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After an eternity, the darkness began to dissipate. With glacial slowness, nothingness gradually brightened into something. As one epoch faded into the next, and, then, another, the void gave way to corporeal reality. The universe, all thought and emotion, and the realm of human experience manifested before my eyes and in my throbbing gray matter. The dim lights of the control panel, glowing amber and green, crashed into being; shiny, brass levers jiggled, and exposed, clockwork gears hummed and ground away merrily.Cocooned by dark-stained wood, spirals of copper tubing, and panes of leaded glass, I sat in the comfy seat, the only spot of luxury within the entire Contraption. Nausea, disorientation, and excitement filled me. Beside me, nestled in the packing fluff of an open wooden crate, a creature – some cute, odd thing – napped away as if we hadn’t traversed reality, space, and perhaps even time. Its camaraderie was a boon to my trip. Disheveled and exhausted, I felt elated as my vision cleared, my wayward father’s familiar laboratory materializing through the viewports.“Well, Chuckaboo,” I said to the sleeping creature. “Time to see your new home. At least I think this is our home.”After the trip I’d just had, I couldn’t be certain if I’d returned home safely or had once more gotten lost in the multiverse. This version of reality seemed to be proper, or at least close enough. My maiden voyage, quite the Nanty Narking excursion, had been a robust but exhausting adventure. As I opened the padded door’s latch, the smell of sulfur and a street tart’s perfume assailed my nostrils.A droning “Whomp phew, Wholumph Theeew” sound thumped throughout the vast chamber. Noting the pillars of steam at the far end of the lab, near the elephantine collection of shelved books, I discerned that the sounds and feminine moans emanated from that general area.Undoing the leather straps of the seat, I snatched up the crate and looked at the creature. Chuckaboo, as I called him, was some unknown sort of mammal; I’d never seen anything even vaguely like him, before. His kitten-soft fur was spotted, like a leopard’s, but long and shaggy. Roughly the size of a puppy, with floppy ears and a prehensile tail, the thing reminded me of both a husky puppy and a jaguar somehow composited together. He latched onto me during my third stop while I was lost in the planes of possibility and refused to leave my side. At least he was friendly and smart. Chuckaboo was an exotic mix of cuddly cuteness with talons, fangs, and green, lizard-like eyes.My attention turned to the rhythmic pounding and exhaled steam across the cavernous interior as I put my new pet down beside a glowing heater to help keep him warm. Like me, Chuckaboo appreciated the coziness of warmth. Having learned my lesson when I once mistakenly found my way to some violent alter-reality that merely looked like my home, I readied my weapon, a needler, and set off. I wove through the tables, boxes, miscellaneous inventions, and strewn about parts of incomplete projects until I found the cause of the steaming commotion.“Oooh, mmm,” the voice was moaning. “Oh, oh, oh, aaah!”Bringing my weapon to bear, prepared to shoot the compressed-air-powered, metallic darts at any foe, I was relieved to see that Kayla, my friend and assistant, was the cause of the noise. She was far from distressed, making me laugh izmit escort bayan aloud when I saw her situation.Kayla lay on the chaise lounge, her tanned skin complimenting the scarlet velvet cushions. Her voluminous polonaise was hiked up above her waist in a very unladylike fashion. Black hair cascaded over the lounge in disarray, matching the state of her petticoats. Her bodice was partially unlaced, allowing her to pull her large but firm breasts out of the confining, but quite shape-enhancing, torturous garment. She had taken advantage of that, freeing her luscious tits.Her hands cupped and squeezed those magnificent breasts, occasionally lifting one to her lips so she could suck and nibble on her nipples. Adding to the intensity of what I saw, her legs were spread wide, her tuft-topped mound on display. Between her legs was the business end of her latest invention, the Orgasmatron. She seemed to have perfected it in my absence.A large brass kettle of riveted plates, gauges atop it, boiled away, powering the sensual invention. Cogs, gears, and wheels of various sizes, the axles off-center, were driven by the steam. Her invention reminded me of the wheels and drive shaft of a locomotive. Instead of turning a drive wheel, the gearing pumped the main shaft, a large, bulbous, brass phallus on the end. The glinting metal plunged into her pussy as she squealed and moaned, withdrawing as the wheel turned, only to plunge into her once more. Dual hoses ran to a brass and wood lever box on the lounge beside her writhing body, the levers labeled “thrust” and “speed”.My heart soared; I was home. It was definitely Kayla. “I see you got it working,” I cheerily observed.