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Justin Sampson
Sam’s words hung in the air around the three NSA agents. Project KRONOS ... That was what the conspiracy nuts that Sam knew on the internet claimed was a government project causing the time anomalies. Atomic clocks across the globe were becoming minutely out of sync each time we froze reality. Through math, observing the way the disruptions were spread out across the dozens of atomic clocks around the world, a rough estimate of where these events were happening was determined.
Apparently, the government had an even better estimate because they found my high school. They had sent these three men, who were kneeling before me, to investigate. They determined I had the powers. One wore a suit, actually looking like a government agent, while the other two were dressed like septic workers.
The government knew about my powers.
The government was afraid of my powers.
As much as I wanted to watch Krystal eat my cum out of Ji-Yun’s pussy—it would be hot watching my little sister do that—the need for answers had finally overcome my horniness. Behind me, my hundreds of high school sex slaves gasped and moaned as they writhed in lesbian ecstasy. Their male classmates watched on stoically.
The boys were turned into my guards by Aurora when she paused time.
“Names?” I asked the three men. Aurora, when she paused time while I was captured, had turned these three into my loyal slaves. I think she even ordered them to worship me as a god or something.
“I’m Miller,” the guy in the suit said, his dark hair slicked back. Unlike the other two he had a strength about him. The man was fit. Dangerous.
The man had put a gun to my head and threatened to execute me.
“I’m Carson,” the plump, red-haired man said. He looked more like an IT technician.
“George,” the brown-haired, doughy man said.
“What is Project KRONOS?”
“It’s a plan to re-create a Soviet era project,” Miller said.
I arched an eyebrow.
“The Soviets called their project Kontrol’ Vremeni,” said George. “They studied it at Chernobyl. Their reactor—”
“The Chernobyl?” I asked, groaning. “That one that had that massive meltdown back in the eighties?”
“April 25th, 1986,” said Sam.
“The project didn’t directly cause the meltdown,” George said. He shifted. “The amount of energy required was just too much for the reactor. With its sloppy safeguards, an uncontrolled reaction lead to a runaway meltdown and the subsequent disaster. It ended their project before they could really test it out. The Soviets buried it. They never wanted to touch it again.”
“But, of course, our government couldn’t control themselves from messing with it,” Sam said. “They discovered knowledge and desired to exploit it.”
Carson nodded his head. “We turned it on yesterday at 7:59 AM local time.” He shifted. “It did not ... work as we intended.”
I started in laughter. “Really? So it wasn’t the government’s plan to give me time-stopping powers?”
“Of course not,” George said. “Our targeting was ... off.”
“Why did the government want this?” Sam asked. Then understanding flickered across her face. “Espionage?”
Miller nodded his head. “Imagine an agent who could freeze time and then slip into any installation, facility, embassy, or consulate undetected. Then he could obtain secure information. He could get in and out without the enemy ever knowing it. He wouldn’t show up on their cameras. He would pass undetected by their sensors. He could take all the time he needed to defeat any physical measures they might employ to prevent intruders from reaching their information. To the enemy, it would be like either a ghost had entered the facility, or their data just went missing.”
“And, what, you didn’t anticipate the mind control aspects of it?” I asked.
Sam nodded. “Astute observation.”
Behind me, one of my sex slaves giggled. I threw a look behind me and saw Aurora, Petra, and Paris huddled together, my blonde cheerleader between them. All three were grinning at me.
Aurora winked a green eye at me.
“We knew about that aspect,” said Carson.
“But how could you trust any agent with this power?” Sam asked. “Once they’ve stopped time, they could just mind-control anyone. They could take over our country in a blink of our eye if they were patient enough.”
“Yeah, I mean, they could set themselves up as dictators of the world with enough time and...” I trailed off while my dick throbbed. The possibilities spread wide before me. Not only did I have this power, but it was spreading through my followers. Men and women mind-controlled to only want to serve me. To only use their powers to aid me. “Shit, you’d have to be idiots to ever turn this on.”
“The people chosen for the project are all mutes. They are incapable of speaking, so therefore incapable of creating Parallels.”
Carson nodded his head. “It was a safeguard to keep this situation from happening. We’re not idiots.”
Sam snorted.
George flushed. “We understood that we couldn’t allow Parallels to be created. It was possible what happened at Chernobyl wasn’t so much because of their bad technology as the creation of Parallels.” He shrugged. “But we’re not sure.”
“Parallels?” I asked. I had the vague memory of these guys calling my sex slaves that earlier.
“Well, sir, you don’t exactly mind-control people,” Miller said. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “You more ... pull personalities from another universe and substitute them in place of the one from this reality. I’m not the Miller from this universe any longer. I’m one from another reality drawn in by your words.”
