to join them.

Richard had arranged this little surprise for Stefan, and climbed out of the pool to inspect the suit as the girls played with Stefan.

Large warm naked breasts were pressed against his chest and back simultaneously, as the giggling girls hugged his naked body. 

Stefan was beginning to overcome his upbringing as regards women. Gloria and Samantha had shown him that the women in this Century were nothing like the women of his time.

Stefan's lined and rugged face fascinated the two girls, and they were soon kissing and fondling him as ordered to by the King.

Richard had set up a small test for Stefan, he had informed Omega of this via his encrypted implant and Omega called out to Stefan that he had to leave the room for a few minutes.

Stefan was having fun with the girls, and smiled at Omega to show he had heard him. 

One of the girls had disappeared under the water, and Stefan jumped as her hot mouth encompassed his cock. 

It was just at this point that Richard's test began. 

Out of the corner of his eye Stefan saw a black dressed figure rappelling down to the poolside from a hole cut in the roof.

Stefan was no fool, and he realised that the odds of an attack on the King just when he was being introduced were very high indeed. 

Therefore there was a good chance that the King wouldn't want his tester killed. 

The girl kissing him was gently moved to one side, and Stefan made the mental effort required to counteract this threat. 

'Cover your ears lady,' he ordered, and to her and to the King's amazement stared intently at the rope that the intruder was using to lower himself to the poolside. 

The King thought for a second that Stefan had gone completely mad when he saw him point both his fingers at the rope. 

With an ear splitting crack both Stefan's high-powered pistols fired, and the rope was severed causing the intruder to fall heavily onto the tiled floor. 

The impact knocked the man out cold.

The sound of Stefan's pistols echoed throughout the tiled room, and wisps of smoke drifted from the muzzles of his twin guns. 

They were held securely in the battle gauntlets of his suit that was now standing facing the crumpled body of the intruder. 

Two spots of laser light were clearly seen rock steady on the unconscious man's head.

Richard and Omega were stunned; the suit had fired on the intruder even though Stefan was standing in the water yards away from it.

Omega realised that he had vastly underestimated 30th Century technology. 

The suit wasn't just physically connected to the wearer; it was telepathically connected to him. 

It had fired by remote control and had hit a rope at 25 yards. 

Omega knew that if Britain could mass-produce this Suit, it would make him and the other Storm troopers redundant. 

It was a sobering thought, and it showed his own strength of character when he stepped forward and applauded Stefan as he stood in the water. 

The immersed girl's head popped up out of the pool, and she asked what the noise had been.

'Nothing to bother you Lady,' replied Stefan kindly.

Seeing Omega approaching the intruder he severed the telepathic connection to his suit, and climbed out of the water to join the King.

Richard had also seen the possibilities that obtaining the secrets of such a suit would bring his country. 

However he contented himself by beaming his most gracious smile at Stefan, and asking him if he would like to become the Royal Bodyguard.

Stefan was only too pleased to accept the position, and shook the King's hand firmly.





Dr. Snip Ch. 14



As he had surmised the intruder was indeed a member of the King's entourage and he soon recovered and staggered off.

The King called the girls to him and with a girl sitting on each of their laps, the rest of the afternoon was pleasantly spent drinking and chatting while the girls pleasured the two men.

Seeing that Richard was supremely unconcerned about having a girl suck his cock whilst chatting to him, Stefan also relaxed and enjoyed their ministrations.

'I must admit you startled me there Stefan, I had thought that I would see some hand to hand fighting. What else can that marvellous suit do?' Richard asked.

The pleasant company and the unaccustomed alcahol had put Stefan in an expansive mood. 

He decided to give the King and the girls, a demonstration of what a 30th Century warrior with a symbiotic suit could do. 

Patting his girl on her sexy little bottom he stood up and moved still naked onto a clear space of floor. 

Concentrating again he connected to the suit, and with a smile to the girls he suddenly performed a back flip and stood on his hands. 

Yards away Stefan's armoured suit had followed every movement precisely and was now also standing on its hands, it's inbuilt gyroscopes holding it steady.

Stefan then performed a simple set of exercises pretending to fight an imaginary foe, as he leapt and spun gracefully across the floor. 

His suit followed, mirroring every move perfectly.

To demonstrate that he often didn't need to use his guns against the less dangerous of his world's predators, he flexed his muscles in a certain way and from out of the suits forearms sprang razor sharp blades. 

The spines at the back of the suit also sprang up and out, giving it the look of a ferocious porcupine. 

Nothing living could touch it now, without being skewered on the deadly blades.

To finish off the demonstration, both Stefan and the suit bowed to the King.

Richard sent the girls off, and he and Stefan continued their chat about their two worlds and there differences. 

Meanwhile back at Gloria's home, Steve had decided that a lot of his problems could be solved if he went back to doing what he did best. 

He was flicking through the records of the 20th Century looking for children to save. 

He came across a case where a young girl had been beaten to death; by her drug addicted mother, and her waster of a boyfriend. 

The papers were screaming about the failures of the local Social Services in not protecting the child.

Ever since he had executed the addicted mother of a baby, Steve had developed a deadly rage against mothers who abused and killed their own children. 

He was a wanted criminal back in his own time, for ramming his sword through such a mother's chest. 

He had rescued her baby, and handed it over to the care of the nearest hospital.

Since then he had kept an eye on the child and had set up a trust fund for it.

He could afford to do this by using monies he had confiscated from organised crime.

This particular case was depressingly familiar, the young girl was found dead in the mother's flat. 

Alarmed neighbours had heard screams of pain coming from the flat late at night. 

When the police went inside the mother and boyfriend were unconscious in a heroin dream. 

The girl was found on the bare floor of her room battered to death.

The girl's blood was all over the boyfriend, and shockingly also on the mother. 

The evidence proved that she had held the girl, whilst the man beat her to death.

The jury had judged that the man was not responsible for his actions as he had been high on heroin at the time. 

He was sent to a rehabilitation centre for a number of years. 

The mother was given a suspended sentence as it was thought that she had suffered by losing her only daughter. 

A year later she died of an overdose.

The bubbling rage that was always just beneath the surface of Steve's mind, turned from white heat to a deadly cold. 

Dr. Snip stood up from the computer, and checking the spatial and temporal co-ordinates jumped back in time to do what he did best.

At the start of his crusade to rescue children, Dr. Snip had been content to castrate the perpetrators of such crimes and leave their eventual punishment to the police. 

However since he had been implicated in the slaughter of a group of Porn Movie makers and a drug addicted mother, he had decided to simply cleanse the world of these monsters.

Unfortunately by killing these monsters, Snip had become a type of monster himself. 

Steve was a kind and compassionate man, capable of love and affection and this love and affection was returned to him by his lady loves. 

Dr. Snip on the other hand was a cold calculating killer; he had no mercy for those who preyed on the young. 

He often killed them in such a horrific way; that hardened police coroners had been known to throw up their lunches. 

