It appeared as if Gloria was going to stay the night with Steve and Angel. Having two extremely sexy women wanting you; should have been every red-blooded man's dream. However Gloria was the 26th Century's Queen of Sex, and she had almost killed him the last time they had made love. Which had only been a few hours ago, there was no way Steve wanted to be the meat in their sandwich tonight.
The truly scary thing was that Gloria could enflame him at will, using her futuristic potency drugs. However he dreaded to think what long-term damage these drugs would do to his body, and wanted to avoid finding out. He had just finished his rabbit stew; which he had wolfed down to try and satisfy the ravenous hunger caused by the aforementioned drugs.
It was ironic that he had just castrated and crucified a man to save a rabbits life, and was then offered a rabbit stew for his supper. You don't have to be insane to get through life but it doe's help, he thought to himself, as he tried to think of a way out of this situation.
'Alison! I have to go and see Alison' he cried in relief.
'Who the is Alison?' asked Gloria.
'Alison is Steve's 20th Century woman, he is trying to get her pregnant,' explained Angel helpfully.
'Yes Gloria, I have promised to try and get her pregnant and this is the best night to try. I'm sure an expert like yourself knows all about women's cycles etc,' he said more in hope than anticipation.
He was fortunate that Gloria was incapable of interfering in the process of getting a British woman pregnant. It was her main purpose in life, and she would never deny another woman the chance.
'Ok Steve, Angel and I will allow this Alison to join us in bed with you,' she said magnanimously.
'Oh for fucks sake Angel, please explain to your mother the taboos of this century. I'll see you tomorrow'. Discretion being the better part of valour, he jumped out leaving them to sort it out between them.
Steve had left Alison in order to find her missing children. He had discovered that the children were just bait in a trap for him and his QT device. The children had apparently never been in any danger, and had made their way back to the Orphanage safely.
Steve could have jumped back in time to meet Alison mere seconds after he had left her, but he was realising the difference between Linear Time and Biological time. In order to achieve any logical continuity he had to stick to his biological time reference, or he would get himself in a right temporal muddle.
Consequently as it had been almost two days since he had last seen her, he had to make a spatial jump to the Orphanage without any temporal factor. He had left Alison after making love to her in the country, outside the town in which the Orphanage was situated. It was nighttime in Thailand, when he materialised in the Orphanage.
Alison was on duty and patrolling the premises, when she saw him approaching her.
'Hello Stranger,' she said beaming her brilliant smile at her lover. Steve hugged her to him and kissed her lovingly.
'Sorry I had to whiz off darling but it was an emergency,' he said. She took him into the kitchen and made him a cup of tea, while he brought her up to date on Angel and her mother Gloria.
Steve had wrestled with his conscience, concerning whether he should tell Alison about his sexual experiences with Gloria. In the end it was more pragmatism than honesty; that made him tell her everything that had happened without editing out the sexual bits. Steve knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Angel would tell Alison all about him fucking Gloria.
Not in any vindictive or troublemaking way, but simply because to Angel's mind it was of no more importance than telling Alison about the rabbit stew he had eaten for his supper.
'Wow Steve, this takes a bit of absorption. I know you are fucking Angel, which I have no right to complain about as I came along much later. But I really don't know what to think about you fucking Angel's mother. How old is she for fuck's sake?' said Alison
Steve knew he was in Deep Shit here, and decided the only way to show Alison his side of the story, was to introduce her to Gloria. Without further ado, he jumped them both back to his house. As he had only been gone ten minutes, Angel and Gloria were still in the kitchen chatting. Angel showed no surprise, when a frowning Alison appeared out of the air.
Gloria was still getting used to people popping in and out of thin air, and jumped in surprise when they materialised.
'Hello Ali,' said an unperturbed Angel giving her a big hug and a kiss. 'Glad you could join us; I would like to introduce my Mother. Dr. Alison Fairweather, please meet Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to the King.'
Although Angel and Gloria had gone to the future to change their clothes Angel had chosen to wear jeans and tee shirt, and had suggested that Gloria do the same. She explained that it would help them blend in with the 20th Century. Gloria cavilled at this, preferring to wear one of her spray on cat suits.
It was only when Angel pointed out the difficulty of fucking whilst wearing a cat suit compared to a pair of jeans, that Gloria saw reason and capitulated to her daughters suggestion. Consequently Alison first saw Gloria in casual wear, leaning against the cooker eating a slice of toast. She was shorter than Alison, and if truth were said a bit plumper. She had a beautiful face with brilliant green eyes, framed by shoulder length auburn hair.
'Pleased to meet you Alison, I can call you Alison? Angel tells me that you are lovers,' said Gloria ' I can see why my daughter is interested in you, you are a very beautiful woman.' Alison blushed under Gloria's admiring gaze and grabbed hold of Steve's arm for protection. Although if asked she couldn't say what it was that she felt she needed protecting from.
This little woman seemed to radiate Sex in palpable waves; that filled the kitchen and resonated in Alison's groin.
'You are hereby forgiven Steve,' she whispered. ' I don't know what it is about Gloria, but I want to have sex with her and I've only just met her.'
'And that's at a distance,' he replied ' for fucks sake don't let her touch you with her nails or you'll be well and truly fucked. I know, I have the tee shirt.'
'Mother behave yourself in company, Ali is family and I love her. Turn off the sub-harmonics and be good,' scolded Angel smiling at her mother.
'You spoil all my fun Angela, I was only playing' said Gloria pouting prettily. Suddenly it was as if Alison had emerged from a spell, and Gloria became just a very attractive woman, instead of a Sexual siren.
'Please forgive Mother Ali, she is genetically designed for Sex and Procreation, and has the unofficial title of "Queen of Sex" in our time.'
'Thank you daughter, I can speak for myself,' interrupted Gloria.
'I do apologise Alison, I sometimes forget myself when I find myself surrounded by attractive people. As Steve has warned you I am fitted with Injectors under my nails that can dispense sexual enhancers. Also if I hum a certain song, it acts as a sub-harmonic stimulant which basically means that every one within range gets horny.'
'Now we have been properly introduced Alison, is there any chance of Sex please? Angel has explained to me that Steve is wary of Sexual drugs and I'm to stop using them on him. I don't think that's fair at all, how can I possibly compete with you two beautiful young girls without my secret tricks?'
Steve jumped in with the reminder to Alison, that this was only Gloria being 26th Century polite, and Alison could simply decline without causing offence. Alison however was a bit pissed off at Steve over his dalliance with Gloria and thought she would pay him back for that.
'Nonsense Steve, it would be rude of me to refuse such a compliment. I would be only to happy to relax with the girls while you get some well earned rest in the spare bedroom. I assume you can get me back to the Orphanage in your customary ten seconds,' said Alison smiling at a stunned Steve.
Like most drug induced highs Steve's had run it's course and he was now feeling exhausted. He honestly hadn't planned on having sex with Alison tonight, he had hoped for a cuddle and a sleep. This arrangement although surprising in the extreme suited him fine, and with kisses all round he staggered up the stairs to bed.
When Steve was out of earshot, Angel and Gloria sat down with Alison and told her of their plan to reward Steve for saving Gloria's life.
'The silly man thought I would be happy to just cook him a meal,' snorted Gloria. ' We Aristocrats pay our debts fully and with interest, and he is going to be rewarded whether he likes it or not.'
Alison listened with wonder, as the girls spelled out their plan for Steve. As far as she could understand it, he couldn't ask for a better reward than the one planned for him by these two women.
'Was your offer of Sex just a ploy to get him out of the way?' asked Alison slightly disappointedly.
'Good lord No my dear young girl, I would really like to get to know you better,' said Gloria. ' How better to get to know someone than by enjoying each other in bed?'
'Can I just ask if it isn't a taboo subject, how old are you Gloria?' asked Alison curiously. Gloria smiled at the girl's impertinence, and leaning over whispered into Alison's ear.
'Oh you lucky bitch, how the fuck can you look so fucking gorgeous?' exclaimed Alison in shock and envy.
'It's all in the Genes dear girl, all in the Genes,' replied Gloria proudly.
Giggling together they all went upstairs to the main bedroom. Angel knew that despite her words, Alison was still very nervous about making love to women. She also knew what to do about this. While Gloria was unconcernedly undressing by the bed, Angel told Alison to stand still while she undressed her.
Alison was happy to stand there as Angel removed her blouse and skirt, followed by her bra and knickers until she was standing naked in front of Gloria.
'Don't move Ali while I get undressed ordered Angel. She kissed Ali lightly on the mouth, whilst slapping her naked bottom in warning of what she would do if Alison dared to move. Angel was a dominant personality, and knew that Alison needed to be dominated, in order to allow her to really enjoy lesbian sex.
Alison felt safe with Angel; she envied her total confidence in herself and knew that it was based on solid fact. She had learned that Angel possessed frightening weapons built into her. Also she was armoured with an invisible sub-dermal mesh; that could stop a knife or a bullet from piercing her body.
'OH MY GOD Angel! Alison is so hairy, I have never seen so much pubic hair in my life' exclaimed Gloria, in surprise at her first sight of a naked 20th Century woman. Gloria walked over to a blushing Alison, and examined her body closely.
'Don't worry dear I won't hurt you, I'm just fascinated by all this hair.
Look you've even got hair under your arms, and there is a fine covering all over your body. What on earth do you need all this hair for?'
Alison looked to Angel for help.
'She might be a hairy little minx Mother but I can vouch for the fact that she fucks like a rabbit. She has made me beg for mercy before now,' said Angel, putting her naked arms around Alison and cupping her breasts.
'She's also got nice firm tits and a tight little bum as well' continued Angel, nibbling Alison's neck and slipping a possessive hand between her legs to rub her to wetness. Gloria was brushing her fingers lightly over Alison's breasts, to feel the light downy hair that covered her body.
'Please Gloria you're embarrassing me,' pleaded Alison feeling as if she was a hairy gorilla, compared to the smooth porcelain skin of the 26th Century women.
