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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 1 of 2)
Heatheranne
Sabrina broke off her kiss with her boyfriend Harvey
to look at her watch. It was time to go inside the
house. She kissed him once again and said, with her
lips brushing his, "Harvey, I have to go in now." They
had been saying good night on her porch for fifteen
minutes. It had seemed more like fifteen seconds in
Harvey's arms. She could tell that he had enjoyed
their little make out session because of the distinc-
tive bulge she could feel against her hip. Hmmm
Sabrina thought, she could stretch their time a little
more. If Harvey would just kiss her one more time she
thought, she might just reach down and...
Harvey stepped back and said a bit breathlessly, "OK
Sabrina, I really had fun tonight. I'll see you in
school tomorrow."
"Good night Harvey," Sabrina smiled as Harvey backed
away and then turned and walked off the porch. His
hands were sunk in his pockets to hide the bulging
evidence of his arousal, despite the fact that he had
been pressing his firmness against Sabrina just a few
seconds before.
Sabrina sighed and opened the door to go inside.
Harvey was such a gentleman. Maybe too much of one.
She wouldn't mind if he'd try a little groping. She
could just hear herself telling him, "OK Harvey, now
is the time to put your hand on my breast." She knew
that the breasts of some women actually grew a bit
with sexual excitement. She giggled. It was a good
thing her breasts didn't get larger or she'd be about
a 38 D right now.
Sabrina wanted to run up to her room in order to give
herself a little relief, but she knew her aunts would
want to hear about her date. Sabrina walked into the
living room where her two aunts were sitting. Zelda
was absorbed, as usual, in her lap top computer. Hilda
on the other hand was laughing at the TV. "Hi guys,
what's up?" asked Sabrina as she flopped down on the
sofa.
Zelda looked up from her computer screen and nodded
at her sister, "Guess who's watching twenty consecutive
episodes of 'Bewitched'?"
Sabrina turned her attention to Hilda," "You are?" she
asked incredulously?
Keeping her eye on the TV, Hilda snorted in laughter,
"That Samantha's such an awful witch, you can't turn
someone into a toad by just wiggling your nose."
"It's just TV, Hilda," said Zelda.
"Well you'd think they'd get something right every now
and then," retorted Zelda.
"Oh please," cried Sabrina. First Harvey had frustrated
her and now it looked like she was doomed to watch a
show she really didn't care for, while her aunts bic-
kered over it. "Do we really have to watch...?" She
pointed at the screen with the forefinger of one hand,
while with the other hand she grabbed her nose to give
it a Samantha like wiggle.
And then the lights went out. "Oh oh."
**
Sabrina felt something on her face. It felt like some
kind of fabric. Had she fallen asleep? Was it the cover
on her bed? But then she realized that she was stand-
ing, not laying down. She put her hand up and felt...a
jacket?...on a hanger?...and hanging on a metal rod?
She was in a closet? She pushed the jacket out of the
way and sure enough there were the louvers of a closet
door. But there were no doors like that in her house.
Where was she?
She heard a door open and then voices. Sabrina leaned
forward and pried the louvers open a bit. She was
looking into someone's bedroom. Two people walked into
the room. Sabrina's first thought was that they looked
so cute in matching pajamas. Her second thought was
that they looked just like Darrin and Samantha Stevens
of "Bewitched".
The couple put their arms around one another. The woman
looked up into his eyes and said, "Since it's your
birthday. Would you like a little witchcraft in your
present?"
His face went pensive and the he smiled. "Hmmmm...only
if you'll become Samanthor, Goddess Sex Queen of the
known universe."
It is Samantha and Darrin, thought Sabrina. It sounded
just like them.
