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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 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 _____________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 6 - Text 8367 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----