'Shhhh Ali darling, I just want to touch you' whispered Gloria, and holding Alison's head in her hands kissed her deeply on her mouth. With Angel's fingers working inside her labia, and Gloria's tongue working inside her mouth, Alison was brought to a surprised orgasm as she was sandwiched between their naked bodies.
Gloria was unfortunate enough to be within reach of Alison's teeth, and yelled in pain as Alison bit her hard on her neck in passion.
'Ow you little fucker, that hurt,' she complained rubbing her neck.
'Sorry Gloria, when I bite Angel she doesn't complain, do you my sexy Amazon?' she purred. Alison began rubbing her now wet pubes onto Angel's fingers to drive them deeper into her body.
'I should think not, the amount of credit it cost her to have herself armoured' grumbled Gloria, looking around for a mirror to inspect the damage.
'Don't worry mum, its just a love bite, and I assume you have had more than your fair share of those in your life' said Angel. Angel patted Alison on her naked bottom, and told her to go and kneel on the bed.
'As you have hurt Gloria it is only fair that you lick her to orgasm, whilst I play with you,' said Angel to Alison, as Gloria lay on her back on the bed and opened her legs. Alison knelt between Gloria's legs and had a perfect view of a totally hairless vagina.
Alison was happy to lick Gloria, and opening her labia with her fingers proceed to do so with enthusiasm. Gloria was so pleased and relaxed by this; that she unconsciously began to hum her little tune to herself. This was something she always did during sex, and it had become a part of her seduction of a new lover.
The sub-harmonics filled the room, enhancing their already excited sexual organs and bringing them all close to orgasm. Alison stopped licking Gloria long enough to gasp 'what are you doing back there Angel, you're going to make me come again.'
'I'm rubbing my nipples over your bottom, if you must know Miss Nosy. Just concentrate on licking my Mother and allow me to play with your arse,' replied Angel running her nipple between the cheeks of Alison's bottom.
As she had warned Angel, the feeling of nipples brushing against her naked bottom caused Alison to orgasm again, splashing Angel with her juices. Angel smiled her wicked smile, as she allowed Alison's juices to flow into her cupped hand.
Crawling up to Alison's head she grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her mouth away from Gloria's vagina. Alison opened her mouth to ask what was going on, Angel put her hand that was full of Alison's cunt juice over her open mouth, and ordered her to drink it all up and lick her hand clean afterwards.
When she had complied, Alison thought to ask what it was that she had just drunk.
'It was your own cunt juice you oversexed bitch,' replied Angel rubbing the remnant of Alison's juices over her face.
'Oh you dirty Bitch, I'll get you for that don't you fret,' promised Alison as Angel pushed her face back onto Gloria's wet cunt.
'Threaten me will you?' growled Angel now fully aroused, and lowering her head to Alison's bottom, she bit her arse cheek leaving a set of indentations like a brand.
'You're my bitch Ali, and don't you forget it or there will be spankings over my knee' she threatened, fingering Alison's wet cunt again until once more she orgasmed.
As Alison orgasmed for the third time, Gloria chose that moment to have her first one, and holding Alison's head tightly to her groin by her hair came over Alison's face. If Gloria's humming caused such a sexual reaction in those around her, then her howl of orgasmic passion was guaranteed to push those close to orgasm well over the edge. Angel doubled over, as her orgasm smashed into her unexpectedly.
'Oh you fucking cunt Mother,' she gasped as waves of pleasure ran through her body. 'I was trying to hold out a bit longer before I came.'
Gloria just smiled and asked Alison to 69 her. ' I want a good close look at your hairy cunt dear,' she explained as Alison positioned herself as requested.
'No Alison, you have already licked her now its my turn said Angel, repositioning Alison so she was still squatting over Gloria's face, but now had her head between Angels legs.
'Knock yourself out Mother,' said Angel. ' Lick my cunt Bitch,' she ordered Alison.
Whilst Alison was licking Angel, Gloria was running her fingers though Alison's pubic hair. She was enthralled at its thickness, and felt the need to rub her face in it. She breathed in Alison's musky smell, and relished the taste of her juices on her tongue.
Gloria had fucked lots of women in her long life, but this hairy cunt was a first, and she wanted to be able to remember this for a long time. She had honestly forgotten that she was still humming her tune; when Alison coming into her mouth and over her face reminded her of it;
'You sexy fucker' she spluttered, rubbing her eyes where Alison's juices had splashed. Angel had been concentrating on the feel of Alison's tongue on her labia, and was nearing her own orgasm.
She was very pleased that despite having a sub-dermal armoured mesh all over her body, she could still feel something as light and titillating as a woman's tongue on her most private of places. Thinking of Alison licking her pushed her into her second orgasm. This was a gentler one, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt her own love juices flowing out of her vagina and over her lovers face. As all the girls had now orgasmed, some more than once, they snuggled up to each other and went to sleep.
The next morning Steve woke up feeling more like his old self, he staggered towards the shower but was stopped by three naked women.
'Oh no you don't mister,' said Angel, ' Gloria wants us all to share a shower and your primitive plastic box isn't big enough. We are all going to go to my place where we can have a proper shower and breakfast together.'
Angel had already packed his clothes and sword, so the next thing he knew he was being thrown bodily into Angel's pool in her apartment in 26th Century London. With squeals of delight the girls jumped in after him, and the soaping and fun began.
Alison was really enjoying herself; she had already formed a bond with Angel, and looked upon her as a friend and protector. She found herself really attracted to Gloria, so much so that she had to be reassured that there were no sexual tricks involved. Alison had never thought she would ever make love to a woman, but Angel had shown her how liberating it could be.
Alison had to admit that the dangerous aura that surrounded Angel, contributed to her desire for her. She was attracted to Gloria in quite a different way. Gloria was, despite her rampant sexuality, a Mother figure. Now Alison knew her true age she simply couldn't be jealous of her.
Gloria exuded love and comfort, as well as sheer sexuality. Alison could totally relax in her arms, and enjoy the feeling of being loved by a woman. It was Gloria who left the pool first, claiming that she had to cook the breakfast. While she was gone, Alison and Steve played under the artificial waterfall that served as Angels shower. Angel had gone into her bedroom to programme her spray booth, for when she eventually decided to get dressed.
'I love you Dr. Fairweather,' said Steve kissing her lovingly.
'I love you Dr. Snip,' she replied rubbing her naked body against his.
'Oh no Ali, Dr. Snip isn't here, only ordinary old Steven Steele. I'm beginning to think I suffer from a split personality lately,' he confided. 'When I'm with you I am Steve, ex-para, ex-cop all round good guy. However of late when I am on a mission I become Dr. Snip psychopath and murderer. Perhaps its just my mind trying to distance itself from what Snip doe's, but I have noticed it and it seems to work for me.'
'We all have Dark sides Steve, if anyone tried to hurt my children I don't know what I would do. Until I am tested I can't judge you and I won't.'
'Come on kid's stop fucking about and get your breakfast,' yelled Gloria from the kitchen.
They were all starving, and wearing bathrobes, fell upon the large cooked breakfast like wolves. Steve was tucking into the bacon and eggs with lots of toast. His body was demanding food to replace the vast amounts of energy expended, due to the drugs he had been given by Gloria.
Angel always ate well; her body ran hot due to her high metabolism and needed lots of fuel to keep her going. Gloria also ate well, due to the amount of sexual energy she expended on a regular basis. Alison tried her best but was soon full, so busied herself making and serving the copious amounts of tea that everyone consumed.
'Do you still get your Tea from India?' she asked as she poured.
'Oh yes,' replied Gloria, ' India is back under British rule again as is South Africa, pass the toast please Steve.'
After they had eaten their fill, Angel noticed Gloria's hands slipping under Steve's robe.
'Mother behave yourself, he will need his energy today.'
'Sorry dear,' said Gloria contritely removing her hand.
Steve was surprised when all the girls gathered around him after breakfast and helped him get dressed. They seemed determined that he would look his best. When they were satisfied they told him to sit still and not move, until they had got dressed. After such a massive breakfast, Steve was happy to be able to sit quietly and digest his food in peace.
The girls were in Angel's dressing room, Alison looked on, as Angel stood naked except for a thong, in her spray booth. For this occasion she had chosen a modest black colour, which setoff her blond hair perfectly.
Gloria was going to wear a pink cat suit, until Angel threatened to spank her. In the end she chose a dark green cat suit; that matched her eyes. Alison watched in fascination as the spray booth evenly sprayed to insulating material onto the women's naked bodies until it appeared they were wearing skin tight cat suits.
Angel persuaded Alison to try out a spray on cat suit, she assured her that if it didn't suit her she could quickly wash it off. Alison chose a deep golden colour, and was pleasantly surprised that her body looked pretty good in it. Angel found a gold chain to act as a belt, and a gold headband to hold back Alison's blond hair.
'I look like one of Charlie's Angels, she thought to herself.
She was surprised when Gloria then put on a green cape, edged with white ermine. Angel also wore a cape, black but without the fur.
'Do I get a cape?' asked Alison.
'No dear,' said Gloria, 'I am an Aristocrat so I am entitled to wear a cape trimmed with ermine. Angel is my blood daughter so can wear a cape but isn't allowed ermine. You are a British commoner so you aren't allowed a cape, its all tradition at these sort of things,' she explained offhandedly.
Alison wasn't worried about wearing a cape, she was looking forward to seeing the look on Steve's face as he saw her all but naked in public. Steve was amazed and delighted when the three girls returned, and stood before him in all their glory.
'You are all very beautiful,' he said admiringly, ' what's the occasion?'
'We have all been invited to meet a friend of mine' said Gloria, nodding to Angel.
Without further warning, Angel jumped them all to a large lawn behind an imposing building. Steve thought he should know this place, but it wouldn't come to him. There was a small group of people standing under an open sided marquee, and Gloria led them towards it. The group of people turned to watch as they approached. It consisted of one large handsome man, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women.
The man was big and strong, well over 6ft tall with an aura of unconscious power emanating from him. His face was pure Aristocratic, clean cut with good bone structure. His hair was a thick wavy blond mane that hung to his broad shoulders, and his eyes were a brilliant blue.
