Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 13
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Inspired by the world of ElSol in A Master’s Ring. Highly recommend everyone read AMR first. James Zefram Cochran and the Valentine twins are growing up and building a life as Oregon Ducks….. hoping to be almost normal college students. Normal... with the backing of the Brotherhood, the Cymry, nearly unlimited resources, a growing 'harem' of intelligent motivated women, a resort style ranch and a fast jet. But their enemies remain a deadly threat. (Follow up to Trippin with the Valentines)
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction School Science Fiction Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
I smiled and extended my hand. “Hello doctor, welcome to the Flying V Ranch.”
The mid-forties-ish woman had just exited the limousine and stood in front of the small Brother house I was using temporarily. Dressed in a black Ralph Lauren woman’s suit, she appeared to be in excellent shape. She was about five feet four inches tall and had short hair styled in a brunette pixie cut. Although she could pass for much younger than her age with her perfect makeup, I knew better.
She brushed past me towards the house. “Where’s Tanaka-hakase?”
I waved the limo driver off. “Nate is not here; you have me at your service.” I smiled again.
“Kid, take me to ‘Nate’; I don’t have time for this.”
I kept a smile on my face but laughed inside. My favorite Tom Petty shirt, old faded and torn blue jeans with dirty basketball shoes ... I looked like a kid. Except for towering over her by more than a foot in height.
“I suggest you come inside, and we sit and talk.”
She actually stomped her foot. “Now! Take me to Nate!”
I laughed this time. “Nancy, this is about to go badly for you. One last chance. Please come inside with me, and we can have a professional, friendly conversation.”
Her face momentarily flashed in shock, not understanding why I knew her first name and used it, but she quickly reverted to her angry hissy fit, jaw clenched, face red. “Nate, now!”
“Are you still a Sibling, Nancy? Uncrested and unmarried? See this ring?” I lifted my hand and displayed my black ring. “Do you still know how to obey, slave?”
“But ... but ... but ... you are just a kid.”
“Looks can be deceiving. But now you have earned a small touch of public humiliation.” I nodded over to the construction crew working across the drive on the main house. Three guys had stopped working to watch her when she had continued in tantrum mode.
“You have a choice. Removed your clothes right here and right now, or would you prefer I turn you over to Doris Alex?”
Nancy visibly shuddered with fear. Which seemed to freeze her in place. My command as a Brother should have had her stripping immediately; so should have the threat of Doris Alex, but the combination froze her. “What? How do you know Doris Alex?”
“She is my crested Sibling.”
Then her jacket flew off, tossed to me. I dropped it on the ground, laughing. Off came her pants, which she handed to me. “Please, they are very expensive.”
She handed me her top. I tossed both out into the dirt. We were standing on the cement walkway. The front yard had yet to be sodded. “You will no longer need these clothes, nor a bra ever again.”
She stripped the bra and panties and tossed them in the dirt. Standing naked in front of me, her body looked like that of a thirty-year-old. Toned, and breasts barely sagging. Nipples were erect in the fifty degree weather. Breezy, cloudy, with the threat of impending rain.
She tried to cover her breasts and mound. I nodded over to the stunned construction workers. “Before they whip out their phones and begin filming, I suggest you walk inside now.”
She trotted to the front door as I followed her. I noted the nice, firm ass. “Turn left and walk into the office.”
It was a nothing special office, but contained sparkling new rich wood furniture. A mahogany desk and matching credenza. I eschewed the chair behind the desk and sat in one of the two leather chairs in front.
“Stand in presentation style ... feet spread shoulder width. Hands cupping and lifting your breasts, presenting to me.”
She looked at my hand again and got a second wind. “You little twit! That is not a real Master’s ring. You scared me out of my clothes, but I am getting them and putting them back on. When I find Nate, you are dead, you fucker!”
I put my phone on speaker and called Nate. “Hi Z, how can I help you?”
Nancy froze in her tracks.
“Nate, I’m on speaker. Nancy is being tiresome and doesn’t believe I am a real Brother. Says my ring is fake and I’m just a kid. Want to fill her in before I have to end her pathetic little life?”
