Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 42
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 42 - 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
The auburn-haired princess slave hung naked from the ceiling chains in my bedroom; arms and legs opened wide, a spreader bar between her legs. I had pity on her in the night and toggled her down just enough to let her feet bear some of her weight. Her mound was bare; the tattoo my young women had wanted was absent. I vetoed any marking above their pussies.
A Gemini star field pattern was barely visible high on the inside of her left thigh. An artistic work of beauty, based on my crest. High on the right thigh was my name in a thin, light Marck Script. You could see the cursive Zefram and the star field if you looked for it. Otherwise, it was nearly invisible and did not ruin the unblemished beauty of my princess slave.
The two tattoos would forever be a reminder of our family. My ownership, combined with the paramountcy of the twins. They now adorned each of my seven Siblings, expertly forever inked by the dungeon tattoo magic. The tattoos were for us only, a constant reminder of who we are.
It was January 3rd. We had left our rented yacht two days ago. Soon we would fly back to the West Coast, dropping Gwen off at the San Jose Airport, twenty miles from Stanford. Then the rest of us would disembark in Eugene.
Hanna was in my bed, semiconscious after a marathon session of experimentation with varied positions for her petite pussy. We had concentrated on a missionary position that allowed me to thrust without bottoming out into her cervix. For all seven of my Siblings, one by one, bodies wrapped together, face to face, the intimacy of kissing rediscovered ... missionary and cowgirl ruled the last two days. Kissing, I realized again that I could tell each one of them apart even if someone had blindfolded me. Each of my women with a slightly unique taste, even between the identical twins.
Gwen had been first last night. My other Siblings had enthusiastically kept her at the center of attention for the last few days as we focused on integrating her into our family and the pregnancy goal. Now it was time for her to gaze only upon her new family and our dynamics.
I took a shower at dawn, by myself, delighting in the first alone time I had experienced in days. Coming back into my room, I dressed in a light grey shirt and white shorts. Hanna was asleep, Gwen was awake, her eyes cast down as I dressed. I lowered her down further and freed her. She immediately kneeled with thighs spread wide and hands under her tits, lifting them to me.
“Master, may this slave serve you?”
Damn, she had stamina. She kicked off the festivities last night in my bed, then she remained all night long as a work of art, hanging from my ceiling while Sibling after Sibling came in my bed.
“You have served me well, my slave. Go get some sleep.”
“Master, may we talk? Not as slave and master, but Gwen and Zefram.”
“Always my love. Go take a shower, dress, and meet me on our beach when you are ready. No rush, I’ll be catching up on business.”
As I strolled out, Maggie was already working on her laptop on the veranda. One of my favorite places on our new property, it overlooked the infinity pool, then our completely private beach below, deep and tall walls of flowers, bushes and trees on each side, blocking out the rest of the island. Somehow, a constant, gentle, refreshing breeze always found a way through the landscaping.
I asked Maggie to have someone bring me orange juice and breakfast down to the beach when the chef prepared it. And to give Gwen and me some privacy. She asked for a few minutes to discuss business. I told her to pass my message on to one of the Siblings, then join me down below.
I walked to our beach, passing the infinity pool, enjoying the saltwater air perfumed with flowers. A lone sailing yacht with red and white sails was well offshore and lingering in the light early morning breeze.
This palace would be our second home. Or perhaps our first, in competition with Oregon. We possessed Antigua and Barbuda citizenship. Maggie had advised me to renounce US citizenship the moment she saw the amount of bitcoin I held. The Brotherhood’s financial firm vehemently agreed. The capital gains savings both from the US and the State of Oregon were huge. Still, I felt vaguely sad about giving up my US citizenship.
Maggie soon joined me and carried a coffee for her and a glass of OJ for me.
“They are just beginning to cook breakfast, so it will be a bit,” she said while handing me the glass.
“Hello my love, what’s new?” I asked as she sat on the lounger next to me.
“We have successfully canceled almost all the previously booked reservations, unless they were from Gwen’s people. Complimentary stays at other Caribbean properties went a long way towards clearing the decks.”
“Excellent work, Mags.”
“Actually, it was Molly. I have given her the title of Antigua Property Manager, as you wished. She is taking on the responsibility like it is sex,” Maggie said with a grin.