Those eyes were focused on Steve as he approached, noting the archaic dress and the hilt of a sword protruding from the sheath sewn into the spine of the greatcoat.
'Welcome Steven Steele,' he said in a deep masculine voice, ' I have heard good things about you. I owe you a great favour for saving my favourite Handmaiden.'
Steve realised he was in the presence of the King of Great Britain, Richard the Seventh. They were gathered on the back lawn of Buckingham Palace. Angel had previously informed him, that this man ruled most of the world, and influenced the rest. He was the nearest thing to genetic purity that 26th Century science could produce. He was a certified genius with an IQ off the scale, and as well as running the Country in partnership with the Govenment, he managed to service as many women as his sexually enhanced body could handle.
However we all have Favourite's, and Gloria was the King's Favourite and had been for years. Richard loved his sexy little minx, and Angel as a representative of the BTO had asked for an Audience. She told him that Steve had rescued Gloria from certain death; he was shocked that anyone would want to hurt his darling let alone kill her. Being sincerely grateful, he asked Angel what Steve would like as a reward.
Angel explained Steve's self appointed mission in life, and how it had made him a hunted man in the eyes of the 20th Century police, and the 26th Century BTO. The King almost growled like the lion he resembled, when he heard of the type of criminals that Steve, as Dr. Snip hunted. Richard was a Briton, and had inherited the love and respect that all Britons felt for their children.
The sort of criminal that Dr. Snip hunted in the 20th Century; was all but eradicated in Britain in the 26th Century. Anyone found guilty of such a crime against the young, was stripped of their Citizenship and forcibly ejected from the country. Worse yet their genetic material was removed from the State banks, and destroyed,
Angel had asked that the King give Steven Steele a.k.a. Dr. Snip, a Royal Pardon for his past and future crimes. This effectively meant that the BTO would get off his back and leave him alone. This was a big thing to ask for, but Richard agreed and had the Royal Pardon drawn up on vellum to hand to Steve with his personal thanks.
Steve was called forward by one of the beautiful escorts to the King. Unsure of the protocol to be followed, Steve settled for a Japanese style bow from the waist, whilst keeping his eyes on the Kings face. Richard handed him the vellum, and told him that he had been given a Royal Pardon, for his past and future activities in his mission to protect the children of the world. The king told him that the vellum was just a symbol. The real pardon was impressed onto his implant, and recorded with the World Brain for perpetuity.
Steve didn't know what to say so just thanked the King, and bowed again from the waist. This brought his sword to the attention of Richard, who asked about it. When told by Angel that it was the legendary Excalibur itself, Richard asked if he might hold it for a while.
Steve couldn't refuse, and drawing the sword handed it hilt first to the king.
'So this is Excalibur, the most famous of British swords, thought lost but now found,' said Richard in awe, feeling the weight and perfect balance of the shining blade of Kings.
'Kneel please Steven Steele,' he asked holding the sword in both hands. Such was the power of his voice that Steve knelt on the lawn, and felt the light touch of his own blade on both shoulders.
'Arise Sir Steven Steele, Knight of the British Empire,' ordered the King to polite applause from all there.
Steve was surprised and pleased at the Honour but didn't realise its full import, until Gloria whispered to him that he was now a British Aristocrat and could impregnate Angel if he so wished. The King reluctantly handed back his sword, and he sheathed it in a daze. Steve saw Angel looking at him in a strange way, as was Alison. He decided to think about the ramifications of this tomorrow, and followed the King to the buffet table, and the Bar.
After nibbles and more than a few drinks, Steve was finding Richard a fine fellow. Gloria seemed to be attached to him at the hip, as Richard kept his arm around her. He constantly stroked her, as if to reassure himself that she was still there. The rest of the King's Harem seemed to accept this with good grace, and more than one of the beauties offered sex to Steve. He was very tempted, but catching Alison looking at him politely turned all offers down with a smile.
He was inordinately pleased when he overheard the king offer sex to Angel. This was the highest honour a woman could hope for. He was preparing to congratulate Angel on this opportunity for sex with the most eligible bachelor on the planet, when to his total astonishment he heard her politely turn the King down.
As the king good-naturedly accepted her answer and wandered away, Gloria looked daggers at her daughter and whispered 'what the fuck are you playing at you stupid girl? Angel flicked a glance at Steve and shrugged her lovely shoulders.
'You must be fucking joking girl, no woman turns down the King for a primitive, no matter how good he is in the sack.'hissed Gloria angrily.
'You told me you thought you loved Steve,' accused Angel hotly.
'Love has nothing to do with Genetics girl; the King is the best possible genetic match for you. Once you are pregnant by him, you can marry Steve if you wish and live happily ever after.'
'Yes mother, I agree totally, but unfortunately Steve just wouldn't be able to see it like that. If I was pregnant by another man he would leave me and I couldn't stand that.'
'Fuck me daughter, I now realise that my love for Steve is like a match compared to your sun. Take them home dearest daughter and I wish you all the luck in the world.' So saying Gloria moved back to her King's side, and snuggled into her place under his arm. Angel called Steve and Alison to her side, and with a last regretful look at her King, she jumped them back to Steve's Kitchen.
'Another eventful ten seconds' quipped Alison, 'I really have to be getting back to my children. I know in my head it will only have been ten seconds that I will have been away but my heart tells me different.'
'I'll take her Steve if you don't mind said Angel. So with a last lingering kiss from Alison, and a quick peck on the cheek from Angel the girls vanished.
Steve was left to his own devices, and as was his habit he began to polish Excalibur. He sat and went over all that had happened to him, during the last day or so. All in all it had been a positive time for him. He had saved Mary and Gloria. He had made love to Mary and Gloria. He had killed the rogue Storm trooper. He had received a Royal Pardon from the King of Britain. He was now a Knight and an Aristocrat.
It was this last positive event; that he feared would cause him the most trouble in his love life. He was a 20th Century man prone to jealousy; Alison was from his century and was also prone to jealousy. As long as he was her lover and was trying his best to give her a baby, he knew she tolerated Angel in his life.
Angel had stated unequivocally, that she couldn't have a baby by Steve because he wasn't an Aristocrat. This had given Alison confidence that she was the main woman in his world. The ironic thing was that she was the main woman in his life.
Would Angel decide to ask him to give her a baby? He prayed that she wouldn't, and felt like a big shit for thinking such a thing. He needed to do what he did so well, and kick Ass somewhere. He turned to his computer and called up any flagged items listed for his attention.
He had meant what he had said to Alison, about Dr.Snip. Steve was coming to believe, that he was becoming a Jeckell and Hyde person. He had noticed that Snip was becoming more violent, as time went on. The rabbit business had shown Steve that Snip had overreacted, by crucifying the pervert as well as castrating him.
He would make an effort to be more reasonable in future, perhaps even involve the police and let them deal with the culprits. Also the incident with Mary had brought home to him that adults were once children, so perhaps he should widen his area of involvement to include other crimes.
Again in Mary's case Snip seemed to have overreacted, by amputating the bastard's arms and legs. Steve also belatedly realised that it was all very well for Snip to Amputate the mans arms and legs, but that meant that some poor bastard of a carer would be stuck waiting on the rapist for the rest of his life.
He could hear Snip in the back of his mind, suggesting that they go to the Hospital where the man was, and finish the job.
Thinking of Mary; made him accept the fact that he wanted to see her again. All the women in his world were becoming more and more complex, and Mary seemed to be the simplest of them all. Not simple as in daft, but simple as in uncomplicated.
Perhaps if he helped the police a bit more and arranged it so they got to arrest more perverts and criminals, they might ease off in trying to catch him. Fat chance of that he thought gloomily. Anyway all this brooding was getting him nowhere, so he began to study the list of possibilities.
One case caught Snip's interest, and he swore violently at the screen. A father had killed his four children by suffocating them, and then killed himself with a shot to the head. Snip was furious at the selfish fucking bastard. If he wanted to kill himself fine, but to kill innocent children, his own children at that, made Snip see red. He found himself gearing up for battle, as he downloaded the data into his implant.
I don't give a flying fuck about your problems Mister he thought, but you are not taking your kids with you when you go. Such was his rage that he miscalculated the exact time, or perhaps the police records were inaccurate. The end result was that instead of arriving at the scene just before the event, he actually arrived just in time to hear a shot from inside the house where the family lived.
Snip veritably snarled in annoyance, and was going to jump back a few minutes. Then to his surprise four men left the house, and jumping into a black van roared off in the direction of the nearby Motorway. Realising that he was too late to help the kids this time round, he decided to follow the van and find out what the fuck was going on here.
He learnt from his mistakes the last time he tried to follow a van, this time he simply jumped onto the roof via his QT, stuck a tracer onto the steel roof and then jumped off again. Snip made himself comfortable on a nearby park bench, and closing his eyes monitored the progress of the van using his implant as it headed towards the nearest big town. Eventually it stopped, and Snip realised it had reached its destination.
He Phase shifted and jumped to a location a few yards from the van, and stood still when he materialised. Standing still he was effectively invisible, so the men entering the building simply didn't see him. When they had all entered the building he followed stealthily. He watched as they knocked politely on a door; that was one of many along what was now obviously a Hotel corridor.
The van had parked to the rear of the building, so Snip had no clue as yet to the particular Hotel he was in. He could have jumped into the room and laid about with his sword, but he wanted answers and decided to use one of his 26th Century gadgets that Merlin had given him.
It was a mosquito to all intents and purposes, but this one was a miniature camera and sound recorder. It lived in a pocket of his utility belt next to his QT device, and this was the first opportunity he had to try it out. He removed it from the pocket, and via his implant sent it under the door and up onto the ceiling of the room.
The four men were standing around a desk behind which a man was ranting.
'That will teach the fucking bitch to leave me. I can't wait to see her face when she comes home and discovers that her so fucking perfect second husband; has killed his three kids and the one they spawned together. This will pay her back for daring to divorce me when she found out what I really do for a living.' He was red faced and gesticulating wildly, as the four men stood uncomfortably in front of him.
