1 comments/ 13011 views/ 2 favorites Saving the Future Ch. 01 By: alan55 Author's note -- This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. **************************** My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great grandmother helped save the future of planet Earth. I have been tasked to write this story to document the events that would lead up to preventing a world war. Part of this story is documented facts, part of it is family oral history, and part of it is first hand knowledge. It is the year 2169. It was just 45 years ago that my father discovered how to make it possible to have a cold fusion reactor small enough to power everything from small cars to large ships. It even replaced the polluting oil fired power stations and radioactive risky nuclear power plants of the day. Doing so averted a global war over the last remaining oil reserves. My mother told me all that would probably not have been possible had it been for a twist of fate that happened a few months before my great, great, great grandmother's intended wedding day. From what I have been able to piece together, there is a crucial pivotal point 160 years ago that had a major impact in my family's history. Before my trip back in time, I researched all my relatives & spouses all the way out to 3rd cousins. It never hurts to be prepared. As a testament to my father's scientific genes, I have invented a device to time travel, and I intend to go back to that crucial period in time to get an accurate account of what happened. My first version of a time machine was the size of a small closet. My most recent version is one I can hold in my hand. This is the one I will use to make my trip back. Dialing in a date in the Spring of 2009, I pushed the Transport button and in a blur, my high-rise apartment vanished and I was standing in the front yard of my great, great, great grandmother's parent's house. As luck would have it, my arrival time was perfect. Julie (22), my great, great, great grandmother, was just pulling in the driveway after shopping for wedding things, accompanied by her sister Riana. I introduced myself as one of the 3rd cousins, from the West Coast. With a puzzled look on her face, I explained that originally I had said I wasn't going to attend, but since the company I worked for put me on a 6 month work assignment, I might as well come to the wedding. The only problem, I didn't have a place to stay. Seeing my predicament, she offered to let me stay at her parent's house; they had an extra bedroom that wasn't being used. So it was that I would be able to closely observe ALL the relatives up to and including the wedding day. Full of pre-wedding excitement, Julie clued me in on all the wedding plans, without too much prodding from me. As Julie rattled off the details of the rings, church, reception, wedding colors, cake, photographer, musicians, etc., I felt like I was trying to keep up with an old style auctioneer. Just as she was telling me that her future husband, and sister's future husband would be there soon, in walks two handsome 25 year old men. Right away, she introduced me to Brian and James, her future husband and her dad. Then it hit me, something wasn't right. Julie's dad's name was correct but her future husband's name was not what I knew from the family history. And her engagement ring; that wasn't the ring that had been passed down through the generations. My surprised look that things were not right, was taken as a 'first meeting surprise' look. With Julie and Riana by Brian's presence, I was able to slip away into one of the bathrooms, where I lock the door and pulled out the PDA I stored all the family history details. Sure enough, Julie married a guy named Rick. Brian was nowhere to be found in the family history. According to the notes in my PDA, something happened about 2 months before the wedding that changed everything. I just had to figure out what that was. When I came out of the bathroom, I heard Julie talking to her father in the kitchen. I also heard the voices of Brian and Riana in a closed-door bedroom. I couldn't make out much of the conversation in the bedroom, except for "not now, she's in the kitchen" and "oh God, it's so big, how are you going to explain that to Julie". When I heard their voices get closer to the bedroom door I ducked back into the bathroom and acted like I was just coming out. There was obviously something going on between Brian and Riana. I would need to keep close tabs on them to see what was going on. As Julie was finishing her conversation with her father, Brian walked into the kitchen, carrying a present from an out-of-town guest. The present was strategically placed in front of his crotch, blocking the obvious bulge in his pants. When he got close enough to Julie, his eyes locked on to hers, while shifting the package to the kitchen counter. Taking her into his arms, it was soon obvious that Julie could feel his excitement for her. Rather than reveling in the bulge in his pants, she reminded him that they had promised to stay chaste until the wedding night. Reluctantly, Brian pulled away, settling for a brief kiss. Now I knew something wasn't right. A week later, I happened to find out why. I was late afternoon on a Saturday that Julie was out on one of her extended wedding details shopping trips. She usually was gone for 3-4 hours on one of these shopping trips, and this was no exception. When Julie left, Riana and Brian were left to work on some of the reception centerpieces. Knowing that I was needed to just observe and keep interaction with all parties at a minimum, I grabbed a drink and retired to the big screen TV in the basement. While Brian was working on one of the centerpieces, Riana took a break and got up to figure out how to work the new video camera she'd be using during the wedding reception. She was just getting the hang of turning the record on, pausing it, and stopping the record, when Brian came up behind her. Things heated up from there. By the time I came upstairs to get a fresh beer, I happened to hear some noises that didn't sound like people making centerpieces. Peeking into the living room, I saw both Brian and Riana on the couch, with Brian busily fucking her brains out. Looking over to the top of the TV, I saw the video camera pointed in the couple's direction, and the record light was on. The video camera was recording every second of Riana getting fucked hard by Brian. Now it made sense. Julie had seen the evidence of Brian's unfaithfulness and canceled the wedding. That's why Brian did not end up being Julie's husband. Knowing that I would have to let things run their course, I went back downstairs. When I heard the sounds of the front door opening and Julie's voice, I came back upstairs. Brian was working on centerpieces, as if nothing else had transpired, and Riana was busy fiddling with the video camera. Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, I grabbed the video camera to see how much had been recorded. When I played back the recording from the memory card, there was nothing on it. That's when it dawned on me, Riana had erased the evidence. That meant Julie would not see what a cad Brian was and end up marrying him. If that happened, the family timeline would take a different path and I would most likely not exist. It was clear what had to be done, the memory card had to be kept from being erased. I had to do something. The thought that sprang into my head was simple, I would have to go back in time and switch memory cards. Rummaging in a drawer, I found an unused memory card. Taking my pocked time machine, I dialed in the precise time I went back down to the basement after discovering the two lovebirds. I didn't want to come face-to-face with myself. It could produce a time paradox that I didn't want to contemplate. Dialing in a time just 15 minutes before Julie's arrival back home, I pushed the button and I was instantly transported to the kitchen at the precise time I intended. As I listened to Riana's pussy being pummeled by Brian's cock, I heard a car pull into the driveway. A mad dash ensued, Riana grabbing her clothes and heading for her bedroom and Brian zipping his pants up as he scrambled for the bathroom. I had only seconds to grab the video camera, swap the memory card, place the camera in the same position on the TV, and turn on camera back to pause mode of record. Hearing the bedroom and bathroom doors opening, I grabbed my handheld time machine, set it to a moment after I jumped that evening and was whisked away as saw the toe of Brian's shoe emerge past the opening to the living room. When I jumped forward in time again, it was a moment after I jumped back. I had to be very careful of not having two of me experiencing a time paradox. Picking up the video camera, I put in the memory card with the evidence of Brian's romp with Riana, plugged in the patch cable from video cam-to-TV and sat down to watch. I had to be sure there was enough evidence in the video for Julie to dump him for good, and ensure he would not become her husband. The beginning of the video kept bouncing around as Riana kept moving it trying to figure out the controls. It was when Brian came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her that camera was placed in a stable position on top of the TV. I could tell from Riana's reaction and her body movements, Brian's advances were not new or unwanted. Their kisses were tongue-down-the-throat deep and his hands had grabbed the firm cheeks of her ass, pressing her crotch into his still clothed hard cock. Soon he began to unbutton her blouse and unfasten her bra, just as she was unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants. The race was on to see who could strip the other far enough to expose her cunt and his throbbing cock. It ended up a tie. As he walked her backwards to the couch, his fingers were busy strumming her clit and her fingers were busy pumping his cock. I heard her tell Brian that they had to make sure Julie never found out that Brian had been fucking her at least once a week for the last year. If she did, it would ruin the great thing they had going. I heard squishy sounds coming from her cunt the moment he pushed her onto her back on the couch. With both of them ready to go, Brian dropped on top of her and impaled her with his cock in one thrust. From there, the two of them humped each other as fast and hard as they could. I could tell both of them were about to cum when the sound of a car in the driveway was heard. Brian was so close in fact, he ended up spraying Riana's cunt lips instead of depositing his load inside her. Riana squealed and Brian cursed "She's back early" right before both then bolted for the bedroom and bathroom respectively. Having obtained the evidence, I had to figure out when and how to make sure Julie saw it in time to be able to call off the wedding. It had to be a time when both Julie and Brian were together, for maximum effect. Not only did I have to make sure Julie not marry Brian but I had to make sure he was out of the picture all together. His genes were not to be in the family bloodline under any circumstances, according to the genealogical records. This also meant that some way had to be found to get him out of the picture with Riana. For the next couple of weeks, I had to make sure that Brian and Riana were never alone together. According to the family records, Riana had a large family. It was rumored she was quite the slut before getting married herself and would fuck almost anything that came along. The family rumor was that all you had to do was look at her and she got pregnant. When I happened to overhear Julie and Riana comparing the times of the month for when they were fertile, and that Riana had run out of birth control pills, it was even more important that I keep tabs on Brian. When I overheard Julie say that one of Riana's old boyfriends was coming by to drop off a wedding present, I concocted a plan to get both Brian and Julie out of the house. I invited them to join me for dinner at a fancy restaurant; the kind where there was a wait to be seated and it took a reasonable amount of time prepare their dinner. Back at the house, Riana answered the doorbell to find her old boyfriend holding a wedding present. Not wanting to seem inhospitable, she invited him in. Once in, the old feelings for Riana surfaced again. John had always loved Riana and she was the best fuck he'd ever had. It was Riana that let things cool between them. From the family records I knew things had rekindled and they got married but there was record of why or how. I was hoping the hidden video camera I set up would tell me. When the three of us had returned from dinner John and Riana's old boyfriend were gone. I noticed the video camera was still recording; a good sign. When Brian and Julie weren't looking I pocketed the video camera and stopped it. I would have to wait until hours later to find out what had happened while the three of us were out. When the hour got late, Julie kissed Brian good night and ushered him out, for him to return to his own apartment. Within an hour, Julie was asleep and Riana was still not back Downstairs, I hooked the patch cables from the video camera to the TV and sat down to watch what had taken place while I was out. To be continued . . . Saving the Future Ch. 02 Author’s note -- This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else’s writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. **************************** My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great grandmother helped save the future of planet Earth. I have been tasked to write this story to document the events that would lead up to preventing a world war. Part of this story is documented facts, part of it is family oral history, and part of it is first hand knowledge.. It is the year 2169. It was just 45 years ago that my father discovered how to make it possible to have a cold fusion reactor small enough to power everything from small cars to large ships. It even replaced the polluting oil fired power stations and radioactive risky nuclear power plants of the day. Doing so averted a global war over the last remaining oil reserves. I've gone back in time 160 years to document a pivotal time in my family's history. ************ When the three of us had returned from dinner, Riana and her old boyfriend John were gone. When Brian and Julie weren't looking I pocketed the video camera and stopped it from recording. I would have to wait until hours later to find out