A Time Traveler's Journal /Prologue

Prologue

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What would you do if you could invent a time machine? Go back in time to stop war and evil? Use your knowledge to play the stock market, always selling your shares at the perfect time? Or maybe you'd use your gift to learn more about history or see into your future. Well I my friend have invented a time machine and I have chosen to use it to find children of all ages to love and enjoy. Yes my dear reader, it's exactly what you think. With my wonderful invention, I can enjoy the simple pleasures forbidden to most men. As outcasts to society, people like us just won't be understood. But with my wonderful time machine I can do just as I please. I find children to fuck and then simply run away, back to my time machine I travel back through time. I never need worry about doing hard time. Here is how it all began:

I've always been fascinated with time. Building the machine was the culmination of my obsession. Then I started traveling--seeing "new" things--exploring history in a way others have only dreamed. But after a while, I wanted more. More danger. More excitement. More sex. Yes, that's it. Sex. But not just any kind of sex. With the time machine, I could explore the forbidden and simply travel back to my own time without a care in the world. Somewhere deep inside of me, I had always wanted to enjoy my own little rape fantasy. Now that I had the time machine, it seemed a perfect time to make it a reality.

After weeks of fantasizing about the idea, I finally decided to do it. I was already hard as I took the elevator to my basement workshop. Then I stepped out and looked at my machine in a way I never had before. It's not flashy like the movies. In fact, it looks like it belongs in a junkyard. But it was about to take me back in time so I could rape the first beautiful, large breasted woman I could find. At least, that's what I imagined as I climbed inside.

I traveled back to the year 1789 and began my search for a victim. I'll spare you all the details, but suffice to say finding a victim proved harder than I anticipated. It was rural Scotland after all. I found several men and a few older women that didn't interest me one bit. After an hour or so, I decided to try my luck at a different time and turned to head back to my machine, hidden in the nearby forest.

When I got back to the machine however, I spotted trouble. A girl was staring at my masterpiece. She was small and I judged her to be about six.

"Hello there, young lady," I called. She jumped when she heard my voice, but seemed to calm down quickly.

"I just found this weird thing..." She replied.

"Oh that... Um it's my toy." I told her. Which I realized was actually a pretty honest answer.

"Oh," She looked confused. "It's a weird toy." Fortunately, she hadn't touched it or damaged it in any way. I was in the middle of coming up with the right words to make the girl go away when I suddenly felt my cock twitching. I was so incredibly horny and now a bit frustrated having been unable to find a suitable victim for my sick twisted fantasy. That's when the thought first occurred to me.

"Are you all alone out here, sweetie?"

"Yeah, I like to play in the forest sometimes and my little brother isn't old enough to come with me yet. But I don't live far. My name's Bonni!"

"Hello, Bonni," I replied. "I'm Gerard." I walked closer and knelt down in front of the child, taking her in. She had mid-length auburn hair with a few subtle freckles on her face. Well, I had come for a sick fantasy and I was just horny enough that I decided she was going to be a part of it.

"Well, why not?" I said aloud. Then I grabbed her dress by the collar and began to rip it off. She started to scream, but I moved in to kiss her. It was far from a good kiss mind you--with her screaming and all, but it was just what my cock had ordered. I felt harder than I had ever been in my life.

As soon as I ripped her dress completely off, I threw her down onto the torn fabric and pulled off my pants. Not concerned about being careful, I forced my cock right into her virgin snatch. She cried out loudly as I thrust into her small body. Helplessly, the poor girl kicked her legs in the air as I fucked her. I couldn't help but feel that this was without a doubt the hottest thing I had ever done.

I began to feel up her chest as I fucked her. It was completely flat of course and nothing like the large breasts I was imagining when I got to this point in history, but it was absolutely perfect. Her cute nipples just begged for me to kiss them and I leaned over to do so. I kissed her on the lips again, too as she continued crying. I even started to lick the tears from her face, tasting the salty goodness. She was pure heaven. Her young pussy gripped my cock, giving me an experience unlike any other as I moved in and out of her. Wanting to take in every inch of her, I ran my hands through her hair and licked the tip of her nose.

I continued pounding the girl and running my hands all over her soft skin. Feeling my cock buried in her tight snatch was pure perfection. It wasn't long before I began flooding her pussy with my cum either. Sweet Bonni looked so adorable lying there, tears in her eyes and her cunt filled with my cock as I deposited my seed into her young body, gradually slowing my pace. I shall never forget that lovely face.

As soon as I finished cumming inside the little girl, I was startled by a voice not too far in the distance and looked up.

"That's my daughter you piece of shite!" a man yelled in a thick Scottish. I saw him raise his rifle. Not bothering with my pants, I leaped away from little Bonni in the direction of my time machine. I clamored inside as I heard a gunshot. It ricocheted off of the titanium shell, nearly missing me. Moving quickly, I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it just before hearing another bullet hit the machine. With a few swift movements, I began powering it up. The machine started whirling, slowly building up the power to jump back to my time. It's a good thing this wasn't my first jump because I had no time to think or make calculations of any time. I could hear a thud and someone toying with the machine, trying desperately to get inside. I had locked it tight, but I worried the shots might have damaged the machine somehow. If anything went wrong I would be stuck and in all likelihood, die in 1789.

Fortunately, the machine built up enough power and I was soon safe at the right point in time, back in my workshop. I was traumatized to be sure, but most of all, I was enamored by the memory of the little Bonni. I dreamed about her constantly and imagined fucking her again and again in every position imaginable. She was my first child and the one that began my obsession, traveling through time to rape little girls.

I still think of Bonni often. So much so that I even named my time machine after her and had the side painted with her name. Perhaps one day I'll travel back and try to find her...