The History Writers

by Preity

    

The year was 2050. I was had just a month away from graduating with a Masters in history. At this point of time getting the job you were best qualified for was simple. Getting a job you were passionate about was tough. This was due to a revolution in the system of placements where the entire profile was on record. The profile included complete psychological, academic, work and family background. The psychological background had a complete module on behavior, traits and the subconscious through highly advanced techniques in DNA analysis. An employer would simply view these records and make an offer to the most suitable candidate. Those who did not put these issues on record were not even considered for a job, as it was believed they had something to hide. This led to a making of en efficient society which but not necessarily a happy one. I had been offered several jobs from several archeological entities and companies, which required writers for history textbooks. All my classmates had been placed by this time, but I was determined to get a job that I was passionate about.

As I scanned my mails for offers, I suddenly saw an offer from a corporation called Livingstone International. I was intrigued as The Company was a multinational, which pioneered, advanced studies into the DNA structure. The mail was succinct, 'Dr. Livingstone wishes to meet you at 11.00 a.m. July 26^th 2053.' At this point I was completely baffled. Dr. Livingstone was the Chairman of the Company. I had no idea why he would wish to meet a fresh graduate in history. I suddenly realized that today was July 26^th. I quickly shave, put on my best suit and left for the Corporation. I was mentally prepared for a prank as I drove into the compound.

A speaker at the gate asked me to announce myself. "Rahul Sharma. I have an appointment with Dr. Livingstone"

I expected to be hauled off to a state loony bin at any point of time. Instead I was invited to enter and proceed to a parking space. As I entered the office I saw a very pretty receptionist speaking. I smiled at her, "Hi, Samantha, I am here to meet Dr. Livingstone"

She gave me a baffled look, "Have we met?"

"I sure wish we had", I said pointing at her nametag.

She smiled and pointed me to an elevator, "He is expecting you. Thirteenth floor."

I adjusted my tie as I proceeded to the elevator. I reached a magnificent white room. It was completely white with windows on all sides. Through the room the world seemed to be an insignificant place.

"Magnificent isn't it?" I turned around to see the most remarkable features I had ever seen. It was a man with snow-white hair and moustache with a seemingly ageless face. "True ambitions are born within this room. Through these windows you see everything that you wish you could have in your grasp. And once these ambitions are fulfilled you learn true humility. You understand that everything you ever wished to possess comes down to nothing." He seemed to be lost in a strange kind of reverie.

He suddenly came out of his trance and held out his hand, "Livingstone." He introduced himself. I took his hand and was surprised with the strength of his grip.

He looked at me for a long time, silently assessing me. I made no attempt to break the silence. To do so would have revealed how uncomfortable it made me.

Finally the doctor smiled, "It is nice to see so much patience in one so young. These are things, which the DNA never shows you. I prefer the old fashioned way of judging people."

I finally had to ask, "Why am I here?"

The silence returned but this time it was not uncomfortable. The doctor was no longer studying me. He appeared to be considering the question.

"The society in so many ways appears to have evolved. It has become free of poverty, hunger, pollution and nearly every other social ill, which existed when I was a boy. But along with these social ills we have also lost the ambition, spirit of adventure and the thirst for knowledge and all that, which made life worth living. The world has become a well-oiled machine- efficient and lifeless. I asked you here because in you I saw someone out of his time. Someone who rightfully should have belonged to my era. And I need you to join a project, which I have spent half my lifetime to set up. I need you to study history for me."

"What is this project?" I asked curiously.

He handed me a paper, "If I have to tell you about this project I require you sign this contract with a ten year bond. If my project is leaked it could be used for purposes, which could change the course of time as we know it. In consideration two million pounds shall be deposited in your account every year after you take up my offer.

I stared at him for a long moment and than shook my head, "What you have offered is extremely generous but it is not me you want. I cannot spend a decade of my life on a job I dislike. I would have no way of getting those years back."

I expected reproach but was surprised at the laugh, which followed, "Kid, you truly are two centuries behind your time. You belong to the wild-west. I have not seen such contempt for money in a long, long time. Very well. I shall take the risk. But if you do not take up this offer I need your solemn word that nothing you learn now shall ever be revealed." I simply nodded.