“Even better! Hopefully, you are more and more freed up for other things?”
“Yes, this beautiful property will now be available for us and our friends for most of the year. AND, while Molly did that, your ‘Superhero Mags’ jumped the line for that new Gulfstream G650ER you have been lusting after. They should finish the final configuration tweaks by Oregon’s spring break. Long weekend trips to Antigua will now be on the menu.”
Damn, she did it! I bounced out of the lounger, leaped into the air, gaining as much vertical jump as soft sand would allow. I bent over Maggie’s lounger, grabbed her head in both hands and planted a very non-chaste kiss on the amused woman’s lips. “You could have led with that, my love.”
Maggie laughed, “You are like a little kid at Christmas getting a minibike and a pony! Oh, and I almost forgot. Molly presented the staff with a 9.9% increase...”
“I thought we had agreed on a much more substantial increase? We want to keep our staff happy.” I asked.
“Molly learned that the other property owners would be pissed if we granted double-digit increases. It would cause wage inflation for everyone. So instead, she gave them large bonuses and a big retention bonus plan if they stay with us for another year. And she asked them to sign non-disclosure agreements for the bonuses.”
“Smart! I will thank Molly for her creativity. And thank you, Maggie! I’m sure you provided her with guidance along the way.”
“Just a little, Z,” she said, “she is coming along nicely.”
“And how are you doing, Mags? Are you happy?”
“Why do you ask, Z? Is it not obvious?”
“I worry Maggie. Worry that I put too much on you. That I don’t pay enough attention to you. That my being in love with seven women dilutes our love.”
“Dammit, Z! First off, does Gwen dilute or add to our happiness?”
“Well, I think she adds, but...”
“Which one of us dilutes anything? Our family has only grown stronger.”
“By simple math, I have less time for sex or anything else than if it were only the two of us.”
“Z, last night was fantastic. You made love to me like no other man ever could. Your passion shines through. This woman wants three things from you ... your love, your dominance, and your respect. You give me all of that every day.”
“What about putting too much on you?”
“You recognized the issue and have spread the wealth among all your Siblings. Every single one of us loves being needed and contributing. I love what I am doing. Making you money, making you proud. And ... do you have any idea how many people in the Society I now talk to daily? I know more Brothers than you do now. They ask for my advice. Me! I am not looked at like some teenager. And all because you gave me the chance.”
I raised my hands in surrender and smiled. “We’ve come a long way in such a short time. Remember when you and Molly were worried about ever meeting other Brothers?”
“Ohhh! Speaking of which, Molly and I are going out to dinner tonight with a Mr Ryan. He is an older Brother who just arrived in Antigua for a week. We’ve talked on the phone several times, and he asked to meet us.”
“Does he want to meet me too?”
Maggie laughed. “You are eye candy, Z, but I doubt you are Jeremy’s type of eye candy. Oh, and I know what you are thinking, Z. Yes, he knows we are your crested Siblings, and he is bringing his Sibling along.”
“Never a worry, Mags. Have fun tonight!”
“Oh, and Z? One last thing ... I count eight women you are in love with. Don’t forget ‘Ankles’!”
“Ankles?”
Maggie grinned. “You know damn well who I am talking about. Legendary sex on the plane. How that girl hung on to her ankles that entire scene was beyond me. So hot!”
“Penny is not my Sibling, Maggie.”
“We fly home in two days. Tell me again she isn’t when we land. Ohhh, and I just thought of something...”
I interrupted, “We’ll need a flight crew for our new plane?”
“Yes, Penny has a year and a half before she goes to med school. She’d love to be...”
I interrupted again, “Yes, but she is using that two year long gap year to see the world. Crewing her current leased plane, she goes everywhere.”
“Do you think we’ll just use our new jet as a shuttle between Oregon and Antigua? We can fly from Oregon to Paris on one tank of fuel. Japan too. And Australia! Go to sleep after sex and wake up in Australia. And you know you are going to lend your new toy to your friends, and the Brotherhood.”
I sighed. Maggie always makes such great sense. “If the flight goes well, I’ll ask her and use your logic.”
