Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 3
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Addy fascinated me. How could she be deeply blushing and holding her head high while being the only naked Sibling walking down into the dungeon? A supremely confident young woman, and a frightened little girl at the same time?
Life with Addy is an icy cooler in a pitch-dark room ... plunge your hand down and you might pull out a sugary soda pop ... or a small bottle of Everclear grain alcohol. Nothing in between. Yes, fascinating ... Perky Tits or baby duck.
My Siblings wore bikinis while I had on a pair of black shorts. Naked Addy was wide-eyed and mouth agape as she took in the huge white room. She had no context for what she was seeing, and I did not enlighten her. We put on the special goggles and I put a pair on Addy.
“Why did everyone take their goggles off but me?” Addy asked.
“Everyone still has their goggles on. Look at me closely and watch.” I touched the button on the back of my head where the strap was, then slowly took my goggles off, then put them back on. She saw them appear, then disappear again.
I wrapped my arms around catching her before she fell to the floor. “Damn, Brother, that is ... impossible.” I guided her forward to where our seats would rezz.
“Medea, please provide us seating for nine this time.”
“As you wish, Z. I count eight of you.”
Addy’s jaw dropped further as four loveseats and a single chair appeared in a circle. As she trembled, I wrapped an arm around her reassuringly. “It’s okay, baby duck, I’ll explain later.”
I sat with Addy; my Siblings sat in the same pairing as earlier today. Perky Tits wiggled her butt in the chair, no doubt feeling the strange buzzing sensation.
“Yes, we will need THE Gwendolen to return for this. I assume that is Gwen’s mom. I know she is busy, but unless she is busy with an emergency, please ask her to come ... and inform her it is important.”
“As you wish. One moment, or two.” Replied Medea, the AI inside the supercomputer controlling the room.
Everyone stared at me curiously. Well, except Perky Tits, still focused on the furniture, wiggled her butt back and forth and ran her fingers along the fabric. Even naked, she was more baby duck than Perky Tits, wearing a look of wonder on her face. I shrugged at my Siblings and said, “I only want to do this once. We need to wait for Gwendolen.”
Five long minutes later, Gwendolen walked in, looking as real as ever for being projected in from Oregon. “Twice in one day, I am summoned by you, Z. Is this going to be good? Oh, and hello baby duck, nice to meet you, or should I call you Perky Tits?”
Addy looked up from being lost in the furniture, blushed slightly, but she held her head high, owning her nicknames. Gwendolen waved her hand, and the chairs moved into a tight circle.
“Perky Tits has a gift for you. But let me explain first.”
“Understood, Z. But unless she is hiding it somewhere between her legs or in her mouth, may I assume the gift is that replica of the famous gold and platinum ring of Carl Johan the 14th, king of Norway and Sweden?”
“Why do you believe it is a replica?” I asked.
“I seriously doubt Perky Tits would wear the ring that mourned the death of the King.”
“Well, she is from European royalty.”
“You are just telling me this now? And you are parading a princess around naked and giving her silly nicknames?”
“Hey, you were the one who told us we should take her as our sex slave.”
“Yes!” blurted Addy.
“What, Addy?” I reached for her hand.
“Yes, I accept the position as the sex slave for you and your family.”
She earned herself a round of chuckles with that. But her face showed a trusting seriousness. Addy was determined. Her grandmother’s coaching had been thorough. But there was something deep inside Addy that provided her with courage and trust in me. I could see it in her eyes; I don’t know how, but she had knowledge far beyond her age.
“You have my undivided attention, Z,” Gwendolen refocused us.
I had Addy tell her story. At the beginning, there were skeptical looks from around the circle, but that twisted to interest, then rapt attention. There were questions as to Heaven Can Wait; no one else had seen the movie.
“May I please see the ring, Addy?” Now Gwendolen was showing her respect. Did she now realize that this might be big?
“Of course, please take it. Grandma wanted you to have it.”
Gwendolen appeared to scrutinize it. It was a simple ring, except for the ornate gold and platinum entwined. I wanted to remove my goggles to see what was really going on, as this was holodeck magic, but I resisted.
“I am so glad we added the extra medical scopes and equipment down here. This will be the first time we have used it for archeological purposes. Do you mind, Addy?” Gwendolen asked.