what had happened. When the hour got late, Julie kissed Brian good night and ushered him out to door to return to his own apartment. Within an hour, Julie was asleep and Riana had not returned. Downstairs, I hooked the patch cables from the video camera to the TV and sat down to watch what had taken place while I was out. For the first 10 minutes or so, Riana wasn't doing much of anything, then the doorbell rang. There was a sound of surprise to her voice as she let him in to deliver a wedding present. After placing the present on the coffee table, he was just inches from Riana when he straightened up. At first it seemed like an awkward moment as he asked her how she was doing. Riana didn't seem like she wanted to face him, so he pulled her even closer to him to ask her again. When he told her he still had feelings for her, she seemed conflicted. I could tell she still loved him, just not sure if she should show it. It was when he pulled her tight to his body and gave her a passionate kiss that she finally broke and kissed him back. Within minutes, it was if they couldn't get enough of each other. Somewhere during John's passionate kisses, his hands dropped to the firm cheeks of her ass and pulled her into an erection that was swelling in his pants. This seemed to heat things up a lot more. When things started to intensify even more, his hands left her ass and moved upward, pulling her pullover sweater upwards. It didn't take him long for the sweater to clear her head and land on the floor. His hands wrapped around her back and his fingers deftly unsnapped her bra. Kisses down her neck, then down to her breasts, left her eyes fluttering. The bra was soon on the floor as well. At this point Riana started undressing him, first his shirt, then his pants, and finally his shorts. John was totally naked and he seemed anxious to have her the same way. Before he could get his hands to her skirt and panties, she dropped to her knees to give his cock some oral pleasure. It seemed that once you got her sex motor running, there was no stopping it until she was satiated. Riana was taking the full length into her mouth, then sucking hard as she pulled almost all the way back from it. When John was able to get his hands working again, he stripped her of her panties, nearly ripping them off her in his haste. They went sailing through the air, landing near the video camera's hiding place. John didn't even bother removing Riana's skirt, he was too impatient to take the time. Riana ended up on her back on the floor, with John diving into between her spread legs. Wasting no time, John filled her needy pussy, pumping his cock hard and fast into her. At some point Riana roll John on to his back and started riding his cock. Riana was in her own little world, rising and falling onto John's cock as if she were trying to drive it all the way to her throat. I could tell John was trying to hold out long enough to match her orgasm but he was having a hell of a time doing so. When he saw she was just seconds away from climaxing, he let go and let it happen, coating Riana's fertile womb with an ample supply of baby making sperm. Riana hit her climax a second later, in an ear shattering scream, dropping down on John's cock so hard, I thought she was either going to push it into her throat or drive it into the floor. Her pussy must have clamped around his cock extremely tight because I didn't see even one drop of cum out of her pussy until she finally lifted off of John. I guess this was why she ended up with so many kids, she had a sex craving that would be hard for 10 men to satisfy. It took 10 minutes on the floor for both of them to recover enough to go searching for their clothes. When they were mostly dressed, John suggested she come back to his apartment to spend the weekend. Riana searched for her panties for a few more minutes but in the end, gave up as John almost dragged her out the door. Twenty minutes of recorded nothing later, the video cam recorded me picking up Riana's panties to put in my pocket before either Brian or Julie saw, and grabbing the camera. Riana didn't come back until Sunday night. A month later, Riana was confiding to Julie that her period was late. A few days later, a pregnancy test confirmed she was going to be having a baby. Since I had been bird-dogging Brian, I knew he hadn't had a chance to fuck her at the time it could have been his. The only one possible was John. Checking the family records on my PDA, I did see that Julie's sister did have a husband named John. A week later John proposed and a wedding was hastily put together. With Riana's family history straightened out, I now had to figure out how to get Brian out of the picture and Julie's eventual husband into her life. To be continued . . . Saving the Future Ch. 03 Author’s note -- This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else’s writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. **************************** My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great grandmother helped save the future of planet Earth. I have been tasked to write this story to document the events that would lead up to preventing a world war. Part of this story is documented facts, part of it is family oral history, and part of it is first hand knowledge.. It is the year 2169. It was just 45 years ago that my father discovered how to make it possible to have a cold fusion reactor small enough to power everything from small cars to large ships. It even replaced the polluting oil fired power stations and radioactive risky nuclear power plants of the day. Doing so averted a global war over the last remaining oil reserves. I've gone back in time 160 years to document a pivotal time in my family's history. ************ When Riana found out she was pregnant with John's baby, she dropped Brian, telling him he'd have to satisfy his sexual urges somewhere else. A week after John proposed to Riana, the two of them were out spending their Saturday morning and afternoon preparing for their own wedding. Not only that, they had to shop for baby things as well. It was going to be a long day for them. With no one around the house but Julie, Brian, and myself, I felt I didn't have to be as vigilant with Brian as I used to. I just needed to keep out of sight in the basement unless I sensed Brian's intentions were to find a way to fuck Julie despite wanting to save herself for the wedding night. With Riana suddenly shutting him off from sex with her and Julie not on any birth control, there was a real danger Brian could get Julie pregnant and she would feel like she had to marry him. With every passing day without being able to fuck Riana, Brian was getting bolder and bolder about getting his cock into Julie. This was the opportune time to have Brian and Julie's wedding plans halted. If the video montage I'd put together didn't do it, nothing would. I figured it had to make a strong statement for even Julie's forgiving kind heart to stop the wedding dead in its tracks. I told Brian and Julie that I'd copied some footage of romantic getaways onto a CD and wanted to see if any of it interested them. It just happened that Julie's dad and a young guy from her dad's work were in the house at the same time. Julie's dad had liked Rick from the