Chaos at Cahokia State Park: Part 1

She learns about the right time and space for everything.

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“Cahokia State Park - 1 Mile Ahead”,

The weather wooden sign was now faded to a milk chocolate brown. As Anna and Franny motored down the somewhat quiet country road. Franny was the name she gave the old beater and gas-guzzler.

Anna hated working in the horseradish factory. If it weren't for the company provided showers, she would have been going home stinking to high heaven of that pungent herb. It was decent money, but she never seemed to have enough after the bills were paid to save for anything beyond a very small treat like a candy bar.

Her car was a gift from her uncle Lucius. "It's a classic, gets great fuel mileage and best of all you won't have a car note to pay when you get out of college along with your student loans." He had said smiling like the used car salesman that he was. In truth he had taken it in as a trade years before Anna could even drive. Uncle Lucius really just needed to pawn it off on someone so he wouldn't have to pay to dispose of it.

The 1960 AMC Rambler sported both Democrat and Republican party bumper stickers, one on each side of the rear fender. Right under the taillights, along with a plethora of others that festooned the rear end. Most were really so badly faded that one would have to be less than a foot away to read them. The bright canary yellow with chocolate brown trim now pocked with spots of rust that hinted the viewer might need a tetanus shot from looking at it. Originally adorned with sparkling chrome from front to back, the effect of the local acid rain had dulled it before Anna was even conceived in her mother's womb.

Anna, as an act of hopeful preservation for her only conveyance, had gratefully accepted every free bumper sticker she could. There were even ones inside of the musty smelling and grease speckled rear trunk compartment where the spare tire was kept. Stickers and nine rolls of Duct tape were what was holding the rear end of the vehicle together.

Driving this beast in the summer was hell on earth! In the year the machine was made, Auto Air Conditioning was also called Four Forty, Which meant four windows rolled down and going at least forty miles per hour. But these classic units has triangular front window vents that swiveled open. This bonus effectively turned the Four Forty AC to Max. Besides;  there were no after-market units that could be had with her wages. The heater worked very well. So, in the winter she couldn't complain really. The radio would only pick up one AM station, sometimes, If the weather was good and she held her mouth just right, and it wasn’t raining.

It was a gas guzzler though, at 9 miles to the gallon. When she fired it up it would belch choking blue-black smoke. Her neighbor, Mr. Cotswold, would have brief flashbacks of his time in the Persian Gulf War as a member of the Royal Engineers. To him, it sounded just like the Centurion Tank he drove over there. Mr. Cotswold was far from being the only one that described it as sounding like a tank. She tried not to take it on to the interstate as it would overheat at anything above forty-five miles an hour. Additionally, It had an electrical problem that made the operation of it an experience in the word "fickle" on top of everything else.

As a result, Anna had nicknamed the vehicle, Franny as in "Fickle Franny". Anna was on the Collinsville road when Franny began to act up and sputter. The radio coming on one minute and then fading out the next before re-engaging. Anna turned it off to try and save the battery so that she had headlights. That worked just long enough for her to pull off of the road right outside of Cahokia State Park. Anna was half way to her Southern Illinois home.

The smell of steaming engine coolant battled against the aroma of fresh cut grass, as Anna exited the vehicle with a heavy sigh. The billowing clouds of steam rolling out of the underside of the engine compartment indicated to her that Franny had overheated, yet again.

Anna retrieved her cellphone from the pocket of her linen skirt, to see if she could get her roadside assistance program to give her some help. However, the screen on the device indicated that there was absolutely no signal. "Well, that's just perfect!" she stated in a loud sarcastic tone. Taking a deep breath in, she now exhaled to the sound of crunching gravel from the rear of her vehicle. Anna hoped that the black and white Ford Crown Victoria sedan that had formerly belonged to a local law enforcement agency, could either give her a ride for help, or might have someone more knowledgeable about cars than herself.

"Yo! Tommy; lookie what we got here! A genuine damsel in distress!" said the good looking, fair-haired young man in the royal blue tee-shirt with the white encircled R of the local street gang.

Anna wasn't stupid she knew who they were and what they might try to do to her. She was going to play dumb for as long as she could. Maybe, just maybe they would be decent and not mess with her. Though she seriously doubted it as they had a reputation for drugs, rape, robbery and murder. Bribing the police wasn't even beyond the realms of possibility for these guys. In not so many words for an attractive young woman, they were., Bad News!

"Well, well, Well! How about that!" said the taller broad shouldered African American with the gold tooth smile. "What is a pretty girl, like you doing out here, with this raggedy assed, old, hoopty? This thing smells and looks like it was tossed off of the Mayflower, before the pilgrims landed!" he said as he continued to advance towards her.

Anna chuckled at his joke in part because it was true and also because she didn't want them to know she was aware of their gang affiliation.

