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A Hawaiian in Time: A Tale from the Unusual Universe — Part I

Note: This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and situations. It is not for (and shouldn’t be read by) those less than 18 years old. Also, remember that this is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. Hypnosis does not work this way. Mind control like this is not possible. Don’t try this at home, but feel free to enjoy the story.

The entire story is dedicated to those who fought and died in the Pearl Harbour Attack on December 7, 1941, and for the victims of Imperial Japan generally. May they always be remembered.

P.S. I wrote this story as a happier counterpart to Anynom’s Independence Day. I appreciate comments and feedback on this story (my story) in particular.

Part I

1.

Why do bad things happen to good people? Koa Kaleohano thought.

More specifically why did such an awful thing have to happen to her and have to happen now? Last week, Koa had defended her PHD Thesis before the University of Oahu’s history department. She had done an excellent job and felt there was a good chance of her thesis being accepted and published. This in turn would allow her to become a history professor in any school in the nation.

However, that was not the bad thing. The bad thing was the phone call from the Keith Nabors Memorial Hospital her doctor, Ted Petrie did mince words. You see, in the months leading up to her thesis defence, Koa had been experiencing intense migraines. The migraines were intermittent but the pain they caused was unimaginably excruciating. She tried aspirin, extra-strength Tylenol, and even the dreaded Quaaludes that had been outlawed by the federal government (she purchased them secretly). Only the last of them provided any serious relief and they were expensive and hard to come by. Then she got the really bad news. Indeed, the worst news of her life. Just after she finished defending her thesis, she got another call from Dr. Petrie. They had done tests and it turns out those migraines were caused by a small but growing malignant tumour behind Koa’s skull. She had to have it operated on soon as possible. If left untreated, she’d only have six more months to live. Moreover, the insurance company sure was dragging its feet on this, and she had spent most of her savings in her quest to obtain her doctrate. Koa was at a loss for what to do. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and there was a throbbing pain in her head.

Her sad condition was just the opposite of the world around her today. It was warm and sunny with a nice little breeze in the air. Koa was dressed for the weather wearing a light blue short sleeved dress with a nice black leather belt around her waist and beige ballet shoes on her feet. She had the same light brown skin common to many Hawaiians and small black eyes. Her silky shoulder length black hair topped it all off. Indeed, Koa looked beautiful even when she was crying in pain. She also had one of those new wheeled backpacks with her (it contained some food, money, her medication, other important items and an antique hand mirror. The hand mirror was a special gift from her grandparents meant to bring her good luck. She wondered if she had broken the mirror and if that was why her luck was so bad now.

She was so busy thinking about her medical predicament, that she did not see the car barrelling across the street when she s tepped into the road. She managed to turn her head and saw the metal menace coming right forward. She screamed. A flash of light filled her vision as everything around her disappeared.

Now, the reader may be thinking that this is a very sad (and inconclusive) way to end a story, but it’s not the end. It’s only the beginning. Koa has begun a new adventure. An adventure in the Unusual Universe...

2.

Koa groaned. What happened? The last thing she remembered was the car coming toward her. Then everything went black. She pick ed herself up and tried to get her bearings. All she saw was a dirt road with guardrails around it and an arrow pointing to some place called Tulane All the pain in her head had disappeared. Had the tumour disappeared as well? Koa was confused. Was she dead? Was she in shock? What was going on? Then she felt it: the wind, the cold, and the snow.

The environment was freezing and Koa (still in her dress and holding her backpack) was particularly exposed to the elements. Koa began to shiver. That means there was good news and bad news. The good news was that she was still alive. The bad news was if that she did not find shelter soon, she would get frostbite or even die of hypothermia. Great, Koa, thought sarcastically. I survived a car accident and a cancerous tumour only to freeze to death on a deserted road. Then she heard it: the sound of a horn. A car soon came into view. It was a long black car with a white square hood. A brown haired man in a white suit and black porkpie hat was driving it. Koa had to get the driver’s attention. Her life literally depended on it.

“Help Mr! Please help me!” Koa shouted at the top of her voice. She waved her arms and stomped her feet. It looked as if the he was going to pass her by when his car suddenly stopped in front of her. He got out.

