Fantasy The Time War

Calle watched uncomfortably as Don thrusted between Sarah's legs. Sarah gave a dreamy smile. Despite the coercive circumstances, Calle felt incredibly jealous. For the past eight months, he had been the one to give Sarah sexual pleasure. He had been the one to put deposits inside of her. And now someone else was enjoying that same intimate pleasure.

But there was another development which Calle found even more disturbing. The rider on Don Riegel's back started to bubble and pulsate strongly. Soon a line started to form down the middle of it. As Don worked himself up, moving in and out of Sarah, it seemed part of his body's efforts was being diverted to the rider, giving it the energy to split. In moments there were two riders where there was one. Don grinned and wrapped his arms around the back of Sarah's neck. One of the new riders started to slide down his arm.

"Sarah! No! Get out of there!" Calle cried, struggling against the men who held him. But he was held fast by each arm, and couldn't move at all. Calle watched helplessly as the rider climbed down Don's arm. When Sarah saw it, her eyes grew wide. But she was so lost in need, such a slave to the movement of Don's penis inside of her that she couldn't stop. She needed it so badly.

And then both Calle and Sarah cried out as the rider jumped onto her back. She immediately grabbed her head.

"My head, my head!" she cried. "There's something in my head!"

"It will be over soon," said Don smugly.

Sarah looked at Calle. "Help me, John, help me! There's something in my head, changing me, I can feel it!"

Calle struggled again, but the two men holding his arms were implacable.

And then Sarah grew stiff as a board, and her face went blank. A moment later she blinked and sat up.

Don gave her a hand, and she slowly got up.

"What are you?" Major Reynolds asked.

"I... I am Hiveflesh," said Sarah, still completely naked.

"What is your purpose?"

Sarah blinked twice. "To ovulate, have my eggs fertilized, and expand the Hive."

"Good," Reynolds grinned. "As you can see, John, she hasn't been harmed."

"That's what you call not harming her?" said Calle.

"You will understand in just a few moments," said Reynolds. "Erica?"

To his horror, Erica Green stepped forward. "I am for you, John Calle."

Calle started to smell rotten oranges.

"Wait."

To Calle's surprise, Sarah spoke.

"Let me do it," she said.

"Why?" Reynolds asked.

"He will feel more comfortable if I am the one to bring him into the Hive," said Sarah. She walked up to Calle, and casually touched his chest with the palm of her hand. "This male has feelings for me. He will resist less if I bring him into the Hive."

"Very well," said Reynolds.

"Now, John, this won't hurt a bit," said Sarah.

"No, Sarah," said Calle. But the smell of rotting oranges was already coming out of the rider pulsating on her back. As she rubbed his chest, waiting for it to take effect, the smell started to fill his lungs, and in moments he felt enormous sexual attraction for her. Sarah smiled as she saw the arousal growing in his eyes.

It was an entirely unreal situation--Sarah was preparing to have sex with him in the control room of the Continuity Service, while dozens of temporal agents watched, all with blank expressions on their faces. Sarah kissed and hugged him repeatedly, and Calle did not resist. He needed her so badly. His penis ached with need, to be inside of her, to fill her so completely. He let her take off his shirt, and then the rest of his clothes. Sarah's face was a complete blank, but somehow that void, that emptiness, that feeling that she was being controlled, made Calle more sexually aroused, not less.

And then when Calle was as naked as Sarah, she eased him down on his back, and climbed on top of him.

"No, Sarah," Calle pleaded. Even though he hadn't resisted because his need was so great, a small part of him knew this was very wrong. "Please don't do this."

She moved her groin so it was just over his. "But you will like it so much, John, I promise you."

"Please don't," Calle said, even as another part of him thought please yes!

Sarah kissed him again and laughed.

And then Calle watched with horror and intense need as Sarah lifted his penis ever so gently and aimed it upwards, and slowly but surely effected his entry.

