Chapter 1

Question: Why would a 16-year-old high school student want to be out on a hill helping his father survey a plot of ground for the new land owner?

Answer: He wouldn't! He'd lot rather be riding around on his Indian 45 motorcycle impressing the girls.

Unfortunately, economics dictated that I spend this Saturday morning in 1950 helping with the job if I wanted to be able to afford gas for my motorcycle. Therefore, here I was. At the moment, I was chopping down some vines and small trees which were blocking the line-of-sight between the transit and the surveyor's rod.

The vines were particularly thick along here, and I had to reach up as high as I could to do a proper job of chopping with my machete. At the moment, I was actually standing on my toes as I minced along, chopping way over my head. Suddenly, the ground disappeared from under me! I had stepped into a large diameter hole which was hidden by vines and weeds that had grown across it. I wasn't looking down, anyway, so I probably wouldn't have seen it if it had not been covered.

Down I tumbled, tail over teakettle, farther and farther into blackness. How deep was this damned hole? My first thought was that I had stepped into an abandoned well, but no dug well was this deep. I kept falling. Shit, this hole must reach all the way to China! If I hit at this speed, I was going to be a bloody splash when I stopped. But, I kept falling, still holding on to my machete for dear life, though I didn't have any idea what it could do for me.

Son of a bitch! I was slowing down, and there was some light below. I still fell, but slower and slower, until I finally hit the ground very softly in a standing position. There was enough light so that I could see all around me, and what I saw was unbelievable.

I was an avid reader, and when I wasn't riding my motorcycle, chasing girls, working in my home chemistry lab, or in school, I read all of the science fiction and fantasy stuff I could find. Therefore, I was more amazed than frightened by what I saw. No, they weren't little green men, they were 9-foot tall octopi! There were 4 of them, and they were looking at me!

Well, they really weren't octopi, they had 3 legs they were standing on and 12 tentacles they used for hands. They had two eyes, one nose and one mouth, in a monster-size bald head. Actually, they looked like something Walt Disney would come up with to frighten 3-year-old kids and amuse adults.

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. "Well, Doug, I hope you enjoyed your trip."

I said, "What the shit is going on? Put me back where you found me! I've got to get back to work before I get in trouble!"

"We can't do that, Doug. You see, you are dead. You fell about 30 feet into an abandoned well and were killed when you fell on your machete. Or, that's what it will look like. We snatched you before you hit bottom and substituted a clone to take your place. You can't go back and still be alive.

"You have a choice. You can go back to Earth and be dead, or you can help us and live to a ripe old age. Decide quickly, we don't have a lot of patience."

"That's a choice? OK, I'll stay with you. What do you want from me?"

"Well, to some extent, we'll have to work that out. We were expecting your father to fall in the hole, so we will have to adjust our plans to fit you, instead."

I could believe that I was a step down from my father. He was an even 6 feet tall, weighed 176 pounds, all of it bone and muscle, and looked like a comic book superhero, except that he wore glasses and was nearly bald. On the other hand, I was 5 feet, 9 inches tall, weighed 134 pounds, and was strong enough to move around; otherwise, I was a slob. Of course, I did have all of my hair!

"OK, I have no doubt that I come in a poor second to my father, but can you give me some idea of what you have in mind for me to do?"

"Oh, that's not a problem. We want you to be the catalyst that jump-starts the human race to where they are now."

"Now, wait a minute! You expect me to go back in time, and provide the inspiration that pushes the human race toward civilization? Based on what I've seen you do, already, I can believe the time travel bit, but what can one person do to accomplish all of that?"

"Don't worry, we've got that all worked out. Admittedly, it will take you several lifetimes to do it all, but you can do it, and you'll enjoy most of it."

"What do you mean by 'enjoy most of it'? I like the 'several lifetimes' thing, but what about the other?"

"Don't worry about that, either. We'll have too much invested in you to let anything bad happen to you. Just do what we say, and everything will work out fine."

I wasn't too sure just how far I could trust these characters. After all, they had snatched me instead of my father! I had absolute proof that they weren't perfect. Oh, well, I really didn't have much choice in the matter. Besides, the job sounded like it had possibilities and could be a lot of fun.

I said, "Look, I really don't want to be pushy, but I'm getting tired of standing here, and I'm thirsty. Could I sit down somewhere and drink a Coke or something?"

