by Ray Gordon
'Satan, we offer you the girl's body in the name of debased sex.' Someone's voice resounded around the church as another man climbed onto the altar. His bulbous knob pressing against the sperm-covered entrance to Samantha's rectum, he grabbed her hips and drove his solid cock-shaft deep into her bowels with such force that her naked body slid along the altar. Her delicate brown ring stretched painfully around the massive root of his huge cock, her bowels inflated by his swollen knob, she felt as if she was going to split open. The anal fucking commencing, the man's solid cock repeatedly withdrawing and driving deep into the very core of her teenage body, Samantha grimaced as she writhed and squirmed on the altar.
Her legs lifted higher, her feet wide apart above her head, she could feel the sperm squeezing out of her vaginal shaft as her rectal tube repeatedly inflated and deflated with the illicit fucking. The spunk dribbling down between the tensed cheeks of her naked buttocks, lubricating the thrusting male organ, she thought that her naked body would split in two as her legs were pulled further apart. Again and again, the man forcefully propelled the veined shaft of his solid cock deep into the core of her bowels, gasping in his forbidden act as his swinging balls pummelled the smooth orbs of her young arse.
Another man climbing onto the altar and pressing his swollen glans hard against her pursed lips, Samantha opened her mouth wide and sucked on his salty knob. She had no choice she knew as she ran her pink tongue over the silky-smooth surface of his purple crown. But, she wondered, did she want a choice? Taking the naked man's cockhead to the back of her throat and sinking her teeth gently into the solid rod of his penis, she knew that this was crude sex, illicit sex, sex so debased... This was Samantha...
'No,' she breathed, looking around her as she lay on her bed in her parents' house with a young lad licking between the swollen lips of her pink pussy. This had been another fantasy she'd enjoyed while masturbating in her early teens. A boy licking her vaginal crack, pushing his tongue deep into the virgin duct of her sex-drenched cunt as she'd massaged her clitoris to orgasm. 'I don't want this,' Samantha murmured, desperate to return to the church, to the crude abuse of her naked body.
Chapter 10
'That was great,' Anne giggled, her naked body lying on the soft grass next to Samantha.
'What happened?' Samantha asked, wondering why she'd returned to the railway cutting. 'Didn't you wonder where I'd got to?'
'What?' the girl murmured, frowning at Samantha. 'When?'
'I left you here with the man.'
'Left me?' Anne chuckled. 'I know that Don fucked you to a massive orgasm, but I didn't realize he'd blow your mind away in the process.'
'I... I've been here all the time?'
'Of course you have. Are you all right, Sam? Where do you think you've been?'
'I... You're right. I must have had such a massive orgasm that my mind blew away. But I'm OK now.'
'You had me worried for a minute. I thought you were going to say that you'd been off on one of your time travelling escapades.'
'No, no, of course not.'
Looking down at her naked body, Samantha couldn't understand how she'd been in two places at the same time. But it hadn't been the same time, she reflected. Different times, different places... Perhaps it wasn't so difficult to understand, she thought. She was at the office during the day and in her bed at night. Different times, she mused. In the church, and by the railway cutting... Although she was confused, she was beginning to see that it was perfectly feasible to be at different places, as long as there was a time difference.
'I've got his wallet,' Anne giggled.
'You stole it?' Samantha asked.
'Why not? He was only going to pay fifty.'
'Yes, and I agreed to that.'
'Now we have two hundred.'
'Two hundred? Anne, you can't steal money...'
'I had his wallet out of his pocket before he had time—'
'That's it,' Samantha broke in. 'Before time.'
'What?'
'Time travel. If I travelled back in time by a split second, you wouldn't be able to see me.'
'I'm not with you, Sam.'
'Exactly. You wouldn't be with me because I'd be a split second before your time. I'd always be just behind you, never catching up with you so you wouldn't see me. But I'd see you because you'd just been in my time. I'd be watching your every move, but a split second behind you. Imagine that you're filling the kettle at one minute past twelve. My time is exactly twelve, one minute before you. When my time reaches one minute past, I can see you filling the kettle. Of course, you're then at two minutes past and might be taking the milk out of the fridge...'