first time he met him. He saw Rick as an honest, hard working guy that would be a perfect husband for Julie, if it hadn't been for Brian proposing first. There was something about Brian that raised red flags with Julie's dad but he could never put his finger on it. With Rick, her dad had no doubts. With everyone in the living room, I popped the CD in the player, set it to play. For the next hour, we all watched various previews of places like Cancun, Niagara Falls, San Francisco, and Alaska, to name a few. Julie, being the perfect soon-to-be wife and host, got up to fetch drinks for the rest of us. As Julie was busy in the kitchen, uncorking a bottle of wine, the honeymoon locations part of the CD ended. Brian, Rick, and Julie's dad figured the show was done and were about to get up and eject the disk. Seconds later, the video of Brian and Riana's secret love life began to play. Brian tried to get up to shut off the CD player, but Julie's dad pushed him back into his seat and held him there. The room became deathly quiet and the only sound was from the video that was playing out. Julie was so busy with preparing the wine glasses and some snacks, she did not notice it had become strangely quiet in the living room. Her entrance into the living room coincided precisely with Brian beginning to fuck Riana. None of the men had noticed she had entered the room. When she realized what was playing out on the screen, her eyes became glued to the action and she became like a statue. Her mouth looked like it wanted to say something but couldn't. Her body was frozen in place. As I saw the tears streaming down her face, I really felt bad I had put this piece of footage on the CD. The 'up' side was that I knew I couldn't let her marry such a cad. As the video was coming to an end, and Julie heard Brian tell Riana on the video that he wanted to keep fucking her even after he was married to Julie, things just exploded in the living room. Brian caught sight of Julie out the corner of his eye and was barely able to duck in time to avoid being hit by a full wind bottle. With a reddened, tear stained face, the only words out of her mouth were "Go, I never want to see you ever again." It was then that Julie's dad released Brian, who made a judicious dash for the front door, accompanied by squealing car tires. Following Julie's stern advice and the worry that he might come face-to-face with her dad's loaded shotgun, Brian never made contact with anyone in Julie's family again. Of the two, Rick and Julie's dad, Rick was the closest to Julie when the emotion poured out. She needed a shoulder to have a long cry on and Rick was the caring, knight-in-shining-armor, kind of guy that didn't mind being the one to comfort her. For the next 6 hours, Rick listened as Julie pour her heart out to him. At some point, he gave her a comforting light kiss of affection and she returned it. With her dad's approval, Rick stayed the entire night to be her comforter. When she ran out of tears and fell asleep on the couch, Rick carried her to her bedroom, placed her on her bed, then walked back to the living room to catch a few winks himself, on the couch. It wasn't until a few days later that Julie realized just how much Rick cared for her and helped her through those roller coaster emotional times. Call it rebound or whatever, she came to her senses that Rick was the one she could depend on "in good times and bad, in sickness and health, in want and in plenty". Six months later, the two were married, and nine months after the wedding, their first child was born. It was exactly as the handed-down account had described it, without the details, which I now had. It took a couple of years, but Julie finally forgave her sister for fucking Brian. She even saw the discovery of his unfaithfulness as blessing in disguise; she got to see what he was really like before she got chained to a miserable marriage with him. Documenting the details, I prepared to time jump to the next generation to record how things went for them. To be continued . . . Saving the Future Ch. 04 Author's note -- This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. **************************** My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great grandmother helped save the future of planet Earth. I have been tasked to write this story to document the events that would lead up to preventing a world war. Part of this story is documented facts, part of it is family oral history, and part of it is first hand knowledge.. It is the year 2169. It was just 45 years ago that my father discovered how to make it possible to have a cold fusion reactor small enough to power everything from small cars to large ships. It even replaced the polluting oil fired power stations and radioactive risky nuclear power plants of the day. Doing so averted a global war over the last remaining oil reserves. I've gone back in time 160 years to document a pivotal time in my family's history. ************ Now that I have fixed my great, great, great grandmother's marriage and my great, great, great aunt's marriage. I decided to jump ahead about 20 years to check on how things were going. Dialing in a date 20 years from when I first arrived, 160 years into the past, I pushed the button on my time transporter and was instantly whisked to the front yard of my great, great, great grandmother's house. Something didn't quite seem right though. The name on the mailbox was not my great, great, great grandmother's married name. It was conceivable that they'd moved since 20 years ago so I used my PDA to tap into a wireless internet connection to do a name search. I first started with searching phone records for Julie and John's names locally. I found a John with the same last name but the wife's name was not Julie. I expanded the search, first to the state, then to the national level. Nothing. There just wasn't a married couple John and Julie with that same last name. Next I tried an expanded records search for their names and got some matches. There was a home sale transaction under their names just 6 months after their wedding date. I checked for Rick and Riana, they had bought a home in town was well, at about the same time as John and Julie. There was a birth announcement for both within the first year they were married, but no others. That couldn't be. The family records said Rick and Riana had 6 kids and my great, great, great grandmother had 3 kids, the third and last was my direct descendent. The next entry was the most telling of all; divorces for both couples just 2 years after their marriage. It was a major blow to me. Without John and Julie having 2 more kids, I would never exist. My timeline was gone. Even more frightening was the thought that without my dad ever being born, there would most likely have been a world war. I had to find out what had gone wrong. Sometime between the marriage and 2 years later, a major event happened that tore both couples apart. Dialing the time for just after Julie's marriage, I pushed the button on my time device and shot back in time. I needed to observe the couple without being seen. Luckily, I had some tiny camera drones I'd brought with me on the trip back in time. If you've ever heard the phrase about someone wishing they could be a fly on the