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The Warlord Out Of Time, Part 2: Gault Vacations In The Early 21st Century
A Tickling Scifi Novel by Mastertank1
One of the truly great things about being the only possessor of time travel technology, Matthew Gault reflected, was very literally having all the time in the world. The political/military/economic situation in and around his private domain in early 20th century Shanghai had been in a state of permanent crisis for years now. That was just how Gault liked it.
The stresses on any leader were immense, to the point of destroying health. BUT, Gault had certain advantages when it came to coping with stress.
First, he carried an onboard nanodoctor, resident in his bloodstream. This device instantly repaired all damage of any kind as it occurred. Even aging.
Second, the entire region in and around his domain was saturated with sub-micro-tech surveillance devices. With monitoring conducted by the artificial intelligences resident in the banks of super computers that the nanofactory he had stolen from the future, he knew every move his opponents were planning while they were still planning it.
Third, while none of the leaders of the other factions and entities contending for power and control dared be unavailable to react for even a minute, Gault could take a vacation back in an earlier era of his original timeline for as long as he needed or wanted to. When he was good and ready, he could return to his domain less than one microsecond after he had departed on his recreational trip. That interval was so brief that even if an unenhanced human were directly looking at him when he left, the optic nerves they had were not fast enough even to recognize a flicker on the subliminal level. Best of all, if the situation called for it, he could return at a location other than the one he had departed from.
The consequences of these advantages became more significant as time went on. Gault’s rivals dealt with steadily accumulating stress damage, exacerbated by uncertainty about his and each other’s plans, with no way to get any relief to heal and recuperate.
As the stress damage grew steadily worse, the abilities of those rivals became unreliable. Their thought processes grew slower and less accurate. They became impatient and sloppy. They made mistakes with increasing frequency, and of increasing severity.
Gault, on the other hand, was now about to wind up a one year vacation and return to his kingdom. He had spent the entire time in the United States of (north) America. Gault was a Jazz lover. He had wandered across the country sampling live performances by jazz and blues singers on night clubs wherever he went.
Gault had acquired a plenitude of contemporary local currency by bringing genuine antique coins with him and selling them off at his starting point in New York City. He was finishing up in southern California.
Gault was relaxing in a well designed, comfortable armchair in a nitery called the Navy Club on the outskirts of San Diego. The city held major bases of the contemporary water Navy and Marine Corps of the USA.
The place was decorated to resemble a British upper class gentlemen’s club of the Victorian era. There was an elegant little side table to the right of the chair.
This table held three equally elegant objects.
The first was a lovely, platinum rimmed crystal snifter carrying a double shot of Hennesey Ancien Regime, a 250 year old Cognac that sold for $250 per shot. The second was beautiful dark green jade ashtray. The third was a silver and black onyx mini humidor. It held spaces for three El Caudillo Canone pre-Castro Cuban cigars. The extreme rarity of these priced them at $100 each.
One remained untouched in the humidor. The silver/gray ashes of a second lay in the ashtray. The third, which Gault had just lit, was held in his massive and powerful hand, the neatly pattern punctured tip between his sensual lips as he slowly drew a puff of fragrant, tasty smoke. They were quite large, at ten inches long with a 54 ring. They smoked cool and sweet, and each would last for about half an hour.
The evening’s featured singer, said by critics to have a voice like an angel, was about to begin. Life was good.
Her name was Jami Russell. When she walked out from the dressing area in the back, Gault was at once riveted by her appearance. This was not one of those emaciated waifs who were so fashionable in this time and place! No, this was a real woman, with all of a woman’s lush curves.
By current fashion, she probably thought she needed to lose about 130 of her 235 pounds. Gault disagreed. He felt that she would be even lovelier if she dropped 65 pounds, but to his eyes she was fine as she was.
She stood 5’5” in high heeled slippers and her face was stunning, with the sweet half smile she wore. Her shoulder length hair naturally graded from a rich, dark blonde at the roots through a dozen progressively lighter tones of blonde to a gleaming platinum at the tips. It was worn in a single wave, turning out at the bottom.
Her eyes were arresting; they were a mix of grey-green-blue flecked with brown, and the round pupils symetrically sprouted six tapered rays. They resembled an extremely rare gem called a star moonstone.
She had ample breasts and a curvy, feminine figure. A week with a properly programmed nanodoc would turn her into a walking dream.
She performed several of Gault’s favorites. Stormy Monday was the opener, followed by My Man, A Foggy Day In London Town, The Power Of Love, and many other wonderful standards. She was even better than the critics said she was.
Gault visited the men’s room. On the way back to his table, he placed a $100 bill in her tip cup, wrapped around a note asking her to join him for a drink between sets.
When she did, she offered to return the money, thinking he had made a mistake. He simply smiled and said it was no mistake. Then he signaled the waiter and ordered her a warm tisane. That was a mildly mint flavored tea of throat soothing herbs with no caffeine, with a water chaser to cool it. They talked through her break until she had to go get ready for her second set of the evening. He was exerting all his formidable powers of charm to interest her, and succeeded very well.
She rejoined him for her second break, and just before she left to prepare for her third and final set of the evening, he asked if he could drive her home. She was so enthralled that she actually considered it for a moment before her innate caution and sense made her say no. He said he would wait around after her last set to say goodnight.
During Jami’s last set, Gault ordered his nanodoc to create a small preprogrammed clone of itself. When she finished her third set and then re-emerged from the dressing room with her coat, Gault held it for her while she slipped it on. His right hand, laden with the invisible nanodoc clone, ‘accidentally’ brushed the nape of her neck. The nanodoc transferred.
Gault walked Jami out to the parking lot. She took out her cell phone to call a taxi, but before she could call they were accosted by a group of rowdies emerging from the punk rock club on the opposite side of the parking lot.
Gault’s face twisted in annoyance at their crude comments and threatening demands for their cash. He murmured to Jami; “I’ll deal with this garbage.”