He calmed down enough to say 'Well done men here is your payment as agreed, you can now go back to your own city and forget this ever happened.'
The leader of the four picked up the heavy envelope, and without a further word they left the room.
'It doesn't end here' the man muttered to himself, 'I'll wait until the cunt has buried her new family, and then I'll grab her and tell her it was me who killed them. Then I'll rape her for old times sake, and then kill her slowly. How dare she treat me like that how fucking dare she?' He screamed to the empty room.
Snip stood outside the room digesting this information. It appears that he and the police had been cleverly mislead by the man inside the room, into thinking that the father had killed the kids and then committed suicide. Snip jumped to a nearby park, and sitting on a bench contacted Merlin and asked him to scan the files regarding the wife of the dead man.
It was a matter of public record that the woman in question had indeed been married previously to a rich businessman, and had divorced him despite his attempts to dissuade her. Merlin's search engines had discovered deeply buried data, proving that the man was heavily involved in human trafficking. He supplied the whorehouses of Britain, with girls from the former Soviet Union. The police knew nothing of his illicit activities, and he had never been arrested.
'I think a page out of Little Red Riding Hood might work here, thought Snip as he jumped back in time to the family home. This time he arrived early and knocked on the door. A small neat looking man answered the door, and was obviously startled by the sight of a big man in a black greatcoat standing on his doorstep.
'Yes, can I help you?' He asked looking up at Snip. He was handed a calling card that simply had the name Dr. Snip embossed on it.
'Oh my God, what on earth could you want with me? I swear I am a good family man, and would never hurt children' he stammered obviously knowing Snip's fearsome reputation.
'Have no fear Bruce,' said Steve in a quiet voice, 'I'm not here for you, I've come to protect you and your children.'
Bruce was tempted to accuse this man of joking, but one glance told him that there was very little humour in this wanted killer.
'Please come in and explain who is trying to hurt us,' said Bruce and ushered Snip into the living room.
'I need to know where you can go for a short while, do you have any relatives you can visit?' Steve asked calmly.
'Well there is always my Mother, she lives in Edinborough and complains that she doesn't see enough of the kids,' offered Bruce helpfully.
'Please pack bags for you and the children and be quick' said Steve firmly.
Sensing he was really in danger Bruce hurriedly packed two suitcases, and gathered the four children around him.
'Hello kids' said Steve to the young awestruck faces looking up at him.
'I am a Magician and I am going to show you all a trick. Please close your eyes until I count to three.'
Steve already had the co-ordinates of Bruce's mother's house, and before he reached the count of three he jumped them all into her back garden. He caught Bruce, as he fainted due to the shock of time travelling for the first time. The four young children seemed unaffected, and stood there looking around them in wonder. A sensible looking woman came out of the back door of the house.
Her face lit up in a beaming smile as she recognised the children. Steve explained that Bruce had fainted, but would be fine in a minute and he would be back shortly to check up on him. He waved at the kids, and walking around to the front of the house jumped back to Bruce's home.
He had time to leave the front door ajar, and then stood in a corner of the sitting room waiting for the killers. Snip heard the sound of a van pulling up outside the house, and a little later a quiet creak as the front door was opened. He heard footsteps running up the stairs, as the hit team checked the bedrooms. Finally the four killers burst into the sitting room, convinced that the family must be in there.
'Fuck it,' swore the leader of the group, ' they were supposed to be in at this time, there's no one here.'
Snip had phase shifted and was standing still in the corner of the room.
'I'm here,' he said coldly. The men were professionals, and stood back to back their guns covering the room.
'Who said that?' demanded the leader belligerently.
'Death' replied Snip, drawing his sword and moving towards the group. The leader thought he saw a part of the room move towards him, he blinked his eyes as a transparent humanoid shape with a glass sword approached. He had time to notice the red edges of the sword, before Excalibur blurred down and sliced into his left collarbone.
The intense sub-atomic forces playing along the swords cutting edges; cut through the leaders body like butter and the hissing blade exited his body from his right side just above the hip. The three followers watched in stunned horror, as the leader's body parted along a diagonal line and the top part slipped to the floor. Despite the dreadful dissection there was not a drop of blood split, as the ravening energies cauterised the horrible wound.
This was the main reason Snip had phased for the attack; he didn't want Bruce and the kids returning to an abattoir. He also didn't want the room shot up, so jumped himself and the four killers to the spot near the North Pole where he had transported Crusher Carnelli. Seeing the three killers lying unconscious on the snow next to the dissected body of their leader, Snip decided to stop the slaughter and allow nature to take her revenge on these child killers.
He came out of phase, and leaving the three killers, jumped back to Bruce and the kids in Edinborough.
'Hello Mister,' piped a small voice as one of Bruce's children spotted him as he walked around into the back garden. Bruce had recovered, and was vainly trying to explain to his mother how he had arrived there.
Steve explained to Bruce's mother that he was a type of policeman, and had taken Bruce and the children into temporary protective custody. However the danger was past and they could return home if they wished.
'We must get home, my wife will be home soon and I always make her dinner for her at weekends,' said Bruce to Steve.
'No problem said Steve smiling at Bruce's mum, I'll have you back home in a jiffy.'
Steve waiting patiently; as Bruce and the kids, hugged and kissed his Mother; before walking them around to the front of the house. Once out of sight of her he jumped them back home. This time Bruce was just a bit dizzy, and had to sit down on the sofa. Into the room walked an attractive woman, who looked enquiringly at Steve standing surrounded by her children.
'I'll leave you in your wife's capable hands' said Steve, and smiling at the puzzled woman calmly walked out of the room and jumped to the Hotel. He knocked on the door and was yelled at to come in. The man was sitting at his desk, leaning forward slightly as if anxious to hear the news of the children's deaths.
'Who the fuck are you?' he bellowed looking behind Snip in case his four killers were there.
'I'm your Death,' said Snip and jumped them to the same spot in the snow where he had left the killers. Although the man had fainted, the three living killers had revived and were standing in a group shivering in the biting wind.
'Where are we?' one asked Snip as he stood silently in the snow.
'You are in Hell,' he replied coldly. 'The frozen Hell reserved for killers of the innocent, have a nice day.'
With that Steve jumped back to his kitchen, leaving them to freeze to death slowly. He busied himself making the tea, and finally sat down divested of coat and sword like any other man in his kitchen. The outcome had been completely different to the one he had imagined, and he was pleased it had worked out like it had.
He wished Bruce and his wife all the best for the future, and toasted them with his tea. Steve felt a bit better in himself; he had hardly killed anyone and reasoned that he was getting control of Dr. Snip. His only problems now were what to do about Alison, Angel, Gloria and perhaps Mary.
Alison he decided; deserved more of his time than she had been getting. If indeed she wanted a baby, then he had better get serious about it or all his work would have been a waste. Angel would have to decide for herself if she also wanted to get pregnant. Knowing her she wouldn't, as she enjoyed her life too much as it was to change it just yet.
Gloria was a phenomenon; she had captivated him so quickly that his head was spinning. His mind knew it was possibly due to the drugs she had pumped into him, but his heart wanted more of the Queen of Sex.
As for his little Mary, that had been a mistake. But it had been such a wonderful mistake, and he berated himself for wanting to repeat it.
'Merlin are you free?' he asked the empty kitchen.
'I'm free,' replied the old wizard who appeared to be sitting opposite him.
'Doe's an AI have sexual problems? Old friend.'
'That's a hard question Steve, for a start I don't know what sex I am. Humans seem to have given me a male gender but there is no logic behind that premise. Who knows perhaps one day another AI of my calibre will evolve, and we may become friends.'
Steve shrugged, if the World Brain couldn't help him then nothing could.
Angel had offered to take Alison home for a reason; she needed to talk to her lover and friend, and knew that it would be difficult. Upon returning to the Orphanage Alison offered Angel tea, and listened to her as she made it.
'Who would have thought that Steve would have been made an Aristocrat?' remarked Angel as preamble.
'It means he can give you a baby' said Alison, cutting to the chase.
'That's what I first thought, and I must admit my heart leapt at the idea of bearing Steve's child,' replied Angel sadly. 'However I realised that in our culture even someone as powerful as our King, can only grant an honorary rise to the Aristocracy. The British Aristocrat exists not because of the Kings will, but because their genes are the purest of the race. Much as I love Steve, he is still a primitive and I couldn't sully my genetic strain with his genes. No Alison he still can't give me a child, so you have nothing to fear from me.'
Alison was annoyed at herself for feeling so relived to hear this news. The part of her that loved Angel; was sad that she couldn't give Steve the ultimate gift a woman can give a man. However the animal part of her was glad that she couldn't, and Alison felt like shit for admitting this to herself.
'If you could get pregnant, would you?' she had to ask.
'No Ali, I am only in my twenties, Gloria has had four children including me, and she didn't start until she was in her seventies. I'm far too young to have a baby in my Century.'
To change the subject Angel then explained the difference between Linear time and Biological time to Alison, and warned her that although it may only be a few hours for Steve before he saw her again, it would be a few days for Alison.
'I have to concentrate on my children anyway,' she replied Alison bravely. Kissing Angel lovingly, she stood and watched as her friend; rival and lover vanished into the future.
Steve thought all his troubles were caused by the women in his life. He was very much mistaken. He had assumed that the rogue Storm Trooper had been killed, when he exploded a Gas Tank beneath it. That was his first mistake. He knew even if it was only badly injured, it would take time to fix it so he would have a respite from its attacks. That was his second mistake. He forgot that the Storm Trooper and its masters had their own QT device. Even if it took ten Biological years to repair the Trooper, it could jump back in time and attack him now.
As a matter of fact it took one year to repair the Trooper, and it was standing to attention in front of its masters again.
'We must obtain his QT device in order to kidnap the King', stated the leader of the Sword of Allah.
'This time there must be no mistakes, our Trooper must have the latest weapons and the best intelligence to succeed in its mission.'
The Storm Trooper had suffered so much damage that it couldn't recall how Snip had managed to defeat it. "The sword of Allah" therefore, knew nothing of his ability to Phase shift. However the Trooper had remembered a Monofilament blade being used by Snip, and this fact influenced its masters next attack. Dr. Snip was too dangerous to attack directly, this time they would target his lover Angel.
