Note- Just as in the sixties movie, 'One Million Years BC' the science in my story is questionable. It's only for a bit of fun. Sarah Young, we miss you wherever you are.
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Project Tic Toc was a top secret effort to create and run an experimental time machine. A US Government funded project, the many specialists and scientists had built and very nearly completed the 'Time Tunnel,' so called after the cylindrical hallway that enabled a person to enter the portal and travel into the past. It had been surmised that time was a static continuum, and was accessible at any point through the time corridor.
Only one person had dared to risk taking on the dangerous journey, and that had been the English girl, Sarah Young. Once a successful adult movie actress and producer in Europe, she had retired from that world to return to University and study Biochemistry. Now in 1993, having achieved her doctorate, she had been invited by Doctor Ann McGregor to join the ten year long Tic Toc project.
When it was announced that the Government were deciding to withdraw funding, the courageous young woman had taken it on herself to prove the tunnel worked and had entered the portal. Sarah had successfully travelled in time more than a dozen times, but at HQ in Arizona the team had been unable to secure her return to 1993.
General Kirk, Ann and Doctor Swain watched the instruments and consoles intently as they monitored the whereabouts of the lost Sarah.
"She's stopped." Said Ann.
"I have a time fix, one million. One million BC, the Pliocene period."
Kirk looked agog at Swain.
"Ann, can you get a visual contact?"
"I'm trying."
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Sarah Young felt the warm heat of the sun on her body as she tumbled and stumbled to the foot of a precipitous cliff. The initial thrill as she emerged from the time vortex came to her as usual, and the former porn star sat bolt upright and looked up into a clear, blue sky. Birds were seen high up, circling around above, too high for her to recognise the species.
The lush ground was covered with green grass, gently sloping up to a rise where her eyes were drawn to a well trodden trail. Beside the cliff, the trail meandered to a lower hillside, full of alcoves and mouths of dark caves. Despite the suns warmth a breeze wafted the scent of honeysuckle and sandalwood towards her, and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her ears were assaulted by the sound of countless creatures and insects as she collected her thoughts. The engaging brunette rose to her feet and looked down at herself. As she had discovered on her various travels through the different periods, her attire seemed to assume a familiarity to her surroundings and time. She wore what one could only describe as a two piece deer skin bikini, with crude calf high boots of deer skin and fur on her feet.
Her vivacious hourglass figure was superb and the attire was woefully inadequate in covering her large bountiful 42DD breasts, which strained at the skimpy bra. Her lean, flat stomach was bare, just above her loins. Behind her, the back of the doe skin bottoms barely covered her perfectly firm buttocks, which poked out seductively when the fabric flipped up.
A loud screech of some type of bird alarmed her and Sarah thought it might be best to make for the caves. Judging her whereabouts by her clothing, it seemed to indicate a primitive time and place with no civilisation. She was reminded of her visit to the jungle where she had encountered Tarzan and his mate Jane as she walked noting the lushness of the grass, well watered and fertile. Did that indicate a more clement period if this were prehistoric times?
On reaching the trail she saw dislodged rocks from above together with white stones along the way, seemingly at regular spots. On purpose? Were there people nearby? Her mind awhirl with images and thoughts, she decided to proceed along the trail, trying to come to terms of her predicament.
Almost immediately she eyed a group of figures in the distance, and as she froze to the spot a dozen males surrounded the frightened Sarah, including a fierce looking kind of drooling dog that bared its yellow teeth at her. The lead man had a crude spear in his right fist, others carried clubs and cudgels. They were all wearing some leather cloths that were tied at the waist, but all were bare chested. Amateurish jewellery of bone and shell adorned their necks and wrists. Each man had shoulder length yellowish hair, some bearded, one or two clean shaved.
The lead man came closer and Sarah tried to act calm and normal. Naked from the waist up the six foot plus robust man quite literally bulged with muscles, biceps and pectorals almost chiselled into his body. His thighs and calves were well developed, and his hips, bared from the leather cloth that ran down from his waist, drew Sarah's eye to his tantalising groin area. Homo Erectus? He pointed his spear to the ground and Sarah breathed easier as the gesture appeared friendly. Although he appeared to Sarah to be no more than thirty years of age, he did seem to be the leader of the small group.
Tentatively he reached out and held her tight curls in his rough hand. He cocked his head in curiosity, presumably because he had never seen dark hair on a person. All his tribe seemed blonde and fair skinned, his appeared the most yellow of the group. . He pulled on her locks with credulity, then squeezed her arms and wrists, inspecting her with bright eyes. Then he paused and gazed on her soccer ball sized boobs and without ceremony ripped the insubstantial left strap of her bikini top asunder.
"Hey!" Yelled Sarah.
Her left breast came out and bounced free of her top. The whole group made excited noises as her one big boob fascinated them all. In the blink of an eye, Sarah was pinned to the soft grass face down, big hands gripping her slender ankles. The back of her fur bottoms was flipped back to expose her smooth buttocks and the enticing beaver of her dark haired pussy.
"DOKA!" Yelled yellow hair with arms raised high in the air.
All at once the others backed off and Sarah raised her head, brushing her voluminous hair from her pretty face. With a hefty lift up the macho man hoisted the lightweight brunette into a foreman's lift and she was carried away with the group.
Soon they all arrived at the entrance to a dark and forbidding cave where other like dressed members of the tribe gathered. The night was drawing in as they entered and Sarah was laid down and left free. She rubbed her ankles and took a look around, her head cradled on her shoulder.
The women and children had made a fine fire, and prepared large pieces of meat and fish on a length of knotted branch above the licking flames. Sarah blinked her eyes at the choking smoke that filled the cave, but the aroma of cooking meat had its appeal. Gradually the men gathered around and sat together, before they were all served huge portions of the cooked food. One woman brought a heavy looking container of some sort which spilled fresh water as she lugged it over.
"Omm, oom, laka!" Yelled one woman to nobody in particular, but everyone started eating.
