Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 49: Windy Rhodes, Chef
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 49: Windy Rhodes, Chef - 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
The next morning, Mathew and I picked up the two carriages. We squeezed all the girls on and picked up the large cargo wagon on our way towards Franklin, near our property.
Ox warned me there was trouble waiting for us on our way. He provided us with guns.
Edwards and I both got modern automatic pistols. We also got two shotguns each. They looked like vintage breech-loading guns from the 19th century. They were actually automatic shotguns that looked like they were just single-shot’s.
They each held ten rounds of 12-gauge buckshot. The buckshot was loaded in sabots that held the buckshot together. That made the sabots accurate out to 100 yards. They also had red dot scopes on them that only Mathew and I could see and use.
A few miles out of town, we got the heads up; a group of five was waiting just ahead. It was a case of the old ‘chop a tree down across the road bullshit.’
We anticipated that they were an inept group of hoodlums; they looked the part. They only had single-shot pistols. We stopped 100 feet short of the fools.
“Bring us your wagons and yer wimmen, assholes.”
I smiled, “Come and get them.”
They started riding around the little tree and galloped our way. Two of them shot their pistols so far away while riding, the rounds went straight into the ground. I shot three of them, and Mathew shot the other two.
Upon inspection, we found their horses and tack to be in a useless condition. We took the horses into the woods and removed their tack. These poor old nags would be better off on their own. They were well past their usefulness.
We lined the bodies up next to the road, and I wrote “ROBBERS” on one of their shirts with a grease pen. We left their crappy guns near their bodies.
Edwards and the girls were unaware of my body disposal service.
We rode for many bumpy miles until we saw the town. Ox informed me the five were buried at sea with their guns.
We passed through town and headed right to the tobacco farm.
We turned onto the hidden path to the building site. We arrived to find six tents set up in a row.
There were a lot of supplies here already. There were two small barrels of nails. There were cedar shakes for the roofs. There were bags of mortar for laying the foundations. There were several different sizes of wooden beams. Some are 6 x 6, and others are even larger.
There was a large booklet that was printed on cloth. Each page featured drawings and instructions on how to construct the buildings. It is recommended that the girls build the office building first. It’s a 20 x 40 two-story, and they could use it temporarily to house everyone. From there, they can build out the rest of the barns and other factory buildings.
I looked at the plans. The barn was your typical tobacco barn. The main manufacturing building was just a large, rectangular one-story building.
For barracks, we had two choices. One long building with bath facilities at one end, and eating at the other. Bunk rooms are in the middle.
The other choice was a two-story barracks with showers upstairs. It has the toilets and sinks downstairs. It would have plumbing and some sneaky Heillizdt tech to make it more livable. The two-story version had a couple of extra rooms upstairs at one end. Rooms for Mathew? These upstairs rooms were right above the dining area.
I looked in one of the tents. It was large and had three double mattresses on the floor. I examined one. It features a hard, wood-like bottom for a perfectly flat surface. Additionally, it has two inches of what feels like gel foam.
There were sheets and a woven blanket folded on top of each mattress. What looked to be small throw pillows were at the head of the mattresses. I realized these mattresses were dual-purpose. When they build the bunk beds later, these will fit the frames perfectly.
It had gotten quiet, so I came out to see what was going on. The workers had found a box of beef jerky. They were quietly gnawing at the tough stuff. There was a box open, revealing enamel dishes and cups. They had tapped a barrel of water and were using the enamel cups to drink from. You can hardly eat jerky without some water.
Mathew came over. After the first day of the trip, he had become Mathew to me.
“Bill, do you see the women. As soon as you went into the tent, all of them took off their tops, even the Spanish girls.”
I said, “I’m not surprised, the Taíno girls normally wear very little clothing. Cuba is a hot place to live.”
He said, “They crouched down to drink their water, their legs were wide apart.”
“Mathew, don’t you think they are displaying themselves to you on purpose? However, how you run this place is up to you. Just don’t forget why you’re here. Pussy only at night, please.”
He said, “Soyora has already cut me from the herd. We have not said it, but we are informally affianced.” ( engaged )
I said, “I need to talk to the three Spanish girls and find out what they want to do. Obviously, Soyora wants to stay here as your second in charge. I need to hear her say that.”