Deciding that the rows of needle sharp studs on their gloves, wristbands and forearm bracers were enough of a threat to take seriously, Gault twisted the brass knob head of his elegant polished ironwood walking stick. Then he drew forth the even more elegant, razor edged 32” steel blade that had been concealed within.
The switchblades the punkers produced did them as much good as so many toothpicks. Gault dismembered them with a lightning fast flurry of well aimed slices. Then he wiped the blade clean on a handkerchief, which he discarded before returning the blade to its walking stick scabbard.
By this time, the nanodoctor clone had made its way to Jami’s brainstem and induced a state of obedience to Gault’s wishes. Telling her to put her phone away without making a call, he saw that she had pressed 911. That meant he had to hurry. He wasn’t quite sure if this area had introduced the cellphone tracker system on it’s 911 service yet at this date. They might be on the way, even though Jami had not spoken to the operator.
Guiding Jami to his pristine classic Bentley limousine, Gault handed her into the spacious back seat. He closed her door, walked around the car and got in on the other side. He told the human looking android chauffeur to drive. As the car approached the parking lot exit, the driver asked; “Where to, sir?”
“The desert transfer point. Activate the detectors. When we are under no observation of any kind, let me know.”
Gault opened a sliding door in the back of the partition between the passenger’s and driver’s compartments. Within was a control panel. Gault set the time machine dials to return the vehicle to the garage in his palace in Shanghai, to a tiny fraction of a second after it had left for California one year ago, as he perceived time.
The car transported, the engine was turned off. They were home. As they were about to exit the vehicle, Jami began worriedly looking around. She asked; “Where’s Audrey? Audrey! Come here girl!”
Instructing the driver and resetting the time machine dials, he said; “I didn’t know about Audrey. We’re going to get her right now.”
From the way Jami had been looking, Gault had figured out that Audrey must be a small dog or a cat. The car materialized in the backyard of Jami’s home. Knowing from the conversations between her sets that Jami lived with her parents, Gault dispatched microbots to locate them. The small ‘bots generated harmless soporific fields that made the elders doze peacefully.
Gault accompanied Jami inside and bade her call Audrey. They found Audrey in Jami’s room and Jami gathered Audrey up in her arms. Acting with Jami’s advice, Gault gathered up many of Audrey’s favorite toys, her bed, and her food and water dishes. They returned to the car, and the car took them back to the garage of Gault’s immense palace in 1920s Shanghai.
Awakening the next morning, Jami was in the harem quarters of Gault’s palace. She realized, with a jar, that she had calmly cooperated in her own kidnapping! She heard a familiar sound at an unfamiliar loudness. She remembered that this sound was what had awakened her.
Looking over the edge of the bed, Jami saw her aged little dog Audrey ferociously devouring what looked like a small mountain of food, piled high in and overflowing her dish. This was very uncharacteristic of Audrey’s behavior in recent years.
Jami was alarmed to note that the food looked and smelled much richer than Audrey was accustomed to. She then noticed a note taped to the wall above Audrey's dish. Jami said good morning to Audrey, who paused in her ingesting to reply with a bright, cheerful series of yips before resuming her efforts. Jami thought Audrey was acting the way she had when far younger.
Jami pulled the note from the wall and read it. It told her that Gault’s house veterinarians had created a canine resident nanodoctor especially for Audrey. It would rapidly heal and/or cure anything that might be wrong with her, including old age. That last stunned Jami. Looking at Audrey more closely, it became clear that her small canine best friend was indeed actually younger!
Audrey twisted around to lick Jami’s face and then whined to be put down. As soon as Jami complied, Audrey once again attacked the now severely diminished pile of food in her bowl.
The note went on to explain that the nanodoctor used up a lot of energy. It stated that as a consequence Audrey would eat like a whole herd of pigs for the next day or two.
Jami had found a jug of cool fruit juice and a platter of fresh fruit near the window. She had absently munched and sipped while reading. Exploring the room, she found closets and drawers filled with exquisitely lovely clothing, all of which seemed too small. She didn’t bother to try any on. There was also a large, fully equipped bathroom.
Jami found that the door to the hallway swung wide at a touch, revealing an elegantly appointed corridor leading to a lounge. Looking past several open doorways at the lounge, Jami was noticed by a woman she thought was incredibly beautiful, who beckoned her to come there. The first was joined by several more who stood together in the lounge. All were stunningly lovely, and all were beckoning.
Jami looked around in wonder as she walked down the corridor, absently noting that she felt remarkably light footed. Lovely surroundings, lovely women, Jami felt that she didn’t belong here. As the others all introduced themselves, each one different but each beautiful in her own unique way. Jami replied to the self-introductions by introducing herself. Then she asked; “So, did Gault bring me here to be a servant for all of you?”
There was a flurry of protesting, negative replies. The gist was that they had plenty of servants, and if she were to become one she would not have awakened in a bedroom on this corridor. This was the quarters of the Warlord’s harem. She was to be one of his slave concubines. Either in her turn or as the spirit moved him, Gault would choose her to share his evening and then his bed. He would be her lover.
Jami snorted in disbelief. She said; “Yeah. Right. Now pull the other one. He can have anyone, Why the hell would he want me?”
Shocked, an exquisite little Chinese doll named Ruby replied; “Why wouldn’t he want you? He appreciates female beauty in all its many variations!”
“That doesn’t include me. I’m a fat, ugly sow! I’m repulsive! Hideous! No man could ever really want me! A man like Gault who can have girls like you least of all!”
A Japanese beauty named Myoko gently asked; “Didn’t the Warlord tell you about the nanodoctors? Don’t you feel different?”
“He left me a note about the nanodoc he put in my dog, Audrey. You mean I’ve got one too?”
A towering, amazonion blonde lovely named Liel responded; “We all do. So does he. So does every person who works for him and every animal he or they own. It’s one reason there is so little resistance when he expands his borders. Everyone knows by now.”