The minute Calle felt himself rubbing against her inner walls, all his objections disappeared. He needed to come inside of her so badly. He thrust upwards as Sarah thrusted downwards, hastening the process. He couldn't see her back but he knew what must be happening. As she rode up and down on his shaft, her rider was bubbling, pulsating, splitting into two, creating a second rider which would in moments be on his back, in his mind.

Sarah stared at him with an alien expression on her face. "You will make an excellent host for the Hive. Your broad shoulders, your strong chest, your firm buttocks. All were made for reproduction. Once your reproductive organ is suitably altered, I am sure you will be used to fertilize many females and expand the Hive."

Her words filled Calle with horror, but he was so lost in sexual desire that nothing she said could ruin his tremendous need. Sarah focused on the task at hand, keeping him aroused long enough so her rider could reproduce. As Sarah continued to ride his shaft, her face a blank, she still seemed to be staring at him intently. Was Sarah still inside there somewhere, feeling regret for what she was about to do to him? After he took a rider, would he be totally gone, or would he become a silent observer in his own body?

Sarah stiffened, and cried, "Aaaaahhhh", and at first Calle thought she had climaxed, but he soon learned that she hadn't. He saw a new rider, a smaller one, start to climb down her right arm, the same right arm which was wrapped behind his neck.

"Sarah, no," he whispered.

"Shhh," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "You will simply love it, and in a few seconds you will wonder how you ever lived without it."

Calle watched the rider climbing down her arm with horror. He wanted to push her off, to run away, but had lost all volition. All he knew was that he needed to pound inside of her, to release in her, before he could think of anything else.

And then, even through his intense arousal, he heard a door opening, and heads turned.

"Commander Strayker," said Major Reynolds. He looked at Strayker, whose hands were behind his back in a contemplative pose. "Has Ayesha seen to you?"

"Indeed she has, Major," said Strayker. And then he pulled his hands in front of him, and it contained a compression rifle.

Major Reynolds' eyes widened, but that's all he had time for as Strayker opened fire.

Colonel Strayker was only one man with a compression rifle, in a room filled with nearly 40 people. But only three of those people were armed, and they were the first ones Strayker gunned down. After that it was like shooting ducks in a small shooting gallery. Strayker had his compression rifle set to full automatic, and sprayed rounds all over the control room, mercilessly shooting his entire staff. Agents attempted to charge him, or flee, or duck for cover, but the results were all the same.

And then, a moment later, Strayker was the only man left standing in the room. He surveyed the bodies with satisfaction. And then he saw John Calle sit up.

"Sir?" said Calle.

"Oh. It's you, John. How nice to see you. " Strayker's compression rifle snapped up. "Don't get up. At least, not until you show me your back."

Calle turned around slowly and showed Strayker his back. His bare back.

Strayker lowered his weapon slightly. "All right then." He glared at Calle and paused. "Get some clothes on and help me get these people to medical. Doctor Vladek will be down with a team in moments."

Calle got dressed and helped Strayker carry them, one by one. "Maybe you should have listened to me when I told you that people were being changed, sir."

"Maybe I should have," said Strayker grudgingly, as if the words were forced out of him. He gave Calle a good glare, though.

"They told me that Ayesha was sent to seduce you. How did you resist her?" Calle asked.

"I simply did."

"But... the drugs, the smell in the air...."

Strayker dropped Major Reynolds' head on the ground. It landed with a thump. "Captain, the future of the timeline was at stake. I couldn't allow myself to give in to some petty sexual needs to betray the history of mankind."

As the medical team arrived, Calle realized that however much he personally disliked Colonel Strayker, he wished he had the iron-willed discipline that the Commander seemed to have.
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"The parasites were not difficult to remove, once the subjects were unconscious," said Doctor Vladek, looking through the one way window in the observation lab.

"Will there be any lasting effects?" Strayker asked.

"I don't think so," said Vladek. "Their exposure to the parasites were very short term. They are now experiencing something akin to a hangover."

"A hangover?"

"Yes. The parasites over stimulated the pleasure centers of their brain to gather control over them," said Vladek. "The effect was much like alcohol, or Superweed."

"What have you done with the parasites, Doctor?" Strayker asked.

