The Portal
All characters are eighteen+. Dr. Mann breaks through to the other side. All science is this story is complete nonsense.
Dr. E. Mann, PhD checked his calculations for what seemed the hundredth time. He was impatient for the first test of his compact particle accelerator. They had laughed him out of several elite universities when he had presented his proposal to their physics departments. Of course, his proposal was "unproven," he had never been allowed to test it. As far as "far-fetched and "dangerous," that only showed that his critics were cowards and were without imagination. He might be pissed off, but he was not "mad."
This success would bring him the wealth and respect that he had been maliciously denied. And that wealth and fame would give him access to the beautiful and desirable women that he also had been unfairly denied. Laurette Franco would find out what she missed out on when she had turned him down. She could have been on his arm as he received his Nobel Prize. But instead she would be replaced with women who would make her pale in comparison. All those who had laughed at him would burn with envy at his triumph. His time teaching remedial science at the local Junior College would soon come to an end. Those bumpkins and dropouts would be bragging that they were in his classes. He could already see the dull-witted surprise on their cow-like faces.
Mann checked over the machine carefully. All the connections had to be secure. He hoped that the collection of second hand, pilfered and questionably sourced parts would hold up under the power load they would be subjected to.
He stepped out of his back door and walked to the fence surrounding the transformer installation that backed up to his property. He had had some difficulty obtaining a location near enough to a source with enough power to operate his machines. If the previous owners found out that he was behind the problems that led them to sell at such a low price, he would be in big trouble. But he certainly would not tell them.
The connections and cable were as they should be. He was finally ready for the first live test. He hurried back to his lab and gave everything a final check. Now he was ready. Soon the world would recognize his genius. He took a deep breath and closed the main power switch. The lights in the room and all over the neighborhood dimmed. The magnetic fields were perfectly aligned. The vacuum in the particle tubes was holding with no leaks. He pushed the button that started the particle generators. His revolutionary
accelerator design made his machine the most powerful particle collider in the world, even though it took up less than half the space of the spare bedroom that he had converted into his lab. The target was a six-foot square fluorescent screen of his own design.
Mann could smell hot insulation, but so far everything was holding. The target began to light up at the point of impact. The glow began to spread, but was too weak. He took another deep breath and pushed to button on his secondary transformer. This would double the power to the accelerator. The whole screen began to glow. The room began to shake. The air in front of the screen began to shimmer as the particles impinged on the screen. Suddenly there was a flash that nearly blinded him. All he could see were spots in front of his eyes. When his vision cleared, The screen was now an opaque swirling gray circle. It seemed like it was now three dimensional rather than two.
Remarkably, the whole system seemed to have stabilized. The power consumption was in safe limits. All the monitors showed in the green. The smell of burning insulation seemed to be gone. Whatever the particle beam had done was now in maintenance mode.
Mann picked up a broom from the closet and started pushing the handle into the gray vortex. It slid in with no resistance. He pushed it in as far as he could without touching anything. When he pulled it back out, it was the same as before.
He went out to his storage building and found an eight foot, one by six board.
He shut off the video camera that he had been using to record the experiment and replaced the video card with a blank one. He pushed his work table in front of the gray circle. He attached to camera to the board and put the board on the table aligned with the circle. He set it to record and slowly pushed the board through the circle.
He let it record for ten minutes before pulling it back. He quickly plugged in a cable and hooked it up to a 27-inch monitor. He hit play and carefully watched the recording. The camera was looking out onto what appeared to be a vacant lot. A paved street ran in front of the lot. Off to the right was what looked like an upscale suburb with large multi-story houses. There were what appeared to be normal humans walking along the street. There were what looked like street signs at the end of the streets, but they were too far away for him to read.
Mann's mind reeled. Had he opened a portal to another place? Or, had he opened a portal into time. Could it be on another planet even? It definitely was not the neighborhood around his house.
He needed to gather more data before he tried to go through it himself. He wondered if he could get a volunteer from one of his classes, but they would want to get paid. Plus, he didn't think any of them were bright enough to be helpful.
This would require a trip to the scientific supply store. They probably would not have what he needed, but he would have to make do. After an hour, he was back. He had a digital weather station with thermometer, barometer and a wind gauge. He had a gas detector. He taped them to the board and pushed it back through his portal. After half an hour he pulled it back through and checked the
results. The air was the normal mix of gases, except there seemed to be no pollutants. The temperature was 80 degrees F. and the wind was about 5 mph. So, it seemed to be earth, but he still had no idea where or when.