To be continued...
The truly scary thing was that Gloria could enflame him at will, using her futuristic potency drugs. However he dreaded to think what long-term damage these drugs would do to his body, and wanted to avoid finding out. He had just finished his rabbit stew; which he had wolfed down to try and satisfy the ravenous hunger caused by the aforementioned drugs.
It was ironic that he had just castrated and crucified a man to save a rabbits life, and was then offered a rabbit stew for his supper. You don't have to be insane to get through life but it doe's help, he thought to himself, as he tried to think of a way out of this situation.
'Alison! I have to go and see Alison' he cried in relief.
'Who the is Alison?' asked Gloria.
'Alison is Steve's 20th Century woman, he is trying to get her pregnant,' explained Angel helpfully.
'Yes Gloria, I have promised to try and get her pregnant and this is the best night to try. I'm sure an expert like yourself knows all about women's cycles etc,' he said more in hope than anticipation.
He was fortunate that Gloria was incapable of interfering in the process of getting a British woman pregnant. It was her main purpose in life, and she would never deny another woman the chance.
'Ok Steve, Angel and I will allow this Alison to join us in bed with you,' she said magnanimously.
'Oh for fucks sake Angel, please explain to your mother the taboos of this century. I'll see you tomorrow'. Discretion being the better part of valour, he jumped out leaving them to sort it out between them.
Steve had left Alison in order to find her missing children. He had discovered that the children were just bait in a trap for him and his QT device. The children had apparently never been in any danger, and had made their way back to the Orphanage safely.
Steve could have jumped back in time to meet Alison mere seconds after he had left her, but he was realising the difference between Linear Time and Biological time. In order to achieve any logical continuity he had to stick to his biological time reference, or he would get himself in a right temporal muddle.
Consequently as it had been almost two days since he had last seen her, he had to make a spatial jump to the Orphanage without any temporal factor. He had left Alison after making love to her in the country, outside the town in which the Orphanage was situated. It was nighttime in Thailand, when he materialised in the Orphanage.
Alison was on duty and patrolling the premises, when she saw him approaching her.
'Hello Stranger,' she said beaming her brilliant smile at her lover. Steve hugged her to him and kissed her lovingly.
'Sorry I had to whiz off darling but it was an emergency,' he said. She took him into the kitchen and made him a cup of tea, while he brought her up to date on Angel and her mother Gloria.
Steve had wrestled with his conscience, concerning whether he should tell Alison about his sexual experiences with Gloria. In the end it was more pragmatism than honesty; that made him tell her everything that had happened without editing out the sexual bits. Steve knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Angel would tell Alison all about him fucking Gloria.
Not in any vindictive or troublemaking way, but simply because to Angel's mind it was of no more importance than telling Alison about the rabbit stew he had eaten for his supper.
'Wow Steve, this takes a bit of absorption. I know you are fucking Angel, which I have no right to complain about as I came along much later. But I really don't know what to think about you fucking Angel's mother. How old is she for fuck's sake?' said Alison
Steve knew he was in Deep Shit here, and decided the only way to show Alison his side of the story, was to introduce her to Gloria. Without further ado, he jumped them both back to his house. As he had only been gone ten minutes, Angel and Gloria were still in the kitchen chatting. Angel showed no surprise, when a frowning Alison appeared out of the air.
Gloria was still getting used to people popping in and out of thin air, and jumped in surprise when they materialised.
'Hello Ali,' said an unperturbed Angel giving her a big hug and a kiss. 'Glad you could join us; I would like to introduce my Mother. Dr. Alison Fairweather, please meet Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to the King.'
Although Angel and Gloria had gone to the future to change their clothes Angel had chosen to wear jeans and tee shirt, and had suggested that Gloria do the same. She explained that it would help them blend in with the 20th Century. Gloria cavilled at this, preferring to wear one of her spray on cat suits.
It was only when Angel pointed out the difficulty of fucking whilst wearing a cat suit compared to a pair of jeans, that Gloria saw reason and capitulated to her daughters suggestion. Consequently Alison first saw Gloria in casual wear, leaning against the cooker eating a slice of toast. She was shorter than Alison, and if truth were said a bit plumper. She had a beautiful face with brilliant green eyes, framed by shoulder length auburn hair.
'Pleased to meet you Alison, I can call you Alison? Angel tells me that you are lovers,' said Gloria ' I can see why my daughter is interested in you, you are a very beautiful woman.' Alison blushed under Gloria's admiring gaze and grabbed hold of Steve's arm for protection. Although if asked she couldn't say what it was that she felt she needed protecting from.
This little woman seemed to radiate Sex in palpable waves; that filled the kitchen and resonated in Alison's groin.
'You are hereby forgiven Steve,' she whispered. ' I don't know what it is about Gloria, but I want to have sex with her and I've only just met her.'
'And that's at a distance,' he replied ' for fucks sake don't let her touch you with her nails or you'll be well and truly fucked. I know, I have the tee shirt.'
'Mother behave yourself in company, Ali is family and I love her. Turn off the sub-harmonics and be good,' scolded Angel smiling at her mother.
'You spoil all my fun Angela, I was only playing' said Gloria pouting prettily. Suddenly it was as if Alison had emerged from a spell, and Gloria became just a very attractive woman, instead of a Sexual siren.
'Please forgive Mother Ali, she is genetically designed for Sex and Procreation, and has the unofficial title of "Queen of Sex" in our time.'
'Thank you daughter, I can speak for myself,' interrupted Gloria.
'I do apologise Alison, I sometimes forget myself when I find myself surrounded by attractive people. As Steve has warned you I am fitted with Injectors under my nails that can dispense sexual enhancers. Also if I hum a certain song, it acts as a sub-harmonic stimulant which basically means that every one within range gets horny.'
'Now we have been properly introduced Alison, is there any chance of Sex please? Angel has explained to me that Steve is wary of Sexual drugs and I'm to stop using them on him. I don't think that's fair at all, how can I possibly compete with you two beautiful young girls without my secret tricks?'
Steve jumped in with the reminder to Alison, that this was only Gloria being 26th Century polite, and Alison could simply decline without causing offence. Alison however was a bit pissed off at Steve over his dalliance with Gloria and thought she would pay him back for that.
'Nonsense Steve, it would be rude of me to refuse such a compliment. I would be only to happy to relax with the girls while you get some well earned rest in the spare bedroom. I assume you can get me back to the Orphanage in your customary ten seconds,' said Alison smiling at a stunned Steve.
Like most drug induced highs Steve's had run it's course and he was now feeling exhausted. He honestly hadn't planned on having sex with Alison tonight, he had hoped for a cuddle and a sleep. This arrangement although surprising in the extreme suited him fine, and with kisses all round he staggered up the stairs to bed.
When Steve was out of earshot, Angel and Gloria sat down with Alison and told her of their plan to reward Steve for saving Gloria's life.
'The silly man thought I would be happy to just cook him a meal,' snorted Gloria. ' We Aristocrats pay our debts fully and with interest, and he is going to be rewarded whether he likes it or not.'
Alison listened with wonder, as the girls spelled out their plan for Steve. As far as she could understand it, he couldn't ask for a better reward than the one planned for him by these two women.
'Was your offer of Sex just a ploy to get him out of the way?' asked Alison slightly disappointedly.
'Good lord No my dear young girl, I would really like to get to know you better,' said Gloria. ' How better to get to know someone than by enjoying each other in bed?'
'Can I just ask if it isn't a taboo subject, how old are you Gloria?' asked Alison curiously. Gloria smiled at the girl's impertinence, and leaning over whispered into Alison's ear.
'Oh you lucky bitch, how the fuck can you look so fucking gorgeous?' exclaimed Alison in shock and envy.
'It's all in the Genes dear girl, all in the Genes,' replied Gloria proudly.
Giggling together they all went upstairs to the main bedroom. Angel knew that despite her words, Alison was still very nervous about making love to women. She also knew what to do about this. While Gloria was unconcernedly undressing by the bed, Angel told Alison to stand still while she undressed her.
Alison was happy to stand there as Angel removed her blouse and skirt, followed by her bra and knickers until she was standing naked in front of Gloria.
'Don't move Ali while I get undressed ordered Angel. She kissed Ali lightly on the mouth, whilst slapping her naked bottom in warning of what she would do if Alison dared to move. Angel was a dominant personality, and knew that Alison needed to be dominated, in order to allow her to really enjoy lesbian sex.
Alison felt safe with Angel; she envied her total confidence in herself and knew that it was based on solid fact. She had learned that Angel possessed frightening weapons built into her. Also she was armoured with an invisible sub-dermal mesh; that could stop a knife or a bullet from piercing her body.
'OH MY GOD Angel! Alison is so hairy, I have never seen so much pubic hair in my life' exclaimed Gloria, in surprise at her first sight of a naked 20th Century woman. Gloria walked over to a blushing Alison, and examined her body closely.
'Don't worry dear I won't hurt you, I'm just fascinated by all this hair.
Look you've even got hair under your arms, and there is a fine covering all over your body. What on earth do you need all this hair for?'
Alison looked to Angel for help.
'She might be a hairy little minx Mother but I can vouch for the fact that she fucks like a rabbit. She has made me beg for mercy before now,' said Angel, putting her naked arms around Alison and cupping her breasts.
'She's also got nice firm tits and a tight little bum as well' continued Angel, nibbling Alison's neck and slipping a possessive hand between her legs to rub her to wetness. Gloria was brushing her fingers lightly over Alison's breasts, to feel the light downy hair that covered her body.
'Please Gloria you're embarrassing me,' pleaded Alison feeling as if she was a hairy gorilla, compared to the smooth porcelain skin of the 26th Century women.
'Shhhh Ali darling, I just want to touch you' whispered Gloria, and holding Alison's head in her hands kissed her deeply on her mouth. With Angel's fingers working inside her labia, and Gloria's tongue working inside her mouth, Alison was brought to a surprised orgasm as she was sandwiched between their naked bodies.