"Yeah, my uncle gifted it to me, I think he was originally part of Christopher Columbus's crew to the new world, but they kicked him off the boat, when they discovered he had been a used car salesman back in Spain!" she now said with a smile.

Both thugs now smiled at her feeble joke as they were now within arm's reach of her. She realized that she had made a tactical error in allowing them to get on either side of her and so close. She tried not to panic but it was plain to the thugs she was scared of them.

The one called Tommy said with a menacing smile, "You know we could help you out. But you know" he said as he stroked her tit in an up and down motion with one finger, "ain't nothing in this world worth having is for free. My granddaddy said when he got back from Nam', the saying for doing someone a favor was Gas, Ass Or Grass. Nobody rides for free. So, tell me Goldie Locks do you want to give us your money or grass, before we take that ass?" he now said as they pounced from both sides. Grabbing her arms and dragging her towards the park's restrooms.

Anna struggled to get loose, biting the hand of the blond haired thug when he tried to prevent her from screaming for help. Letting out a pained cry as he retrieved his hand. With the other he let go of her arm in order to back hand her. She in turn punched him in the throat shocking the thug one second and enraging him the next. Fractions of a second later, "Tommy "succeeded in placing her in a full Nelson wrestling hold, while dragging her backwards.

Finding the one door that the maintenance crew had left unlocked the thugs now filled the wheel chair accessible structure as they pushed Anna through the extra wide door.

Tommy flung her toward the back wall of the battle ship gray, cinderblock structure. "Okay! I like it when they fight!" he said as he took off his shirt revealing a well-muscled chest and washboard stomach.

Anna thought briefly that at any other time she might be tempted to let him do things with her as he wasn't bad looking, but his arrogance and violent nature was a real turn off for her.

"If you don't want this to hurt a whole lot, just take your underwear off, lay down and let us do what we want. When we get done giving you the boning you deserve, we will give you a lift into town. If you fight us anymore we will take what we want and no one will ever see you again, Goldie Locks." said the one called Tommy with that same evil smile he'd displayed earlier.

"Go to hell! I'm not spreading my legs for the likes of you two jack asses! I'd rather die first!" stated Anna angrily, as she kicked Jakes' knee out from under him in attempt to get to the door.

However, it was two nearly six foot tall men, to one medium sized, barely five and a half foot tall, Anna. She had temporarily disabled Jake, but the much stockier Tommy was far quicker than his blond colleague. Tommy once again had maneuvered his way around the backside of Anna. Placing her in yet another wrestling hold, he was doing his best to control the feisty fair-haired young woman.

At one point she managed to snap Jakes' head back, with a glancing kick of her foot to his chin. He had been momentarily stunned, but nothing more than that.

"Damn I've fought men that weren't this much trouble!" Was what went through the minds of both thugs. Followed by "What part of hell, did this bitch come from?"

Tommy believed he had the upper hand now, as she was struggling, trying to get loose from his arms. Flopping around, kicking, twisting left to right and back again.

"Get your knife ready to change her fashion sense, Jake." Tommy said with a chuckle. She heard the click of the knife being opened, observing the blade to be about three inches long Anna almost laughed at the miniscule length of the blade.

She briefly thought of the line from Crocodile Dundee "That's not a knife., This is a knife!" If she could only get to the passenger's side of Franny she would show them a real knife. The eleven inch long blade of the Bowie knife, under her front seat is what she sometimes had to use to pry up the engine compartment lid, when she needed to replace the engine coolant. Long handled screw drivers tended to break, but the three inch wide blade of that piece of Arizona crafted steel never so much as flinched at the task.

Her British neighbor called it "The perfect American sword, for the self-rescuing princess." when he had gifted it to her for her birthday last year. Alas, she was far from being able to reach it.

For several seconds Anna struggled with the two thugs as they tried to divest her of her underwear. Finally seeing her brand new panties sliced to ribbons and laying on the floor as she huffed and puffed, she decided to try and lull her attackers into a different position. She allowed all one hundred thirty pounds of her body to go limp. Tommy, not ready for the sudden loss of rigidity from her was immediately thrown off balance and fell smacking his head on the porcelain toilet, effectively knocking himself unconscious.

Anna quickly stood to deliver a knee to Jake's groin, and a head-butt to his nose, splattering her beautiful pale lavender, linen shirt with the blood of her attacker, before she managed to fling the door open to the park.

Anna knew Cahokia State Park like some know the back of their hands. However, Anna wasn't as fast as Jake. After several minutes of running, he caught her near the base of Monks Mound. Bringing Anna down in a flying tackle he had knocked the air out of her. Unable now to struggle for the lack of oxygen in her body, Jake was able to lift her skirt, spread her legs as he fished out his erection from his jeans. Anna felt him roughly part her outer labia with his hand.