"I have kept a few for study, and destroyed the rest. They are a most fascinating creatures, a parasite capable of controlling nearly any sentient being. They use the nervous system like conduits to get to the brain-"

"That's all very fascinating, Doctor, but I want them all destroyed."

"But Commander, to study them-"

"All of them, Doctor," said Strayker.

"Yes sir."

Strayker looked at his agents recovering in their beds. "When will they be able to return to duty?"

"A day or two, I think. Why?" Vladek asked.

"We still have this little matter of mankind being enslaved by these creatures in just over 200 years from now. Someone has changed the timeline, Doctor, and we have to change it back."
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Calle brought Sarah a cup of atomic coffee at her bedside. She accepted it gratefully. "Thank you, John." She said. She sipped it quietly for a long moment. Then she said, "John, I haven't told you how sorry I am."

"Forget it," said Calle. "You were being controlled by that thing on your back."

"No, I wasn't," said Sarah. "When I volunteered to be the one to... give you a rider, that wasn't my rider speaking, that was me."

Calle looked at her with new realization. "It was?"

Sarah nodded, looking very embarrassed. "I was... jealous of what Erica was about to do. I wanted to do it myself. That's the thing, John. The rider didn't control me, not fully. It influenced me. Heavily, I'll admit... but ultimately, the decision was still mine. I wanted to have sex with you in front of everyone. I wanted to be the one to give you a rider. Can... can you forgive me?"

Calle held her head in his arms. "Sarah, there's nothing to forgive."
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Two days later the base was operating normally again.

Colonel Strayker held a conference with his senior agents. "Now that Sarah is back on the job, we've been able to trace the source of the infection. Apparently in the year 2754, exactly 200 years from now, the Survey Service Frigate Scunathorpe is going to encounter an alien derelict vessel. They sent a boarding party to the ship. That boarding party became infected with these creatures, and then spreads the infection back to the Scunathorpe. When the Scunathorpe returned to Earth, these parasites spread themselves like a plague."

"They took over the entire planet?" said Mercy Kildaire.

"We have all seen how they reproduce," said Strayker. "They harness human sexuality, the urge to procreate, and once they operate the levers of power, they turn that powerful urge into a new direction, one which serves them." He paused, taking a smoke from his nuclear cigar. Ayesha, the Indian woman with the round, firm buttocks, held out an ashtray, and he thanked her as he flicked some of the ashes into it.

"We have to stop that ship from spreading the infection. Captain Calle will be in charge of this most delicate mission."

"Me, sir?" said Calle.

"You were the one who seemed most aware of the alien takeover of our base. You were the only one besides myself who somehow wasn't taken over," said Strayker. "I know it's a heavy responsibility, but you're the best man for the job. Can you do it, Captain?"

"I'll try, sir," said Calle.
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Calle didn't know Lieutenant Don Riegel very well. They had been on a few missions together but had never really talked. Obviously he had gotten to see a lot of Riegel recently, when the man was nude and having vaginal intercourse with Sarah. It irked him that the man hadn't felt the need to apologize to Sarah or to Calle about that. While it was true that he hadn't been in control of his actions, he seemed to feel none of the guilt that Sarah did.

But Riegel had been assigned to him, and so he would have to put his feelings aside and work with the man.

Calle had conferred with Sarah and learned how history had been altered. In their original timeline, the Scunathorpe had never encountered the alien derelict ship. In the present timeline, however, the Scunathorpe had been attracted to the alien ship by a beacon. A beacon put there by one of the factions.

The working presumption was that Goodlife had put the beacon on the alien ship. Even the Temporal Social Justice Warriors or the Luddites would never do anything like that. To think that even the Goodlife would go so far to destroy mankind was extremely disturbing. But of course, a group which thought nothing of wiping out the human race through thermonuclear war probably wouldn't have any qualms about turning over humanity to parasitic alien creatures.