“Of course. Nancy, you are out of chances. Z is the youngest Brother, the fourth Bloodline Brother, one of the richest Brothers, and he is the bio...”
Oops, I interrupted. “Stop Nate! Thanks, I’ll save that last bit for a surprise later. I got it from here.” I ended the call and slid my iPhone back in my jeans pocket.
“Now, for the last fucking time! Feet spread shoulder width. Hands cupping and lifting your breasts. Present them to me.”
She obeyed, her face, chest, and neck mottled red in embarrassment, fear, or anger, probably all the above.
“I ... I ... I’m ... sorry, Sir. I did not know. How is Doris Alex possibly your Sibling, how are you a Brother?”
“Hush! I will ask the questions; you will answer. Understand?”
Nancy trembled and nodded. She zeroed in on Doris Alex again. I wondered why that scared her more than a Bloodline Brother. I understood the fear. Two decades ago, Doris Alex adjusted Nancy’s attitude more than once ... with intensely painful whipping using a leather belt. And yet, this was maybe even more. My previous attempts to get details about the bombing of David Feather’s house had been futile. Doris Alex just didn’t know. She was unconscious in the aftermath. She only remembered Melisa and David being in the house. The only additional memory fragment was Nancy walking out the door. But she had no recollection of why Nancy was even there. In the hospital, she was told she was the only survivor. Then later, they told her David had survived.
I played a hunch. More than a hunch, but less than a certainty. “Nancy, why did you conspire in the bombing of David Feather’s house?”
She collapsed on the floor, bawling uncontrollably. I waited. And waited some more. I smelled a whiff of urine. Damn, she had peed herself. Yeah, my intuition was correct. She had been involved. “Nancy, there is a bathroom across the hall. Go clean yourself up. Bring a towel back and wipe up your mess.”
She crawled off to the bathroom. I had not told her to crawl. Maybe she could not trust her legs. I waited. And waited some more. I had the time, but the amusement level was dropping to nothing. Nancy came back into the room, on her feet now. She bent down, wiped up the urine, tentatively rose and walked back to the bathroom with the towel. Coming back, she choked back sobs, stood again in presentation mode.
“I’m sorry, sir. This has haunted me forever. I delivered a present for Katherine that day, but she was not there. Five minutes down the road, a cop stopped me. He asked if David was in the house. I said ‘yes’, and he just drove off. While driving just a few minutes later, I heard the explosions.”
“Did you go back to help?”
“No, I was terrified. I just kept going.”
“Was the present from you?”
“No, a Brother gave it to me.”
“Which Brother?”
“A dead one. Someone killed him less than a week afterwards. Plus three other Brothers and their Siblings.”
“So you were part of the conspiracy, but you claim ignorance?”
“Yes, and ... I ... I ... I don’t know why I am still alive.”
I sighed. “So that explains the fear of Doris Alex. It was not just the punishments she inflicted upon you before for disrespecting David. But the guilt you have.”
Nancy kept her hands cupping her breasts, and her head level, but tears streamed down her face as she nodded.
I continued. “You had a great reputation for your ability to evaluate both Brothers and Siblings, as well as for your research into building a powerful and stable Society. I asked Nate for help. He reluctantly suggested you. However, he said that you were broken.”
I paused, breathed in deeply, and asked. “Do you know who I am?”
“No, sir, except that Nate on the phone just now said you are a Bloodline Brother.”
“For years, they have isolated you more and more as you became unbearable. Your last spot was a remote hospital of the Brotherhood. You came dangerously close to being sanctioned, yet still, I would have thought you had heard rumors.”
“I have no friends, Brother.”
“Then I will tell you. I am the biological son of David Feather and Doris Alexandra Smith. Yes, I am the fourth Bloodline Brother.”
Her jaw dropped. Her knees buckled as she sobbed in terror. I let her cry while I looked at my iPhone, giving her five minutes to collect herself.
