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I have always been interested in stories about the past and decided to create a medium, which anyone could contribute. This took much thinking on my part, but I am fairly happy with the results. I have created a story in which my character is transported back into time by means of his own invention, however he doesn't actually land in the time, instead he must occupy a "host" body to be able to stay there. His own invention is used against him to get him out of the way so others could capitalize on his idea. This plot idea came to me and I recognized that it could be a vehicle for many other stories, both from me and anyone else who finds the theory interesting. The past is the only limit... it could be an hour or 10,000 years. It is really open to your imagination. I would appreciate comments. Thanks, Anon Allsop The Time Machine By Anon Allsop The governing body sat around the large circular table and one by one agreed that something must be done... and soon. My project was given a green light to proceed and I couldn't have been happier. I have spent twelve long years trying to break the barrier and finally it appeared that I have succeeded. When I first got out of college at the tender age of 25 I devoted my resources and knowledge to one thing. Developing a Teleporter that would move one person not only from place to place but through time itself. I have been calling it my "Time Teleporter" and the name has stuck, everyone who is on the inside of this project has been calling it the Time Teleporter. About three years ago I was at a point where I needed to be both heading up the project and the main scientific mind and since I couldn't be both, I decided to relinquish my managerial duties and concentrate on the actual creation aspect of the Time Teleporter. That is when the governing body was called in to being. This group consisted of five of the best minds the world had known; each one of them had a specific specialty that they brought to the table. Two were scientists like myself, one was a great politician, and the other two were brilliant business minds that took small fledgling companies and transformed them into giant corporations of business and industry. At the time it appeared to be a good idea, after all I was going to get to do something that I wanted most of all and that is be a scientist. I gladly stepped aside and sold them the company, which netted me quite a tidy little sum of money. It was apparent that I wouldn't be hurting in the financial department for the rest of my life. They in turn, would keep me on as the point man for the project letting me do my thing. During the first tests everything went along as we expected. Some test were failures while lately we were starting to get more and more successes. We found by testing on some of the early human volunteers that we could actually place them at a specific location and time in history. Up to this point when someone would return, they would be ushered off and be debriefed by our crack security team. At least that is what had been happening or so I thought. I overheard a conversation between one of the scientific members of the Governing Body, Doctor Milton and a caller late last night that had me starting to become suspicious of actually what was going on. The problem I was having was that the conversation was one sided as I couldn't actually hear what was being said on the other end of the phone. I sat with my back to Dr. Milton and kept working on the computer analyzing data from our latest test when the phone rang. Dr. Milton picked it up and right away said. "Did they accomplish the task?" I continued to try not to eavesdrop but he then said, "Okay then, he's dead? Good!" My ears perked up trying to listen but not be obvious. "No... no... that's okay. Give him what he wants." I stared at my computer dumfounded, trying to figure out what I was hearing and make sense of that information. Still he continued, "We are scheduled for another teleport in the morning" there was a long pause while the person on the other end spoke. "April, 7" then said, "1939". I couldn't remember anything important that happened on that date in history but even I have my weakness and history was that subject. The Doctor continued, "Oh, yes... I know they can stop him. In fact, I'll guarantee it." Another long pause on my end of the conversation... "the Secret Service." Dr. Milton said. I spun my chair around and looked directly toward Dr. Milton who continued as if I weren't there, "Great, then tomorrow it is!" He hung up the phone and looked up from his desk realizing for the first time that I was there, stood up and rounded his desk approaching me. "It is under the utmost security that nothing that you have heard goes beyond this room." He looked at me under his bushy gray eyebrows. "Your little Transportation device has been found to be a cure for many of the little ills of our world." saying this as he leaned against the end of my desk. "We have found that not only can a person transport from one place to another in time, but they can also assume the genetic structure of a person from that period." He smiled at my reaction. "You didn't know that your little machine could do that did you?" I sat in amazement while he continued, "We have found with our first human tests that not only they travel through the fabric of time but into the bodies of individuals that we pick at random. The curious thing is that the transporter allows them to occupy the body but keep all of the memories of the test subject." He paused to watch my expression, "We have recently been sending individuals back in time to tidy up several instances where history has made a mistake... we can control our very own destinies through the machine you created Doctor Trian." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Dr. Milton, you can't be serious! Altering the timeline will alter the very future we exist in. A small change from a hundred years ago could result in a person not being born in our future!" The ramifications of what he had said were making my head swim. The Doctor placed his index finger on his chin and started to look thoughtfully as he paced. "Tell me Doctor Trian, what do you know of the dictator from the 20th century called Hitler." I couldn't see where he was going with this but responded, "He was killed by a self inflicted gunshot wound to his head when the Russian and American armies started to enter Berlin." "And Columbus?" He said with a twinkle in his eye. I still didn't see his point but I answered anyway, "He discovered the America's while trying to search out a trade route to the Indies." "Well, first off... Hitler didn't die in Berlin, in fact he drove out the American army and Russia never was able to recover from the invasion of Germany. You see, Doctor Trian, in that time Russia ceased to exist and America was unable to respond to Britain's needs since they were utterly devastated by Japan's attack." He folded his arm across his chest and smiled. "Columbus never was able to discover the Americas since his fleet was capsized and sunk during a hurricane." "But, I know enough of history to know that those things never happened." I argued. "You are correct good Doctor, they never happened because we didn't allow them to happen. We sent our man into Germany as a very close confident of Hitler's and it was he who actually killed the dictator. We just made it look like suicide." He smiled at me in a knowing way. "Columbus was easier, we just altered his course by momentarily changing his path by a fraction of degrees... thus the fleet was spared." "Then I ask you what was that phone conversation all about?" I said pointing to the phone at his desk. "That, my good Doctor was a conversation you weren't supposed to hear. You will know soon