In one incident he had split a kidnapper down the middle from head to crotch; the mess was indescribable. 

Snip did this to send a message to such criminals, that such a fate waited any and all who incurred his wrath.

This was where his razor sharp sword Excalibur came into it's own. 

A gun was too tidy, and anyway Snip liked to be up close to the filth that he executed.

He arrived in the street concerned and walked along it looking for the particular flat. 

It was a dilapidated building with the windows boarded up, and weeds growing on the path.

His computer had given him the floor plan, and indicated the room where the girl was found.

He jumped straight into the room, and saw the young girl huddled under the bed shivering from cold and fear. 

Raised voices were coming from the next room, where the mother and boyfriend were arguing about something in a heroin-fuelled rage.

The girl's name was Sandy, and her body showed numerous bruises and cuts already. 

Snip didn't want to try and pull her out from under the bed, nor did he want her to witness what he was going to do to her mother. 

He decided to jump the girl and the bed to his orphanage, and hand her over to Alison until he had thought of a better plan.

Alison was doing her rounds when Snip, bed and Sandy arrived unannounced in the back yard of the orphanage. 

It was situated in Thailand; Steve had created and funded it expressly for the purpose of looking after the children he saved. 

The little girl was a bit groggy from the jump, and Alison arranged for some of her staff to care for her immediately.

She was going to hug Steve, when she realised that it wasn't him standing there. 

Her heart fell, when she recognised Dr. Snip's persona radiating from the black clad figure in the yard.

'Come back here when it's over please Steve,' she begged the cold man.

Snip inclined his head briefly and jumped out.

The drugged couple had worked themselves into a frenzy of rage and hate. 

Rather than admit that their situation was due entirely to their own weaknesses, they had decided that it was young Sandy's fault that they hadn't stolen enough money to get the full amount of heroin they craved. They decided to teach her another lesson, and burst into her room their eyes wild with rage.

Instead of her little daughter cowering under the bed, there was a big man in a black leather coat sitting calmly on the bare mattress waiting for them.

Snip was deciding what to do with them, he had actually considered going back in time and preventing the mother from becoming an addict in the first place. 

He had already done something similar with a Brother and Sister, and it had worked out OK. 

However that was when Steve had been in full control of things, and his kind nature had looked for a less violent means to solve a problem.

Snip had noted the state of Sandy's little body; it was already covered in bruises and burns. 

It was this evidence of long-term cruelty; that cost the mother any small mercy that might have flickered in Snip's soul.

He could have simply killed them both here and now, but they were so far gone that they wouldn't know what the fuck was going on or why. 

He wanted them to know why they were going to die.

Without warning he jumped them all to his favourite private place, the Queen's room under the Great Pyramid.

He had no concern for their well-being at all, so simply left them unconscious on the cold stone floor in the pitch darkness. 

He then jumped forward one day, to ensure that they would be sober and very afraid when he explained their situation to them.

Sandy's mother was named Bell, and her latest boyfriend was known on the street as " H " for obvious reasons.

Since waking up in the pitch-blackness they had gone through the screaming for help stage. 

Then the screaming at each other stage, and had arrived at the trembling with cold and fear stage.

The two hadn't heard of sensory deprivation, but they had just been subjected to an extreme form of it. 

Their minds were tottering on the brink of insanity. 

They were terrified, cold, hungry and thirsty, and it was time he shed some light on the subject. 

Again without any warning he jumped them all outside into the desert. 

"H" went into the lying whining mode, which characterised most of the heroin junkies that Steve had come across when he had been a cop. 

Steve tuned out his pathetic bleating, and looked at Bell as she sat on the sand shading her eyes against the cruel glare of the burning sun.

Snip thought that they were reasonably sober and capable of understanding him.

He jumped them back into Sandy's bedroom, for the final act of this moral play.

When "H" awoke he was strapped to the frame of the bed. 

If he had known about the medieval torture device called a Rack, he would have thought he was on one. 

He was on his back; his wrists were tied to the headboard, and his feet to the footboard. 

His body was stretched painfully. 

Bell was tied to the cold radiator on the opposite side of the room, where she had a good view of "H".

Snip slapped her hard to get her attention, and pointed to a copy of a newspaper that reported the death of her daughter and how she had died.

Bell focused her eyes on this damming story, and had the grace to burst into tears when Snip read the complete article to her. 

'I didn't mean to kill her,' she sobbed brokenly, not realising that Snip had saved Sandy.

'My name is Dr. Snip and I protect the young from scum like you and your boyfriend "H". 

It is time that you pay for what you have done, I will start with this piece of shit you claim to love. 

Watch closely, because you will be next.'

"H" was struggling wildly to try and escape, but as Snip drew his sword he froze in fear.

'Please Please don't kill me' he screamed at the expressionless face behind the sword

'Is that what Sandy cried as you beat her to death?' asked Snip coldly.

'Let's see what makes a piece of scum like you tick.'

Lifting the sword high Snip drove it down into H's stomach, and in a continuation of the move ripped him open to the crotch.

His blood and guts sprayed across the room soaking Bell, as she screamed with him in terror.

Snip had jumped out to the next room to avoid the charnel mess.

When the screaming had stopped, he went back in and saw that Bell had fainted away. 

"H" was dead; the bed was a mess of blood and intestines. 

A spark of Steve flickered through his mind, asking whether he should give the mother one final chance to change her ways. 

He considered this seriously; Steve hated killing women. 

He finally decided, after all he could always return and gut her if she didn't change.

Untying Bell from the radiator, he dragged her unconscious body over to the bed and laid her face down on the bloody ruin that had been "H".

He tied her securely, her wrists to H's wrists, her feet to his feet.

Already H's blood had soaked the front of her dress, and the smell in the room was sickening.

Snip wrote a note to Bell using H's blood, telling her that he would return in a month to check on her. 

If he judged her fit he would return Sandy to her care, providing Sandy wanted this. 

If she was still on drugs, Snip would gut her just like he had gutted "H".

He then left another note for the police explaining that he had rescued Sandy from "H" and that she was being cared for.

He planned on giving Bell a few hours of H's company before he rang the police.

If anything will change someone's life, waking up tied to a bloody corpse was right up there at the head of the queue.

With a last look around, he jumped back to the orphanage and Alison.

Alison sensed when he returned, but waited in her office for him to come to her. 

This gave Snip time to remove his sword and coat and lock them in the wardrobe. 

Dressed in shirt and jeans Steve knocked on the office door.

'Who is it?' asked Alison.

'Steve, can I come in darling?'

Alison's face broke into a beautiful smile as she realised that Snip had gone for a while, and it was her lover Steve outside.

The office door was flung open and Alison threw herself into his arms kissing him passionately. 

Steve held her tightly, already imagining that her body was starting to swell with his child.

Taking him by the hand she dragged him off to meet Sandy. 

She had been bathed and fed, and was now playing with two other little girls in the play area. 

