Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 44: Gloria’s Plan
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 44: Gloria’s Plan - 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
Ox said, “Watch this vid.”
It was inside a Taíno hut, and two females were using small shells to pluck each other’s pubic hair. That explains the naked pussies, but not the lack of hymens, not that that is my business.
Ox said, “These men see bare pussies all day long and all the naked little titties they can stand. How long could you be around dozens of mostly naked girls, knowing they were all hairless down below? The kinkiness factor would have to kick in. Take a closer look at the girl they raped. Sensors tell us the blood is not from rape, but from her normal monthly flow.”
“Oh, Gross! So...”
Ox said, “All is not as it seems. What they do here is their business if it’s not rape. I suspect they have their own moral code. The main issue here is that they cheat their workers out of their pay.”
I said, “I have rethought things here. I think any red-blooded male needs to get a piece of ass, being around naked women all day, every day. When I came in, I noticed the other girls paid little attention to the goings on and kept on rolling cigars. It was nothing to them. I think the girl getting fucked was a natural screamer.”
Ox said, “Hmm ... You are correct. Reviewing the vid reveals that this was not a rape, it was consensual sex on her part.”
Ox continued, “Looking back, it seems we did not expect the strangeness of their society. We did not understand how it worked. We expected it to be like Provincial New England, clearly it is not like that at all.”
Ox said, “The large grass huts are family dwellings. The people here are basically living in a polygamist society. Two or three men live in each hut. They may be cousins, brothers, or fathers and sons. There are between 10 and 25 women to a hut. Night times are exciting here.”
Ox said, “Whenever a woman here can entice a man, she will. The Taíno population is thriving under this system. They are a lusty people; they can and will breed at the drop of a hat.”
“That girl and the overseer were fucking mutually, she wanted to get fucked. She most likely enticed him. She may even have wanted their baby. It seems she might get a stipend for a baby.”
I replied, “I am not sure how well this will work for us. Here, the Taíno are understood. How would they survive in a place like Suffolk? I worry about that.”
Ox said, “We should control their breeding. The easiest way would be to build them a big hut like they are used to. Add two or three sterile Taíno men to fuck them when they feel the need. The men will be conks so they are loyal to you or a company head-man or head-woman.”
“The Taíno men will assist the women and escort them in public. You should periodically breed a female. By rotating who gets pregnant, and when, we will intrude less on productivity. We will select for female babies only.”
“You want all the women to have my babies? - WTF, Ox?”
Ox said, “Why not. Your genes are perfect. All of your children will be perfect.”
I said, “Uh, what about the second generation?”
Ox said, “Your daughters will all be great managers and supervisors. Send some to the other factories. The Taíno women are not limited to one child. They can each have many. We can add a few sons later as well, if you wish.”
“Fuck me! 25 women per building and many children for each woman? This boggles my mind, Ox.”
Ox said, “So! What now?”
I said, “Let’s go back to the first room. Let these sleeping people wake up normally, but groggily. I hope they are not weirded out too much.”
I headed to the first room and picked a corner to watch the girls work. Ox began showing me their hairless pussies, and I began to realize the girls here may be older than I had first assumed. They are just diminutive in size, but all of them had boobs of one size or another.
They ranged from half plum size boobies, up to half Valencia orange size titties. That was as big as their boobs got. None had evidently borne any children yet. There were no stretch marks to be seen.
One breast oddity in common was that the breasts were all East-West breasts. I.e., they were all far out to the women’s sides.
Their areola are all around 1 to 1 1/2 inches across, regardless of breast size. Many pointed down even at a young age. Was that natural?
I watched as they interacted with each other. I soon had one young woman picked out as the eldest. She acts as a supervisor, scolding others to do things a certain way.
“I said, “Ox, take me to a field where they are working in the tobacco.”
I was ported to a field, and I watched women using hoes and small mattocks to work over the weeds. They were all well tanned out, unlike the somewhat paler factory girls. They were also scantily clothed. Some were well tanned and others were even a copper shade. The skin of the outside workers was noticeably darker. Older women all had symbols and patterns painted on their bodies.
These women were more mature, age-wise. I realized I had only visited three factory rooms. Who knows what the other rooms hold?
I had Ox move me around, so I toured the insides of a couple of the big round homes leisurely. They cooked and ate outside, evidently. There was no furniture inside other than woven mats and the occasional blanket. They did not have walls inside, but there were a few woven screens.
There are fire rings outside, and the necessary facilities are slit trenches. I guess females squat over the trench sideways to do their business.
I saw two men carrying two long fish and eels to one of the houses. Women were already cooking beans and rice over a fire pit. The women set to cleaning the fish and eels as soon as they were laid down. In minutes, their catch was on racks and cooking over the fire.
The women cooking were obviously child care givers and cooks. Most field workers were women.
I said, Gloria, are you busy?”
She said, “No, I am in your office working, why?”
I said, “I am in Cuba. I have found your cigar women. I have almost two dozen right here. I need a woman’s touch to enlist them in our flavored cheroot pursuit. They are all natives. Young Taíno girls are mixed-race Mestizos, some may be part Spanish. They are currently slaves here. I am not sure if they are actual slaves or something like serfs. I think the difference is negligible here in Cuba.”
She said, “I understand, I can leave now, where am I going?”
I said, Hacienda Los Ramirez, in front of the factory.”
Gigziks had moved me as we were taking. Gloria popped in beside me.
I said, “Are you invisible?”
She said, “Yes, I think so.”
“Follow me.”
We went inside, and I turned to the left, and we entered the room where the group of young girls was. They are rolling Mini Cigarillos.
Rose said, “It stinks in here.”
I replied, “It’s hot, it’s their body odor.”
I continued, “You have seen nothing yet. My main concern is whether they are willing to leave their families behind. How bad do they want to escape this sweatshop and near slavery? We also need to build them a home or homes in or near Suffolk.”
I pointed, “That woman over there is Anagui (pronounced Ana-wi). She appears to be the eldest and is a supervisor here of some sort. She passes out orders and chews butt sometimes. These girls are brought here when they reach a young breeding age. Not sure how that is determined. Oh, these Taíno people are wildly promiscuous.”
Rose said, “Can you leave me here to watch these Chicas work a while.
I said, “OK, will do.”
The Spanish Crown did not approve of any enslavement of the Taino Indians. Where there is a will, there is a way. Taino natives were locally ‘dispensed’ to the settlers in the form of an encomienda. It is an old Spanish institution from the days of the Reconquista of the Iberian Peninsula. They took it back from the Umayyad Caliphate.
Muslims from North Africa attacked the Iberian Peninsula. That’s where Portugal and Spain are today. That invasion happened in the 10 century, A.D. The Reconquista ended in 1492 when the locals retook their land.
Settlers to the new world were given a grant of natives. The settler or encomendero became responsible for their civilization. That included their catholic conversion. Serfdom was the situation of many low-class people under one sort of vassalage or another.
I left and walked around the other factory rooms, looking at the various cigars being produced. I poked my nose in as much as I could. When I got bored enough, I had Ox pop me back to my room in Santiago de Cuba.
After a quick shower, I put on fresh boxers, got a drink, and got my faux Kindle reader out. After a while, I went out on the stealth veranda. I chewed on a cherry cheroot and read.
It was uncomfortable, so I took the boxers off. Who cares, the locals can’t see me.
Gigziks sent, “Bill?”
“Yes, my dear?”
She said, “I think I have the solution to housing the Taíno females in Virginia. Let me show you.”