Maggie flashed her special smile, “Bag Ankles, and you are one away from owning a softball team.”
A quick kiss, and Maggie headed back up, probably to do more financial magic. I turned and watched that amazing sway as she walked away.
“Nice ass, Mags!” I yelled.
“Sexual harassment of your employee!” she yelled back as she turned and grinned.
Ten minutes later, a smiling Gwen came down, wearing a bikini and coverup, delicately balancing a tray full of food. I was lounging on a chaise and put my iPhone down. She set the tray down on the table between me and the other lounger. Famished, I grabbed a breakfast bagel and took a big bite after saying. “Come sit, my love. Thank you for bringing the food. We have staff for that, you know.”
Gwen smiled, “I was coming this way, Z, saving him a trip.”
“Hey, have you ever played softball, Gwen?”
“Travel club softball for six years, Z.”
“Oh, then you are good. What position did you play?”
“Second base, and some shortstop, why?”
I grinned, “Ask Mags later.”
Gwen smiled and moved on. “Do you know what I want to talk about?”
“I assume it is not about how horribly I mistreat you, my love ... even after last night. And we talked about most everything except your benefactor and my family history ... so I believe it is the latter.”
“Last night was amazing! I’m sore, but I love being your princess slave. Hmm, if you want me to play softball, protect my rotator cuffs. Hanging around for hours might not be the best idea.” Gwen winked. “And I cannot reveal secrets today, so you are correct. Can we talk about your mother?”
“I never had a mother.”
“Yes, I know, but...”
I interrupted, “Let me give a quick recap of my history. You know David Feather was the sperm donor, right?”
“Yes, he was your biological father.”
“The term ‘father’ should never be used. He contributed only the sperm. He has never even seen me.”
“Do you hate him?” Gwen asked.
“Of course not, his sperm made my athletic skills possible, and some of my power. And by abandoning me, he allowed me the best adoptive father in the world.”
“And your mother...”
“Again, I had no mother. The creature that birthed me shattered into a million pieces before I was even born. She was never a mother. Thankfully, I had an adoptive father who raised me.”
“Doris Alex gave birth to you, though, right?”
“No, she did not. That person no longer exists. Can a mother be younger than her son? Yeah, yeah, unless you had a crazy time-travel scenario. You probably saw the DNA results between the two of us. Can you say Doris Alex is the person who birthed me?”
“No, I cannot, Z. Although familial DNA exists, the twin’s DNA intertwines with it. No one would say she is your mother. But she has her memories.”
“Doris Alex has most of the memories of the woman who birthed me. But does she have memories of being a mother to me? I highly doubt she would say so. And those memories are in the not fully formed brain of a seventeen-year-old.”
“All true, just tragic.”
“Is it, though? For whom? Certainly not me. I am genetically gifted from two Bloodlines. I had a loving father who raised me, nurtured me, and provided for this life even in his death.
“And not Doris Alex. She has a completely fresh start. A second chance. Look what she has done with it so far, in just a matter of months. She is brilliant. And not like how others misuse the word. She is a super genius, and is now a kind, caring human being.”
“And now she is your collared slave, Sibling, and love.”
“What would you have had me do, Gwen?”
“Z, I don’t know. I just wanted to understand your thought processes.”
“I evaluated three options. First, I could have given her a substantial amount of money and cut her loose, saying, ‘Hey, have a nice new life’. That would have eventually been a disaster. She needs me; she needs a family.”
Gwen thought for a few moments. I waited. Then she said, “I agree, she could easily have gone off to the dark side. Money, brains, but not emotional stability. The twins told me how crazy she was initially.”
“Okay, second option. I call her mommy, trying to establish a relationship that never was ... with her teenage brain. How do you think that would have worked out?”
Gwen pondered the question and looked out on the turquoise, crystal-clear waters as she answered. “Better than the first option, but that would be a constant reminder of her past failures. Plus, it would be living a lie for both of you. A weird, crazy lie.”
“Thus, the third option. I welcomed her with warmth and compassion, as the new person she is. She is free from the past. She has love and protection, and structure.”
“You are her protector.”
“We are all her protectors. She has a family now who grounds her.”
“And we all ground you! Such a perfect balance. If you ever became an authoritarian dictator, we’d eat you alive!” Gwen smiled peacefully.
