Robbing the Bunker
Copyright© 2001 by Knave of Hearts
Chapter 13: The Time Machine
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: The Time Machine - Jack Lostridge is a blue collar kind of guy working to salvage an old government research facility. He's bored with his life, hates his job, and couldn't get laid in a whore house with $100. What he finds inside the old bunker changes his life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Mind Control Science Fiction BDSM Torture Oral Sex Slow
Making the trip
With the prospect of finding a real time travel machine close at hand, we discussed what we would do with the machine. I told them what I knew about Brantwell's travels, how I thought the machine worked, and where we could go. Different motives for traveling surfaced immediately. Andrea and Sue wanted to go in hopes of finding out more about who killed Lucy. Bert and Ernie were interested because time travel sounded more interesting than their routine lives.
I was all for going to the warehouse immediately and looking for the Machine, but cooler heads prevailed. Bert reminded me about the guards. Sue pointed that we didn't have any appropriate clothing for the Wild West. The clothes slowed me down more than the guards. The diaries had notes about the importance of blending in with the local culture and the lethal consequences if this went wrong.
It took us almost a week to get everything together. Andrea found costumes from an amateur theater group and some friends that were re-enactors. Bert collected the camping gear, Ernie got the food, and Sue brought two pistols. During the week I scouted around for a likely place to break in to Victory Station.
Breaking in was no easy matter. Victory Station is surrounded by a double chain row of chain link fences, both topped with razor wire, fifteen feet a part. Vehicle patrols rode around the perimeter and inspected sites at random intervals. All designed to keep people out. The only way to get in was to never leave. Our plan was to show up to work with our stuff on Friday, visit Hole-in-the-Wall over the weekend, and show up Monday morning ready to punch the clock.
Since we couldn't leave our cars in the parking lot over the weekend, we all rode the bus on Friday. It was pouring rain, which was good for us. The guards were less likely to inspect the shuttle buses and everyone was walking around covered by umbrellas and coats. Our gym bags were full of clothes and gear. Sue and Andrea, armed with fake IDs, kept their heads buried in their coats. We held our breath going through the gate. No search, so far so good. Getting to the admin area, we signed in and got on a shuttle bus.
Ernie led us off the bus and into the warehouse bunker she thought the Time Machine was in. Bert took Sue and Andrea to hide in one of the tunnels as Ernie and I located the crate. It was still were Ernie last saw it, sitting alone and neglected in the midst of a scattering of crates and boxes. We opened one side and I crawled in. Quickly Ernie resealed the crate and left me to inspect the Machine while she hid with the others.
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