Calle and Riegel gated into the Scunathorpe a mere hour before it encountered the alien ship. It was a tricky insertion; they had never travelled so far away from Earth before. Sarah worked intently at the controls with Doctor Vladek's help for several hours before they agreed on the proper path for the Binochi Corridor. If they were even slightly off, Calle and Riegel would step out into a vacuum.

"Have you got it right?" Calle had asked anxiously just before he had stepped into the Binochi Corridor.

"Yes," said Sarah.

"Are you sure?" said Calle. "If you're off, even by a little...."

"Then I'll have to get myself a new lover," said Sarah. "Don Riegel proved himself more than a little disappointing in that department, by the way."

"You didn't seem disappointed at the time."

"Only because I was staring at you the entire time," said Sarah.

Calle blinked and wondered if it were true. He looked into Sarah's eyes and saw her love for him. He was beginning to love her too, but could he really love a woman like he loved Marion?

In any event, they arrived safely on an empty corridor on the lower decks of the Scunathorpe.

Their job was to subtly disable the ship's sensors so that while the sensors would appear to be operational, they wouldn't pick up any communication signals. All they would need would be a few hours, just long enough to get past the-

Suddenly, an attractive woman walked down the hallway towards them. As she got closer, Calle saw how beautiful she was. She had luxurious red hair, piercing green eyes, and lush lips. The curves on her Survey Service day shirt showed an ample bosom. She was simply gorgeous. And she wore the uniform of a commander! She was probably the first officer.

"Commander," said Calle, nodding his head by way of greeting. Riegel did the same. Both he and Calle were, of course, dressed in the uniforms of Survey Service officers of the era.

"Commander?" said the woman, with an amused smile. She stopped and looked at Calle. "What did you just call me, Ensign?"

Calle frowned. He had obviously missed something. But her rank insignia clearly read as Commander. "Sorry... ah... Ma'am."

The woman's smile grew more perplexed. "I don't think I've seen either of you before."

"We're new to the ship, Ma'am," said Calle. "We just came aboard on Earth."

"Really," said the woman, and she stepped closer, so she was face to face with Calle. "I don't recall any new crewmembers reporting to me before we left Earth."

Reporting to me. That meant she was-

"What's my name, crewman?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "Well?"

Calle looked at Riegel, and nodded. They turned and ran.

But on a ship the size of a frigate, it wasn't easy to find a place to hide. Especially from dedicated Survey Service search teams. And so it wasn't long before they were both brought to the woman's office, with their hands in electrocuffs.

"Do you remember my name now?" She asked, her eyes glittering with slight amusement. "It's Captain. Captain Andrea Farber. And what are we to do with you?"
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Calle and Riegel sat in the detention block. They had been searched, of course, and their weapons and devices, including their recall devices, had been taken away from them.

"We have to tell her," said Calle.

"We can't," said Riegel. "Telling her will violate the Temporal Prime Directive."

"Fuck the Temporal Prime Directive," said Calle. "We have to stop her from boarding that ship."

"Commander Strayker would never authorize it."

"You can bring it up with him, if we ever seen him again." Calle raised his voice. "Guard! I have something to say to the Captain!"
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"So you're Time Travelers... from the past?" said Andrea.

"Yes," said Calle.

"I wasn't aware we had time travel two hundred years ago," said Andrea. "We certainly don't have it today."

Calle had no answer for that. Shouldn't she at least have been aware of Straykerland?

"These devices were found on your person," said Andrea, waving to her desk. She picked up one. "This seems to be a pretty standard compression pistol, an older model, perhaps," she said, looking at Calle intently. Then she picked up a recall device. "This, however, is something of another kind. Our scanners cannot penetrate it. What is it?"

"It's a recall device," said Calle. "We activate it when we want to go back to our time."

Andrea nodded slowly.

"Just press it and you'll see that I'm telling you the truth."

Andrea tossed the recall device casually in her hand. "My science officer has a different theory. He thinks it's some kind of hand grenade."

"He's wrong," said Calle.

Andrea looked at Calle. "And you say the reason you have come here is to stop us from boarding the alien ship."

"Yes. Your crewmen will come back with a parasite, one which will infect your entire crew."