With the resilience of youth, she was laughing with her playmates as if her previous life had just been a bad dream.

Steve immersed himself in the love of his pregnant girl, and the happy laughter of the children. 

Dr. Snip was banished to the dark recesses of his mind, where he waited patiently for the next call to arms.

Steve needed to do something positive and good, to wash away the taint of hate and rage that had been driving him during the last few hours.

He wanted to involve his pregnant lover Alison, more fully into his life and purpose. 

Steve decided to put her in complete charge of his monies, and give her carte blanche as to how she spent it. 

This was no small thing, as Steve's wealth was now measured in the millions of pounds. 

He had first acquired wealth by winning the national lottery by using his QT to travel forward to discover the winning numbers. 

Later he increased his wealth by confiscating 50 odd millions from a crime lord. 

His money was now stored in a bank, and apart from running the orphanage it wasn't being used for much.

Steve needed to do more good to counteract the violence that he was dishing out more and more regularly as Dr. Snip.

Alison listened intently, as he outlined his plans concerning her managing his money. 

She was a very clever woman, and had no doubts whatsoever that she could use the money to further her and Steve's goals in the world. 

So many people needed help in this world, and money could certainly help a great many people lead a fuller and happier life.

'Wow Steve, you are giving me enormous power, more power than most husband's would give their wives,' she commented quietly.

Steve looked into her eyes as he considered his reply to such a weighted remark.

'That is probably because I trust you more than most husbands trust their wives,' he said smiling at the mother of his unborn child.

The other woman who was carrying his unborn child was at that moment in the process of having it removed from her womb. 

This was not by any stretch of the imagination an abortion. 

On the contrary this was almost routine for Gloria, the foetus was taken from her womb and carefully placed in an artificial womb at the London Medical Centre. 

Gloria had done her part of the job, and now left it to the experts to complete the process of nurturing a new Briton until it was time for it to be born.

Steve knew nothing of this and Gloria wasn't sure if she should tell him. Steve was a primitive and may not agree with the established process of modern child selection and processing.

Gloria's whole life revolved around sex, it was obvious that she couldn't be herself if she had a big fat belly. 

She hoped Steve would understand that she was a product of her time, just as he was a product of his. 

This train of thought brought her to Stefan. 

Gloria had inadvertently provoked him into fucking her, and the problem was that she had loved every second of it. 

What had made it so exciting for her was the fact that it had been so unexpected. 

One minute she was looking at him, and then he was naked and fucking her like an animal. 

Gloria was a sexual warrior and it took at lot to cut through the sheer sameness of fucking.

She had been fucking men and women for over one hundred years, and there were only so many ways that two people could fuck. 

Gloria had tried every possible variation so many times, that sex was becoming a boring routine. 

That was until Steve had shown up from the past; sex with him had been exciting because it was a bit dangerous. 

So to a certain extent was sex with Stephen, but Stefan was in a league of his own when it came to dangerous. 

Just the memory of him thrusting deep inside her made her soaking wet, and she had to grab herself to ease the feelings in her loins. 

She knew however that she wasn't to only woman who had the hots for Stefan. 

Her daughter Angel was also hunting him, and Gloria didn't really want to piss off Angel if she could help it.

Still all's fair in love and war she thought to herself.

Steve was lying in bed with Alison, they had just made gentle love and she was sleeping.

Steve was trying to think of a way of breaking this see-saw of personalities that was him and Dr. Snip.

They were becoming more different as time went on and Steve wasn't happy about this.

He thought the main problem was that Snip killed people in order to save children.

Saving children was the goal, not just saving them from twisted adults but saving them wherever he could.

He decided to change tack for a while and see what he could achieve without having to kill or maim anyone.

The next day he changed the parameters of his computer search engine and studied the resulting printout with interest.

Leaving Alison to get on with her job, he kissed her and jumped out.

It was a sickening statistic but more children were killed on the roads of America, than were deliberately killed by those that Snip hunted.

Dave Pullman was sleeping in his cab, it was a massive eighteen wheeler powered by a Mack tractor. 

It was his business, and his home away from home. 

The sides of his Tractor-trailer were painted to represent a view of Texas. 

It was a beautiful machine and even the tyres were white walled to add that extra bit of style to the work of art that was his truck.

He had set his alarm clock to wake him early, as he had to hit the interstate in time to deliver his load. 

The rain pattering against the windscreen had lulled him to sleep, and he was dreaming that he was in an earthquake. 

His body was being shaken about, as if the truck was moving over a bumpy road.

He opened his eyes and blearily stared at the clock, it was the middle of the night. 

Although the massive power plant located just in front of the cab was cold and silent, the truck was definitely moving about.

He seemed to hear a bang, followed by a hiss like an enraged snake followed by a lurch.

Suddenly his tired brain processed these sounds and fed him a horrifying conclusion. 

His tyres, his tyres were exploding.

Dave's tyres were top of the range, and were guaranteed to survive thousands of miles of wear and tear. 

Jumping out of the cab he saw instantly that all the tyres along one side of his vehicle were flat.

He was stunned at the sight, this couldn't happen unless it was deliberate sabotage. 




Dr. Snip Ch. 14



At this thought he heard a bang from the other side of his truck. 

Dave sprinted around to discover a big man in a black leather coat, just withdrawing a three-foot long sword from one of his tyres. 

With an angry hiss the air escaped, and the truck settled down a few more inches.

'What the fuck are you doing?' he screamed at the man who was in the process of ramming his sword into the next tyre.

The man ignored him, and plunged the razor sharp blade into the white walled tyre.

Dave had been a trucker for many years, and had come across his share of nuts. 

A nut with a three-foot long sword was a first, and he knew he needed an equaliser before he got close to him.

Dave jumped up into his cab and grabbed his Smith and Wesson "Dirty Harry" revolver from the glove box.

It was intimidating, as he intended when he bought it, more than one thug had looked at its cavernous bore and run.

Holding it in two hands he pointed it at the maniac and bellowed 'Stop right there, one more move and you are history.'

To his complete surprise the man did just as ordered, and sheathed the sword in a hidden sheath in his greatcoat that ran down his spine.

'No problem Dave, I seem to have immobilised your truck anyway,' said the man in a quiet deep voice.

'Lets go and grab a beer and I will try and explain my actions,' he continued calmly to the man holding the gun on him.

'Explain your fucking actions, what the fuck kind of stupid accent is that you stupid fucking idiot. 

Do you know how much those tyres cost?'

'Yes, I looked that up before I came here, I estimate it will cost you approximately $15,000 to replace them, plus lets say $5,000 for your inconvenience. 

As you are a nice bloke lets make it $30,000 total' said the man, reaching into his coat pocket. 

Dave was so tightly wound that this action made him jerk on the trigger, and with a sound of thunder the revolver fired at point blank range.

'Sorry about that I didn't mean to startle you,' said the man into Dave's left ear. 

At the sound of the gun Dave had involuntarily blinked, and therefore missed seeing Steve disappear as he jumped the few feet to be by Dave's side.