"You're going to make me jealous of my alter-ego one
of these days, but all right, here goes." The woman
put her hand over head and snapped her fingers. There
was a shower of sparks and a flash of light. When
Sabrina's eyes recovered from the flash, Samantha had
changed completely. She was now as tall as her husband,
with the body of a well muscled athlete. Her formerly
blonde, medium length hair was now a luxurious, thick
mane that fell to her waist. But even all that hair
couldn't hide her breasts. They were not only huge,
but they jutted out in defiance of the pull of gravity
on such a mass of flesh.
Darrin gasped and began to tug and pull at his pajamas.
Gesturing at his crotch, he panted "Now me."
"Darrin, I keep telling you...you're more than enough
for any woman."
"Oh please Sam, it's such a rush."
Sabrina wasn't experienced in these matters, but she
thought Darrin's equipment looked adequate.
"Oh all right." Samantha pointed at his crotch and
wiggled her nose. Darrin's cock doubled in length and
width becoming huge. And then it began to get hard. It
rose up like some waking animal, until it jutted nearly
straight up from his groin. The couple fell onto the
bed.
Sabrina was motionless as she watched real, live sexual
intercourse for the first time. Well, real enough,
given the fact that they were two television characters
with magically enhanced bodies that is. For a dozen
minutes Darrin and Samantha caressed and licked and
tickled one another. Sabrina held her breath as Saman-
tha's well muscled thighs quivered in orgasm from Dar-
rin's ministrations.
Oh wow, thought Sabrina, this is so hot. She kept her
eyes locked on the sweating, groaning couple. Eventual-
ly, though, her legs and back began to quiver from the
strain of holding one position for so long. She shifted
her foot in order to straighten up, but her shoe landed
on something, probably another shoe, that moved under
her. She tried to regain her balance, but she was just
too stiff and there was nothing to grab on to. Except
the door, and it gave way at the desperate push form
her flailing arms.
Sabrina landed, with a yelp, on the rug at the foot of
the Steven's bed. When she looked up, the bulked up
Samantha was cowering behind her husband. And Darrin
looked faintly ridiculous wielding a fuzzy slipper like
a club while his rapidly deflating cock drooped between
his legs.
"Who...who are you, young lady, and what are you doing
in our closet?" demanded Darrin in an outraged voice.
"Sam, call the police."
"Nooo...wait," pleaded Sabrina. "I'm a witch too and I
got here by accident. Really. Please believe me."
"I don't care who..." began Darrin.
"Hold on just a minute Darrin, I can the feel the magic
in her. She's probably telling the truth."
"Oh great, another witch who doesn't bother to knock.
Why don't we just have sex on the lawn, it would make
it more convenient for the voyeurs." Darrin suddenly
realized their state of undress. "Uh Sam, would you
uh..."
"Oh, yes, dear." Samantha snapped her fingers and with
a flash they were back in their normal, pajama clad,
bodies. "Why don't we all go down stairs, and discuss
this situation."
In a minute they were in the Steven's living room.
Darrin, his fuzzy slipper tucked under an arm said,
"I think I'll make drinks." He turned to the small
side bar and started fooling with glasses.
Samantha put her arm around Sabrina's shoulders as she
steered the teen toward a sofa and said, "Now suppose
you tell us how you got here."
"I swear I don't know. I was sitting at home, watching
you two on TV..."
"Watching us on television?" Sam sounded incredulous.
"Uh, yeah. You know. You guys are television char-
acters."
"Oh dear," said Sam, putting a finger to her lip. "I'm
afraid you've managed a dimension shift."
"But I don't know how to do that stuff yet," denied
Sabrina.
"Never the less, we're real here and who knows? You
may be a comic book character in this dimension."
"So what do I do?" asked Sabrina.
Samantha settled herself on the sofa, "Let's go over
exactly what happened before you appeared here."
"Well," began Sabrina, "I was sitting on the couch at
home. My aunts and I were watching you guys on TV.
Then I pointed at the screen like this ..." Sabrina
pointed at the nearby television set.
And then the lights went out. "Uh oh."
Darrin walked over to the sofa after fixing the drinks.
"Where did our little friend go?"