enough tomorrow." He said smiling. He knew that I was angered. This was my project and they were making it out as some sort of band-aid outfit to go out and fix anything that they might feel wrong with the world. Right now they were playing with history but when were they going to start taking out individuals in the way. I watched the Doctor as he laughed and walked across the room and paused at the door, turning and said, "Doctor, since you know this much... don't try leaving tonight. You must be patient, everything will be clearer tomorrow." I slept miserably that night on a couch in my office. I knew that they were up to something but by intentionally leaving me out of the loop it was starting to grate on my nerves. I sat up and walked over to my computer and entered in the date, which I had heard him say on the phone, April 7 1939. The results that came back to my computer stating the date in question was the very day that President Franklin D. Roosevelt was assassinated while giving a speech in Boston. I sat back in my chair and stared at the computer screen. I didn't know what to do next. I slowly pressed the highlighted down switch on the computer panel and leaned back in my chair. I pondered the whole situation in my head as I returned to my makeshift bed. On one hand it was scientifically impressive that my machine could possibly prevent the assassination of a president, but why him and not President's Kennedy or Jearard? It just wasn't making any sense to me... I would just have to wait until I had answers tomorrow. Sometime during the morning I had rolled over and opened up my eyes. Glancing at my watch I realized that it was already past 11:00 am and I had overslept the whole teleportation. Mad at myself I got up and went to the lab where Doctor Milton was already assessing data from the recent teleportation. He looked up over his glasses as he watched me walk up to his desk. "Sleeping in are we?" he smiled. "We have some very interesting data to go over here..." I looked over his shoulder at the readout on the computer. I could see that our test subject was already in position in 1939 and probably already had accomplished the goal of Dr. Milton. He looked back at me and said, "It won't be long now." I wondered if I could actually see the history change and called up the date on my computer. Dr. Milton nodded in agreement as we both watched the events of that day for any sign of change. As we watched, the timeline for April 7 1939 changed to show nothing about the death of President Roosevelt. I found it very strange knowing what was in the past but now also knowing of a new altered future where President Roosevelt died while in office at the close of W.W.II. Dr. Milton motioned for me to follow him into the testing arena where the Time Teleporter was. As I walked behind him into the arena, I could see the Gyroscopes slowing down there spinning as a person was gradually appearing in view as if they were coming out of a fog. We stood and waited until the stopped and quickly went in to check out the condition of the test subject. Dr. Milton examined the slowly reviving individual's eyes as they started to come around. The man looked up at us and reached for his gun holstered just under his arm. Dr. Milton stopped his motion and placed the already removed gun on a ledge out of reach. Turning toward me he commented, "Sometimes the subjects have a delayed response to their condition. We are referring to this as a displacement syndrome where they still feel that they are the actual subject that they have occupied for the past few hours." I looked at the gun lying there as it reflected against the shiny white finish of the ledge; dangerous was the first thing that came into my mind. My thoughts were interrupted when the fellow started shouting "The President... The President... is he hurt... is he okay?" "He is fine now... you saved him." Dr. Milton calmly replied "For some reason, the longer they are in the past the more of the host they retain." I stood there watching this unfolding before my eyes, "So you're saying that the longer the person stays in that time, the more they become to act like that person? Incredible!" Dr. Milton stood up to his full height and looked me square in the eye, "It's more than that Dr. Trian, If a person stays in too long he or she will start to become that person right down to the actions and thoughts. Although I would hazard a guess that it would take many days to get to that point" "How many days was he there? I mean, I know it was only hours here but really, how many days in 1939 was he there?" "Ah, I believe you are getting the point Doctor, this man was there for four and a half days. We feel that they should be in place to get comfortable with the routine." Dr. Milton replied. As the other teams of scientists started to work at debriefing the subject, Doctor Milton and I slowly walked toward my office. I kept glancing back at the movement behind me when Dr. Milton brought me back to the conversation and continued. "Through your device, we have found that we can alter any timeline throughout history. From the Biblical timeline to the fall of Rome. Anything you can Imagine We can do thanks to you!" He smiled and slapped my back. I stood facing him with my mouth hanging open trying to take in the scope of what he had said. He pushed up his wire frame glasses and continued walking. "William, can you imagine what we now could do with all of the ills of our society? We can prevent the sinking of the Titanic, War, discovery of Nuclear Power, Tragic death... the gamete is virtually endless." He held the door open to my office and bid me to enter. "We can become very powerful... we can become Gods!" I stared into his eyes and started to get a very ominous feeling that would not go away. "Doctor, you can't be serious? You intend to use my machine to your gain?" He smiled and nodded. "I won't allow you to use my machine that way! I didn't intend for it to become some tool to readjust timelines to benefit you... how are you intending to get away with this?" I straightened up to my full six feet in height, "It is apparent that you're not acting alone... how many are in this with you?" He chuckled to himself, "My dear Doctor, you don't understand... once you sold your rights to your machine, you really don't have a say anymore. I have already adjusted our timeline enough to make this my project. You my dear sir are just another pawn in my little game of chess." He paused to see my reaction. "All the others have been replaced, which is something that will happen to you if you don't work along with my plan." I couldn't believe that he would replace me on my own project. I created this machine and had safely hidden the blueprints with my brother. I had taken all the precautions not to let it fall in the hands of another... it was for the love of money that appears to be my downfall. I picked up my pen and started to click it nervously. "I can't be a part of this Doctor Milton, from what you are implying, you can replace anyone at anytime..." He interrupted, "Aah William, it's unfortunate that you can't see the possibilities. With the information that we have at our hands now... the 'real' possibilities are limitless. We have fattened up our research vaults by millions removing unsavory people from society and business. Now some may say that is unethical... but frankly I could care less. It's business... my business!" I glared at him, "I can stop you Doctor, no one knows my machine better than I do. I have installed a self destruct mode within the computer drive." I crossed over to my desk and typed in the code to activate the destruct mechanism. "It will only take a moment Doctor." He folded his arms and with a smug smile informed me, "I found your silly destruct code a long time ago and had it deactivated... your efforts are useless William." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device, which had an antenna extending out about three inches. I noticed that he pressed a button. "What is that for?" I asked. "I can see William that you are going to be a problem. I feel that I shall have to remove you from our team. This is a security call, they will be here in minutes." He smiled as he stepped away from the door as if expecting someone to enter. "Go ahead and fire me asshole, I'll still make trouble for you on the outside! I'll make another machine, and put back everything you have altered!" I shouted pointing my finger at him. "I'm going to make your life miserable Doctor Milton... you can count on that!" He smiled, "We'll see." Something didn't feel right about the whole situation I thought. They can't fire me, I know too much about the project. I looked into the Doctor's eyes and saw a crazed look in them... I didn't like his gaze at all. He kept looking from his watch to the door as if expecting someone. Suddenly the door burst open and two burly men swung their weapons toward me. I stepped back behind the desk to protect myself. "What is the meaning of this Doctor?" "I told you that you must be removed, and that is exactly what I am doing!" Milton said leaning against my desk. "Take him out of here!" The guards roughly grabbed me by my arms and shoved a gun into my ribs. They dragged me out of the office kicking and fighting them all of the way. I am not a weak man; I shoved one of them into the wall and planted a fist into his jaw. When he stood back up to face me I was waiting to hit him with another, but my fight would be short lived as I felt a blow to the back of my head and the room was soon enveloped in black. I knew at that moment that someone hit me; I fell to the floor like a drunken sailor. *** I could hear voices around me as I started to come to; the pain in my head was pounding like a base drum. I felt the presence of people on each arm as I slowly opened up my eyes. "Good Morning Doctor Trian, it is so good of you to volunteer." I tried to talk but my mouth wouldn't work, Doctor Milton stepped into view. "Don't try and talk William, I have given you a muscle relaxer, it won't allow you to move and hurt yourself. But don't worry, the effects won't last long." He backed away from me and I moved my eyes so I could see as far out the corner as possible. I could see my "guards" as well as Doctor Milton moving around me. The doctor was standing behind a large panel just to my left. Looking upwards, I could see the bars and gyro sensors of my machine. Milton walked toward me and smiled, "You see William, I have no wish to 'fire' you. I have every intention of removing you all together. Just in case you aren't understanding what is happening to you, I'll clue you in. You are strapped into the Time Teleporter, I have pre- programmed in your quadrants... I'm sure you'll find your timeline interesting. Ah William, too bad I won't be there to see your face when you realize where we are placing you. I can see by your eyes that you are afraid, fear not William. I'm not putting you in any harm... at least nothing that will result in your death." He moved over to check out the straps holding my arms. "Don't expect anyone to come to your aid, we aren't supplying you with a tracker so once you leave... in essence, you will be gone forever." He returned to the control panel and motioned for the guards to move away. I heard him flip the switch and the machine began to hum. "Enjoy you new life William!" The Doctor shouted above the whirring of the gyro bars. I could see him smiling in a wicked way as the hum became louder. I could see the circular arms starting to move. I watched as the bars moved faster and faster becoming as a blur. The sound was deafening, I started to feel nauseous with the optical and physical movement. I tried to keep my eyes open but the feeling was almost unbearable, I wanted to throw up. I could see the Doctor and guards start fading and blurring but I wasn't sure if that was me passing out or the work of the Teleporter. The bars were now moving so fast that they were a blur and I couldn't even focus on one but with every moment I started seeing colors that I knew weren't in the room that I would be leaving forever. The more I watched the less I became ill, the colors started to blend and take blurry shapes. I tried to lift my head and was surprised that I could somewhat, even my arms seem to respond to my wishes. The sound was fading and more and more things were taking shape. I could make out what appeared to be a wooden structure like the inside of a wagon, and I could make out two figures sitting in the seat of whatever I was riding in. I saw the larger of these figures suddenly lurch and fall from my vision as I heard a loud sharp noise. The other person on the seat suddenly fell forward and also disappeared from my view. I started to panic as I looked around the wagon, I was alone. I can't quite fathom why but I felt a great loss and found myself crying uncontrollably, I crawled forward into the area where the people had been sitting. From all around me were horses and their riders racing, I wiped the tears from my eyes and this helped clear my vision. I could see many figures on the bare backs of their painted ponies shouting instructions to each other as they were shooting at others in wagons like mine. Looking at the canvas next to my head was my shadow and suddenly a hole appeared where there was none. I heard the missile streak past my ear and strike the wood splintering it into hundreds of pieces. My father had said that these were Sioux, I had never seen an Indian before nor did I want to again. Racing through my scientific mind was question after question, I did remember the reason that brought me here... but I couldn't even guess who I was. Everything about me looked as normal as though I had seen this everyday. I looked out the back of the wagon and I could see the bodies of my parents as the Indians jumped off and drew their knives. My last view before the dust from the charging horses covered my line of sight was an Indian pulling my dead mother up by her hair and raising his knife. I screamed out loudly, my voice raised in terror. Between the tears and the screams I could feel my voice going horse as I started to sway and felt myself begin to fall. Dropping to the floor I covered my head and waited for the sweet sleep of death to claim me. On and on my fathers team ran, only after many tearful moments did I chance to look up over the seat again. I could see that an Indian had grabbed the lead horse by his bridal and was directing the horse on which way to go. I slunk back down into the wagon and quickly covered myself with blankets, maybe they wouldn't notice that I was there. I felt a lump rise into my throat as I thought of my parents and their horrible death, "God, I miss them terribly." I prayed to myself. I became angry with myself that I couldn't keep from crying uncontrollably. It seemed that each time the scientist would gain composure, this child I have become would lose it and start to sob like some little baby. From out the back of the wagon I could see through a tiny hole in my blanket, hundreds of Indians riding recklessly. A great fear and panic overwhelmed me and again I started to cry again. I must get hold of myself, a scientist would never cry at this dilemma. I didn't know where I was, who I was or who any of these people were but I did know that this was something that had actually happened in history, and whether I liked it or not, was a part of it. I could feel the wagon slowing down and coming to a stop. I tried to huddle further into the corner and hide. I could hear the Indians laughing and talking amongst themselves as they looked over their treasures. I could hear