Ruby added; “If you belong to the Warlord, you never get sick anymore, nor does your family, nor do your animals. Your crops grow bigger, faster, tastier and more nutritious. The crops never get sick and pests never eat them.”
Myoko added; “The other warlords and politicians are the only ones who oppose him any more. Not even the communists can depend on their own rank and file to fight him. The common people, the peasants above all, each pray that he will expand to their home next!”
Jami steered the conversation back to the original topic; “Okay, so the nanodocs are the greatest thing since fire. So how does that alter the fact that I’m fat and repulsive?”
Ruby said; “But you’re far from repulsive! I don’t believe you ever were. If you weren’t desirable, the Warlord would never have gone to the trouble of taking you, silly! He has you here to serve his lust. It’s certainly not out of pity; he has no time for pity.”
Liel added; “You may have been severely fat once, but now you’re only sexily plump. I see why Gault picked you. You’re pretty in a different way from any of the rest of us. C’mere; look in this mirror and wipe that skeptical sneer off your face, girl!”
Liel pulled Jami over in front of a full length triple mirror.; “Here! Look at yourself before you say another word.”
Jami caught sight of herself in the mirror and she gasped in total disbelief. In however long she had slept, her weight had diminished from 235 pounds to no more than 150. No wonder she had felt so light footed! Lifting her nightgown to look at her torso, she realized that there were no ugly folds of loose skin where the fat had emptied away. Her body had reabsorbed it. She couldn’t deny it. She actually looked pretty good. Damn.
Seeing the change, knowing it intellectually was one thing. Absorbing the change, internalizing it, actually feeling different about herself, that would be something else. That would take a long time, to recover from long years of verbal and emotional abuse. The other women of Gault’s harem had seen this before, and knew what was needed. So did Gault.
They did not tell Jami she was beautiful and sexy. If the topic came up in conversation, Gault and the women never made a point of Jami’s new attractiveness, or went out of the way to mention it. They just acted and spoke in ways that made it clear. Every woman there was a beauty. Jami was one of them. No different from any of the others. No more than they, but certainly no less. Slowly, as the days passed, it began to penetrate.
It had been explained to Jami that she would not be taken for sex until her body had fully adjusted to her new nanodoc. She had been introduced to the harem’s personal trainer, and had begun to work out.
Jami was now in the best shape of her adult life. Not thin, in fact now at 155 weighing 20 pounds more than she thought she should. But the weight was firm, not flabby, and gave her lush, sexy curves in all the right places. Truly, the number of men through the history of the human race who would have preferred Jami’s current full bodied sexiness vastly exceeded the number who would have been more attracted to the starving waif appearance of a Twiggy or the emaciated junkie look of a Kate Moss.
Gault had been overseeing the next phase in plans. He had been absorbing vast tracts of the Chinese countryside into his domains. Within his borders, everyone was stronger and healthier, better fed and better educated. He was building a mighty industrial infrastructure, and people fit to exploit it. He was preparing for war.
He knew that The Empire Of Japan would invade China in 1933 after years of provocative violations of Chinese sovereignty. By that time Gault’s enclave would be ready. The Japanese armies would wash around it like buckets of water thrown at a boulder. Then, in the turmoil and confusion after Japan surrendered to the USA in 1945, Gault would push his borders rapidly out in all directions.
The long civil war between the Communists led by Mao Tse Tung and the Nationalists commanded by Chiang Kai Shek would become almost irrelevant. The entire northern half of China, with well over half of the people, industry, and resources, would fall within Gault’s expanded enclave.
With Gault’s nanites everywhere, the land would produce more than enough food for his population. Also, the nanites would control the rate at which that population increased, and would ensure that every child born was healthy. There would be no way for either the Nationalists with their American allies or the Communists with their Soviet allies to conquer the enclave and add it to their territory.
That way, whichever of them controlled south China, it would be no more than an agricultural hinterland. Plagued by runaway population growth and inadequate food supply, it would never become a major world power. The Enclave, on the other hand, would swiftly grow into a superpower able to balance the enmity between the Communist and Capitalist blocs.
Working out to occupy his body while his mind planned, Gault was just finishing up a set on the leg press machine when he looked up and caught sight of Jami on the treadmill. His jaw dropped. His mouth watered. All thoughts of anything other than lust vanished like smoke in a high wind.
Gault paused to check with the house computer to see if enough time had passed for Jami’s adjustment to her nanodoc to stabilize. The answer was yes. Gleefully, Gault moved in on Jami.
Walking up behind Jami as she intently concentrated on her running, Gault seized her by the hips. He Lifted her into the air with a toss that spun her 180 degrees and caught her by the waist in a grip that tickled. He stepped back away from the treadmill and set her down, deliberately tickling her waist and ribs as her feet touched the floor.
Jami was squirming and laughing as Gault tickled her. She tried to push him away but he was far too strong. He grasped her wrists and brought them together behind her back, pressing her body up firmly against his and kissing her mouth. Taken by surprise, Jami’s body responded to all the sexy stimulation before her mind could intervene with reminders of her ‘ugliness’ and ‘unworthiness’.
Gault held both of Jami’s wrists in one huge paw while he tickled her butt with the other, slipping it inside her sweatpants and panties to tease the bare skin. She was laughing hysterically while being deeply kissed, and the turn on was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Jami could feel Gault’s arousal where he pressed against her. A part of the back of her mind was amazed. “How could any man find HER exciting and arousing? He must be a pervert of some kind!”
Another part of Jami’s mind replied; “So he’s a pervert! So what? Hooray for perversion! Now shut up and GO AWAY!!! I’m busy!”
Gault gently but firmly lifted Jami’s arms overhead and stripped off her sweat halter and sports bra, freeing her large breasts. He bent his head to nibble her engorged nipples while tickling her underarms with one hand and holding her wrists aloft with the other.
