Chapter 12: Sex Slave’s Naughty Plan

Aurora Pritchard

“I wonder where Krystal is off to in such a hurry,” I said to my fellow sex slaves—Rebecca, Petra, Tracy and I were sitting at a table in our high school’s cafeteria—as Krystal, our Master’s little sister, and her girlfriend, the Korean Ji-Yun, rushed out of the cafeteria.

“Maybe they’re going to go fuck,” Petra said. She was one of my best friends. I was so happy that she’d accepted her new role as Justin’s sex slave. Now only our other friend, Paris, needed to surrender to her lust and to stop being such a stubborn bitch.

“Maybe they are,” I said, watching the pair scurry towards the exit. They darted past Vince, the most openly gay guy in our school. I wondered if he would hit on my ex-boyfriend now that Master had turned Chris gay. I shifted, thinking that would be hot. I blinked and...

Vince disappeared like he had popped out of existence.

At the same moment, every guy in the cafeteria, at least the ones who were at least moderately handsome and in shape, stood up and all headed towards the boys’ restroom. It was the one next to the single use bathroom where Justin had fucked me in yesterday. My jaw dropped as some of boys started holding each other’s hands.

Vince was over by the bathroom now. How had he crossed the cafeteria in an eye blink? He looked so pleased, such a big grin on his face, as the guys flowed past him inside. All the girls in the cafeteria, and the few husky or nerdy guys who didn’t join the parade, stared in shock.

“This is going to be great,” a guy named Mike said he strolled by my table. He was holding hands with our high school’s star running back, Marquise. “Can’t wait to suck your dick, man.”

My jaw dropped.

“Are they about to have a gay orgy in there?” Tracy asked, the busty brunette sex slave leaning over the table towards me. Her tits swayed in her blouse. “Did ... Master pause time again?”

I shook my head. “Justin wouldn’t do this. I...” A strange idea struck me. “I think Vince paused time. And I think he made his own a harem of guys.”

“Well, that’s ambitious,” Rebecca, my fellow cheerleader sex slave, said. She was another accidental sex slave, created when her and Tracy heard words Justin spoke to me while time was paused...

They were accidents like me, mind-controlled to be Justin’s.

“Yeah,” I said, an interesting idea percolated through my mind. Our Master could make any girl in our high school into his sex slave. The next time he paused time, he could have an entire army of nubile women all loving and serving him.

All brainwashed to be his.

My pussy went molten wet. I shifted in my seat, wanting to just reach between my thighs and finger myself. I wished Master had let us join him and his girlfriend for their “study session” with Miss Daisy. But he wanted to have fun with just his girlfriend and the busty teacher.

I bet the teacher make a good sex slave. Miss Daisy had a beautiful, red hair and tits as big as Tracy’s.

My phone trilled an announcement, telling me I had a text message from Paris. I read it and smiled. “I’m surrendering. You won. I need to fuck my Master.”

I smiled and stood up, staring at my fellow sex slave. “Let’s go, girls, were about to have some more fun.”

Vince could have his harem of boys because it left more girls for Justin to enjoy.

Krystal Sampson

I sprinted with my Korean girlfriend, Ji-Yun, at my side. Paris had a good lead on us. The bitchy rich girl was surprisingly fast in those five-inch heels of hers. She was motivated to get to my brother an fuck him. She really wanted to become his sex slave. I didn’t want to become my brother’s sex slave, but I did ache to fuck him.

My naughty girlfriend, apparently, could stop time, too. She’d used her power to brainwash me into being bi. Thanks to her, guys turned me on. Especially my brother. I couldn’t wait to writhe in incestuous passion with him. Maybe I should be mad at Ji-Yun, but I couldn’t be. It was only fair since I made Ji-Yun like girls.

Like me.

My excitement kept me from really wondering why when Justin froze time, I wasn’t paused, but when Ji-Yun did it, she froze me. I would have thought that I would’ve been immune from her power. I didn’t even feel her time-stoppage rushing over me. It was almost like we weren’t on the same wavelength or something.

Sam would understand this.

After I fucked Justin, I’d asked her about it. She was, like, dating my brother now. I don’t know what he saw in the nerdy girl—she was so mousy and plain—since Justin could have any sexy girl he wanted. I mean, he had the sultry Paris rushing towards him. Aurora and Petra, the other two hottest girls in school, were already his sex slaves.

“Come on, faster, Ji-Yun,” I panted as I stretched my legs. “We have to get to my brother!”

“Yes!” Ji-Yun moaned. “He’s going to be so happy with me. I did it! I followed his orders!”

My brother’s dumb plan to brainwash my girlfriend into seducing me into having sex with him actually worked. Maybe he wasn’t as much of an idiot as I thought he was.

