Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 43
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 43 - Inspired by the world created in ElSol’s The Master’s Ring, begins my story set 19 years later. The great purge has ended. A new generation has blossomed. I am striving to expand his world with my own science fiction spin(respectfully). This is my reimagining of ElSol's world I so enjoyed. The last chapter of Book 1 is posted. I am working on book 2 (Eugene: Ducks Fly Together) but posting will be delayed as I complete several chapters in advance. Only publishing 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 Rape 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 Violence
WARNING! This chapter contains violence. Also, there is no sex in this chapter. It was difficult for me to write and may be difficult for you to read. I apologize for waiting so long to post this conclusion to Book One.
In the end, I posted because it is critical to the plot. And, like many previous chapters, it has autobiographical elements.
When I post Book Two: Eugene, I will only lightly reference what occurred here. So again, please skip the chapter if reading about violence bothers you.
Alone.
Totally alone and sick with the flu. Killer headache coming from right behind my eyes. My entire body seemed to hurt with muscle pain everywhere. Even my fingers and toes. And a 104F temperature. I almost never get sick, and yet here I was, lying in my Alaska King bed in Beaverton feeling miserable. And alone!
Lisa and Teresa were back in Eugene. Lisa was busy with her classes in the new semester and sorority politics, although it sounded like she was the overwhelming choice for sorority president next fall. I still had met none of her sorority sisters nor the ten Siblings in her chapter. Word had gotten out about my imminent arrival in Eugene. A new Brother was a big deal. She had been careful to downplay talk about the new estate and benefits for the sorority, but her Sibling sisters had difficulty containing their excitement.
Teresa had almost closed down her real estate business. She was quietly continuing to buy surrounding land for the estate. It was quickly becoming an actual ranch. She was also overseeing the ongoing massive construction. The scope of the project had exploded. While I had yet to see the progress, I fully trusted Teresa and her team.
Hanna was with the Cymry, early in her Brother tour and indoctrination. By Gwen’s account, Hanna impressed them and was a positive force in our reunification. Gwen was at Stanford, finishing up her doctorate ... and pregnant with my baby!
Penny, not yet mine, but we are talking. She was in Japan this week, still crewing on the private rented jet where we first met. We had fun on our trip back from Antigua, and she fit well with my Siblings.
Doris Alex worked a full day today. She had offered to stay home while I was sick, but I knew she had several members of the Cymry at Nate’s lab sharing their advanced medical technology. Doris Alex had babied me, left me chicken soup in a thermos, crackers, and plenty of water. I’m a wimp in the rare event of being sick, but I was glad no one else had been affected.
The twins were home with their parents. I didn’t want them to get my flu, and their birthday was two days away. We had spent the prior couple of weeks experimenting with their wormhole powers. Almost every day we were driving to a remote spot, exiting the car and attempting to portal to new locations. We were successful most of the time. We believed the failures occurred when we tried to arrive somewhere where people were nearby. The twin’s power to create a wormhole depended on no one being in the immediate vicinity, unless they were asleep. And if sleeping, the twin’s powers magnified.
I slept ... a lot. Doris Alex had come back home, checked on me, supplied me with new soup, then retreated to my old bedroom. She said something about a blood test and my fever, but it did not really register in my mind.
I was dreaming. More like recalling recurring memories. I was five years old. After watching the Mary Poppins classic movie on DVD, I tried out umbrella flying. I climbed onto the roof of my parent’s car, opened the umbrella and expected to fly, or at least float. My five-year-old brain did not understand why it didn’t work.
My next-door friends, who egged me on, didn’t understand either. Mary was five years old. Her sister, whose name I could not remember, was six and a half years old. As my scraped knee bled slightly, they hustled me up to their parent’s bedroom, got a big band-aid from their dad’s medical bag and fixed me up. Off we went back to my house and retrieved the umbrella. We collectively agreed that the missing ingredient was ... height.
My second-floor bedroom had a window leading out to a shingled, slanted overhang. As I stood on the ledge, Mary handed me the umbrella. I reopened it and prepared for a successful flight. Just as I was about to jump, my father reached through the window and grabbed me.
My father sat the three of us down and gently explained that some magic we would see in movies was not real. We fervently promised to ask a parent before we tried to duplicate anything we saw on TV.
My dream/memory shifted to a few weeks later. I went to my friend’s house, and the door was locked. Cars filled the street on both sides. Something was very wrong. As a five-year-old, I might not understand the science of flight, but I could feel the darkness that had descended across my entire neighborhood. When I came back home worried, my father explained Mary could never play with me again. She was dead, like my parakeet that had died a few months ago. And I could no longer go next door. I could not even leave the house. Fear gripped everyone.
That night, I crept down the stairs when crying woke me. I understood enough of the words to hear ... something evil had killed Mary. I never saw Mary’s family again, as we moved away to another state shortly after.