Samantha looked puzzled. "I really don't know. She
just disappeared." Samantha stood up and faced her
husband. "Why Darrin, you fixed drinks for all three
of us. You weren't planning on getting that little
girl drunk, were you?"
"I thought that since she was here, she might as well
join us."
Samantha smiled a sexy smile and snapped her fingers.
Samanthor and her well endowed lover reappeared. Sam
swept Darrin up in her massive arms and headed for the
stairs. "You know Darrin, there's that one strange day
every week that you're a real prude. But the rest of
the time, well, you're just sexy as hell."
"Thank you dear," said Darrin, kissing the large breast
which was jiggling about in his face. As they went up
the stairs a young chorus on the television began to
sing: "Here's the story, about a lovely lady..."
**
Sabrina opened her eyes. She was in someone's house.
Not her's, not the Steven's. She turned slowly. There
were some stairs. There was an open door to a den. In
there was a sofa, and a television, of course. There
was a couple on the sofa. The couple were making out.
The guy had a full, make that a very full head of
black hair. The girl had long straight blonde hair.
Suddenly she shoved herself away from his embrace, an
angry look on her face. "Peter! How many times have I
told you? Not below the waist!"
The young man just smiled. "I'm sorry Marcia, but I
just can't help it, you are just too beautiful."
Sabrina gasped, it was Peter and Marcia from the "Brady
Bunch".
Marcia turned at Sabrina's gasp. She jumped off the
sofa, her face really angry now. "Peter," she nearly
screamed, "I thought you said the house was empty."
"I...I thought it was." Peter shrugged, clearly more
amused than upset at Marcia's outburst.
Marcia snorted loudly, tossed her hair back over her
shoulders and stomped out of the room in a huff. Sabri-
na had to hide a smile. It was hard to be impressed by
Marcia's haughty exit when her blouse was unbuttoned
to her waist, and one breast was clearly visible be-
neath an upraised bra cup.
Peter was standing now, obviously giving Sabrina the
once over. He had on a flowered shirt, open to the
waist, that was complimented not at all by a white
belt and a pair of bell bottom pants. "Hi there good
looking," he said, "are you looking for Jan?"
"Jan?" asked Sabrina, wondering how to explain her
presence this time, "Uh yeah, I guess so."
Peter gestured at the couch, "Would you like to join
me?" Clearly the invitation wasn't only to sit.
"Do you hit on every female that crosses your path? I
mean, you were just making out with your sister."
"Hey," said Peter, "they're not blood relations."
"They? You mean Jan too?"
Peter spread his arms. "What Marcia does, Jan has to
do better. She's so jealous. But hey, there's plenty
of Peter," he gave Sabrina a knowing wink, "to go
around."
Sabrina shook her finger at Peter. "You're nothing but
an egotistical, over sexed, badly dressed jerk who's
having a bad hair day."
Peter just shrugged, spun around and plopped down on
the sofa, which left Sabrina's finger pointing at the
television.
And then the lights went out. "Oh damn."
Peter heard the front door open and close. When he
looked over his shoulder, Jan was standing there in
her miniskirt and tight sweater. "Hi Jan, you're back
early, did you see your friend?"
"Friend?" asked Jan. "Who was it? I didn't see anyone."
"I don't think she gave her name. Maybe she went out
the back." Peter grinned at Jan. "Why don't you come
over here and sit on my lap. We'll talk about the
first thing that pops up." Jan smiled back and came
to the couch. Peter turned and stretched out his arm
on the back of the couch. He glanced at the television.
Cool, he thought, "The Avengers" was on. He could look
at that sexy Emma Peel, in her tight leather body suit,
while making out with Jan.
"Have you seen Marcia today?" asked Jan as she slid
onto Peter's lap.
Peter slid his hand up the girls thigh. "Yeah, she was
right here a few minutes ago. You know, I think her
legs may be as smooth as yours."
