Hi guys and girls! It’s Chase. You know, the person this story is about.

I know what you’re thinking – This can’t possibly be real. Well, let me assure you that it absolutely is. I can’t prove it to you, unless we chance to meet some day and even then, I’d have to tell you the whole deal all over again. That’s something I’m not very likely to do since any exposure of who and what I am could lead to my capture by someone wishing to turn me into some kind of guinea pig. I don’t know about you, but I’m not too keen about being locked away for the rest of eternity and being subjected to all manner of experiments in a vain attempt to reproduce this………thing that happened to me.

There’s just no way I can allow that to happen. I’ve been having far too much fun over the years since my reality changed.

Anywho, let’s get back to 1890, shall we?

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Chapter 5

When I saw Dao-Ming’s eyes cast that blue light around the room as she rode me I tried desperately to throw her off and flee the room, the hotel, the city – hell, I’d have fled the continent right that second I was so scared.

Unfortunately for me, the longer her gaze was upon me, the weaker I became. Not five minutes later, I found I couldn’t lift my head from the mattress, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even lift a finger, as cliché as that sounds. I remained conscious for the time being, which I thought was a good thing at the time. The only part of me that I could move were my eyes. I sent up a silent prayer that whatever was wrong didn’t seem to affect my autonomic functions like breathing and swallowing.

The only sound I could hear was Dao-Ming as she grunted and groaned, riding me through orgasm after orgasm.