Andrea nodded slowly, as she walked around Calle in a circle. "For your information, Mr. Calle, if that is your real name, we boarded the alien ship an hour ago. Our boarding party came back, completely unharmed."

"Have them examined by your ship's doctor," said Calle.

Andrea stared him in the eyes. "They just were."

"Then... they have taken over your doctor."

Andrea frowned. "I want to know who you are and how you got aboard my ship!"

"I told you, we're time travelers-"

"You can tell it to the authorities back on Earth," Andrea snapped. "Take them away!"

As the red vested security guard started to pull on Calle's electrocuffs, he yelled, "Captain! You're making a terrible mistake! Please, listen to me, the future of mankind depends on it!"
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A few hours later, Captain Farber's first officer, Lieutenant Commander William Rykkert, entered her command office. "Any change with the prisoners?" she inquired.

"No," said Rykkert. "But we've gotten some fascinating recordings from the alien ship."

"Really? I wasn't aware of that," said Farber.

"There is," said Rykkert. He went over to Farber's side of the desk and showed her a Pad. As the recording started to play, Andrea started to smell rotting oranges.....
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Ten minutes later, Captain Farber was completely nude on her back, while Rykkert, similarly nude, was pounding between her legs. Andrea knew it was wrong, she knew it was really wrong, but she couldn't help herself. Her need was just so great.

"Oooooh," she groaned as she felt Rykkert's tool deep inside of her. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Relax," said Rykkert, giving her a gay smile. "In just a few minutes you'll love nothing better." The rider on his back started to bubble and split....
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An hour later, Calle was once again brought to the Captain's command office.

"He won't be needing those," said Andrea, pointing to his electrocuffs. "Remove them and wait outside."

A moment later Calle was rubbing his sore wrists as he stared at the Captain. Something about her had changed. She seemed more relaxed, more... at ease with herself. She smiled at Calle in a way that made Calle shudder.

"Everything I told you was true, Captain."

"Oh, I believe you," said Andrea, and she walked around her desk sinuously, like a cat, swaying her hips back and forth. She came over to him and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "I believe it all."

Suddenly, Calle started to smell rotting oranges again. He knew exactly what it was. He tried to pull away, but Andrea grabbed him and gave him an intoxicating kiss. Somehow the effect of the kiss further clouded his mind, and when she pulled back, he found he had loss the will to resist her.

"No, Captain, you've been infected," said Calle weakly.

"Yes, I have," said Andrea, nodding solemnly. She pulled her day shirt over her head, and slowly removed her sexy Survey Service bra. She had large, teardrop shaped breasts that were simply beautiful.

Exactly like Marion's.

Calle was enthralled by the sight of them. Andrea pressed against his chest, and Calle groaned as he felt her soft, heavy melons against him. It was just like Marion, all over again.

Andrea kissed him, and looked up into his eyes. "I'm going to make this so easy for you. So easy, so pleasant, you won't feel a thing. I promise," she said earnestly. She started to kiss him and undress him.

No! a thin voice cried in his head. As Andrea undressed him, Calle found himself thinking of Colonel Strayker. How had he found the strength to resist the pheromones?

"It was quite easy, Captain, when the fate of the entire history of mankind was at stake."

Colonel Ted Strayker was a real son of a bitch. John Calle hated his abstinence, his stubbornness, his meanness, his complete lack of empathy. But if there was one thing John Calle admired about Ted Strayker, it was his willpower.

Did Ted Strayker have something he didn't?

Calle cast a glance over to the Captain's desk even as Andrea kissed him again. His compression pistol and recall device was still on it. If only he had the strength... if only.... He looked at Andrea's gorgeous face, at her incredible breasts, her warm, soft, sexy body, and he realized he needed her... he needed to be inside her, so very badly....
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"Incoming," said Sarah.

The Binochi Corridor lit up. Strayker gave a small hand gesture, and a half dozen soldiers aimed their compression rifles at it.

A moment later, John Calle stepped through the gateway.

