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  The hole

  By Jaclyn Cadell

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  Copyright © 2011 Jaclyn Cadell

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  Table of Contents

  • Chapter One

  • Chapter Two

  • Chapter Three

  • Chapter Four

  • Chapter Five

  • Chapter Six

  • Chapter Seven

  • Chapter Eight

  • Chapter Nine

  • Chapter Ten

  • Chapter Eleven

  • Chapter Twelve

  Chapter One

  Question: Why would a 15-year-old high school student want to be out on a hill helping his father survey a plot of ground for the new land owner?

  Answer: He wouldn't! He'd lot rather be riding around on his Indian 45 motorcycle impressing the girls.

  Unfortunately, economics dictated that I spend this Saturday morning in 1951 helping with the job if I wanted to be able to afford gas for my motorcycle. Therefore, here I was. At the moment, I was chopping down some vines and small trees which were blocking the line-of-sight between the transit and the surveyor's rod.

  The vines were particularly thick along here, and I had to reach up as high as I could to do a proper job of chopping with my machete. At the moment, I was actually standing on my toes as I minced along, chopping way over my head. Suddenly, the ground disappeared from under me! I had stepped into a large diameter hole which was hidden by vines and weeds that had grown across it. I wasn't looking down, anyway, so I probably wouldn't have seen it if it had not been covered.

  Down I tumbled, tail over teakettle, farther and farther into blackness. How deep was this damned hole? My first thought was that I had stepped into an abandoned well, but no dug well was this deep. I kept falling. Shit, this hole must reach all the way to China! If I hit at this speed, I was going to be a bloody splash when I stopped. But, I kept falling, still holding on to my machete for dear life, though I didn't have any idea what it could do for me.

  Son of a bitch! I was slowing down, and there was some light below. I still fell, but slower and slower, until I finally hit the ground very softly in a standing position. There was enough light so that I could see all around me, and what I saw was unbelievable.

  I was an avid reader, and when I wasn't riding my motorcycle, chasing girls, working in my home chemistry lab, or in school, I read all of the science fiction and fantasy stuff I could find. Therefore, I was more amazed than frightened by what I saw. No, they weren't little green men, they were 9-foot tall octopi! There were 4 of them, and they were looking at me!

  Well, they really weren't octopi, they had 3 legs they were standing on and 12 tentacles they used for hands. They had two eyes, one nose and one mouth, in a monster-size bald head. Actually, they looked like something Walt Disney would come up with to frighten 3-year-old kids and amuse adults.

  Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. "Well, Jacob, I hope you enjoyed your trip."

  I said, "What the shit is going on? Put me back where you found me! I've got to get back to work before I get in trouble!"

  "We can't do that, Jacob. You see, you are dead. You fell about 30 feet into an abandoned well and were killed when you fell on your machete. Or, that's what it will look like. We snatched you before you hit bottom and substituted a clone to take your place. You can't go back and still be alive.

  "You have a choice. You can go back to Earth and be dead, or you can help us and live to a ripe old age. Decide quickly, we don't have a lot of patience."

  "That's a choice? OK, I'll stay with you. What do you want from me?"

  "Well, to some extent, we'll have to work that out. We were expecting your father to fall in the hole, so we will have to adjust our plans to fit you, instead."

  I could believe that I was a step down from my father. He was an even 6 feet tall, weighed 176 pounds, all of it bone and muscle, and looked like a comic book superhero, except that he wore glasses and was nearly bald. On the other hand, I was 5 feet, 9 inches tall, weighed 134 pounds, and was strong enough to move around; otherwise, I was a slob. Of course, I did have all of my hair!

  "OK, I have no doubt that I come in a poor second to my father, but can you give me some idea of what you have in mind for me to do?"

  "Oh, that's not a problem. We want you to be the catalyst that jump-starts the human race to where they are now."

  "Now, wait a minute! You expect me to go back in time, and provide the inspiration that pushes the human race toward civilization? Based on what I've seen you do, already, I can believe the time travel bit, but what can one person do to accomplish all of that?"

  "Don't worry, we've got that all worked out. Admittedly, it will take you several lifetimes to do it all, but you can do it, and you'll enjoy most of it."

  "What do you mean by 'enjoy most of it'? I like the 'several lifetimes' thing, but what about the other?"

  "Don't worry about that, either. We'll have too much invested in you to let anything bad happen to you. Just do what we say, and everything will work out fine."

  I wasn't too sure just how far I could trust these characters. After all, they had snatched me instead of my father! I had absolute proof that they weren't perfect. Oh, well, I really didn't have much choice in the matter. Besides, the job sounded like it had possibilities and could be a lot of fun.

  I said, "Look, I really don't want to be pushy, but I'm getting tired of standing here, and I'm thirsty. Could I sit down somewhere and drink a Coke or something?"

  "Oh, sure. Sorry. Hop down off that platform and go through the door you see on your left. There are some chairs in there. Take a seat, and a servant will bring you something to drink."