"Now just be still and I won't be tempted to slit your throat when I'm done with you! I just want a piece of ass and you're going to give it to me." He said panting.

Anna had gradually regained her breath and was feeling around on the ground for one of the rocks that formed the outline of the mound, near the walking path where they currently were. Just as she felt the head of his cock start to part her inner labia she found what she had been searching for.

My God he is positively huge! He's never going to fit inside of me! Damn it that's not a cock! That's a telephone pole he's using! Anna thought in a panic induced determination for relief from his attempt at her deflowering.

"Oh, you feel so good, nice and tight! You must be a virgin. Well don't worry I won't tell anyone I popped your cherry. "Jake said as he pressed against her maidenhead. "Ow! Ow! No! Don't!" Anna cried as she simultaneously brought the rock up in a strong, rapidly forceful manner, repeatedly to the side of the would be rapist's head and pushed with all of the strength in her legs to disengage their bodies before he was able to breach her virtue.

With a stunned cry of pain and a grunt, Jake slumped over her body with blood trickling from his temple where she had hit him. Just as Anna crawled out from under the unconscious man, she heard Tommy yell "Jake! You Mother Fucker! How dare you not share that little bitch with me! When I find you, I'm going to beat the shit out of you! You damn stingy, double crossing, bastard! Where are you? You little fucking punk!"

Anna quickly and quietly scrambled to the top of Monks Mound. The hundred foot climb not only put her far enough from her assailants, but from the top she would also be able to observe them before they saw her. Plus, she knew where the dear trails leading from the top of the mound were, even in the dark. "Yeah try to find me now, assholes we have more than two thousand acres to play hide and seek. Anna thought now smiling, at the memory of all of the times, she and her seven brothers had played the game as children, in this very location.

She watched as Jake stood shakily, just as Tommy found him and began questioning Jake as to what happened. Jake said "That little bitch got away again,., she got away again, and she made my head hurt. I almost popped her cherry! But she made my head hurt and bleed instead. I don't even care about letting her live now. After you fuck her, I'm slitting that little cunt's throat! Damn My head hurts! She has to be around here somewhere she can't stay hidden forever!"

Tommy rubbing his own head now said "Yeah? She's still got her cherry huh? Well, That will be even sweeter, when we pluck it from her snaggle-assed bush! Yeah, let's see if she went back to that piece of shit car, first."

Grateful that she hadn't gone back to Franny to retrieve her knife now they would have caught her for sure if she had.

She watched them approach her car, dumping out the contents of her purse now and finding her last three dollars. She almost laughed out loud when she heard. "Damn, man! This bitch be broke as a joke, homey! Even I got more than three dollars on me! Fuck she ain't even got any Grass, dude!" Anna hadn't done pot since she turned eighteen. Anna didn't have the money to waste on it, really it didn't do anything for her, but make her cough for two days afterward, and her job did random drug testing anyway. Why risk the only job she could get without a college degree. Anna was going to treat herself to either a small bowl of Ice cream at the fancy Ice cream parlor in Collinsville or a lottery ticket she hadn't decided which one when this happened. Fortunately, after searching her glove box and only finding the usual documents they had moved on to the rear compartment, which they couldn't get open, because they didn't know you had to have the special "Trunk key" that had been on her key ring, which had been lost somewhere in their struggles to rape her. They hadn't found her massive, Bowie knife. Hopefully, Anna wouldn't need it.

Anna continued to watch them in silence, scurry about the park, like chickens with their heads cut off on the ground below. She watched every comical move from atop the mound. They had tried to climb some of the smaller mounds, but didn't know where the proper steps to them were, so the bumbling duo came tumbling down the steep slopes. In a couple of places, they had spooked the sleeping wild deer that used the park as a grazing area and in turn had been startled by the animals jumping up out of the waist high grass. The surprised criminals yelling in fright and falling yet again down a slope. At one point they had been run over by a herd of about five or six does, before the big buck shook his horns at them and snorted a warning prior to chasing them away from one area after the next! First trying to keep together, but then having a disagreement about where they should check next, they split up. After Jake said "we can cover more ground if we spread out. She can't hide forever this place isn't that big. Just holler out when you find her, and I'll be right over." With that she saw them head in opposite directions.

"Ow! Oh shit! Something just bit me!" Exclaimed Tommy from the edge of the woods that bordered the park. Yep! There's a sign that warns people to stay on the paths because there are venomous snakes on the edges of the park. Anna smiled with the thought that the park was exacting her revenge for her. She watched the big black man stagger towards one of the benches near the park entrance, before he slumped down breathing hard enough for her to hear while holding his chest. She heard a gurgling sort of sound before it stopped, and Tommy toppled over onto the bench as though asleep.