When she got her nod from Addy, Gwendolen waved her hand, the chairs parted slightly, and she carried off the ring treasure. Gwendolen came back a few minutes later and sat down.
“Medea is carrying out the analysis, but it is definitely not a replica. It cannot be the original; that is in Stockholm, Sweden. But it could be its twin. We already know it was created around 1845. Addy, did you know the ring is designed to have a secret compartment?”
“No ma’am, it is such a small ring, where would a secret compartment be?” Addy asked.
“There is a tiny little hinge on the inside of the band. We just opened it up. It has a few hair follicles inside, and a single grain of rice.” Gwendolen explained.
“One grain of rice, why?” I asked.
“There is writing on it. A message we are decoding. The message is addressed to The Gwendolen, so it is for me. When did your grandmother give you this ring?”
“Last October, before she died.”
“Fascinating, before Z was even aware we existed. Your grandmother was not of the Gwendolen Bloodline?”
“I don’t think she was of any Bloodline, but she was a Brother in the Society.”
“Amazing, and somehow she knew of the Gwendolen Bloodline, the Cymry, and the importance we place in King Carl Johan the 14th.
We waited a few minutes, and Medea told us the message had been decoded and it was private, only for Gwendolen.
Gwendolen’s holographic representation went pale as Medea informed her of the contents. She appeared deep in thought, shook her head slightly, and then said. “Addy, Z, thank you for this. It is important, and unfortunately, I must confer with my council before I can reveal it to you. The implications are immense.”
“Great, more secrets.” I mumbled.
“Z, I am sorry; you will understand soon.”
“I’ve heard that before. But hey, I am not complaining. Well, actually I am, but ... I understand. You have been more and more forthcoming. I’ll await word.”
“Don’t forget the gift I gave you. Here is what I can say ... and advise. Addy’s story is one hundred percent true. She has my full trust and should have yours. Whether you bring her into your family, that is, of course, your decision.”
“I will bring her in as our collared submissive.” I stated.
Gwendolen coughed. Then she sat silently for a moment. She hesitated, then asked. “Child, are you willing to be the slave in this family? Submissive not only to Z, but to your whole family?”
“Yes, ma’am. More than willing. I know it is my path.” Addy responded.
“Then I agree, Z. Bring her in as just that. Remember that TV show quote, ‘Save the cheerleader, save the world’? It was one of the few trashy TV series I ever watched.”
“Yes, I think we all saw it as kids.” Maggie said.
“Not to be melodramatic. This is not save the world stuff. But still ... important. Keep her as Perky Tits; this will help protect Addy more than if people know her as a princess. Your heads are spinning now; I know mine is. Go with Z-speed yet again. Others might stew a little in your dust. But your brash speed is a strength.”
“Perhaps today I’ll slow down a bit and allow my family to reflect.” I replied.
“Oh, please, you and your Siblings have already decided; I can see that all the way from Oregon. I already ordered her ring.”
I smiled, “True, but everyone deserves a choice. This is her first time being down here, and there is so much she doesn’t know.”
“Brother, I know you will always protect me. But I am strong and ready for anything. Let me prove it to you,” Perky Tits spoke.
I laughed. And laughed harder and harder. It was contagious; even Gwendolen smiled. When I collected myself, I raised my hand, still smiling.
“Perky Tits, you never cease to surprise me. You are going to fit in so well in this family. We are going to run you through the car wash, tattoo your thighs, and collar you ... all before dinner.”
“Gwendolen, did you really order a crested ring for Addy?” Maggie asked.
Gwendolen smirked. “No, Maggie ... actually we had a few already created and just waiting for Z to add another crested Sibling.”
My Siblings roared with laughter.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yes, being overnighted, Z will have it tomorrow.”
“Oh, Gwendolen?” I asked.
“Yes, Z?”
“Silly question, but I’m curious ... are you able to see how many Brothers have had six or more crested Siblings.”
I wondered just how far I was deviating from the Brotherhood norm. Was collecting crested Siblings into a large family highly frowned upon?
“Oh, good question. Let me think.”
She paused; one minute became a full five minutes. I assumed Medea was helping to scour databases.
