Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 38: Enlisting Lortan
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 38: Enlisting Lortan - 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
Lortan
Lortan Childress had recently met William Morgan. They had shaken hands. When they shook, for a brief moment, he felt like the youngster had done something. Lortan knew instinctively “William Morgan is a danger to me.”
The first real danger I have been in in decades.
For the first time in a long time, I felt a knot of fear in my gut. I may have to kill the big youngster.
Morgan turned to him and grinned dangerously, “Don’t even think of it. I know who you are and even what you are. If you get within two blocks of me, I will know. Be calm; I am not your enemy, and as long as you don’t rampage and kill a lot of people, your business stays your business.”
I said, “How do you know what I am?” Draining my mind may have told him. I wanted to hear him say it.
He said, “This is not what you think. It’s not my first world. There are things out there (points skywards) that you have no concept of. Look, maybe another time; right now, we need to get to the whorehouse.”
He led me down an alley near the waterfront on the south side of town. We went up a stairway. I noticed, in passing, that the front door has both a peephole and a small window. Morgan opened the substantial door, and we went inside; he threw the steel bolt to lock us in.
I said, “You just left the place open?”
He said, “Of course not. I had it protected. I have my ways. Anyone who got near would feel very nauseous and would go away quickly. There were a couple of roughnecks from the docks who tried. They got two steps up and then ran away before they puked.”
I said, “So, what are we here to see?”
He said, “They are whores. They are girls and women who had been captured and enslaved by the Dinan brothers. A couple of dozen of them live here. The owners of this dump, Galt Dinan and his brother Calum, made the mistake of kidnapping a close friend of mine. She’s a beautiful young woman whom I keep tabs on. I rescued her last night and made the two brothers and their thugs go away, far, far away. They have been punished.”
I said, “Where are they?”
“About 700 miles northwest of here. They were dropped off in the woods. They were dropped miles apart from each other without weapons. Pity about the constant warfare between the tribes in that area. I suspect the men will fall prey to hostile natives.”
I shivered. “Bad way to go. The tribes up there are famous for their bloody torture.”
“My thoughts when I dropped them off there.”
I asked, “Just how did you ‘drop them off’ - as you said?”
He turned to me, “Like you, I have my secrets. I think we can work together, Lortan. What say you?”
He extended his hand to shake again. I took it, and he relaxed a little.
William Morgan said, “Good enough for me.”
He looked at the ceiling and said, “Ox, two to transfer up.”
One moment, I am standing; the next, I find myself sitting in a seat looking down at Williamsburg below me.
We were up in the damn air! I knew it was the William and Mary campus because I recognized the school’s buildings in the distance.
“What the hell?” ‘Oops, I said that in my native Wallachian ... and who is Ox?’ Morgan said, “This is my runabout. It rests up here in the air, and I use it to travel places when I am in a hurry.”
He said, “This is how I got the Dinans’ and his crew up there in little time. It flies very fast and has good cargo capability. Ox, display a map of New York with the whore-masters and their thugs indicated.”
‘Ox again?’
I saw a finely made map appear in front of us in the air, and it had several red dots. Is the map in color? My God. Then, the map shrank off to the side. I could see each man in small areas as they bumbled carelessly through the woods. I could tell they had no idea how to move in the woods. Three braves were presently following one man. He is so fucked.
I said, “This thing rests up in the air? So, why am I up here?”
He said, “It rests up here in the air. It is invisible, which is convenient for me, as it is always near me. What I am showing you is a reflection of my trust in you. To let you know, I trust you, and I wanted to mention that I am not from this area either. We both have our secrets.”
Bill
Drozul broke in, “Bill, I sense another possible entertainment channel around Lortan Childress.”
I said, “I don’t know. He’s a cop and an ancient vampire. How much sex does he get? This is pretty much a porn channel, after all.”
Drozul said, “Actually, sex is only part of it, but it’s also about human life. Interactions, love, good living - things that are pretty much a fantasy for our viewers. He is not a human, hence the uptick in interest in Lortan Childress. He’s exotic.”
I said, “Okaaay?”
He said, “Think about it.”
I said, “I did, that part of the business is yours. I’m not kissing Lortan.
I got a chuckle back from Drozul.
Lortan
I looked around me. I had never seen the entire town laid out in this way.
I said, “There’s a lot more behind this, isn’t there, Morgan? I got caught up in whatever you are doing here, didn’t I?”
Morgan said, “If you want to be. As a man once said, ‘It’s complicated,’ but you don’t need to be involved if you don’t want to be. It’s completely voluntary. On the positive side, if you did want to, there would be great amenities provided to you. As far as what I do, I do nothing illegal. I own factories. I have a lot of girlfriends. I’m a simple man.”
