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Authors name: Heatheranne
Story title : Sabrina Through Space and Time
(First Posted Sept. 22, 1998)
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Sabrina Through Space and Time (Part 2 of 2)
Heatheranne
Sabrina opened her eyes. No living room this time. She
was outside, sitting in a field. She could see a hedge,
or was it a row of trees, hundreds of yards in the
distance. She heard a soft roar. She felt a vibration
through the ground. The roar became louder and then
there was a thunderous whooshing and roaring. Before
she could turn to look, a half dozen single engine,
propeller driven airplanes ate up the sky over her
head. They were so close she could see one of the
pilots as he looked down on her.
Sabrina was a bit stunned. She watched the planes until
they disappeared and their noise was a faint drone.
After a moment she became aware of the sound of another
engine. But this was the more familiar, softer brrr of
a ground vehicle. She turned just in time to see a
small truck, of a very square nonmodern design,
driving in her direction. Sabrina stood and knocked
the dirt off her clothes. The truck stopped within a
few feet of where she was standing. A man in a brown
colored uniform shirt stuck his head out the window.
"Here now young lady, what are you doing on the field?"
His British accent was so thick she could hardly under-
stand the man.
"I'm sorry, I got lost." More lost than I can say, she
thought.
"Hop in then, we'll just get you back."
Sabrina climbed in the truck. The man crunched the
gears and they were off toward a group of buildings in
the distance.
Sabrina spoke loudly over the engine and rattles of the
truck "Uh, what kind of planes were those?"
"Spitfires of course. I'd think that every person in
England would know what a Spitfire looks like. But you
aren't British, are you? Canadian?"
"American actually."
"Ah, then you'd be with those Lady Aide people."
"Uh...yeah, those guys," she agreed, hoping she
wouldn't have to prove it. What else could she say?
Pardon me but I'm traveling in time and space. Could
you direct me to the nearest witch? I'll need some
help to get home. And just where in time was she?
Those planes were used in World War Two, weren't they?
"How are things going with you?" she asked, trying to
keep up some sort of conversation that wouldn't make
her sound like an idiot.
"They'd go much bloody better, pardon my language miss,
if you Yanks would get in the fight before that effing
bloody, pardon me again, Hitler sits on the King's
throne."
Yep, thought Sabrina, we got your World War right here.
"I'm sure we'll be here before you know it," she said
with encouragement.
"I hope you're right miss." They pulled up next to a
truck, one larger than the one in which they rode. A
group of men, she took to be ground crew for the
planes, stood next to the larger truck drinking coffee
and eating doughnuts. "Now don't go wondering about,
it can be dangerous."
Sabrina jumped out the door. "Thanks," she yelled back
as he drove away.
It took Sabrina about a second to realize that someone
in the larger truck was handing out the food and drink.
She felt her stomach complain that it was empty, and
wasn't it long past time to eat something? She walked
around the side of the truck. This side of the bed was
open. Two women were handing out the coffee and dough-
nuts. Sabrina approached the truck slowly. Obviously
she wasn't one of the ground crew. She hoped the women
wouldn't balk at giving her something. She arranged her
face in its best soulful, could I please have a few
crumbs look, and stared up... and into...the face of
her Aunt Zelda.
"Would you like some coffee?" asked Zelda.
Sabrina noticed the cup in her hand. "Oh, please, yes."
She took the cup, starring at Zelda. Her aunt looked
different of course. She looked just a bit younger than
the woman Sabrina knew her as. Witches aged very slowly
of course. Good thing for someone who might live sev-
eral centuries. The biggest change in her looks, from
the woman of the nineties that Sabrina knew, was her
clothing and hair. She was wearing a sort of uniform
looking skirt, blouse and jacket in a particularly ugly
shade of brown. And her hair, Sabrina didn't know what
to call the style, but it was absolutely ancient.
Noticing her stare, Zelda asked, "Do I know you, dear?"
asked Zelda.
"Uh, not yet, I guess." Sabrina had a small inspira-
tion. She tapped the side of her cup of coffee, mumbled
a few words, and then showed it to Zelda as the coffee
began to boil. It was one of the first spells she'd
learned. It sure came in handy when she wanted to keep
her cocoa hot on a cold day.
"Perhaps we should talk," said Zelda, looking at the
steaming cup. "Meet me at the door." She nodded toward
the back of the truck. "Hilda, I'll be back in a few
minutes."