“The many worlds hypothesis?” Sam asked, excitement bursting across her face.
“Jesus Christ, you’re talking about all the infinite parallel realities that might exist.” My mind reeled from realizing that. “You mean, there is some parallel reality that exists were every single girl in my high school is my sex slave? So, what, when Aurora gave her commands, she just ... brought their minds over into this reality?”
Then it really hit me. I was mind-controlled by Aurora. She compelled me to spank her once a day. Which meant there was a reality where a version of me existed that had to spank Aurora at least once every day, applying a minimum of ten swats to her rump with anything from my bare hand to a flogger.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I whispered. I wasn’t the same me any longer.
“Yes, this is a rather remarkable concept,” Sam said. She clutched at me, her eyes growing distant the way they would when she dove into a problem, the world fading away from her. Eddie, our other friend who’d transferred schools, and I would talk about perverted things while Sam ignored us, lost in her own mind.
“I just can’t believe there is a reality were every single girl in our high school is my sex slave,” I said.
“Only the cute and hot ones, Master,” Aurora said.
“Still ... That’s just so hard to imagine.”
“Well, my Lord,” Carson said, running a hand through his red hair, “it’s more likely that each girl was drawn from a different parallel reality. Though, I suppose there could be a reality where you have multiple sex slaves. I mean, with an infinite number of worlds...”
“Anything is possible,” I said, my mind hurting from the possibilities.
“How are you powering this program?” asked Sam. “The Soviets used the reactor, what are you using?”
“Handford,” George said.
“I thought that place’s being shut down,” I said.
“And I thought you said the NSA had taken safeguards,” Sam said. “The reactors at Handford produced a lot of waste, I mean, they number among the earliest nuclear reactors ever constructed.”
“We build new ones,” Miller said. “You know, to continue doing research while on this surface it looked look like the site was being cleaned up.”
“This is why you can never trust the government, Justin,” Sam said. She shook her head and then asked, “So you were just arresting Justin and me to contain this? To stop us from using our powers?”
My forehead furrowed. Realization hit me. “No, they haven’t turned off the machine. That’s why you became one today, Sam. And why more and more people are, too.”
“That’s correct, my Lord,” George said. “We turned it on and ... there is a field around the machine. It’s ... offset from our time. Our scientists speculate that only the target individual can make it through the field to shut down the machine.”
“You were willing to execute me,” I said, shuddering as I remember the feel of the gun barrel pressing against my head through the sack that was covering me. I’d never been more terrified of my life then at that exact moment. Despite all my powers I’d gained since yesterday, I felt utterly helpless.
Even more pathetic than the kid who stood by and let his father beat his mother.
Anger swelled through me. I wanted to punish this asshole. “Why were you going to kill me then?”
“Well...” Miller said, shifting. “You see, my Lord, it’s like...”
“Just say it!” I growled.
“My Lord, it was clear that you weren’t the only person exercising these powers.” Miller said. “So ... we could have grabbed another. However, you were about to turn my partners into Parallels. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I had to contain it and start over with another person.”
“Instead, you guys becoming Parallels and had the original yous erased and replaced by personalities who serve me in another universe.”
All three nodded their heads.
“Well, it’s good to know,” I said. “So the government going to come after me. They want their machine shut down.” I grinned. “But it just going to keep giving these powers to people around me, right?”
All three men nodded.
“Good thing everyone around me will use their powers to my benefit.” I glanced at Sam standing beside me, a thoughtful look on her face. “Benefit us,” I hastily amended. I took her hand, squeezing it. “Right?”
She didn’t answer.
“You’re not going to shut down the machine?” Miller asked.
“Why? This power...” A huge grin spread across my lips. Ideas spilled through my mind.
Salome “Sam” Shapiro
“It concerns you that the machine is still active,” I said, staring at the two men. “Even now that you serve Justin. You should not be worried if all those around him who gain the powers are already his Parallels.” I shivered saying that, realizing the original me born in the universe been replaced by a variant. A bisexual girl who wasn’t afraid of her feelings. A girl who wanted to share domination with her boyfriend.
To be his queen.
It was so fascinating to realize that there were all these different versions of me throughout the multiverse. All these variants on me. And those were just the versions of me from the realities closest to ours. There must be universes where I developed entirely differently. Or where I wasn’t even born. There would be realities where a different sperm from my father had fertilized my mother’s egg, resulting in them having a different child born. The genetic information from my father would be different, causing them to have a boy. Their child might be dumber. Smarter. Stronger. Taller. My mind almost exploded from the possibilities.
Infinity truly was at our fingertips.
“What are you not telling us, slaves?” I asked the NSA agents.