'Yes, yes, I see what you're getting at. But what about it?'
'That explains why I've been back in time and I've seen people but they've not seen me.'
'Oh, right,' Anne sighed, frowning at Samantha.
'How that fits in with living out fantasies, I don't know. Do you ever fantasize?'
'Of course. Doesn't everyone?'
'Yes, I suppose they do,' Samantha murmured pensively. 'My mother always says be careful what it is you want because you might get it.'
'Now you have lost me.'
'Fantasies are a sort of wanting, aren't they? They're wishful thinking, imagining scenarios that you'd like to happen, scenes that you'd like to be part of.'
'And?'
'I have no idea,' Samantha sighed, grabbing her clothes and dressing. 'I know what I'm talking about, but I don't know what it means.'
'Perhaps you're a fantasy,' Anne giggled. 'Perhaps you don't exist. You're just a fantasy in my mind.'
'You could be right there.'
'I was joking, Sam,' the girl laughed, pulling her dress over her head. 'Of course you're not a fantasy. You're real.'
'Am I? I'm beginning to wonder. Take this split-second business a step further. There might be other people here, by the railway cutting, but they're a split second before our time so we can't see or hear them.'
'But they can see and hear us?'
'Yes. No, I mean... Now I'm confusing myself. I'm going to give this some serious thought,' Samantha said eagerly as she finished dressing. 'I've hit upon something, I'm sure of it.'
'There's no one here a split second ahead of us.'
'What?'
'We'd see them, wouldn't we? If they were just ahead of us in time, we'd see them.'
'Oh, er... yes, yes, we would.'
'What are you doing here?' a young man asked as he slipped through the gap in the fence. 'This is railway property. Besides, it's dangerous. You could fall down the embankment and—'
'Don't be so pompous,' Samantha cut in. 'We're not children, for goodness sake.'
'No, but this is railway property.'
'Then why doesn't the railway have the fence repaired? If kids got in...'
'What are you doing here?'
'Relaxing beneath the sun,' Samantha sighed. 'At least, we were.'
'And train-spotting,' Anne giggled.
'Yes, well... you'd better leave. And be sure you don't trespass again.'
'You don't have a wife or a girlfriend, do you?' Samantha asked him.
'Er... no, no, I don't.'
'I thought as much. With your attitude, I'm not surprised. '
'Now you listen to me, young lady.'
'Young lady? You're no older than me,' Samantha laughed.
'And she's no lady,' Anne chuckled.
'Thanks,' Samantha murmured.
'Shall we wank him off?'
'Anne, for God's sake.'
'Would you like me to suck your cock?' the girl asked him impishly.
'Suck... Good grief...' he stammered.
'Go on, get your cock out and I'll suck it and you can come in my mouth.'
Shaking her head as Anne knelt in front of the young man and tugged his zip down, Samantha couldn't help but laugh. His face was a picture, she thought, as the girl hauled his flaccid cock out of his trousers and sucked his purple knob into h
er wet mouth. Gazing down in disbelief as she gobbled on his cockhead, his face flushing, he began gasping as his involuntary arousal stiffened the shaft of his penis. As Anne slipped her hand behind the man and eased his wallet out of his back pocket, Samantha knew that she was going to have to do something to correct her young friend's thieving ways. It was one thing taking money in return for sex but just stealing it like that was despicable. Watching as Anne tossed the wallet into the long grass behind the young man, Samantha moved to the fence and picked it up.
He only had a twenty-pound note, she discovered, looking through his wallet. He was probably saving it for a drink in the pub that evening or... Taking the money, she slipped the wallet back into his pocket. This was cash in exchange for a mouth-fucking, she decided, slipping the rolled-up note into the deep gully of her cleavage. Besides, having his money taken would serve him right for being a pompous git.