He took me across the hall and I saw two black leather couches at the end of the room. He said with a serious tone, "This is my project."

"You want me to study the history of furniture?" My equally serious tone somehow failed to hide the sarcasm.

"Why don't we sit down and talk."

We sat on either couch. The doctor picked what appeared to be a tiny remote and dexterously pressed a few buttons. Suddenly my head was filled with a thousand images. I saw Dinosaurs race across the land, barbarian make love, Amazon queens, Columbus, Hitler and a thousand other events, I had never heard of. Suddenly I was back on the couch with a start. My forehead dripped with sweat.

I jumped off the couch, "What the hell was that?"

Dr. Livingstone smiled apologetically, "I should have warned you but you would never have believed it if I had told you about this right away"

"Told me what?"

"A time machine. It took us decades to build. You see a millions of history books have been written giving us the events, which took place through the centuries. But that is not what history is about. His is not a calendar of events. It is about people. Its about thoughts, passions and ideals rather than the actions which we here about. And the only way we can learn about our past is to live it. I need you my friend to live the past and tell the future about it."

This was too much for me to absorb within a short space of time. We sat in silence for hours. The doctor remained silent allowing me to absorb the facts.

I finally asked, "Did you say live in this world?"

The doctor nodded, "You have to live and become a part of the society you enter, sometimes for decades at a time. That is the only way you can learn about the history. However when you are brought back to the future only a few seconds would have elapsed and you would not have aged beyond the few seconds."

I stared at him, "Why me?"

The doctor quietly replied, "You answered your own question a few minutes ago when I offered you the two million. Driven by greed most men who enter the past may attempt to alter it to suit their own requirement. But you my friend are driven by passion not greed."

"But what if I inadvertently change the future?"

The doctor handed a small compass, "This is a chip which will warn you if any action you are about to perform will change the course of history. To make doubly sure you will be sent in a role which will be keep you close to the leaders who made history but you will not be required to take actions which affect the society at large."

"What??"

"This is the difficult part. Societies in the past have largely been male dominated. The only way we can keep you close to the men without having you called upon to take actions, which will affect the history, is if you lived as a woman. We will alter you body to make you a woman and you will have to live in that body till you are brought back to the future. "

I was too stunned to respond.

The Doctor continued, "I know that this may come a quite a shock to you but we have little choice. As a man you may be called upon to fight or take decisions, which may alter the time. As a woman in the ancient society these decisions can be avoided. But it will not be easy. Your profile will have to be that of a submissive woman. You will have to take a husband and live as a part of the society. But this opportunity is as unique as they come. No author in history has been able to see history as it happens. And you will also live thousands of years longer than any man. The years you spend in the past will not be lost to you. I will be here at the same time tomorrow for your response."

I slowly turned to him, "If after an assignment I wish to leave with my 2 million…."

"You will be free to do so."

A thousand conflicting thoughts ran through my mind. How could I be a woman? I was never even a transvestite. But this opportunity to live among those around whom legends and fantasies had been created through ages filled me with awe. I suddenly realized I wanted to do this more than anything else. I could not afford to give myself time to make a calm and rational decision. I understood that the so-called rationality was often a by-product of fear.

Even I was surprised as I heard myself say, "I do not need another day. When do I start?"

The professor guffawed loudly, "This calls for a celebration."

He poured some wine in two glasses and handed one to me, "Here is to the past." We swallowed the wine.

We were seated in a dark room. A camera was projecting a few images on the screen. As it played the professor began to speak, "Your first assignment is set in India in the 320 BC. Chandragupta Maurya, the emperor of the Magadha. You are now Esha."

I sat on the sofa, and the room began to swirl around me. Suddenly the scenery changed. The room disappeared. I felt a rush a cold water fall on me. I was standing underneath a waterfall. I looked at myself in amazement. My skin was fair, smooth and soft. I wore a thin transparent white sari. I wore bracelets on my hands. The anklets on my feet made a gentle clinking sound. I felt a weight on my chest. Two large beautiful breasts stared out of my wet sari. I hesitantly felt between my thighs. The penis no longer remained. I could not believe the change which came over me. I felt sensuous and desirable. I heard a soft voice in my ears. The sound, I realized came through my earrings.