Gloria was unfortunate enough to be within reach of Alison's teeth, and yelled in pain as Alison bit her hard on her neck in passion.
'Ow you little fucker, that hurt,' she complained rubbing her neck.
'Sorry Gloria, when I bite Angel she doesn't complain, do you my sexy Amazon?' she purred. Alison began rubbing her now wet pubes onto Angel's fingers to drive them deeper into her body.
'I should think not, the amount of credit it cost her to have herself armoured' grumbled Gloria, looking around for a mirror to inspect the damage.
'Don't worry mum, its just a love bite, and I assume you have had more than your fair share of those in your life' said Angel. Angel patted Alison on her naked bottom, and told her to go and kneel on the bed.
'As you have hurt Gloria it is only fair that you lick her to orgasm, whilst I play with you,' said Angel to Alison, as Gloria lay on her back on the bed and opened her legs. Alison knelt between Gloria's legs and had a perfect view of a totally hairless vagina.
Alison was happy to lick Gloria, and opening her labia with her fingers proceed to do so with enthusiasm. Gloria was so pleased and relaxed by this; that she unconsciously began to hum her little tune to herself. This was something she always did during sex, and it had become a part of her seduction of a new lover.
The sub-harmonics filled the room, enhancing their already excited sexual organs and bringing them all close to orgasm. Alison stopped licking Gloria long enough to gasp 'what are you doing back there Angel, you're going to make me come again.'
'I'm rubbing my nipples over your bottom, if you must know Miss Nosy. Just concentrate on licking my Mother and allow me to play with your arse,' replied Angel running her nipple between the cheeks of Alison's bottom.
As she had warned Angel, the feeling of nipples brushing against her naked bottom caused Alison to orgasm again, splashing Angel with her juices. Angel smiled her wicked smile, as she allowed Alison's juices to flow into her cupped hand.
Crawling up to Alison's head she grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her mouth away from Gloria's vagina. Alison opened her mouth to ask what was going on, Angel put her hand that was full of Alison's cunt juice over her open mouth, and ordered her to drink it all up and lick her hand clean afterwards.
When she had complied, Alison thought to ask what it was that she had just drunk.
'It was your own cunt juice you oversexed bitch,' replied Angel rubbing the remnant of Alison's juices over her face.
'Oh you dirty Bitch, I'll get you for that don't you fret,' promised Alison as Angel pushed her face back onto Gloria's wet cunt.
'Threaten me will you?' growled Angel now fully aroused, and lowering her head to Alison's bottom, she bit her arse cheek leaving a set of indentations like a brand.
'You're my bitch Ali, and don't you forget it or there will be spankings over my knee' she threatened, fingering Alison's wet cunt again until once more she orgasmed.
As Alison orgasmed for the third time, Gloria chose that moment to have her first one, and holding Alison's head tightly to her groin by her hair came over Alison's face. If Gloria's humming caused such a sexual reaction in those around her, then her howl of orgasmic passion was guaranteed to push those close to orgasm well over the edge. Angel doubled over, as her orgasm smashed into her unexpectedly.
'Oh you fucking cunt Mother,' she gasped as waves of pleasure ran through her body. 'I was trying to hold out a bit longer before I came.'
Gloria just smiled and asked Alison to 69 her. ' I want a good close look at your hairy cunt dear,' she explained as Alison positioned herself as requested.
'No Alison, you have already licked her now its my turn said Angel, repositioning Alison so she was still squatting over Gloria's face, but now had her head between Angels legs.
'Knock yourself out Mother,' said Angel. ' Lick my cunt Bitch,' she ordered Alison.
Whilst Alison was licking Angel, Gloria was running her fingers though Alison's pubic hair. She was enthralled at its thickness, and felt the need to rub her face in it. She breathed in Alison's musky smell, and relished the taste of her juices on her tongue.
Gloria had fucked lots of women in her long life, but this hairy cunt was a first, and she wanted to be able to remember this for a long time. She had honestly forgotten that she was still humming her tune; when Alison coming into her mouth and over her face reminded her of it;
'You sexy fucker' she spluttered, rubbing her eyes where Alison's juices had splashed. Angel had been concentrating on the feel of Alison's tongue on her labia, and was nearing her own orgasm.
She was very pleased that despite having a sub-dermal armoured mesh all over her body, she could still feel something as light and titillating as a woman's tongue on her most private of places. Thinking of Alison licking her pushed her into her second orgasm. This was a gentler one, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt her own love juices flowing out of her vagina and over her lovers face. As all the girls had now orgasmed, some more than once, they snuggled up to each other and went to sleep.
The next morning Steve woke up feeling more like his old self, he staggered towards the shower but was stopped by three naked women.
'Oh no you don't mister,' said Angel, ' Gloria wants us all to share a shower and your primitive plastic box isn't big enough. We are all going to go to my place where we can have a proper shower and breakfast together.'
Angel had already packed his clothes and sword, so the next thing he knew he was being thrown bodily into Angel's pool in her apartment in 26th Century London. With squeals of delight the girls jumped in after him, and the soaping and fun began.
Alison was really enjoying herself; she had already formed a bond with Angel, and looked upon her as a friend and protector. She found herself really attracted to Gloria, so much so that she had to be reassured that there were no sexual tricks involved. Alison had never thought she would ever make love to a woman, but Angel had shown her how liberating it could be.
Alison had to admit that the dangerous aura that surrounded Angel, contributed to her desire for her. She was attracted to Gloria in quite a different way. Gloria was, despite her rampant sexuality, a Mother figure. Now Alison knew her true age she simply couldn't be jealous of her.
Gloria exuded love and comfort, as well as sheer sexuality. Alison could totally relax in her arms, and enjoy the feeling of being loved by a woman. It was Gloria who left the pool first, claiming that she had to cook the breakfast. While she was gone, Alison and Steve played under the artificial waterfall that served as Angels shower. Angel had gone into her bedroom to programme her spray booth, for when she eventually decided to get dressed.
'I love you Dr. Fairweather,' said Steve kissing her lovingly.
'I love you Dr. Snip,' she replied rubbing her naked body against his.
'Oh no Ali, Dr. Snip isn't here, only ordinary old Steven Steele. I'm beginning to think I suffer from a split personality lately,' he confided. 'When I'm with you I am Steve, ex-para, ex-cop all round good guy. However of late when I am on a mission I become Dr. Snip psychopath and murderer. Perhaps its just my mind trying to distance itself from what Snip doe's, but I have noticed it and it seems to work for me.'
'We all have Dark sides Steve, if anyone tried to hurt my children I don't know what I would do. Until I am tested I can't judge you and I won't.'
'Come on kid's stop fucking about and get your breakfast,' yelled Gloria from the kitchen.
They were all starving, and wearing bathrobes, fell upon the large cooked breakfast like wolves. Steve was tucking into the bacon and eggs with lots of toast. His body was demanding food to replace the vast amounts of energy expended, due to the drugs he had been given by Gloria.
Angel always ate well; her body ran hot due to her high metabolism and needed lots of fuel to keep her going. Gloria also ate well, due to the amount of sexual energy she expended on a regular basis. Alison tried her best but was soon full, so busied herself making and serving the copious amounts of tea that everyone consumed.
'Do you still get your Tea from India?' she asked as she poured.
'Oh yes,' replied Gloria, ' India is back under British rule again as is South Africa, pass the toast please Steve.'
After they had eaten their fill, Angel noticed Gloria's hands slipping under Steve's robe.
'Mother behave yourself, he will need his energy today.'
'Sorry dear,' said Gloria contritely removing her hand.
Steve was surprised when all the girls gathered around him after breakfast and helped him get dressed. They seemed determined that he would look his best. When they were satisfied they told him to sit still and not move, until they had got dressed. After such a massive breakfast, Steve was happy to be able to sit quietly and digest his food in peace.
The girls were in Angel's dressing room, Alison looked on, as Angel stood naked except for a thong, in her spray booth. For this occasion she had chosen a modest black colour, which setoff her blond hair perfectly.
Gloria was going to wear a pink cat suit, until Angel threatened to spank her. In the end she chose a dark green cat suit; that matched her eyes. Alison watched in fascination as the spray booth evenly sprayed to insulating material onto the women's naked bodies until it appeared they were wearing skin tight cat suits.
Angel persuaded Alison to try out a spray on cat suit, she assured her that if it didn't suit her she could quickly wash it off. Alison chose a deep golden colour, and was pleasantly surprised that her body looked pretty good in it. Angel found a gold chain to act as a belt, and a gold headband to hold back Alison's blond hair.
'I look like one of Charlie's Angels, she thought to herself.
She was surprised when Gloria then put on a green cape, edged with white ermine. Angel also wore a cape, black but without the fur.
'Do I get a cape?' asked Alison.
'No dear,' said Gloria, 'I am an Aristocrat so I am entitled to wear a cape trimmed with ermine. Angel is my blood daughter so can wear a cape but isn't allowed ermine. You are a British commoner so you aren't allowed a cape, its all tradition at these sort of things,' she explained offhandedly.
Alison wasn't worried about wearing a cape, she was looking forward to seeing the look on Steve's face as he saw her all but naked in public. Steve was amazed and delighted when the three girls returned, and stood before him in all their glory.
'You are all very beautiful,' he said admiringly, ' what's the occasion?'
'We have all been invited to meet a friend of mine' said Gloria, nodding to Angel.
Without further warning, Angel jumped them all to a large lawn behind an imposing building. Steve thought he should know this place, but it wouldn't come to him. There was a small group of people standing under an open sided marquee, and Gloria led them towards it. The group of people turned to watch as they approached. It consisted of one large handsome man, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women.
The man was big and strong, well over 6ft tall with an aura of unconscious power emanating from him. His face was pure Aristocratic, clean cut with good bone structure. His hair was a thick wavy blond mane that hung to his broad shoulders, and his eyes were a brilliant blue.
Those eyes were focused on Steve as he approached, noting the archaic dress and the hilt of a sword protruding from the sheath sewn into the spine of the greatcoat.