'AAARRgggggg, wha' the fuck, Jesus mister I shot you, how come you aren't dead?'

'Clean living and quick reflexes,' said Steve offering a big wad of cash to Dave.

This wasn't a Nut, nuts didn't stay calm and they certainly didn't hand out big lumps of cash.

Dave was a reasonable man and lowered the gun, he took the cash and flipped through it quickly. 

There did seem to be $30,000 and he decided it was enough for him to listen to this " Nuts" explanation. 

Dave was sitting opposite the man nursing a beer, and wondering what had occurred to make their paths cross.

'Let me tell you a story,' began Steve.

'One wet miserable day an eighteen-wheeler was travelling along the interstate minding its own business; when the car ahead of it blew a tire. The driver of the rig had little time to react, but managed to avoid running over the much smaller vehicle. 

However this caused his rig to jack-knife on the wet road and he slid to a halt blocking all four lanes.

As was to be expected there were numerous collisions, as cars rear-ended each other in the ensuing pile up. 

Surprisingly enough no one was seriously hurt, until a school bus rear-ended a petrol tanker. 

This changed everything in an instant, and a fireball washed over the entire scene burning everyone in a 300-yard circle around it. 

40 children died as well as all those involved in the accident.

The only man to survive this was the lorry driver, but he was a broken man from then on and never drove again. 

He descended into an alcoholic spiral; and eventually died in an ally in Houston only two years later.

'A sad tale stranger, but I haven't heard of any such accident,' said Dave sipping his beer.

' It was only a tale Dave, only a tale and I'm sorry I had to damage your rig but it seemed the thing to do.'

'You know my name, what is yours?' asked Dave.

'Snip, Dr. Snip to be precise,' replied the man in his strange accent that Dave now realised was British.

'I've heard of you, I should have guessed when I saw that fucking great sword. What are you doing in America?'

'Interfering as usual,' replied Steve grinning at the bemused driver.

'Nice to meet you Dave, but I must be off, he said rising to his feet.

'Take your time about replacing those tires, there's a good chap.'

Dave watched as the man walked across the parking lot, until a gust of rain seemed to make him disappear.

Steve had jumped to the destination of the school bus, and stood quietly under a tree and watched as the happy children swarmed off the bus and into the school.

It wasn't that he didn't trust fate not to persevere in endangering the lives of those children. 

It was more because he didn't trust fate as far as he could throw it.

When the last of the kids disappeared into the school, he jumped back to Alison in a far better mood than of late.

He needed to talk to her so jumped them both back to his home in England.

They sat around his kitchen table drinking a cup of tea, while he told her of his change of direction.

'I think I have been stretched too thin lately, what with being involved with Stephen and then Stefan. 

I think it would be best to leave them to the 26th Century, whilst I concentrate on what I do best.

This will mean me seeing less of Angel and Gloria, and I intend to tell King Richard that I cannot accept the honour of becoming a Lord of Britain.'

Alison was shocked to hear all this, although as a woman and the future mother of Steve's child, she was honest enough to admit a certain relief that he was going to see less of her two main rivals for his love.

However it was such a turn around from last week. She just had to ask him outright why he was doing this.

'Are you doing this for me Steve, because I don't want you to give up your love for Angel and Gloria just to keep me happy.'

'No my darling girl, I am doing this for me. 

Dr. Snip was becoming too powerful and I am trying another way to fulfil my mission. 

I have no doubt that Snip will be needed in the future, but for a while I want to rescue kids from the more mundane dangers of life,' he answered kissing her lovingly. 

He turned towards his computer and put the search engine to work.

To be Continued...



Dr. Snip



At last he could drop the pretence and drag her out of the car into the room he had prepared for her. She struggled ineffectively as he handcuffed her to the steel bed.

He had watched her as she passed his window every morning on her way to school. It seemed to him that she would wriggle her tight little bottom at him on purpose, as she walked past. He had convinced himself that she had once pretended to drop something on the pavement, just so she could bend over and show him her little white knickers. 

She had no idea that he had already seen her naked on a few occasions through his high power binoculars. He looked down at the girl as she struggled on the bed, he had gagged her to stop her annoying pleading and crying. The sight of her totally helpless turned him on in a big way.

'Shut up,' he snarled,' you are going to get what you have asked for and no mistake,' . She was now to frightened to move and just lay there. 

He had planned this for months, renting a bungalow under an assumed name, and buying an old car without registering it. Then as a final safety precaution fitting false number plates to it. This house and car couldn't be traced back to him, just in case someone had noticed her getting into his car. It was also a good address for getting his sex supplies and kiddie porn off the Internet, as even if it were traced the trail would end here.

All in all he felt safe here, and when he had completely finished with her, he had other little girls on his list to sample. He would probably have to kill her he realised, but she was no loss. He couldn't wait to sympathise with her sluttish mother, when they found what he would leave of her daughter. 

It would teach her, it would teach them all to treat him the way they did. He sat on the side of the bed and thought of all the things he was going to do to her.

He heard the merry sound of the doorbell echoing through the house. 'What the hell?' he swore making his way towards the front door. He looked out the side window to see a deliveryman with a big parcel. He was waiting for a set of videos from a supplier in Amsterdam, trust them to show up now. 

Forcing a polite smile onto his face he opened the door to take delivery. The delivery man was a big bastard, and as he was about to speak to him the idiot poked him with a stick.

The man had walked around the bungalow listening for a clue as to where they were. He decided to take a chance and go in through the front door, faking a parcel out of a piece of spare cardboard he rang the bell.

Vince eventually answered the door, and before he could say anything the man thrust a shock baton into his chest. The electric shock flung him violently back into the house, and he ended up sprawled unconscious on the living room floor.

When Vince regained consciousness, he was lying on his back on the heavy kitchen table. He had been stripped naked, his hands and feet were handcuffed to the legs of the table and he was helpless. He could hear voices coming from the playroom, but couldn't make out the words clearly.

After securing Vince to the table the big man walked through into the next room, the little girl on the bed froze in terror at the sight of him. He didn't blame her, as the expression on his face would have scared anyone. He made a great effort, and put a friendly smile on his face. 

'Hello Mary I'm here to rescue you, you are safe now.' He reassured the little girl, as he unlocked the handcuffs that held her to the bed. After helping her to sit up, he wrapped her in a blanket to keep her warm.

'I want you to stay here Mary, while I sort out that man who kidnapped you, do you know him?' 'Yes he lives next door, his name is Vince something, and I've hardly spoken to him, why did he want to hurt me?' she sobbed.

'He is ill in the head' he replied 'but I am a Doctor and I can cure him,' he replied in a grim cold voice. He told her to wait there until the Police came, and went back into the kitchen to confront Vince. The pervert had been put in the kitchen for a reason; it had a tiled floor and was out of sight and sound of the girl.