"This earring is a time transmitter and a translator. This is our single mode of communication. Make sure you wear it at all times."

Before I could reply the ground appeared to rumble beneath my feet. I stared out in the horizon and saw the source of the sound. Horsemen bounded swiftly in my direction. I was suddenly petrified. The horsemen gathered around my. I could feel their lustful gaze run through my body. I self-consciously covered my breasts with my hands. The leader alighted and walked slowly towards me. He was six-foot tall and powerfully built. His eyes were piercing and unable to withstand his stare, I lowered my face. A sudden reflex to flee suddenly took over me but I had nowhere to go. I looked up and was startled to find him standing very close to me. His hands roughly fondled my thighs and arms. I trembled in terror, revulsion and pleasure. The feeling of helplessness, which ran through my body, was too exquisite to resist. He ran his tongue across my face. I tried to turn away but a powerful grip, which held my hair, prevented me from doing so. His tongue stopped at my lips and forced its way in. My lips were soft and yielding. The humiliation caused a fresh wave of pleasure to course through my body. These feeling were powerful and I had felt nothing like them before. He quietly whispered, "From today you are the possession of an emperor."

He drew a rope, tied my hands behind my back and carried me to his horse. We rode swiftly to his palace. The city was beyond belief. I had for long read about the exotic east but what I saw took my breath away. Colors seemed to radiate from every pore of the city. Fruit vendors, musicians, artisans and traders flocked the street. The entire city seemed to come alive. As we entered the fort the guards sounded a bugle. A number of women gathered around scattering petals along the way. The emperor dragged me unceremoniously by my hair and handed me over to a woman. She was as tall as the emperor and powerfully built. Her smooth uncovered arms adorned by bracelets revealed powerful biceps. She wore a sword in her scabbard. I suddenly remembered that the emperor's personal guards were made up of amazons. She critically ran her gaze over my body, "I am Tabitha, the captain of the guards. An emperor's possession cannot bear the appearance of a peasant. But that can be rectified." She took me by my hands and led me into a chamber.

Two hours later I was in a magnificent bedroom. The bed was gigantic and the decorations were breathtaking. The huge pillars with the intricate carving were amazing. I knew that each carving took years to create and were individually a masterpiece. In confluence they were divine. Mirrors were placed on the roof and walls.

I wore a scarlet Sari. Bracelets adorned my bare arms. A slim golden necklace was put around my neck. I was bathed and my wet skin still gleamed in the soft light. In the middle of the room was the emperor's bed. My earrings still dangled from my lobes.

"I never though anybody could look so beautiful."

I swung around to see the emperor. His chest was bare. He was powerful, hairy and muscular. A shiver of fear and desire ran through my spine. This was the moment I had dreaded. I was never a homosexual. But at this moment the thought of being possessed by the emperor was overpowering. I touched his feet in a show of respect. All my instincts rebelled against this. It was humiliating but the humiliation was erotic. He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me deeply. My lips were soft against his manly touch. His masculinity was raw and ferocious. He belonged to a time before civilization, as we understood it.

He stepped back and let his tunic drop. I gasped as I saw his organ. It was eight inches long and thick. He reached out and pulled my sari. I wore nothing underneath and was stark naked. With a sudden feminine instinct I covered my breasts. He gently pulled my hands way and brought his mouth to sucked my breasts. A wave of feminine orgasm swept through my body. His mouth covered my neck and face with kisses. He ran his tongue through my face as if it was a delicious meal. He pushed me on to the bed and mounted me. I shivered with anticipation. His gaze was full of lust.