Sabrina hadn't realized until that second that the
other woman was her Aunt Hilda. "OK," called Hilda,
not even turning her head. She had both her elbows on
the counter, captivating a group of young soldiers
with a clear, eye level, view of her cleavage.
Sabrina met Zelda at the rear of the truck. They walked
until they were out of earshot of anyone. "So, you're
a witch," said Zelda, "Are you sure we haven't met?"
Sabrina clasped her hands and stretched out her arms
in nervousness. "Well...it's sort of complicated. You
see, in about thirty years I'll become your niece."
Zelda was no dummy, it took about a second for her to
interpret Sabrina's meaning. Amazement showed on her
face, "You've come back in time? Did the Witches
Council send you? Is it something about the war?"
Zelda suddenly looked so intense she startled Sabrina
"No, I swear it was some sort of accident. First I was
home and then in another dimension and now here and I
hope you believe me," her voice caught and she almost
sobbed, "because I don't know what to do, and I'm just
so tired."
"Now, now dear," Zelda said, wrapping her arms around
the girl. "Time travel without the council's permission
is serious business, but I'm sure we can straighten it
out." She put her hands on Sabrina's shoulders and
looked into her eyes, "Now, you say you're my niece?"
Sabrina sniffed loudly and nodded, "Uh huh."
"You don't mind if I ask a few questions, do you?"
Sabrina knew that her ever practical aunt would have
to check out her claim to be part of the family. "No
of course not."
They walked aimlessly and talked about family for
several minutes until Zelda seemed satisfied as to
Sabrina's pedigree. She finally said, "Why don't you
tell me exactly how you got here. But please try to
tell me as little as possible about the future."
Sabrina turned in a circle, examining their surround-
ings.
"What are you looking for?" asked a puzzled Zelda.
"Television sets."
"Television? In the middle of an airfield?"
"Apparently, I can't be too careful." Sabrina then
recounted her adventures of the last couple of hours.
Was it as short a time as that?
"And that's all?" asked Zelda, looking skeptical. "You
haven't left out anything?"
"Like what?"
"Like what were you doing before the incident at home?"
"Uh, I was on the porch with my boyfriend."
"And you were?"
"Kissing, we were kissing goodnight."
"And you felt?"
Sabrina began to fidget. "I felt nice."
"Nice?"
"Oh you know, kind of sexy?"
"Just kind of?"
Sabrina took a deep breath. "OK, I was horny! All
right? He made my pussy wet without even touching it.
I probably would have masturbated when I went to bed.
Is that what you mean?"
"That may be more than I needed to know, but yes
Sabrina, that's what I meant. I don't know what I'm
teaching you in the future, but you have to know that
sexual stimulation, especially some of the first rushes
of a teenager, can make for powerful witchcraft. And
any sort of machine, particularly electrical ones, can
really screw up unguarded magic."
Sabrina interrupted, "And while we're talking about
what happened at home. Why didn't you just stop me?
You knew what was going to happen."
"Actually, you hadn't done anything in this time yet
for me to remember then."
"Huh?"
"You see, there are no real paradoxes in time travel,
but it does require some fifth dimensional math to
describe what happens when interdimentional sliding
flux is congruent with...well I don't mean to lecture."
She noticed that Sabrina's eyes had begun to glaze
over.
"Don't worry about it, Aunt Zelda. At the risk of re-
vealing the future, you tend to lecture then too."
Zelda cleared her throat and crossed her arms under
her ample bosom.
"I'm sorry," Sabrina apologized. "Does that mean you
know how to help me?"
"Yes, I think a simple reversing spell will do the
trick."
"Simple? As in here and now?" Sabrina stepped back
and spread her arms as if ready to be zapped.
"No, I mean simple in theory. The application may not
be so easy. First we'll have to find a television set."
"Oh," was all Sabrina could manage. They headed back
to the coffee and doughnuts truck. When they arrived,
Zelda had to break in on an intimate conversation
between Hilda and one of the young pilots.
"Zelda, I want you to meet Reginald. Reginald, this
is my sister Zelda." Hilda smiled at Zelda, "We have
a date tonight."
"No you don't."
"I don't?" Hilda looked confused.
"No. We have to go to London to help our niece,
Sabrina." Sabrina, standing next to Zelda, gave Hilda
a little wave.
Hilda looked from Sabrina to her sister, "But we don't
have a niece named Sabrina."