After a few minutes of this treatment Jami was breathless for more than one reason. Gault pinned her arms to her sides with his left arm and tickled her ribs with that hand. His right hand was peeling her sweatpants and panties down and off.
Jami dimly noticed that the other harem ladies, with smirks on their faces, were clearing the room. Ruby, the last to leave, stopped by to drape four long, padded leather straps over the handrails of the treadmill Jami had been using a few minutes ago.
Gault made use of the straps at once. He lifted Jami and draped her legs over the hand rails of the now stationary treadmill with hers knees spread widely, one over each. He then pulled her arms overhead, with the elbows bent over the padded bars. He used two of the straps to secure her arms, winding them around her wrists, up her forearms and around her upper arms but not tying any knots.
Next Gault untied Jami’s running shoes, loosened the laces, and pulled them off, followed by her sweat socks. Bending her legs at the knees into a position she could not have reached a few weeks ago but which was now quite comfortable, he placed her ankles alongside her hips. He then used the other two straps to wrap her calves from the ankles to just below the knees, again tying no knots, only wrapping.
Seeing that Jami had almost gotten enough breath back to speak, Gault began tickling her hips and she burst out laughing again. He ticklishly explored the backs and insides of her thighs, keeping her laughing and writhing in tormented delight all the time. And he took his time.
Gault was enjoying Jami’s helpless, ticklish responses. He could tell she was enjoying them too, and that only made it better. He stepped in closer and tickled her hips, waist and groin. He could tell he was making her desperately hot. Her labia were protruding and practically throbbing.
Grinning, Gault lowered his head to Jami’s wetness and started to kiss, nibble and lick. At the same time his fingertips tickled her belly, her ribs and her sides. His attention was totally absorbed in Jami’s delightful reactions. He was closely observing and making mental notes.
When he could tell that she was close to orgasm, his fingers slid up to Jami’s armpits. Gault felt deep satisfaction when she came while helplessly laughing due to the gentle teasing of his fingertips under her arms.
Gault continued to tickle Jami’s armpits. He stepped up the intensity by changing techniques until he was spiderdancing his fingers in the sensitive hollows. Just about then the hormones released by a woman’s body after climaxing flooded in and supercharged her tactile responsiveness. Gault then resumed his nibbling, and Jami, now screaming with laughter, soon came a second time.
Gault switched his tickling to Jami’s breasts, driving her wild with both lust and ticklishness. He was grinning ferociously when she came for the third time. He teased her to the brink of a fourth climax, but eased off in time to stop it from happening. Then he did it again. Then a third time. He stepped back, and tapped Jami’s softly rounded belly to get her attention. She focused, still gasping for breath.
Gault asked; “Jami, dear; would you like me to fuck you?”
Jami eagerly nodded her head yes. She was SO turned on! Gault smiled and rapidly stripped. As more of his massively muscled body became visible, she felt her arousal, unbelievably, increasing still more. His masculinity became visible, and excited her still more.
Gault stepped up onto the treadmill, which Liel had thoughtfully unplugged as she left the gym, and entered Jami, grasping her by the buttocks to slowly and firmly thrust home. She moaned with pleasure. Then he was tickling the creases where her thighs and buttocks met. Jami SHRIEKED with laughter, and came explosively.
As Gault’s hands continued to tickle her creases, Jami’s lushly feminine hips bucked and twisted in unbearable ticklish delight as she came two more times in an amazingly short interval. He leaned forward to kiss her nipples one by one and then her wide open mouth.
Straightening back up, Gault smiled fondly down at Jami, thinking; “God, she looks beautiful, laughing like this!”
The way she was bound, Jami’s soles were facing upward. Grinning like the cat about to consume the canary, Gault began tickling those soft, tender feet, thinking; “My turn!”
The sounds of sweet laughter that were drawn from Jami by the foot tickling were intoxicating to Gault. He exerted his formidable will power to hold out. He wanted to prolong his enjoyment as far as possible.
Gault could feel Jami cum as he toyed with her soles, and then started to play with her toes. It was getting more and more difficult for him to hold back. He wanted to draw out this wonderful sensation as much as possible.
The fingertips playing with her toes were driving Jami wild. Her laughter was so out of control, so helpless. She felt so defenseless, so loving, and so submissive. She came yet again, and Gault changed directly to letting his fingertips wickedly dance in the depths of her arches.
Jami’s laughter increased to an ultimate level. Her body was rhythmically undulating, and Gault was matching her thrusts. He stopped holding back, and Jami felt his powerful release, his explosive expulsion of breath, his pumping into her, and that triggered her into the best orgasm yet.
Gault stood there, slowly withdrawing. He gently but firmly caressed Jami and soothed away the tingling sensations left behind by a severe tickling. He unbound her limbs, and dried them both down with a clean towel Myoko had put nearby on her way out.
Gault carried Jami into the shower room and they soaped, rinsed and dried each other. They then went to lunch together, and Gault kissed her as he went to his office for the afternoon’s decision making.
Sitting alone in her room, Jami was deeply conflicted. He sure as hell ACTED like a man who found her attractive. Hell, he acted like she really turned him on.
But how could that be? Jami knew she was ugly and fat. Knew it. Way deep down in her bones knew it. How could he possibly have gotten that turned on by her? It didn’t make sense. It just wasn’t logical! The evidence of the experience she had just had was in total conflict with the way she felt about herself.
Jami had just about convinced herself that it had been a mercy fuck, never to be repeated, when a servant knocked on her door and handed her a note from Gault. It told her that this evening she must be dressed for an evening out. He was taking her out to dinner and a show in the nightclub district of Shanghai.
Gault intended to be seen with Jami and make all his rivals even more jealous than they already were. Men consumed with envy make mistakes, he had written. Then, he would take her back to the palace and enjoy her in his dungeon playroom.
The part of her that insisted she was ugly was stunned. It would take a long time, perhaps years, before she fully believed. But, as the rest of her happily went about preparing for the unaccustomed role of a proudly displayed trophy, her heart sang inside. A start had been made.
