Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 57: I take a Wife and Buy a Hacienda.
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 57: I take a Wife and Buy a Hacienda. - 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
I was finishing up my shower when Ox sent. “Little Clarita is coming.”
‘Well, I’ll get this out of the way.’ I opened the door in my boxers.
She had not even knocked yet. She stood there dumbfounded, looking at my chest and abs, her mouth wide open.
“Yes, sweet Clarita.”
She smiled bashfully, looking down, “I wondered...”
I had my cock stiffen, and it popped out of the opening in my shorts. I did that on purpose.
She saw the movement, took a quick glance, turned, and ran away as fast as she could.
I waited until she was out of sight to snicker quietly to myself.
I went back in and poured a whiskey, and grabbed my pipe. I went out on the veranda to take in the beautiful day we have.
I wanted a snack, so after dressing, I went out for a walk around town. I found a sidewalk café with people sitting at the tables. I sat down and ordered a pastry and a coffee. The coffee served here comes in small 4- or 5-ounce cups. What it loses in quantity, it makes up for in quality and strength. You learn to take little sips because of its strength.
It is so thick and strong, yet quite tasty. It’s an excellent counterpoint to any baked product or dessert.
I was walking back when Ox said, “Elmont is searching for you. He was just at the hotel.”
I said, “I’ll go to his place.”
I bumped into him on the way, and we walked to his casa quickly.
He said, “I have a rare find, a rare find. I heard of a small tobacco farm that grows Criollo tobacco. I think this is what you may be looking for.”
I said, “The farm is for sale?”
He said, “The owner died only two days ago. His son hated him and wanted out right away. There is one problem: the wife has nowhere to go. The son stipulates that the new owner must let the wife continue to live there in ‘her’ house.”
I said, “ ... And the problem is???” I won’t live there, so this works well for me. What is Criollo tobacco?”
He said, “Criollo is one of the lesser tobaccos used as filler. It has little taste. You could use it with your existing tobaccos as a blend for your new cigarillos. All we need now is a good tobacco to wrap it with.”
I said, “I can buy my wrapping tobacco from New England. Connecticut grows two of those; they grow Connecticut Shade and Connecticut Broadleaf. We don’t care too much as long as it makes an acceptable smoke. We do not want to compete with fine Cuban cigars, cigarillos, or cigar products from the Caribbean. I am targeting the lower to middle market segment. I want to capture this part of the market. Besides, most New Englanders could really tell a difference.”
I continued, “Elmont, this is just meant to be an ordinary cigarillo as an experiment. We hope that it catches on. My intent is not to only sell cigarillos.”
I said, “I think ready-made cigarettes are an even bigger market. Nobody believes me on this yet, including most of my people at Henson Cigars. This is all a test.”
I said, “The Taíno girls I need to roll flavored cheroots are my biggest focus right now. Those are already very popular and selling fast. I have a huge demand for cheroots. Cigarillos and ready-made products are a long-term project for the future.
Nonplussed, he said, “So, should we rent some horses and go see this farm?”
“How far is it from here?”
He said, “Señor Vázquez said it is 22 miles away. He is the man selling the place and is currently in town. He would ride with us to show us the farm.”
I said, “Let’s go get some horses. By the way, what’s the asking price?”
He said, “15,000 dollars. He wants them in 8 Reales (pieces of eight).”
“Ox?”
Ox said, “That may be a little bit high. We have little idea of the value of the buildings and equipment. Okay, we just checked, and the property is 2 square miles, or 5,360,000 square feet. That is 1280 acres. One-fourth of it is under the plow. The rest is semi-wild.”
Ox resumed, “It has a house and all the outbuildings required to grow and process tobacco. 99% of the labor pool is Taíno who live in huts. There is one Spanish-born manager. The hacienda staff are all Taíno women.”
I said to Ox, “I assume the coins would be Heillizdt made. Do we care if it’s 10 or 15% too high? It’s not actual money to the Heillizdt.”
