Message-ID: <15550eli$9809230529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "Sabrina - Space and Time" (Part 1) by Heatheranne (solo,mast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <771cfd50.360824a1@aol.com> ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ 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 (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... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----