Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 18
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Inspired by the world created in ElSol’s The Master’s Ring, begins my story set 19 years later. The great purge is ending. A new generation is growing towards adulthood. Since ElSol proclaimed he would never finish his masterpiece, I am striving to expand his world with my own science fiction spin(respectfully). This is absolutely not a sequel, just my reimagining of ElSol's world I so enjoyed. Chapter lengths vary widely. This is intended to be a long continuing story.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Science Fiction Paranormal Incest Mother Son Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Harem White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
Doris Alex awoke before dawn with a horrible headache. We all were worried we had gone too far with one last night of Molly’s baby scene. Was the headache because of last night’s magic milk? Regardless, this was a final warning that it had to stop.
The pain on Doris Alex’s face did not hide her youthful reality. She was now twenty-one, or a little younger. Before we were off to school, Doris Alex had rebounded strongly. Headache gone. With a smile on her face as Maggie showed her the new custom-made sexy French maid outfits that had arrived.
Maggie was in cuddle position as I backed the truck out of the garage. Molly was on the passenger-side door. This morning both of them had brought their skirts up to their waists, sitting with their naked asses on the cold leather seats. “Oh, I got a message that Mark needs a ride this morning, so we are stopping by his house.”
“Brother!” they both shouted.
“And you will not lower those skirts, understand?”
“Brother!” they both squirmed.
“Understand?”
After a momentary pause, I got my, “Yes, Brother.”
They looked stressed as I pulled up in front of Mark’s house. Then I laughed as I pulled away from the curb, “I got you both! Did you really think I would do that to you?”
“Yes! You are so cruel.” Maggie said as she punched me in the arm. It hurt. I rubbed my arm as I looked at Molly; she was relieved. It was still funny to me. But damn, Maggie was right. I am a sadist.
Pulling into a parking space this morning, I saw Hanna nearby. No Mark. Oh, this may be great timing, I thought. “Girls, don’t lower your skirts if Hanna comes to the window. She should see what she might get into. And Molly, roll the window down.”
“Yes, Brother,” they said. Surprisingly, they appeared to understand why.
As I hoped, Hanna came right up to the passenger window. I was glad my truck had side-step rails, which Hanna used to jump up and stick her head into the window. “I’m so embarrassed. Last night’s Halloween story is spreading fast. Including our scene in the truck...” Hanna bubbled. Then froze, looking down at Maggie and Molly’s exposed pubic areas.
“Hi, fourth girlfriend, are we on for tonight at six-thirty?”
Hanna’s eyes stayed captured by the display, but squeaked out a “Yes.”
“Excellent, and this is just a reminder, my girlfriends don’t wear panties or bras. So, wear a nice dress for dinner out.” I grinned across at her.
“Of course, Master ... err ... Sir ... I mean Z. Oh my gawd, what am I to call you now?”
“A little flustered, are we? All three work, Hanna. And girls, skirts down,” I said, smiling and watching Mark approaching fast.
Maggie and Molly bounced up, sliding the skirts down just in time. Yep, I’m a sadist. But I wondered how much wetness I had caused this morning.
We rushed home after another boring day of school to check on Doris Alex. Thankfully; she was bright and cheerful, wearing one of the custom French maid outfits and busy dusting the woodwork. It was hard to tear my eyes away from her exposed nipples. Her pussy and ass flashed into view as she walked. Looking at her face, and then back at her body, she definitely is my red-haired goddess. No longer second to the twins.
Molly and Maggie dressed me for my date. I indulged them as they no longer had Doris Alex to baby. I still didn’t know where I was going on this date. Maggie gave me her patented smile and assured me she had handled everything. Dressed in black again. I had felt great when we all went out for dinner last week. I felt fantastic again. Maggie takes such good care of me. She shooed me off to the limo, and I rode up to the very top of the hill. Thick pine tree woods. There was a well-hidden drive I had never seen before, then on to a gate, with a house hidden further back among the pines.
“Damn, Hanna lives here? This is a mansion inside an upper-middle class subdivision.”
The voice in my mind was now interested. I jumped out the door, but Hanna met me on the walkway. There would be no meeting the parents, at least not at the beginning. Stunning was an understatement. She wore a V-collar black mini dress that molded to her curves and showed a moderate amount of cleavage. It also looked very easy to slide down and take off.
As I let Hanna into the limo and closed the door, she asked. “Where are we eating, boyfriend?”
“Someplace special, Hanna. Not calling me Sir or Master now?”
“Oh, I absolutely will if I am yours.”
I smiled back at her and said, “It could happen!”
The limo driver seemed to know where to go. Which was good. I had no clue. He could have been driving in circles for all I knew. But after thirty minutes, taking back roads, he pulled up at a large country estate with minor exterior lighting on a cloudy, dark-sky night. It did not appear to be a commercial restaurant at all. Zero advertising signs. More, a stately old large two-story house in the country. As the limo driver opened the door, a young woman met us. “Good evening, Mr Cochran and Hanna. My name is Gwen. I will tell your driver when you are ready to leave. The service included everything, including very generous tips. I will be at your service tonight. Please follow me.”
A series of two story high pillars dressed up the front, reminding me of an antebellum mansion from the South. Right here in Oregon. She led us through the massive front door. I briefly spotted a bar and social area with a smattering of well-dressed businessmen types and elegant women. She whisked us up a secluded staircase, down a long hallway and into a private room. Everywhere, the rich wood construction was clear. An elegantly set table for two greeted our eyes. Fresh red roses were on the table. With china and place settings. A magnum of champagne chilled in ice on a nearby stand. A real fireplace crackled pleasantly against the far wall, with a plush couch facing the fire.