Then, to my surprise, she raised her head from her kneeling position. “I am ready to die, Brother.”
“Years ago, you chose the wrong side, Nancy. Yet the time for killing is over. I need to repair you if I can. If I can, I have a use for you. Back on your feet.”
Her face was unreadable. But she stood up, legs to shoulder width and breasts cupped. Now, what to do with her? This was a turning point. I had broken her defenses. But it was no time for me to be kind. She would mistake it for weakness and revert to arrogance. I needed to keep her down ... the lowest of slaves.
“When was the last time you had sex with a Brother?”
“It has been years.”
“And sex with a Sibling?”
“It has also been years, Brother.”
My plan had been to use her like Guinan on Star Trek. A bartender and much more. The unofficial counselor for the ranch, who would also give me counsel as we transformed the Brotherhood. Before she could help others, she needed to help herself. She needed to become a functioning Sibling again, and I was about to toss her into the deep end.
“You said you are ready to die. Are you ready to live?”
“My life is yours, Brother. I will obey you.”
“Just like that? Your life is mine? A few minutes ago, you were an arrogant ... bitch.”
“I still am. Please help me be a Sibling again. You have spared my life so far.”
“You will be a slave to Siblings before you can be a Sibling again. You still will have a choice. Leave ... or obey all.”
“Doris Alex will kill me.”
“She may want to. But I control her.”
“No one truly controlled her before.”
“Besides wearing my crest, she wears my collar and marks. While still fiery, she will obey.”
“You mother is your slave? How can that be?”
“You will learn. But right now, after I inspect your body, we will tour the ranch.”
I stood and walked behind her, running my fingers lightly across her back, then down to her ass cheeks. “You have almost no scarring, but I can see and feel just a bit. Doris Alex?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I am your Master now.”
“Yes, Master.”
I moved in front of her. “Drop your hands to your sides.”
I massaged her breasts lightly. “Amazingly little sag. You won the genetic lottery.”
Her nipples became erect as I teased them. “Very nice. We will make them longer and permanently erect. I have teased my Siblings about nipple rings ... yours shall be first.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Yes, Master.”
I moved my hand down. “You have really taken good care of your body, but we will still put you on an exercise program. Spread your legs wider.”
Nancy had not worn a bikini in a long time. She was untrimmed. “You must keep yourself shaved until we remove it permanently.”
Two crooked fingers parted her pussy lips, and I slid them slowly in. “You are wet. Have you been thinking about a teenager bending you over this desk and taking you from behind?”
“I am ... now ... Master.”
Lightly chuckling, I told her, “Not now, but when you beg me to do so, I will ... repeatedly. And you will strive to please everyone here at the ranch.”
“May I please beg you after the tour?”
“If sincere, you may.”
“I shall be sincere, Master.”
I stood up and placed my two wet fingers under her nose. She captured them in her mouth and sucked them. “Good girl! Tell me, do you masturbate?”
I popped my fingers from her mouth. “Just a little.”
“Just a little or a lot?”
“A lot, Master.”
“Good, you still have a sex drive. That will make it easier for you.”
I walked out to the family room, which was still filled with suitcases from our Antigua trip. I opened the BDSM toy case, found a silver collar, and locked it around Nancy’s neck. “Now, it is official. By the way, what size shoe do you wear?”
“Six and a half, Master.”
I reached in and presented her with ‘fuck me’ red satin high-heeled shoes. “Excellent, these should fit. Put them on.”
“I’ll do my best to walk in them.”
“You will get plenty of practice. Heels are an important part of your uniform now. You will only remove them when you exercise. Come, let’s tour.”
“May I wear clothes, Master?”
I went to the bedroom and retrieved a white linen long sleeve dress shirt from the hamper. Tossing it to her, I said, “Here, you may wear this. It has my scent on it ... which will become important to you soon. And you are fortunate that I am tall. It will cover you ... mostly.”
“Thank you, Master.”
She was blushing, of course, as we walked out the front door. It had rained enough to get the walkways wet, the dirt muddy, and Nancy’s old clothes soaked. The construction workers were gone; the outside was almost complete. Inside were plumbers, electricians, and painters.