Vince was thrashing around on the table and when he saw him he glared at him in rage, and mumbled through the gag that had been tied around his mouth. 'Save your breath' the man advised in a cold deadly voice, 'I know all about you and what you had planned for little Mary.' 

The big man walked to the door and closed it firmly. 'You are going to be found almost as you are now; there is enough evidence in your playroom and on your computer to convict you as a Paedophile.' While he was talking the man took a thin police restraint band from his pocket and looped it between Vince's body and testicles, he pulled it tight, cutting off the blood flow.

'Mary will tell her story about you kidnapping her, I'm aware that you haven't actually killed anyone yet, but I also know what you would have done had I not intervened. Knowing what I do about what you intended, I should kill you now.'

At this Vince stopped struggling, in the realisation that he was helpless to protect himself if this man chose to kill him. 'Don't worry pervert,' the man said, 'I'm not a killer by nature, but I cannot take the chance that you will escape justice and attempt this again, so I'm going to cure you.'

'This will hurt' he advised the terrified Vince 'but it is better than being dead, although if I hear of you again I will return and kill you.' 

He then brought out of his pocket a brand new pair of pruning secateurs. 'I believe that your problems come from your perverted desires, and by removing your desires I hope to remove your drive to hurt others.' 

He laid the shears down beside Vince and pulled out his phone, he made two calls, the first to the police advising them of the situation and asking that they get here as fast as possible. 

The second call was to the Ambulance service, advising them that they would find a man who had been recently castrated and giving the address. 

When asked for his name he answered Dr, Snip. Vince had listened in disbelief to the conversations and knew what was in store for him, the man waited with him until the police sirens could be heard approaching. 

Not until the sound of the police car skidding to a halt in the driveway reached their ears, did the man pick up the secateurs and with one quick snip cut off the pervert's testicles. Thanks to the restraint band there wasn't as much blood as he had expected, although this was no comfort to Vince. 

He then walked behind the screaming man until he was out of his sight, and went back to his car in the lay-by. He drove quietly away with the reflections of the blue flashing lights in his car mirror. Despite the persistent rain he felt that he had spread a little sunshine in this dark and dangerous world. 

The big man felt reasonably good about the way it had gone, and just hoped that the girl would get over her experience. After returning the rental car he went home, and after a meal and a drink he went to bed for a well deserved rest.

There were four other cases of a similar nature, and he intervened in all of them successfully. In each case when contacting the police, he gave his name as Dr. Snip. He was creating this character for a reason. The newspapers soon heard of the Vigilante, and his unique way of dealing with Paedophiles. They were speculating as to his identity, and in general pushing the story for all it was worth.

What amazed them, and bewildered the Police, was his sources of information. In every case concrete proof was found of the guilt of the one found castrated. Even so Dr. Snip was a wanted man, the Police had a warrant out for him for GBH, despite the general approval of the public.

WHO IS Dr. SNIP? The newspapers screamed out in large headlines and editorials around the country, soon his name was on every ones lips. It was at this point that the man's plan began to show fruit. He realised that although he was putting the fear of Dr. Snip into the hearts of paedophiles in general, he needed to specifically target those who were the most likely to offend.

He purchased a few dozen sets of secatures, and made a list of dangerous perverts compiled from restricted files. He sent a personal letter to each of them, warning them that they were being monitored by Dr. Snip. With each letter he enclosed a new pair of secatures.

Receiving such a letter gave the recipients such a shock that they often not only cleared their computers of any kiddie porn, they often got rid of their computers altogether. Some believing that he could trace them, via the Internet.

Apart from these targeted letters, he was well aware that there were hundreds of undiscovered perverts that he would never be able to threaten individually. Consequently he used the Newspapers as a weapon, and wrote an open letter to all Paedophiles warning them to change their ways or suffer his wrath. 

Over the phone he arranged to hand copies of this letter to a group of chosen reporters at a nearby building site. As he had forseen, along with the reporters came a team of Police to arrest him. 

The reporters met him as arranged on the building site, he was standing in the door of a steel container, wearing a black executioners hood. On a wooden crate in front of the container, he had laid out the copies of the letter. 

The police had completely surrounded the site, and as a representative of the reporters picked up the letters, they moved in quickly. The reporters all had their cameras working as Dr. Snip waved goodbye to them, and calmly walked into the steel container.

The Police team rushed into the container a few seconds later, only to emerge with expressions of bafflement on their faces. Dr. Snip had vanished from a solid steel container.

The newspapers went ballistic; this was the story of the century. Dr. Snip must be a magician or an illusionist to have escaped so easily from such a situation. The container was dismantled, by police experts. They reported that it was just an ordinary bog standard steel container; they couldn't explain how anyone could escape from it once they were inside. 

Famous professional Illusionists were discreetly consulted, and they also stated that they couldn't have done this feat without a specially made container. As the big man had planned, Dr. Snip's letter was put on the front page of every paper, and he hoped that it would give budding perverts second thoughts. It was noticed that he praised the police in this letter, and stated that without their help he wouldn't be able to accomplish his work so effectively. 

All this misinformation served his purpose admirably, as he was able to nip a lot of potential crimes in the bud using the pervert's own fear against them. The greatest mystery of Dr. Snip, was how on earth he knew about these paedophiles and where to find them. 

The end of Normality

Another day in Paradise, thought Sergeant Steve Steele gloomily, as his patrol car hurtled through the pouring rain. The wipers swished back and forth, as they valiantly tried to keep the windscreen clear of water. 

The emergency lights on the car roof were stabbing out into the gloom, and the siren was screaming out its song of urgency. It was the start of February, and it seemed to have been raining since Christmas. He hated the rain; he was a sun lover and couldn't wait until summer had returned. 

In his experience rain usually meant road accidents. Steve was a muscular well-built man twenty-nine years old, over six feet tall, and liked to keep in trim. After five years in the Paras, he had decided to join the police and had enjoyed it so far, he was based at Stratford.

Being an introvert by nature, he preferred to operate alone, as he found having a partner, whether at work or in his personal life, introduced too many complications for comfort. He had realized early on that he wasn't a team player; he had never liked team games where he was dependent on others to win. 

His favorite sport was rifle shooting, it suited his nature as if he missed the target it was his fault alone. He found the discipline relaxing after a difficult day at work, and had become well known and respected in the sport. 

This Road Traffic Accident had been called in by a Mrs. Pritchard who was the driver involved, she had reported that she had run over someone, and given her location. The dispatcher had arranged for an ambulance to go to the scene as well as the police.

Steve saw the accident scene well before he reached it, as the A11 at this point was straight and clear for about a mile. She had shown the good sense to put on her Hazard warning lights, but Steve left his emergency lights on as he pulled up behind her car for extra safety.

The rain had thankfully stopped as Steve got out of the car and approached the driver. She was sitting in her car clutching her mobile phone to her chest, and shaking with delayed shock. Steve introduced himself and seeing a car blanket on the rear seat, draped it over her shoulders to keep her warm while he checked out the victim.