It was then that she heard the tell-tale sound of a rattlesnake in the vicinity of the steps to Monks Mound. Shortly followed by "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I know that little bitch is up there! How do we get past that damn snake? Fuck! It just bit me! Damn that hurts! Fuck! it did it again! Oh shit! There are two of those bastards! Fuck, this!" Anna, watched Jake hobble away from the steps to the mound and over to the park bench where Tommy's body lay.

"Tommy, I'm out of here! I need a doctor! Tommy? Tommy, come on let's get out of here, I need a doctor. Tommy this ain't no time to sleep, bro!" Jake now kicked Tommy's lifeless corpse. Receiving no response from his fellow thug, Jake pulled Tommy's cell phone out of a pocket. Using the flashlight application to illuminate the dead man's face, reality struck Jake. "Aw shit! Tommy you picked a hell of a time to fuckin die man! Shit your heavy!" The flashlight turned off and she watched Jake grab Tommy under the arms and begin dragging the body through the gravel parking lot, towards the old bullet riddled police cruiser.

As she watched Jake struggle to drag Tommy out of the Park the full moon rose. Unexplainably, she heard footsteps beside her. Seconds later she heard a flute and what sounded like some sort of chanting prayer in a language not her own. Spinning about she saw no one on the platform top with her.

Anna heard a very loud, pained, grunting sort of cry and watched Jake suddenly fall backward against the old vehicle and not stand back up.

Anna waited, the chanting continued and got louder until it sounded as though it was not more than a foot from her.

Suddenly a very strong gust of wind threw Anna to her knees and lifted her skirt over her bare buttocks. Anna felt gentle but definitely masculine hands on her hips. She felt someone gently caressing and stroking her labia. They tapped her pleasure nub a couple of times. "They?" she questioned herself Yes! They! It wasn't a single person that was doing this. There were far too many hands that were making Anna feel really good as they caressed every inch of her body! She began feeling herself build with joyous pressure. She looked everywhere and saw no person. "Oh! Oh! Oh! On My God!" screamed Anna as her climax suddenly over took her! Her fingers digging into the rich earth as the smell of fresh dew laden grass filled her nostrils. The convulsions wracking her body as she thrust back in search of something to stretch her opening, that deep instinctual desire to have a man fill her and quiet the ache deep in her body. That instinct took hold as she thrust her hips backward in search of the manly solution to her heated condition. She went unpenetrated but not unfulfilled.

Gradually the fingers slipped away. Only the lowly and lonely peal of a bell was heard. Anna found herself very warm. With electricity like energy flowing through her limbs she realized she was face down on the ground, trying to puzzle out what had just happened. Her thoughts not able to really function as in a foggy sort of manner her brain took in her surroundings. It didn't really make much sense to her as It was now daylight.

Gradually feeling as though she needed to leave before the police arrived. Anna stood up and what she saw was not Cahokia!

In front of her lay a meadow with round straw and mud buildings, there was a pen with goats and smoke curled up from the center of the biggest building. She sat up and looking realized that her clothes had changed, she was wearing some sort of smock, made from a rough cotton, not the smooth fabric of her ruined and long gone dress. Around the meadow was a wooden fence, simple pilings driven into the ground and then horizontal poles fixed between them. There were some children playing in one corner and as she took in more details she realized that they were very white skinned.

She shivered, the air here was cooler than she was used to, but where was here? The hills of Cahokia were gone, the land before was much flatter and the grass even looked different. She looked at the grass next to her, it was a narrow blade, not like the broad bladed grass of home.

"Well now Anna, it sure don't look like we're in Illinois any more, but where are we? And, how are we here?"

She still felt sore from the attack by the now dead Jake and Tommy. She hoped that the police would realize that they had been bitten by snakes, and that even though her car was there, that she had nothing to do with it. Not that she knew how she would get back and explain herself, she hadn't even left Collinsville, never mind the state. She stood up and the children below spotted her and started shouting.

An adult man came out of the biggest building and looked up. He saw what the children were shouting about and made his way towards her. She held her ground, not sure what to do, if he attacked her, then, that was it, she was still feeling weak from both the earlier attack, and whatever happened after and transported her here.

"Who are you?" The man asked, his accent strange and almost difficult to understand.

"I am Anna," she said.

"What are you doing here, I don't recognize you."

"I was attacked by two boys, they wanted to, well, you know, and I ran away from them and found myself here."

"No, I don't know what, you are a girl, who is your man? He should provide your protection."

"I have no man. I live alone in Collinsville, and I work in the Horseradish factory."

"You are talking gibberish woman, there is no Collinsville and what is factory, I do not know that word."

He looked at her, and she saw suspicion in his eyes.

"Where are we sir?" She asked.

