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What If? Ch. 01

By: toots_101



Leila and I had been shopping and generally hanging out for most of the day. The Spring Carnival celebration at the university I attended was only a few weeks away, and all the fraternal organizations were in high gear preparing for it. Spring Carnival was a pretty big deal on campus; consisting of a number of "friendly" competitions between the various fraternal organizations. One of these competitions was the "booth," where each participating organization built a midway game that fit within the overall theme of the carnival. My frat went pretty much all out for most events and for this one in particular—trying our best to win each year—and this year was no different. I was currently working on the finishing touches to our booth, and I'd spent the day shopping with Leila for those little accessories and details that make the difference between a half-hearted effort and a polished, winning one.

Leila was a little sister at our frat and a good friend of mine. She was a student at the state university which was literally next door to the private school I attended. She had drifted up to one of our fraternity parties and become interested in one of the brothers (whom she eventually began dating). While dating him, she made a number of other friends among the bothers and little sisters, and even though she and he ran a continually hot and cold relationship, she decided to continue her involvement with us by becoming a little sister.

While I had no idea what Leila thought of me (other than considering me a good friend), I knew very well what I thought of her (apart from considering her a good friend as well). I found her incredibly exotic and attractive. She was about 5 and a half feet tall and very vivacious. She had shoulder length brown hair, green eyes that just lit up when she laughed, and a very light olive complexion (her background had a bit of Middle-Eastern blood in it). Some of the brothers had described her as stocky (she'd probably be classed as a BBW in today's parlance, but only barely), but those were the ones who tended to be interested in the Barbie-like blondes on campus. I thought Leila was gorgeous with the largest and most magnificent breasts that I ever fanaticized about seeing.

While Spring Carnival may have been only a few weeks away, Spring felt like it was a great deal further off. The day had dawned grey and cold with the only change by mid afternoon being the addition of an occasional spattering of rain. But we had dressed for the day, me in a ski sweater and light jacket and Leila in a tight sweater (any sweater stretched over those breasts was tight!) and a winter coat. We'd been comfortable during the day, but with the sun going down and the drizzle picking up, we were starting to feel the chill. It was time to call it a day.

It was about dinner time, and we were riding the bus back to the stop closest to her dorm. I had planned on walking her back to her dorm room, and after that, I'd hike the additional mile and half up to my frat. With the weekend, and no meal service at the frat, we were discussing alternatives to stop and grab a bite. In the interest of economy (hey, we were both starving students), we settled on a sandwich shop near to both her dorm and the bus stop. We chatted at the counter as we waited for our food.

"So, what are you doing for the rest of the evening?" Leila asked. 

I stared out the window for a few minutes, mentally going through my to-do list. "I'm not sure. I've got some work due next week in my Stats class, but I've got most of it done already. I've also got some reading to do, but frankly I'm not in the mood. I'll probably be working on the booth until I decide to crash."

She giggled. "Your life is one long string of events on the edge, isn't it? Nothing but Spring Carnival and classes."

"Yeah. At least until Carnival's over. After that, I'm planning on sleeping for a week or so."

"Why don't you come on up to my dorm and we'll eat dinner there? Take a break from booth for at least the rest of the evening. Your classes aren't in danger. And God knows, it's better seating than here. Besides, that'll prevent me from walking these unsafe streets at night," she said as she winked at me. 

"You're right," I said. "It is better than sitting here. Let's go." We grabbed our sandwiches and headed for her dorm.

Her dorm was about ...

As she was pushing the door to her dorm room open, she looked back over her shoulder. "I apologize for the mess. I don't have a room mate, so it encourages me to be a bit of a slob." 

"You call this being a slob?" as I stepped into her room. "You've seen my room; it needs an archaeologist more than a housekeeper!" Her room was neat and tidy and surprisingly large. "I haven't been in these dorms before; your room is larger than I imagined."

"It's nice to have the space to spread out, but I could do with a bit less space. These were originally intended for two students, but when they remodeled a few years ago, they changed them to singles," she commented. "Just drop your stuff anywhere and get comfortable."

We sat down cross-legged on the floor, and dug into our dinner. As we ate, we continued to idly chat about classes, the upcoming Spring Carnival, brothers at the house, our respective families, and general interests. Leila was fun to be around; she had an infectious laugh and was constantly bright and bubbly. This evening was no different, and before we knew it, it was going on 9 PM. In fact she was the one who noticed when she glanced at her alarm clock above her bed.

"Geez! It's nearly nine!" she cried.

"So? What happens at nine?"

"It's not what happens at nine; it's what happened at eight! They closed the dorm doors to anyone but students at eight. If we try to sneak you out now, you're going to be in a ton of trouble."

