Billy and Wili: Wound Too Tight. 5 in STOPWATCH
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 34: Bad Dreams ... or Premonitions?
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 34: Bad Dreams ... or Premonitions? - William Sutherland and his twin sister, Wili, are run out of town in 1963 for incest. Tripping, they end up on the Oklahoma, Texas border. Bonnie and Clyde, fleeing from law enforcement, have somehow come to the future. The bank robbers gift the twins with a bag of the loot. There is a broken watch in the bag. Wendytoo and David, the younger, find them hitchhiking in 2001. Oh My...
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual NonConsensual Coercion Hypnosis Drunk/Drugged Magic Slavery Fiction Science Fiction Time Travel Horror Extra Sensory Perception Paranormal non-anthro Incest Brother Sister Father Daughter BDSM MaleDom Rough Torture Swinging Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Hispanic Male First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Flatulence Exhibitionism Needles Slow School
A camera moving in a forest. Deep green all around. The deep green of a temperate rainforest. Hot ... sweltering ... thick ... deep ... late summer evening, nearly night.
A path ... mist rising in the green, nearly black borders ... not billowing fog, not yet.
Soon ... with the moon.
On the path before the camera ... or is it me and no camera? am I following? ... a hurrying figure.
Frogs croaking ... peeps and cheeps ... the sound of silent slippers or bare feet on packed earth. A long dress, grey with washing, swishes above the hurrying feet. Several bats fly the path before the tall gaunt figure ... hurrying along.
Today had been especially bad in a late life of wretched days ... but she had a little food in a poke bag she hugged to her thin chest. With care it might last two or three meals and she had eaten well before they released her.
This was her path ... and not unknown to the people who lived in miserable squalor in the unpainted shacks and overturned packing crates they called homes. Not too many in one place, no ... no ... too many meant notice and the one thing everyone wanted was to be anonymous ... unheard, unseen ... nothing to see here, nothing to see ... move along, move along.
The men ... one was an electrician ... magician more like ... in a different life, a better place, a better time. All gone now, flown like a great horned owl from tree to meadow and back, a life clutched in a claw, now ripped open with with beak and swallowed. Soon to litter the floor beneath his tree ... a skull wrapped in fur. The men had nothing.
They had power and lights ... light ... thanks to the magician ... with wires so cleverly hidden in the roots and brush, some hanging like vines that had green leaves growing.
The children, solemn, bleak, so bent on thievery. Moving quietly, pacing the grey clad woman ... but she had a knife and she had used it before and would again. She was too aware ... too alert, they faded away looking for someone, or thing, a little less awake. She heard them go ... actually ... she heard them stop ... and smelled their going.
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