"This is Wapentake of Skyrack and this dwelling is Bingley. Bradford and Shipley are beyond. You had better come with me to see the Elder and we can decide what should become of you."

"I do not want to be any trouble, I will just go," she said, not wanting to get drawn in. She had no idea where in the world she was. They spoke English, in a strange way, the air was colder, the grass was different, and the people much whiter than she was used to.

"No woman, you do not understand, you have come to trespass upon us, you will see the Elder." He took her arm and led her down to the dwellings, the smell of sweet smoke in the air as she was pushed into the interior of the larger building.

"Eifford," he said addressing a man adorned in furs sat on a large stone in the middle not far from a fire contained in a circle of smaller stones.

"This woman of no man was found on the hill with no valid cause."

The man he addressed, Eifford, stood up and walked to her and then circled Anna, inspecting her carefully.

"Why be you here?" He asked when he stopped circling and stood directly in front of her.

"Well, I don't rightly know sir," she replied. "I was attacked by two ruffians who wanted to take my purity," she could think of no other way to explain it, and so I ran away and fell over and woke up here, I don't understand it. I don't know where I am."

"Your speech is strange; you are not from these parts. Where is your man?"

"I don't have a man sir," she answered.

"You bleed?" He asked, she assumed he meant periods and all that."

"You mean each month? Yes, if you meant from the attack then no."

"Yes, each month. When you bleed you go and live with a man, you are his, why are you not with a man? Have you run away and deserted your duties? Are you damaged?"

"What? No. I haven't run away, I have never been with a man, I am not damaged."

The Elder turned to a woman stood to the side and slightly behind him, "Gweline, show her to me."

The woman walked forward and pulled Anna's smock up, Anna tried to resist but the woman slapped her, and she just could not muster the strength to resist. Naked, she stood before this throng of strangers. The Elder walked forward and then circled her once more, a hand reaching out and cupping her tit, another delving between her legs, not penetrating, more seeing if she were indeed a woman.

Gweline passed Anna back her dress and she gratefully covered herself up again. You will go to Loiff, he has no woman, he will be your man. Take her to his cruck, she can await his return from hunting."

"What? No," Anna said, "just let me be on my way and I shall be no more bother."

"You have no say. Take her away."

The woman Gweline took Anna's hand and led her out of the main building and led her to a smaller dwelling.

"This is Loiff's," she said, "You will wait here."

Anna looked around. The building was constructed of wood, with poles driven into the ground every foot or so, and laths woven around to make a wall. The roof was covered in thatch or hay perhaps, supported by long thin poles. There was a pile of skins, deer perhaps, in the corner and there was a general smell of damp about the place. She went to step outside and see if she could simply walk away, but there was a man stood there, guarding her escape.

She didn't know what to do, she had no idea where she was, it was as if she had been transported back in time to a strange place, old England perhaps, a very different society to one she was used to. Where she came from women weren't property or chattels. She sat on a stone and waited; she didn't have to wait long. There was a commotion outside and then a large hairy man came in. She stood up and faced him.

"You are my mate," he simply said and threw off some of his clothes. "let me look at you then."

She stood there, he could use his eyes and see what he would see. She wasn't sure how this was going to go, she for sure didn't want her first time to be with a hairy man from goodness only knew where. She had a life of her own, and that life hadn't expected to be playing servant to an oik.

He stepped forward and slapped her, she almost hit back, but managed to hold in her anger.

"I said let me look at you," he said pulling at her clothes.

Anna stepped back and looked hard at him. "When I am ready," she said, "I can be yours. I am not ready."

He stepped forward and slapped her again and then pulled the rest of her clothes off, leaving her naked before him.

"You are ready when I say so. You will bear good children, now lie down, we shall start now and then you can get my food ready."

He pushed her and she stumbled and fell onto her backside, more violence perpetrated against her. He stood towering above her and removed the last of his furs, his nakedness showing her he was ready to mate. He kicked her legs apart and dropped to his knees between them and as he leant forward her sight went fuzzy and there was a blackness, and when she opened her eyes she was not in an ancient hut about to be raped, she was, well, she didn't know where, she couldn't believe what she saw.

The soot stained thatch roof of the hut had given way to a ceiling of polished nickel. To her left and right the walls seemed to be made out of bright flowing water falls of glowing white light. Anna could hear the sound of musical notes the randomness of them reminded her of an electrical cars movement.

Out of the corner of her eyes she observed two somewhat fluid almost gelatinous objects moving around her. They resembled burnt motor oil drops in water, black giving way to various blues, greens, yellows, purples and reds in flowing unconventional patterns. One of the objects moved towards her head and the other was at her waist.

Anna tried to get up from where she lay, finding her arms wouldn't obey her command to move any more than her legs would, she thought she should have been allowed to question why this was. For some unknown reason, she couldn't get her mouth to function either.