I said, “That’s a load of Bull. I’m flying up in the air, looking down at the town. What are amenities?”
Morgan said, “Physical and worldly pleasures, money, liquor, food, unlimited pussy.”
I said, “I am not sure I can have things like that as a cop, particularly as a senior cop. I am next in succession, just down from the Under-Sheriff. Having unseemly pleasures would be too suspicious.”
Morgan said, “Oh? When we popped up here, who saw us? Nobody. You would have the ability to pop from one place to another. You could duck into an alley and walk out through a wall unseen, and arrive in your new mansion.”
Morgan said, “You could have your harem of pretty servants to care for your every need. Have you ever sat in a large tub of warm water where several women wash you lovingly? You could also be quite wealthy within your mansion. Women to cook for you, do your clothes, take care of your every need.”
He continued, “You could use the new powers in your job as a cop. Popping somewhere fast would be a real advantage. You could put an invisible spy to watch someone you suspected of murder. You would have resources you can’t even imagine right now. Think about it.”
I said, “I will.”
Morgan asked, “How long have you been a cop?”
I said, “Nineteen years. It sounds like a lot, but it’s a short period for me.”
He said, “Let’s talk about this later. Right now, we have a couple dozen whores to worry about.”
I said, “Huh? We don’t. The whorehouse is all yours. We don’t even call them whores generally; they are fallen doves. We see prostitution as a necessary part of life. When you took ownership by the conquest of the Dinans’ place and the women, they became your problem.”
I continued, “Ladies of leisure attract men who do not want or can’t attract a partner. Their presence means we have less problems with rapists and assaults. These women take care of the needs of a certain type of man.”
Morgan said, “Hmm. Well, this is not my home world, so I am still catching on to the more subtle things.”
I thought, ‘Not my world?’ I found myself back inside the whore house for want of another name.
Bill Morgan led me around and showed me the place.
I said, “They are all awake.”
“Yes, I guess it’s as your boss said, you’re here to make a report about the place. They are awake, and the women here have decided to stay and continue working. They will all be healthy and paid for their service. This building will get a facelift.”
I pondered, ‘Facelift? This boy-man is full of weird sayings. I may have to get more involved with him and his intrigues to understand half of what he says.’
I said, “Who’s the Oriental woman?”
He said, “She’s Miss Manami. Currently, she serves as the acting bouncer. She doesn’t look like it, but she’s tough as nails and can be mean as Shit. We spar together often. I know personally she’s a tough one.”
‘Spar?’ I said, “I have seen enough. Do you need me for anything else?”
He said, “I need a couple of tough men who can act as bouncers here. I could probably use a couple in the lounge downstairs as well. If you know of any retired police officers or other skilled individuals seeking a change and a new opportunity to earn a living, please send them my way. Drugging women, dragging them out the back door will not happen here ever again.”
I said, “How do I contact you?”
Morgan handed me a card with an address on it.
He said, “This is my office. I’m often out of town, but I plan to stay close the next few days to get this place back in shape. If you need me, I can pop back here.”
Morgan said, “I need to get this place and the lounge in better shape and get some new employees. My secretary will always be aware of my whereabouts. She is always in contact with me. If you join our organization, you will be able to contact me at any time, too.”
I said, “What? At any time? How is that possible?”
He said, “In one word, magic. Not the wizard with a wand and a spell kind of magic. No potions or the like. It’s called technology. It is a very advanced science. A wise man once said, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”
- Arthur C. Clarke.”
‘Although this modest young man appears young, he uses a lot of words I have never heard before.’
I said, “I could have believed in magic being real. That would be easier than this thing you call technology, which is a term I don’t understand. You explain by using another word I don’t know, science. That makes it hard for me to get my mind around it.”
Morgan said, “It’s technology. It helps if you grew up with it already.”
I said, “Who is Ox? You keep addressing this Ox and looking up.”
He replied, “Ox is my mental assistant. I address him to let him know I want something. I don’t actually need to talk out loud to him. We can converse faster, mind to mind.”
I suddenly found myself on a large ship that was up in the air over the river.
Morgan said, “I asked Ox to take me to my ship. I use this ship to fish in the ocean.”
We started moving; we got faster and faster until I began to feel ill from the speeding view going past. We’re going way too fast.
Morgan said, “I can be fishing 20 miles offshore in minutes. You notice we can see the ship and our surroundings, but nobody can see us. Nobody looks up at us.”
The ship began to descend towards the water. When we reached the water, we met it without a lurch. We started moving through the water. We were going slower, but I did not know you could go this fast through the water.
Morgan said, “Would you care to do some fishing?”
I said, “No. I would not know how.”
Let’s grab dinner while we’re here. It should only take a minute.
“Grab dinner?”
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