Justin Sampson

Fear froze me as I stood naked in Miss Daisy’s classroom. The two sewage workers, who’d been stalking around my high school, charged at me. They were dressed in gray jumpsuits, having the sort a portly build you’d see in any middle-aged, blue-collared worker. But they moved fast. They grabbed my arms in moments, gripping me while a third man in a black suit—he looked fit and athletic, embodying that dangerous and competent government agent—stared at me with a hard face.

They were arresting me for violating national security. They must have figured out that I was pausing time and mind-controlling people. But how... ?

It hit me. Aurora’s Facebook and Instagram posts. She broadcasted to the world her new personality changes. It wasn’t really subtle at all.

Luckily, I had powers. I had a few hours’ worth of time-freezing energy built up inside my internal battery. I’d learned I could not only freeze all of time, but localize it. Pausing one person was less efficient than the pausing the world, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that.

I shouted out as the two assholes wrestled with my arms. My “time energy” flowed out of me, immobilizing both men. They froze in a way that no human being could ever mimic. There were no tiny spasms of muscles to betray them, no flutter of veins throbbing in their temples or twitch of their eyes. No slight rise of the chest from breathing. These men looked freeze-framed in the midst of reality.

“Shit!” the agent in the suit shouted. His hand moved in a blur, drawing a pistol from a holster at his side. He aimed at me, snarling, “You open your mouth, and I will put a bullet in your head, boy!”

There was a slight tremor to the agent’s hand as he pointed the gun at me. Was he scared of me?

My mind tumbled as I stared at the weapon. Fear swept through me. I swallowed, struggling to think. He worked for the government. I had rights. He wouldn’t shoot me if I wasn’t doing anything threatening. I was just speaking. I had rights. All I had to do was say the words and mind-control his two grunts so they were on my side.

My jaw moved. The words formed on my lips.

Salome “Sam” Shapiro

I had read that senses slowed down in stressful situations. That hardly conveyed the way my mind raced far faster than reality was happening. My brain was processing a greater quantity of sensory information, my mind struggling to handle it as the adrenaline flooded out of my adrenal glands and pumped through my bloodstream. The hormone was responsible for my increased brain activity, giving me the illusion that time had slowed down.

This allowed me to scrutinize the agent, to process what he was doing, that his threat was no empty boast, that his finger was poised to pull the trigger. It would only take a few pounds of force to break the action and send the firing pin slamming into the primer. The gunpowder would ignite and shoot the bullet at 380 meters per second into my boyfriend’s head.

From the way the agent’s jaw was set, the way his brow was furrowed, I knew he was going to shoot my lover.

“Nooooooo!” I screamed in pure panic as his finger pulled the trigger.

A rush of energy hurtled out of me, a wave of power that burst out of a reservoir I wasn’t really aware of. This force lashed out of me in a cone before me, freezing a block of reality.

Catching a copper-jacketed, 9mm bullet in midair.

The room went silent as we all stared at it, the bullet frozen like a bronze star, the air behind it rippling from its wake. Curls of smoke and specs of unburned gunpowder were paused in a cloud outlining the spreading cone of affected space before me.

I gaped.

The agent cursed.

Justin flinched, gasping in shock as he threw himself to the ground. The bullet’s frozen path would’ve carried it straight into his brain.

My hand lowered, a wave of dizziness washed through me. I unleashed all the energy I had built up since ... The kiss? I thought I had imagined I stopped time when Justin kissed me outside of Miss Daisy’s classroom when we arrived at school. That happened before I knew people could freeze time. I must have paused it then, and now had just unleashed all the gravitons that had built up in me since then to stop the bullet.

CRACK!

The bullet streaked forward, time moving again. The sonic boom of it traveling faster than the speed of sound crashed into my ears. Then it buried into the wall, missing Justin as he groaned on the ground. The two agents he’d frozen lurched into motion a moment later, grunting in surprise before they lunged down and seized Justin. The agent with the gun pivoted, recovering from his shock. He aimed his weapon right at me.

A bead of sweat trickled down his brow.

I felt so tired. So weak. I wanted to collapse. A gibbering, liquefied moan rose through my guts. It climbed higher and higher through me and came out of me as a terrified whimper. Something a little girl would make. I suddenly felt like I was a different person, watching this frightened version of myself thrust her arms up into the air, tears falling down her cheeks as she blubbered, begging for mercy.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to handle the situation.

Krystal Sampson

I blinked at the sharp crack. It was slightly different from the first one, not quite as powerful, reminding me almost of a ... gunshot. But it couldn’t be that. It had to be like a car backfiring or some asshole boy setting off fireworks. It couldn’t be a gun here. This was a high school. A gun free zone.

Ahead, Paris reached the intersection of a crossing hallway. She gasped then shouted in excitement and ran even faster around the corner to the right, her dark-brown, wavy hair flying behind her. That direction lead towards Miss Daisy’s classroom.

