Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 15
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Oops, I must have locked the door.
Yeah, I purposefully did so after watching them come from the main house. All three were laughing like longtime best friends. Three dazzling blondes. The only notable difference was that keli stood several inches shorter than the other two. Halfway across the cobblestone drive, Amy jerked the drop cloth right off Addy, leaving her momentarily naked as two older plumbers arrived. I’m glad we were paying all the contractors extremely well for their quality, speed and ... discretion.
Painter Girl now wore the work clothes she had on last night. Addy and keli only had a drop cloth each, standing on the front porch. Cloudy and gray, and fifty degree weather, but hey, it wasn’t raining.
“Who is it?” I asked in a silly sing song voice.
Amy yelled, “Your bitch, your slut, and your cocksucker!”
“Can you be more specific? I have so many bitches and sluts.”
“You won’t have any if you don’t open the fucking door, Master!” Addy yelled, pounding the door again.
I ignored Addy ... for now. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please!” All three voices responded.
“Pretty please?” I asked.
“Pretty please!” They responded.
“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” I continued.
“Pretty please with a cherry on top!”
“But you have no cherries to offer me?”
They all laughed. Maybe courtesy laughs. But I relented as they did me the curtesy of acknowledging my comedic mastery and opened the door.
All three stomped in, slammed the door behind them, and laughed hysterically. “Oh, my god, the look on his face. My coworker saw me naked!”
“Ex-coworker?” asked keli.
“Well, yeah, but still! And the walk of shame!”
“Fuck, you had yesterday’s clothes on. We only had sheets.”
As Addy and keli dug through their overnight bags to dress, I commanded, “Stop! Presentation mode.”
Addy and keli instantly turned, faced me and spread their feet to shoulder width, with tits cupped and lifted, as an offer to me. Amy looked at them and got the message. Off flew her shoes, sweatshirt, bra, blue jeans and panties. Impressively fast.
“Master, the limo is going to be here shortly.”
“It will wait. Who is in charge here?”
“You are Master.” Addy said while Amy and keli said, “You are, Z.”
“Addy, remember that.” I said sternly.
“Yes, Master.”
“Oh, and Amy?”
“Yes, Z?”
“You are welcome to wear bras. Some Siblings will. But ... none of my women do.”
“I am not one of your women, though.”
Addy smiled and whispered, “Yet.”
Amy looked over at me. I gave her a wink.
Amy bent down, picked up her bra and tossed it in the wastebasket. She then returned to presentation mode.
“Amy, what are you doing today?” I asked.
“I was going home to pack, but I have unpacked little since moving, so it will be quick.”
“Speak with the limo driver. He’ll pick you up. Be back here at 2:30.”
“Yes, Z. Thank you.”
“And Amy?”
“Yes, Z?”
“Do I have to remind you to wear something slutty?”
Amy smiled. “No, Sir! I am aspiring to be one of your sluts after all.”
“That’s the spirit!” I said and winked.
“Oh geez, I need to warn all the Siblings that sluts and bitches have officially entered your lexicon.” Addy said while giggling.
“It worked last night.” I said. “Bitches be getting their slut clothes on and into the limo.”
“We created a monster!” keli said as she laughed.
“Aww, y’all really love me.”
“We do!” all three women said in unison, including Amy.
No Andy Fucking Reid today. No Not Andy either. But Mahomes, Kelce and the tight end coach, Tom Melvin, were on my ass for four hours. Damn, they were encouraging, though. Maybe I raised my stock to forty-four percent?
I was standing in the elevator, too tired to raise my hand to press the button. Sliding down to the floor of the elevator was tempting, except I knew I would have to get up somehow.
Yeah, I pressed the button and arrived at my new bedroom in the main house and limped into the shower. I made a mental note to get a cheap plastic chair so that I could aim all the shower nozzles at it ... and just sit. I know, I was being dramatic. But the pain and exhaustion were real.
I moved into the main house. Or more accurately, someone moved my clothes in for me while I was down below. Whoever did it moved a laundry hamper of my previously worn and unwashed dress shirts. Perfect! I dropped my soaked-in-sweat football jersey, shorts, socks and jock in a second, empty hamper, not wanting to overpower the dress shirts.