The End
A Tickling Scifi Novel by Mastertank1
One of the truly great things about being the only possessor of time travel technology, Matthew Gault reflected, was very literally having all the time in the world. The political/military/economic situation in and around his private domain in early 20th century Shanghai had been in a state of permanent crisis for years now. That was just how Gault liked it.
The stresses on any leader were immense, to the point of destroying health. BUT, Gault had certain advantages when it came to coping with stress.
First, he carried an onboard nanodoctor, resident in his bloodstream. This device instantly repaired all damage of any kind as it occurred. Even aging.
Second, the entire region in and around his domain was saturated with sub-micro-tech surveillance devices. With monitoring conducted by the artificial intelligences resident in the banks of super computers that the nanofactory he had stolen from the future, he knew every move his opponents were planning while they were still planning it.
Third, while none of the leaders of the other factions and entities contending for power and control dared be unavailable to react for even a minute, Gault could take a vacation back in an earlier era of his original timeline for as long as he needed or wanted to. When he was good and ready, he could return to his domain less than one microsecond after he had departed on his recreational trip. That interval was so brief that even if an unenhanced human were directly looking at him when he left, the optic nerves they had were not fast enough even to recognize a flicker on the subliminal level. Best of all, if the situation called for it, he could return at a location other than the one he had departed from.
The consequences of these advantages became more significant as time went on. Gault’s rivals dealt with steadily accumulating stress damage, exacerbated by uncertainty about his and each other’s plans, with no way to get any relief to heal and recuperate.
As the stress damage grew steadily worse, the abilities of those rivals became unreliable. Their thought processes grew slower and less accurate. They became impatient and sloppy. They made mistakes with increasing frequency, and of increasing severity.
Gault, on the other hand, was now about to wind up a one year vacation and return to his kingdom. He had spent the entire time in the United States of (north) America. Gault was a Jazz lover. He had wandered across the country sampling live performances by jazz and blues singers on night clubs wherever he went.
Gault had acquired a plenitude of contemporary local currency by bringing genuine antique coins with him and selling them off at his starting point in New York City. He was finishing up in southern California.
Gault was relaxing in a well designed, comfortable armchair in a nitery called the Navy Club on the outskirts of San Diego. The city held major bases of the contemporary water Navy and Marine Corps of the USA.
The place was decorated to resemble a British upper class gentlemen’s club of the Victorian era. There was an elegant little side table to the right of the chair.
This table held three equally elegant objects.
The first was a lovely, platinum rimmed crystal snifter carrying a double shot of Hennesey Ancien Regime, a 250 year old Cognac that sold for $250 per shot. The second was beautiful dark green jade ashtray. The third was a silver and black onyx mini humidor. It held spaces for three El Caudillo Canone pre-Castro Cuban cigars. The extreme rarity of these priced them at $100 each.
One remained untouched in the humidor. The silver/gray ashes of a second lay in the ashtray. The third, which Gault had just lit, was held in his massive and powerful hand, the neatly pattern punctured tip between his sensual lips as he slowly drew a puff of fragrant, tasty smoke. They were quite large, at ten inches long with a 54 ring. They smoked cool and sweet, and each would last for about half an hour.
The evening’s featured singer, said by critics to have a voice like an angel, was about to begin. Life was good.
Her name was Jami Russell. When she walked out from the dressing area in the back, Gault was at once riveted by her appearance. This was not one of those emaciated waifs who were so fashionable in this time and place! No, this was a real woman, with all of a woman’s lush curves.
By current fashion, she probably thought she needed to lose about 130 of her 235 pounds. Gault disagreed. He felt that she would be even lovelier if she dropped 65 pounds, but to his eyes she was fine as she was.
She stood 5’5” in high heeled slippers and her face was stunning, with the sweet half smile she wore. Her shoulder length hair naturally graded from a rich, dark blonde at the roots through a dozen progressively lighter tones of blonde to a gleaming platinum at the tips. It was worn in a single wave, turning out at the bottom.
Her eyes were arresting; they were a mix of grey-green-blue flecked with brown, and the round pupils symetrically sprouted six tapered rays. They resembled an extremely rare gem called a star moonstone.
She had ample breasts and a curvy, feminine figure. A week with a properly programmed nanodoc would turn her into a walking dream.
She performed several of Gault’s favorites. Stormy Monday was the opener, followed by My Man, A Foggy Day In London Town, The Power Of Love, and many other wonderful standards. She was even better than the critics said she was.
Gault visited the men’s room. On the way back to his table, he placed a $100 bill in her tip cup, wrapped around a note asking her to join him for a drink between sets.
When she did, she offered to return the money, thinking he had made a mistake. He simply smiled and said it was no mistake. Then he signaled the waiter and ordered her a warm tisane. That was a mildly mint flavored tea of throat soothing herbs with no caffeine, with a water chaser to cool it. They talked through her break until she had to go get ready for her second set of the evening. He was exerting all his formidable powers of charm to interest her, and succeeded very well.
She rejoined him for her second break, and just before she left to prepare for her third and final set of the evening, he asked if he could drive her home. She was so enthralled that she actually considered it for a moment before her innate caution and sense made her say no. He said he would wait around after her last set to say goodnight.
During Jami’s last set, Gault ordered his nanodoc to create a small preprogrammed clone of itself. When she finished her third set and then re-emerged from the dressing room with her coat, Gault held it for her while she slipped it on. His right hand, laden with the invisible nanodoc clone, ‘accidentally’ brushed the nape of her neck. The nanodoc transferred.
Gault walked Jami out to the parking lot. She took out her cell phone to call a taxi, but before she could call they were accosted by a group of rowdies emerging from the punk rock club on the opposite side of the parking lot.
Gault’s face twisted in annoyance at their crude comments and threatening demands for their cash. He murmured to Jami; “I’ll deal with this garbage.”