wall to see and over hear an event; well, this was the realization of it. It was the size of a fly and could be move through the air like a fly, recording sight and sound, all under the control of a surveillance app on my PDA. I programmed each of the 4 drones to automatically follow John, Julie, Rick, and Riana through their daily life. Then I time jumped a month ahead and downloaded the drone recordings and reviewed the output. For the first year it seemed like John and Julie were doing really well. Rick and Riana on the other hand were having some issues. Riana had always had an incredible sex drive, even after the baby was born. If Riana had her way, she'd be riding Rick 3 times a day, every day of the week. For Rick, that kind of physical prowess was just impossible. His job was physically demanding enough, then couple that with a lack of energy he was only able to satisfy Riana only once a day at max. After 18 monthly time jumps, I didn't see John and Julie as a couple anymore. Oddly enough, it was at the same time the remotes stopped seeing Rick and Riana together as a couple. A couple more monthly time jumps recorded divorce court and custody hearings. It was at the 18 month mark when everything went to hell. For the monthly jumps, I had programmed the remotes to do a time lapse scan of a few hours of each day. Now that I had a more accurate time frame for scanning, I set them to do a more detailed time lapse series of a few minutes every 2 hours. I went back to the start of the 18th month and turned the remotes loose again. Jumping ahead a week, I down loaded the recordings. The first weekly download was much like the past 17 months; not much change except that Rick was only fucking Riana once every-other-day. He was looking more and more beat as each day passed. Riana seemed to have a look of frustration and longing. On the second weekly time jump and download on Sunday, I found what I was looking for. The video for the day before caught mid-afternoon screaming and door slamming. I now had it further narrowed down to the pivotal point. Jumping back to late morning Saturday, I set the remotes to record in real time. From John and Julie's remotes, I picked up that John was suppose to go over to Rick and Riana's house to help with building a rec room in basement. Julie would stop by later, after laundry and feeding and changing the baby. From Rick and Riana's remotes, I saw Rick saying that he had to work a couple of hours at the office then be back home by mid-afternoon. Riana's remote saw her in a skimpy thong bathing bikini, laying on a blanket in the back yard, working on a tan. Since she didn't want a tan line on her back the bra straps were undone and laying to the sides as she lay face-down on the blanket. Thirty minutes after Rick had left, John showed up at the door and let himself in. Calling out for anyone at home, Riana called to him to come out to the back yard where she was sunning. Now John and Julie's sexual needs were somewhat opposite of Rick and Riana. Whereas Riana was getting a lot less from Rick than she wanted, John was getting a lot less from Julie than he wanted. When John walked through the back slider and saw her face down on the blanket, eyes closed, and only a thong covering her sex, his body reacted in a predictable fashion, his cock started to swell within his shorts. Without opening her eyes she called him over to put some suntan lotion on her back and legs. John was sure this wasn't entirely right but his legs were taking him to her anyway. Grabbing the lotion bottle, he squirted out some onto her back and began to rub it in. With a little extra coaxing, he was doing the back of her legs as well. Seeing that he stopped short of putting some on her hips, she told him they needed some lotion too. Without thinking his hands were working the lotion into her firm ass cheeks, taking more time than was necessary. By this time his cock was half hard and he had to do a quick adjustment to it in his shorts in case it grew even further. Then she did the unexpected. To his combined fear and delight, Riana rolled over on her back, leaving her bikini top behind. Her 35C breasts were now on full display to him and her shaved pussy was barely covered. Riana's next command was almost expected as she asked John to work the lotion into the front side of her as well. Without thinking, his hands went to work, putting lotion on her stomach, then moving up to her firm breasts. I couldn't tell if he really realized what a position he was putting himself in; his hands just seemed like they were on automatic. Reaching down her legs, he worked upwards until he was working the area around her crotch. It was almost a given at that point that his fingers slipped under the thin covering of her thong and began working up and down her slit. This was what she wanted, a man's fingers working her sex and getting her off. He hand instinctively found the fly to his shorts, had it down, as was fishing his hardening cock into the open. Both John and Riana were now beyond thinking of their surroundings, they were just concentrating on each other. The sight of Riana's moistening pussy, seemed to draw his lips to it until his tongue was licking it with gusto. In order to put himself in a position to begin tasting her sex, he had laid down along side her so that his cock was lined up with her face. Soon he felt her lips wrap around the bulbous head and suck it deep into her mouth. The more he licked her, the more girl cum she produced, causing him to lick faster. The faster he licked the harder she sucked his cock. It was a heated cycle that would end in climax for both very soon. My cock was aching just watching it happen. Oh how I wished I could have been John at that moment. Knowing that I had to keep my direct interaction with my relatives to a minimum (paradox considerations), I had to settle for jacking off as I watched. When his balls tensed and his load shot into her mouth, he sucked her clit hard, sending her over the top. If it had not been for John's cock filling her mouth, she would have let out a scream of ecstasy that would have been heard half way down the block. When things cooled a bit, Riana sat up to give John a big smile. Instead of a smile, there was a stunned look of shock on her face. When John turned his head to see what she was looking at, there was Rick and Julie standing in the doorway to the slider. Although Rick and Julie had arrived late in the action, they had seen both John and Riana's thundering climax. What ensued was a lot of screaming and angry words, followed by slammed doors and screeching tires. This was not how things were supposed to go, I had to find a way to prevent it. After taking a lot of time analyzing my relatives situation, it pretty much boiled down to two basic things. One, John wasn't getting enough from Julie to keep him satisfied and two, Riana wasn't getting enough from Rick to keep her satisfied. Seemed simple enough, keep all four people sexually content with their own partners and they wouldn't have the want, or the energy, to look elsewhere. Knowing that Julie's sex drive basically had to be ramped up enough to keep up with John, it seemed like a simple medical fix. Ramping up Rick's energy, and sex drive to keep up with Riana, would