“Oh, umm, aah, you’re back.” She moaned out in her passion.I watched her fuck the machine, feeling my arousal crest. Her smooth skin and dark hair with those deep, blue eyes always made my blood boil. Proper ladies didn’t finger and lick each other in the night, let alone invent sexual-pleasure machines. Her voracious sexual appetites, stunning, exotic looks, and serpentine tongue were irresistible. It mattered little that she and I were not considered “proper ladies.” Her penchant for women and mine for either sex was scandalous. Our refusal to wear crinolines was infamous.The large, brass dildo pummeled her cunt as she moaned and writhed on her invention. Her hands left her bosoms and slammed both of the levers to the maximum. The thumping sounds of the wheels turning and the steam exiting the steam box increased in tempo and volume. Kayla’s orgasmic wailing drowned it all out.“Fucking cumming. Fuck me, this is better than any man,” she screamed.I watched her in the throes of passion, amused. The little pinpricks of claws crawling up the back of my dress startled me, momentarily, until I realized that it was only my new pet climbing up to perch on my shoulder. He sat on my shoulder, watching her vulgar display of horny passion.“Ariel,” Kayla screamed in terror, “there’s some monster climbing on you!”I laughed, coaxing Chuckaboo out from under my hair. Her lamentations had scared him into hiding. “Meet Chuckaboo. He adopted me on my third stop.”Kayla regained her composure, and, turning off the machine that had been fucking her, she straightened her skirts but neglected to tighten her bodice. “What is he?”“Friendly. Other than that, I have no idea. I’ve never izmit eve gelen escort seen another creature like him.”She eyed the cuddly mass of fur, warily.“Chukaboo, meet my best friend, Kayla.” I then spoke to my assistant, who was smiling over her flushed cheeks and panting. “Hold your hand out to mine, so he can climb aboard and get to know you.”She did. Soon, the cute varmint and Kayla were well-acquainted.“I know the machine worked because it disappeared, but tell me everything. What did you see? Experience? Did you find any evidence of your father?”I shook my head, my expression growing dour. “It will take a very long time to detail everything, but, no, no sign of dad.”“I’ll need to know everything. Maybe on your next outing, you’ll find some sign of him. One can only learn so much in a day.”“A day? How long have I been gone?”Kayla gestured to the large clock on the nearby table. “Twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes.”“That’s not possible! I’ve been gone for over eleven months. That’s not even counting the infinity between worlds.”Kayla is one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, perhaps even more intelligent than my missing father. Her reply was ingenious. “Huh? No. Twenty-three-and-one-quarter hours. I calibrated both clocks. They should be in sync.”“Let me show you,” I sighed.Arm in arm, passionately kissing each other to christen our reunion, I led her to the far side of the giant laboratory. She screamed with delight when she saw the gear-driven clock in the Contraption, her breasts flying free of her still-loose bodice.Kayla went into what I called “speed mode.” Whenever her mind was focused on figuring something out or nearing an epiphany, her mouth spat thoughts and truncated ideas almost as quickly as her mind worked, jumping from one conclusion to another. Her verbal patter and musings to herself, when she was tinkering with her projects, were both amusing and informative.“But, but…but how? There was only enough coal for a day. You’d have been stranded. That’s why we agreed you’d go and poke around for a few hours and come right back. I got so worried after the first few hours and busied myself with my inventions. I haven’t slept…wait. How is it still powered up?”“You have to see this,” I exclaimed. I pulled her around to the firebox and opened it. “See? There!”She stopped blabbering and stared and gave me a quizzical look. “A big lump of coal?” Her tone showed that she wasn’t impressed.