Deciding that the rows of needle sharp studs on their gloves, wristbands and forearm bracers were enough of a threat to take seriously, Gault twisted the brass knob head of his elegant polished ironwood walking stick. Then he drew forth the even more elegant, razor edged 32” steel blade that had been concealed within.
The switchblades the punkers produced did them as much good as so many toothpicks. Gault dismembered them with a lightning fast flurry of well aimed slices. Then he wiped the blade clean on a handkerchief, which he discarded before returning the blade to its walking stick scabbard.
By this time, the nanodoctor clone had made its way to Jami’s brainstem and induced a state of obedience to Gault’s wishes. Telling her to put her phone away without making a call, he saw that she had pressed 911. That meant he had to hurry. He wasn’t quite sure if this area had introduced the cellphone tracker system on it’s 911 service yet at this date. They might be on the way, even though Jami had not spoken to the operator.
Guiding Jami to his pristine classic Bentley limousine, Gault handed her into the spacious back seat. He closed her door, walked around the car and got in on the other side. He told the human looking android chauffeur to drive. As the car approached the parking lot exit, the driver asked; “Where to, sir?”
“The desert transfer point. Activate the detectors. When we are under no observation of any kind, let me know.”
Gault opened a sliding door in the back of the partition between the passenger’s and driver’s compartments. Within was a control panel. Gault set the time machine dials to return the vehicle to the garage in his palace in Shanghai, to a tiny fraction of a second after it had left for California one year ago, as he perceived time.
The car transported, the engine was turned off. They were home. As they were about to exit the vehicle, Jami began worriedly looking around. She asked; “Where’s Audrey? Audrey! Come here girl!”
Instructing the driver and resetting the time machine dials, he said; “I didn’t know about Audrey. We’re going to get her right now.”
From the way Jami had been looking, Gault had figured out that Audrey must be a small dog or a cat. The car materialized in the backyard of Jami’s home. Knowing from the conversations between her sets that Jami lived with her parents, Gault dispatched microbots to locate them. The small ‘bots generated harmless soporific fields that made the elders doze peacefully.
Gault accompanied Jami inside and bade her call Audrey. They found Audrey in Jami’s room and Jami gathered Audrey up in her arms. Acting with Jami’s advice, Gault gathered up many of Audrey’s favorite toys, her bed, and her food and water dishes. They returned to the car, and the car took them back to the garage of Gault’s immense palace in 1920s Shanghai.
Awakening the next morning, Jami was in the harem quarters of Gault’s palace. She realized, with a jar, that she had calmly cooperated in her own kidnapping! She heard a familiar sound at an unfamiliar loudness. She remembered that this sound was what had awakened her.
Looking over the edge of the bed, Jami saw her aged little dog Audrey ferociously devouring what looked like a small mountain of food, piled high in and overflowing her dish. This was very uncharacteristic of Audrey’s behavior in recent years.
Jami was alarmed to note that the food looked and smelled much richer than Audrey was accustomed to. She then noticed a note taped to the wall above Audrey's dish. Jami said good morning to Audrey, who paused in her ingesting to reply with a bright, cheerful series of yips before resuming her efforts. Jami thought Audrey was acting the way she had when far younger.
Jami pulled the note from the wall and read it. It told her that Gault’s house veterinarians had created a canine resident nanodoctor especially for Audrey. It would rapidly heal and/or cure anything that might be wrong with her, including old age. That last stunned Jami. Looking at Audrey more closely, it became clear that her small canine best friend was indeed actually younger!
Audrey twisted around to lick Jami’s face and then whined to be put down. As soon as Jami complied, Audrey once again attacked the now severely diminished pile of food in her bowl.
The note went on to explain that the nanodoctor used up a lot of energy. It stated that as a consequence Audrey would eat like a whole herd of pigs for the next day or two.
Jami had found a jug of cool fruit juice and a platter of fresh fruit near the window. She had absently munched and sipped while reading. Exploring the room, she found closets and drawers filled with exquisitely lovely clothing, all of which seemed too small. She didn’t bother to try any on. There was also a large, fully equipped bathroom.
Jami found that the door to the hallway swung wide at a touch, revealing an elegantly appointed corridor leading to a lounge. Looking past several open doorways at the lounge, Jami was noticed by a woman she thought was incredibly beautiful, who beckoned her to come there. The first was joined by several more who stood together in the lounge. All were stunningly lovely, and all were beckoning.
Jami looked around in wonder as she walked down the corridor, absently noting that she felt remarkably light footed. Lovely surroundings, lovely women, Jami felt that she didn’t belong here. As the others all introduced themselves, each one different but each beautiful in her own unique way. Jami replied to the self-introductions by introducing herself. Then she asked; “So, did Gault bring me here to be a servant for all of you?”
There was a flurry of protesting, negative replies. The gist was that they had plenty of servants, and if she were to become one she would not have awakened in a bedroom on this corridor. This was the quarters of the Warlord’s harem. She was to be one of his slave concubines. Either in her turn or as the spirit moved him, Gault would choose her to share his evening and then his bed. He would be her lover.
Jami snorted in disbelief. She said; “Yeah. Right. Now pull the other one. He can have anyone, Why the hell would he want me?”
Shocked, an exquisite little Chinese doll named Ruby replied; “Why wouldn’t he want you? He appreciates female beauty in all its many variations!”
“That doesn’t include me. I’m a fat, ugly sow! I’m repulsive! Hideous! No man could ever really want me! A man like Gault who can have girls like you least of all!”
A Japanese beauty named Myoko gently asked; “Didn’t the Warlord tell you about the nanodoctors? Don’t you feel different?”
“He left me a note about the nanodoc he put in my dog, Audrey. You mean I’ve got one too?”
A towering, amazonion blonde lovely named Liel responded; “We all do. So does he. So does every person who works for him and every animal he or they own. It’s one reason there is so little resistance when he expands his borders. Everyone knows by now.”