  I went through the door and sat down in a very comfortable overstuffed chair. I wasn't there a minute before someone waltzed in with something in a glass for me to drink. I use the term "waltz" advisedly, because the servant who came in moved so smoothly that I would have sworn that she was a professional dancer. She looked human and was about 5 feet, 4 inches tall and built like the proverbial brick shit house! And SHE WAS NAKED! I guessed that she was about 18 years old and every 15-year-old boy's wet dream.

  I would have been completely tongue tied, except my mother had drilled me on courtesy being required in every situation, so I was able to choke out a thank you.

  She answered, "You are quite welcome, sir," in a voice that was so hot that it would melt butter! "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

  Man, what a loaded question! I managed to get out, "Yes, if you have the time, I would appreciate it if you would sit with me and answer some questions."

  This was going to be difficult! She sat down opposite me with her legs open slightly so that I could see all the way to her pussy! That, combined with the way she kept her arms on the armrests so that I had a full view of her magnificent tits, was going to make it hard (!) to concentrate on my questions.

  "First off, what's your name?"

  "I don't have a name. Please give me one."

  "You don't have a name? OK, let's try... Hannah. How's that?"

  "Oh, Master, Hannah is a wonderful name!"

  "Who, Hannah! What's this 'master' business?"

  "I am a clone grown to be your servant. I had no existence until about one hour ago when you showed up in the trap. The funfzhens grew me fro
m the stored tissue bank when they knew you were the one coming. I will be put back into storage when you leave."

  "Don't you have any say-so in the matter? I certainly wouldn't want to be put into storage until a suitable 'master' showed up."

  "Master, you don't understand. I am not a person. I'm just a hunk of animated meat with the physical reactions of the person I'm cloned to be. I am controlled by a computer which activates my muscles and nerves to simulate a real person. I can and do function just like a human, but I am not a living human. Think of me as a sophisticated robot."

  "OK, if you say so. But what is a computer?"

  "Oh, shit, that's one of the words I'm not supposed to use until you have been through the learning cycle. Please forget I said that word. You'll know what it means within a few hours."

  "OK on that one, too. Forget I asked. What is this place, and where are we?"

  "I'm sorry, Master, but I don't know the answer to that. You'll find out the answers to all your questions when you go through the learning cycle. Please be patient for now."

  "All right, I'll be patient. But please stop calling me 'Master.' My name is Jacob. Please use that."

  "OK, Jacob. We've got a couple of hours before the learning process is ready for you. I don't want you to get bored, so let's fuck!"

  My God! She just used those magic words on me! I was a complete virgin, except for liberal use of my hand. I had seen a few naked females before today, but they were all under the age of 10. Sure, I knew what a pussy looked like in general terms, but I had never seen one on an adult until today.

  "Come with me." We went into the next room where she had me lie down on

  a very comfortable bed. She crawled up beside me and looked soulfully into my eyes.

  "Look, Hannah, it's not like I don't appreciate the opportunity you're offering, but what if I make you pregnant?"

  "Don't worry about that, Jacob. Thank you for asking, but I must tell you that I don't have the 'plumbing' to get pregnant. I'm like the old joke about keeping the play pen and throwing out the baby carriage."

  "In that case, please show me what to do."

  "The first thing we need to do is get rid of your clothes."

  I had pulled off my boots and socks before I got in bed—my mother's training, I guess, so all I was wearing was a tee-shirt, work pants, and under shorts. I didn't know I could strip so fast; I must have set some sort of record, even though I was lying on the bed. Naturally, my cock was as hard as it ever got and stood at attention, all 5½ inches of it. Yeah, I know, a little less than average, but it was my first time!

  Hannah pushed me flat on my back and crawled on top of me with a leg on either side. I could feel her pussy pressing on my belly! I almost came right then, but managed to hold it in. She kissed me, progressing from the closed lips thing that girls do on the first date to he open mouth tongue duel that lovers indulge in. I am pleased to say that I was a fast learner!

  She said, "I know that this is your first time to fuck, so you will shoot way too soon, unless we do something about that. I'll fix that right now. You just hold still while I get ready." She slid her pussy down across my belly and past my cock. Man, I thought I was sure to explode then, but I managed not to. She kept going, dragging her tits down past my cock. I had a hell of a time holding it in then, too.

  Finally, she had her head right over my cock. "I'm ready now. You're going to like this, so I recommend you put off coming as long as you can. Here goes." She actually kissed the end of my cock! Then she parted her lips and slipped my little head into the cavern that was her mouth. Her lips kept pressure all around my cock as it slipped in, but she was careful to keep her teeth out of the way.

  She touched the underside of my cock head with the tip of her tongue, and I thought that would do it, but I was still able to restrain myself. She kept her lips tight around my cock shaft and sucked as she slid my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Damn, the sensations had reached the point of exquisite torture, but I was still able to hold.

  But, when her lips touched my pubic hair and my cock head slipped into her throat as she swallowed, I reached my limit of self control! I shot jet after jet directly down her throat. So what if she was just a machine and I was only masturbating, the feeling was so good that I exploded into the biggest and best cum of my life! She didn't have to breathe, so she didn't gag or suffer from lack of air; she held me until I quit shooting, and my cock softened a little.