"Where's Lieutenant Riegel?" was the first words out of Strayker's lips.

"He... he didn't make it, sir," said Calle.

Strayker nodded. "Take off your shirt, Captain."

"Sir?"

"Take it off!"

The soldiers raised their compression rifles.

Calle slowly removed his shirt.

"Now turn around."

Calle turned around, to reveal... a completely bare back.
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"We arrived too soon, and we had the bad luck to run into the Captain," said Calle. "Don and I were separated. I was in the Captain's quarters where she tried to... control me. I managed to overpower her and activate the recall device, but Don... is still stuck in their brig. Sir, we have to go back and get him."

"That would involve looping yourself, Captain," said Strayker, looking severe in a formal olive colored suit with high collars.

"Not if I arrived a moment after I left."

"On a ship which you admit is full of infected Survey Service crewmembers."

"We can't just leave him there, sir!" said Calle.

Strayker paced back and forth in his office, puffing on a nuclear cigarette.. "You confirmed that this alien ship was the source of the infection?"

"Absolutely, sir."

"And you also confirmed that the Scunathorpe was the ship which transported these parasites back to Earth."

"Yes sir."

Strayker nodded, and paced some more. Then he said, "Very well. You're dismissed."

"Sir?" said Calle. "Shouldn't we-"

"The matter will be taken care of," said Strayker.

"How, sir? If only we-"

"Captain Calle, the matter will be taken care of." Strayker glared at him with those cold blue eyes, made only more severe by his bright blonde hair.

"Yes sir," said Calle, his heart sinking. He went to internal quarters, and got some much needed sleep.

When he woke up, he sought out Sarah, in the control room. She was monitoring an active arrival.

"You shouldn't be here," said Sarah.

"Why?" Calle asked.

At that moment, Major Reynolds and Captain Ryan McKenna arrived from the Binochi Corridor. And both of them were wearing spacesuits.

"Was your mission a success?" Sarah asked, giving Calle a worried side glance.

"You would know better than us," said Reynolds, taking off his helmet. "We didn't stick around to watch it happen, for obvious reasons."

"Sarah, what's going on?"

Sarah didn't answer. She turned to her holoscreens, and stared at them for a long minute.

Calle went over to Reynolds. "Alex, where did you go?"

"For a little spacewalk, John," said Reynolds blankly.

"It's done," said Sarah suddenly.

"All right?" said Reynolds.

"All right," said Sarah.

Reynolds smile and slapped gloved hands with Captain McKenna, and they both headed to the locker room.

"Sarah, what just happened here?" Calle asked.

Sarah kept staring at her screens. "John, I have a lot of work to do."

He spun her chair around. "Sarah, what just happened here?"

Sarah saw Naomi watching them out of the corner of her eye. Well, that couldn't be helped.

"Major Reynolds just returned from a most delicate mission," said Sarah, her face a blank.

"What kind of mission, Sarah?"

She paused. "One involving a Nova bomb."

"No," said Calle, staggering for a moment as he practically fell into a chair. "He blew up...."

"A ship containing 73 Survey Service officers and crew."

"And... Lieutenant Riegel?"

"73 officers and crew... and one Continuity Service operative."

"Why?" said Calle, "We could have sent a followup team-"

"And looped ourselves. Or exposed ourselves to the parasites. This was the only way to be sure."

"We... we could have used the nova bomb on the alien ship-"

She stared at him. "But you didn't return with the coordinates for the alien ship. You told the Commander that you weren't even sure exactly when the Scunathorpe encountered it. The only way to be sure was to destroy the Scunathorpe."

"Oh my God!" Calle cried. "I'm responsible for the death of 74 men and women!"

"John," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He pulled away.

Sarah got up and slapped him in the face. Suddenly everyone's eyes in the control room were on them. "John, it had to be done. 74 people had to die so humanity could be saved. We couldn't take any chances. Lieutenant Riegel knew what he was giving his life for. So do all of us, every time we step into the Corridor."

Calle bit his lip and looked away. Then he marched out of the control room without saying another word.
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