Ruby added; “If you belong to the Warlord, you never get sick anymore, nor does your family, nor do your animals. Your crops grow bigger, faster, tastier and more nutritious. The crops never get sick and pests never eat them.”
Myoko added; “The other warlords and politicians are the only ones who oppose him any more. Not even the communists can depend on their own rank and file to fight him. The common people, the peasants above all, each pray that he will expand to their home next!”
Jami steered the conversation back to the original topic; “Okay, so the nanodocs are the greatest thing since fire. So how does that alter the fact that I’m fat and repulsive?”
Ruby said; “But you’re far from repulsive! I don’t believe you ever were. If you weren’t desirable, the Warlord would never have gone to the trouble of taking you, silly! He has you here to serve his lust. It’s certainly not out of pity; he has no time for pity.”
Liel added; “You may have been severely fat once, but now you’re only sexily plump. I see why Gault picked you. You’re pretty in a different way from any of the rest of us. C’mere; look in this mirror and wipe that skeptical sneer off your face, girl!”
Liel pulled Jami over in front of a full length triple mirror.; “Here! Look at yourself before you say another word.”
Jami caught sight of herself in the mirror and she gasped in total disbelief. In however long she had slept, her weight had diminished from 235 pounds to no more than 150. No wonder she had felt so light footed! Lifting her nightgown to look at her torso, she realized that there were no ugly folds of loose skin where the fat had emptied away. Her body had reabsorbed it. She couldn’t deny it. She actually looked pretty good. Damn.
Seeing the change, knowing it intellectually was one thing. Absorbing the change, internalizing it, actually feeling different about herself, that would be something else. That would take a long time, to recover from long years of verbal and emotional abuse. The other women of Gault’s harem had seen this before, and knew what was needed. So did Gault.
They did not tell Jami she was beautiful and sexy. If the topic came up in conversation, Gault and the women never made a point of Jami’s new attractiveness, or went out of the way to mention it. They just acted and spoke in ways that made it clear. Every woman there was a beauty. Jami was one of them. No different from any of the others. No more than they, but certainly no less. Slowly, as the days passed, it began to penetrate.
It had been explained to Jami that she would not be taken for sex until her body had fully adjusted to her new nanodoc. She had been introduced to the harem’s personal trainer, and had begun to work out.
Jami was now in the best shape of her adult life. Not thin, in fact now at 155 weighing 20 pounds more than she thought she should. But the weight was firm, not flabby, and gave her lush, sexy curves in all the right places. Truly, the number of men through the history of the human race who would have preferred Jami’s current full bodied sexiness vastly exceeded the number who would have been more attracted to the starving waif appearance of a Twiggy or the emaciated junkie look of a Kate Moss.
Gault had been overseeing the next phase in plans. He had been absorbing vast tracts of the Chinese countryside into his domains. Within his borders, everyone was stronger and healthier, better fed and better educated. He was building a mighty industrial infrastructure, and people fit to exploit it. He was preparing for war.
He knew that The Empire Of Japan would invade China in 1933 after years of provocative violations of Chinese sovereignty. By that time Gault’s enclave would be ready. The Japanese armies would wash around it like buckets of water thrown at a boulder. Then, in the turmoil and confusion after Japan surrendered to the USA in 1945, Gault would push his borders rapidly out in all directions.
The long civil war between the Communists led by Mao Tse Tung and the Nationalists commanded by Chiang Kai Shek would become almost irrelevant. The entire northern half of China, with well over half of the people, industry, and resources, would fall within Gault’s expanded enclave.
With Gault’s nanites everywhere, the land would produce more than enough food for his population. Also, the nanites would control the rate at which that population increased, and would ensure that every child born was healthy. There would be no way for either the Nationalists with their American allies or the Communists with their Soviet allies to conquer the enclave and add it to their territory.
That way, whichever of them controlled south China, it would be no more than an agricultural hinterland. Plagued by runaway population growth and inadequate food supply, it would never become a major world power. The Enclave, on the other hand, would swiftly grow into a superpower able to balance the enmity between the Communist and Capitalist blocs.
Working out to occupy his body while his mind planned, Gault was just finishing up a set on the leg press machine when he looked up and caught sight of Jami on the treadmill. His jaw dropped. His mouth watered. All thoughts of anything other than lust vanished like smoke in a high wind.
Gault paused to check with the house computer to see if enough time had passed for Jami’s adjustment to her nanodoc to stabilize. The answer was yes. Gleefully, Gault moved in on Jami.
Walking up behind Jami as she intently concentrated on her running, Gault seized her by the hips. He Lifted her into the air with a toss that spun her 180 degrees and caught her by the waist in a grip that tickled. He stepped back away from the treadmill and set her down, deliberately tickling her waist and ribs as her feet touched the floor.
Jami was squirming and laughing as Gault tickled her. She tried to push him away but he was far too strong. He grasped her wrists and brought them together behind her back, pressing her body up firmly against his and kissing her mouth. Taken by surprise, Jami’s body responded to all the sexy stimulation before her mind could intervene with reminders of her ‘ugliness’ and ‘unworthiness’.
Gault held both of Jami’s wrists in one huge paw while he tickled her butt with the other, slipping it inside her sweatpants and panties to tease the bare skin. She was laughing hysterically while being deeply kissed, and the turn on was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Jami could feel Gault’s arousal where he pressed against her. A part of the back of her mind was amazed. “How could any man find HER exciting and arousing? He must be a pervert of some kind!”
Another part of Jami’s mind replied; “So he’s a pervert! So what? Hooray for perversion! Now shut up and GO AWAY!!! I’m busy!”
Gault gently but firmly lifted Jami’s arms overhead and stripped off her sweat halter and sports bra, freeing her large breasts. He bent his head to nibble her engorged nipples while tickling her underarms with one hand and holding her wrists aloft with the other.
After a few minutes of this treatment Jami was breathless for more than one reason. Gault pinned her arms to her sides with his left arm and tickled her ribs with that hand. His right hand was peeling her sweatpants and panties down and off.