She felt her feet being placed against each other, her knees now bent one second and then forced to fall to opposite sides. Anna felt vulnerable, open and ashamed as she felt as though she was being examined. Momentarily the one at her head covered her entire face, as she felt something in her ears, she now felt her vulva being opened as though she was seeing her gynecologist. Something touched her hymen and pressed just enough to be uncomfortable but not painful.

"There!" said a static filled, masculine sounding voice as Anna felt extreme pressure in her head, right at her ears.

"God! Make it stop! It hurts! make them stop! Who or whatever, they are, make them stop hurting me! "came the sound of Anna's thoughts from out of the ceiling.

"Quite. Setting. Wrong. Not. No. Stand under me you can?" said the same static filled voice.

"Get out of my body! I don't want you here, in me! You are hurting me. Pain, Pain stop the pain!" came Anna's thoughts again from the ceiling.

"Oh yes! There it is! mid-twentieth century English. I believe that is the proper setting for this one." Came a less static filled masculine voice with a decidedly British Broadcasting Corporation style speech.

Suddenly the pain stopped in her head, though Anna, still felt uncomfortably stretched in her nether regions. Though it didn't feel like hands were being used. It was weird feeling pressure along her entire labia. As though someone was using the palms of their hands to open her really wide.

"The subject is still intact, no trace of semen or gametes at this time. however, ovulation is possible within this subjects time frame!" came a now decidedly female sounding voice in the same British styled speech.

"Human Female subject can you understand me now?" inquired the masculine voice, with a little less static.

"What the hell is going on with this?" thought a very irritated Anna. She was getting annoyed at being spread open for such a long time. The sound of her own voice coming from the ceiling again.

"If you have completed the examination of the human female, please return it to the anatomically correct position. The current state is uncomfortable and is causing undue stress of the subject."

"Just a little longer the recording of the individual reproductive structures is still being mapped at this time." stated the female voice now speaking in crystal clear tones. "It is very rare to find an intact female at such an advanced state of preservation!"

"Clearly that is why the gate opened for this subject. However, we need to return the subject to the proper time and habitat without a contamination of the continuum. I will leave the neuro language translator in so that communication will be easier." Replied the male

"Will we allow this one to mate with the males of her species in the other realms of time like we have in the past or is that still considered forbidden by the primes directive? Inquired the female once again.

"Prime stated that if the subject is in the proper state when the gate opened and has not been altered by an additional body within the subject, then the gates will remain open as long as the purity thresholds are maintained. However, we should endeavor to return the subject as soon as possible to avoid contaminating the time continuum." Responded the male voice.

Before Anna could ask a question another voice from the ceiling now announced:

Sending through Gate:

All personnel not traveling through Continuum Gate stand clear!

Sending in Five. Four. Three. Two

Anna blinked and found herself atop of a step pyramid with a bronze hued man covered in peacock feathers.

"Milady? Where are your garments?" said the astonished man at the pale woman with the gold hair that had appeared before him in a burst of light.

"I don't know?" Anna answered as she looked around to the thousands of people bowing before her.

"Come with me! We asked the gods for a worthy woman. To bring forth the new emperor and you arrived ready to complete the cycle!" he said as he seized her upper arm in a very firm grip.

He led Anna down the path to the inner chambers of the pyramid to the opulently adorned room that held a dying, old man, who was covered in gold and emeralds.

"Prepare them for mating! The golden maiden is here to continue the line of CucXcoofultechein. The true line of the Flying Serpent King. I as high priest will insure that the will of the gods is obeyed." He said all of this and clapped his hands.

Several short dark skinned women came forward, they forced Anna to spread her legs as they applied aloe vera to her folds slightly arousing her but not enough to want to mount the dying old man who stunk of his own urine and excrement.

"No! I'm not having sex with someone's great grandfather! He stinks like dead rotting, deer carcasses!" Shouted Anna. Suddenly blinding pain on the side of her head silenced her protest.

"Leave us! "barked the High Priest. As the women scurried out of the chamber the old man said "You should not be so hard on her. She is young and will bear beautiful babies for me. She will not be used to a man's root so you,”

His head rolled to one side and his voice failed as the spirit left the frail old body.

"Damn! You old fool! If there is no heir there will be riots in the street! I will take you myself! Bend over! It will be fast and done! A woman I will make of you!

Anna saw the formidably large headed shaft, of the High Priest as he began to stroke it into an erection, finally moving his jaguar pelted apron to the side revealing very large balls. Anna was now determined that she would not take that within her body! He would cause serious damage. She was also sure that he was beyond fertile, and she wasn't going to have his children either she would die first.

