Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 56: Gabriela Muñoz gets Knocked Up
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 56: Gabriela Muñoz gets Knocked Up - 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
“Uhm, Master, breakfast is ready.”
I kissed her cheek, “Maybe I should dress first.”
“You are so bad.”
I said, “Yes, ma’am. You’re not the first to tell me that.”
She left, and I went to get my clothes. Presto-switcho-chango, the Heillizdt had switched my clothes out for a Morgan kilt, with a charcoal silk shirt and a black vest. I had stockings and brogues for my feet.
I came down, and Poppy’s eyes lit up at the sight of me. She had whipped up biscuits, smoked ham, and fresh eggs. I knew they were fresh, as the yolks stood proud of the white, and the whites were firm. I opened two biscuits and put an egg on each half biscuit. I put ham pieces on top of the eggs. It was really yummy.
Backwoods Eggs Benedict? I had no hollandaise sauce, but the real fresh food made all the difference in the world.
I left my mansion, headed for town. The tea at breakfast did not wake me up. I decided to stop in at Todd’s Café for a cup of coffee.
I arrived and found all the spots to be packed. I ended up standing at a counter with several other folks. I had a woman on either side of me. They kept rubbing my upper arms with their tits. Ox is right, they all want what I have.
I looked around and realized the only other men in here had arrived with their women. There were only two.
This was what the World War II fighter pilots called a target-rich environment; It’s packed with females. I love WWII movies.
Sassy delivered my coffee and snickered.
She said, “I see you have met Elsbeth and Patricia, the Richards sisters. Did you tell them you own the mill? Girls, this is Mr. Bill Morgan, the new owner of the mill.”
Elsbeth turned to shake my hand. I took her hand and kissed her lips. Patricia wanted a kiss too, so she got one. They sat there quietly after that, their being muddled and all.
Sassy squinted at me and said, “You do have a way with women, don’t you?”
I shrugged noncommittally and smiled at her pretty face as I took a sip of coffee. The girls eventually woke from their muddle and left, their faces glazed over. I soon finished my coffee, paid the tab, and headed for the mill.
I stopped in and talked with George and Skye. I got them up to date on the bank. They had not come up with anybody for the board. I handed them my little piece of paper listing Skye Martin as the leader, Joshua Wilson, and Marilyn Harper as the other two members.
They agreed.
George gave me the ten-cent tour of the factory. I learned more about planting, harvesting, retting, and breaking flax, as well as the rest of the overly involved process of making linen and burlap.
It’s a multi-stage and very complex process. Mostly, I was interested in the machinery. They used a donkey steam engine that turns a shaft that goes across the ceiling. Belts coming off the shaft powered the machines and work stations in the factory.
They manufacture two grades of burlap here. They also produce a medium-grade linen for everyday underclothes.
The end result is that they are shipped downriver. They are shipped to Chesapeake Bay ports, where various textile manufacturers buy them.
Most of the Burlap bags are sewn here for farmers’ use. They use it for corn, potatoes, carrots, and a few other crops.
Finer burlap is used to make coarse outerwear for winter clothing; it is mostly used as a layering material for the very poor. A very small bit of fine burlap is used to make sails for small fishing boats. That’s mostly for the Chesapeake Bay crabber and oyster boats. They use it because it works and is inexpensive.
I met Sassy at closing time and let her know I was returning home in the morning. We enjoyed some time together. We didn’t have much more to say to one another, so we went into her apartment and enjoyed ourselves until she was tired. She still had to do some baking before bed, so I left.
I went to the village near dusk and talked to Chief Askuwheteau. I collected the three girls we had decided on and headed back to my local mansion with them. By the time we arrived, I had decided that the youngest was too small to have a baby. She should be the one to stay here with Poppy. The older 16-year-old girls’ English names translated to “Pea” and “My Heart.” The younger, 14-year-old, is named Dawn.
Poppy took right to Dawn, so that was good. I let Poppy deal with getting clothes and things for Dawn. The new bank manager knew how to support Poppy better. Ox told the house AI to contact him if there were any issues at the mansion.
Poppy got us fed, and the girls were bedded down in the servants’ quarters downstairs. Poppy snuck upstairs and spent the evening with me. Her body was coming along nice, and I enjoyed her very much.
After she left, I showered and visited the Widow’s Walk. There, I tried the last Captain Black flavor. I also had two cups of coffee. I’m glad neither vice has any effect on us. After oatmeal with apple bits and goat’s milk, we three headed back up to my bedroom.
I used the concubine helmet on ‘Pea’ and ‘My Heart.’ Then we ported directly to my house in Williamsburg. Paloma and Johana had been warned that we were coming. I turned the two 16-year-olds over to them.
I told Paloma that since we had not found our missing gardener, these two girls should get the job. Until now, the Heillizdt had been doing the gardening at night.
I asked Paloma to arrange with Gigziks and obtain a better English overlay. And to add an overlay on gardening for the girls.
My plans for the two elder girls were to knock one up at a time. The first to get pregnant would be a boy for Chief Askuwheteau. I would swap that girl for another; that way, the male baby would soon be given to the Chief, to be raised in the tribe.
That son of mine was destined to be the next chief.
I went to Rebecca’s store. I gave her the three pouches of Captain Black tobacco to see which she preferred.
I checked in with Emilia while I was there. She’s showing a lot of baby bump.