He suddenly entered me with a powerful thrust. His organ filled me and I felt complete. I felt emotions, which were just as raw. I was now a woman from his century who wanted to be owned and used by my master. Orgasm after orgasm coursed through me. His lips never left my mouth but his kisses increased in intensity. I moaned as I held him in a gentle embrace. I gazed up and saw our embrace reflected on the mirror in the roof. The sight of a beautiful and vulnerable woman making love to a man was amazing. I saw my smooth fair arms caressing his dark and powerful body. I never wanted this moment to end. He was finally spent but he did not leave. We kissed and gently caressed each other for a while. This was in complete contrast to the ferocity of sex a few moments earlier. With a flash of insight I understood what had happened. This was like a war to him. Having conquered my soul he now enjoyed his plunder.

He entangled himself and firmly lowered my face between his legs. Even while it was limp the penis was thick and ugly. I could not bring myself to do what he wanted me to do. I struggled against the grip on my hair. To my surprise he gently pulled me up, "There are skills a king's courtesan has to learn. But I will let you take the time to learn this." He kissed me again and in locked in an embrace we drifted off to sleep."

I woke alone on the majestic bed. As I stepped out of the hall Tabitha appeared before me, " Shall we start your training today?"

"Training?"

"There are skills a king's courtesan needs to learn." She smiled and beckoned for me to follow her. She led me to a room and a woman sat on the bed. As she saw us she rose and came towards us. She was sultry and exotic in every way. She wore necklaces, bangles and bracelets but on her this jewellery seemed to belong. She embraced Tabitha and to my surprise they kissed each other. The raw sexual intensity in this world was amazing. Everything here was alive and vibrant. I felt a sudden pang of sorrow as I realized how the so-called civilization had wiped out a kaleidoscope and left behind only a gray colour.

Tabitha turned to me, "Vrindha is the royal dancer. She will teach you the feminine moves which excite and captivate men." She left the room.

Vrindha quietly scanned my features, "So beautiful. But never lose that fire in you eyes." She now kissed me gently. He hands fondled my butt and breasts. She slowly moved away and handed me two silver anklets. I put them on. Vrindha smiled, " You are truly gorgeous. But remember. A dancer does not captivate merely by her looks. It is the passion and fire, which has the ability to bewitch crowds. And this passion does will never come alive if you dance for the crowd. Dance for yourself alone and it shall set you free." And the ancient dance instructions began. The moves were extremely strenuous and required a remarkable amount of mental and physical stamina. And that morning I felt freer than at anytime in my life. As I danced my anklets and bangles seemed to create a rhythm of their own. My legs moved freely with ease and without inhibition. I felt truly feminine. I danced for what appeared to be hours. I finally collapsed in pleasurably exhaustion. My bosom heaved and sweat poured down my face and breasts..

Vrindha lay besides me, "You have a gift which is rare. An ability to shatter all inhibitions at will."

I clasped her hand. "Thank you", was all I could whisper. Vrindha said nothing as she moved over my body. Our fingers interlocked and she licked the sweat of my face. I kissed her and felt poetry come alive. This was in complete contrast with the primitive and savage love making with the emperor. This was something beautiful. I had sex with the emperor but made live to this amazing woman. Her mouth gently unclasped my blouse. My nipples where a deep shade of pink and erect. She gently sucked them one at a time. Her tongue continued it trip to my naval and finally reached my womanhood. She licked and sucked my vagina. I trembled with pleasure. The feel was electric. I no longer felt like a stranger to the body or time.

 

 

It was evening when I returned to my room. Tabitha was lying on the couch. She wore a black outfit. She smiled as she saw me, "Vrindha says you are a natural dancer. But there are other things which have to be learnt. Kneel before me and kiss my feet. You have to learn humility." I knelt and slowly kissed her feet.

Tabitha clapped her hand. I heard footsteps behind me. "Turn around", she commanded

A powerful black man stood behind me. He was monstrous to look at. He was over seven feet tall. His arms appeared to have been forged of iron.

Tabitha smiled, "Now do to him what you would not do for the emperor".

I hesitated. Tabitha twisted my hair forcing my face around and slapped me hard. I fell back in surprise. Tabitha did not let go of her grip and slapped me again. And again. Tears began to flow from my eyes. I could not believe this was happening to me. I could never recall having cried before.

"Now undress Achmed." She commanded.