them unhitching the horses and letting the bridals and harnesses fall to the ground. I heard someone scream and a shot rang out, then silence. Shaking with terror I searched and found my daddy's pistol and held it close under my blanket. Suddenly a loud thump shook the wagon, someone had struck the side rail where mother had stored our food. There was a movement and I could feel someone climbing into our wagon, I pulled the hammer of fathers gun back using both of my thumbs. The scientist in me surmised that I must have been transported into the body of a younger child, as any man would not have had trouble pulling that hammer back. Whomever I have become felt normal and natural as though I had been that person all of my life, it was as Dr. Milton said, I would retain all of their memories and actions... and still keep mine for the time being. I could hear the ragged breathing of someone very close to my position; this helped snap me out of my quandary. Even before I could gather my thoughts the unruly Indian pulled the blanket from over me and knocked the gun harmlessly away as I fired it striking the planking in the bottom of the wagon. He reached out and grabbed me by my hair and roughly dragged me from the wagon throwing me onto the grass outside. I tried to get up but it seemed that every Indian was gathered around me laughing. My captor jumped down from the wagon and struck me with the flat of his hand, felling me with the one blow. I couldn't believe my fate as I had watched both of my parents die and then to be captured by these bloodthirsty savages. As I tried to gain my footing I kept falling over the long cloth that kept tangling itself around my feet. The tears began to stream down my face as I looked upon my captor's angry faces, knowing full well that I would be killed next. One rather large ugly Indian grabbed me by my hair and flung me across the circle that had gathered around me. Raising myself to my knees I folded my hands in prayer asking my Lord to deliver me from this evil. Flashing through my mind I remembered being strapped into the Teleporter and flushed into history, I wasn't sure who's history or where actually I was but I knew that soon I was to be killed. Milton had indeed removed me from the situation, only this way would keep me quiet... forever. A couple of large Indians grabbed me roughly by my arms and dragged me to my feet as the ugly one smiled with his crooked yellow teeth. I was trapped by both my past, and the person that I now occupied's present. It boggled my mind trying to figure it out as I was being tossed back and forth. I cried in pain as the ugly one slapped me with the back of his hand and knocked me over the wagon tongue. I could see the blood starting to flow from the cut on my arm... soon there would be more. I felt my swollen lip and as I pulled my hand away I could see that I was bleeding. This child's body is small and weak, but I tried as best as I could to fight with what I had. As the ugly one grabbed me from behind I clamped down on his arm with my teeth and bit as hard as I could. He screamed in rage and pain as he threw me onto my back causing me to lose my breath. As I lay there he began to kick at me, with each effort of his, I rolled just staying out of reach. I'm sure that the others were shouting insults at my ugly attacker but none would do anything to help me from injury. They seemed to be laughing at him, which made him even angrier that he doubled his efforts to get me. Through my tears I stood and waited his assault, with each menacing step he came closer and closer. As he neared me I drove my small foot with as much strength as I could muster right into his crotch. I know it had to have hurt immensely because he dropped to his knees and tried to catch his breath. While there, I tried kicking him as hard as I could in the face but he grabbed my foot and gave it a twist causing me to fall into a heap on the ground. The ugly one stood up, pulled his knife and started to walk toward me. I tried to run as he grabbed my hair and swung me backwards. His knife flashed into view as he intended to separate me from my hair, when suddenly we heard a loud shout. Another tall muscular Indian pushed his way into the center and everyone backed up away from him. Seeing this, the ugly one threw me aside and I rolled across the ground. I looked down at myself as I must be a site; I had mud, grass, dust, blood and tears streaking across my face neck and arms. The tall Indian and the ugly one stood facing each other each holding their gleaming knives. The ugly one knowing only brute strength tried to run the tall one over, who stepped aside and drove his blade deep into the side. The ugly one turned and struck out but seemed to be slowing down. The tall Indian stepped back out of reach as the ugly Indian started to sway; almost like a tree he fell as if in slow motion. The tall Indian told the others to take the ugly one away; he appeared to be a leader of some sort. He then turned to face me. I still lay in a heap on the ground out of breath, tired, sore and distraught over my parent's death as he shouted to the top of his lungs. "Nee-ch anto kole tahe!" He shouted. The one who spoke entered into view with the regal stride of a king. He motioned for me to get up, which I did. He walked around me as if sizing me up and came to stop directly in front of me. I looked up at him towering over, as he appeared to stand well over six feet in height, he was well proportioned like a Greek god. His dark bronze features seemed to be chiseled out of stone itself as he glared at the Indians carrying away my former attacker... then turned his gaze to me. His expression, though steady seemed to soften a bit as he slowly reached out and pulled a lock of my hair forward to study. I shook with terror as he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. His hands slowly and softly touched my hair and ran his hands down my back until they came to my waist. I felt him take both of his huge hands and place them on each side of my hips as he let them stroke downward toward my bottom. I tried to think of what he could be going through his mind, but this part of my scientific studies wasn't in any of the books. His hands came around to the front of my waist and slowly and gently moved upwards until they came to rest on my breasts. I looked down when I felt the sensation... Oh my God My mind began to race, as the feeling was both pleasurable and frightening, the whole time he seemed to be enjoying himself at my expense. What the heck am I thinking; of course he was enjoying himself... he's a man. I pulled myself away from him and turned to see his gleaming white teeth in a very large smile. All of the other Indians broke out in laughter while I could feel my face redden with embarrassment. He shouted to his Warriors and each broke for their horses as he calmly strode toward me. "Nee-ch anto kole tahe." he repeated softly pulling again at my long yellow hair letting it slide through his fingers. Smiling he repeated, "Kai muso tollan fatcha, dar maya aho." I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a look saying that I didn't understand. He turned to a young teenage Indian and motioned for him to come over. Again he repeated to the boy, "Nee-ch anto kole tahe." then gestured to the boy to translate. The young Indian looked from me to the giant and then back to me. In broken English he began, "Red Bear say you belong to him." The big Indian then said, "Kai muso tollan fatcha, dar maya a-ho." Again he waived his hand toward the youth to translate. "He say you bear him many warriors." The youth said smiling. I stood up to my fullest height, "I shall not." I commanded. Looking at the boy he shrugged his shoulders and relayed my message. The Indian's smile left his face quickly and