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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children.) ===================================================================== Scroll down to view text Archive name: sabrina~.txt (solo,mast) Authors name: Heatheranne Story title : Sabrina Through Space and Time (First Posted Sept. 22, 1998) ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright 1998 This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. -- This work may be archived and displayed on non-commercial web sites without permission, but please do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ------------------------------------------------------- Sabrina Through Space and Time by 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. ** 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 _____________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 6 - Text 8367