be a similar but more intense medical solution. For Julie, all I had to do was reference the medical library app on my PDA. Rick's solution could have been done the same way but had to be handled differently. Jumping forward in time 20 years, I located a medical supply business that I was able to barter information for a lifetime supply of super energy/sex drive enhancement pills. Jumping back in time to a point a year after Julie's wedding, I immediately put my plan into action. Having studied my great, great, great grandmother for a while now, I knew she wouldn't be open to thinking she needed to have her sex drive ramped up to meet John's, a more 'back door' approach would have to be taken. To John's email, I sent what appeared to be an ad purporting to have the formula to boost your partner's sex drive. In most cases, those kinds of ads always wanted to sell you something. With mine, it was simple directions to acquiring, mixing, and surreptitiously administering the potion to the intended object of interest. There were a number of herbs that John would have to acquire but nothing that couldn't found easily. The next part was something I wasn't sure he'd go for, spiking her daily drink with it. I could only hope, for the sake of my family's future, that he would have the 'courage' to go through with it. For Rick, in one of the recordings his remote had done, I'd seen where he had gone to the doctor about being a little more tired than usual. From the later remote recordings, the doctor hadn't provided Rick with anything that worked. I decided to change that. I took the box of super energy/sex drive enhancement pills and had it delivered to him at work, with a note from his 'doctor' telling him to take one pill every other day. The 'doctor' had delivered them to his work because of the risk of having them around the house with small children. I put that advisory in the box so that Riana wouldn't find out where Rick was getting his extra energy from. Just to make sure that nothing happened on 'that fateful day', minutes after Rick had left for work, I taped a note to Rick's front door, asking John to pick up some snacks at the grocery store for when the 4 of them were together that day. That would pretty much insure that John would be delayed enough so that his arrival back at Rick's house would coincide with Rick's and Julie's, thereby averting the catastrophe. Apparently the plan worked. Later that Saturday night, when I reviewed the footage from the get together at Rick's house, everything seemed fine. There were a few noticeable changes though. Julie seemed to have a lot more energy and so did Rick. There was no change in John, except he seemed to be smiling more. Riana, the nympho, seemed not to be as sexually charged as I had seen her before. I had to wonder "Was Rick now able to keep up with her?" Comparing the family history documents with what I learned when I jumped 25 years into Julie's future, it seemed that things had been put right. Julie and John were still together and she did indeed have three kids. Rick and Riana were still together and they had had 12 kids by this time. Rick's super charged sex drive and the physical demands of 12 kids, apparently kept Riana from straying. I'd like to think she had more than she could handle at home, let alone looking for any outside the home. Having had to do some major saves just in the last two years, just to keep things on track, I wondered if I'd have to be checking up on Julie's kids to make sure nothing went wrong with them. To be continued . . . Saving the Future Ch. 05 Author's note -- This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. **************************** My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great grandmother helped save the future of planet Earth. I have been tasked to write this story to document the events that would lead up to preventing a world war. Part of this story is documented facts, part of it is family oral history, and part of it is first hand knowledge.. It is the year 2169. It was just 45 years ago that my father discovered how to make it possible to have a cold fusion reactor small enough to power everything from small cars to large ships. It even replaced the polluting oil fired power stations and radioactive risky nuclear power plants of the day. Doing so averted a global war over the last remaining oil reserves. I've gone back in time 160 years to document a pivotal time in my family's history. ************ I had just fixed my great, great, great grandmother's marriage, twice, and was beginning to think it was going to be a full time job just to keep the family history timeline intact. I had originally transported back 160 years to my great, great, great grandmother's wedding, then fixed things in her and her sister's marriage just 18 months later. Now I had jumped 25 years ahead to see how the kids were doing. According to the family history records, Julie had 3 kids; first Mike, then Mary, then Sara. My first task was to see how the first born, Mike, was doing. According to my records, Mike had gotten a law degree and was a very successful lawyer for most of his life. His specialty was commercial law, helping both small and large businesses incorporate. His skills were equally matched by his generosity, especially in helping start-up companies looking to find better ways to use Earth resources. When Mary and Sara graduated college, they started working for two of the most promising start-up companies that Mike had represented. Both companies were ones that Mary and Sara's kids went to work for when they grew up. It had been a good year for Mary's company and, as a reward to employees, the company paid for vacation trips for some of its top employees. Mary happened to be one of those employees. According to the family history, Mary had elected to go deep sea fishing. The company allowed her to take 3 other people along with her. She chose her sister Sara and two of Riana's oldest girls. All four girls were roughly the same age, early 20's, and had some of the same interests so it was a natural for them. According to the family history, the trip was very successful. A 6' trophy fish hung over the mantle for years. Having jumped to the time a year or so after the big fishing trip, the companies Mike had been pumping money into to help keep them afloat, were boarded up. When I checked Julie's house, there was no trophy fish on the wall, nor were there any pictures of the big catch. Instead of the mood in the house being happy, it was instead very somber. I knew the 'big catch' had even made the local newspaper. When I scanned the archives, all I found was an article saying that "Four local girls, on a fishing trip, are missing." The article went on to say that the brother of two of the girls, had spent almost every penny he had in order to find out what happened to them. That last bit of information might explain why the two companies Mike help keep financially afloat, filed for bankruptcy. He had diverted all his resources towards finding his sisters and cousins. Dreading what I might find, I popped back to the morning of the fishing trip and activated the 'remotes' (my fly-on-the-wall video surveillance devices. Setting the 'remotes' to track the girls I jumped forward