"Oh, sure. Sorry. Hop down off that platform and go through the door you see on your left. There are some chairs in there. Take a seat, and a servant will bring you something to drink."

I went through the door and sat down in a very comfortable overstuffed chair. I wasn't there a minute before someone waltzed in with something in a glass for me to drink. I use the term "waltz" advisedly, because the servant who came in moved so smoothly that I would have sworn that she was a professional dancer. She looked human and was about 5 feet, 4 inches tall and built like the proverbial brick shit house! And SHE WAS NAKED! I guessed that she was about 18 years old and every 16-year-old boy's wet dream.

I would have been completely tongue tied, except my mother had drilled me on courtesy being required in every situation, so I was able to choke out a thank you.

She answered, "You are quite welcome, sir," in a voice that was so hot that it would melt butter! "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Man, what a loaded question! I managed to get out, "Yes, if you have the time, I would appreciate it if you would sit with me and answer some questions."

This was going to be difficult! She sat down opposite me with her legs open slightly so that I could see all the way to her pussy! That, combined with the way she kept her arms on the armrests so that I had a full view of her magnificent tits, was going to make it hard (!) to concentrate on my questions.

"First off, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name. Please give me one."

"You don't have a name? OK, let's try... Alice. How's that?"

"Oh, Master, Alice is a wonderful name!"

"Whoa, Alice! What's this 'master' business?"

"I am a clone grown to be your servant. I had no existence until about one hour ago when you showed up in the trap. The funfzhens grew me from the stored tissue bank when they knew you were the one coming. I will be put back into storage when you leave."

"Don't you have any say-so in the matter? I certainly wouldn't want to be put into storage until a suitable 'master' showed up."

"Master, you don't understand. I am not a person. I'm just a hunk of animated meat with the physical reactions of the person I'm cloned to be. I am controlled by a computer which activates my muscles and nerves to simulate a real person. I can and do function just like a human, but I am not a living human. Think of me as a sophisticated robot."

"OK, if you say so. But what is a computer?"

"Oh, shit, that's one of the words I'm not supposed to use until you have been through the learning cycle. Please forget I said that word. You'll know what it means within a few hours."

"OK on that one, too. Forget I asked. What is this place, and where are we?"

"I'm sorry, Master, but I don't know the answer to that. You'll find out the answers to all your questions when you go through the learning cycle. Please be patient for now."

"All right, I'll be patient. But please stop calling me 'Master.' My name is Doug. Please use that."

"OK, Doug. We've got a couple of hours before the learning process is ready for you. I don't want you to get bored, so let's fuck!"

My God! She just used those magic words on me! I was a complete virgin, except for liberal use of my hand. I had seen a few naked females before today, but they were all under the age of 10. Sure, I knew what a pussy looked like in general terms, but I had never seen one on an adult until today.

"Come with me." We went into the next room where she had me lie down on

a very comfortable bed. She crawled up beside me and looked soulfully into my eyes.

"Look, Alice, it's not like I don't appreciate the opportunity you're offering, but what if I make you pregnant?"

"Don't worry about that, Doug. Thank you for asking, but I must tell you that I don't have the 'plumbing' to get pregnant. I'm like the old joke about keeping the play pen and throwing out the baby carriage."

"In that case, please show me what to do."

"The first thing we need to do is get rid of your clothes."

I had pulled off my boots and socks before I got in bed—my mother's training, I guess, so all I was wearing was a tee-shirt, work pants, and under shorts. I didn't know I could strip so fast; I must have set some sort of record, even though I was lying on the bed. Naturally, my cock was as hard as it ever got and stood at attention, all 5½ inches of it. Yeah, I know, a little less than average, but it was my first time!

Alice pushed me flat on my back and crawled on top of me with a leg on either side. I could feel her pussy pressing on my belly! I almost came right then, but managed to hold it in. She kissed me, progressing from the closed lips thing that girls do on the first date to he open mouth tongue duel that lovers indulge in. I am pleased to say that I was a fast learner!

She said, "I know that this is your first time to fuck, so you will shoot way too soon, unless we do something about that. I'll fix that right now. You just hold still while I get ready." She slid her pussy down across my belly and past my cock. Man, I thought I was sure to explode then, but I managed not to. She kept going, dragging her tits down past my cock. I had a hell of a time holding it in then, too.