Odyssey

Chapter 01: Beginnings

"It seemed such a simple idea. We had the technology, the holding facilities and the will. Simply remove the evil, the monster, the cancer from society and keep the species Homo sapiens safe from predators. For eons all had gone to plan, the secure holding cells had filled with the dregs of humanity and the planet earth rotated bereft of its vilest inhabitants. Then came that terrible war, the conflict that would hold existences very survival in the balance. In the end there was but one solution, the complete obliteration of two races to ensure a universes survival."

He was old. Perhaps fifty, perhaps sixty, gray at the temples and face lined with the passage of time. His costume was dated, a strange mix of nineteenth and twentieth century fashions haphazardly thrown together to create a somehow timeless appearance.

"I opened the box myself. Pushed aside the lid and let out the fifth dimension. Strange to see everything you know and love dissipate into nowhere. It all still exists, inside an atom, hidden behind a mirror's reflective face. Not being unable to touch or see familiarity is eternally tantalizing, knowing it is just outside my peripheral vision yet however fast I turn my head it will still be beyond sight."

We had met online. Saw an ad on Craig's that really intrigued so decided to reply. He was funny, downright hilariously eccentric and being geeky myself I was hooked from the start. Hatter he called himself, the Mad Hatter. Wouldn't tell me his real name, said nobody knew it, he had almost forgotten himself, which seemed strange, but everything about him was odd, unbelievable, yet vaguely familiar like a half remembered dream.

"In that very last moment the barriers collapsed. Creatures that should have been locked away for eternity released into the wormholes of time and space to reappear randomly and unfettered in the past and future. It was my action that caused their release and my responsibility to hunt them to extinction."

Strange to see a man who had within his grasp the loftiest scientific knowledge struggle with a machine of almost simplistic design, his fingers struggling to hit the keyboard in order to produce any coherent pattern.

"We have voice activated software available now you know Hatter."

"But you never know who might be listening."

I waited for a grin, none came. Hatter was inclined to make remarks like that, short casual statements that weighed far more than their obvious poundage. Always the bigger picture he had said once, ever deeper and more obscure.

"Who exactly are you looking for?"

"River. I know she is here somewhere. "

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The yard was dark and dank. Rain had fallen continuously since the previous eve and the air was still heavy with moisture that transferred to our clothes to run in rivulets as we crept forwards towards the one lighted window. Hatter seemed unusually agitated. I had become use to the animated gestures and constant flickering expressions but somehow this excitement was tinged with a dark shade I found disturbing. For once the dark spectacles had been laid aside and his eyes had taken on the piercing concentration of the owl as it hunts on moonless nights. He gestured for me to stop and as always my body reacted to his will immediately. The control he held me under was mystifying. There had never been a conversation, no words that could be referenced in moments of doubt or contradiction, simply the trust that what he wished was always for the best, ever mindful of my care and protection. That he never asked for my assent or cooperation was not from an assumption of superiority, neither from some scheme to show me the subservience of my being, rather it flowed from a responsibility he took without question or personal concern and it made me safe and secure within his compass.

Carefully, from the extreme edge he peered inside. Looking first to the left, then adjusting his eye line sufficiently to see forwards and right he scanned every atom. At first all seemed well and his visage show little reaction to any stimulus. Then something caught his eyes and they narrowed, focused minutely. I heard the inhalation of a breath distinct and different from others, heavy with emotion, weighted with the spice of sadness.

He shifted side ways and leaned heavily against the bricked wall, then slowly sank to rest sitting on his haunches, elbows hard against his knees. I waited, patiently, trustingly, knowing that the moment he needed me I would be aware. There was a look I had learned, an expression so subtle as to be indistinguishable to any other but to me it cried, help. The moment lasted, dragged out as if the very hands of time had stopped and then without warning his head shook violently and he sprang upwards. The window was smashed with one blow of his fist, glass shattering and flying inwards to fall in a wild crescent across the inner floor. He was inside in a flash and once more giving me the look of stillness disappeared from my view.

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I really don't know how it happened. We were talking, quietly, deeply, the way we always seemed to be, then he kissed me. I was shocked. Not unpleasantly, I had often wondered what his touch would be like, fantasized about the spark that might ignite. But the reality was so much more, not at all like the kisses I had felt before, not timid or forceful, somehow his lips enclosed my whole being in a caress so deep and complete I found myself just wanting to drown in that very moment. He looked at me, probed deep into my own eyes with a soul I knew was ancient as time itself and I felt myself burst forth, like a butterfly from its chrysalis, to be complete for the first time. He was strong yet strangely gentle as he lifted me in his arms to lay me on the great platform he used for rest.

