Blast in the past

As soon as Isla announced the start of the competition Sarah had run straight for her door. Opening it she found a small room. There was a computer sitting on a desk with a chair. There was a tall wardrobe with a computer screen on it. Finally there was a telephone box. At least it wasn't blue, she thought.

Sarah really had no idea when to visit. Ignoring the computer she went straight for the telephone box. Inside she found a simple screen with a map of modern day Toronto and a time dial. Out of curiosity more than anything she dialed it to the earliest she could set it and hit go.

She felt an odd distortion and then opened the door. She had chosen a spot near the lake and stepped out into untouched wilderness. It was beautiful and she couldn't see any signs of any people anywhere. It might be a nice spot for a picnic, but she decided to go forward some more. She got back in the machine and dialed it forward a bit more.

This time she saw much the same. Looking around she thought she could see a little bit of smoke to the west, but decided to go forward in time again.

This time she could see a fort not too far away. She heard a noise behind her and turned to see soldiers walking towards the fort. They weren't redcoats, so she assumed they must be french. She decided to get back in the machine and go forward.

She did this again and again, sometimes seeing people, sometimes not. Nothing that made her want her date then. Finally in 1795 she opened the door to see what looked like a more permanent, civilian settlement. There were only a dozen homes or so nearby but there were people around and they were speaking English. She decided to go forward a little bit further when they could fit in better.

In 1810 she opened the door to see a small village, hundreds of residents at least. She didn't remember a lot from her high school history classes but she remembered that the war would destroy most of this in a couple years.

She decided this would be an interesting time to visit and returned to the ship to prepare. She found some clothes for herself and Eric that seemed to fit the era, except she just couldn't make herself wear them. Oh well she dressed herself in an ankle length black dress with a lace bodice and bare sleeves.

She got back in the machine and set it to noon of the same day she'd just come from and for Eric to join her there. - - - - - -

Eric opened his eyes to see a quaint little village. He saw Sarah beside him, looking hot but out of place in this time period. He was at least dressed in old fashioned woolen clothes.

The village seemed to be basically one main street with mostly wood but a few stone buildings. They were near the shore of Lake Ontario and Eric could see a military fort nearby.

Sarah smiled at him and took his hand and they started to walk towards the village. There were people about and they seemed to have noticed their arrival.

"Witch!" He heard someone cry out. "The witch has returned!"

Eric looked towards the noise and saw angry looking people running towards them. Sarah had a panicked look on her face and turned back towards the machine, but found people had come up behind her and cut them off.

"You there, you devil, why do you come here? This town has only good god fearing men and women. Be gone with ye." One man yelled.

"Nah. We cannot let her continue to terrorize us. This must be the witch spoke of by the Mississauga and the French and my grandpappy and even my own father. Stories of her have haunted this land for ages. We must not allow her to continue to cast her wicked spells on this land!" Another man yelled.

Eric tried to reason with them. "No you misunderstand. She is not a witch. It is difficult to understand but if you just let us into that box we will leave you be."

"This man had been bewitched! What other proof do we need? We must burn her in holy fire to cleanse this land!"

"Enough!" A loud voice cut through the voices of the townspeople. A well dressed man approached the crowd. He was flanked by two redcoats. "These are serious charges to level against someone. Normally I'd dismiss such superstitious nonsense. We might be god fearing but we are also civilized. Still, everyone has heard of the woman with black hair and black tattoos on her arms and chest that appears for a few moments year after year. I thought it was a silly tale, but here you are. You will come with me, and we will sort this out properly." The man turned and walked back the way he came. The two redcoats approached, and without touching them, made sure they followed him. - - - - - -

Oh no, Sarah thought, this is a disaster. Her date with Eric to explore the past had resulted in her being accused of witchcraft and both of them locked up in cells, even worse, separate cells.

She looked up as someone neared her cell. It was the well dressed man. He stared at her but of course she said nothing. Finally he broke the silence, "I am Issac Brock, lieutenant governor of Upper Canada. Who are you and why are you here?"