he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me toward his horse. Lifting me as though I weighed nothing he threw me onto the back of the large painted horse and with one effortless leap bounded directly behind me. He kept one of his huge hands around my tiny waist and kept pulling me into him with each bounce of his horse. I thought he was being excessively rough with me because I could hardly breathe, still his large hand stayed just below my breasts. I looked down at my hands which were so tiny and slender, my arms were soft and delicate. Even spooned in as I was my own knee only extended to his knee, which meant that I was considerably smaller than this man was. If I had to guess my height, I would say that I was around 5'3", that size was probably why I thought myself to be a small child rather than a female... this female. I could hear his breath escape with each jostle of his horse, as he again pulled me closer to him and prevent my falling off. At one moment I felt him lean in and bury his nose into my hair smelling the sweet perfumes that we woman use to attract our men. I found myself wishing that I didn't use any the last time I bathed. We continued to ride into the afternoon, him holding me and me wishing to hell that I had never invented that damn machine. Just before dark, I realized that his hand had gone from holding my waist to cupping my breast. I could feel him gently massage me slowly and lightly running his thumb across my aroused nipple. The scientist in me wanted to reach up and remove his hand, the woman in me wanted him to continue forever. I guess the scientist won as I pulled his hand away. He pulled me in to him and I could feel his straining manhood at my backside, I tried to move away from him but his grip was too strong. I think that he wanted me to experience his masculinity, his hand dropped down to just above my aching groin and pulled me in closer. The trouble was that I couldn't figure out if the ache was from the riding or something completely different. We rode like that for three days only to stop for rest, eating and sleep. The whole time my captor treated me kindly, or at least with some measure of respect although he never let me out of his sight. When the evenings came he would motion for me to come lay beside him but each time I refused. I had noticed that some of the other Indians were watching our gestures and had started to whisper among themselves and were giving this tall Indian very disrespectful glances. I have moved my bed if that is what you could call it, closer to his but not because I felt any kind of affection to him, rather because I was becoming fearful of those Indians around me. I hoped that if he protected me once, he would again since I obviously couldn't protect myself in my weakened female state. This night, I lay on my hide trying to recall my former life. Doctor Milton was correct when he said that for each day I was left in this timeline, I would start to become absorbed into my host. I could feel Doctor William Trian slowly slipping away from me, even now this young female body was starting to feel normal and I have found my actions become womanlier. Even the loss of my parents while still traumatic, had slowly softened over the time and distance we had traveled. I have at times found myself looking over at this Indian in a very different light, if I was to be stuck with any of the Warriors around me... I was glad it was this man. Granted, my hair was a mess but what captivated my attention were my eyes, they were a sparkling light blue. The lashes were long and very dark even though my hair was yellow like the sun; they curled up and created an outline around each eye as if they were demanding attention to them. My skin was a light almond color, which didn't go with my hair color at all, it seemed that most people with light hair like mine were pale and ghostly white. Had I been in my former body, I would have found myself extremely attractive even with the lack of makeup. I touched my face and focused on my hands which were now small and dainty but each nail was now an oval extending just to their tip. My hands were strong for a young female and seemed to be perfectly developed for the domestic future that I was stuck with, yet they were soft and graceful enough to please a man. That was one of the problems that I kept being confronted with; I was behaving like a female more and more. At first I had only noticed some simple things like a hand gesture, a thought or comment. But now today, I have found my walk and speech patterns were affected as well, I even had found myself flipping my hair over my shoulder in front of Red Bear. But the worst thing is I have actually been trying to flirt with him in very subtle ways that it was disturbing the scientist in me. And the scary thing was that he was starting to reciprocate my actions. Glancing back into the water I studied my figure, or at least what I could see of it. I had a nice tapered waist; medium sized firm breasts, and a nicely rounded bottom. I knew that I had just turned 16 but I thought that I looked as though I was around 18. I glanced around me and saw the Tall Indian standing about twenty feet away so I knew escape was out of the question, believe me the thought wasn't very far from my head but there was always someone watching me. I scooped some water into my small palms and drank its coolness deeply, stood up and shook the excess from my hands. I turned and walked back up the riverbank and sat upon a log, behind me came my Indian captor. He handed me a chunk of meat and pointed for me to cook it on a nearby fire. I took the meat and turned away from him and started walking over to the glowing embers. I surprised myself as I seemed to know exactly what to do, I busied myself around and found two sticks, which I pushed into the ground and supported them with rocks around the base of each. Both sticks had a "Y" shape to them and finding a green stick I pushed it through the red meat and suspended it across the coals. I moved away from him and went a distance away and he began to follow. For whatever reason, I found myself gathering bark chips and leaves from a small plant. All the while under the watchful eye of the bronze Indian. He followed me back up to the hill and toward the cooking meat, wondering I'm sure what I was doing. I was watching him out of the corner of my eyes as he folded his arms making his bulging biceps even more pronounced. I smiled. Dropping the wood chips onto the glowing coals they started to smoke and burn slowly, I knew that he had no idea that I had just dropped hickory chips on the fire to flavor the cooking food. The smell was becoming incredible as I broke the long leaves into small pieces and rubbed them into the slowly cooking meat. I knew that he would love the flavor of wild onion and hickory in his meal, I was also sure that he hadn't had this before but would probably think I was trying to poison him. After about a half an hour, I noticed that he had moved closer to me and was now directly behind my back. Inwardly, I smiled and was happy to please this man... much to my consternation. I found myself flipping my hair over my shoulder in a very suggestive manner that I was sure didn't go unnoticed under his watchful eyes. I glanced up and found that my little cooking demonstration was also being watched by the young Indian boy. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Next to me was a flat rock and I began to brush off the dirt and grime with my hand, I felt Red Bear crouch next to me and placed himself in the direct path of the grilled meat and hickory smoke. He started to reach for the meat and I slapped his hand even before I could stop myself, which caused him to jump and pull back his hand. Hearing a laugh we both looked across to the young boy who was watching, Red Bear scowled at him and looked at me. I could feel his eyes watching me as I placed the cooked meat on the rock and reached for his knife, which immediately caused him to grasp my wrist. I pulled away from him and slowly slid his knife out of his sheath while he watched me intently. I took the large chunk of cooked meat and cut him a generous portion; the piece left was small but still too large for me to eat all. Cutting my portion, I motioned for the boy to come over and share with us. Red Bear raised the meat to his nose and smelled deeply; at least I had passed the smell test. Gingerly, he took a small bite and then another. With a broad smile he leaned back and chewed this tender roasted meat. I looked across to the lad and he was devouring the meat like a hungry pup, eating like most growing teenage boys. I cleaned the blade of the knife off and handed it back to Red Bear handle first. I must have impressed him as he probably never seen a female who took care of a good blade. I settled myself back and enjoyed my meal knowing that this probably wouldn't happen very often on this journey. *** After a cool morning, we found ourselves again headed west. I was surprised that he didn't put me on a horse of my own by this time but he insisted that we ride together. Maybe it was because he enjoyed being aroused by my nearness... I was beginning to feel the same way but I would never let on. At least, that was what I kept telling myself but sometimes a girl deep down knows different. As the sun rose higher and higher the air became hot and dry, collectively they decided to rest for the day and diverted their march turning toward a secluded little lake. Here we would rest and wait until tomorrow before continuing. I knew a bath in the lake would help cool me down, so I walked to the edge of the water and tried to wash myself but wasn't very successful, turning, I saw the young Indian boy walking nearby. Calling him over I walked with him toward Red Bear, "I need to bathe." I said, "I am dirty from riding and I still have dried blood in my hair. I would like to clean up in the lake." The boy turned toward Red Bear and relayed my message, then turning back to me gave me Red Bear's answer. "Him say it good you to clean up, he will walk with you to spot where no braves will see his squaw." He tried not to smile but added "Him want me to keep lookout for both of you!" His face broke in a huge grin as he thought of my predicament. Red Bear and I walked away from the camp and down a rocky ledge toward the water, at one spot he pointed to the boy to stand watch... then we continued down to the water's edge. Red Bear leaned against a rock as he pointed to the water. I didn't need any explanation, I was to bathe here. I tried to keep my body hidden from Red Bear's view as I pulled off my garments. Once unclothed, I quickly waded into the cool water. I glanced back and noticed that Red Bear had changed his position to view me better. I couldn't believe how my young pert breasts seemed to defy gravity as the water's coolness made the nipples jut out and harden. The water droplets glistened in the sunlight, and from the corner of my eye I was sure that it had gotten the attention of the man. I dipped below the waters surface and scrubbed at my hair trying to clean the dried blood off of it. When I rose back up I was surprised that somehow I had gotten into the shallow water and as I flipped my hair back over my shoulders, I realized that the water had nearly came to my waist. Glancing back, I was startled to see Red Bear standing just behind me. To see that he was aroused was an understatement; his bulging package was evident enough. I dove headfirst into the water and swam out a few yards before coming back up. When I turned around he was still standing at the waters edge smiling, evidently enjoying his view. I turned my back to him showing an angered look but inwardly I was exhilarated by being able to have a very sexual effect on him. I swam back toward shore and stopped just far enough to allow the water to just barely cover my protruding bosom, and keep him interested. I couldn't believe how female my actions were now becoming, I was finding it hard not to completely fall into this young woman's grasp. My host was a young vibrant girl and she was obviously attracted to this man and it didn't matter how much William was trying, he couldn't stop her coy little advances toward this man. Slowly I bid him to turn and I pulled what was left of my dress into the water to wash, I knew it would be wet but I was hoping the hot sun would dry it quickly, nor was I wrong. After about an hour, I could tell the dress was dry, or at least dry enough. Once dressed, we quietly walked back toward our camp. The day was proving to be uneventful and I busied myself to trying to repair my clothing that was torn from my capture, much of it was ruined and I had to throw it away. However, I kept enough to cover me from the sun and embarrassment, but that didn't help the feeling of being half dressed. When night started to fall I felt a chill in the air, the weather out here in the middle of nowhere was odd, hot days and cold nights. I used a small hide to cover my shoulders from the chilly air but it wasn't helping. I looked at Red Bear wrapped in a huge buffalo hide and desperately wanted to feel its warmth but I was determined not to give him any ideas he probably didn't already have. Glancing around, I noticed that some of the Indians were posted to lookout, while others ate their meager meals or slept. Red Bear lifted an edge of his huge buffalo hide and motioned for me to come and lay beside him. I turned the other way as though I didn't see. I felt a light tapping on my shoulder; it was the young teenage Indian. "Red Bear say come to his bed." I leaned forward and looked past the boy right at Red Bear, "Thank our gracious host for me but I'm fine where I am. I will not lay with him." The young man gave me a surprised look, then crouched down, "I think you no understand. You not have choice." With a sideways glance toward Red Bear, "You bring great shame to Red Bear if you no come. Warriors will rise up and kill Red Bear... and once Red Bear gone, pretty white woman kill too." I looked at him in shock, "If I go, he will think of me as his squaw, if I stay where I am, he and I could both get killed. I have no choice." He stood up and smiled holding out his hand helped me to my feet. I followed him over to Red Bear who was watching me walk. He bade me to sit, holding the blanket open. Without thinking I smoothed out my long skirt and sat on the hide next to him. He pointed to himself and said, "Koah Dak, mean Red Bear." He pointed to my breast and I looked down. "You name?" I sat for a moment thinking, "I am called, Cassandra." I remember being someone named William but that seemed such a long time ago. "Don't think I am going to lay with you, I am not that type of girl!" What was I thinking, until only a few hours ago I wasn't any type of girl. I pulled my knees into my chest as I sat on the big hide thinking, if I didn't figure a way out of this mess soon I would be trapped here in this timeline... in this body, forever. I lowered my head into my folded arms and began to cry. I could see my long hair falling about my legs as I rested my weary head; I have cried so much today that my head felt as if it would explode. A faint wind blew across the land and made my flesh shiver; I pulled my knees in further trying to maintain what warmth I could. Sometime, somehow, I fell into a sleep that was sure to claim this tired, sad young girl. *** As I lay there in the early morning with my eyes closed, hearing the sounds I had known and loved, the birds, the soft breeze playing with the leaves a babbling brook. Each of these lovely memories reminded me of family and fun times that I had