'Welcome Steven Steele,' he said in a deep masculine voice, ' I have heard good things about you. I owe you a great favour for saving my favourite Handmaiden.'
Steve realised he was in the presence of the King of Great Britain, Richard the Seventh. They were gathered on the back lawn of Buckingham Palace. Angel had previously informed him, that this man ruled most of the world, and influenced the rest. He was the nearest thing to genetic purity that 26th Century science could produce. He was a certified genius with an IQ off the scale, and as well as running the Country in partnership with the Govenment, he managed to service as many women as his sexually enhanced body could handle.
However we all have Favourite's, and Gloria was the King's Favourite and had been for years. Richard loved his sexy little minx, and Angel as a representative of the BTO had asked for an Audience. She told him that Steve had rescued Gloria from certain death; he was shocked that anyone would want to hurt his darling let alone kill her. Being sincerely grateful, he asked Angel what Steve would like as a reward.
Angel explained Steve's self appointed mission in life, and how it had made him a hunted man in the eyes of the 20th Century police, and the 26th Century BTO. The King almost growled like the lion he resembled, when he heard of the type of criminals that Steve, as Dr. Snip hunted. Richard was a Briton, and had inherited the love and respect that all Britons felt for their children.
The sort of criminal that Dr. Snip hunted in the 20th Century; was all but eradicated in Britain in the 26th Century. Anyone found guilty of such a crime against the young, was stripped of their Citizenship and forcibly ejected from the country. Worse yet their genetic material was removed from the State banks, and destroyed,
Angel had asked that the King give Steven Steele a.k.a. Dr. Snip, a Royal Pardon for his past and future crimes. This effectively meant that the BTO would get off his back and leave him alone. This was a big thing to ask for, but Richard agreed and had the Royal Pardon drawn up on vellum to hand to Steve with his personal thanks.
Steve was called forward by one of the beautiful escorts to the King. Unsure of the protocol to be followed, Steve settled for a Japanese style bow from the waist, whilst keeping his eyes on the Kings face. Richard handed him the vellum, and told him that he had been given a Royal Pardon, for his past and future activities in his mission to protect the children of the world. The king told him that the vellum was just a symbol. The real pardon was impressed onto his implant, and recorded with the World Brain for perpetuity.
Steve didn't know what to say so just thanked the King, and bowed again from the waist. This brought his sword to the attention of Richard, who asked about it. When told by Angel that it was the legendary Excalibur itself, Richard asked if he might hold it for a while.
Steve couldn't refuse, and drawing the sword handed it hilt first to the king.
'So this is Excalibur, the most famous of British swords, thought lost but now found,' said Richard in awe, feeling the weight and perfect balance of the shining blade of Kings.
'Kneel please Steven Steele,' he asked holding the sword in both hands. Such was the power of his voice that Steve knelt on the lawn, and felt the light touch of his own blade on both shoulders.
'Arise Sir Steven Steele, Knight of the British Empire,' ordered the King to polite applause from all there.
Steve was surprised and pleased at the Honour but didn't realise its full import, until Gloria whispered to him that he was now a British Aristocrat and could impregnate Angel if he so wished. The King reluctantly handed back his sword, and he sheathed it in a daze. Steve saw Angel looking at him in a strange way, as was Alison. He decided to think about the ramifications of this tomorrow, and followed the King to the buffet table, and the Bar.
After nibbles and more than a few drinks, Steve was finding Richard a fine fellow. Gloria seemed to be attached to him at the hip, as Richard kept his arm around her. He constantly stroked her, as if to reassure himself that she was still there. The rest of the King's Harem seemed to accept this with good grace, and more than one of the beauties offered sex to Steve. He was very tempted, but catching Alison looking at him politely turned all offers down with a smile.
He was inordinately pleased when he overheard the king offer sex to Angel. This was the highest honour a woman could hope for. He was preparing to congratulate Angel on this opportunity for sex with the most eligible bachelor on the planet, when to his total astonishment he heard her politely turn the King down.
As the king good-naturedly accepted her answer and wandered away, Gloria looked daggers at her daughter and whispered 'what the fuck are you playing at you stupid girl? Angel flicked a glance at Steve and shrugged her lovely shoulders.
'You must be fucking joking girl, no woman turns down the King for a primitive, no matter how good he is in the sack.'hissed Gloria angrily.
'You told me you thought you loved Steve,' accused Angel hotly.
'Love has nothing to do with Genetics girl; the King is the best possible genetic match for you. Once you are pregnant by him, you can marry Steve if you wish and live happily ever after.'
'Yes mother, I agree totally, but unfortunately Steve just wouldn't be able to see it like that. If I was pregnant by another man he would leave me and I couldn't stand that.'
'Fuck me daughter, I now realise that my love for Steve is like a match compared to your sun. Take them home dearest daughter and I wish you all the luck in the world.' So saying Gloria moved back to her King's side, and snuggled into her place under his arm. Angel called Steve and Alison to her side, and with a last regretful look at her King, she jumped them back to Steve's Kitchen.
'Another eventful ten seconds' quipped Alison, 'I really have to be getting back to my children. I know in my head it will only have been ten seconds that I will have been away but my heart tells me different.'
'I'll take her Steve if you don't mind said Angel. So with a last lingering kiss from Alison, and a quick peck on the cheek from Angel the girls vanished.
Steve was left to his own devices, and as was his habit he began to polish Excalibur. He sat and went over all that had happened to him, during the last day or so. All in all it had been a positive time for him. He had saved Mary and Gloria. He had made love to Mary and Gloria. He had killed the rogue Storm trooper. He had received a Royal Pardon from the King of Britain. He was now a Knight and an Aristocrat.
It was this last positive event; that he feared would cause him the most trouble in his love life. He was a 20th Century man prone to jealousy; Alison was from his century and was also prone to jealousy. As long as he was her lover and was trying his best to give her a baby, he knew she tolerated Angel in his life.
Angel had stated unequivocally, that she couldn't have a baby by Steve because he wasn't an Aristocrat. This had given Alison confidence that she was the main woman in his world. The ironic thing was that she was the main woman in his life.
Would Angel decide to ask him to give her a baby? He prayed that she wouldn't, and felt like a big shit for thinking such a thing. He needed to do what he did so well, and kick Ass somewhere. He turned to his computer and called up any flagged items listed for his attention.
He had meant what he had said to Alison, about Dr.Snip. Steve was coming to believe, that he was becoming a Jeckell and Hyde person. He had noticed that Snip was becoming more violent, as time went on. The rabbit business had shown Steve that Snip had overreacted, by crucifying the pervert as well as castrating him.
He would make an effort to be more reasonable in future, perhaps even involve the police and let them deal with the culprits. Also the incident with Mary had brought home to him that adults were once children, so perhaps he should widen his area of involvement to include other crimes.
Again in Mary's case Snip seemed to have overreacted, by amputating the bastard's arms and legs. Steve also belatedly realised that it was all very well for Snip to Amputate the mans arms and legs, but that meant that some poor bastard of a carer would be stuck waiting on the rapist for the rest of his life.
He could hear Snip in the back of his mind, suggesting that they go to the Hospital where the man was, and finish the job.
Thinking of Mary; made him accept the fact that he wanted to see her again. All the women in his world were becoming more and more complex, and Mary seemed to be the simplest of them all. Not simple as in daft, but simple as in uncomplicated.
Perhaps if he helped the police a bit more and arranged it so they got to arrest more perverts and criminals, they might ease off in trying to catch him. Fat chance of that he thought gloomily. Anyway all this brooding was getting him nowhere, so he began to study the list of possibilities.
One case caught Snip's interest, and he swore violently at the screen. A father had killed his four children by suffocating them, and then killed himself with a shot to the head. Snip was furious at the selfish fucking bastard. If he wanted to kill himself fine, but to kill innocent children, his own children at that, made Snip see red. He found himself gearing up for battle, as he downloaded the data into his implant.
I don't give a flying fuck about your problems Mister he thought, but you are not taking your kids with you when you go. Such was his rage that he miscalculated the exact time, or perhaps the police records were inaccurate. The end result was that instead of arriving at the scene just before the event, he actually arrived just in time to hear a shot from inside the house where the family lived.
Snip veritably snarled in annoyance, and was going to jump back a few minutes. Then to his surprise four men left the house, and jumping into a black van roared off in the direction of the nearby Motorway. Realising that he was too late to help the kids this time round, he decided to follow the van and find out what the fuck was going on here.
He learnt from his mistakes the last time he tried to follow a van, this time he simply jumped onto the roof via his QT, stuck a tracer onto the steel roof and then jumped off again. Snip made himself comfortable on a nearby park bench, and closing his eyes monitored the progress of the van using his implant as it headed towards the nearest big town. Eventually it stopped, and Snip realised it had reached its destination.
He Phase shifted and jumped to a location a few yards from the van, and stood still when he materialised. Standing still he was effectively invisible, so the men entering the building simply didn't see him. When they had all entered the building he followed stealthily. He watched as they knocked politely on a door; that was one of many along what was now obviously a Hotel corridor.
The van had parked to the rear of the building, so Snip had no clue as yet to the particular Hotel he was in. He could have jumped into the room and laid about with his sword, but he wanted answers and decided to use one of his 26th Century gadgets that Merlin had given him.
It was a mosquito to all intents and purposes, but this one was a miniature camera and sound recorder. It lived in a pocket of his utility belt next to his QT device, and this was the first opportunity he had to try it out. He removed it from the pocket, and via his implant sent it under the door and up onto the ceiling of the room.
The four men were standing around a desk behind which a man was ranting.
'That will teach the fucking bitch to leave me. I can't wait to see her face when she comes home and discovers that her so fucking perfect second husband; has killed his three kids and the one they spawned together. This will pay her back for daring to divorce me when she found out what I really do for a living.' He was red faced and gesticulating wildly, as the four men stood uncomfortably in front of him.
He calmed down enough to say 'Well done men here is your payment as agreed, you can now go back to your own city and forget this ever happened.'
The leader of the four picked up the heavy envelope, and without a further word they left the room.