Ox said, “Not one bit. As you implied, it’s inconsequential to the Heillizdt.”
We got the horses, and Elmont escorted me to a cantina where we found Tomas Vázquez, the current owner and son. After a few minutes of discussion, we mounted up and rode for the hacienda.
I did not think much of Vázquez. He wanted to sell out and abandon his mother to a stranger and a foreigner to boot.
The horse I rented was small, and the saddle was uncomfortable for my long legs and American-sized butt. The roads were mostly dirt until we got near the hacienda. They had used fieldstones to pave the road and the immediate area near the buildings.
The hacienda features a large building with an L-shaped wrap-around porch. The big house sits on a hill. It is everything you would expect from a well-to-do Cuban hacienda.
It was much nicer than the places I had visited while spying on tobacco plantations and stealing well-trained Taíno cigar girls. I think the price is actually on the low end. Everything looks to be in great shape on the surface.
‘Junior’ Vázquez took us through the main buildings before showing us the house itself. It was evident he was not involved in the growing or processing of the tobacco. He had essentially been living as a drone.
Just walking under the hacienda porch roof made it a few degrees cooler. Vázquez escorted us inside, where it is even cooler.
His mother was briefly introduced before she disappeared to her room.
She had been wearing a black dress and was veiled. She’s Ana Belen Vázquez. She did not seem to be actually in mourning. I saw no tears or red eyes.
Tomas Vázquez asked, ‘So, what do you think?”
I said, “The place looks good. I should meet the manager.”
He hollered, “Yahíma!”
A girl ran in.
Tomas said, “Find Señor Bescós, I need him.”
“Sí, Señor,” and she ran off.
Ten minutes later, a man knocked at the door, and Tomas let him in.
Tomas said, “This is Fernando Bescós.”
I held my hand out, “William Morgan, I may want to buy this property.
In Spanish, Fernando said, “Sí, what can I do for you, Señor?”
I switched to Spanish, “Let’s take a walk. I have a few questions about this place.”
“Sí, Señor”
Once outside, I asked, “What is the condition of the property and the people here?
He said, “The property is very good. The previous owner was a hard man, but he took his property seriously. The people are industrious and well-trained. The son has always been a wild one. It is good that you buy it.”
He continues, “As for the people, we have just over a hundred Taíno adults living and working here. There are many children. The people here are good, hardworking individuals. They grow all the food we eat, and take care of the pigs and chickens. They care for the two horses, 6 mules, and the donkeys that they often use.”
I asked, “Is this tobacco farm profitable?”
He said, “Sí, but you would have to ask Señora Vázquez to find out how profitable. She keeps the books. Her husband trusted her with his private business. I think he was not good with numbers. This place has always done well.”
Continuing, “Sadly, I am sure Señor Vázquez has already emptied the family bank accounts. I do not know of any money that may be owed.”
I said, Thank you, Señor Bescós. If I buy this property, would you like to remain here and run it? I will only visit occasionally. It will be in your hands and Señora Vázquez’s to run. I have many businesses already. I will pay you well for your loyalty.”
He asked, “Could you answer one question. Why does a Yankee want a small tobacco farm in Cuba?”
I said, “Cigars. I own a cigar factory in New England. I wish to create a new product there. Corojo would be a filler tobacco. It will be used to smooth out the flavor of my cigars.”
“Señor, I should not tell you, but you must have a Spanish or Cuban wife to own the land here. I am sure Junior Vázquez and Señora Vázquez will keep this a secret. I will also, but in time you will probably be found out. Tobacco is a closely protected business. As a Yankee, you will lose the property and be sent away.”
Ox injected, “Oops. Did not know that. It makes sense. Checking... ”
I said, “Ox, I think I may need a wife.”
He said, “HAH! You could marry Mrs. Vázquez. She’s conveniently single and already here on your new property. She has good reason to stay on. Better yet, she knows this place intimately.”
He showed me her rising from her bath earlier. She is 5 feet 5 inches tall and around 130 pounds. (The video is annotated)
She has nice womanly hips and B-size breasts with milk chocolate nipples. She looks good for a middle-aged lady.