“No. The second reality I came to, right before the controls got all wonky, was this volcanic place. I was running out of fuel, so I grabbed one of the giant burning embers, and it stayed hot and glowing the entire time, for months on end! It never burns out. I have no idea what makes it always give off fiery heat.”She nodded, smiling. Then, a look of comprehension washed over her features. “Phlebotinum, obviously. It’s powered by Phlebotinum.”It was my turn to show off my dazzling intellect. “Huh?”“Never mind that. I think I know what happened to Professor Summerland.”“You see a burning lump of Phemblucution, or whatever you called it, and you suddenly know how or why dad disappeared?”“No,” she sighed. “The time differential! Don’t you see? It’s obvious.”It wasn’t. “I suppose I don’t see. In my defense, I had a harrowing journey, I’m exhausted, and I need a bath.”Chuckaboo had heard izmit otele gelen escort enough. He let out some chirping, barking clatter, and climbed off Kayla, returning to his crate beside the pot-bellied stove and its warmth.Kayla shook her head at me. “Maybe if you’d paid more attention to your studies, rather than fencing and roughhousing with the boys just to be bricky, you might have picked up a thing or two.”“You fence, too!” My cheeks flushed as red as my hair.“Ariel Summerland,” my raven-haired companion and lover scolded. “If your clock is accurate, you’ve been gone for nearly a year, but barely a day has passed.”“And?”“AND!? Think it through. How many times have you cut your hair in the past year, or shaved your legs?”I pondered what she said. “Not once. So?”“Are your legs hairy?”I raised my skirt, showing her my smooth and silky, if somewhat scrawny, legs.“Eureka!” she shouted, eliciting another chattering lecture from Chuckaboo, who was trying to sleep. “That means that time passes differently wherever you managed to go. If you were gone for nearly twelve months…” Her face scrunched up, adopting her “inner calculating” expression, quite foolish and amusing, as she paused.She continued. “…hmm…carry the one and divide by Pi. Well, that means that the passage of time across the barrier is at, roughly, zero-point-zero-zero-two-seven-three-nine-seven-two-seven…and something.”“In English, please?”“Good thing you have me around. That means that for every year you spend wherever the Contraption goes, you age about a day. For all intents and purposes, it makes you immortal, ageless.”“Not at all. I still had to eat and sleep. I picked up plenty of scars, as well. I can definitely be killed.”Ageless. For all appearances, you’d never age.”“Okay. So?”“Think it through! If you never aged in another place, wouldn’t you settle down there and live the good life?”The light dawned on my exhausted mind. “Oh, you think he’s still out there, living like a king as an ageless immortal.”“It explains so much, like how he never seemed to age the past several years, why his second Contraption went missing along with him, leaving us stuck with the rickety prototype, and it also explains lots of things in his journals that I couldn’t figure out.”“So, how do I find him?”“Not you, us. But first, you have to tell me everything, so I can incorporate the new data into my theories. How about a spot of tea while we discuss these new turns of events?”“How about we trolley over to the pub? I’m not in a Cat-lapping sort of mood and could use some serious tavern food and booze.”She smiled. “Sounds good, lover. Draw yourself a bath, and I’ll get the carriage fired up. By the way, while you were gone, I also perfected the water cannon. Try it out.”“Chuckaboo,” I cooed to my four-legged companion. “I’m going to take a well-deserved bath and then Kayla and I are going out to dine. Do you want to stay here and get acquainted with the place, or go with us?”He popped his head up above the lid of the box and looked at me, then at Kayla. His head rocked slowly from side to side three times, as if he were considering what I’d said. His body made a perfect pantomime of a shrug, then he yawned and returned to his curled-up, sleeping position. I went to the bathroom to take my bath.Of all of Kayla’s inventions, her constant tinkering has never produced anything better than the grand bathtub. Formed of porcelain, deep enough to submerge your entire body, long enough to lounge in, and glorious, the grand bathtub was fed with steam-powered hot water, a bubble machine for luxurious suds, and she’d been working on the water cannon for months.
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