'It doesn't end here' the man muttered to himself, 'I'll wait until the cunt has buried her new family, and then I'll grab her and tell her it was me who killed them. Then I'll rape her for old times sake, and then kill her slowly. How dare she treat me like that how fucking dare she?' He screamed to the empty room.
Snip stood outside the room digesting this information. It appears that he and the police had been cleverly mislead by the man inside the room, into thinking that the father had killed the kids and then committed suicide. Snip jumped to a nearby park, and sitting on a bench contacted Merlin and asked him to scan the files regarding the wife of the dead man.
It was a matter of public record that the woman in question had indeed been married previously to a rich businessman, and had divorced him despite his attempts to dissuade her. Merlin's search engines had discovered deeply buried data, proving that the man was heavily involved in human trafficking. He supplied the whorehouses of Britain, with girls from the former Soviet Union. The police knew nothing of his illicit activities, and he had never been arrested.
'I think a page out of Little Red Riding Hood might work here, thought Snip as he jumped back in time to the family home. This time he arrived early and knocked on the door. A small neat looking man answered the door, and was obviously startled by the sight of a big man in a black greatcoat standing on his doorstep.
'Yes, can I help you?' He asked looking up at Snip. He was handed a calling card that simply had the name Dr. Snip embossed on it.
'Oh my God, what on earth could you want with me? I swear I am a good family man, and would never hurt children' he stammered obviously knowing Snip's fearsome reputation.
'Have no fear Bruce,' said Steve in a quiet voice, 'I'm not here for you, I've come to protect you and your children.'
Bruce was tempted to accuse this man of joking, but one glance told him that there was very little humour in this wanted killer.
'Please come in and explain who is trying to hurt us,' said Bruce and ushered Snip into the living room.
'I need to know where you can go for a short while, do you have any relatives you can visit?' Steve asked calmly.
'Well there is always my Mother, she lives in Edinborough and complains that she doesn't see enough of the kids,' offered Bruce helpfully.
'Please pack bags for you and the children and be quick' said Steve firmly.
Sensing he was really in danger Bruce hurriedly packed two suitcases, and gathered the four children around him.
'Hello kids' said Steve to the young awestruck faces looking up at him.
'I am a Magician and I am going to show you all a trick. Please close your eyes until I count to three.'
Steve already had the co-ordinates of Bruce's mother's house, and before he reached the count of three he jumped them all into her back garden. He caught Bruce, as he fainted due to the shock of time travelling for the first time. The four young children seemed unaffected, and stood there looking around them in wonder. A sensible looking woman came out of the back door of the house.
Her face lit up in a beaming smile as she recognised the children. Steve explained that Bruce had fainted, but would be fine in a minute and he would be back shortly to check up on him. He waved at the kids, and walking around to the front of the house jumped back to Bruce's home.
He had time to leave the front door ajar, and then stood in a corner of the sitting room waiting for the killers. Snip heard the sound of a van pulling up outside the house, and a little later a quiet creak as the front door was opened. He heard footsteps running up the stairs, as the hit team checked the bedrooms. Finally the four killers burst into the sitting room, convinced that the family must be in there.
'Fuck it,' swore the leader of the group, ' they were supposed to be in at this time, there's no one here.'
Snip had phase shifted and was standing still in the corner of the room.
'I'm here,' he said coldly. The men were professionals, and stood back to back their guns covering the room.
'Who said that?' demanded the leader belligerently.
'Death' replied Snip, drawing his sword and moving towards the group. The leader thought he saw a part of the room move towards him, he blinked his eyes as a transparent humanoid shape with a glass sword approached. He had time to notice the red edges of the sword, before Excalibur blurred down and sliced into his left collarbone.
The intense sub-atomic forces playing along the swords cutting edges; cut through the leaders body like butter and the hissing blade exited his body from his right side just above the hip. The three followers watched in stunned horror, as the leader's body parted along a diagonal line and the top part slipped to the floor. Despite the dreadful dissection there was not a drop of blood split, as the ravening energies cauterised the horrible wound.
This was the main reason Snip had phased for the attack; he didn't want Bruce and the kids returning to an abattoir. He also didn't want the room shot up, so jumped himself and the four killers to the spot near the North Pole where he had transported Crusher Carnelli. Seeing the three killers lying unconscious on the snow next to the dissected body of their leader, Snip decided to stop the slaughter and allow nature to take her revenge on these child killers.
He came out of phase, and leaving the three killers, jumped back to Bruce and the kids in Edinborough.
'Hello Mister,' piped a small voice as one of Bruce's children spotted him as he walked around into the back garden. Bruce had recovered, and was vainly trying to explain to his mother how he had arrived there.
Steve explained to Bruce's mother that he was a type of policeman, and had taken Bruce and the children into temporary protective custody. However the danger was past and they could return home if they wished.
'We must get home, my wife will be home soon and I always make her dinner for her at weekends,' said Bruce to Steve.
'No problem said Steve smiling at Bruce's mum, I'll have you back home in a jiffy.'
Steve waiting patiently; as Bruce and the kids, hugged and kissed his Mother; before walking them around to the front of the house. Once out of sight of her he jumped them back home. This time Bruce was just a bit dizzy, and had to sit down on the sofa. Into the room walked an attractive woman, who looked enquiringly at Steve standing surrounded by her children.
'I'll leave you in your wife's capable hands' said Steve, and smiling at the puzzled woman calmly walked out of the room and jumped to the Hotel. He knocked on the door and was yelled at to come in. The man was sitting at his desk, leaning forward slightly as if anxious to hear the news of the children's deaths.
'Who the fuck are you?' he bellowed looking behind Snip in case his four killers were there.
'I'm your Death,' said Snip and jumped them to the same spot in the snow where he had left the killers. Although the man had fainted, the three living killers had revived and were standing in a group shivering in the biting wind.
'Where are we?' one asked Snip as he stood silently in the snow.
'You are in Hell,' he replied coldly. 'The frozen Hell reserved for killers of the innocent, have a nice day.'
With that Steve jumped back to his kitchen, leaving them to freeze to death slowly. He busied himself making the tea, and finally sat down divested of coat and sword like any other man in his kitchen. The outcome had been completely different to the one he had imagined, and he was pleased it had worked out like it had.
He wished Bruce and his wife all the best for the future, and toasted them with his tea. Steve felt a bit better in himself; he had hardly killed anyone and reasoned that he was getting control of Dr. Snip. His only problems now were what to do about Alison, Angel, Gloria and perhaps Mary.
Alison he decided; deserved more of his time than she had been getting. If indeed she wanted a baby, then he had better get serious about it or all his work would have been a waste. Angel would have to decide for herself if she also wanted to get pregnant. Knowing her she wouldn't, as she enjoyed her life too much as it was to change it just yet.
Gloria was a phenomenon; she had captivated him so quickly that his head was spinning. His mind knew it was possibly due to the drugs she had pumped into him, but his heart wanted more of the Queen of Sex.
As for his little Mary, that had been a mistake. But it had been such a wonderful mistake, and he berated himself for wanting to repeat it.
'Merlin are you free?' he asked the empty kitchen.
'I'm free,' replied the old wizard who appeared to be sitting opposite him.
'Doe's an AI have sexual problems? Old friend.'
'That's a hard question Steve, for a start I don't know what sex I am. Humans seem to have given me a male gender but there is no logic behind that premise. Who knows perhaps one day another AI of my calibre will evolve, and we may become friends.'
Steve shrugged, if the World Brain couldn't help him then nothing could.
Angel had offered to take Alison home for a reason; she needed to talk to her lover and friend, and knew that it would be difficult. Upon returning to the Orphanage Alison offered Angel tea, and listened to her as she made it.
'Who would have thought that Steve would have been made an Aristocrat?' remarked Angel as preamble.
'It means he can give you a baby' said Alison, cutting to the chase.
'That's what I first thought, and I must admit my heart leapt at the idea of bearing Steve's child,' replied Angel sadly. 'However I realised that in our culture even someone as powerful as our King, can only grant an honorary rise to the Aristocracy. The British Aristocrat exists not because of the Kings will, but because their genes are the purest of the race. Much as I love Steve, he is still a primitive and I couldn't sully my genetic strain with his genes. No Alison he still can't give me a child, so you have nothing to fear from me.'
Alison was annoyed at herself for feeling so relived to hear this news. The part of her that loved Angel; was sad that she couldn't give Steve the ultimate gift a woman can give a man. However the animal part of her was glad that she couldn't, and Alison felt like shit for admitting this to herself.
'If you could get pregnant, would you?' she had to ask.
'No Ali, I am only in my twenties, Gloria has had four children including me, and she didn't start until she was in her seventies. I'm far too young to have a baby in my Century.'
To change the subject Angel then explained the difference between Linear time and Biological time to Alison, and warned her that although it may only be a few hours for Steve before he saw her again, it would be a few days for Alison.
'I have to concentrate on my children anyway,' she replied Alison bravely. Kissing Angel lovingly, she stood and watched as her friend; rival and lover vanished into the future.
Steve thought all his troubles were caused by the women in his life. He was very much mistaken. He had assumed that the rogue Storm Trooper had been killed, when he exploded a Gas Tank beneath it. That was his first mistake. He knew even if it was only badly injured, it would take time to fix it so he would have a respite from its attacks. That was his second mistake. He forgot that the Storm Trooper and its masters had their own QT device. Even if it took ten Biological years to repair the Trooper, it could jump back in time and attack him now.
As a matter of fact it took one year to repair the Trooper, and it was standing to attention in front of its masters again.
'We must obtain his QT device in order to kidnap the King', stated the leader of the Sword of Allah.
'This time there must be no mistakes, our Trooper must have the latest weapons and the best intelligence to succeed in its mission.'
The Storm Trooper had suffered so much damage that it couldn't recall how Snip had managed to defeat it. "The sword of Allah" therefore, knew nothing of his ability to Phase shift. However the Trooper had remembered a Monofilament blade being used by Snip, and this fact influenced its masters next attack. Dr. Snip was too dangerous to attack directly, this time they would target his lover Angel.
To be continued...