'He just appeared in front of me,' she sobbed, ' I didn't have time to even start to brake before I hit him, I think he's dead .' From the look of the crumpled heap by the side of the road Steve was tempted to agree with her, but he walked over to check anyway. 

He was amazed to see, as he got closer that not only was the man's arm moving, but he was trying to use his mobile phone. The effort proved too much for him however. As Steve bent down to see what the damage was, the man looked up at him and said in a pain-racked voice, 'I must call home urgently please dial for me,' and whispered a number. 

Steve heard the Ambulance arrive behind him so in order to calm the man he punched in the numbers. As he went to hand the phone back, the man slipped into unconsciousness. Steve slipped the phone into his pocket to free his hands, and turned to see if he could assist the paramedics.

The Paramedics were trying to resuscitate the man but didn't need his help, so Steve turned his attention to Mrs. Pritchard. As per Standard Operating Procedure he asked her if she would agree to be breathalised. She agreed, and as he expected the test proved negative. 

As she was in no state to drive, he helped her into his patrol car. After locking her car he drove the distraught woman back to her home. Steve left her in the care of her husband, and arranged to call back tomorrow to take a statement from her.

He checked with the Dispatcher and was told that the accident victim had died on the way to the Hospital. There had been no identification on him so he had been registered as John Doe until further investigations.

Perfect end to a perfect day, Steve thought sourly. It was almost the end of his shift, so he decided to call it a night and go home. It had started to rain again as drove back to Stratford, the sound of its drumming on the roof of his car was very depressing.

The Device (1943)

It was the 5th February and the morning was bright and sunny, he was sipping his breakfast tea when he remembered the victims phone, it was still in his pocket where he had left it the night before.

It looked like one of the new WAP phones that not only could make phone calls, but also could probably go on the Internet, pick up radio stations, and if set on vibration could relieve a stiff neck. 

Steve was actually a fan of the mobile phone, he thought it was a milestone invention ranking alongside the wheel and the Personal Computer. As a policeman he was looking forward to the day when every child old enough to use one had one. It would cut the incidence of lost children drastically for one thing, as parents would always be within a phone call of their offspring. 

Walkers and mountain climbers should in his opinion be made by law to carry them, to save rescue teams valuable time in finding them when they did something stupid like breaking a leg. Like most policemen Steve had little tolerance for people who deliberately put themselves at risk, and then relied on others to risk themselves to help them. 

As the victim had no identification on him, he tried finding the Telephone list on the phone. He planned to simply call any of the victim's friends, and ask them if they could help identify the owner of the phone. 

This phone however seemed far more complicated than the ones he was used to, so he decided to ring Peter at the Station. Peter always had cutting edge equipment, from Stereo Systems to Personal Computer's and he would definitely have the latest in Mobiles. 

He could tell Steve how to access its Memory over the phone. He punched in Peter's number, and as he couldn't see a call button he hit the one marked Enter. Steve felt a twisting sensation in his guts, and blacked out.

He awoke facedown in a field, he felt like he'd been drinking the night before, his mind was fuzzy and he thought he could hear cows. He could definitely smell grass, probably because his nose was pressed into a patch of it that had thankfully missed the attentions of the cows. They stood around him curiously chewing their cuds in a thoughtful manner. 

Steve carefully sat up and looked around, everything seemed normal, that is of course if cows and fields in the middle of London were normal. He was definitely in the countryside, and as far as he knew the nearest countryside to his flat was about twenty miles away. 

Apart from a throbbing headache he seemed in one piece, so he took a deep breath and carefully stood up. From here I can see for miles he thought but not a building anywhere, he started walking in the direction he was looking. After about fifteen minutes he came to a narrow road with a crossroad. 

Unfortunately some clever sod had painted out all the names on it, so it was useless to him. He tossed a mental coin and turned left, after trudging along for another ten minutes he saw a collection of buildings ahead, one of which looked very much like a Pub.

He'd been surprised that he had not seen or heard any traffic on the road whilst he was on it, but as he got closer to the Pub he noticed a van parked outside. He also noticed that although it was a narrow road there were no yellow lines; trust a copper to notice that he thought. The van looked like the theme vans, shops bought to deliver their goods in, sort of old fashioned although this one needed a good polish

The Pub was called the Queen's Head, it was a typical looking country Pub with exposed timbers and Steve went in to ask for directions. It was dark and cool inside compared to the bright day and Steve stood for a moment to let his eyes adjust, another coppers trick. The few locals that were scattered about the place gave him a quick glance, before returning to their own business.

He walked over to the bar and waited for the barmaid to serve him, there was a yeasty smell of beer that he found comforting. The barmaid was the type that all pubs should have, large bosomed and friendly. Although she seemed to be wearing an old fashioned dress that covered her legs to below her knees. 

When asked what he'd like Steve explained that his car had broken down and he was lost, where was he please. Rather than immediately answering him, the barmaid studied Steve for a moment. 'What accent is that then?' she asked? 

'London, born and bred,' he replied with a grin, 'I hadn't realised it was so strong.' 'We don't get all that many Londoners around here,' the girl replied seeming to relax a bit, 'this is just outside Colchester.'

'Thanks,' said Steve, 'as I'm driving I won't have a drink as such, but I would appreciate a glass of water.' 'You managed to get some petrol then? You must work for the civil service,' she commented.'

'I suppose a copper is a civil servant,' he replied with a smile. She walked off to get his water, swinging her hips unconsciously. As he waited for it Steve looked around at interior of the Pub, it was shady and cool after the heat of the outside and it seemed to be done out in a Second World War theme. 




Dr. Snip



There were posters on the wall that urged you 'To be like Dad keep Mum', and the windows had tape across them obviously to protect against imaginary bomb damage. Steve smiled to himself; it was amazing what people would do to be different these days.

He looked at the price list and to his amusement saw that a pint of 'Best' was only five old pence, all the other drinks were also marked with silly prices. As the barmaid handed him his water, he asked her where the real prices were shown. 

'How do you mean real prices,' she replied with a puzzled frown 'they are the real prices, I would have thought they would be more expensive in London but not that much.' 

Just then the radio behind the bar ceased playing the big band tunes, that had blended into the background as far as Steve had been concerned, and a news broadcast came on. He listened in interest as the newsreader informed them of another bombing raid on London, the previous night. 

'Bloody Bastards,' the barmaid snarled with such venom that the grin Steve was about to show, was wiped off his face. Steve was a cop, and he knew about people's reactions to various events in life. This reaction was as genuine as they come, the barmaid was really incensed at the news. 

'The Germans are killing everyone in London, women, kids, whoever.' she said, visibly upset. Steve then noticed the few other patrons were also listening with grim faces, he started to get a cold feeling in his stomach, and spotting a newspaper on the bar picked it up with a sense of foreboding.

It was a copy of the Daily Mirror and the date was 5th February 1943. He browsed through it and it was full of War News, and propaganda.

