The Storm Door Opens (open, read for details)

[ObsideanWarrior]

This is intended to be a little different from your average story. A woman takes her daughter camping in the Sierras...backpacking into the deep woods, not pulling an RV up to a space. It's a mother-daughter bonding trip.

The weather forecast was fair with scattered afternoon showers. But who can believe the weatherman anyway? For the showers turned out to be anything but scattered. An electrical storm unlike anything the women had ever seen rumbled in at astonishing speed, sending mother and daughter alike running for cover. Wind, lightning, hail, torrential rain...and more lightning.

At the end of it all, the skies cleared. It was almost sundown. But, as they will soon find out, the storm was more than a storm. It was a gateway to another world or universe. Did it bring something into our world...or move the hapless women to another?

Possibilities include, but are not limited to, the women being transported to a fantasy world with barbarians, orcs riding wargs, and other monsters, a demon entering our world, some sort of time travel (i.e., the women are now in the path of Zulu or Mongol raiders). Or anthropomorphic extraterrestrials. Basically anything. My only caveats are no vampires or machines. And if you do choose a sci-fi type invader, that's okay but just keep the space operatics turned down, thanks.

"Oh dammit to hell." Stacy flinched a bit at her mother's outburst of temper as another flash of lightning came from the storm cloud that was visibly moving toward them on this, their third day in the field. "Scattered showers my ass." The breeze, which had been stirring the trees around them and helping them cool off from the day's long hike, was now turning to the east and freshening into full-fledged wind.

"Oh Mom, I'm sure it will blow over," Stacy said to Monica. The wind was stirring the mother's blonde hair, and she shook her head. "Looks like that ledge over there is good." The daughter pointed to a place under a rock wall about a half-mile away.

"I hope we can get there in time." Another flash of lightning punctuated her words. A deep bass rumble of thunder followed uncomfortably close on its heels. The women trotted across the mountain meadow, 6200' up in the Sierras. It was a beautiful meadow--the grass was just beginning to yellow here and there. And the sky had been a deep, lovely shade of blue.

But the storm cloud had now overspread the sky. The shelter seemed to be getting closer all too slowly, and the storm all too quickly. Two more shots of lightning, brilliant and near.

In the end, it was a dead heat. The first fat, furious drops of rain fell about thirty seconds before the women reached the shelter, but the downpour did not unload until a few seconds after they trotted into the shallow cave. And it was a doozer. Sheets of rain, blasts of lightning, and a gusty wet wind, now a full gale. Visibility was down to about a hundred feet. Then eighty. Then an actinic flash so brilliant, thunder so overwhelming, it seemed to cleave the ladies' very souls. "Wow, this is better than the Fourth of July," Stacy said. Her mother, a little scared herself, put her arm around her daughter.

Almost on cue, the rain tapered off, and the wind diminished. It still gusted fitfully, but it was a proper wind, no longer a blustering gale. The mantle of rain lifted, and the women peered out over the meadow. Monica was the first to notice something was wrong...

And what is wrong is up to you, my writing partner(s) to determine. Multiple partners are welcome, but once the first partner has come and "set the milieu," please write within that.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

OOC.
Lucius Corolanus, Roman Cavalryman, of the Third Legion.
6 foot tall, dark hair and eyes, with a prominent Roman nose.
Lucius is known for his prowess in battle, and his success with the ladies, of Rome, and anywhere else that he wanders.

IC
"Never had there been a storm like this"
I thought to myself, wandering this foreign land. A land now alien to me.
Only Jupiter, the God of Gods would know where the third Legion was.
For two days now, wandering, living of fruit and leaves.
Searching for a sign, a broken branch, a trail, footprints, anything, but, not a trace, was I alone on this earth now?

The rain, heavy as it was, had been a much needed relief, for both myself and my horse. The heat had been oppressive, and I had perspired constantly, in this terrble land. The rain had cooled us, and sharpened my wits also, my need to find someone, somewhere, and soon.