My memories shifted to a few years later. While snooping through my parents’ books at the age of eight, I found a newspaper clipping. My Mary had been walking down the street with her two sisters. The older one was twelve. An evil man had snatched my Mary from the arms of her sisters and dragged her into his van and driven off. Three days later her mutilated body was discovered in the woods.
Now I knew for certain pure evil existed in the world. Demons were real. When I searched Mary’s name online, I read they had found this devil. Tried and convicted him. Not long after, he was killed in jail.
I never told my parents what I had found. I told no one at all. But I was haunted ever after. The memories tormented my mind from time to time. Sweat drenched me every time I recalled these incidents in my fever dreams.
Suddenly, Doris Alex was shaking me, “Z, wake up! Wake up! Maggie activated her ring and set off the alarm. Molly did the same. And both are now offline, meaning the security rings are no longer on their fingers. The twins are in Hawaii!?!”
“Ohhh fuck!!!”
I jumped up; adrenaline spiking, then fell to my knees while rolling off the bed. The twins and I had been running wormhole experiments ... Nevada, California ... and late last week ... Hawaii. We had been highly successful. But each failure weakened the twins, sapping energy, just as if they had successfully portaled. So we got two attempts, three maximum before they would have to wait and recharge. The Hawaiian success had been to a remote beach with little traffic.
Molly had been pushing for us to return so they could relax and work on their tans. Then I got sick. Damnit! They must have tried on their own!
Doris Alex had Nate on her iPhone speaker. I filled Nate in on what I suspected.
“We don’t have anyone in Hawaii. Local police are in route. I also have a team on their way to Hawaii, but they are almost four hours from being at the location the rings pinged. Molly and Maggie’s rings were active for only five minutes. Both of their cell phones are not just turned off but probably smashed.” Nate informed.
“I need to fly out there right now!” I said.
“No, Z. I understand, but this is the twins. If they are kidnapped and the kidnappers leave the area or fall asleep, they could bounce back here while you are inflight. Let my team do their job.”
“I can’t just sit here and wait!”
“I know, Z. But waiting is the smartest play, and best for Maggie and Molly.”
“How many minutes since they set off their rings?”
“Twenty-seven minutes.”
Adrenaline coursed through my sick body. I took a couple of deep breaths. “I am going to calm my mind and see if I can see through their eyes. We’ll call back if I can.”
“Have you ever done that before?” Nate asked.
“Not exactly. I haven’t tried before, but you know how closely our minds are linked. Let me see if I can jump into theirs.”
I asked Doris Alex to leave the room. It was a long shot, but I needed to try something. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Nothing. I concentrated on them, trying to will myself into their minds. Nothing. Maybe they were too far away. I grabbed my iPad and opened a favorite photo of Maggie and Molly. I concentrated. Nothing. I looked at my watch; I had been trying for half an hour.
I had another idea. Doris Alex shared DNA with the twins now. She came back in and I had her sit between my legs on the bed with me. I wrapped my arms around her as she held the iPad, and we both stared at the photo.
Then, I felt them both; they were being assaulted by a pack of inhuman animals. Unwashed sweat assailed my nose. Maggie was fighting furiously; Molly was in shock and lying unmoving on the ground.
We called Nate back. “They are being assaulted, Nate. Get the police to them now!”
“Do you have a description of the area?”
“I just saw woods and a campfire. I’ll try to go back.”
“Wait Z, if the twins got badly injured and had just one opportunity to escape, where would they choose to go?”
I desperately thought, then realized, “They’d come to your lab. Your office. No, wait, they could not be certain it would be empty. I know! They’d portal to your server room. When we toured your lab, you told us that the server room was always empty, but alarmed.”
“Z, there will be a car in your driveway in sixty seconds to take you and Doris Alex to my lab. Climb in and try to reconnect on your way.”
I jumped into jeans and a shirt, and we raced to the driveway. Doris Alex and I sat in the back of the security car, trying to calm down and focus again on the iPad photo.
Suddenly I smelled burning flesh and heard screaming. No, I was screaming. It was Maggie screaming, but I was inside her body. She was being held down, flat on her back. They burned her with tree branches pulled from the campfire. I could feel my groin burning, my chest on fire. A howling freak on each side was standing on my forearms. They were giggling and cackling hysterically as they inflicted horrendous pain. My hands burned with a more intense pain than I thought possible. I was screaming as I heard Maggie scream. Then I saw a face appear above me, swinging an aluminum baseball bat. Then, for a split second, I heard the crunch of bone, and Maggie’s face slammed sideways. I saw a battered old white panel van, motorcycles, and heard Molly whimpering. Then nothing. Maggie must be dead.
Doris Alex was sitting on my chest, slapping my face left and right until I awoke. “Did you fucking see anything? You were screaming, then passed out.”
I was instantly sobbing but spat out, “Call Nate, on speaker.”
“Nate! They are fucking being tortured and gang-raped by damned animals. Maggie is dead or dying.”