"Exactly, that's why we have to go."
"So she," Hilda nodded at Sabrina, "isn't her?"
"Of course she is."
"But...I...Now I'm really confused. Did I miss some-
thing?"
Zelda smiled apologetically at Reginald as she pushed
Hilda and Sabrina toward the cab of the truck. "All
will be explained. Just say goodbye to Reggie and get
in."
An hour later they were well into the city of London.
Sabrina had gone through her exploits once more for
the benefit of Hilda. Hilda said excitedly, "This is
so great. You can tell us what stocks to buy; what
teams to bet on; who's going to be President. That is,
if there is a President. We do win the war don't we?"
Zelda broke in, "Don't you dare tell us anything
Sabrina. Hilda, you know we can't learn anything about
the future. Do you want the Council down on us? Do you
want to spend the next hundred years as a toad?"
"No, I just want to spend it rich."
Zelda pulled the truck to a stop. She looked across
the street and said, "We're here."
Sabrina followed her aunt's gaze. The discreet sign
on the building across the street read: The Television
Services of the British Broadcasting Corporation. "No
doubt there'll be some TV's in there, but don't you
think the building will be full of people?"
Zelda stepped out of the truck, "They stopped broad-
casting when the war started because they didn't want
to give the German planes a signal to home in on. And
it's getting late, I doubt there'll be anyone working."
By that time the three women had crossed the street and
were approaching the entrance. Suddenly they saw a
soldier step from the shadow of the door. "No one here
except us armed and wary guards," said Sabrina.
"Stay calm. No problem," said Zelda. She waved her
fingers and said a few magical words. By the time they
got to the soldier he was unmoving and didn't seem to
notice the women.
Hilda stopped in front of the soldier. He looked to be
in his late thirties. A good looking chap with dark
hair and neat mustache. Probably a civil servant doing
a bit of extra duty for King and country. Hilda
straightened a wrinkle in his uniform and adjusted his
helmet to a more jaunty angle. She smiled, "You are so
cute."
Zelda rolled her eyes and pulled her sister by the
sleeve, "Will you please come on. I can't believe it,
you're flirting with a man who doesn't even know you're
there. He should ignore us for hours."
The door lock was the work of a few seconds, and
another spell. The three made their way inside and
across a reception area. Faint lights led the way down
a hall with offices on either side. The last door at
the end of the hall was a double one and it opened
onto a room the size of a tennis court, two stories
tall. It was obviously the broadcast studio. Several
banks of lights hung above two huge, boxy cameras
pointed in the general direction of several sets.
One set contained a simple desk with a map hanging be-
hind. Another set looked as if it were an interview
area, with a sofa, chair and low coffee table. A third
set tried and failed miserably to look as if it were
in the jungle.
"Hey guys," cried Hilda, "I think this is what we
want." She was pointing at a door at one end of the
studio. Zelda and Sabrina made their way to her side.
Hilda gestured inside the room. The girls looked
around, the room contained a conference table, with
several well padded chairs, and in a corner was a
television, with a bottled water dispenser next to it.
"Oh great," cried Zelda. She ran around the table and
turned on the set. In a minute or so there was the
familiar and snowy picture of a television with no
signal to interpret.
OK, Sabrina why don't you sit here." She gestured to
one of the chairs and Sabrina sat, looking hopefully
at her aunt. Zelda stood over her niece. She took a
deep breath, "Now for the spell that will give you a
negative charge, so to speak." Zelda circled a finger
around Sabrina's head mummering and incanting. A blue
glow appeared around Sabrina. It grew denser until
Sabrina was barely visible and then the glow faded.
"There," said Zelda, taking another deep breath. "Now
it's up to you Sabrina."
"I just have to point at the TV?"
"No dear, don't forget about the sexual tension."
Sabrina looked down, between her legs. "You mean I
have to...."
Zelda nodded, "I'm afraid so dear, you do know how,
don't you?"
"Yeah, but it's sort of hard to be in the mood...
you know?"
"I'm sure she wants to be alone," chipped in Hilda.
"Well, of course we'll leave the room." Zelda looked
thoughtful. "This should help." She walked to the
bottled water and drew a cup. Zelda stuck her finger
in the water and mummered another spell. "Here," she
handed the cup to Sabrina. "This will loosen some of
your inhibitions."
Hilda ran over. "How do you make that stuff?"
"Never mind," said Zelda. "I don't think you have any
inhibitions that need to be loosened."