Sarah wasn't sure honestly would really work in this situation. She tried a different tack. "Well my name is Sarah and I am a witch. I mean you all no harm. I can't cast magic spells, but I am able to travel through time with the machine I used to get here. I've just been exploring, watching this city grow. I've done nothing to harm anyone."

Brock rubbed his chin. "Interesting. Your partner has been trying to convince me that you aren't witches. That you're from Kingston and you just like to wear black. Nevertheless it doesn't matter. You two have left me with quite a problem. I'm not going to have you executed, like many of the townspeople are calling for. They are just scared, but still, I have to placate them somehow. I'm going to hold a trial. You will testify that you are not a witch. I will declare you innocent, and then you will leave York. Understood?"

"Yes, but you see, we only have four hours before we will disappear back to our own time."

"Well if you really are a witch you will be saved, and if you are insane then God will save you. Until then." He nodded and walked away.

She sat on the cold hard ground and closed her eyes to wait. - - - - - -

Some time later she was startled awake by her cell opening. Eric was there and he entered and helped her to her feet.

"Come on." He said. "Let's go."

"What, Eric? What's going on?"

"Well they let me go, said they only needed to put you on trial. Then I managed to cause a distraction and then overpower the lone guard. I might not be a soldier, but I guess a lifetime of good nutrition means I'm actually quite tall and strong for this time period. Still we gotta hurry."

Quickly she took his hand and then ran out of the cell and out of the building. Sarah saw men putting out a fire and wondered if that was the distraction Eric caused. They ran away from the town but unfortunately they were spotted and a few villagers gave chase.

"The witch is getting away!" Someone yelled.

Sarah was worried, could they get hurt here? Could they die here? She decided she had to do something. She stopped and turned to face the villagers.

They seemed startled and they stopped too, about 100m away. She looked back at Eric and pointed at her mouth. Quickly Eric told her to speak.

Sarah moved her hands in a circle, "Leave us be or I'll turn you into toads. Hocus Pocus Alakazam..." she chanted. The villages went white and then turned and ran away.

Eric and Sarah resumed running away. Once civilization seemed far enough away they collapsed and leaned against a tree.

"Wow, this was certainly more excitement than I expected from this tiny town." Eric said.

"Ya. I'm sorry. I did use the machine to pop in and out every few years looking for a cool spot to stop. I never thought they would notice me. And I guess the goth look doesn't really jive with local culture."

"That's alright, it was kind of exciting causing a prison break. Well, judging from the sun I don't think we have much time left. What should we do?"

Sarah looked at him and bit her lip, was this really an appropriate time? She decided to ask anyway. "Well I am also a bit excited, maybe you'd be kind enough to grant me permission?"

Eric opened his eyes wide, she really wanted to masturbate now? Well, he guessed that was fine. "Ok. I can give you permission."

Sarah got on her knees and hiked her dress. No panties of course thanks to Eric, so she went straight for her pussy. She used her hand to stroke and rub, repeating the very familiar motions for her.

Soon she was on the verge, she looked at Eric, as if to ask him to speak. He noticed but just gave her a sly smile. He was going to make her work for it.

Thinking it's what he wanted she paused for a moment to pull his pants down. Freeing his dick she used one hand to stroke him and one hand to stroke herself.

She was stuck on the verge of orgasm but Eric was only just getting started. She reached up with one hand and ripped her lace bodice, exposing her breasts, hoping to excite him more. She felt his dick twitch as he watched her bare breasts swing free.

Now he was ready, he decided to let them cum together. "I'm going to cum." He told her.

"Master, may I cum too?" She begged.

"Yes!" Eric said as his dick unloaded on her hand. Sarah cried out as she came, her whole body shaking. Then suddenly Eric was gone and Sarah was sitting in the great hall, on her knees, tits out and covered in cum.