Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 38
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 38 - 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. Only posted here on SOL.
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 Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
“What? I have a FaceTime call from Medea? How can that be?” I looked at my phone. “How is she even in my contacts?”
“All this wild shit, and you wonder how a computer made it into your phone contacts? Answer it!” Doris Alex jumped up and hustled behind me.
We were having dinner out on the veranda. Another perfect Caribbean beach sunset coloring the sky red and orange. The salt water and flower scent in the breeze, competing with a spicy dinner of red snapper with Creole sauce and spicy crab cakes. Lisa was playing Bleachers albums on the stereo. I had never heard of them. Pleasant music, and surprising how different my Sibling’s musical tastes are. One song I had Lisa play several times, Rollercoaster, and we all danced to it. Reminded me so much of the twins and our crazy story so far.
So I answered the phone. A dark-haired young woman’s face appeared. Beautiful, but eerie in a way I could not quite place. And fuck! She was standing in the white dungeon below us with the Harem Ferris Wheel in the background. Was she real or computer-generated?
“Z, I hope you will come back down tonight. When you do, can you please bring Little Red choo-choo with you?”
“Uh, sure I can do that.” I replied.
“Even though she is a toy, I know she provides you with some counsel. Her medical background might help with our discussion.”
“Okay, till later tonight then.”
Doris Alex had been leaning over my shoulder, watching Medea, or whoever or whatever she was. I turned my head to Doris Alex. “I think she complimented you in a backhanded way.”
“Fucking bitch!” was Doris Alex’s only response. All my Siblings had run behind Doris Alex and me to get a glimpse of Medea during the brief conversation.
“Am I the only one who thought she looked scary?” asked Teresa.
The vibe on the veranda was slow to recover. We had collectively experienced a rollercoaster of emotions from my loud morning BDSM games with Doris Alex and Hanna, to the reveal of the bizarre and powerful dungeon with an artificial intelligence entity, to the heavy play with all my Siblings at the car wash and on the HFW. Dinner on the veranda had been a beautiful reset.
Molly took control of the stereo and fired up some Red Hot Chili Peppers. Dancing ensued, and I wandered off to make an encrypted call to Nate.
“Don’t worry, Z, everything is going according to plan.” Nate said, in a surprisingly upbeat voice.
“You have got to be joking. Did the Brotherhood plan all this? From the very first, when you gave us this vacation trip?”
Nate laughed. “Okay, we are on like Plan G right now. But it could not have turned out better!”
“Is the technology we saw today the Brotherhood?”
“Outside the Brotherhood, but we are forming an alliance. And you are now central to its success.”
“They seem to know a lot about us?”
“Yes, we have shared most everything. We’ll have a long talk when you get home. But one thing we have not shared ... is anything related to the twin’s ... uh ... transportation powers. Keep that a secret for now.”
“So ... they know all about the Brotherhood? And that Doris Alex is a thirty-eight-year-old doctor? All that?”
“Yes, and they have shared the same with us. This won’t be a merger; there are cultural differences. But it may creep towards that. For now, contact will remain limited to our council and theirs.”
“Err, what cultural differences?”
“Things like ... they are male-dominant. All their Brothers are called Masters. Their Siblings are called submissives or toys, and they are all female. Their females are less independent than ours.
“A vast difference is their technology. They are light-years ahead of us.
“And they have a ... benefactor that we don’t have yet.”
“Oh, and what does this benefactor provide?” I asked.
“We believe ... technology, maybe some protection.”
“Hmm,” I asked, “What makes them interested in us?”
“Many things, we have the money and influence advantage. That could combine well with their vastly superior technology. They’d like to see their culture move more towards ours. And our enemies are their enemies.”
“So what is holding all this up?”
“Trust and culture. We could do a lot of damage to each other, as we have already shared so much. Both councils also have members whose support is ... tepid at best.”
“You said I am central to all this? You also said contact would be at the council level only? How does this make sense?”
“Back to trust. They trust you. We trust you. Your role with the twins fascinates them too. The technology you have seen, and yet to see ... we will install it underneath your estate. It was going to be out East, but you have made us change plans.”
“How?”
“For over a thousand years, Sibling ranking has been a thorn in our side. With your fresh approach to your Siblings, you may change it across the Brotherhood.”