“My worry was, Gwen, you might disrupt the balance I and my Siblings already had. But thankfully, you only enhanced it. The huge, unexpected bonus was your friendship with Doris Alex.”
“I love that woman, Z. Collaring me was a masterstroke ... no pun intended. My mom was only slightly concerned by the collaring and caning, but she is now just giddy with delight.”
“We went down to the dungeon yesterday for the tattoos, but that was really mild. How would you feel if your mom watched you in an intense scene?”
“Oh my god! I never had to worry about that before. But now, like, surely she wouldn’t, right?”
“She watched a lot before you came to us.”
“Thanks for, like, putting that in my brain.”
I grinned, “You are most welcome.”
“I’ll get her to swear not to look. We should do the Sibling Ferris Wheel before we leave for the West Coast. How about this afternoon?” Gwen asked.
“Well, it was fun and all, but I could satisfy my entire family last night without it. Why not wait until next time we come here?”
“Because you will discover the second time is unlike the first time. Trust me.”
I looked at Gwen curiously, “Have you been on the wheel before, my princess slave?”
“Of course not, but I know what happens the second time; after the supercomputer can access all your data.”
“Hmm, you have had sex with simulated characters in the dungeon, but never a human male. Do human males ever have sex with simulated characters?”
“No, never Z.”
“Why not?”
“I’m sure you already know, Z.”
“Because yours is a male-dominant society where Brothers are all male, and Siblings are all female. With real females in abundance, a Brother would never have need or desire to fuck a simulation.”
Gwen nodded. So I continued, “For the amusement of females in a male-dominant society, building several of these playgrounds is an extravagant use of resources.”
Gwen smiled, “You know it is not just for Siblings.”
“And not just for the Brothers entertainment either?”
“I can’t tell you that ... yet,” Gwen whispered.
“Nor can you tell me the purpose of your doctorate.”
“Soon, Z.”
“I already know.” I said.
Gwen smiled and held her finger to her lips. “Perhaps you do, but ... shhhh.”
“What are you hearing about unification?” I asked.
“Z-speed, they say! Both councils are now unanimous. Joint meetings of the two councils. We are sharing technology so ‘sanctioning’ in the Brotherhood is no longer code for murder...”
“Oh, the neuralyzer?”
Gwen laughed, “Your words, not mine. If only memory wipes were that easy. But yeah, your council has agreed to try less violent solutions first. Also, there is agreement to allow our two branches to remain male-dominant.”
“Two branches, I thought your side was the surviving eighth branch?”
“Yes, but we added a small branch, a keeper of technology branch.”
“Your family is part of that branch?”
“We are. Someday soon you will understand the need for this small branch and the secrecy.”
“Gwen, we are the Brotherhood. What do we call your people?”
Gwen grinned, “You finally asked! Calling us ‘the Cymry’ works as well as anything to differentiate the larger Brotherhood from our surviving branch. It goes back to our Welsh roots.”
Gwen smiled and walked back up to the veranda. Five minutes later, I was interrupted again, this time by Teresa and Lisa. My large-breasted brunette women. Large, at least in my world. Both D-cups, with bodies made for the dark blue bikinis they were wearing. Lisa looked like the older sister in her twenties, while Teresa was every bit her teenage sister. Never mind that a couple of months ago, Teresa was the forty-two-year-old dying mother to Lisa.
Lisa, holding hands with Teresa, asked, “May we talk, Brother?”
“Seems to be the morning for it,” I said. “Okay, that sounded snarky. Please come sit. Of course, we can talk anytime you need. How can I help?”
Lisa began, “You know Maggie and Molly are going out to dinner with a Brother tonight.”
I nodded.
“What if it was the two of us meeting the Brother?”
“I expected this conversation eventually, so go ahead... ‘what if’?”
Lisa continued, “Since we are not your crested Siblings, we would be at the pleasure of that Brother, or any other Brothers who asked.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing in your minds?”
“We want only you, Brother.”
“Look, I will not ask what has changed. Your stated reason was to wait until you graduated and were no longer your sorority’s president. And Teresa was following your lead. We all know that was not the only reason. I only ask ... are you positive this is what you both want?”
