That needed to be removed. There were boys’ achievements in there.
We rounded the corner and then passed the stairs that led down towards the first floor. I marched swiftly, my feet ringing and… There was something off. I couldn’t quite place it. The hallways looked just a little different. I felt like someone had rearranged everything while I was gone. Like I’d entered my room and discovered that someone had shifted every object over by an inch or two. Enough to make my brain know something was wrong without me being able to spot it.
“Slave, is something… wrong about this hallway?”
“I… I think so, my Queen.”
We rounded another corner and… There was no one guarding the doors to the classroom holding my brother and my filthy, despicable father. “I thought Rebecca was here!” I snarled, marching down the hallway. “That she was looking at him. Where is she?”
“I don’t know, my Queen!” Ji-Yun said, a slight cringe to her voice.
My fists balled tight. I reached the door that should be holding my brother. I yanked it open and—
It was full of desks. It was set up like the classrooms were before I took over. There were no chains bolted to the walls. Justin may have escaped, but he couldn’t unbolt his restraints from the wall. He couldn’t have put the desks back into place. They were removed from the building.
The world spun around me. This strange, dizzying sense of vertigo hit me.
“Ji-Yun!” I gasped, seizing her to steady my spinning universe. “You’re still my slave, right?” This wasn’t all a dream. I didn’t just… wake up?
“Of course. I am your devoted slave, my Queen. What is going on? Where are the chains?”
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Justin Sampson
Sam started to ride my still-hard cock again. She worked her cum-filled pussy up and down my shaft. What choice did she have? She had to maintain the ruse that she was here to dominate me. That she was here to drain my balls of all my cum. All my filthy lust. That was what the crazy girls in this parallel reality believed. They were led by my alternate-version of my little sister.
The Krystal of this world had gone mad. She thought men were evil. She was causing problems. Outside the college grounds, there was fighting. Smoke rose on the horizon. Gunshots echoed. The boys were rounded up and forced to have their cocks drained by the girls who were all brainwashed into being lesbians. Those girls mechanically rode up and down the boys’ cocks to empty their balls of all their cum.
They seemed to think a guy only produced a finite amount or something.
Sam and I were trying to sneak back to the opening that led to our world. Upstairs was a rift that led back to our universe and away from this insane one. We were almost there when we stumbled across Petra and Melissa. It was Sam’s idea to pretend that I was chained up, like the other boys in this mad universe. That she was draining my balls of their “lusts” to pacify me.
She’d sacrificed her virginity to maintain the ruse.
But now Petra—not the Petra who was my sex slave from our reality, but the messed-up version from this one—was groping Sam from behind. She wanted Sam to keep fucking me until my balls were empty. Thanks to the gravitons feeding me from the NSA’s screwed-up experiment, Project KRONOS, I had unlimited sexual stamina.
So that was happening. And we were wasting time. If the evil version of my sister got through that door and realized Sam and I jumped out the window…
Watching us was Melissa, the Black girl rubbing her pussy as she urged Sam to keep riding me. “That’s it. Be a slut and work that cunt up and down his dick,” Melissa moaned. “Make him cum again and again! Subdue his perverse passions! Tame him with that cunt!”
I had to act. The power lurked inside of me. I glanced at Sam, catching her eyes as she worked her deflowered pussy up and down my dick. Pleasure rippled through me, her snatch feeling incredible. A perverse part of me wanted to let her keep riding me. To keep enjoying her sweet snatch caressing my cock.
Sam nodded her head, mouthed, “Now.”
I ripped my hands-free of the manacles. Sam hadn’t locked them, just wrap the metal bands about my wrists. At the same moment, Sam threw herself backward, pushing Petra away from her. My girlfriend’s pussy popped off my dick as she knocked the Hispanic girl onto her ass. Then Sam sprang to the side, rolling off me and allowing me to move.
“What the fuck?” gasped Melissa. The Black girl lunged at me while Petra scrambled to her feet, her big, brown tits heaving.
Sam had done this earlier today, throwing out her power to freeze the bullet that almost killed me. I concentrated on flinging the reserve of energy that had built inside of me. The pool of the gravitons that the Project KRONOS machine gave me.
“FREEZE!”
A cone of stopped time hurtled from me. It surged over both girls, catching Melissa head on, her body frozen in midair, both feet off the ground. But the gravitons only caught half of Petra, her arm and one of her boobs. She shrieked and jerked her body, struggling to move her outstretched arm. It was like the air held her. She let out a scream of pure fright as I scrambled to my feet. We didn’t have much time before her panic brought others.
I grabbed Sam’s hand and rounded Petra. I took one last look at the half-paused girl, her body struggling to move. She tugged at her frozen arm, gripping her wrist, crying out in terror. Then I darted out of the room.
My still-hard cock bobbed before me, flicking drops of Sam’s pussy juices. Our bare feet slapped on the floor as we rushed for the nearby stairs. It led up to the second floor nearby the rift back to our reality. We raced up it, Sam panting, Petra’s shrieks reaching. As we neared the top of the stairs, I heard a girl asked, “What is that?”
We burst onto the second-floor hallway. Rebecca, not my blonde sex slave from my world but crazy one in this universe, stood beside an open door, her arms folded. She gasped when she saw me, the color draining from her face. Then her head whipped around, peering into the classroom she stood before. She snapped her head back to look at me.
“How… How the fuck are you right here? And… And… in there?”
I didn’t give her a chance to think. I darted the other way, rushing to where the rift should be. I had to guess because I couldn’t see that demarcating line from this side. It all looked like their reality. I raced forward until I thought we were past the point. I hoped this would work. I hoped that the rift was still around.
I whirled around and…
Instead of seeing Rebecca and the hallway of this reality, I saw that small shift in colors and tweaks to the hallway of my universe. That line that ran across the floor, walls, and ceiling, making a perfect edge that mark the borders between our universes. There was home. We couldn’t cross over from the direction we just came, but we could from this side.
It made my head hurt thinking about a two-dimensional gateway in a three-dimensional world.
Sam and I raced back into our reality. We crossed that line and…