The cold feeling in his stomach crystallized into horror as he noticed the clothes of the other patrons were all of the 40's era. He had to get out and think this through, with muttered thanks he left the Pub and walked along the road not caring where he was going.

He ended up in a park with an old castle in it; he sat down on a shady bench and held his head in his hands. Where was he, he was in Colchester for Gods sake. Oh yes? but this was wrong; he tried to remember what he'd been doing before things got silly.

It came back to him he had just made a phone call to Peter at the Station, about the phone he had got from the accident victim. What had Peter advised him? He hadn't spoken to him at all, but he remembered hitting the enter key.

He got the phone out of his pocket and checked if he had dialed the right number. It was definitely Peter's number, but as he stared at it he noticed the last digits of the number were 1943 they rang a bell in his head. 

This was the year on the newspaper 5th February 1943. He had to check this so seeing a newsagents shop a little way off he walked over and scanned the papers for sale, they all had the same date on them. 

He was in the past, how and why he had not the foggiest but it was either that or he was insane. He decided he wasn't going in that direction until he had to. Looking around he noticed for the first time that the few cars that were about, were again of the 1940's era. 

Steve walked back to the bench and sat for a while, it would appear that the phone may have a lot to do with this, so he decided to try an experiment. He punched in the same digits as before but he made them end in the year that he knew was correct, 2006.

He looked around as a final check on his location, took a deep breath and pressed the Enter key. Steve woke up on the same park bench, next to the same old castle. Steve hadn't moved and for a moment berated himself for believing the incredible, then he heard it, the constant noise of traffic passing close by. He hadn't noticed it had been missing until it had returned.

He shakily got up and walked to the newsagents, the papers had a familiar look to them and he was extremely relived to see the correct date on them all, 5th February 2006. One last check was to ask the newsagent where he was, after a strange look the woman informed him he was in Colchester, Britain's oldest recorded town. 

Steve thanked her and after getting directions made his way to the main train station, where he caught the next train to London. He didn't get back to his flat until late and he rang in sick, using his normal phone.

He sat at the kitchen table with the strange looking phone in front of him, and wondered what to do. He had gone off the idea of telling anyone else about this just yet, he wanted to understand what was happening himself first.

The bottom line was he had not been hurt, just inconvenienced a bit. Apart from the dizziness when he had activated the device, there seemed to be no ill effects so far. He concluded that this must be a top-secret military device, and if he knew whom to contact about returning it he would, but he didn't.

Steve amongst other things was interested in science and technology, and had read a great deal of Science Fiction when he was younger. He reckoned he knew as much about time machines and parallel universes as anyone. 

He knew enough about the theory of time travel to be very afraid of changing anything inadvertently in the past. The most sensible thing would be to hand the device into the proper authorities, and forget it. 

Then again there was the age old tradition of finders keepers, it was inevitable that the owners would find him and take it back anyway, so for the short time he had it, he decided to use it.

Birthday 10th March 

Was it a time machine or a way of jumping dimensions, Steve needed to test it on something he was sure about, some time and place of significance. He thought of the perfect test.

Before he touched the device again he wanted to know why he had moved to Colchester the first time he activated it. Also why he had stayed in the same location the second time. What exactly had he done?

The first time he had punched in a whole new number, Peters. The second time he had just changed the last four digits It appeared that the last four digits controlled the target year, so the previous digits must control something else, perhaps the location.

He had a hunch that the Latitude and Longitude of Colchester, would be similar to the previous digits in Peter's number, but he would have to check that somehow. It seemed a good theory to begin with.

He needed to visit the local Library and research some information, before he did anything else. By this time Steve was exhausted and hungry, so he made himself a light snack had a bath and went to bed.

The next morning he felt supercharged with excitement and enthusiasm. He hadn't felt so happy and excited in years and he couldn't wait to get to the Library and start work. 

The Librarian selected some books for him concerning Latitude and Longitude, also a book about Global Positioning Satellites and their uses for the military. He purchased a few maps of interesting places both large and small scale.

He returned to his flat and set to work, he discovered that the co-ordinates for Colchester were 51deg 53min north 0deg 52min east, he was relieved to find a correlation between these figures and the figures on the Device. 

For the purposes of his test he needed to find the exact co-ordinates of a particular place. He already knew the exact time and date. He came up with a number that if his theory were correct, would take him to a place he hadn't seen in years. 

He punched the numbers into the device, and taking a deep breath hit enter. He experienced a feeling of disorientation and leaned against a nearby tree, this time he hadn't blacked out, perhaps he was getting used to it. 

He could see his destination a few hundred yards away across the gardens that surrounded it; he made his way to the main entrance and went in. He asked at the main reception and was informed of the number of the room he wanted. He walked along the old Victorian corridors, his footsteps echoing off the beige tiled walls until he reached the room he sought. 

He hesitated outside the door and then calling upon all his courage, and clamping an iron control on his emotions he knocked softly. 'Come in,' called a soft female voice, 'we're decent aren't we Stephen' 

Steve entered the room and saw a young woman in bed holding a baby. 'Sorry to disturb you Mrs. Steele,' he said quietly ' I'm with the hospital book service, and I wondered if you would like something to read while you're here.'

'No thank you,' the young woman replied with a beautiful smile. 'I will be going home soon, and I think this little man will be keeping me far to busy to read.' Steve looked at his mother, and was speechless, his throat was dry and his eyes threatened to flood with tears. 

She was beautiful, just as he remembered her from childhood. Her long black hair was put up into rolls held by Kirby grips, and even without any makeup her skin was flawless. She was so happy as she looked down at her son.

Steve just smiled at her, and walked back into the corridor and out of the Maternity Hospital as fast as he could without running. He had proved one thing, the device was a time machine and he had just traveled back to his birthplace. 

What he had not anticipated was the emotional shock of seeing someone he had loved more than any other woman, once again. He had to sit on the grass for quite a while, before he could calm himself. 

The baby had been him, Stephen Michael Steele three days old, and soon to be taken home to a loving childhood full of good memories. Until his mother had died suddenly of a heart attack, when she was only thirty years old. 

He had planned on talking to her for a while but the reality of her had been too much for him, he had to go before he burst into tears. Steve set the device for his home time and place, and disappeared into his future.

He was now certain he had a working time machine, but what to do with it? He wondered for a moment from where, or should he say when it had come.

One of our QTs is missing.

It was the year 2525 and Agent Red was missing, or to be more precise, he was late reporting back to the British Temporal Organisation. Time Agents could be lots of things including dead, but they simply couldn't be late. 

Even if their mission took years longer than planned they could still report back to base exactly on time, one of the perks of having the use of a Time Machine. 

The most common cause of a non-return was the fact that although the Quantum Tunneling device's were virtually unbreakable, the Agents that used them were not. Being only human they sometimes bit off more than they could chew.

In those cases another Agent was sent back to help, or retrieve the one in trouble. Finding the missing Agent could be a problem; although they were sent to a particular era, they were free to jump around in order to achieve their mission.