I kept running after her, a stitch forming in my side. I couldn’t keep this up much longer. I really needed to exercise more. Sweat beaded my forehead, my body feeling all sticky. This wouldn’t make me look sexy when I reached Justin. I slowed down, allowing Paris to get to him first.

I didn’t mind because she wanted him more than I did.

I rounded the corner with Ji-Yun, slowed now to a walk and panting for breath when...

I gasped.

Paris screeched as she flew at a man in the suit. The guy was holding Justin in a tight grip. My brother was naked and there was a black bag pulled over his head. His hands were behind his back, bound by those zip-tie cuffs that riot police used. A moment later, two of those sewage workers who’d been meandering about our school all morning hauled out a shaking Sam. She had a similar bag thrust over her head. Her naked breasts quivered, her inner thighs gleaming.

“Let go of my Master!” Paris shrieked and threw herself at the man in the suit. She grabbed his arm, trying to pull his grip away from Justin. “He has to fuck me! I need it!”

“Another Parallel!” shouted the man in the suit, throwing Paris back.

The rich girl’s arms windmilled. She tottered on her heels. The right one snapped. She collapsed onto the ground, a grunt bursting from her lips.

“Come on,” growled the man in the suit. “Let’s move before any more of them show up.”

Paris kicked off her heels and gained her feet, throwing herself like a wild animal at the man in the suit. Her hair flew behind her as she pounced onto his back, grabbing him, her thighs wrapping around him tight.

“He has to fuck me!” she shouted. “I have to cum? I’m going to fucking explode if I don’t fucking cum?”

“What do we do, Krystal?” Ji-Yun whimpered beside me.

I had no idea what to do. I didn’t understand what was going on here. Who were these men? Why were they arresting my brother and Sam? Because they were having sex with Miss Daisy? Or ... Did they know he could stop time and control people with his mind? Did that mean they were looking for me, too?

“Ji-Yun,” I whined, gripping my girlfriend’s hand. “What do we do?”

She shook her head, trembling beside me.

“Get this crazy Parallel off of me!” snarled the man in the suit.

One of the shabby-looking sewage workers sprang at Paris. He seized the sixteen-year-old girl and wrenched her bodily from the man in the suit. She thrashed like a wildcat in the sewage worker’s grip, legs and arms flailing, her brown hair flying about her face.

“I have to fuck him!” she screeched. “Don’t you understand that if I don’t fucking serve him, I’ll never cum? And I need to cum! I can’t take it any more! Let him go! He’s my Master!”

“Come on!” snarled the man in the suit as she dragged my brother down the hallway. Where were they taking him? Were they cops or the mob? This was so bad. I had to do something. I couldn’t stop time again until 7 PM tonight. That was up hours and hours away.

But I couldn’t just stand here helpless.

Footsteps slapped behind me. I threw look over my shoulder to see Aurora and my brother’s three other sex slaves slide to a stop. They gasped as they stared down the corridor. The man in the suit and the other sewage worker were about to take Justin and Sam out of the building. The third one still grappled with Paris as she’s screeched with madden lust.

“Are they taking Master?” gasped Aurora. “Oh, shit, those are the assholes from the NSA!”

NSA? That was the federal government. It all clicked in my mind. The man in the suit ... the workers wandering around our school with their phones like they were monitoring all the pervy stuff going on ... Of course the government would be trying to figure out what was going on here. Somehow, they knew all about it and...

Aurora’s social media posts.

“Let’s go save our Master!” Aurora shouted.

She raced down the hallway past Ji-Yun and me, her time as a cheerleader giving her speed. Her lithe legs flashed beneath her. Rebecca, another blonde cheerleader, ran with grace at Aurora’s side while the two busty girls, Petra and Tracy, trailed after.

“Let my Master go!” Aurora roared.

“Yes!” howled the other three.

Aurora Pritchard

The NSA agent in the suit whirled around. He stood by the doors that led out of our school gripping my poor Master by the arm, holding him tight. I wouldn’t let this bastard take Justin.

“Fuck, more Parallels?” snarled the agent. “This little fucker’s done some real damage here!”

I didn’t care how much damage Justin did. Master could make every girl in the school his. It felt so right to me. I couldn’t let these dumb government agents take him away. I would throw my all into saving my Master. I was his sex slave. It didn’t matter to me what the NSA agents did to me. If it let me save my master, it would be worth it.

“Fuck this,” growled the man the suit. He drew a handgun from a holster at his waist and pointed right at my Master’s head. Justin went stiff as he felt the gun barrel pressing through the sack covering his head. “If you girls don’t stop right the fuck now, I will kill him!”

Such horror shot through me. The man in the suit’s eyes were so hard. So cruel. I could see the truth in them. His finger was on the trigger. He was going to execute my master.