As he advanced on her, she smiled. His smile quickly turned to shock and then a grimace of pain as she connected her kneecap to his groin, before she threw him against one of the stone walls. Seeing his body crumple she ran back up to the top of the pyramid. Anna then declared to the crowd at the base of the pyramid "The King is dead!" hearing the high priest clamber up the steps behind her Anna saw a brilliant white light form just to the east side of the platform.

"I will kill you girl!" said the beyond angry Priest, as he climbed the steps to attack her, she kicked him under the chin snapping his head backward as he fell down the narrow chamber. The people had seen her defend herself from the evil High Priest and took it as a sign that he was not as powerful as he claimed and the god who sent her had freed them from the evil of this high priest. Two of the elite "jaguar warriors" standing by, the dead king's bedchamber, had discovered the body of the dead monarch and looking to seize her, began to storm up the stone steps. Anna deciding that she preferred death to what they had planned for her had nothing to lose.

With a running leap Anna aimed for the bright light as she made a swimmers dive for it.

"Woof!" was the sound that came out of Anna as she landed hard face down on the heathered slope. Standing now as she looked around to the rolling hills with pockets of birch trees and rectangular thatched roofed houses. She thought Damn it! Where am I now?

Still naked. She carefully picked her way down to the nearest house. Hoping to find there were women's things on a clothes line. She was sorely disappointed to find just a couple of white sheets. Still slightly damp.

"Ahem! Young lady you seem to lack both attire and the decency to ask if you can borrow some." Said the woman Anna hadn't seen before. Now noticing she was sipping a cup of some steaming beverage. It smelled like some of the bitter one second sweet the next type of English tea her grandmother liked.

In the woman's hands was a newspaper. "I do so like, reading the London Times when I can get it out here." she now stood as she set her cup down on a large piece of upended log that was being used as a little side table.

"I take it you came from the stone circle? I hope you speak English, otherwise we shall have a frightful time trying to communicate with each other." She said in what Anna would call a northern English sounding accent.

"Yes I speak English." Said Anna as a stiff breeze now blew across her nipples chilling her. "I don't know what you mean by circle though."

"Oh! an American! Well! That's just marvelous!" the English woman said with a giggle in her voice. "You did come off of that hill over there, correct? I dare say that I doubt you arrived any other way without your clothes. The portal or gate whatever you would like to call it is almost famous for dropping people in to places without so much as a stitch of clothing on them. Come along though let's get you sorted before my lads come home." She stood now leaving the cup outside she opened the door a few inches.

"Good! Paul isn't back from the pub just as of yet., Oh! I misspoke he is passed out in his chair. Here take this and cover your body with it just in case he wakes you'll not be displaying all of your charms to his lecherous old eyes."

Anna saw the headlines as she took the newspaper from the woman it read The Sage is ready to cheer WMSTON June 1, 1960. At least it's the twentieth century thought Anna as she followed the woman into the cozy house.

She led Anna upstairs to her bedroom. Opening her wardrobe the English woman pulled out almost the same shirt as Anna had been wearing in Cahokia. "These ought to fit you." she stated with a broad grin as though sharing a juicy secret "You're roughly the same size I was, before the babies came. Sorry though I don't share my knickers with anyone. If we need to, we will go into town tomorrow. I hope it's not near that time for you." she now stated with a soft sort of motherly tone and smile.

"Thank you I don't know what to say. I don't even know your name and you're so kind to me!" Anna feeling the stress of all of the previous encounters leave her began to cry. Shocked that not only did they look like her favorite outfit, but they fit just as though they had been custom made for Anna.

"Oh luv shush! Said the older woman as she hugged Anna to herself." Where are my manners? My name is Elizabeth, but you can just call me Beth and what is yours dear? She said with a smile as she held Anna at arm's length. Then she said "Where are you from?

"My name is Anna and I'm from Collinsville, Illinois in the United States." Stated Anna as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"I'll wager it was a struggle to get here, to this time and place?" Beth questioned with a knowing look in her eyes. "I know that the rainbow people are not very nice if you're a woman and being found in a gate. Don't worry Anna I know a lot more than most folks do about certain things. Whatever you tell me won't leave my head or my mouth."

"Yes, I'm not sure what you mean by rainbow people. But you are the first person I have met that has been nice to me since I left my house for work at the factory." Stated Anna as her stomach growled its empty displeasure at being denied sustenance.

"Oh my! You must be famished when did you eat last?" Beth asked as she stepped down the narrow hallway stairs to the kitchen.

"It was the morning of Thursday the 23rd of May" replied Anna wondering if the day of the week mattered in this, whatever it was that was happening to her.

Okay so today is Saturday the fourth of June if time of days is consistent then you have gone almost two weeks without eating. But you never can tell. The rainbow people are very good at manipulating space and time. What year was it, when you left?

"It was 2024. Why? The puzzled look on Anna's face apparent now.