  She nearly drove me crazy as she continued to suck. She had me hard again in only a few minutes. Ah, the resiliency of youth! Hannah looked me in the eye and winked. "Now we can get down to some serious fucking!" she said.

  I didn't realize it at the time, but her builders had put all of her natural female responses directly under the control of her AI. Therefore, she didn't need foreplay to get her lubricated and ready, she would teach me all that later. Right now, her pussy was dripping lubricant, so she just moved it into position and slipped down over my cock in one continuous motion.

  This nearly threw me to the moon! As last, my cock was inside a pussy! Now I knew what it felt like. My cock was held in a soft, velvet, wet vise. My hand could never feel like that, and I would never be satisfied by jacking off, again. She moved up and down, rubbing me in all the right places. It wasn't long before I came again in another explosion of pure raw ecstasy. This time I did get limp and popped out of her pussy.

  I went right to sleep. I woke up with her shaking my shoulder. Hannah said, "Jacob, I just got word that your learning cycle is about ready to start."

  We took a quick shower and went back to the room with the easy chairs. Hannah had me take a seat in one while she fitted a strange looking device to my head. As soon as it was in place, I heard voices.

  "Welcome, Jacob, to our experimental facility. We are conducting a series of sociological experiments on humans in parallel universes. You were selected to be one of our agents. You will be given all the information you need through this learning device to cause the changes we are interested in seeing. This will include the languages and survival skills you need to live in a stone age culture.

  "Another thing we will provide is an endless supply of the cigarettes you have become addicted to. Your Zippo cigarette lighter will never run dry nor run out of flints. We are curious as to what affect the sight of you smoking will have on the people you meet. You are carrying a pocket knife which we will modify to insure that it never becomes dull or breaks. Other than that, you will have to make do with whatever you can make for yourself.

  "We will age your body so that you look about 22 years old and lock it into that condition for as long as you live. Your body will not die from old age or sickness, though you can be killed by an animal or by accident, so we do advise you to be reasonably cautious. You will not become sick from germs or bad food, etc., but we recommend that you don't push the limits.

  "You will be put in place with supplies to last you 3 months. After that, you are on your own. The location we have selected for you is near several caves, some already inhabited by local humans, but there are dangerous animals, such as cave bears, living in others. Watch your step!

  "We will now start your training and modifying your body. When you wake up, you will be ready to go."

  I went to sleep for I don't know how long, but I woke up in what amounted to a new body. I was 6 feet tall and weighed 180 pounds, all of it bone and muscle. My hair was blond and my eyes were blue. I had a uniform dark tan. All 5 of my senses appeared to be operating in top form, and I felt full of the proverbial vim and vigor. I was, indeed, "ready to go."

  Hannah had me put on some "clothes" which were no more than well-prepared furs held in place with a few sinew ties. I was wearing some kind of moccasins which didn't look like they would be much protection for my feet, but they sure were comfortable. She helped me put on a backpack which she assured me contained everything that I needed, except for the cigarettes, the lighter, and the knife which were in a breast pocket insi
de the tunic-like covering over my torso. I was carrying a staff which had a fire-hardened point at one end.

  Hannah was dressed like me and was carrying a pack containing our tent and some other supplies. She had a bone knife attached to her waist. Hannah was to accompany me to help me get acclimated before she was returned to the laboratory. I was grateful for the companionship and all the help I could get.

  Hannah led me to a platform similar to the one I was standing on when I arrived. We mounted and said that we were ready to go. There was a moment of vertigo, and we were standing in a clearing surrounded by trees on three sides and a cliff with a cave opening on the west side. A clear, swift moving stream was running through the clearing, so we wouldn't lack for fresh water.

  There were several people at the mouth of the cave and a fire was burning in front of the opening. Someone at the cave noticed us and raised an alarm. Two men picked up spears similar to my staff and came trotting toward us. I admit it—I was scared shitless. So I did what I usually did in such situations, I lit a cigarette.

  Just as the two men got close, I breathed out a puff of smoke through my nose. The men came to a screeching halt, looked closely at me, and ran back toward the cave, screaming a warning all the way. Several other people came out of the cave to see what was going on, but ducked back inside when they heard the shouts from the two running men.

  Hannah and I looked at each other in surprise, and we both shrugged our shoulders. I said, "Come on. We'll have to talk to them before long, anyway." We walked toward the cave, and the people there became more and more agitated as we got closer.

  I was nervously puffing on my cigarette as we neared the cave and putting out quite a bit of smoke as a result. I could see that the two men were frightened nearly to the point of paralysis, but were bravely holding their spears at the ready as we approached.

  Finally, my brain kicked in, and I started thinking, instead of just reacting. I realized that the smoke coming from my body was what had frightened them so much, so I dropped the cigarette and crushed it out by stepping on it. OUCH! I had forgotten that I was no longer wearing my hard-soled boots. Fortunately, I was able to ignore the pain and concentrate on the problem at hand.