I quickly put on a black long sleeve dress shirt, gray shorts, and sandals. The hot shower, then blasted completely cold at the end, helped revitalize me. After passing two workers, I exited the main doors. Amy stood on the porch of the Brother house across the street. Long blonde hair loose, on her perfectly proportioned athletic body. She had followed my directions and dressed like a slut. All in black, her tiny tube top, maybe three inches wide, displayed plenty of cleavage and under-boob. She had combined the look with a micro-mini skirt and black heels.
The guy standing next to her drew my attention. A lighter skinned black man dressed in tactical pants and a black polo. About six feet tall and definitely in shape. All that plus just his stance and gaze at me said ... ex-military.
Why was one of my security members standing so close to Amy? Then, the sinking feeling hit ... oh, fuck, me! Tell me that isn’t her dad!
Striding across the cobblestone, then up the walk, I extended my hand. “Hi, I’m Z.” He matched a firm grip, but didn’t overdo it.
“Hello, I’m Steve. Good to meet you.”
“Amy’s dad, right?”
“How did you guess?”
“I could definitely see the family resemblance.” I smiled. “Welcome to the Flying V ranch. I was expecting to see you this weekend.”
“Since I’m not working, I thought I’d come along today. I talked to Nate for almost two hours this morning. He suggested I could just come with Amy. I hope that is okay?”
“It’s perfect! You are a Brother and are welcome anytime. We are creating a resort for all Brothers and Siblings.”
I turned and said, “Hi Amy.”
“Would you like me to pose in presentation mode, Z?”
I feigned distress with a hand pinching the bridge of my nose. “Are you trying to get me beat up, Amy? You both punked me enough for one day!” I chuckled, which turned into a full laugh as the father-daughter duo joined me.
“When you talked to Nate, did he mention his daughter Hanna and me?”
“Oh yes, and something about showing you his pistol when you first met him in his office.” Steve said.
“He did!” I said. “It scared the shit out of me. But now, we are good friends. I hope we hear from Hanna soon.”
“When Amy told me you ordered her to wear something slutty ... well ... I think she outdid herself.” Steve said.
“I’d say I was joking, but I wasn’t ... just didn’t expect her to bring her dad with. I meant no disrespect.”
“None taken. Nate talked about the ranch for quite a while. Golf course, horseback riding, swimming ... and plenty of Siblings.”
“Up to three dozen Siblings could end up living here, although a few are my crested Siblings.” I said.
Steve laughed. “I heard from Nate about your concept of what a few is.”
“It’s not my fault!” I joked. “We will also have Siblings living in the sorority house next to campus who will often come out here. Hoping you can help, Steve.”
“Hmm, I always love to pitch in and help with that kind of problem.”
Such a fun, lighthearted conversation. Thank gawd, it did not look like I’d need my security to come rescue me. They might have been too late.
As we walked back to the main house, I suggested we look at the main house and bedrooms first, and then I asked, “Did Nate talk about what is below the house?”
“Hmm, not a word.”
“Nate had seen a prior version when he was in the Caribbean. But this is a substantial upgrade. Prepare to be amazed.”
“That’s a high bar, Z. I’ll keep an open mind on my amazement level.” Steve said and winked.
We walked into the main house through the stunning main entrance and hung a left. I expect Amy was relieved that none of her former coworkers were in the hallway still doing touch up painting.
I showed Steve a sampling of bedrooms my crested Siblings would occupy, then opened the door to my bedroom. Steve laughed and commented, “Nate told me I had to see your bed. Now, I understand!”
“Nate hasn’t even seen it. The Siblings must have bragged about it.” I said.
Steve smiled and said, “Amy mentioned she helped break it in last night...”
“Papa!!!” Amy yelped.
“What I want to show you, though, is down below.”
Using the retinal scanner, I opened the elevator. Once we stepped in, I paused and turned to both of them. “I need to explain something ... Nancy...”
Steve interrupted. “Nate informed me of the problems Nancy was causing, and your ... role in helping her.”
“That was quite a lengthy conversation!”
“Nate thought I might meet Nancy and didn’t want me to get the wrong impression about you. The extreme help that you have provided.”