“Martina and Ana, on the other hand, are still a little young. I could find a job for Martina, and I even have an idea for her. Ana is another thing altogether. I have no idea what to do with her; she is really 13, not 14, as we were told. I suspect she just turned 13.”
He asked, “How do you want to handle this?”
I said, “I would like you to gather the three and send them to the far tent over there. I will interview them together.”
He said, “I’ll gather them up for you now.”
I went to that far tent and waited. In a few minutes, the three of Spanish descent came in and stood.
I said, “Ladies, we are at a milestone. We have arrived at my factory location, and you are at a decision point.”
Soraya said, “I am staying here as Mathew’s assistant and hopefully his wife or his mistress. Either way, I am his if you’ll allow it.”
I said, “I am glad you have found your man and he has found you. That’s all I needed to hear.”
Soraya said, “I’m finished here?”
I said, “Yes, dear, take care of Mathew for me. You should start referring to him as Mr. Edwards to help remind them that he’s the boss. That by itself will help them establish a proper boss-worker relationship.”
She kissed my cheek and skipped out.
I said, “What am I to do with you two?”
Martina said, “Anything you want us to, master, anything.”
Ox put a revolving nude of Martina up to remind me of her body.
I saw that Ana had a few tears.
I said, “Martina, you know I have many women in my life. I am sure Paloma told you that.”
I sent, “Paloma, do you want Martina as a follower?”
She replied, “Yes. She’s sweet and inoffensive. Bring her home.”
I said, “What about little Ana?”
She said, “There is a story there. I see her as more of a daughter.”
I said, “I will make the offers.”
I turned to Martina and said, “Paloma says you may join my women at my home. She’s the boss at home and where I work, she’s my senior assistant, got it?”
She kissed me and hugged me tight.
I turned to Ana, “Come here, dear.”
I held my arms out and she came right to me, tears running down and sniffling.
Fucking hell, Ox had a naked Ana revolving in my left eye. Ick!
Skinny legs, a tiny little ‘you-know’ between her legs, and mere swellings on her chest.
“OX! Turn that shit off!. Yuck!”
He said, “It’s for the entertainment channel.”
“Sicko. Show them - not me!”
I said out loud, “Paloma says you are to be her step-daughter. You’re not old enough to have a job or to join us in the bedroom. You still have a few years of growing up to do. Would you like to be Paloma’s step-daughter?”
She said, “Please, yes, I would like that. I have been very worried. Everyone else was doing sex things ... and I was left out.”
I said gently, “Honey, you may think you’re ready, but you’re really not. I would be a horrible man if I took advantage of a young girl. Sex should be fun, but it must be done responsibly. This is how some young girls end up on the street with a starving baby. I don’t want that for you.”
“No.”
I said, “Good, we know what you two are doing then. You’re coming home with me. Are you ready to go now? Go get your stuff. Hurry now.”
I said, “Ox, three to transfer to my home office.”
The girls came running in with their little bags. We were moved to my office.
I said, “Paloma, are you at work?”
She said, “It’s what you pay me for. I’m actually talking to Róise over in Emporia.”
I said, “Anything important?”
She said, “Girl stuff. Her Exos have made her body younger. She’s found a man.”
I said, “Ooooh, romance stuff, huh? When you’re done there, I have Martina and Ana here at home.”
She said, “Be there soon.”
I told the girls, “I need to get back, you two can stay here, Paloma will be here in a few minutes. Please give me a hug.
I got my hugs and was back in the tent outside Franklin. I went out to see what was going on.
The horses were out to the side and were hobbled.
A group of women had shovels and were digging what I presumed was the foundation for the office. I knew it was the office because it was roughly 20 feet square.
I noticed a nearby tarp pulled back, revealing a lot of tools the women hadn’t brought with them. It had been hidden there. I saw wheelbarrows, concrete, and mortar mixing tools. I got closer, and there was a book there with black and white cartoon illustrations. They show how to use the different tools.
I found Mathew.
“I’m going home until morning.”
Ox said, “I put a bag of coins in your left pocket.”
I reached in and handed the bag to Mathew.
I said, “This should take care of you for a few days. In the morning, send a couple of girls to town in the wagon and get the things you need. Have them hitch the horses up to the carriages. I will return and take them back.”
He said, “I can do that. I will stay here with the girls; they don’t have an AI. Oliver (his AI) says this spot is shielded and has a keep-away thing running. Nobody can bother the girls out here.”