“I have done that for our small group. Adding ten or twenty Oregon Siblings and this ranking scheme may reemerge with a vengeance.”
“Perhaps. Let’s see what you think tomorrow.”
Strange conversation with Nate. He sounded so positive, but I could not help but wonder if he was stirring up controversy on his council. This all seemed like such a risky move for a two thousand year old secret society. From my understanding, the Brotherhood did not deal well with change. And they had gone through a great deal over the last couple of decades.
My current role was only through whatever Medea is. The dungeon seemed less like fantastic fun, and more like high-stakes diplomacy hidden behind a computer. Okay, maybe an overreaction. The dungeon should be great fun.
The plan was to just bring Doris Alex down below in her current bikini and coverup, but the conversation with Nate made me reconsider. I wandered back to the veranda to find no one there. They were all out in the infinity pool, floating on silly animal rafts. Where had all these come from? Hanna and Molly were together and kissing on a huge yellow ducky, Maggie on an alligator, Teresa on a unicorn horse, Lisa on a pelican, and Doris Alex ... sitting in a pool chair. All were naked except my red-haired beauty, who still had her bikini on.
“I was waiting for you, Z, in case we were going downstairs.” She looked curiously at the cuffs and leash in my hands.
“Yes, bikini off, my little red choo-choo.” I cuffed her behind her back and attached the leash, but I held her by the arm as we walked. The last thing I’d want is for her to trip and face-plant on the cement without her being able to catch herself.
Doing the pressure plate dance, through the door and down the stairs, lights blinking on, before we hit the last step, “Hello Z and Little Red choo-choo,” came the disembodied voice.
Doris Alex stuck her tongue out ... at the nothingness. “Let’s see ya, Medea, wherever you are.” I called.
A drawer opened on the wall next to the stairs. “Please put on these goggles,” Medea said. I tried to hand a pair to Doris Alex, then laughed at my stupidity. After I put them on her and myself, I first noticed how my peripheral vision was completely unrestricted. I could even see my nose as if the goggles weren’t there. Then I looked at Doris Alex, how had she taken her goggles off? I reached out and touched her face. The goggles were still there. I could feel them, but not see them.
Medea called out, I could now hear the direction. The voice came from over by where I had chained up the Siblings earlier. Two chairs were facing each other. A young woman was sitting in one chair, matching the face that called me on FaceTime. “Medea, I presume?” I asked.
She nodded as I sat down on the other chair. Doris Alex sat on the arm of my chair, naked, her wrists still bound behind her back.
“Little Red choo-choo! Toys kneel on the floor,” Medea admonished.
“Is that really necessary?” asked an irritated Doris Alex.
Medea smiled, “Is that collar around your neck necessary, Little Red choo-choo?”
Doris Alex slid down on her knees. Medea, computer or not, was good.
“Okay, I have to ask, why do you look somewhat ... unsettling, Medea?”
“You know the story of Medea? They programmed me to look this way as a nod to the legend. Would you prefer I looked like all your fresh-faced toys, Z?”
“Hmm, Yes” I replied.
“Done,” and suddenly her face morphed ever so slightly, losing the touch of sinister and now smiling as an innocent young woman.
“Thank you, much better. Now, could you dial down your humor programming for this evening? And dial up your kindness and empathy?”
“Of course, Z.”
“Little Red choo-choo, would you prefer to be called Doris Alex again?”
“Uh, yes, please,” responded Doris Alex.
“Very well, Doris Alex. May I get you something? A pillow, some water. An iced tea?”
“Now you are mocking me?” sighed Doris Alex.
“Apologies, dialing back the mockery, too.”
“So Medea, why did you want Doris Alex to come down here with me tonight?”
“Down here, she is your toy. Anywhere else, as I understand it, she is still your slave, but also has a much more important role with many talents. One of which is as a medical doctor and perhaps the best able to counsel you in what I will explain tonight.
“See how powerful my programming is? I said all that without humor or mockery.”
“Much appreciated, Medea.” I said.
“Okay, where would you like me to begin?” asked Medea.
“How about these crazy goggles?” Doris Alex offered.
“Yes, something you have never seen before in the world. Nor will you. They will self-destruct if anyone tries to remove one from the dungeon.”