“I think I found that out. We now have access to the ring makers for both the Cymry and the Brotherhood. Of course, I don’t have specific Brother information. But I can discover the coded deliveries by looking at the ring maker databases. A roundabout method, but it should work for a proper tally. Well, wait, the Brotherhood has encrypted their old digitized records.”
“How far back can you go?”
“Wait a minute ... and there we go. You’re lucky; their encryption was no match for Medea. We can go back to 1821,” Gwendolen said.
“Okay, so how many Brothers have had six or more crested Siblings?”
“Counting you?” Gwen asked.
“Yes!!!”
“One.”
“Oh, fuck me!” I wondered if she was pulling my leg. And then I wondered if I was the only Brother to have three collared slaves too.
“I see a softball team in your future, Z.” Gwendolen smiled and winked.
As Gwen left with a wave, I asked, “Does everyone want to do this right now? Seems like a jarring shift in gears.”
“Come on, Brother! Don’t be a pussy. I have not fucked in forever. And I don’t plan on waiting another day!” Doris Alex said while waving her arms dramatically. As I stared down Doris Alex, I gazed at my Gwen. She had been surprisingly quiet the whole time her mother was present. I suspected Gwen knew things she was not saying.
After the nods and giggles to Doris Alex’s outburst, I remained unconvinced. I looked into Addy’s eyes. She looked back into mine, reminding me of the depth we plunged into each other’s minds on the jet and in my bedroom. I was living in that old movie scene for a few moments. I needed her, and she needed me. She smiled and whispered, “You’re the quarterback.”
I bent in and kissed her softly; we were doing this now. I commanded, “Medea. Car wash for one, Perky Tits, come with me.”
All my Siblings stood immediately. “We are a family, Z. Allow us to do this together.” Lisa said.
“Who is in charge here?” Then I grinned. “Hey, works for me. Car wash for all. And yes, Maggie cold water rinse.”
Maggie groaned, but all the women joined Addy, stripping off their bikinis. They walked over to the wall and extended their hands above their heads as dangling cuffs appeared. As I attached the cuffs one by one, I got an idea. During the holidays, my Siblings all underwent enhanced electrolysis. The dungeon had a fast, permanent option that everyone had taken advantage of. No more shaving or waxing. But with the burns Maggie had suffered, and the skin regeneration, some hair follicles had returned. Plus, I could get Addy done right now.
“Addy, would you like a quick electrolysis procedure right now? You will have no hair below your neck permanently.”
“Do it, baby duck, never shave again, and Z insists on a smooth pussy.” Lisa said.
“Um, could I keep a nicely trimmed landing strip only?” Addy asked.
“Medea?”
“Yes, Z, we can do that.”
“Hey! We never got that choice!” Teresa complained.
Medea responded, “Z, none of your toys asked.”
“Yes, Z, please. Let me keep only the landing strip.” Addy said with no hesitation.
“Medea, Addy has agreed. Please proceed with Addy, and a touch-up for Maggie.”
“Yes, Z.”
The leg cuffs appeared around each of my Sibling’s ankles and clamped tight. Then telescoping spreader bars rezzed and slowly pushed their legs further and further apart. Why had I bothered to chain their wrists when Medea could have just done that too? I guess for the ownership of it all. It made me an active participant, yet the supercomputer AI deemed the ankles as manual effort I need not perform. Weird. But it made sense.
A horizontal post slid out of the wall where each of the wrist cuffs for my women were mounted, pulling each of my Siblings three feet away from the wall. Providing room to spin them for the car wash later, and Addy and Maggie for the electrolysis now.
Then the electrolysis began. Little pins with wires attached came down from above and covered large portions of Addy’s body, starting at her neck. They slowly crept around, destroying hair follicles one by one. For Maggie, it was much faster. The pins moved to her previously burned skin around her genitals, chest and hands, and finished in only a few minutes. This process was as advertised: no hair below the neck, even tiny wisps on arms and the backs of hands and fingers. Addy’s took almost twenty minutes. She hung in there without complaint, smiling when it finished.