“More people being able to freeze time isn’t the problem. Theoretically, it’s the creating of Parallels that is the true issue.” Miller glanced at George. “I think you can probably explain it better.”
“The multiverse is like a great slick of foamy liquid covered in bubbles.” George said. “Our universe is one of those bubbles. All these parallel realities are more bubbles on the surface of this quantum foam.”
I nodded my head. “I understand perfectly. You’re talking about branes and braneholes.”
“Brains?” Justin asked. He tapped his skull.
“It comes from membranes. B R A N E S. Not brains.” I swallowed. “Your scientists think that we are weakening the ‘membrane’ of our universe’s bubble allowing other bubbles to bleed through the resulting branehole?”
“Theoretically, yes,” George said. “That is exactly what our scientists fear. If we don’t shut down the machine, they theorize that these bubble universes will bleed into our own. It might start small, at first, with little patches of another reality substituting their own, but we think it will grow. So the machine has to be shut down.”
I nodded my head. It made absolute sense. “Justin, we clearly have to cooperate with them.”
“We do?” my boyfriend said, blinking his eyes.
Confusion weltered through me. “Of course, it’s the only logical thing to do.”
“What about my powers?” Justin looked at the three men, a strange, almost panicked look crossing my boyfriend’s face. “Would I lose my ability to stop time? To mind-control people?”
“Yes,” Carson said, no hesitation. “You will absolutely lose those powers. Everyone will. It is the machine granting them to you, drawing on the nuclear reactor for electricity to make the gravitons.”
“That feeling that I’m slowly gathering power inside of me is just ... gravitons being broadcast from the machine?”
“Yes,” George said. “You’re like a ... battery. It takes a certain amount of graviton charge to power your ability. But, as I said, stopping time isn’t the problem, my Lord. It’s creating more Parallels. When you do, you’re actively pulling bits of these other realities into our own. That has to stop. We have to turn this off before it gets out of hand.”
“Is there any actual proof that these braneholes are happening?” Justin asked, his eyes narrowing. “And what happens to the people who are already ... paralleled?”
“We don’t know,” Carson said. “Sorry, my Lord. We really don’t know.”
“We never thought to test this,” George added. “Our scientists believed it was too dangerous to try making Parallels. It was another reason we used mute individuals.”
“But will those already ... paralleled stay the same?” Justin asked, his face frozen. “Will Aurora still be my sex slave? Will my sister still be bisexual? Will Sam go back to the way she used to be, too afraid to express her emotions?”
My brow furrowed. “Interesting. You think that once the machine shuts down, these parallel personalities will reset to their originals for this universe?”
Justin nodded.
“Then take comfort in knowing that there is a version of me that is your dominating queen, loving to enjoy your sex slaves with you.”
Justin started. “Doesn’t do much fucking good for me in this reality! Why should I give this up when there’s no actual proof it’ll cause problems? Huh? You actually want to give up this power?” He looked behind him.
I turned to face the three sex slaves watching us while beyond them the orgy of women kissing and writhing together. All those teenage girls and sexy teachers scattered throughout the hallway. They were kissing, licking, tribbing. They fingered each other. Made each other cum. The hallway was filled with the scent of hundreds of hot pussies all blending together into one beautiful perfume as the wild, lesbian orgy raged.
A strange lust rippled through me. Did I want to give this up? No. I did not. But...
“There is no way I’m giving this up,” snarled Justin. “Carson, Miller, and George, you’re going to make sure that I am protected from the government. You’re going to show me how I can get my slaves into the facility to take control of the entire operation.”
A wild grin spread across my boyfriend’s lips. A chill raced through me
. “We’re going to use this power and make something amazing.”
I swallowed. What should I do? How could I convince Justin of the necessity of turning off this machine? I could feel the attraction of what he wanted, this urge filled me to stand at his side as his queen and revel in the delights of dominating all his sex slaves. After our date tonight, I would be fully his.
So should I let my emotions cloud my logic?
“Aurora, assemble them,” Justin commanded, standing so tall and imperious. “All the slaves. I have an announcement to make.”
“Yes, Master,” Aurora said, her perky tits jiggling as she snapped to attention.
No, I could not let my emotions smother my logic. I could not let our reality be destroyed because of the perverted desires of the man I love.
Aurora Pritchard
I trembled in excitement while waiting with Master outside the gymnasium. I could hear the bustling of voices in their, that loud murmur of several hundred people still in one room chatting with each other. Excitement crackled through the air.
Our Master was about to address his slaves.
My pussy was on fire. Justin was so powerful. He’d dominated those of us who could mind-control people. It was the sexiest thing in the world. We would make more slaves for him. We would expand his dominance. And I ... I was his head slave. He had his queen, his sister, his mother, and me.