Her face is quite lovely, and she often smiles at her servants. That told me what I was interested in. Mrs. Vázquez is well-liked by the people here and has a kind disposition.
She looks to be about 40, which coincides with Junior’s look. Junior appears to be around 20. He is very unimpressive; his father must have been a mess.
I said aloud, “I will take a wife here. This is important to me. I will return to town, conduct my business with the son, and be back tomorrow.”
He touched my arm, “Señor, is there to be a pay raise for me? There is a village girl I wish to marry, but my pay here has not allowed this. The old Mr Vázquez would not allow me to have her here.”
I said, “You will get more than what you think is fair. I said that I would pay you for your hard work and loyalty. You do not need to fear that. I have no problem with your wife moving here if Mrs Vázquez does not.”
He said, “That is even better, Señor. I know she does not.”
I sent, “Ox, Bescós needs to be conked tonight as well as Señora Vázquez. Do my normal modifications on my new wife. Be sure to lighten her nipples to a pink. I wasnt to know if she could provide me heirs here in Cuba.”
Ox replied, “Got it, boss man.”
I said aloud, “I will see you late tomorrow morning, Señor.”
I went back in. With her changed to a concubine, she will be more than happy to marry me. I should take her to Williamsburg to get a quick civil marriage.
‘Junior’ Vázquez met me at the door. “Well, are you buying my property?”
“Yes, I will meet you tomorrow at my ship, Pez Volador, in Santiago. I will have your money, and we can sign the papers there.”
He said, “You are not haggling over the price?”
I said, “No. The plantación looks in fair shape. You priced it to sell quickly. I will assume the burden of your mother, who evidently handles the books for the hacienda. Are you satisfied with this arrangement?”
“Sí.”
He did not put his hand out to shake on the deal. I now felt even less kindly towards him.
Ox sent, “We have timed Ana Vázquez and she has been concubine already. She has had a week off to sleep and get programmed. FYI, her physical body has been regressed already to 20 years old. Her face will also become younger-looking over the next month. She does have a dozen eggs left. She is now capable of speaking English like a New Englander. She has been given higher math courses and taught the PC.”
I said, “Thank you, Ox.”
Vázquez looked at me oddly. I think he doesn’t want to queer the deal by mentioning that I would have a hard time keeping it. Maybe he plans to come back later and have me thrown off the island.
“Ox, maybe Vázquez should take a long drunken walk off of a very short pier.”
I said, “He needs to be watched closely. If Vázquez even thinks about the idea of double-crossing me, he needs to have a fatal stroke or something.”
Ox said, “Agreed.”
Aloud, I said, “Then our business here has been concluded, Señor. Until tomorrow. I will be on board my ship, Pez Volador, as I said.”
“Ox, find out about Bescós’ girlfriend.”
He said, “Already did. She’s mestiza, a half and half mix and pretty darn cute. He needs to stay here on the farm because of the social issue of marrying outside of your race. You can fuck ‘em, but marriage across race is considered objectionable. Here, he can get away with it.”
I went outside and got my horse. Elmont Smith joined me, and we toured the farmlands together before leaving.
To him I said, “Elmont, I have to get away from that lowlife. He’s abandoning his mother; she is the woman who carried him for 9 months. She nursed him and changed his diaper for all those years. She raised him, and now he wants his money, turning his back completely on her. Vázquez is a real shit.”
“Not a nice man, but the plantation looks excellent.”
Ox said, “Ship Beings have tagged Señor Vázquez. They used data from the tag to determine that he’s a psychopath. Everything in his mind is about Tomas Vázquez.”
“Mmm.”
There are several acres under the plow growing grains and vegetables. We rode back to Santiago de Cuba and arrived just after dark. Not surprisingly, we were having mahi for supper. I went to my room and showered the dust off me.