'God,' he gasped, his legs swaying as he clutched Anne's head and flooded her mouth with his creamy sperm. Samantha could hear the girl gulping down his orgasmic fluid as the man's low moans of pleasure filled the summer air. A train rumbling through the cutting below, drowning out the sounds of Anne's spunk-drinking, Samantha realized that the girl was fun to be with. She was young, but she was good company and enjoyed a laugh.
'God,' the man breathed again, slipping his spent cock out of Anne's sperm-flooded mouth and zipping his trousers. 'I... I'd better be going.'
'Now you've come, you can go,' Anne giggled, licking her spunk-glossed lips.
'Er... yes, right. And don't trespass on railway property again,' he growled as he slipped through the fence.
'Where's the wallet?' Anne asked, searching through the long grass.
'I put it back in his pocket,' Samantha said. 'Stealing is a terrible thing, Anne.'
'You put it back?' the girl asked, frowning furiously.
'I emptied it first,' Samantha giggled, pulling the twenty-pound note from her deep cleavage. 'You mustn't steal, Anne. It's not right to—'
'You stole,' the girl returned. 'You've taken twenty—'
'No, I didn't. I took the money by way of payment for him fucking your pretty little mouth. Anyway, he was an arse and he deserves to have his money taken.'
'Let's find some more men,' Anne breathed excitedly, licking her salty lips again. 'I'm quite enjoying this.'
'We'll come back later. We should go home and do something with your hair. We'll get some hair dye on the way.'
Leaving the park with Anne in tow, Samantha thought again about time travelling. She was going to have to use her gift to her advantage, she decided. Flitting from one debased sexual experience to another was all very well, but she knew that she should use her gift for something other than fun. She also needed more control over where she travelled to, she reflected. Wondering what to do about her job as Anne went into a chemist and chose some auburn hair dye, she turned her thoughts to journalism. Was that what she really wanted? There was more than enough money to be made from prostitution, but... The terrible word jolting her mind, she tried to convince herself that all she was doing was having some fun and making money in the process.
As Anne went into the bathroom to dye her hair, Samantha filled the kettle. At least the girl would be able to go out shopping without having to worry about people recognizing her. Things were going to work out well, Samantha knew as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Now that Dave was in on the secret, he'd be able to help with some ID. Anne really should work on the paper, Samantha reflected guiltily. She was too young to be selling her body for sex. Answering the phone, Samantha frowned as a man asked for Anne Wilkinson.
'Who?' Samantha breathed shakily.
'Anne Wilkinson,' he repeated.
'I'm sorry but you have the wrong number.'
'I don't think so,' he chuckled. 'I know she's there so you might as well let me talk to her.'
'I'm sorry, but I don't know anyone by that name,' Samantha returned, feeling that he was going to threaten her. 'You have the wrong number.'
'I'm not going to waste time,' he snapped. 'Anne Wilkinson is there with you. Where she's been for the last eight years, I don't know. But I'm going to find out. And when I contact her parents...'
'If you're talking about that girl who was kidnapped—'
'You know damned well I am.'
'What is it you want?'
'Money,' he murmured. 'I reckon you were in on the kidnapping.'
'That's ridiculous,' Samantha retorted. 'I was only a kid at the time.'
'You've been to the park with her. I saw you walking through the park with Anne Wilkinson so don't deny it. I'll meet you there in one hour. Both of you.'
As he hung up Samantha felt her stomach churning. She'd learned nothing about this during her time travels, she reflected. Apart from discovering that she was going to own the mansion and marry John, she'd learned nothing of any real value. Was she going to marry John? She began to wonder. She'd never fantasized about the man, but... Sipping her coffee, she sat at the table and tried to formulate a plan.
'Shit,' she breathed, wondering who had recognized the girl. They must have followed Anne and Samantha back to the flat and then somehow discovered the phone number. If this man did contact Anne's parents... It didn't bear thinking about, Samantha knew as she wondered what the hell to do. Once Anne had auburn hair, the chances of anyone realizing who she was were minimal. Even her parents probably wouldn't recognize her. Besides, they'd be expecting a girl eight years older.