I nodded towards Amy. “I don’t want your daughter to get the wrong impression either. Nancy is a work in progress. It seems extreme ... but this will help her become a Sibling again.”
“I already know all I need to know about you, Z. You are a good man ... like my father.”
“Steve, if you are willing, you could help with Nancy. She has bonded strongly with me, but that bond needs to grow to include other Brothers ... well ... and Siblings too.”
“Understood. If I have the opportunity, I’ll jump in.”
“Me too!” said Amy.
“Good! Thank you.”
“I am curious about what we will discover down below. Shall we?” asked Steve.
“We shall!” I pressed the S.
When we put on the goggles and they disappeared into our faces, Steve’s and Amy’s eyebrows rose. Then, the far door opened to a tropical paradise, their jaws dropped incredulously.
“Where are we?” asked Steve.
“Under the main house.”
“But I see the sun shining, the breeze, the trees, the smells.” Amy spoke just above a whisper.
“A holodeck, like on Star Trek ... almost ... we still need the goggles for the visuals to work.”
“They vanish when worn, though. So is it not the same?” Steve said.
“Well ... hmm ... yeah, you are right. Maybe on Star Trek, the goggle application was automated.” I grinned at my nerd-ish credence in Star Trek being real. The Big Bang Theory, damn, was I really channeling those idiot physicists?
“Now, if computerized characters appear as flesh and blood ... you’ll really have something.” Steve mused.
Medea approached us. “Here to pick up Nancy, Z? Ohh, and you brought a friend, and another toy?”
“Right on cue, Medea. Steve, Amy, let me introduce Medea, the AI supercomputer.” Medea was presenting as a mid-forties, fit and trim woman.
“Can I shake its hand?” Steve asked.
“Her hand ... and yes. She can hit you up the side of your head too. Jethro Gibbs style. So be careful. Medea feels like flesh and blood and has a great sense of humor.” I said while chuckling.
Steve reached out and shook Medea’s hand. “Amazing. She seems completely real.”
Medea laughed. “Oh, thank you, kind sir, for boosting my confidence in existing.”
“Hmm, am I the toy?” Amy asked.
“Yes, the Cymry have refined this technology...”
“And a male-dominated former branch of the Brotherhood ... so they consider most women toys and programmed the AI that way?” Steve pitched in.
“Damn, again, that was a long conversation with Nate! Yeah, mostly. Medea knows better, but is stubborn ... and has a sense of humor that will grow on you.”
“Thanks, Z. Perhaps I can take you out back later and reward you? And you’re right. You dressed this new toy, Amy, exactly like a Stanford medical doctor. How could I have been so mistaken?”
I chuckled. “Let’s go get Nancy. You didn’t keep her in a kennel, right?”
“Now, would I do that?”
“Siblings seemed to think you couldn’t help humiliating her.”
“I felt tempted. I’d love to see us give both toys a nice car wash on the way out. But no. She is asleep on a couch overlooking the beach. Come this way.”
“Car wash?” Steve asked.
“A favorite of Medea’s for ‘cleaning’ the toys ... a mixture of water powered orgasms and humiliation. We should ... ahh ... skip that today.”
We walked along the cement pathway towards the beach. The breeze, the flower scents, the heat of the sun, the white sands ... and brilliant aquamarine and teal water ... indistinguishable from an Antiguan beach.
“Master!!!” Nancy screamed as she popped up from the couch and ran into my arms. Nancy had no problems running to me on ultra high heels, though they were small, quick baby steps. She was definitely awake and wearing a white hospital lab smock with her erect nipples tenting the material.
After I moved her back a few steps so that I could look at her fully, I said. “Medea, what happened to her hair? This is not what we agreed on.” Not that I was complaining. Nancy wore platinum pink hair in her original pixie cut. Almost platinum blonde, yet tinged in pink. Medea dyed her eyebrows blonde. Nancy’s hair framed her now perfect light skin. Her large orange-yellow amber eyes were hi-lighted by dark eye makeup and long black eyelashes.
“Z, her enhancements are wildly successful. The hairstyle we had agreed on was in keeping with a mature, but young looking toy. This hairstyle is more fitting of the youthful body she now has.”
“So you two also agreed to make her lips even fuller than we agreed?