a week. There was no signal from the 'remotes'. Trying again, I made successive time jumps, a week at a time, until I finally got a signal, on the Mediterranean coast. From what I remembered, there was a very pricey casino in the area at Monta Carlo. Jumping to the location, using my time device, I retrieved instructed one of the 'remotes' to return to me so I could download the video, while letting the other 'remote' continue to track one or more of the girls. It took forever to download all the video from the 'remote', seeing as how it had recorded months worth of video logs. When it finished the download, I started playing it. As I watched, I would watch a part of the video then fast forward, watch a bit more then fast forward again. The video so far held no clues. The girls were out at sea, the baited lines hanging off the back of the boat as they trolled, and the girls sipping a drink. I fast forwarded again. This time the video showed the girls being escorted below deck of what looked like a small Coast Guard cutter. I heard snippets of audio about how a rouge wave had been sighted that might capsize their boat and it would be safer for them if they rode it out below deck on the cutter. I saw all four girls descend down a stairway to a cabin below decks, then open a door. When Sara suddenly did an about-face, she ran into the other three girls, who turned and bolted up the stairway only to find an M-16 in their face. The man with the M-16 motioned for them to turn around and head back into the cabin. Once in the cabin, the girls found three similarly armed men, pointing their weapons at the girls. When the man who had been at the top of the stairs came in and closed the door behind them, the girls knew it was going to be tough to get out of this situation. The men stayed silent as the girls felt the ship take off at full speed. It was a full 20 minutes before the men said anything, leaving the girls unsure as to what the men wanted. When one of the men's walkies came to life with the brief sound of "All clear", things changed. A man with a deep gravely voice gave the girls the command to "Strip". The girls were unsure they'd heard him right and it took an even more forceful command to realize he meant business. Out on the fishing boat, the girls mostly just had on bikinis and a thin open-front top. When the thin tops dropped to the floor, the men were still stern-faced. When the bikini tops started coming off, the men started to smile. When the bikini bottoms his the floor, leaving the girls completely naked, the men had big grins on their faces. One by one, the girls were forced to kneel in front the four men. Mary was first, she was adamant about not giving in to what she knew the man wanted, until the man ordered one of the other men to use a knife to cut Sara's nipples off her perfect 35C breasts. Knowing it was the only way to save her sister from mutilation, Mary went to work, unzipping the fly of the man in front of her and pulling his cock out. She was about to refuse to suck his grimy cock but then thought better not to refuse, having seen the glint of a knife blade near her sister's chest. Not wanting to give the man the satisfaction of a long drawn out blowjob, she sucked as hard and as fast as she could. A few minutes later, her mouth was overflowing with salty cum, which she was commanded to swallow. This was repeated with each girl until each girl had sucked each man twice, and the girl's stomachs were filed with a large cum lunch portion. Two of the men wanted to fuck the girls as well but was sternly reminded that his cock would be cut off if he tried. Having the girls suck their captors off was one thing but the buyers wanted an untouched pussy. A hypo-spray was shot into each of the girl's necks and they crumpled to the floor. Six hours later, the ship tied off at a darkened, remote dock. The girls limp bodies were slung over the men's shoulders and carried to a waiting van, then unceremoniously deposited within. Twenty minutes later the van pulled into a hanger at a small airfield. The girls were given an extra dose of hypo-spray then packed in crates labeled Fine China: Handle With Care, then loaded into a cargo plane. Because the 'remotes' stuck very close to the subject, they got packed into the crates as well. For the next 12 hours, the only thing the 'remotes' recorded was blackness and engine noise. At the 12 mark, I heard the unmistakable sound of tires screeching as they made contact with a runway. A few minutes later the engines stopped and the cargo hatch was heard opening. Hear next was muffled voices, with a Mediterranean accent, giving orders, and the crates being lifted off the plane. The engine noise of a truck started up and lurched. Another 20 minutes later, the truck came to a stop and the crates were taken out of the truck and placed on the floor. The sound of a crowbar was heard as it pried the lids off the four crates. My 'remotes' were now able to give me video. With the girls still unconscious, men slung their naked bodies over their shoulders and carried the girls each to a separate cell with a makeshift bed. Riana's girls were the first to wake up, soon calling out Mary and Sara's names. As Sara and Mary each came out of their drug induced sleep, their brains began to try to make sense of where they were and how long they'd been out. Minutes passed into hours without a sign of another living soul. The silence was broken when a plate of non-descript food was shoved through the bottom plate of their cell door. Not sure if they should eat what was shoved into their cell, the girls ignored the food, until hunger overcame caution. Eight hours later, the same thing happened again, no voice, just a plate of food. After three days, the girls were well not starving but they had a ravenous urge to have sex. On the third day, a masked man showed up at her cell with a pair of handcuffs, a gag, and a hood to put over her head. As she was led down the corridor, the sounds of her sister can cousins began to fade, until shut off completely by a closed door. More corridors, more doors, and a couple flights of stairs later, Mary was bent over a padded sawhorse bench and tied so her arms extended downward. With the hood still over her head she could not tell what her surroundings were, only that she sensed someone nearby. Then a voice whispering in her ear that she would not be hurt. It told her that, in fact she would enjoy the next hour. Mary felt what seemed to be a feather, traveling up her arms and legs. Normally, it wouldn't have caused much of a sensation. For some reason her skin was hyper sensitive, but not in a bad way. It actually felt pleasurable. The feather on her legs had only stroked the outside of her legs, now it was moving up the inside of her thighs. She tried to fight it but the sensation was too overwhelming. She knew where the feather was heading, her pussy, and she knew she must fight the urge but her body overrode her brain and couldn't wait for the feather to start caressing her outer pussy lips. In anticipation, her pussy lips started to moisten and her clit started to swell, pushing out from her slit. Mary was panting when the feather finally touched her clit, sending sexual shockwaves through her body. In a matter of minutes