I made a whiskey and found they had substituted my pipe again. This one was a large meerschaum with a stag on it. I used the Triple Threat tobacco this time and sat naked on my veranda in my new padded lawn chair. They had redecorated my veranda for me. The veranda was now much deeper and wider.
Ox and I worked out the details for tomorrow. The Heillizdt supplied us with the sales contract in Spanish. I was informed that the money was already on board my ship.
I got up early and ported to the dojo. There, I worked out for a bit over two hours. I needed it.
Michizoe showed up and joined me. We had a quick shower and a good swim. In the lap pool, she seduced me for a quickie. I headed back to Cuba. I made cereal back in my room and enjoyed a pipe and coffee outside.
I ported to the boat. Inside, I redressed formally. I had a gun in my pocket thanks to the Heillizdt. I went out to the main deck aft to wait. Vázquez showed up with a friend. I felt my personal shield energize.
I said, “Good idea, Ox.”
“Yes, Vázquez’s accomplice is heavily armed with knives and a single-shot hideaway pistol.”
I said, “Maybe he is a guard for the money.”
Ox said, “Probably as likely as my semiconductor origin being created from rusty iron.”
Aloud, I said, “Follow me, Señor Vázquez.”
He walked on the boat. I pointed back at the thug, “Your associate must stay ashore. He will not come aboard or follow.”
I sent, “Ox, if he tries to cross the plank, zap him good.”
Junior and I walked aboard. I went into the salon.
There are four chests on deck lined up in a row.
“Ox?”
He said, “15,000 pieces of eight weigh approximately 859.8028 pounds. The chests are on wheels and will roll across the gangplank easily.”
I pointed and said, “15,000 in eight reales coins, as you required. You are welcome to count them.”
He opened each chest, looked at them greedily. Then, I rearranged the chests and attempted to lift one.
I chuckled inside at the knucklehead, “Did you consider the weight, Señor? Each chest weighs over 275 pounds, with wood and silver combined.”
I almost laughed at him aloud. Silver coins are large and heavy. I imagine his father always handed him money in various denominations of reales. Junior had mistakenly thought small. He must be quite a dolt. Well, his daddy was bad with math.
He would have been better served to ask for the equivalent in escudos. One tiny thin gold escudo coin was worth 40 reales. 2, 4, and 8 escudo coins are worth 80, 160, and 320 reales. I have no idea what the equivalent weight in gold coins would be. It should be a fraction of the four chests of heavy silver.
Junior said, “Fuck! I thought you would write a Banker’s Cheque.”
I lied, “I have no bank account here in Cuba, Señor. I am a foreigner.”
“How did you do this?”
“Ox, slowly lift a trunk up three feet.’
I said, “I am a mage. I use magic. This is the payment as asked, you said nothing about a Cheque. You can take this straight to your bank.”
He watched the trunk float up and then back down.
I said, “Let us sign the papers. They are over on this table.”
He picked up the pen and looked at it. The Heillizdt were fucking with him. It was a gray, fine-tip Sharpie, with no logo or lettering on it. The cap was sitting beside it. He stroked the black nib across his left pointer finger, amazed at what it did.
He quickly read the contract and sales agreement. He signed both. I also signed. He took his copy.
He looked up.
I said, “I would like another word with you before you leave. To prove I am a mage, I would like you to slap me. Feel free to slap as hard as you wish.”
He took a step closer and swung. His hand was deflected.
“¡ Ay, duele.”
I glared hard and warned, “If your man tries to come aboard, he will die instantly. That same thing you felt when you swung at me will kill him. I do not like him or his kind, understand? I DO NOT LIKE his kind. If he makes an attempt on my life, he and you will be dropped in the ocean many leagues from here. Is this understood?”
“Sí, pero... (but)”
“You also will not be able to visit the hacienda again. I own it now.”
“My mother...”
I injected, “Means nothing to you, Señor. Please do not lie to me.”
“Ox lift him up until his head is against the ceiling.”
“But Señor...”
“Higher.”
Junior said, “Yes, yes, it will be as you ask. I see you are powerful and not to be trifled with.”
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