Me!
How did I get so lucky?
Justin was right. There was no proof that his powers would cause the end of the world. We couldn’t let fear stop us from doing something amazing. We, his slaves, would spread his domination across the entire state. The nation. We could even do the world. It would be so amazing. We would plan it out, sending his slaves to important places, letting them freeze time and make more and more of these Parallels.
I quivered in eager anticipation.
“Master,” Paris said as she entered, “everyone’s accounted for. Principal Brooks says everything’s ready for your announcement.”
Justin grinned, flexing his fingers. He looked so powerful. My excitement swelled and ... I noticed Sam sitting on the bench, his queen looking distant. Concerned. Did she still worry about the theory? She had to see how amazing this was. She had to envision what her role would be in the future as we spread farther and farther.
“Let’s do this,” Justin said, a huge grin on his lips.
I darted to my Master’s side and hooked my arm in his, giving him a dazzling smile. I was so excited to walk naked on his arms before the sight of all his slaves, the hot girls and his bodyguards. I was his head slave, and that was so hot. We marched up towards the double doors that led into the gymnasium.
A pair of boys, Rick and Caleb, thrust them open for us, nodding and murmuring, “My Lord.”
A giddy thrill washed through me. My Lord! This was better than all my fantasies. Better than all those kinky stories I’d read on the internet about mind control. I was living it.
Me!
And great ripple of all pass through the gymnasium. The bleachers were crowded with making girls, clutching each other, squealing in delight at the sight of the man who owned them. They were on both sides of us, their cheers echoing around the gymnasium.
Justin had such a huge grin on his face. He walked back straight towards the center where our high school’s principal awaited. Principal Brooks stood there, the bony, older man nodding his head, clapping the way he would at prep rallies. The old me would be pumping up the crowd right now, dressed in my pleated cheerleader skirt and shaking my pompoms.
Now just the sight of Justin got them so excited.
Not just the girls, but the guys who served him, too. His army of gay bodyguards. They wouldn’t be jealous that Master had all the girls now. Vince, the guy who mind-controlled most of the guys in our high school into being into guys, grinned as he stood between my ex-boyfriend, Chris, and Paris’s ex-boyfriend, Lance. He was happy to keep his harem of boys he’d created while receiving the privilege of serving as Justin’s head bodyguard.
That was a nice concession to the gay guy.
“My Lord,” Principal Brooks said, extending his gnarled hand. “Everything’s set up for you.” Justin shook the old man’s hand while nodding his head. Yesterday, Principal Brooks despised Justin. Hardly anyone in the school liked my Master before. Now they all worship him. I broke away from him and stood just off the dais as he mounted it. A single microphone stood before him. It faced the side of the gymnasium that the seniors and juniors always crowded, the sophomores and freshmen sitting on the bleachers behind us.
I shivered as I watched him bathe in his slaves’ adoration. He let their cheers resound through the gymnasium for what must’ve been a minute, a huge grin on his face. His cock thrust out so hard before him. That wasn’t good. I should do something about it. I licked my lips and then darted to him. Without saying a word, I slipped to my knees before him and squeezed beneath the podium. He glanced down at me and winked at me.
I shuddered, my pussy clenching, and engulfed the tip of his dick.
I didn’t suck hard, but just let him feel the warmth of my mouth wrapped around his dick. My tongue swirled around it as he gripped the podium, letting out a groan of pleasure. His precum coated my tongue, that salty treat promising me so much more creamy delight.
My pussy melted. Juices ran down my thighs as I sucked my Master’s dick before all these people. This was my dream. I gripped his hips, sliding my lips slowly up and down his shaft, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked.
“It is so wonderful to hear all of your love,” Justin said, his voice throaty. His words boomed over the PA system.
“We love you Master!” squealed hundreds of girls. Their outbursts echoed around the gymnasium.
I swear I heard a few guys shouting, too. They probably loved him.
His dick throbbed in my mouth as he nodded his head. “You are all such wonderful slaves. You’re all going to serve me. We’re going to do something incredible. Together, were going to change the world.”
More schoolgirls shouts echoed. More shrieks of bliss resounded.
I nursed on his dick, loving him as he closed his eyes and let the adoration of his sex slaves washed over him. Had any man ever had more hypnotized slaves than my Master? I did this. I enslaved all these girls, and the boys, for him. I mind-controlled them all to be his wanton sluts. To worship him with their bodies.
I sucked harder. I bobbed my mouth up and down his dick. I loved him.
“Some of you are discovering that you have ... powers. That you can freeze time. When you do, you can mind-control people by talking to them. You can make them into my slaves, just like Aurora made you all into mine.”
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