Jan put her arm's around Peter's neck. "In that case,
you'll just have to move your hand a little higher,"
she whispered in his ear.
**
Sabrina opened her eyes. She was in someone's living
room again. A small but elegant one. She turned slowly,
examining the room. All the furnishings were in very
good taste. Even the television was in a cabinet that
could be closed to hide its true function.
A door across the room opened and tall, slim woman
with dark hair entered. When she saw Sabrina, the
woman stopped in her tracks. Raising an eyebrow, she
said in a cultured British accent, "May I help you?"
Sabrina starred wide eyed at the woman. "You're Emma
Peel," she practically squealed. "Thank goodness,
somebody who can cope with weird stuff. You see at
first I was at home and then Samantha said I was jump-
ing dimensions, and then there was that awful Peter
Brady, and..."
Mrs. Peel held up her hand. She cocked her head a bit,
looking thoughtful, "Perhaps I should bring in Steed.
I think he should hear this," she said with a wry lit-
tle smile.
"Oh sure, good idea."
Mrs. Peel turned and walked to the door. "Please take
a chair, I'll be right back, just going to use the
telephone." She closed the door behind her.
Sabrina sighed, maybe she was finally going to get
some help. She looked at the chair, but was too excited
to sit. She took a turn about the room, examining one
thing and another. As she neared the door she could
hear Mrs. Peel's muffled voice. She must be talking to
Steed right now, thought Sabrina. She put her ear to
the door.
"Yes constable, this is Diana Rigg. Could you send
someone around to my flat. There's a young lady here,
American I think, who seems to think I'm actually Emma
Peel. She's asking for my help with some sort of fan-
tastic problem ... No, I don't think she's dangerous...
Yes, yes...Thank you very much."
Sabrina heard the phone being hung up and then foot-
steps coming nearer. She ran back across the room and
took a seat. She tried to get things straight in her
mind. As she saw it there was good news and bad news.
The good news was that she was apparently back in her
own dimension. Obviously, she had been talking to
Diana Rigg the actress and not Emma Peel the fictional
character. And somewhere her aunts and even her parents
were alive. The bad news, of course, was that she was
about thirty years out of her own time. More bad news,
the police were on their way. Hmmm... maybe that could
work to her advantage. She was obviously an American.
Maybe they would allow her a trans-Atlantic telephone
call. Maybe they would allow several of them, since
she wasn't really sure where her aunts were in this
time. And then maybe they would give her time to talk
her aunts into believing that she was a time hopping
niece from the future. And maybe waiting here wasn't
such a good idea after all. And maybe she'd better get
her butt out of here But before she could act, Diana
came back in the room.
"Steed will be here in a few minutes." She was smiling
the smile of someone who wants everyone to remain calm.
Sabrina stood up slowly. "You know, I may have made a
mistake. I think I'll just be going." She tried to
slide past the older woman.
Rigg took Sabrina's hand. "Now dear, we don't want
Steed to make his trip for nothing, do we?"
Sabrina tugged her arm. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Any
excuse to be with you and all that."
"You flatter me dear, but I must insist." She pulled
Sabrina's arm in one direction and pushed her opposite
shoulder the other direction. Sabrina spun away from
the door, losing her balance. She was thinking that Ms
Rigg must have learned some judo from portraying Mrs.
Peel when she saw the fingers of her flailing hand line
up with the television.
And then the lights went out. "Oh crap."
Rigg's hand closed on air. Without Sabrina's counter
weight, Rigg fell to the floor, but she immediately
jumped up. Where had that girl gone? Rigg ran through
each of the rooms of her apartment. She wasn't to be
seen. As unlikely as it seemed, she must have gone out
the door.
Rigg wandered back to the living room and dropped into
a chair in front of the television to await the police.
On the TV was a documentary about the battle of
Britain. My God, thought Rigg, it was the sixties, how
much longer could they possibly rehash the second World
War.
Continued in part 2...
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