"I was thinking of you." Hilda stuck out her tongue
at her sister.
Zelda stuck out her own tongue and then turned back
to Sabrina. "Now Sabrina just sip that as you feel the
need ...or go ahead and gulp it down like you just did
and, uh, we'll wait outside." She and Hilda moved
toward the door. "We'll check on you in a few minutes.
Or in thirty years or so...I hope...good luck."
"Bye," was all Sabrina could manage as her aunts left.
She sighed, OK, sexual tension, think about Harvey.
She leaned back in the chair, taking a deep breath.
That was nice, with Harvey. It seemed like days ago,
but it was really just a few hours ago that she was
warm and snug in his well muscled arms. She'd turned
her face to his. They'd kissed lightly at first.
Sabrina could feel his warm lips on her's. Then they'd
both parted their lips. Their tongues slid wet and hot
around one another.
With her eyes closed, Sabrina reclined in the soft
leather covered chair. Zelda's potion made her not
care about where she was, nor what she was doing.
Sabrina eased her hand into the front of her jeans.
Her fingers rubbed slowly at first and then more
quickly over her clit. She could feel the flush
adiating from her breasts up her neck and face. She
suddenly realized that her sexual tension was about
to peak and spill over. She opened her eyes and raised
her fist to the TV screen. When she felt her orgasm
was just seconds away, Sabrina snapped her finger
toward the television and...
In the hallway Zelda and Hilda leaned against the wall.
"You think she's through?" asked Zelda.
Hilda shrugged, and looked at her watch. "I would be."
She smiled. "I would've been through two or three times
by now."
Zelda smirked, "I'm sure you would have. I don't see
how..." She stopped when the door next to her opened.
Sabrina stuck her head out.
"It didn't work."
"Didn't work?!" cried Zelda. "Are you sure that
your...uh ...tension..."
"Yes, I'm sure," said Sabrina, frustrated that she was
still here and that her approaching orgasm had gone
poof, like one of her failed spells.
Zelda walked back into the room and looked around.
There was something about that snowy TV picture that
bothered her. Suddenly she smacked herself on the
forehead with the heel of her hand. "Of course," she
spun to look at Sabrina and Hilda. "A picture...we
need a picture on the screen." She grabbed Hilda and
headed to the studio. "Sabrina," she called over her
shoulder, "Sabrina, do what ever you need to do to...
uh...get ready again. And watch the screen, when you
see a picture, do it."
Hilda stumbled along behind her sister. "You're going
to turn on all this equipment? Do you know how?"
"I'm not sure, but It can't be too hard to figure out."
She stopped in front of a bank of switches and dials
and meters that seemed to stretch from floor to ceil-
ing. Or maybe I spoke too soon, she thought. But she
had a scientific bent. She knew how television worked.
In theory, that is.
For one thing, you needed lots of light. That was pro-
bably these heavy switches right here. She grabbed a
large handle and pulled. Lights bright enough to make
her blink and shield her eyes flooded the set contain-
ing the sofa and chairs. Zelda pointed to the camera
nearest that set. "Hilda, tell me when there's power
to that camera." Hilda nodded. With the lights on,
Zelda could see a large number two on the side of the
camera. Ah ha, she thought. Turning back to the bank
of switches, she found a switch that was marked '#2
POWER'. She hit the switch.
A minute later Hilda cried, "That's it."
Zelda hoped that the rest of the switches and dials
were for fine adjustments that she wouldn't need to
fool with. She ran back to the door of Sabrina's room
and peeked in. She gave a sigh of relief to see a
picture of the sofa and chair on the screen. Then she
ran back to the studio, and grabbed Hilda once more,
dragging her to the well lit sofa.
Hilda protested, "I wish you'd drag me around by the
other hand. This one's getting sore." She pried her
hand from her sister's grasp as they collapsed on the
sofa. "Now what are we doing?"
"We're giving Sabrina something to focus on. A picture
of us should help her get back to her own time."
"Well, I suppose." said Hilda. "But what happens if
he's in the picture?"
"He?" Zelda followed her sister's gaze and peered
past the bright lights. The soldier who had been stand-
ing guard at the main door was coming at them, rifle in
hand.
Hilda hissed at her sister, "I thought you said he
would ignore us for hours?"
"I...he...it...I mean the spell should last that long.
That is, unless he got sprinkled with water. That
undoes the spell."