Jami dimly noticed that the other harem ladies, with smirks on their faces, were clearing the room. Ruby, the last to leave, stopped by to drape four long, padded leather straps over the handrails of the treadmill Jami had been using a few minutes ago.
Gault made use of the straps at once. He lifted Jami and draped her legs over the hand rails of the now stationary treadmill with hers knees spread widely, one over each. He then pulled her arms overhead, with the elbows bent over the padded bars. He used two of the straps to secure her arms, winding them around her wrists, up her forearms and around her upper arms but not tying any knots.
Next Gault untied Jami’s running shoes, loosened the laces, and pulled them off, followed by her sweat socks. Bending her legs at the knees into a position she could not have reached a few weeks ago but which was now quite comfortable, he placed her ankles alongside her hips. He then used the other two straps to wrap her calves from the ankles to just below the knees, again tying no knots, only wrapping.
Seeing that Jami had almost gotten enough breath back to speak, Gault began tickling her hips and she burst out laughing again. He ticklishly explored the backs and insides of her thighs, keeping her laughing and writhing in tormented delight all the time. And he took his time.
Gault was enjoying Jami’s helpless, ticklish responses. He could tell she was enjoying them too, and that only made it better. He stepped in closer and tickled her hips, waist and groin. He could tell he was making her desperately hot. Her labia were protruding and practically throbbing.
Grinning, Gault lowered his head to Jami’s wetness and started to kiss, nibble and lick. At the same time his fingertips tickled her belly, her ribs and her sides. His attention was totally absorbed in Jami’s delightful reactions. He was closely observing and making mental notes.
When he could tell that she was close to orgasm, his fingers slid up to Jami’s armpits. Gault felt deep satisfaction when she came while helplessly laughing due to the gentle teasing of his fingertips under her arms.
Gault continued to tickle Jami’s armpits. He stepped up the intensity by changing techniques until he was spiderdancing his fingers in the sensitive hollows. Just about then the hormones released by a woman’s body after climaxing flooded in and supercharged her tactile responsiveness. Gault then resumed his nibbling, and Jami, now screaming with laughter, soon came a second time.
Gault switched his tickling to Jami’s breasts, driving her wild with both lust and ticklishness. He was grinning ferociously when she came for the third time. He teased her to the brink of a fourth climax, but eased off in time to stop it from happening. Then he did it again. Then a third time. He stepped back, and tapped Jami’s softly rounded belly to get her attention. She focused, still gasping for breath.
Gault asked; “Jami, dear; would you like me to fuck you?”
Jami eagerly nodded her head yes. She was SO turned on! Gault smiled and rapidly stripped. As more of his massively muscled body became visible, she felt her arousal, unbelievably, increasing still more. His masculinity became visible, and excited her still more.
Gault stepped up onto the treadmill, which Liel had thoughtfully unplugged as she left the gym, and entered Jami, grasping her by the buttocks to slowly and firmly thrust home. She moaned with pleasure. Then he was tickling the creases where her thighs and buttocks met. Jami SHRIEKED with laughter, and came explosively.
As Gault’s hands continued to tickle her creases, Jami’s lushly feminine hips bucked and twisted in unbearable ticklish delight as she came two more times in an amazingly short interval. He leaned forward to kiss her nipples one by one and then her wide open mouth.
Straightening back up, Gault smiled fondly down at Jami, thinking; “God, she looks beautiful, laughing like this!”
The way she was bound, Jami’s soles were facing upward. Grinning like the cat about to consume the canary, Gault began tickling those soft, tender feet, thinking; “My turn!”
The sounds of sweet laughter that were drawn from Jami by the foot tickling were intoxicating to Gault. He exerted his formidable will power to hold out. He wanted to prolong his enjoyment as far as possible.
Gault could feel Jami cum as he toyed with her soles, and then started to play with her toes. It was getting more and more difficult for him to hold back. He wanted to draw out this wonderful sensation as much as possible.
The fingertips playing with her toes were driving Jami wild. Her laughter was so out of control, so helpless. She felt so defenseless, so loving, and so submissive. She came yet again, and Gault changed directly to letting his fingertips wickedly dance in the depths of her arches.
Jami’s laughter increased to an ultimate level. Her body was rhythmically undulating, and Gault was matching her thrusts. He stopped holding back, and Jami felt his powerful release, his explosive expulsion of breath, his pumping into her, and that triggered her into the best orgasm yet.
Gault stood there, slowly withdrawing. He gently but firmly caressed Jami and soothed away the tingling sensations left behind by a severe tickling. He unbound her limbs, and dried them both down with a clean towel Myoko had put nearby on her way out.
Gault carried Jami into the shower room and they soaped, rinsed and dried each other. They then went to lunch together, and Gault kissed her as he went to his office for the afternoon’s decision making.
Sitting alone in her room, Jami was deeply conflicted. He sure as hell ACTED like a man who found her attractive. Hell, he acted like she really turned him on.
But how could that be? Jami knew she was ugly and fat. Knew it. Way deep down in her bones knew it. How could he possibly have gotten that turned on by her? It didn’t make sense. It just wasn’t logical! The evidence of the experience she had just had was in total conflict with the way she felt about herself.
Jami had just about convinced herself that it had been a mercy fuck, never to be repeated, when a servant knocked on her door and handed her a note from Gault. It told her that this evening she must be dressed for an evening out. He was taking her out to dinner and a show in the nightclub district of Shanghai.
Gault intended to be seen with Jami and make all his rivals even more jealous than they already were. Men consumed with envy make mistakes, he had written. Then, he would take her back to the palace and enjoy her in his dungeon playroom.
The part of her that insisted she was ugly was stunned. It would take a long time, perhaps years, before she fully believed. But, as the rest of her happily went about preparing for the unaccustomed role of a proudly displayed trophy, her heart sang inside. A start had been made.
The End