“Absolutely positive, Brother. Forever and always.”
Teresa giggled nervously. “Daddy, I want this more than anything.”
“Doris Alex brought your rings with us. But I need to talk to her first. Please send her down. But only tell Doris Alex what we discussed.”
“Thank you, Brother.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
They both rose and climbed the steps back to the veranda, sashaying all the way as I watched in appreciation. Moments later my red-haired, black bikini-wearing goddess bounded down the stairs, bouncing all the way. She sat down in the lounger and smiled. “You heard?” I asked.
“I heard it is casual day, and Teresa and Lisa begged for their rings.”
“I did not make them beg, and it is casual morning only. We will go to the dungeon after lunch.”
“Oh, goody!” Doris Alex clapped.
“We have a problem, though.”
“Hanna?”
“She would be the only Sibling in the family without my crest.”
“And she fucking wants your crest so bad!”
“Maybe I should give it to her and ask she not put it on until after her Brother tour?”
“Gwen and I were talking. We have an idea.”
I smiled, “You two coming up with an idea, it should be good.”
“So Gwen came to us as the daughter of the leader of their council...”
“Holy crap! I know where you are going. Instead of sending Hanna on her Brother tour, send her to their society. Her father is Nate! So, a sort of princess for princess exchange!”
“This would give Hanna a chance to make a huge contribution to the reunification, and then she could come back.” Doris Alex smiled.
“So she would do her Brother tour and indoctrination over there?”
“Yes, it would work.”
“I love it! I can give her the ring so she knows home is with us, but she won’t wear it while she is with them. Has Gwen’s mother or Nate been told about your idea?”
“No, Brother.”
I sent Doris Alex back up, asking her to have all three rings ready. Nate was driving to his lab back in Oregon, so we talked. He loved the idea. And I raved about the unexpected friendship between Gwen and Doris Alex. After hanging up, he called Gwen’s mother, or maybe her father. I dunno, I did not ask. Fifteen minutes later, I got a text... “The proposal made our day! Now sell it to Hanna.”
Doris Alex was waiting in my room so she could give me the rings inside small wooden boxes tucked inside a small tote. The veranda was a favorite spot, but I wanted this to be more memorable. “Family, put on your big floppy hats and join me on our beach. The sun is getting strong this morning. We have a few things to talk about.”
We sat in a tight circle on our white sand beach; only a few yards from the crystal-clear water. Two sailboats now lazily moved offshore. A gentle breeze kept us cool, but the women’s floppy hats and a lathering of sunscreen, especially on Hanna and Doris Alex kept them protected from the sun.
I gulped some bottled water and began. “I hope everyone loves the tattoos now. They represent our family and our personal commitment to each other.”
I got smiles and nods. Hanna even spoke up, “I preferred something more bold, but now ... you were right, Brother. These are perfect.”
“A more visible announcement to our Brotherhood, is the crested rings Maggie, Molly, Doris Alex and now Gwen wear. What do they signify, Molly?”
“That we are for your pleasure only, Brother.”
“Thus, this evening you are dining with another Brother. I expect Jeremy Ryan will enjoy your company. But the sexual pleasure you offer is only for me.”
“Absolutely, Brother.”
And now, two more members of this family are making this forever commitment ... Teresa and Lisa. I reached into the tote and opened the two boxes one at a time and presented them individually. There were squeals and claps from all my Siblings. I stole a glance at Hanna; she was happy for her Siblings, but I saw sadness in her eyes.
When the beach was quiet again, I addressed the elephant on the beach. “There is only one Sibling in our family that is not crested. That will be rectified soon. But first, the Brotherhood and the Cymry have a special mission for Hanna.”
“Who are the Cymry?” asked Maggie.
“This is what we are now calling the eighth and ninth branches of the Brotherhood. It is Welsh, and one meaning is ‘compatriots’, which works well.”
Hanna had a look of worry and confusion on her face. “What mission?”
“Gwen is the first of the Cymry to live with our Society. We want you to live with the Cymry. Gwen’s is permanent, as you know, Hanna. But yours will be temporary. We want your Brotherhood tour and indoctrination to be with the Cymry, and then you return to us ... and me.”