A giddy rush shot through me. It felt wonderful to be back home. I wanted to shout out in celebration. Then I heard a strange, slapping echo. It was bare feet smacking onto the floor but faint and distorted. It was like I wasn’t hearing the source of the footsteps, but their echo bouncing off the far wall in the other reality before crossing over into this one.
It clicked in my mind. Rebecca could find us if she passed the boundary point and turned around.
Sam gasped as I shoved her into an alcove for a drinking fountain. I pressed in after her, hugging tight against her naked body. She trembled against me, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but I couldn’t let her make a sound. I kissed her, sealing my lips over hers. Suddenly those footsteps sounded so close to us. Rebecca must have passed the boundary point. She must be standing where, to her, it must have looked like we had just vanished into thin air.
“What the fuck?” she asked. If she charged into our reality, I would grab her, overpower her.
Sam’s naked body trembled against mine. She clung to me, squeaking. I enjoyed the feel of her. I couldn’t help the way my dick throbbed against her. This was so exciting. We were hiding. So close to getting back to our sex slaves.
It was all so crazy.
Then Rebecca’s footsteps darted away. She was running deeper into her own reality, probably heading to where the alternate version of my sister was trying to batter down the door to the classroom where they thought Sam and I hid.
I broke the kiss with Sam, my excitement bleeding out of me.
“Clever,” Sam said, adjusting her glasses. “But you have drained all your power. It will be twelve hours before you can freeze time again.”
“Doesn’t matter! We’re shutting down that damn machine before this gets any worse.”
Sam nodded. I didn’t want to turn off the machine that gave me these powers. I was afraid everything would go back to normal, that I would lose my sex slaves, especially Aurora, but I couldn’t let insane realities like that one bleed into ours. My sister over there was bonkers.
It sucked doing the right thing.
I pulled away from Sam, gripping her hand, and stepped out into the hallway.
“You!”
“Hey, Krystal, watch out,” Justin said, grinning at his sister and her lover. “You go too much farther down the hallway and you’ll cross over into this other reality. All that bullshit about parallel universes bleeding together is true. And it is fucked up on the other side.”
“Other… realities…?” his sister asked, her face scrunching up.
“So, what drew you out of the orgy?” Justin continued while I bit my lip. Something was off… I gasped as Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. “Are you hoping I slipped off to make love to Sam? Were you interested in licking my cum out of her pussy?” Justin chuckled. “I know how much you love licking my cum out of a girl’s snatch.”
Krystal’s face mottled red. Her hands balled into fists.
“Well, let’s head back to the others, and then you can lick my cum out of Sam’s pussy. I pumped quite a lot into her.”
“Shut up!” snarled Krystal. “Stop spouting all that filth, you fucking pervert! Why would I ever want to lick your spunk out of another girl’s cunt? You’re just as bad as him!”
Justin’s face fell.
“That’s the other Krystal!” I said, realization slapping me. “She must’ve crossed over into our reality.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, eyeing her.
What should we do? I opened my mouth to ask but Justin suddenly darted forward, leaving me blinking in surprise.
He moved fast, crossing the distance between me and the other version of his little sister. He seized Krystal in his arms. She screeched like a wildcat, her fingernails scratching at his arms. He grunted, wrapped his arms around her waist, and hefted her off the floor.
She fought back, thrashing. They tussled, struggled. He pivoted, his feet sliding on the floor. He grunted against her abuse as his back arched. She bucked back against him, spittle flying from her lips. Her loose hair slapped him in the face.
She twisted in his arms, legs flailing. She snarled and hissed, bucking. She tried to break free of my boyfriend’s embrace. He held her tight, his face scrunching up as her fingernails scratched at his arms again, leaving red furrows, some beading with crimson drops.
“Fucking bitch!” he growled. “We can’t let them cross back over, Sam.”
“Let go of my Queen!” the parallel-version of Ji-Yun shouted.
The petite, Korean girl launched herself at Justin’s back. Her arms went around his neck, choking his throat, her thighs locking about his waist. Her loose, black hair swayed about her shoulders as she screeched and tugged at him.
I had to help him.
I crossed the distance, Justin’s cum pouring down my thighs. I ignored that ticklish rivulet as I seized the Korean girl’s hair. I yanked back hard as she went to bite his neck. She screeched in pain, her neck bending backward.
I took the opportunity to hook my left arm around her neck, pressing the crook of my elbow into her throat. I pulled back even harder. She gasped as I threw her off of Justin’s back. She hit the floor hard. Her head smacked into the linoleum. She gasped, coughing, her eyes fluttering. She looked dazed by the impact.
I acted.
I rolled her over onto her back, twisting her left arm behind her and pinning my knee into her shoulder blades. I held her there.
“Stop your struggling,” growled Justin.
“Let me down, you filthy bastard!” his sister howled. “I won’t let you take me to him! I won’t let him ever rape me ever again!”
“No one is going to fucking rape you!” Justin snarled. He glanced at me. “You got that one, Sam?”
“Indeed,” I answered.
“Good,” he spat, carrying his thrashing sister towards the stairs. Her leg still kicked, but he’d managed to pin her arms to her torso, keeping her from scratching him. She was half thrown over his shoulder now. Her black hair swirling about her rage-mottled features. “We need to get to the others and get our cops guarding the breach right now. We can’t let this insanity bleed over to our world.”
“Let me fucking go now!” howled Krystal, thrashing.
I wrenched the gasping Ji-Yun up by her left arm. I kept it twisted behind her back, saying, “This is what is called a stress position. I am manipulating your joint and can deliver extreme pain if you do not cooperate. Worse, Justin will harm your queen if you struggle to escape. If you wish her to remain unharmed, you will cooperate.”
“I…” whimpered the girl. “Okay.” Her voice sounded strained. “Don’t hurt my Queen. Don’t let her father hurt her ever again.”
Father? An idea of what had twisted the other Krystal formed in my mind. “That shall not happen.”
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Crystal Sampson
I thrashed. I screeched. I fought against my disgusting, filthy brother’s grip. He held me tight as he marched us through the school, heading down the stairs to the first floor. I shouted, crying out for my followers. Where were my sex slaves? Why weren’t they coming to save me? Why was everything back to normal? I didn’t see any classroom full of boys getting their dicks drained.