“No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, willing everything to stop, to freeze and give me a chance to save my master and—

Energy burst out of me.

I felt that familiar rush that had come from Justin when he’d paused reality around us. It spilled out of me everything froze around me. I stumbled to a halt, gasping for breath, and cast my gaze around in disbelief. Rebecca was frozen in mid run, neither one of her feet touching the ground, her blonde hair streaming behind her. Tracy was just on the tip of her toes, her tits heaving in her blouse as she raced at her full speed. Petra was in the process of stopping, a look of horror frozen on her face. Beads of perspiration gleamed like diamonds on my fellow sex slaves’ faces, droplets of spittle hung suspended in the air before their mouths.

My head whipped around. “Master, I stopped time! Isn’t that... ?”

Justin wasn’t moving, either. I blinked, seeing him standing still, immobilize, the gun’s barrel pressed against his head. The agent looked so wild, his face frozen in an expression of thuggish brutality. The bastard really was going to execute my Master. Such an anger swelled through me. I wanted to go over there, grab his gun, and pull the...

No, no, I needed to be smart about this.

I just stopped time. Somehow, I gained Justin’s powers. Maybe they had rubbed off on me. Or maybe ... No, wait, Vince gained the power to stop time. Was whatever causing this ability spreading? Were more and more people gaining it? If that was the case, then they could do things to my Master, control him. I had a chance to set things up, to protect my Master.

I couldn’t be hasty.

First up, the agents. They needed new instructions. They couldn’t have my Master; they had to serve him. I had to protect him from the rest of the government.

A wave of fear washed through me as I felt a monstrous enormity lurking before me. The government knew Justin was behind this. They knew he was dangerous.

I took a deep breath, struggling to gather myself. I need to think big. Ideas kindled in my mind.

Smiling, I marched towards the agents, settling on the commands I would whisper to them. I stopped at the one holding the struggling Paris. I leaned close to whisper, not wanting Paris to overhear what I spoke.

With my lips almost touching his, I hissed softly that Master especially couldn’t hear me, “You now serve Justin Sampson. He is your master. Your God. You’ll do anything he says. You will give up your life for him. You are devoted to being his bodyguard, his protector, his servant. You’ll obey him, his girlfriend, and his most trusted sex slaves without question. With utter devotion.”

I nodded in satisfaction and marched towards the bastard holding a gun to my Master’s head.

The moment I reached the bastard clutching my Master I kicked him squarely in the balls. I hoped he would feel it when time unfroze.

Threaten my Master!

His slacks stayed bunch up, leaving a clear impression that my toe had connected squarely with his family jewels. Nodding in satisfaction, I shoved his arm up into the air, ensuring that if he pulled the trigger when he came unpaused, he wouldn’t harm my Master.

Next, I ripped the bag off Justin’s head. I studied his face, my heart breaking. His eyes were wide, full of terror, his cheeks pale. “I’m here, Master,” I said, speaking softly, with all my love. “You’re safe. Bastards are never going to hurt you.”

The bag remained frozen in the air instead of fluttering towards the ground. I ignored it as I leaned close to the agent in the suit. I whispered nearly identical command in his ear, making him into my Master’s devoted slave. The I scooted around him towards the overweight schlub dragging poor Sam away. I ripped off her bag, exposing the nerdy girl’s terrified gaze. Tears glistened like frozen diamonds on her cheeks, her eyes swollen behind her glasses. More anger boiled inside of me. I pressed my lips up against the final agent’s ear and hissed his commands.

They would make up for terrorizing my Master and his nerdy girlfriend.

I nodded my head in satisfaction. That done, I needed to take care of the school. This power was spreading, I needed to ensure that no one else can use it on my Master. I glanced at Justin and...

I could do something to him. I could whisper him a command. The temptation shot through me. Ever since yesterday, I’d been bratty to him. I kept hoping that he would get more than annoyed with me. That he would punish me. Spank me.

I licked my lips, shivering. I knew it would be incredible. I just needed to give Master a little ... nudge.

I slipped next to my master, putting my arms around his neck as I nuzzled into his ear. I nibbled on his lobe, my tongue licking up it. I knew he would feel that when time unfroze. That made my naughty pussy clench.

“Master,” I whispered into his ear. “You’re going to remember I gave you this command. You’re going to know that I was naughty. Whenever I’m naughty, or whenever any of your sex slaves misbehave, you have to spank us. Bare bottom. With your hand, a belt, with a flogger. It doesn’t matter what you use. You just have to discipline us. Me! You’ll want to discipline me for mind-controlling you. You want to spank me, a minimum of ten times, at least once a day.”

I shuddered, I was such a naughty, disobedient slave. My pussy was molten in my panties as I broke away from Justin. I couldn’t wait for him to discipline me. He would be such an amazing master. He would be so incredible. I darted over to Sam next. I wanted to tweak her, too.