I opened his tunic and watched it fall away. His cock was monstrous. It appeared to be ten feet tall. I timidly held it in my fingers and kissed it slowly. I tentatively circled my mouth around it. He suddenly grew in my mouth. I gagged but Tabitha's grip stopped me from pulling back. I forced myself to slowly suck the penis. The man moaned with pleasure. Encouraged I took more of the erection in my mouth and increased the tempo of my blowjob. As Achmed's moans grew louder I grew more excited. He suddenly came in a rush. My mouth was filled with his semen.

Tabitha ordered, "Do not swallow it."

She leaned forward and slowly kissed me forcing her tongue into my mouth. She sucked and tasted the semen still in my mouth. We remained locked in the kiss for an eternity. Tabitha smiled, " Now for the next lesson."

She motioned Achmed to lie down with a glance.

Tabitha continued to instruct me "A courtesan has to tantalize. She is no whore. She is a lover. She is the lover. You have to enjoy the body. You will spend the afternoon enjoying his body. Do with it whatever you please. But he cannot enter you. That right is reserved."

I tentatively walked over to Achmed and gently sat on his lap. My mouth sucked his nipples gently one at a time. Achmed moaned with pleasure but did not act out in any way. He lay still as my arms and lips caressed his magnificent body. I kissed his face and explored his mouth with mine. To my surprise and pleasure his organ was completely erect. I suddenly drew away much to his frustration. I slowly and sensuously stripped the sari of my body. His eyes were glued and his erection appeared to be painful. I was now enjoying myself thoroughly. My power over this man was complete. I walked back towards him and lay on top of him. I continued to love him throughout the afternoon and without allowing him to enter me. Suddenly I felt a gentle orgasm move through my body. And another. I finally made to move away and saw the anguish in his eyes.

I kissed him deeply, "Poor Achmed. I will not let you suffer."

I moved my mouth toward the amazing pole between his legs. I firmly caught the base. and gently licked along the length. I kissed, sucked and slurped until he came in a rush. This time I drank it all by myself and walked out of the hall.

It was dusk as I stepped out to the cool evening air. I felt like I was in the middle of a dream. A clash of steel suddenly broke me out of my reverie. It was Tabitha. She held a long broadsword and locked in a duel with a man. Their styles were a study in contrast. The man's strokes were quick, powerful and brutal. Tabitha was smooth, graceful and seemed to move almost at a slow motion. It was amazing. With the golden bracelets and necklace flashing in the lamplight she appeared to be a goddess locked in a dance of death. The man's sword moved at lightning speed but every stroke missed Tabitha by millimeters. The man's movements were no longer controlled. This was no longer a friendly fight. Frustrated he lunged, tripped over her feet and lay with her sword at her throat. He lay motionless for a moment and suddenly with a look of disgust stood up and strode away.

I whispered, "That was amazing."

Tabitha looked around and smiled, "A great warrior is always a poet rather than a barbarian. Grace conquers savagery. Love conquers brutality. It brings all forces into a strange harmony that power and anger can never penetrate."

I understood what she meant. Through out the fight she seemed to be within a zone of peace and comfort. There had been no hint of fear, hate or anger.

"Will you teach me?" I asked

She tossed me a sword in reply.

The emperor was away for the next two months. These were also the two most exciting weeks of my life. I filled the days with dancing, horseback riding and swordplay. My muscles were nicely toned and I noted with surprise that my body was physically superior to the one I had as a man. I had not realized what the routine of junk food, movies even with the regular hour of squash was actually killing me softly from the inside. Here I learnt how it felt to be truly alive. It was strange. Everything in history suggested that women in this age were completely emancipated. But now I had full freedom to master any skills, which I wished without any prejudice of gender.

And there was Achmed. Very strangely he was the one person I trusted instinctively. His body was huge and fearsome but his face had a strange gentleness. I continued to practice my love making skills on his body. I learnt that he was once a ship builder before he his restless spirit pushed embarked on a long voyage. He was now more than a royal guard he was a confidant of the emperor and a friend of Tabitha.

I had just finished a fierce session of swordplay and was breathing deeply attempting to regain my composure.