Stopping, I tried to take stock of my surroundings, the heat was returning. Vapours of steam rising from the leaves, and undergrowth. It smelled fresh, but that was of no comfort, somehow I had to find a way out, or some person to direct me. Maybe even another lost legionaire.

I heard something, and placed my hand over the horses mouth and nose. I could hear voices, and close by too. Female I decided, from their high pitch and tenor.
Females held no fear for me, indeed, quite the opposite, had been my experience so far.

"Hello, who is there? This is Lucius Corolanus, of the Thrid Legion, I offer you my protection, for safe passage from this place. Hello. Call and I will approach, have no fear, I will not harm you. HELL-OOOO."

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

"What the fuck?" Monica turned to Stacy after whispering her surprised expletive. "Now that guy is a long way from home."

"Relax Mom. He's probably just from one of those historical societies. You know, SCA or Nova Roma or something like that." The fact that such people usually came in groups and rarely bothered to hike three days through wilderness to carry out their re-enactments was at the back of her mind, but remained unvoiced. He was indeed a long ways from home.

Maybe he had just gotten lost in the storm.

Stacy left the alcove. The smell of ozone was pungent and heavy in the storm-blasted air. The thundercloud drifted off to the southeast now. "Hello there," Stacy said. Monica belatedly followed at a trot.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I was right, it was women`s voices I had heard. I saw them, as I led my horse into the clearing.

The language they spoke was strange, but did have a certain familiarity about it. Words that I knew, then i realised. It was very much like the language of the Britons, where I had spent two years, until six months ago. Keeping away the barbarian hordes of the North, and patrolling the wall built by our great Emporer Hadrian.

I had been garrisoned at Eboracum (York) with my men, and had learned the language quite well. Letting the reins fall, I spoke to them, realising that by their strange clothing, they were probably runaway slaves. Definitely not of Roman high breeding anyway.

"Silence slaves, I am Lucius Carolanus, of the Third Roman Legion, and you are my captives, stand still."

The elder of the two women, mother and daughter it looked like, started to speak, but stopped when I drew my sword. Taking some rope from my pack, I tied the elder woman`s wrists, and attached her to my horse, followed by the younger one. They stood together, ten feet from my stallion, ready for a march.

"You wear strange garments for slaves, I have never seen the like previously." I said, walking over to the one I thought was the mother. and feeling the material covering her legs. She tried to pull away. I grabbed her hair, pulling her back.

"Do you not remember slave, you NEVER refuse a Roman, anything?"

Not waiting for a response, I slid my hand under her, between her legs, and found something very strange. Cloth, hiding her cunt.
Pulling the garment high, I ripped the cloth away, and then another shock, her cunt was bare, not a hair to be seen.
Leaving her, I moved to the younger one, she was the same, a naked hairless cunt. I could not believe it. I slipped my finger into the younger, and was pleased that at least she did have a cunt.

Stepping back, I climbed on my horse, before licking my finger, tasting the young slave. The sun was out now, which made me feel much better.

We will head South, and find my men. If you fall, you will be dragged, and if you are not silent. I will fuck you both, against a tree, and then give to my men, so that they can fuck you to death. The choice is yours. We go."

 

[cockslave]

monica stevens

OOC
monica 42years old
5'6 medium build
short blonde choppy hair



the trip was to be a binding between stacy and myself after my recent divorce from her father. after being caught in the storm , she knows how much they freak me out, i was wary of the strange man before us. not only was he dressed as a roman soldier but he spoke in that weird way of someone not from this time.
i was about to tell stacy to stay here and be quiet when she walked quickly down the hill to meet him. i struggled to keep up on the rough terrain stubling my way down the hill. when i caught up to her he appeared from the side and grabbed a rope from his horse , tying our wrists. i was shocked , especially when he started to go on about us being slaves of the roman empire and things. he made a grab at my crotch causing me to automatically pull away. he grabbed my hair so tight i knew he meant business, this was no re-enactment ,this guy was for real.
ripping my panties off and seeing my shaven pussy for the first time must have been a shock to him even more so when he did the same to sweet stacy to reveal the same - like mother like daughter. his face really was a picture. then he took that step to far by fingering my daughter, making a show of tasting her from his finger. i saw red.
"you bastard, get your filthy hands off her. i'll fucking kill you if you lay another finger on her. i swear i'll kill you"

this met with a resounding slap across the face that knocked me to the ground. he just got up on his horse and started on his journey with us stunbling behind. i whispered to stacy
"don't worry as soon as we can we will escape from this monster, but until then for both our sakes we had better co-operate."