The fun part began. Dozens of stainless steel water lines descended from the ceiling and ascended from the floor in front of my Siblings. My women were lifted off the floor, spreader bars keeping their legs open and dangling. Everyone knew what was coming, except Addy. Her eyes were dancing from my eyes to her Siblings eyes, to the nozzles pointed at her.
The spray began, not violently, but with the sounds of a touchless carwash, filling the air with a body wash smell. It did not have the harsh soap smell that one might expect. The jets swishing back and forth, their bodies being cleaned as if they were just ... objects. Back and forth, soapy water, scrubbing their already clean bodies. They slowly rotated around and around, the water and soap getting everywhere. I should have done the ‘off-road option’. I imagined that would have splattered them with mud and made the cleaning more satisfying.
The clean water warm wash removed the soap and body wash smell. I breathed in a fresh waterfall scent now. My Siblings stopped spinning, all six directly facing the jets. Their beautiful faces; the emotions ranged from amused tolerance to little smiles. Then the upper jets moved closer and concentrated on their breasts, now running around and around on their nipples. Such precision! Each jet emitted multi-fingered streams, not just one jet per nozzle. The warmth of the spray as the lower jets moved in even closer, drifted warm mist onto my face as they moved up and down between their spread legs. The young women wiggled back and forth, but eventually just gave up any sense of control and let the jets go where they would.
Multiple tongues of warm water on each nipple, pushing pussy lips, penetrating, running back and forth over their clits. Another nozzle growing out of the floor like a tentacle of water, pushing against their ass cheeks. The eroticism had my cock begging to fuck them all.
The women were puppets and the fingers of the water jets were making them dance to orgasm after orgasm. Medea’s voice snapped my reverie. “That’s twenty-five, now twenty-six.”
Damn, I forgot Medea could sense every one of my toy’s orgasms, and she loved to count them out loud. Loudly. This was not her humor programming, more her delight in humiliating my toys. And I was onboard, hey, they were drowning in pleasure.
“Is there a limit where we should stop?” I asked.
“You won’t break your toys, but with the intensity of orgasms, I am surprised none have passed out yet ... there’s thirty-five.” Then Medea whispered in my ear, “Time for an icy water rinse?”
I laughed, not too loudly, and whispered back, “Forty-eight degrees Fahrenheit?”
“Uh-huh,” Medea said. I swear I could hear her delight. She’d been rubbing her hands together ... if she had them. I looked down; I was indeed rubbing my hands when I said, “Do it!”
It took them all by surprise, even though everyone except Addy knew it was coming. The screams were deafening. Only Maggie formed words, calling me a ‘motherfucking bastard’, and then begging for it to stop. The warm wash had mostly missed my women’s hair. Only their long hair, from the shoulder down, had been wet. But the cold water drenched their heads completely, and I laughed. I’m a sadistic bastard for sure, but I would let no one go into shock.
Medea was turning the water off just as I urgently asked her to do the same. I told her to hold off on the warm air blowers as I stepped forward and inspected the shivering women. All with wrists chained high above their heads.
Maggie and Molly were the first two from the left, and looked as identical as they should. Well, except Maggie was still a little thinner. Their long blonde hair had turned dark with the water. Their nipples were long and hard. And as I reached out and lightly tugged Maggie’s right nipple and Molly’s left, they were cold and still so sensitive. Bright faces smiling back at me. I had almost lost them: their intelligence, wit, loyalty, and love; a second chance for us all.
Gawd they were sexy; wet hair covering their faces, they were all body. Five foot seven with nicely sized breasts and medium pink areolae, they were perfect. As I released their nipples, I muttered to myself, “I wish I could make these even longer.”
Medea heard me and responded, “You can.” I shook my head; I’d save that thought for another day.
Doris Alex was next in line. Her long red hair was also darker from the water and covered most of her face. My little red choo-choo. A memory flashed into my mind; her train tattoo had been amazing. It had been temporary and was long gone. But maybe today was the day to make it permanent since I was tattooing Addy and Maggie in a few minutes. My cock was voting a strong yes.
First three Siblings, and I definitely had a type. With their heads obscured, all three had killer athletic bodies of the same height, and generous breasts for their bodies. All three had green eyes too ... if I had been able to see them. And their minds! I’d heard the statement that a good leader surrounds himself with people smarter than himself. They were my match, or better.