Crossing the cobblestone drive in her spiked six inch high heels was an adventure. She lost her balance and fell into me, so I wrapped an arm around her, which had the effect of pulling her shirt higher and higher. When she tried to push the tails down, I warned her, “It is against the rules for you to adjust any clothing you are allowed to wear.”
She obeyed immediately and let the shirt ride higher. I even pulled it up further, exposing her front and back. We reached the main entrance, and I opened one of the ten foot tall wooden doors. Nancy gasped, stunned by the hundred feet of polished white marble floor that flowed all the way to the back of the house, through two-story high glass doors and windows. Clouds obscured the low coastal range mountains out the back windows, but the twin curved marble stairways captivated the eye. My gaze shifted to the left, revealing the significant progress made over the past two weeks. I anticipated they would finish the house in a week or two.
I guided her to the right, down a hallway, then down a half flight of steps and into an immense building. “This is the ‘bunkhouse’ ... with apartments for the sorority Siblings on the left and right walls. Straight ahead and to the left is where you will be working.”
“What will I be doing, Master?”
“You will be the Starbucks bartender here.”
“I have never seen a Starbucks with a bar? And may I ask why I will be a bartender?”
As we walked, I talked. “A bar and better food are available at just a very few high-end Starbucks. We are doing both. We will have wood-fired pizza, pasta, and the usual breakfast and lunch food. The bar will be small ... see, it is right here, with a dozen bar stools, and the cafe seating will get double duty.”
Nancy smiled and ran her fingers along the bar top. “It all looks almost finished; just need the cash registers and product.”
“And employees, you will be the first ... oh, and there will be no cash registers. It will all be free to the sorority and fraternity members.”
“Are you worried at all about underage drinking?”
“No, we will serve no one who is underage. And won’t over-serve anyone. Furthermore, the ranch will prohibit college students from driving their cars onto the property for social events.”
“How would they get here then?”
“We will soon have two party buses that will provide continuous shuttling to Eugene for classes during the day and social events in the evenings. Also available when anyone needs transportation for anything else.”
“You are treating your Siblings like royalty! You aren’t charging for rent either?”
I nodded. “We are paying Sibling’s tuition too ... like many other Brother do.”
“How many will live here?”
“We have twelve two-bedroom apartments in the bunkhouse, anticipating twenty sorority Siblings and four fraternity Siblings. Plus another twelve bedrooms in the main house for my crested Siblings and three for future children.”
“Umm, Master, where will I sleep?”
“In the stables, lying naked on some straw.” I looked into her eyes seriously.
A little shock seeped through, but she recovered quickly, bowed her head, and quietly said, “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
I looked down at her and grinned. “You will mostly sleep in a cage in my bedroom for the time being. When I am certain that you have been trained out of arrogance, pride, and guilt, and you have become a very ‘friendly’ and happy Sibling again, I will most likely give you a bedroom in the main house.”
As she said, “Thank you, Master,” a small smile appeared on her lips. “I will work very hard to make it so.”
“Again, why will I be the bartender?”
“You tell me?”
“Is it part of my learning humility? To treat people well? Also, an opportunity to meet many people as a servant?”
Nodding, I remarked, “The Starbucks will serve as the main social hub. Besides the sorority members living here, another hundred plus sorority members will have full access to the ranch ... oh, and their favorite fraternity ... which has some Sibling members.
“If you prove yourself as a good slave, I will come to depend on your professional expertise in evaluating Siblings, Brothers, and our progress in building community. They will see you as the sexy bartender, not realizing that you will always watch and listen.”
“That makes sense, Master. You mentioned Brothers too?”
“You will find this to be a stunning resort once you tour the rest of the ranch. Brothers will come in and enjoy the company of Siblings ... including yourself. Remember your Brother tour? That won’t be necessary for new Sibling sorority members. We will bring the Brothers here.”
“Master, may I ask how many crested siblings do you have?”
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