“Are you certain?”
“Fuck!!!! I saw it through Maggie’s eyes; I was in her body.”
“Z, deep breath and then think so we can help them. Did you see anything that would help locate them?”
“Trees, they are under trees. Maybe a forest. Old white panel van and motorcycles. There were a lot of them. Well over a dozen.”
I took a deep breath yet again. “No time to grieve; Molly is still alive. I’ll try to enter her mind and tell her to put them to sleep, then to go to your server room.”
“Z, what do you mean, sleep?” Nate asked.
“They were weakened from portaling and not able to fight that many off with their minds. But Molly may still be able to put them to sleep. That wouldn’t take as much energy as fighting them one by one. Then she would open a wormhole.”
“But with Maggie dead, can Molly do it alone?”
“I doubt it, but it is the only chance she has. If she can make them sleep, she might hijack their minds.”
Ten minutes out from the lab, I entered Molly’s mind. She was lying on her back, repeatedly being raped. I thought she was in shock, but she was playing possum, waiting for her chance as the rapists relaxed afterwards. Our minds briefly meshed. She was working on the sleep plan, then something else, then the server room.
As our car skidded to the front door, we flung the doors open. Nate was yelling from the front door. “The server alarm just went off!”
It was a madhouse in the hallway outside the server room. Many of Nate’s employees were Siblings. They were aware of the twins. They were wheeling Molly out. Unconscious, but looking alive. Her hands seemed burned, and boots may have stomped on them; dirt, mud, and fluids covered her naked body.
Doris Alex shouted, “Where’s Maggie?”
“In there, but she is deceased.”
Doris Alex shoved her way into the room; a few seconds later, she barked. “Gurney now! C-collar now!”
A woman, masked and gowned Nate and me in the airlock room and led us through to the operating room. We stood back and let them work. As they brought Maggie out, blood, mud, and a cervical collar were the only things covering her. Her face was unrecognizable. Horrific burns on her chest and between her legs. Hands indescribably bad. But Doris Alex took charge, and the masked and gowned medical staff rallied around her. They knew this teenager named Doris Alex had been a trauma surgeon before her transformation.
Molly, and the unrecognizable body of Maggie were in one large operating room, perhaps thirty feet by thirty feet. The walls appeared to be stainless steel, the floor white, and the two operating tables covered in blue with a large hydraulic lift underneath. I stayed pressed against the wall nearest Maggie’s body to avoid getting in the way. No way was I leaving the room. Taking my iPhone out, I zoomed across to where Molly’s vitals were being displayed.
Her blood pressure and heart rate were high, but the four technicians working around her seemed calm, efficiently treating her. They had started an IV. Molly’s face battered. The worst were her hands, burned, fingers broken, hands propped up on both sides of her body, fingers splayed upwards.
My eyes caught one of the medical technicians raising a blue bottle over the underside of Molly’s forearm. It looked like a smaller version of a top-loading office drinking water bottle. Slowly tilting the bottle, a thick gel slowly poured out, forming a blue glob on her forearm. Then it crept up, apparently on its own, up to her hand and fingers, engulfing them entirely. The woman walked around to the other side, and I assume she repeated the pouring on her other inner forearm, but I was blocked from a clear view. She also poured the blue stuff on Molly’s belly after they spread her legs slightly. It moved on its own and covered her genitals. This stuff must be a Cymry creation.
Doris Alex and her team were working feverishly and futilely to restart Maggie’s heart and get her breathing. The technicians looked at each other. Medical science had failed.
Doris Alex removed her gloves, gown and shirt, put her hands on Maggie’s belly and draped her head and chest over Maggie. One technician tried to pull her away gently.
“Don’t touch her; she knows what she is doing!” I yelled.
The room turned, and everyone looked at me. Nate said, “Let her try.”
Doris Alex probably should have attempted this first. In the back of my head, I could feel a faint buzz. The twins were the healers, but Doris Alex had their DNA now and had helped save Teresa, Maggie and Molly in Eugene.
A few minutes later, Maggie’s monitor went off. “We have a heartbeat.” They had a ventilator going, and now with the heartbeat, they scrambled to establish a blood transfusion and an IV. Fortunately, the twins had donated blood three times for research, so some of their own blood was available to transfuse.
“Slap a heartbeat and blood pressure monitor on Doris Alex. When she fades too much, pull her off.” I said.
“Will that be enough?” Nate asked.
“Is Teresa almost here?” I asked.
“On the helicopter, four minutes out.”
“Then she should be able to take over when needed. I can help too ... maybe ... but my effect would be much weaker based on what I could do in Eugene.”
“Heartbeat stronger, eighty-five beats per minute,” a technician offered.
Teresa burst in, gowned and masked up. “No! Off with that damn mask, gown and shirt.” I barked.
Teresa stripped down right as the technician monitoring Doris Alex said, “Shit!”