back in Ohio before we left. I pulled the hide up around my face, as my thoughts came to rest on my parents and how they died. I remembered the Indian, what was his name again? Oh yes, Red Bear, trying to claim me for his own. My fleeting thoughts also remembered a room, which was white and strange. It seemed to have lights and strange metals all about it, and there was a man... an old man who made me cringe each time that I tried to recall who he was. Milford? No that wasn't it, I remembered him being a physician or something. Oh well, maybe it would come to me later. My thoughts returned to the Indian, I opened my eyes to see if I could locate where he was laying but I couldn't find him. I could see other Indians still sleeping around me but Red Bear was not in my sites. The sun wasn't quite up yet so I just stayed under that hide and kept warm. I knew that soon they would be waking up and riding again. I felt movement behind me and reached my hand back to see what it was, and then again afraid of what I might find. My fears were correct, for behind me lay the tall Indian. As I started to pull my hand back around me I felt his hand gently pull at my wrist. Slowly, he guided my small hand toward his growing erection. He placed my soft dainty fingers around his huge shaft and guided my motion so I was creating pleasure for him. I tried to pull my hand away. But he held it there on his manhood. With his free hand he started to massage my breast, the feeling was confusing for me. I could still remember being a man at one time... but still the woman I had become wanted him to continue. Was this how all squaws were treated? Was this what I was to expect for the rest of my life as a captive. He tried to work it so that my head was under the hide but each time he gently pushed me down, I came right back up. He smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. With a strained look on his face he began to grunt and I knew that he was about to shoot his load all over my hand. His body spasmed and relaxed, he motioned for me to grab a small animal hide laying at the edge of the skin we were laying on. I knew that he expected me to clean him up. After I was done to his satisfaction, I rolled away from him. He slid up behind me and with one arm wrapped around me, pulled me into his chest. I could feel his hand working the buttons of my blouse as slowly he slipped his huge hand in. I shivered as he began to massage my nipple, which was betraying my anger by becoming aroused. My breathing was labored, and turning him on even more. He pushed his reviving shaft into the back of my dress making me breathe even harder. Gently, almost lovingly, he pushed my flowing yellow hair aside and began to kiss my exposed neck. With half closed eyes I found myself slowly being rolled onto my back as he began to kiss my face and neck. Lower and lower his kisses went until I felt them centered around by hardened nipple. He began to suckle and tongue my flesh until I felt that I would scream out. Not in pain but rather in ecstasy. All the while he was distracting me, his hands were very busy indeed. He had hiked my skirt all the way up to my waist as I suddenly felt his fingers at the entrance of my waiting and eager womanhood. Slowly he kept at his ministrations that I found it all but impossible to realize what he was doing. Kissing my breasts and massaging me down there was keeping me in such a state of arousal that I couldn't fathom what I was doing in the first place. Slowly he rotated me around and before I realized what was happening, he had spread my knees apart and pushed his large gloriously hard shaft into me. I was surprised that I let him take me without putting up much of a fight, in fact, I was surprised that I was willing and enjoying what he was doing to me. He began to pump me slowly; with each stroke he entered a bit more. Soon I found my hips were meeting the rhythm of him. I found myself building as if a pressure was about to make me burst. My vision became blurry and I seemed to have little bursts of color dancing in front of my eyes, as wave after wave of pure energy surged through my whole body. Again and again I experience that feeling as his rhythm continued. I found my hands upon his bronze chest as his body began to shudder, It was at that very moment I felt his seed flow into my womb. He continued to pump into me until his body relaxed. There he lay on top of me until we started hearing others waking around us. He slowly slid off of me and kissed my cheek. With his large gentle finger he wiped a tear from the corner of my eye that was racing toward my ear. I closed my eyes and contemplated what had just happened. Here I was a scientist, inhabiting the body of a young woman, who had just made love as a woman to an Indian who's people had killed my parents. God my life was messed up! Then fear began to rise into my chest, I had just had sex with a man as a woman. The scientist in me realized enough about biology that when a man and a woman have unprotected sex, there could be a side effect. Children. While I found that the woman in me was relishing in the after glow, the logical thinker I was realized that while I lay there, this man's seed was racing into my fertile womb. I could easily become pregnant with Red Bear's child. He must have sensed my thoughts as he slowly parted my blouse and kissed my stomach. As he raised his head up he gave me a very sexy smile, which made the young woman in me melt with desire. Slowly he gathered his belongings and began to get dressed for the day, with a motion he indicated that I should do likewise. An hour later we were headed west away from the rising sun, him holding me tightly as his horse trotted along. I smiled at my misfortune; here I was a young female captive who probably had just become pregnant by a man she couldn't even understand. All the while surrounded by a hundred stalwart Warriors, most wanting to see me dead. Most days passed as this one had and it seemed that one stretched into the other until I found myself loosing all track of time. I couldn't remember how many days since I had been captured. I was able to think more clearly now since Red Bear had allowed me to ride my own horse, apparently he felt that I wouldn't risk fleeing. I must admit that I did miss feeling his body spooning me as we rode. I tried to recall the name of the man who sent me into this body but it seemed, his name had disappeared from my recollection. Even William Trian had become nothing more than a name to me now, sure I remembered being him but I have become so acclimated to this body that I don't think I could ever return even if I could. Besides, I knew Red Bear was falling in love with me and I with him, right now that was all that mattered. We had made love more and more with each quiet moment we had, and I have come to enjoy making him aroused and lustful. I have found myself lately going out of my way to please my Warrior with anything that would make him happy. I was sure that by this time our small baby was silently growing in my womb, at least I hoped so. It had seemed forever that we rode until finally we came across a rise and down below us stretched a dotted landscape of teepees and villagers. We rode down and into this village, into my new home. Once we dismounted, he walked me over to an ancient woman who looked as though she had been around a million years. They spoke, and he turned toward me and smiled which I did likewise. The old woman stood up with his help and looked into my eyes studying me intently. She lifted the ragged material of my dress and said a few words to another woman in the room, who immediately stood up and exited. She examined my hair and again spoke, which caused an Indian woman in her fifty's to jump up and leave the room. She spoke to me and motioned for me to remove