 

[ManOSafety]

Thomas Newsome

Thomas was making his way through the mountains in the Indian Territory when the storm came upon him. The violent thunder reminded him of the cannonfire at Antietam and Bull Run, something he had never thought he'd encounter again after being with General Lee at Appomatox. He was thankful for the opportunity he'd been given to serve the reunited country and to be a scout in the Indian Territory. He'd heard about violent summer storms, but hadn't expected anything like this.

Creeping out of the cave he'd sought shelter in, he took a deep breath. Somehow things didn't smell quite the way that they should. He couldn't identify what was different, just knew that they were. Finding the sun in the sky, he starts to head back towards the north.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Stacy was still reeling from the shock of it all...the storm, the weirdness. Then this man who had practically finger-raped her. "He must be deranged," Stacy whispered to her mother. "Obsessed with ancient Rome or something." As she stumbled alongside her mother, the girl clung to that explanation...if only because the alternative was too much for her mind to handle. "But if he...he comes at me again, don't try and fight him. I don't want to see you get hurt. Okay?"

 

[cockslave]

monica stevens

"actually hun i think he really is a roman soldier, from the way he acts he's not familiar with anything here. look how surprised he was we had panties on and were shaven. those were unheard of in roman times. i think the storm opened a time tunnel and let him arrive here. he's as confused as we are but a whole lot more dangerous. so we behave for now. no upsetting him and maybe we can get away soon."

god i hoped so. what if the time portal let others through as well we could have cavemen and dinosaurs, pirates, cowboys even world wars going on around us in the mountains. the possiblities are frightening. it was then i noticed the shadow moving through the trees, watching . like a predator waiting to pounce.

 

[ManOSafety]

Thomas Newsome

Thomas stops when he sees movement through the trees on the other side of the valley. Watching, he tries to see if it's one of those large cats that he has encountered and tries to stay away from, maybe a deer that he could use for food, or perhaps a band of Indians.

He's surprised to see that it's a group of three people, one of them riding a horse. While watching, he notices that the two people not on a horse are wearing clothes at least a little like his, pants and long sleeved shirts, yet they seem different somehow. They also carry themselves like women he decides, though from this distance he can't be sure.

The man on the horse, however, that was a different story. His clothes did not look at all like anything he'd ever seen before.

Very strange he thought. Intrigued, he followed along from a distance, hoping to find out more about this stange group.

 

[cockslave]

monica stevens

we must have travelled about 7 miles now the sun was high in the sky. legs getting heavy. stacy was very quiet, resigned to the fact that we had to go along for now. i was too busy watching the figure in the trees that had been shadowing us for about the past hour. i could barely make out he was dressed like a native american, you know 1860's circa, buckskins. i guessed he had come through the pportal too , either that or he was one of the wild mountain men you hear still live up here, a true hermit.
i never noticed the branch of the bush sticking out of the ground, and fell heavily. i screamed. my ankle felt like it was twisted but the soldier never showed any signs of stopping. as long as we were moving i would never be able to get up.
"please sir you must stop so i can get to my feet. if you do i may still be able to travel. and i don't want to slow you down before you reach your men."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I heard the slve scream, and turned to look, even I knew that we would have to stop now. It was either that, or abandon her, and that was not going to happen.

I stopped the horse, and got down, walking to where she lay crying, along with the other slave.

"We can rest for a while, give you a chance to recover a little I suppose. I looked at the younger one, her daughter.

"You, collect some wood, and make a fire, while I take a piss."