As he approached, the two witches could see that the
soldier was, in fact, so wet, that the hot lights were
causing a cloud of mist to rise from the man's back.
"Well look at that, it's raining in England," said
Hilda, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Who would've
thought?"
Zelda stifled a retort. She was getting tired of doing
all the thinking, while her sister criticized. She put
on her best smile for the soldier and whispered into
her sisters ear, "If you think you can handle him
better, then be my guest."
Hilda glanced at her sister, saw that she was perfectly
serious, and then looked back to the soldier. She
cleared her throat, and stood. "I suppose you're
wondering..."
Meanwhile, back in her room, Sabrina was thinking sex,
sex, sex. The potion that her Aunt Zelda had given her
had really kicked in. She'd pulled her jeans and
panties down to her knees, and then thrown a leg over
an arm of the chair. She'd curled one finger onto the
soft bump of her G-spot and another tickled her clit.
She cared not at all about how lewd her pose would look
if anyone walked in on her.
She was well into a fantasy of a rampant Harvey, clad
in leather bikini shorts and nothing else, when the
tiny TV screen in front her cleared to show her aunts
taking a seat. Well, she thought, not exactly what
you'd call erotic viewing, but what could she expect?
Sabrina was about to close her eyes and drift back to
Harvey land, when she saw the soldier appear on the
screen.
Sabrina's fingers slowed their stimulation as she
watched to see how this bit of drama would play itself
out. There was no sound, but Sabrina could see her Aunt
Hilda stand and begin talking. She spoke constantly,
gesturing here and there, making plaintive faces to
gain his sympathy. After a minute or so the soldier
visibly began to relax.
Zelda stood and gestured to something off the screen.
The soldier nodded to her and she left.
Hilda's body language spoke volumes. She was flirting
shamelessly. She played with her hair. She made and
broke eye contact. She laughed whenever he spoke and
then moved into his personal space, touching his arm
lightly every few seconds.
A few minutes later Zelda returned holding two cups.
She offered Hilda and the soldier the cups and then
turned away while looking into the camera, she gave
Sabrina a little wink. As Sabrina watched her aunt and
the soldier sip their refreshment, she wondered if it
was the same stuff that Zelda had made for her. She
hoped so, damn she was horny, but watching a couple
just stand and talk was so... Oh? What was this? The
soldier was taking off his helmet and then the vest
looking thingie that held his equipment. Now he took
Hilda in his arms and kissed her.
All right! thought Sabrina, go for it Aunt Hilda. She
watched her aunt lean into the soldiers kiss. Sabrina
could see their open mouths and tongues thrashing back
and forth. Hilda pulled his shirt out of the man's
pants and ran her hands up his chest and across his
back.
Sabrina's fingers had resumed their massage of her
clit and g-spot. Normally it took her several minutes
to really feel worked up, but now she felt an absolute
rush as her orgasm built quickly. She watched as the
soldier smoothed one hand over Hilda's ass, while the
other cupped her breast.
Oh gosh, here it comes, thought Sabrina she felt that
hot wave of sensation that would trigger more and more
waves begin to build. She had to cum, but she had to
get home too. Her hands seem to have a will of their
own as she raced toward a climax. It took all Sabrina's
will power to drag her hand away from all that poten-
tial pleasure and stab her finger at the television
screen.
And then the lights went out. "Ohhhhhh...uhhhhh...."
**
Sabrina opened her eyes. She was back home; she was
with her aunts; she was on her couch; she was fully
clothed; she was pointing at the TV. Sabrina snatched
her hand back so quickly that she slapped herself on
the breast.
Apparently, no time at all had elapsed in her own
world. Her aunts were still calmly sitting, but then
they both looked startled as their newly acquired
memories flooded into their consciousness. "Thank
goodness you're all right," said a suddenly relieved
looking Zelda.
Hilda smiled, "I knew you could do it."
Sabrina jumped off the couch, "Thanks guys, but...uh...
I've got to catch Harvey. Maybe he hasn't left yet."
She practically ran out the door.
Zelda smiled, "Now isn't that sweet. All the stuff
she's just been through and she still thinks of Harvey
first."
"I know I'd be worn out. " nodded Hilda. "All that
travel in dimensions and time. And especially that
potion that you gave her, I..."
The two women stared at each other for a long second
and then ran for the door. "Sabrina?! Sabrina, you come
back here!!!"
End
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