Mann knew this was do or die. He would have to go through the portal himself and determine where it led. He got a small backpack, put a notebook and pen in it.
He added a bottle of water and his video camera. He also had his phone.
Mann clambered up onto the table, closed his eyes and launched himself into the swirling gray vortex. He felt a momentary disorientation and a feeling of being stretched to infinity. Then a brief falling sensation which ended with him slamming into the grass of the vacant lot. The four-foot fall knocked the breath out of him and left him gasping, trying to pull air into his lungs. After a few minutes, he felt better and got to his feet. He wiped the grass from his arms and knees. His slacks were a little grass-stained at the knee and there was a scrape on his right arm.
He looked down to his left at what appeared to be an urban street with signs for night clubs, restaurants and even strip joints. Directly in front of him was the street he had seen on the video camera. To the right was a farmhouse and barn. He had never seen anything like this with rural, suburban and urban within a block of each other. Since he had seen people walking on the suburban street on the video, he decided to head that way.
He sniffed the air, it seemed clean and fresh, but with a slight musky undertone he couldn't identify.
The first person he met was a remarkably curvy fortyish blonde. She was wearing a skin-tight blue minidress that barely covered her shapely behind. The neckline was cut so low that her breasts threatened pop out at every step. Mann was staring at the soft flesh jiggling as she walked toward him. As she approached, she gave him a seductive smile.
"Like what you see?" she called out in a throaty voice. Mann flushed at being
caught staring.
"Oh, a shy one!" she smirked. "I love the shy nerdy type. Maybe I will see you later, right now, I have to go comfort my stepson, he just broke up with his cheating girlfriend." With that she turned and walked up to next house.
Mann just stood there with his mouth open. Did that hot Milf just hit on him? He had no experience with women flirting with him. And very little with attractive women voluntarily speaking to him. He turned to watch her walk away. He was mesmerized by the motion of her curvy rear under her tight dress. As she reached the top of the front steps, he could clearly see the lower curve of her butt cheeks. She was either wearing a thong or no panties at all.
He turned back up the street and realized he had a full erection straining against the front of his slacks. He closed his eyes and tried to think about anything but that blonde. His erection had gone down a little, so he resumed walking down the street.
He noticed a police car parked along the street in front of him. He hurried toward it hoping to be able to ask the officer some questions about where he was. As he approached the cruiser, he did not see anyone in the driver's seat. As he got closer, it looked like there was someone in the back. He walked up to it and looked into the back seat. He was shocked to see a dark headed policewoman on her knees going down on the huge cock of a man with a shaved head and tattoo sleeves on each arm. He had his hands on the back of her head trying to push her mouth farther down on his big rod. She gagged a couple of times but was not resisting, clearly trying to get all of him into her throat.
Mann turned up the street in a daze, he couldn't wrap his mind around what he had seen. An extremely slutty looking woman casually walking down the street in what appeared to be a high-end neighborhood. And a lady cop blowing what looked like someone she had arrested in the back of her police car. This was not something you would see on any normal street.
As he walked down the street, he could hear music and voices coming from
the back of the second house on the right. He crossed the street and
looked around for someone. He did not see anyone, so he walked around to the back where there was obviously a party going one. The music was loud, but he heard laughter and splashing through the fence around the rear of the property.
He walked up to the gate and heard moans and gasps. He tried to look through a narrow gap between the fence and the gate, but could not see anything. He tentively unlatched the gate and stepped inside. The sight that greeted his eyes was beyond belief. There must have been twenty people in and around a large swimming pool. Every one of them was completely naked and most were engaged in some kind of sex act. There was a guy lying on his back on a spread out towel, a woman with black hair and dark skin was on top of him speared by his cock. There was thick set older man behind her on his knees, pounding his cock into her ass.
A woman was lying on a chaise lounge with a dick in her mouth while a redhead was eating her out like there was no tomorrow. A muscular black man was crouched over the redhead driving his cock into her from behind. He noticed another fit looking guy standing by the fence while a slender blonde was enthusiastically fellating him. The man turned to him with a smile.
"Join in, if you like, there is plenty of fun to go around." He said.
Mann could not quite look him in to eye, but decided this was his best opportunity to get some information.
"It may seem like a strange question, but can you tell me where I am?"
The man looked at him with raised eyebrows, "You're in Pornlandia, where else would you think you were?"