This was going to work out, Samantha thought as she finished her coffee. If the man did start blabbing, then Anne would simply say that it was a case of mistaken identity. Her name was Sarah. She was Samantha's sister and she... This might not be so easy after all, Samantha thought. There was no way to prove the girl was her sister. Deciding to meet the man in the park, Samantha knew that her only option was to use her gift of time travel to find out more about him. If she could go to the park a split second before he arrived...
'Well?' Anne trilled as she breezed into the kitchen.
'God, that's amazing,' Samantha gasped. 'You look nothing like... Once we've cut your hair, no one will ever recognize you. And I love the make-up. The transformation really is amazing.'
'I'll go shopping now.'
'No, no...'
'Why not? I thought you wanted me to—'
'Anne, I've just had a phone call from a man who says that he recognized you. He saw us walking through the park.'
'Who is he?'
'I don't know. But he wants money to keep quiet.'
'Blackmail?' the girl gasped. 'What has he threatened to do?'
'Go to your parents. He wants to meet us in the park in one hour.'
'What shall we do? How much does he want?'
'I don't know what to do yet, and he hasn't said how much he wants to keep quiet. Whatever happens, we're not giving him a penny.'
'But if he goes to my parents and—'
'Don't worry, I'll think of something.'
'Do you want another coffee?' Anne asked, switching the kettle on.
'I could do with some vodka,' Samantha laughed. 'No, no, I'm fine.'
As the girl made herself a cup of tea, Samantha rested her chin on her clasped hands. Trying to think back to the park, she didn't recall seeing anyone. Apart from the middle-aged man... That was it, she thought. And the young man who'd complained about trespassing. Thinking back, Samantha realized that she'd used Anne's name. He'd obviously put two and two together and followed them back to the flat. There again, perhaps it was the middle-aged man, she reflected.
'I'm going to the park,' she announced, standing up and moving to the door.
'What about me?' Anne asked. 'I thought I was going with you.'
'That's what he wants, but I think it's best if I go alone. Beside, you look different now. We don't want to give away your new look.'
'Be careful, Sam,' the girl murmured, frowning.
'I will. You stay here, all righ
t? Don't go wandering off anywhere.'
'I'll stay here, I promise. And don't worry; I won't answer the phone or the door.'
'Good girl. OK, I'll see you later.'
Leaving the flat, Samantha kept her eyes peeled as she walked down the road. This was all she needed, she thought as she neared the park. There were enough problems without some bastard trying to make some easy money out of her predicament. Sure that she'd not been followed, she crossed the park to the bench and sat down. She was fifteen minutes early, but wanted to get there first to have time alone to think.
The plight of the girl sleeping rough behind the paint factory playing on her mind, she knew it was pointless driving out there again. The girl would hear her and do a runner. Besides, even if she did get to talk to her, she'd never believe that the factory was going to burn down. Perhaps there wasn't going to be a fire, Samantha mused. She'd never fantasized about fires, so... Not knowing what to think, she wondered whether Zak had booked the holiday. Hoping he'd blown several thousand pounds on his credit card, she couldn't wait to see his face when she announced that she'd changed her mind. Zak would go mad, but there'd be nothing he could do about it.
Grinning, Samantha imagined Zak trying to get his money back, or suggesting that Angela help him with the debt. They could both go off and enjoy the holiday, she mused. There again, they'd have to get the tickets changed. They'd have to change Samantha's name to Angela, and that might not be possible. And Zak would still be unable to pay off his credit card. Her thoughts turning to Kitty, she recalled Julie, the girl lying on the bed in the woman's house. Wondering what had happened to the girl, she thought that she was probably still working at the so-called dancing school. And what was Jane up to? she mused. She must have realized that her diary had gone and—
Noticing a man walking towards her, she didn't recognize him. He was in his fifties, smartly dressed in a light suit and shirt and tie. His greying hair swept back from his suntanned face, he wasn't bad looking for his age. But Samantha had to drag her thoughts away from prostitution and concentrate on the blackmailer. The pompous young man who'd complained about trespassing was the culprit, she was sure. He'd heard Samantha use Anne's name, he'd had more than a good look at the girl...