"Okay so., ahem, just so you know. This stays here in the house." Said Beth as she looked right and left as though she were about to cross a dangerous street on foot. "I'm not from this time either. I was on the hill tending sheep for my father and fell asleep near there on the 22nd day of May in the year of our Lord of 1663.

I awakened to a couple of rogues setting their minds to relieve me of my chastity and knowing that I could defend myself in the stone circle, I ran for that place. As I entered the full moon rose, I felt someone knock me over and when I stood up I was in a very different place. I was surrounded by reddish brown people on top of a grassy platform overlooking several other grassy platforms. They spoke a language I could not understand and just as I was about to be taken against my will, one of the rainbow people walked through the wall of the crude grass hut. Seconds later I was staring at a polished stainless steel sort of ceiling.

The walls were made of light. They opened my fanny a little, stared for the longest time, stuck something inside of me that hurt a bit and then it felt really good before I found myself in the far northern Scottish Highlands undergoing the same thing. I watched a battle between the Scots and the Vikings before I landed here twenty years ago. Right on top of a very naked and angry man who I think was trying to have a bit of a wank "she now said with a giggle

"Over and over, I was placed in positions where I had to fight or run from men trying to ruin me. Each time an evil man got close to taking me against my will, I would be pulled through another gate. Paul is not from this time either, but he was pulled through so many gates he doesn't remember when he started. He remembers that it was here in England but that's all he remembers." The language was a real challenge at first. Since I have been here, I have seen many drop out of the stone circle mostly naked women, but occasionally naked men as well. Most of the time if a man is naked the Rainbow people will walk through the gate and retrieve him. I think Paul was allowed to stay because he fathered my children. I talked to one of the rainbow people once and it said that I was no longer pure and that two lives can't travel through the gate at the same time without messing up the continuum." Beth had been a veritable whirl wind of domestic activity as she talked. Making pork chops, with homemade mashed potatoes and peas with a white pork gravy. Pulling fresh baked bread from the old fashioned wood cook stove and pouring more water into the very large tea pot before wrapping it in layers of towels.

"Paul, sweetheart we have a guest for tea. Come on grab your plate luv." She rubbed Paul's neck and shoulder, Paul who muttered something that Anna couldn't understand eventually stood. When Paul opened his eyes Anna knew she had seen this man before.

"Mr. Cotswold?" said a very stunned Anna as she viewed a man who couldn't be any less than forty.

"Aye Lass. And you've found me at a loss as to your name. Have we met? "said the smiling man. He couldn't have been the same man as she knew back in Collinsville, could he?

Just then two younger men burst through the door and the squall of a child from upstairs resulted in complete pandemonium. Anna would you lend me a hand please? Lads set the table. Anna is going to be having tea with us tonight so set an extra plate." Anna watched Beth ascend the stairs. Seeing the well-rounded and gracefully swinging hips moving in a rhythmic fashion Anna felt herself become aroused. "Am I turning gay?" she asked mentally as she felt herself moisten with each step.

Finding a squalling child in the master bedroom Beth strode quickly toward the sound. Reaching into the previously unseen bassinet in the corner of the room. Removing one said squalling infant. "Meet my youngest. James, this is Auntie Anna." Beth said as she removed her top. The incredibly pale globes topped with only slightly darker pink nipples dripped with milk.

"What do you need me to do?" Anna inquired as she watched mesmerized, as the child suckled greedily on Beth's nipple.

"First we need to decide what we are going to tell the family about your appearance, and secondly are you intact? These are important questions that we need to know about. If you are intact you have a good possibility of going home from the Harden Moor Stone Circle near Keighley, on the next full moon if not then it may be harder for you to accomplish it."

"Intact? What do you mean intact? Demanded a very confused Anna.

"Have you taken a man within your body? Are you a virgin? Is your maidenhead intact or has someone succeeded in plucking the purity from your body." Beth hissed embarrassed that Anna wouldn't understand simple terms.

"I'm not sure, but you can check if you would like" Anna now felt really embarrassed by this conversation.

"Okay, our story is that, You are the daughter of my American pen pal, and you are on Holiday. Yes?" Smiled Beth as she swapped the child from the wet nipple for the dry one on the other side

"Yes, Wait! What Holiday am I on now?" questioned Anna unfamiliar with some of the British terms. The question timed with the baby latching on made Beth smile.

"Which ever one you would like, my dear. When one is on Holiday, Americans are said to go on vacation. Though some of us here think that Americans are on permanent vacation. Having vacated their cranial cavities long ago!" Beth giggled, making Anna smile as well.

"Oh God! Jimmy! Easy lad. It's not going anywhere!" proclaimed Beth as Jimmy clamped down extra hard.

To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by ThreeFathomsDeep and  Atomica24, for Literotica.