The young woman attending to us dressed professionally. Not competing with my date. She pulled out Hanna’s chair, then helped seat me as well. “I will be the only person you see tonight. This room is yours for the entire evening. After your dinner arrives, if you need anything, please just press the red button on the table or on the coffee table next to the couch, and I will be here immediately. Otherwise, you shall have absolute privacy.”
“Your valet has recommended a seafood multi-course menu. All of which was caught fresh this morning. She believed they would all be favorites of Hanna. Shall we proceed, or would you prefer to see a menu of other fantastic dishes we can prepare?”
We took her recommendation and were not disappointed. A modern take on cherries jubilee topped off our exquisite meal. Our server refilled our champagne, moved the magnum to a spot near the couch and fireplace, and pointed out the private restroom behind another rich wood door, turned on the red light buttons and said, “Enjoy!”
Hanna bubbled on and on. How had someone known all her absolute favorites? Never had she tasted such amazing preparations. The room. The service. I continued mentally to thank Maggie. I raised my hand, giving the stop sign. Picked up our tulip-shaped champagne glasses and walked to the couch. “Come, Hanna.”
She walked over and began to sit. I said, “Wait.”
As she stood expectantly, I asked her, “Do you want to be trained as my other girlfriends are?”
“Yes, please, Sir!”
“Naked now.”
“Right here, Sir?”
“Did you miss Gwen’s ‘absolute privacy’ comment?”
“No, Sir.”
She began to remove her black 4-inch heels. “No, those can stay.”
Her dress slid down, and she was naked. She had worn no bra, no panties. “Good girl!” I praised.
“Now, whenever I say ‘naked and present’, you shall immediately remove your clothes and stand facing me, legs spread slightly, hands under your tits, lifting and presenting them to me.”
She immediately complied. Dark hair, dark eyes, her areolae were a little pinker than I had expected, but made sense with her paler than usual skin for a person of Japanese descent. B-cup breasts and erect nipples stood proud. Dark, full pubic hair.
“Come closer, Hanna. Are you turned on?”
“Yes, Sir, and Yes, Sir.”
She stood inches away. I slide my hand between her legs, one finger lightly running between her lips, then pushing in slightly, my finger wet. “Indeed, you are.”
I continued, “I like my girlfriends bare. You will shave it smooth and keep it that way.”
“Yes, Sir, I hope I don’t cut myself.”
“Oh, Hanna, I understand. When we head home, we shall stop by my house and have Molly and Maggie shave you.”
She trembled, but behind the fear and embarrassment was something else. “Hanna, does it turn you on to think of the twins shaving you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you still want to be my girlfriend?”
“More than ever, Sir.”
“Have you ever stood naked in front of a man?
“No, Sir, not in real life.
“Wait, what? Not in real life?”
“Sorry, Sir. I spend a lot of time in Second Life.”
Tumblers in my mind aligned. A door unlocked. Hanna was being revealed. She was such a contradiction. Sweet, innocent. Yet quick to call me Master and Sir. She was leading a double life, perhaps. One being a deep fantasy.
“Hanna, have you ever had an actual boyfriend?”
“No, Sir. At least not for long. My father would not allow it.”
“And yet, here you are. With me tonight.”
“My parents are in San Francisco this weekend. And I ditched my family assistant.”
Hanna held her pose well. Hands still presenting her breasts, legs spread, she trembled. “Please come sit with me, Hanna. Relax.”
As she sat, I pulled her close and stroked her shoulder. “You are almost eighteen and have a nanny?”
A tear appeared, then another. Running down her cheek. “My father is very protective. School, Maggie, Molly and the rest have been a lifeline for me. Spending so much time with them in the last two years. My father bought a house here to give me a normal life. But I have still been sheltered. Any boyfriend was ... discouraged quickly.”
“How so?”
Hanna shrugged in my arms. “My father is rich and powerful.”
“And yet, I have not been ... discouraged yet?”
“Weird, isn’t it? I have talked about you with my parents. Being Maggie’s boyfriend, being my friend. But I think they know I feel more. But they have been strangely silent. They warned me to be careful of Justin. Even Mark.” She giggled. “But you ... nothing.”
“Hmm. And so you have spent a great deal of time alone on your computer in Second Life?”
“Yes, Sir. I can have a whole different life there.”
I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and sighed heavily. “The dark side of technology has fucked up the lives of so many kids. That virtual life is not real, Hanna. And can be dangerous.”
“But it is very real for me.”
“You have a Master there?”
“Three so far.”
“And you have sex there?”
“Hundreds of times!”
“And you are deep into BDSM there?”
“I am a sub, I have been a slave. Tons of kneeling, being spanked, whipped. Caged. And sex every way possible. And in a lot of ways probably not possible.”
I sighed yet again. “Hanna, can you give up your fantasy life?”
“Sir, I know I would ... for you.”
“No, Hanna for you. There is a whole huge life here. A real one. I doubt most people our age have any use for this crap in virtual worlds because real life is so much better. You will be eighteen soon; so your father will have to stop messing with your real life. I don’t blame him. I understand the desire to protect you. But it is counterproductive now.”
“But he is so powerful.”
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