I lifted my tunic, taking hold of my fat cock, and started to piss against the tree that cmy horse was tethered too. Then I saw movement, someone, or thing was out there. I immediately let go of my dick, and drew my sword, and called to the two women.


"Here slaves, behind me, NOW"

 

[ManOSafety]

Thomas

Well, I'll be damned. The man just drew a sword, and not a calvary saber like the officers carried, this is shorter and broader bladed than I have seen before. And, did he just call those others slaves? I thought that damned ape Lincoln had freed the slaves before the hero Booth shot him.

He knows I'm here and he looks like he knows how to use that sword, I wonder if I should back off, try to follow from further away or go ahead and make myself known. I've got a bad feeling about this, nothing really seems quite right, ever since that storm.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I saw the movement again, and then the man, only one man, this was good. I was afraid of no one man on his own, having fought the Gauls, the Celts, and all the other assorted barbarians that pollute our Empire.

I decided on diplomacy, rather than confrontation, especially with the two slaves in tow.

"I see you, come forth, show yourself, and no harm shall become you. What is your business with Rome?"

 

[ManOSafety]

Thomas

Business with Rome? What is he talking about? This is getting stranger and stranger.

I stand in the open, my carbine in my hands, ready if needed. I don't think this man knows what it is, which could be to my advantage.

"I don't have any business with Rome buddy. In fact, I'm trying to figure out why you think I might, this here's Indian Territory."

 

[cockslave]

monica stevens

Seeing the stranger exit the woods I think this might be our chance to escape. I go to take the few steps towards stacy and fall. Damn this ankle to hell. Why did it have to happen now. This could be our only chance and I blew it. I told stacy to stay low just in case the cowboy started shooting. my dad had been keen on the 'wild west' and had old guns in the house(firing pins removed of course for safety). I recognised the carbine in the mans hands and knew he could shoot any of us from this distance. I just wanted to reduce the chance of it being us. But what if the roman kills him - he may be our link to safe passage. I have to try something to stop them killing each other.

"Sir , if I may be so bold as to suggest you let me speak with this man, to find out what his business here is. You will have a hold of my rope so I will be unable to escape. I fear for all our safety if I do not. I know you must be a great warrior to be ranked so high in the magnificent Roman army. I just do not see the reason for you risking your safety for the lives of two slaves"

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Sir , if I may be so bold as to suggest you let me speak with this man, to find out what his business here is. You will have a hold of my rope so I will be unable to escape. I fear for all our safety if I do not. I know you must be a great warrior to be ranked so high in the magnificent Roman army. I just do not see the reason for you risking your safety for the lives of two slaves"

I scowled at the insolent slave, but she had a point. I looked the man over, he too wore strange clothes, and a silly soft hat also. That would be a lot of use in battle I thought to myself. He carried a stick, wood and some kind of metal. It was certainly not a sword, nor a spear, and if it was a club, he had no idea how to hold it. I looked at him, and spoke softly, trying not too sound too threatening.

"Welcome, I am Lucius Corolanus, of the Third Legion. I found these two runaway slaves earlier, whom I have claimed for my own use. We are trying to locate the Third Legion, on its way back to Rome. I know not of this land of which you speak, only that we are in the Empire of our wonderful Emporer Caligula. Ifdyou assist me, you will be well rewarded. Indeed, you can have the younger slave, I prefer older ones myself, they know more tricks. But the younger one does have a tasty cunt, take a look."

I lifted her clothing, showing him her baldness.

"A bald cunt as well, so my friend, you help me, and I reward you, if you like, we can both fuck each of them. What do you say?"

 

[ManOSafety]

Thomas

I furrow my brown as I try to make sense of the stranger's words. He's talking about slaves and Rome and some Emperor guy, and up closer his clothes are even stranger that I had thought. But, when he lifted the ripped pants on that younger girl showing a bald cunny, well, that speaks of a lot of fun as well.

Is this some type of trick?