A quiet but strong voice spoke, "A lot of passion went into the fight but war cannot be claimed by the power of heart alone."

I turned around see a face, which appeared ageless and full of contradictions. Gentle and ruthless at once the man with a single lock of hair from his bald scalp stood before me.

I asked, "Without passion what would you fight for?"

He smiled, "Passion is for the soldiers. It provides the strength to win battles. But the strategos has to be rid of all emotion and feeling. These cloud the judgment of the mind. And where passion wins the battle, the mind wins the war."

"I will keep that in mind."

I heard another voice, "Kautilya, I need a moment."

It was the emperor but I was too stunned to react. This was Kautilya the greatest of strategists in the Indian history. The author of Arthashastra, the bible of administration. I gazed at him in awe. And much too my embarrassment I began to wonder how he would be in bed. I was confused. I was a man by nature and birth. I still retained my attraction to women. I felt it as I made love to Vrindha. And now as I met the greatest of scholars my only thoughts were to make love to him. I needed to get away. But the hands, which encircled my waist from behind, prevented me from doing so. The emperor's mouth nuzzled the nape of my neck and earlobes. He turned me around, "You will dance for me tonight." I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to be taken. I impetuously reached forth and kissed the emperor fiercely. The emperor returned the kiss for a moment and pulled himself away in surprise. I felt myself blush as with embarrassment and desire. I bowed to touch the emperor's feet and quickly retreated to the confines of my chamber. As I retreated I heard the king roar with laughter.

The hall was spectacular in conception and design. It was a circular structure and soft auburn cushions were set on the floor around the room. Four beautifully carved fountains were place at equal distance along the walls. The fountains created a soft cool spray of water to constantly fill the hall. Erotic carvings covered the walls. The lamps were perfectly placed to lend an amazing aura to the room.

The emperor was seated in one of the cushions with a golden cup filled with wine. He was cleanly shaven and his face had a youthful charm about it. Tabitha stood by his side. She wore a red sari and held a sword by her side. She was still the guard. Mellow music filled the room. I stepped out of one of the fountains. My wet skin gleamed in the lamplight. I wore a parrot green sari and on of my shoulders was left bare. I wore silver bracelets on either arm. I wore a thin gold necklace and the earring provided by Dr. Livingstone. The sari was wet and my nipples were clearly visible through it. My anklet made soft music of their own. The sound of the emperor catching his breath was strangely gratifying. I would have admonished myself for the thought but the atmosphere seemed dissolve my inhibitions.

I gently swayed to the music. My breast slowly heaved to the rhythm. I walked slowly before my emperor. The music slowly picked up the pace and before I knew it I moved to a tremendous rhythm. I kept my eyes locked on the emperor. He was my man. I belonged to him. I was moving at an amazing pace. The music was intoxicating and I lost myself to it. My feet seemed to have a will of their own. The emperor was mesmerized. The wine in his hand remained untouched. Dancing I moved in front of the emperor. A strong hand caught my leg and the music faithfully slowed down to a gentle beat. The emperor gently caressed my legs. I stood submissively before him. His hands moved up to my small firm buttocks and caressed it. The sensation was too exquisite on the first to bear. I wished that he would turn into the savage I met on the first day. But to my disappointment he drew his hands away. The pace of the music instinctively picked up. I moved in a frenzy trying to burn out the sexual frustration which filled me. Suddenly the emperor caught my arms and pulled me onto his lap. I quietly lay in his embrace to exhausted to react. He brought the wine to my scarlet lips and I slowly sipped it.

He brought his lips to mine and probed every inch of my mouth. With a sudden tug he undraped my sari and exposed my breasts. He cupped my left breast and sucked my nipples. I moaned in ecstasy. I lost complete control over the happening. With an effort I gently pushed my emperor away. I swiftly loosened his garments and watched them fall away. His erection was strong and powerful. I gently spread my legs and felt anticipation wash over me. The emperor slowly lowered himself on me and stopped just short of entering me. The pain was more than I could stand. The emperor suddenly stood up and walked away, leaving me quivering with desire.

  

  

  

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