Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 37: Lara Gets Conked
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 37: Lara Gets Conked - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Coercion Consensual Romantic Farming Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Paranormal Magic Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Smoking
Once sitting in Amiyah’s office, I told her, “I found out about the sordid whorehouse because Lara was at the lounge last night. They recruit new girls by giving them a knockout drug in their drinks. Then they carry them next door to the whorehouse. They keep them locked in and doped up until they become addicted. They use drugs to control the girls.”
She said, “ ... and what about LARA?”
I said, “Oh, she had been drugged, but she’s perfectly fine now. I rescued her and took her to my house. My servants are caring for her. She will wake soon from the drug if she hasn’t already. They will feed her and get her together. She has not been harmed. She just had a long night’s sleep and will be slightly groggy from the opium.”
She said, “Are you sure? How do you know she will be fine?”
I said, “I looked. She still has her virginity.”
She said, “You LOOKED?”
I said, “Yes, I looked. I know she was doped with opium, and one dose alone is not enough to addict her. I had to look, Amiyah.
Gigziks said, “On our way,” as I caught Amiyah before she slid to the floor.
Gigziks came in with another Heillizdt, and they left through a new portal. They were back with Amiyah a minute later.
Gigziks said, “She will be less angry, worried, and aggravated at you now. She also looks your age from the neck down now. She is now one of your close women. The relationship grew naturally between you. She was more worried about Lara than about what part you had in the fiasco at the lounge.”
I said, “Thank you, Gigziks. I was getting worried about her. She just fainted.”
Gigziks said, “We are only doing our job supporting you here. Making her look 15 from the neck down was a big request from social media. Face-wise, she looks like 24 or 25 now. Enjoy her, we hyped up her sex drive even more.”
I said, “As if she needed that done.”
I picked up Amiyah and sat her on my lap. I kissed her as Gigziks and company departed.
Her eyes fluttered open. “I am sorry for yelling at you, master,” she said as she jammed her lips on mine, or at least she tried to.
Amiyah got on her knees and pulled open my kilt. She took me into her mouth and made love to my cock. Holding and kissing her had reminded her that I had a cock and she enjoyed it. I finished pulling my kilt down, and she hiked her skirt and got up to take me inside her.
“Ahhhhhhh, Oh master, you are the best. Now make me yours.”
(“Again? Been here, done that.”)
I could not make her mine again; Amiyah made me hers as she fucked me to parade rest. She had always been a demanding lover. Now, she was even more so. My new, improved cock almost knocked her out.
Looking at her face and her body afterward, I thought, WOW, just wow! She really looks so much like Lara now. I was wondering how that would work. An aunt and her niece in one bed? Oooh!
It gave me the naughty shivers just thinking about that. I may want to avoid taking Lara as a lover. I suspect she would demand a ring. Sorry, but fifteen years old is too young to get married.
I returned to the whorehouse and gathered all my new concubines in the waiting room.
I said, “Ladies, I am William Morgan; please call me Bill. Paloma, my close associate, will soon return with one set of clothes for each of you. All of you are welcome to stay here if you wish. Of course, this is a business, so if you decide to stay, you will see to the comfort of our customers. Do any of you wish to leave and return to your old lives?”
After a long pause, I said, “No?”
Then I said, “I’m surprised. Well, so be it. We are closed for a few days while we remodel. We will provide more services to the men who visit. They will be given coffee and tea. No booze or drugs will be used here ever again. It dulls the men and slows everything down.”
I said, “While you were asleep, you were given a tonic I have access to. If you had a head cold or even a disease in your privates, it would be gone by tomorrow. You need not worry about ever having anything like that again. You are protected.”
I said, “One thing will be very different; I do not believe in slavery. You ladies were kidnapped and turned into slaves. From now on, you will each receive a good portion of the money we collect. I am already wealthy in my own right. I think you should receive sixty percent, and the house will retain forty percent for room and board, as well as providing you with security. You are now employees.”
I called the Chinese door lady to me.
I asked her, “What is your name, dear?”
She said, “Zou Li, master, as she bowed deeply.”
“Miss Li, what was your title here?”
She said, “No title, they call me Old Woman.”
I said, “You are now Mama-San here.”
She smiled.
My Dad had talked a lot when we were in the Far East about specific things relating to women over there. Mama-San was the title of the head boss woman. Zou Li was obviously the oldest female present, and she had more experience working the window and the waiting room.
Zou Li said, “Need bouncers. Old ones are gone.”
I said, “They are gone, as well as the Dinan brothers. None of them will ever be back. They were deported. I will try to find new bouncers.”
I said, “Ox, I need a portal here.”
There is one in Galt’s old bedroom. Its title is “Whorehouse.”
I said to Michizoe Manami, “Michizoe, I need you here. Portal to ‘Whorehouse.’ Come down the stairs, and you will find me in a room full of women. Bring some clubs and things.”
“Yes, Master, right away.”
Two minutes later, she came in carrying a wakizashi and a kanabo; the kanabo is a wooden fighting stick or club with numerous painful knobs on it. The wakizashi is a short sword of Japanese design. These were both sized for Michizoe’s stature.
I said to the room, “This young lady is Michizoe Manami; she is a Japanese fighting master. She will be your protector within these walls until I find permanent bouncers.”
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