Addy was next in line. She was the exception. A supermodel’s body. Five foot ten, maybe almost five eleven. Long legs and long arms. Her body shape like an inverted triangle, hips not as wide as my other women’s. Her breasts were smaller for her height, but still an enjoyable B-cup. And blue eyes. I could see them as she flipped her hair back while I stood in front of her. I reached out and tweaked both of her perky tits and smiled. She was shivering, seemingly unable to speak. “Medea, start the warm air blow-dry.”
Lisa was next down the line. She and Gwen were the oldest, into their twenties. A hot brunette, she had also violently shaken her head, clearing her face of hair. Back to my normal height of five foot seven-ish, she had bigger breasts than the others, D-cup with delightfully pokey nipples. Lisa winked. “Ohhh, orgasms aplenty, Brother, but you really can be a bastard!”
“So I am told, even so, y’all love me.” I twisted a nipple. I had to, after all, I can be a real bastard. Like all my women, Lisa had a mind of her own, and used it well. After her service as sorority president, she would be my human resources manager while she also tackled grad school.
Lisa’s mother was next. Mother like daughter ... except the mother was now several years younger than the daughter. The twins’ abilities had turned back time. Teresa was the younger sister now, with the same hair, and even slightly larger breasts. And those long, erect nipples I loved.
Last in line was the woman with my baby in her belly. Three months pregnant, I worried for a moment that I had been careless with her treatment, ice cold water might have been harmful, but she gave me a beautiful smile and said, “Come closer, Brother, I need a kiss.”
When I bent down and kissed her lovingly, she turned her head, leaned in, and whispered. “Don’t tell Medea, but she is a sweetheart and used lukewarm water on me. She knew to protect our baby.”
I whispered back. “Then I owe Medea a big one. And am relieved. I should have known better.”
Gwen was smaller, five foot two, with dark auburn hair, green eyes (another one!) and 34B breasts that looked large on her body. When I first met her, I was 100% certain she was Morfydd Clark. And yet, on closer inspection, she was prettier than Morfydd Clark.
Medea increased the temperature and flow of the blow-drying. It now felt like a warm summer breeze. No, more like a hot, dry desert wind. The shivering had stopped for everyone. They weren’t calling me a bastard, and everyone was still experiencing the aftereffects of recent multiple orgasms.
My brain was in conflict. I could easily fuck any of the seven. Our collective sex drives had returned and were raging. My cock was still hard and in need. And yet, I could wait.
“Medea, release my women ... gently.”
The ankle cuffs on the spreader bars opened, and the bars fell to the floor. My Siblings were lowered so they could stand, then the cuffs on their wrists opened.
“Bloody hell! Is this just a normal day in the life of this family!?!?” Addy asked incredulously.
“The day is not yet over, Perky Tits, and you claimed you could handle it. By the way, do you consent to permanent tattoos of my crest and name today?” I taunted and asked.
“What! Christ! ... Okay, yes.”
“Medea, dress the women in strapless summer dresses of different styles and sandals. Put me in jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt. And we’ll walk down to the upscale tattoo parlor. I want no extra customers there, just a couple of tattoo artists.”
“Yes, Z. A few moments of darkness and I will make it so.”
The goggles dropped us into total darkness. When light returned, Addy gasped and grabbed my arm. “Damn! I’m wearing clothes. And we’re on the street. This is insane!”
“It’s a simulation, Addy. Like the couches were, and the car wash.”
A warm summer breeze blew loose paper up the street and teased my girl’s skirts. The smell of fresh bread floated in the air. Must be a bakery near the tattoo shop.
“Are those people walking on the sidewalk real?”
“No, they are called simulants. It adds to the ambiance.” I said. “Come, let’s walk.”
My other Siblings sniggered as we strolled ... Addy’s head on a swivel. Just half a block down, we entered a shiny silver and blue Tattoo Boutique. I doubt one existed anywhere in the world, but we went with it. A dude walked up to me dressed in something right out of a Star Trek medical bay and asked us what kind of tattoo we desired.
Doris Alex lifted her dress high, jumped her ass up on a nearby counter, spread her legs and said, “These two tattoos,”
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