“What’s going on,” he said annoyed. “Why do you need help?”

“I’m lost, freezing and I don’t know where I am. I need shelter! Please,” Koa said truthfully.

“I see,” said the man, who spoke with a noticeable accent she couldn’t quite place. Get into my car. I’ll take somewhere you can warm up.” My name’s Harold Fahey, by the way. Please address me as Mr. Fahey. What’s your name dear? ”

“Koa,” she said extending her hand. “Koa Kaleohano.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mr. Fahey said. “We don’t get many women named Koa here. Are you from around here?”

“No,” Koa said. “Definitely not, I am from Hawaii. I don’t mean to be rude by where exactly are we?” Koa asked.

“We’re in Tulane, California,” he answered.

“What’s today’s date? What year is this?”

Mr. Fahey looked puzzled. The cold weather must be affecting her brain, he thought. “It’s December 1, 1942. It’s been almost a year since that attack on Pearl Harbour. Did you make it out okay?”

“I wasn’t there when it happened, so yes I did” she said.

“I see. Well, the good news is that my place is secure you won’t have to worry about any Japense or Germans there.”

“That’s good,” Koa said as she laughed nervously.

3.

After a few more minutes of driving they arrived at Mr. Fahey’s home. What a home it was. It was a small-scale mansion with six bedrooms, indoor plumbing, a kitchen and dining room, a home bookshelf a kitchen stocked full of food, and even a television set that was operated by remote control (high-technology back then). There were other amenities, too.

Mr. Fahey also introduced Koa to the rest of his family. Mother Alma, little brother George, and sisters Annie and Stella (the latter sister was married, pregnant, and soon to change her last name to Nabors). Harold’s father Howard Fahey was currently doing work for American Intelligence Services. However, he would soon be sent on leave so he could join his family for Christmas. Rounding off the residents was Irene Do, their live-in housekeeper and cook.

“Welcome to my home!” Harold said warmly. ‘We are more than happy to take care of you till you can get back on her feet, right family?”

“Right!” The family hooted in unison.

4.

Koa didn’t know why or how she has been sent back in time. Was she supposed to complete a secret mission? Did she need to meet a long lost relative? Or could that car have really hit her, killed her, this being a dying dream of hers? Koa felt that she was fitting in nicely with the Fahey family. She had been allowed to stay in one of their spare bedrooms. She had put away her blue dress and had accepted the uniform they had given to her. The uniform was a black dress with a white collar , black tights that covered the area from her waist to her toes and shiny black dress shoes. A little dowdy, Koa thought, but she had to remember where and when she was. She happily helped with household duties (she saw this as her way of paying back the Fahey family for letting her stay here). She was basically Irene Do’s assistant.

Koa thought Irene was a nice enough woman. She was a Vietnamese national who had immigrated to the United States in 1937. One thing led to another and she had been hired as the Fahey’s housekeeper. She spoke fairly good English, though she did stumble occasionally and often had to have words repeated to her. However, she was also quite taciturn with Koa, speaking in short sentences and declining social events with her whenever she could.

Maybe she was just uncomfortable around a new face or wary because of the internment that was going on. Yes, Irene was Vietnamese, but for many, non-Asian all East Asian people looked the same and some people wanted to prove their patriotism by “getting the Japs.” Indeed, there was even an internment camp not far from where Koa lived called Tule Lake that held Japanese citizens without trial or any conclusive proof. Granted, Germans and Italians had also been interned, the internment camps were in no way equivalent to Nazi death camps, and there was intelligence indicating that there were Japanese-American saboteurs and collaborators.

However, this didn’t make the internment experience any less harsh for all the good and loyal Americans who were interned simply because they happened to share the ancestry of America’s current enemies. Many of them had to sell cherished property at rock-bottom prices. Some non-Japanese Asians were probably caught up in the net (whether or not one believed that net should have been cast in the first place). Maybe that was why.

Whatever the reason Irene seemed oddly taciturn around her. She also had another peculiar tendency: every day around 6:00 or 7:00 PM Irene would exit the house and go somewhere, sometimes without telling anyone. This usually meant Koa was saddled with more work. She grumbled a little, but didn’t verbalize her complaints. Anytime she asked Irene about this she politely but firmly told her to mind her own business. Despite a nagging feeling, Koa did not inquire any further.