my clothing, I hesitated but slowly started to pull it off. The old woman glanced at Red Bear who adverted his gaze and left the teepee. Here I was alone with many women who couldn't understand me, it felt very odd. I found myself standing in the teepee with nothing on; all of my clothes were now lying on the floor in a heap. The old woman limped around me and again came to my front, her knotted old hands reached up to my breast. She lifted the weight of them and using her hand seemed to be trying to determine how big they were. Again she spoke causing another of the elderly women to get up and leave. I decided that this old woman had much pull with the tribe and it wouldn't bode well for me to make her angry. She pulled her necklace off and dangled the clay sculpture on the end in front of my stomach where it began to spin wildly; she looked up at me and smiled showing the four teeth she had in her whole mouth. The first woman who left the teepee now entered carrying what looked like a garment, as she handed it to me I could see that it was a dress. I was directed to put it on, which surprised me as how beautiful it was with its intricate beadwork. When it settled down on my body I was surprised on how short it really was, the bottom came halfway between my hips and knees. At the same time that I was putting the dress on, another returned and started to brush and braid my hair. The third returned with a bowl of green liquid, which the old woman indicated I was to drink. It had a mint flavor with a slight bitter taste but had been sweetened with honey and was warm. I slowly sipped my tea and waited for them to be done with my hair. I found it strange that when we rode into this camp I didn't see any young women, mostly old women and very little girls. Even in this teepee I was surrounded by graying old women. The old woman pointed to the ground when they had finished braiding my hair. I found it strange that I was the only one drinking the green tea, but I didn't want to imply that I wasn't grateful. As I finished my tea I started to put it down and one of the little old women filled my cup and in her language told me to drink, or at least that is what I thought she said. We all sat in silence with them watching me drink their tea, I spoke up and said thank you and the old woman laughed and smiled. She looked toward another elderly woman and gestured for her to come to my side. The old woman spoke in her language, which was then translated, to me in a broken English. "She say you have come to save Red Bear's son." I told her that I didn't understand, and that was relayed to the ancient one. Who spoke for quite awhile then when she had concluded, pointed to me while looking at my translator. "She say you Red Bear's squaw. You raise his son." I looked at my stomach while she spoke, "Not that son, him other child." I glanced at them both and she continued. "Many day ago a sickness sent by the Great Spirit entered our village and kill many young squaws. Red Bear lost his woman. You now take place and rear his son. You young and pretty, soon you carry child of own, but Red Bear needs you for his first child." I leaned back on my heels, trying to soak in what she was trying to say. A small noise brought my attention to the door of the large teepee, there in the arms of another old woman was an infant wrapped in a blanket. I could see the tiny hands moving just above the cover. Sipping on the green tea I listened and watched the child's movement. The woman continued, "You drink sap of the 'Kiwakka' tree, it make good mother out of you." I looked into the cup at the green tea and swallowed slowly. "Kiwakka tree make young squaw expecting baby start to make her child milk." I raised my hand up to my chest and put the cup down, I wasn't about to drink anymore of that stuff. The old woman sat and smiled and let forth another long display of her wisdom, which was soon translated to me. "The Wise One say only a little is enough, you will need to care for you son." She stepped back as the woman holding the infant handed him to me. "Kiwakka tree gives squaws other good thing, we will keep wanting our man and continue to make little ones to help tribe." She smiled as I took the child. "You see. You be good squaw... good mother." Whether it was the tea or just me I started to feel warm. Sitting there holding the child I could feel a pressure building in my chest that was quickly becoming uncomfortable. The old woman could see in my eyes the discomfort and said something in her tongue that made a woman come and untie the leather strings at my shoulders. The dress fell away from my now exposed breast. The child must have sensed or smelled the milk slowly dripping from my nipple as he rolled his head around to face my bust. I didn't know what to do, being only 16 I didn't have much experience in this matter. The old woman pushed the baby into my chest, which started him to nuzzle my nipple around until he got a firm hold. He began to suckle and drink, I was giving this child nourishment... I was becoming his mother. I felt them staring at me but all my focus was on this tiny baby and his constant motion. I watched his little hands as they swung around and played with the blanket he was wrapped in. One by one each woman left and I soon found myself alone with this child. Red Bear came back into the room, he knelt beside us and kissed his son on the head. Looking into my eyes he smiled and pulled me close. With a tender kiss he leaned away and watched me nurse his son... our son. *** Fourteen years have passed since that day long ago, our son Little Bear is now a young man following in his father's footsteps. He is tall and strong, a credit to his people. I had given birth to a daughter called White Flower, she is to be wed to Standing Elk. He was the young boy that translated for Red Bear so many years ago. White Flower is a great beauty, with her long yellow hair and her father's dark eyes. She is much taller than I am, but isn't everybody. Walking to the river I am surrounded by their six little brothers and sisters, ranging from three to twelve. Sending them off to play I stepped into the water to cool my aching feet. I heard a noise that startled me and I looked up. Standing in front of me was a man wearing a long white jacket. I backed away from him and leaned against a tree. He looked at me with sad eyes and slowly shook his head. "You don't remember me anymore do you William?" I remembered that name from somewhere but I couldn't place this stranger. "For all that it's worth William, I'm your brother." He stepped closer and held his hand out to me. "God you are beautiful." I looked into his eyes and noticed that they were blue like mine. "I'm Paul, William... somewhere in that beautiful head of yours must be a remembrance of me?" He looked dejected, Try as I might I couldn't remember this man. "I guess that I have lost you forever. For all that it's worth, Milton is dead. But your machine is still in the hands of his corrupt company and the Governing Body. I built another Teleporter using your plans... that's how I got here." I held out my hand and pulling his face down close to me, stared deep into his eyes. Something about him was very familiar but I couldn't place it. He kissed my forehead and walked back across the creek and stood amongst the bushes. I could hear my children playing and shouting as they ran up the path to swarm me. For a moment I locked eyes with this man named Paul, he smiled and slowly faded from my view. The children pulled my arm and dragged me back into the village to play with them. --- Paul stood and watched from his side of the creek as the children playfully pulled their young mother along, he couldn't stop his smile as he watched his former brother as this buxom young woman surrounded by all of those children. He knew that