she was shaking so hard from an orgasm, she nearly shook the bench apart, a spray of girl cum dampening the floor. The voice proceeded to tell her she could experience more of and even more intense climaxes, all she had to do was give into it. She weakly said "Never", but after experiencing 4 more sessions, amplified by the drugs in her food, she finally gave in. She was now their sex slave. The other girls didn't have quite the resilience that Mary had. They gave in after only 3 sessions on the bench. A few days later, all 4 girls had been fitted with a decorative collar that disguised a remote shock device, and dressed in outfits that had large holes cut out for their breasts to stick through. The skirts were short and they had to wear split-crotch panties. Their job was to be sex toys for the high-rollers at the casino. They were to do whatever was asked of them, whether it be a blowjob, fucked in the their pussy, or fucked in the ass. Refusal to do so, or doing so without looking like they were enjoying it, would elicit a strong shock at the neck. At first shocks were frequent. After a few days, the girls learned the only way to survive was to give in and do as their captors asked. From the recordings, I had most of the information of what had happened to them. What was missing was a critical piece in time when their captors first showed up; there was a glitch in the recording where the 'remotes' rebooted right before the abduction started. In order to stop the abduction from happening in the first place, I needed to talk to one of the girls in person. I knew doing so could trigger a time paradox but given what was at stake for mankind in the future, I had to risk it. Going on the web, I was able to get a good match on images the 'remotes' had recorded of the inside of the casino with pictures on a web ad. Next I would need the kind of money they used in this time period. Tapping into the banking network, I managed to set myself up with an account with about $5,000,000 in it. Sure it was wire fraud, and sure it would be discovered soon but not before I had the information I needed to time jump back to stop their abduction and life as a sex slave. Besides, when I corrected the timeline, there would not be a need to set up a fraudulent bank account, thereby never having committed a crime. While this might sound simple, one must exercise extreme caution or the results could be devastating. From here on in, the plan was simple, walk into the casino with a fat bankroll, start losing money and look depressed, hoping one of the floor bosses would send one of the girls working the floor to 'comfort' me and get me to keep spending money in the casino. It so happened that one of Riana's girls was working the card table near me. As I started losing, intentionally, I motioned her over to stand by me 'for luck'. With those bare breasts sticking out at me, it was actually hard to concentrate purposefully on losing. After I lost $500,000 I asked Katie if we could go over to one of the darkened tables on a far wall where she could 'loosen me up'. After telling me the price for the massage and not seeing me flinch, we both walked over to the area that would be a little more private. Since she was suppose to be 'servicing' as many customers as possible, she went right to work on fishing my cock out of my pants. In the short time of her 'employment', her fingers had learn how to get a man hard quickly. With the speed with which she was trying to get me to cum, I had to act quickly. In the middle of her sucking my cock, I started to relate that her brother had hired me to locate the girls and get them out of there. Momentarily stopping what she was doing, to give me a look of hope, I told her to keep going as if I were any other customer, otherwise it would look suspicious. When she had gotten my cock sufficiently hard, and I had imparted all the information I could without needing a response from her, I told her to straddle me and ride my cock until I came. This would put her in a position where I could look her straight in the eye when I asked her questions. With questions requiring a simple yes or no answer, she could blink or nod slightly. This would attract less attention than having an intense dialog. As she expertly rode my shaft, she gave me details about the critical time right before and at the moment the abduction started. It was hard to stay focused on remembering all the details, what with her boobs bouncing in front of me and her pussy enveloping my cock. She was so hopeful she would be rescued soon, she put a little extra effort into riding my cock, so it wasn't any great surprise I was shooting my cum into her hot pussy. When she dismounted, she bent down and licked my shaft clean before putting it away. Before walking back to the tables, she gave me a quick wink and said thanks. Just to make things convincing so Katie wouldn't get in trouble, I managed to find a way to lose another $500k before walking out the door. As I started devising a plan to keep this terrible mess from happening in the first place, my thoughts wandered to the remarks by family members about how Katie and her husband were married for a good 70 years. I'd like to think her instinctive knowledge on how to keep their sex life interesting, had something to do with it. Time jumping back to the day of the abduction, I first did a distance jump so that I ended up on the fake Coast Guard cutter. I then planted a briefcase, packed full of evidence about the sex slave traffic, in a place that could easily be found. Next I rented a boat so I could go out to point where I could intercept miles away from where it encountered Mary, Sara, Katie, and her sister. Broadcasting an SOS on the Coast Guard distress frequency about being boarded by a boat, I took off to hide out on a small coral island nearby. The Coast Guard had triangulated my position and sent gunship helicopters and a destroyer sized Coast Guard cutter to the last known position. As it turns out, my timing was impeccable, both the helicopters and the cutter arrived at the point of my Mayday broadcast at the exact time the fake cutter passed, on its way to abduct the girls. There was a brief, intense skirmish, in which only two of the ship's crew survived. The fake cutter was thoroughly searched and the briefcase was found, along with rescuing 5 other girls in a bottom hold. The evidence in the briefcase was used to put together a raid on the casino. The owners and staff were arrested and charged with multiple counts of kidnapping, extortion, money laundering, etc, etc. In all 40 girls were rescued and returned to their families. Some would have to go through months of therapy to get past the ordeal they'd been through. For Mary, Sara, Katie, and her sister, it was a minor news story on page 5. As the fake cutter was being searched on the far horizon, the girls were busy reeling in a 6' trophy fish. Just as the family stories go, the mounted 'catch' was hanging on the wall two weeks later. Since I couldn't write down details about the abduction that never happened, I just had to chronicle the story of the catch of the 6' fish. It had been another close call and I wondered how much more I would have to intervene before I got back to my own time To be continued . . .