I ported from their place directly to Cooper-Howard and left Rose with samples of the three different Captain Black flavors. It was soon decided that Captain Black Gold was the preferred blend by most pipe smokers. I passed them the written recipes for all three Captain Black tobacco flavors. That should keep them busy for a few months.
That night, I gifted Pea with a male baby. She would stay with us until after the baby was born. Then she would return to the Chief with her toddler and a small bag of gold coins as a baby shower gift.
Paloma was all set to hold a baby shower, and Pea is not even showing yet. All the women were looking forward to a new female celebration; baby Showers were not a thing here.
My Heart sister was next on my list to get knocked up. She would provide our house with a baby. Once there was one, it was all downhill from there. I knew I would soon be surrounded by my babies.
The next day, I stopped by Henson Cigars to check on the Taíno project there. The girls making cheroots fit right in; they were happy to be there. They are doing an excellent job.
We had so many orders for cheroots, we needed even more girls.
Gloria mentioned they had to wear more clothes up here, but it’s much cooler up here, so that was OK.
In a month or so, they would ask for even more clothes. It does snow intermittently in Virginia near the coast in Winter. It doesn’t snow a lot, but they will need more than a top and a short skirt. More clothing will be needed to cover them properly when it gets cold. They will need layers, long skirts, and coats at a minimum. I authorized the extras.
In Franklin, I found that the Taíno girls were nearing the completion of all the construction.
The carpenter girls had all expressed the desire to remain in Franklin after construction was finished, to work making cigarillos for us here. I told Mathew I would be back in a day or two to cement our plans.
Soraya, Mathew’s assistant, had been experimenting with the various tools for chopping tobacco and rolling the cigarillos. That reminded me I needed special tobacco for the outer wrappings of the cigarillo.
Back at my office, I started searching the web for small cigarillo-type offerings in my home on Earth 23. Most in the US used ‘Connecticut Shade’ or “Connecticut Broad-Leaf’ for wrappers. Their interior tobacco blends were made from tobaccos from the Dominican Republic and other Caribbean countries. The latter are all still Spanish territory on Earth.
I did not consider our northern tobaccos a good source for making mini cigarillos. If we chose to go ahead soon, we could be making cigarettes already. I had no idea how those would be received. Cigarillos should be the first thing we release. They would catch on quickly with customers and serve as a gateway to ready-made cigarettes.
I was leaning towards going straight for ready-made cigarettes. That tobacco was already in the fields. All we needed was cigarette paper and a suitable packaging material to start. These items are now readily available in the province of Virginia.
No, I wanted Cigarillos. I needed more information.
I ported to my hotel room in Cuba. I left right away and went to visit Elmont and Lola.
I laid out my Cigarillo issues with them.
Elmont said, “Why don’t you buy Cuban tobacco as one filler. After all, the very best cigars are made here. They all use Cuban tobaccos.”
Lola said, “Those other tobaccos from those other places are for more common cigars in non-Spanish countries. No Spaniard or even a poor Cuban would smoke them.”
She went on, “We can purchase small quantities of Cuban tobacco and blend it with burley or another Virginia tobacco filler, or more. We can even get wrappers here. Give us a day or so to look into this. Elmont and I are still hesitant about the ready-made cigarette concept.”
I said, “OK, I’ll give you a few days to look into that. Have you found any more girls for the cheroot project? We are still swamped and need more girls for that.”
Lola said, “Yes. I can get plenty of Taíno girls. None have any cigar experience as all the real experienced girls are all being held on the plantations here.”
I said, “The girls I ‘borrowed’ took only a day to become proficient at rolling our flavored cheroots. I think it would take less than a week to take a common village girl, and train her to roll cheroots for me.”
Lola said, “I know we can work with that. I will visit a few of the villages east of here. They are up to their necks in teenage girls, and they can’t feed them all.”
She said, “They are very poor over there. I will need bribe money. We will, in essence, be purchasing the girls from their parents. They won’t be slaves, but the families can make use of the money.”
Ox chimed in, “Gold is not appropriate for Taíno people. Too many questions would be asked. We will make silver and copper coins in small denominations that they can readily use.
I said, “Thank you, Ox.”
I said aloud, “So, to sum it up, Elmont will see about finding me a source for tobacco, and you, Lola, will gather more Taíno girls. Let’s keep it simple, 15 or so girls at a time, that’s all that will fit comfortably on my small ship.”
I felt a weight in my pocket. I pulled a bag out containing silver and base metal coins. I handed the bag to Lola.
We left the meeting convinced that we had a start at getting what we need.
Elmont was to find me local tobacco sources. Lola would collect teenage Taíno girls.
I walked back to the hotel, went in, and went up to my room. Neus saw me come in and welcomed me back with a long hug and a sexy kiss. I mentioned that I would be here for at least a day or two.
In my room, I went out on the veranda and lit up today’s pipe with Triple Threat Tobacco and sipped some whiskey from my hidden kitchen. I sat out there and brooded over my problems for a while.
Ox said, “Neus approaches your room.”
I went inside and answered the door when she knocked.
I said, “Why Neus, it’s so nice to see you. What can I do for you?”
She said, “I wanted to see if there was anything the Señor needs at this time.”
She was swinging her hips from side to side and sneakily scissored her legs. I could see her begin to smolder. She was horny as could be.
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