This all changed, however, when Annie and Stella began to do the same thing. Moreover, whenever they did this, they always had blank looks on their faces. Their speech was also terse and monotonous. Koa thought—no wait, Koa knew—something fishy was going on. She resolved to get to the bottom of this.

The next night, Koa was ready. She finished her housework early. When Irene (and soon after Annie and Stella) went outside she followed them, She wore a cloak to protect against the cold. She carried a flashlight and kept her grandmother’s mirror in her pocket for good luck. She also had her battery powered Smartphone to collect evidence. Koa followed the two women from a distance. She was able to keep sight of them while remaining inconspicuous. It turns out that they went to a cabin (which doubled as a storage facility) at the far end of the home’s backyard. She crept to the back and looked through the window. Then she saw something. At first she couldn’t believe her eyes. Then she couldn’t deny them. She saw Annie, Stella, and Irene, all naked and having a sexual threesome! What was going on?

5.

Irene Do smiled evilly. Well, Irene Do was her undercover name. She was actually Hayumi Dohihara. Yes, that’s right. She was not Vietnamese, but Japanese. She was not related to Japanese general Kenji Dohihara, though she greatly admired his work. She hoped he admired hers. She was a skilled assassin, spy, and scientist. She was also skilled in the art of mesmerism. The two naked and copulating American bitches before her proved that. Thanks to her military training all it took was her mesmerizing stare, a little talking, and a Japanese incantation “Watashi no kanri-ka ni aru” (you are under my control) followed by a “Banzai!” for the Emperor. Then they would do anything she told them...anything.

She looked on to see what the current “anything” was. Annie and Stella were rolling around on the cabin floor kissing each other. Both were quite attractive. Annie had bright red hair fair complexion, a cute little nose, a svelte figure, small breasts and long legs. Stella on the other hand, was blond, quite stout (obviously due to her pregnancy) athletic, with large muscles. He legs were long and resembled tree trunks. Hayumi had an amazing body (under all her work clothes). It was lean without being too skinny. Like Stella’s, it sported a pair of big breasts.

Speaking of Annie and Stella, the two were rolling around on the floor kissing each other full on the mouth. Stella’s big breasts were pushing against Annie’s small ones. While Hayumi had taken the two many times before (not that they knew this), she couldn’t help but rejoin the fun. She smacked the two woman on their asses, causing them to disengage

“Ladies,” Hayumi intoned. “You have done well pleasuring each other. You will now pleasure me once more. Do you understand?”

“Hai, Aijin,” (yes mistress) the two said in unison.

“Excellent,” Hayumi said. “Now get to it.”

“Hai, Aijin,” came the reply in stereo. Annie ran towards Hayumi while Stella waddled. Hayumi told Annie to kiss her on the mouth, while Stella was made to eat Hayumi out, licking her dark bush thoroughly. The combined weight and width of her two brainwashed beauties caused Hayumi to fall to the floor.

“Oops,” Hayumi said. Then she smiled evilly and kicked Stella in the stomach.

“Stella, stay completely still.” Hayumi ordered.

“Hai, Aijin,” Stella responded.

She kicked Stella in the stomach again. Then she did it for a third time. Stella groaned in pain. Stella smiled. Her ultimate plan was underway: kick and copulate with Stella so much that she will lose her baby devastating the family, especially Stella’s father, not to mention her future husband. In their weakened states it would be easier to hypnotized them and get them to reveal key intelligence. Maybe she could even break out the spies and soldiers interned at Tule Lake (yes, there were Japanese-Americans who sided with their original homeland).

Bang!

What was that? Hayumi thought. Then she heard some rustling. Then she realized it: someone was following them! It was probably that Koa woman, always snooping around ever since she had been allowed to stay with the family. Well, Hayumi would make sure that all future snooping she did would benefit the Emperor.

“Slaves,” she said to Annie and Stella, “I heard a noise and am going to investigate. You’ll both fall into a deep sleep that will last until I touch your respective shoulders to wake you. Do you understand?”

“Hai, Aijin,” the two said in unison. Hayumi sprinted out of the cabin to confront the Hawaiian busybody.

To be Continued