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Tom knew the experiment was risky. This would be the first craft to ever fly at light speed, and would truly be one of the greatest advancements in human history, should it work. Nothing like this had been attempted since 2120, and that ended in several fatalities; he felt this time that he should be the only one to test the model, after all, it was his invention. The European government had funded the project, but failing them didn't matter; he knew that there were only two options. Success or death. He boarded the craft to great fanfare, waving before he dissappeared into the cockpit. Perhaps spaceships were a rather archaic and dated idea for inter-galactic travel, he thought, and he knew that even at light speed, he would not reach anything significant, but there were other things he wanted to find out, primarily the effects of such an extreme speed on the human body. The countdown commenced. And soon he raced towards the sky. When he had passed the Earth's atmosphere and was fully enveloped in the blackness of space, he knew it was time for the next step. He threw the red switch into gear and headed full throttle into the emptiness. As his speed accelerated, he very quickly lost contact with Earth. He had anticipated this, as he was outpacing the tranmissions sent to him, he just hoped the internal computer held out. But then something strange happened. He suddenly got very lightheaded and white sparks flew all around the craft. Something was wrong. He slowed down moderatly to check his coordinates, but they were off the map. It appeared he had gone further than anticipated, and when he checked the computer to see how fast he had gone, it was not even recorded. He wondered at the possibility of travelling faster than light. He directed the craft so that it reversed and followed the path it had came, equalling the same speed. When he came to the coordinates he had left from, Earth simply wasn't there.
The whole journey only took an hour, so it didn't make any sense that the planet he came from had moved so dramatically. He ran a computer scan. The computer scanned the pattern of the surrounding stars and he found that Earth was hundreds of light years away. How was it possible? He fed a locked destination into the computer so he would head directly for his solar system, accounting for any possible moves. He flew again at unimagineable speeds, until he reached the proper solar system and slowed right down, targetting his home. He approached the blue orb and sent out a transmission, but there was no signal. Nothing. He knew he would have to re-enter manually. Flying into the planet, Tom began to lose control of his craft. It shook violently upon re-entry, and he found himself hurtling towards Earth at a tremendous rate. Once he was well into the atmosphere, he ejected a chute that captured the wind and brought his speed down. He saw the ground below, no signs of anyone, just grass and forests. Soon he had landed, thankful to be alive. After trying unsuccessfully to contact anyone, Tom got out of the craft. He walked across the lush grass, calling out for assistance. Of all the luck, he gets standed in preserved wildlands. Soon he did hear something though. Voices! He ran around the side of a cliff, and what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. A group of eleven naked women were standing by the opening of a cave, keeping a watchful eye over the children that played around them. What was even more startling was that these were not your average "humans." Tom instantly recognised them as the long extict Neaderthal. They were huge and rugged, more hairy than ordinary people, yet not as hairy as he had imagined they would be, and heavily pigmented. Their foreheads sloped and they had large lips, and many had secured their hair back in a manner resembling pig-tails. They were actually quite beautiful, and he admired their firm bodies and large sagging breasts. Tom was speechless. Could it be possible that his experiment had actually taken him back in time? The women ushered their children into the cave and then walked towards him. Unbeknownst to Tom, they had seen his form of people before (though not so strangely decorated), and had endured bitter wars with the smaller humans several times in the past. He was no friend. He went down to greet them, and one of the younger ones grabbed him by the hair and punched him in the gut. He gasped as they dragged him to their camp and taking strips of animal skin, tied him to a tree, securing his arms behind it, and tying his feet at the base. Several of the large women punched him as he pleaded for them to stop, some ripped at his shirt, and one tore at his pants. An older member of the tribe hauled his pants straight down, and they smirked at his flaccid penis as it hung, vulnerable. Though he was in fact rather well endowed by 22nd century human standards, he was nothing compared to the men of their tribe. The older woman, who was larger than most of the other women, pinched his foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and pulled on it until he cried out in pain. The other women howled with laughter at his agony. She seemed to be the leader of the group, and the other members became excited watching her. She pulled back his foreskin, and then did the same with his glans penis, pulling and squeezing it between her powerful fingers. Through tears, he could see how much she was enjoying this, and could also see the sweat and dampness dripping from her thick pubic hair. A younger girl, probably in her teens, came up to take a closer look, and the older woman dropped the penis, said something to the girl and stepped aside. The girl picked up the organ to inspect it. As she pulled back his tight foreskin (now somewhat loosened) she could see the bruising on his glans and a droplet of blood emerging from the tip. She looked around, and found a twig which she snapped up and sruck his penis with. He jumped and screamed as she continued whipping his organ with powerful strokes, little scarlet lines covering his shaft. Then she picked it up and once again parting the protective skin, she thrust the stick into his urethra. The other women jumped up and down with delight, and he shook his head from side to side, begging for mercy and crying like a child. She left the stick in his member as another woman punched his scrotum, putting the full weight of her huge muscles into it. He threw up on her and passed out. He was revived with cool water, these women were not through with him yet. Though he was not a religious man, he began to pray. Another woman ripped the stick out of his penis, and drops of blood flowed freely on the ground below. She then picked up a handful of gravel and began to masterbate him with the sharp little stones. He cried as she very tightly squeezed the torutured shaft, first on the upstroke, and then back fully, blood running out of his urethra and over her hand, and continued this motion until he passed out again. Another woman, probably in her early twenties, who up until now had done nothing, approached the tortured man. She ran a soft hand over his chest and across his belly, her touch seemed to revive him. He looked at her, she was by far the most beautiful of the lot. He stared down at her supple breats and belly and gorgeous mound of pubic hair. She smiled sweetly at him. The other women stepped back, curious to see what she would do. She bent down on her knees and very gently took his battered penis in her hand. She pulled back his foreskin and lightly wiped away the trapped gravel, then she did something quite unexpectly. She extended her tongue and licked away the flow of blood from the tip of his penis. The others gasped, but were fascinated. She lathered his cockhead in her saliva, then took the soft organ in her mouth and very gently suckled it, her tongue playing with the ridges of his glans and sensitive foreskin. He felt a stirring in him. Despite the extreme pain, this was soothing, and felt so good. His penis began to respond and bob with the flow of blood entering his cock, matching his rapid heartbeat. She brought her hand up and ticked the underside of his scrotum as his testes drew in and he suddenly shivered. She brought her mouth away and his penis stood firmly erect, staring at them all with one bloody eye. She grabbed his shaft and gently stroked it up and down, licking his cockhead and tickling the space between his loose skin and his glans on every upstroke. Tom, who had not masturbated in almost a week, reponded very quickly, and began to feel the flush of orgasm. The other women watched, grasping at their vaginas in ecstasy. A steady steam of reddened precum flowed from him, and soon he was moaning and his hips were bucking. She sped up her thrusts to match the rhythm of his hips, and his groans became higher in pitch until suddenly he squealed and a powerful jet of semen flew across her cheek. She then changed her manipulations, and as he cried out in the most unrelenting and massive orgasm he had ever had in his life, she bore down on him and grinded his cockhead in her molars. The pain hit him, but it only made him cum harder, as spurt after spurt flew down her throat. Finally she trapped his cockhead between her left canines and bit down on the swollen spewing purple nub of flesh. His eyes popped open and he lost his breath as the pain raced through his body and she ripped a chunk off the end of his cock, savouring the stream of blood that ran down her chin. The other women who were watching began to ejaculate, screaming as they fondled and rubbed their clits. She took a second tiny bite, ripping off the rest of his glans and all of his foreskin. She stepped aside and the elder grabbed the profusly bleeding, decapitated orger, and bit off her own chunk of flesh. The other women took turned taking small bites, splitting open his scrotum with their bare fingers, and squeezing his dangling testes until they popped. At this he passed out, and nobody ever got to find out if his experiment had ever worked.
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