I had never seen him sleep but knew he must, all sentient creatures need to dream and Timelords were no exception. The firmness of the mattress felt different, supporting yet yielding to my shape, seeming to mold to my needs with perfect reflection. He had tried to explain so often that all within the TARDIS was instilled with unique life force but to my inexperienced perceptions each proof still filled me with awe.

I waited, wondering what would happen, not sure if I was ready to depart on this journey to the stars. He kissed me again and I knew, felt the moistness between my thighs that told its own truth. He seemed so at ease. Chatting between embraces, seemingly waiting till my body was almost burning wild and free then perfectly controlling the conflagration with practiced mouth to keep the flames bright and strong.

He was smiling as he talked, lips curled constantly in a line of happiness and my soul soared. Absently mindedly he began trying to straighten my dress. The petticoats looked so cute standing but now laying they sprung upwards to create a slope between my waist and the hem. Was it an accident that his hand brushed against my naked knee? It seemed as if it must be, the play straightening continued accompanying with the conversation without pause. There, he touched me again. Very softly, but this time I knew it was no accident. The eyes twinkled a little brighter and the corners wrinkled almost imperceptibly.

How should I react? I wanted to show my feelings but to be too obvious would seem far too disrespectful and cheap. I waited, trying not to hold my breathe, the anticipation knotting my stomach and increasing the damp heat in my panties exponentially. Then it happened, the third touch and minimally I allowed my knees to part and sighed almost incoherently. The hand stayed, palm pressed warm against the skin, burning me, branding as surely as an iron heated to cherry red.

"Something seems out of place."

His hand was gently touching my knee, fingers probing inquisitively.

"Better take a look."

I wanted to say NO, just touch me please Hatter, please let me feel your caress, I beg you, anywhere, everywhere.

He was sitting astride my leg, hands either side of my knee. The intensity of the scrutiny amazed, I could feel his vision striping away flesh and cartilage, exposing muscle and bone to his minute inspection. He gracefully lifted my knee, flexed it slowly and steadily, checked for sideways play in the core of the joint, then satisfied let it let it lay once more between his thighs.

"Quite the perfect piece of skeletal articulation!"

He was smiling a new smile. Somehow knowing, as if a joke had been played and only he knew its consequence.

"And the cutest dimples too!"

Without warning he bent and planted a resounding kiss on my knee, then regaining his upright position grinned widely as the ever present Cheshire cat. I blushed, I swear I turned into a tomato, my knees parted like the waters of the Nile under Moses instruction and my cervix descended to my urethra to dance a wild tarantella.

"The kiss seemed to do the trick then."

He kissed the other dimpled knee, or more precisely the lower thigh just above and to the inside. I swear my kitty meowed in pleasure. The next kiss moved a little higher and I giggled. Yes giggled like a stupid schoolgirl who knew no better. He didn't stop, in fact I felt the tip of his tongue move gently upwards slowly, too slowly dammit it. My thighs had parted utterly; any thought of modesty had vanished with the rapidly growing wet crotch of my wafer thin panties. So aroused had I become that without a thought I grasped the hem of my dress with both hands and pulled it unceremoniously to my chest. His head popped up momentarily with such a wicked grin I nearly peed myself with pure excitement.

Oh yes, the tongue touched my swollen hood and moved downwards to press the dampened silk deep into my labia. I purred, almost lost myself momentarily before gaining enough control to stop climaxing immediately.

"Don't cum, wait till I tell you."

The words dribbled like warm honey across my body. He was taking me, controlling me, owning me. Reaching down my hands found his head and fingers curled into the strands of his graying peppered mane. He reached up took my wrists and spread them wide, holding then fast against the comforter. I was in paradise.

My panties were soaked, penetrated from one side by the ample saliva spread as his mouth traveled knowingly and equally heavily laden on the interior from my own abundant outpouring.

Finally he drew them to one side and penetrated my liquid interior with linguistic delight, taking me to new and loftier levels of ecstasy. I wanted to tell him so much but my words stuck like feathers in my throat unable to escape the rapture that held me suspended in dumb oblivion. My gasps perhaps were sound enough for his fingers curled to intertwine with mine as the tongue drove piston like into my velvet sheath. My abdomen was tight, muscles holing hard against the almost overwhelming need for release yet still the crescendo rose unabated in my core. Momentarily all movement stopped, leaving me perched tiptoe upon the precipice with nothing to hold me but the insistence of his wish planted carefully in my soul.

"Now my beloved companion, let go now as never before!"

The flood gates opened. Womb and urethra gushing forth like burst reservoirs to flood all in their path. Eyes and mouth wide open, a silent scream frozen in time as my hands gripped his lest I be washed away.