If an Agent went missing, the first thing would be to try and contact them on their implant. If there was no answer, then there was definitely something wrong. Agents implants unlike normal peoples had a temporal capability, and the agent could be contacted any where or any when. 

They were surgically implanted in the brain and had never been known to fail. However just in case they did, there were Dead Letter drops in locations around the world. So that any Agent stranded in time could get a message back to the Organisation.

These were normally Personal Ads in newspapers, specialized notice boards on the Web. If they were much further back in time, rock faces, cliff sides, cave walls and the like, that could be monitored in the present, for messages that might appear on them from the past.

Each Agent had a code mark, and if they were in trouble and could get access to such a place, they could carve or paint their sigil and date on the rock. It would immediately appear on the rock face in the present, and the backup agent would know where and when to go and rescue them. 

In the rare occasions when this method had been used it had worked very well, so the second course of action was to check these locations for a message. When there was no message, then the final course of action was to report to the Director of the B.T.O. that an Agent was missing, and leave it to him to decide what to do about it.

The Director of the Organisation was a dour man by the name of Cameron McDonald, who could be mistaken for a tax inspector at first meeting. He went by the book, and frowned upon frivolous use of Time Travel by his Agents. 

Like all top executives in the World he had reached his position by a combination of experience, a desire to succeed, and the passing of tests to determine suitability for his next step up the ladder. 

The World Brain set all the tests, so effectively it could determine who got which job, and it did so. It had picked Cameron McDonald precisely because of his dislike of change. Cameron ensured that all his Agents were fully conditioned to protect the Status Quo, and never to meddle with the past. 

There were only Twelve Agents in the Organisation, they were the best that Britain could produce in the Twenty Sixth Century. One from each of the major political and economic giants, and the Director knew and trusted every one of them. If one was lost he would find them, and bring them back. 

Agent Red had been on a mission in the Twentieth Century. Unfortunately his mission covered a time band that stretched from the startup of the first nuclear power station, to the end of the Twentieth Century. 

Nuclear waste was one of the gifts of the Twentieth Century that the Twenty Sixth Century could well have done without. Red was on loan to the Department given the responsibility of ridding the World of Toxic and Nuclear waste. 

The procedure was to locate the dumps in the past, then take a portable Portal to the site in the present. The material was then disinterred and transported via the Portal into the Sun, disposing of the material for good.

This was unarguably a very good use of Time Travel and the Director was behind it all the way, which was why he had given permission for Red to be seconded to that Department.

The Director checked his implant for an available Agent and it told him that Agent Black was available for the search and rescue. He put out a call for her to see him ASAP.

Independence Day

Steve had considered going in to work as usual, but there was no way he could concentrate on anything other than this Time Travel business. He rang the Station and arranged to take a Two-week Holiday

Lots of young men fantasize about being invisible or superhuman, but he personally had always wanted to be able to travel in time. He was by nature a very curious person, and to him a time machine was a way to get answers that he could never have learned before.

He knew about paradoxes, and thinking back over his actions to date he was pretty sure he hadn't done anything disastrous, nor did he intend to.

However in order to fully explore this marvelous device he may have to be free of his duties as a policeman, which meant being independent financially. He had always been exasperated at the superheroes that never used their powers to make money. What was the harm in profiting by your skills and abilities regardless what they were.

He had a working time machine, and if he couldn't earn some money from it he was an idiot. He considered going back in time and finding lost gold or pirate treasure. However even if he did, there would still be the enormous difficulty of changing it into usable cash.

Then it struck him, of course the National Lottery. He needed to know the winning numbers for the coming draw, so he walked to a newsagent a few hundred yards past his usual one and walked into the ally behind it.

He had discovered that by just putting in the final date numbers the machine stayed in the same space, and just moved through time. He also seemed to arrive at the same time he left, as if by default. The next Lottery draw was due tonight so he set the date for tomorrow and activated the device.

The ally wall seemed to flicker and that was all, Steve walked around to the front of the shop and looked through the window at the Lottery notice board. The winning numbers were chalked up for all to see along with the news that no one had won this time. We will see about that he said with a grin, and copied them down in his book.

A quick walk around the back of the shop, and he jumped back twenty-four hours to his original starting point. He had been concerned about meeting himself when he jumped back, but it appeared the machine had a default safety margin set in of ten minutes. He arrived back ten minutes after he left regardless of the amount of time he'd spent in the future.

That's nice to know he thought, and walked to his usual shop in order to play the Lottery. He filled in the numbers from the future, and the shopkeeper entered them into the machine and gave him his ticket. He had made sure to tick the privacy box. 

He had to wait for five hours until the draw so went home and had a meal and relaxed in front of the telly to wait. He was worried about this plan, as it would be the first time he had tried to actually change the future. He consoled himself by knowing that he wasn't robbing anyone else of the money, and the Lottery could afford it.

It was times like this he wished he had a close friend to talk it over with, but being a Sergeant in the Police and working odd shifts, he had never become that friendly with any of his colleagues. Like most coppers he found it hard to relax with civilians.

At last the draw came and to his relief his numbers came up with no problems at all, he had half expected a flash of lightning to fry him where he sat, but it appeared the god of time hadn't noticed him yet.

Steve wasn't a drinker or a smoker being too much of a control freak, but he decided to go to his local Pub and celebrate, he got home late and went to bed a happy man.

The next day he followed the set procedures for claiming his winnings, and was assured that everything was in order. He would receive his cheque as soon as possible, as a matter of interest he had won just over one million pounds.

He realized he would need a lot more privacy in order to experiment with the device, so he rented a smallholding that was sufficiently isolated for his purpose.

Jack the Ripper.

Steve was a cop, he had a Time machine and he hated unsolved crimes. He had studied the history of crime and certain names stood out in infamy. One of these was Jack the Ripper, Jack was not the world's worst serial Killer, he had only killed at the most eight women. 

Modern serial killers had killed far more, but Jack was the first serial killer known about in England. His methods were so gruesome that they had brought terror into the hearts of Londoners of the time. Also he had never been caught, but Steve was about to change that if he could.

Steve went through all the data on the Ripper he could find on the Internet, his first recorded victim was Polly Nicholls who was found dead on the night of Friday 31st August 1888. Jack's last victim was Mary Jane Kelly a Twenty-five year old woman who was killed at her home. She was slightly better off than most of her sisters of the street as she rented a room at Miller's Court, 26, Dorset Street, and took her customers there to satisfy their desires in a modicum of comfort and warmth. She was found dead at 4am Friday 9th November 1888.

All of his victims were Prostitutes, mostly part-time. However in their defense the area known as Whitechapel was in its day the poorest part of London. An uneducated woman with no means of earning money would often be forced to take to the streets for survival. 

These women were the lowest class of person in society, and were often found dead of hunger and drink abuse in the streets. However when Jack the Ripper was the cause of death, he made it clear that the deaths were unnatural.