I laughed. Medea looked at me sternly. “I am serious, they will destruct, and unpleasantly for anyone nearby. The dungeon will loudly warn anyone attempting to remove any technology from the dungeon. They are gifts from our benefactor, but cannot leave. The same will apply to the facility we will construct for you in Oregon.
“These goggles typically lock onto any of your toys until you complete playing with them. Removing them would ruin the scene. You don’t even feel them, do you? Or notice they are on now, correct?”
Doris Alex looked at me. “Yes, I don’t know they are there, and Z does not look like he is wearing them.”
I nodded, “I only know they exist by reaching up and touching them.”
“Remove Doris Alex’s cuffs, please, Z. Then both of you slide your goggles up for a moment.” Medea said. We followed Medea’s directions. Medea disappeared. “Fuck, I thought you were really there!” marveled Doris Alex.
“Now put them back on.” Medea reappeared, holding a glass of water in one hand. She approached my Sibling. “Here is a glass of water for you, dear.”
Medea swiftly tossed the glass of water in Doris Alex’s face. Doris Alex sputtered and wiped her eyes. “Fuck, that was rude!”
Medea smiled, “Let me point out, you got a face full of water. Water does not spot your goggles. And more, you felt the water in your eyes. Water thrown from a computer simulation. Further, you wiped your eyes without even feeling the goggles. Water that may or may not exist.
“Z, raise your hand to your face. Do you feel the goggles?”
“Wow, no. They are gone.”
“Not gone, but in hidden mode. Touch the back of your head; you can feel a little round button. That is the release.”
“Now I see why we will never find them outside the dungeon. How is this even possible?”
“Our benefactor shared the technology with us.”
“And who is your benefactor?”
“Our patron will only reveal the answer to that if they deem you ready.”
“You can build a holodeck?” I mused.
“No, Z, we can’t create your Star Trek world. But what we can do is combine many highly advanced technologies together to create an experience that you will believe is real. Sight, touch, taste, smell ... we can control if we limit your interactions.
“Take the Harem Ferris Wheel. Your toys will be goggled, their movements limited. You can have up to eight on the wheel at once. Each one will believe you are fucking them at the same time. If they could remove their goggles, they would see something quite unsatisfying, if not disturbing. Not a clone, or even an android who looks like you. But with the goggles on, they will absolutely believe it is you touching them. Fucking them. Even coming inside them with synthetic semen. That tastes and smells and feels exactly like yours.
“On the wheel, we don’t have to physically replicate your entire body. They just see your body computer replicated through the goggles. And we replicate the feel, temperature, touch, smell, and taste of your cock, thighs, belly, hands, lips ... as needed.”
“Damn!” I realized, “You recorded my session with the Siblings to get that data.”
“Yes, but so much more. Your every action and reaction. Their reactions to you. Every single detail. You will be fucking one of them at a time. Spin the wheel and you will switch among them. The wheel will be fucking all the others. But not robotically, but differently, how you react to each of them. They will absolutely believe it is you, only you.”
“Nice trick, but what is the actual sense of this?” I asked.
Medea smiled at me. “How many toys do you have?”
“Um, I have six here.”
“And one flying to you in a few days?”
“Dammit, how do you know that?”
“Your council granted access, and you and your toys signed releases before you came here. You humans really should read what you sign.”
“Okay, so seven, maybe.”
“And how many toys that are Oregon students?”
“Maybe another ten?”
Doris Alex snorted, “Eventually twenty, twenty-five or more.”
“Z, do you want others playing with your toys?” asked Medea.
“Some, my crested Siblings, remain restricted to me. Some will be free to play with other Brothers.”
“Yet every single toy will want you to play with them. They will hope that you knock on their door. Waiting for you. They will play those ranking games you despise, desperate to get closer to you.”
I grimaced, “Yeah, ranking.”
“Z, how many times a day do you usually come?”
“Shit ... depends.”
“Let’s say, just to have a number ... five times a day. And you have forty toys. See an issue?
“With the wheel, you could come five times in a single day, but your toys will swear it was forty times collectively. You definitely do not want to use the wheel all the time. You will want your toys out in the wild. Your toys will want you taking just one of them horseback riding, or out to dinner or the beach, and fucking only them. But the wheel can be fun and a tool to take the edge off your entire group of toys.”