“Yes, I convinced your toy.”
I let it ride. I wondered just what Medea had done to convince Nancy. Still, Nancy was smiling with the blowjob bright red plump lips. Damn, I wondered if her lips were tattoo’d or stained that way permanently. Regardless, from her silver collar up, Nancy was now a stunning ... sex toy.
Amy inquired, “How old is Nancy?”
“I’m forty-five,” Nancy stated.
“Judging by her face, I would have guessed she was twenty.” Steve said.
“Presentation mode.” I commanded.
Damn, I had not limited it to Nancy. My face turned red. Both Nancy and Amy stood naked within seconds. Both with feet spread to shoulder width and hands cupping their tits.
“Apologies, Steve. I should have addressed that only to Nancy.”
“Amy has been naked before me many times, and in case you haven’t noticed ... she is determined to please you.”
I turned and smiled at Amy. “Well played, and definitely the beautiful body I saw last night ... and err ... this morning. You may remain naked if your dad agrees.”
“Papa is not a prude, Z. He is a Brother like you.”
I chuckled. “I’ll try to remember that. Ex-military fathers still scare me. Okay then, now for Nancy.”
I turned back and looked at our first ranch employee. “Hands at your sides, baby girl.”
Steve inhaled and expelled in visual pleasure, as did I. Perfection. Everywhere. Body, skin, and oh, those breasts. A fantastic mix of natural and porn star worthy. Amy giggled nervously. “Those nipple rings look amazing, and such long, erect nipples.”
“Look at those breasts. Perfect, no sag at all. It would be nice to see the before photos.” Steve said.
“We can do much better than that, Steve.” Said Medea.
In walked another naked woman wearing only the silver collar, fuck me heels, and a brunette pixie cut hair. She turned and stood side by side with the new and improved Nancy. A fit and trim body, looking younger than forty-five. The original Nancy could have been a much older and less stunning older sister. Medea explained, “This is a simulant, a perfect replica of how Nancy was before the alterations. Inspect them both. See and feel the differences.”
Steve whistled lightly. “Nancy was fuckable before, but now ... amazing.”
Amy boldly stepped forward and ran her hands over the replica, then the new Nancy. “Wow, how beautiful. Talk about turning back the clock. This Sibling is perfect.”
“She is, but Nancy needs to earn her Sibling card back yet.” I said.
Amy asked, “Then should I call her a toy like Medea does, or a slut?”
I grinned. “Another point for Amy. How about calling her Nancy, or slave for now?”
“Hey, you called me a slut last night! Nancy is a pure slut now, so I may ... slip up.” Amy winked.
“Umm ... I said it in the throes of pleasure.”
As Amy began toying with Nancy’s erect nipples and nipple rings, Nancy moaned. Amy grinned back and said. “This little bitch ... ohh, sorry, slave ... could come for me just by playing with her nipples.”
“You are correct.” Medea offered, “Her enhancements mean she easily can, and does from only breast stimulation.”
Steve stepped forward. “Let’s test that.”
Steve ran his fingertips back and forth over both of Nancy’s nipples. Then, began to play with her rings, tugging lightly. Back to her nipples, he grabbed each with his thumbs and forefingers. Twisting and pulling, he bent forward, extending his tongue and licking her partly open, plump, red painted lips.
After just a minute, Nancy shuddered and reached climax. Amy went down to her knees, inspecting Nancy’s pussy. “Oh, a piercing here too like her belly button!”
Amy slid her fingers between Nancy’s pussy lips, then plunged forward. “What a slu ... slave. She is completely soaked.”
Nancy withdrew her fingers and sucked in her fingertips. “Oh, delicious too. Here, Papa, have a taste.” Amy plugged three fingers back deep into Nancy’s pussy, pulled them out, stood and offered her hand to her dad. He sucked just the tips in and smiled.
Amy pulled her fingers back, then pushed them into Nancy’s parted lips. “Suck them clean, slut.”
Amy looked at her father and said, “Oh, look at those lips. Wouldn’t you love to see your cock in that slutty mouth, Papa?”
Amy walked around Nancy and exclaimed. “Tattoos! Turn around, slave, and grab your ankles.”