"How do you suggest I help you there Buddy? I've been in these woods for a couple of weeks now and I ain't seen no army. But that girl you've got there does seem like she'd be a bit of fun."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"How do you suggest I help you there Buddy? I've been in these woods for a couple of weeks now and I ain't seen no army. But that girl you've got there does seem like she'd be a bit of fun."

He too spoke the language of the Britons, but with a strange nasal inflection. I was so confused now, what was happening?
Had I offended the great God Jupiter, and He had sent the storm, to kill me, and cast me out to a land of demons? But I was not dead, I could see, feel, I had even felt the slaves cunt, and taken a piss. I decided to keep my thoughts to myself for now, and answered this strange man.

"You like the slave I see."

I said, smiling trying to keep him calm, and I walked across to my horse, unfastening the rope that held her.
Then, grabbing her by the hair, I bent her over, lifting her clothes up over her ass.

"Thats it slave, show your new Master his cunt. She is yours, a gift from me, please, step forward, fuck her if you like, and I am sure she is trained to take it in the ass too my friend."

 

[ManOSafety]

Deciding that this is too good of an opportunity to pass up and trusting his gut that this man doesn't mean him any harm, Thomas steps up to the little blonde, admiring her firm ass and amazed at her bald cunny. Licking his lips with anticipation, he sets his carbine down and opens his pants, pulling out his hardening cock.

Rubbing it along the length of her bare cunt, he shoves it inside of her in one hard thrust. Moving in and out, he starts to fuck the girl, working all 8" of his thick cock into her, fucking her harder and faster, his balls hitting against her bare pussy, his hands on her hips pulling her back against him as he fucks.

For the moment, thoughts of the other woman and the strange man leave him, he is so caught up in the moment and this hot cunt.

 

[cockslave]

monica stevens

"Get away from her you bastard. Leave my daughter alone"
I try and get to Stacy but that damned ankle gives way when the roman pulls on my rope. The tears start to roll down my face when I hear her cry out as this strange man penetrates her. He was being so rough with her , virtually raping her. I was powerless to help her. Failing as a mother.

"Stacy!" I cry despairingly. Resigned to the fact that everything has changed now - now it was a case of staying alive and trying to maintain some level of sanity. Survival!

That was when I became aware of the roman striding towards me. I was to receive the same treatment. The difference being I was older and had been used to rough treatment by stacy's dad in the bedroom. She has only had one or two boyfriends and I didn't know if she had ever slept with any of them. I just hope this vacation doesn't leave her scarred for life.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I walked towards the elder slave, now crying like a baby, as the man fucked the younger one. I was a little confused as to why someone getting a big dick would make her cry, then it dawned on me, they were mother and daughter.

It was nothing new in Rome, for a man to fuck slaves that were mother and daughter, indeed, in some homes it was expected. I had been offered this a guest before today, and even two sisters one time.

She cowered from me, probably thinking she was about to get fucked also.

"She is your daughter, and yet you cry as she gets a good fuck, with a big dick. What strange people you slaves are. I wonder if she too will cry, if I fuck you later?"

I turned away, watching the newcomer pound his cock into the fresh young cunt, and wondered, had I made the right choice of gift to him?

 

[cockslave]

monica stevens

That's it! I can't watch this anymore, I have to do something even if it means a beating for me. I slowly rise to my feet as he watches my precious daughter being raped, laughing bout it. Your gonna pay for this mister, in a very big way.

I pick up a rock that is nearby and half run ,half jump the three steps between us. Bringing the rock down hard against his skull. He falls to the ground unconscious and I limp as quietly as I can towards Stacy and the stranger picking up his discarded rifle. Pumping a shell into the breach I point it at him.

"Right you fucking bastard step away from my daughter now before I fill you full of holes. I mean it creep if you don't get that thing away from her I'll shoot it off."

He backs off his dick shrivelling quickly. I motion for Stacy to come over towards me. As she walks this way I see her eyes widen and before I can do anything I feel a thud to my head before things go blank.................

When I come to I'm hogtied hand and foot. So is Stacy the marks from her tears still visible in the dust on her face.

"Are you okay baby?" i ask