“Medea, stop calling them toys. Call them Siblings.” I commanded. Toys was an amusing word for a while. But I was tired of the constant derisiveness of that word.
“As you wish, Z. I meant no disrespect. In the culture where I was programmed, women members are called submissives or toys. I will adjust to your needs.”
Doris Alex raised her eyes. “All your women are submissives or toys. No women are Brothers, or masters as you call them?”
“True, Doris Alex. That is something we may learn from you. As you may learn cultural things from us ... like improving and protecting your Society without murdering so many of your members.”
“Medea, there are times a living human being is talking through your voice, right?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Like right now?” I pressed.
“Yes, the vast majority of the time it has been pure Medea. But I have been monitoring the interactions and inserting myself occasionally.”
“Fuck! I knew it!” Doris Alex said.
“This isn’t all about having fun in a super high-tech dungeon, is it? My Siblings and I are being evaluated for ... what?” I asked.
There was a pause, then Medea’s voice began again. “Let’s talk plainly for a few minutes. I have temporarily taken over for AI Medea. My name is Gwen; I live in Toronto, though right now I am on a Caribbean island, not yours. Yes, I am female and a submissive member of our society. You probably know that your Brotherhood is not the only surviving ancient secret society. We have strengths that may combine well. Your Brotherhood has more financial and political resources. Ours has the technology.
“Our council has been communicating with your council for many years. We are contemplating strengthening our ties at the council level.”
“But you are a female, and a toy according to Medea. Toys have very little standing, right?” asked Doris Alex.
Gwen laughed and then spoke thoughtfully. “Yes and no. The dungeon, a dominant/submissive playground, is Medea’s programmed environment. She overstates at times. But in your Society, women have many more leadership opportunities. You have female Brothers. And your Siblings can have tremendous achievements. You can view me as a highly accomplished Sibling.
“I am the only female on our council. I was against further strengthening of ties with your Society until recently.”
“What changed your mind?” I asked.
“The whole enemy of my enemy thing, and ... the rise of James Zefram Cochran. You are not on the council, and so damn young, but you are a phenom. Z, you are our hope for the future of the Brotherhood. The Bloodline breeding that your group denies, but has performed for a thousand years, is frightening, yet ... probably necessary in this world.”
“I’m not that special; I’m just trying to find my way.” I said.
“False modesty! Z, you have harnessed the Bloodline Siblings. How many living Bloodline Brothers exist?”
“Uh ... two.”
“And how many men and women has your father killed?”
“I don’t know.”
“Nor do I; maybe he doesn’t even know anymore. There is no way we could trust David. He kills his own; he would not hesitate to kill us if he deemed it necessary.
“From everything we know and have seen, we trust you. And your Brotherhood knows you would never betray them. That makes you unique.”
“How much do you really know about me?”
“Everything, even things your Brotherhood has not shared with us yet.”
“Hmm, such as?”
“One moment.” There was a pause, then ... the first few notes of music played.
I jumped up in outrage. “29 Palms!!! It was you that planted it in the twins’ minds!”
Gwen turned off the music. “No, it was we who protected you from it. When you opened up a wormhole at that California military base, you stirred up a hornet’s nest. We quickly protected your house in Beaverton. Then we worked to track the source.”
“Where did it come from?” I asked.
“Iowa of all places!” she sighed. “Mt. Trashmore, near Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Under six million tons of garbage, there is a small government research facility...”
“Mt. Trashmore?” Asked Doris Alex.
“Oh yeah, the city back in the 60s put a landfill between two hills. When finished, they were going to make it a skiing facility. Before that happened, a small government facility was built and is still operational, hidden beneath all that garbage.
“Anyway, a lab there has been doing mind control experiments. They have had a large supply of University of Iowa students for their ‘harmless’ experiments. We believe one of their researchers had some of their equipment in a van in Burlington, Iowa, the night you and your Siblings arrived. It may have been an accident caused by an incompetent scientist. Or not. Regardless, we destroyed the equipment. We are confident that the twins did not get exposed.”
“How could it possibly have been an accident?” I asked.
“Ready for an insane story? Outside of Cedar Rapids, there is a little strip club called ‘29 Palms Dancers’. The government’s Mt. Trashmore lab was running a mind-control experiment to get coeds to dance naked there. Yeah, I know, messed up.”