"Ah, man; that's all I need!" I sighed. "Now what? Is there a back stairwell or something?"

"Nope. You really are stuck here." She thought for a minute. "Look it's not a problem to me if you stay tonight, the other girls on this floor have guys stay all the time. I mean; I don't mind if you don't mind."

"Are you sure? I can sleep comfortably on the floor as long as it's ok with you."

"Well, we'll work that out later. For now, it's settled. We'll sign you out in the morning."

And with that, we settled back down next to each other and continued chatting. Our thighs were touching as we sat next to each other, and I periodically had some definitely non-sibling-like thoughts about my fraternal little sister. I was exceptionally grateful that I had a pair of tight jeans on. While the bulge in my crotch might be noticeable, it couldn't get too extreme. We had been talking relatively comfortably (with the exception of my imprisoned erection) for about an hour when the conversation reached one of those inevitable lulls that occasionally happen. Leila looked at me with a funny expression for a moment before talking.

"Do you mind if I tell you something?"

"Of course not. What is it?"

"Well, I feel a little uncomfortable saying this, but you're one of my best friends, and you always make me feel at ease...I've always admired your body." She rushed on to say: "I mean, you have a really nice build, and I think you're very attractive. I really like your wide shoulders and your little butt...I'm sorry; I probably shouldn't have said anything."

To say I was mildly surprised would have been like saying Einstein was a bit brighter than average. This was the last thing I was expecting to hear. I mean, I had a decent build at the time (about 6 feet tall and about 165 pounds with somewhat broad shoulders and narrow waist and hips), but I honestly thought she'd never noticed me. Given the reaction of my dick off and on for the last hour though, my libido got the better of me in my answer. Rather than politely acknowledging her compliment, I said what was really on my mind: "I'm glad you did. I'm very flattered to hear that...Do you mind if I tell you something?"

"Not given what I've just told you."

"I admire your body as well. I find you...extremely... attractive..." And here's where my loins took over the talking from my brain "...and you have the most magnificent breasts of anyone I know." 

She blushed, looked down, and giggled. "Magnificent, huh? ... You really think so?"

"Absolutely." It was quiet again for a few moments before she spoke.

"Well, I'm going to get dressed for bed. I'll just change in the bathroom."

That left me with my thoughts in her room. I kept running the conversation through my mind, thinking that I'd just set a new record in conversational stupidity, even by my standards. My comments had obviously put her off, and I'd overstepped my bounds. I sighed. It promised to be a long, chilly night in every sense of those words.

A few moments later the bathroom latch clicked in the silence as she opened the door. She walked out of the bathroom, clad only in a long, sheer, cotton nightgown and panties. She looked terrific; her large, firm breasts threatening to break free from their flimsy prison. She stood there looking down, as if thinking, before she spoke. 

"Do you want to see them?" she asked quietly.

"See what?" I dumbly responded.

"My breasts."

Again, I answered without thinking. "There's nothing I'd like more."

As she began to slip her nightgown off her shoulders, time seemed to slow down. 'Oh my God,' I thought to myself as the sleeves slipped over her shoulders and fell to the floor. Her breasts were as beautiful as I imagined them; enormous and defying gravity with aureoles at least two and a half inches across and nipples at least a half inch long. I realized that I'd stopped breathing and gasped in a huge breath. I let it out as I stood up and said "would you like to see my body as well?"

She hesitated for a second and said: "I would."

I reached down to my waist and pulled my sweater over my head. Tossing it on the bed, I began to pull my t-shirt over my head as well. While it was clearing my head and covering my eyes, Leila apparently made a decision. Hooking her thumbs in the side of her panties she had them to her knees by the time I looked up from tossing my t-shirt on top of my sweater. I suddenly couldn't breathe at all. Her pussy was gorgeous; a lovely mound of trimmed brown pubic hair above her swollen, wet lips. My dick immediately went to full alert while she gave me an apprehensive look, as if unsure that she'd just made the right decision. 'Here goes nothing,' I thought. Looking directly in her eyes, I unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my jeans. Her look of apprehension was replaced with keen interest as she saw the bulge in my underwear. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and stepped out of them as well; my rigid prick springing upwards to slap my stomach. She took a step closer, eyeing my cock.

"May I touch it?"

Again, I said: "There's nothing I'd like more." She reached down and gently caressed my throbbing dick as it jumped at her touch. She slowly stroked it along its length, and if anything, it got harder. Her eyes returned to mine. "Would you like to touch them?" she asked. I answered by cupping her heavy breasts. They were firm and full, and her large nipples quickly hardened under my touch. I felt my dick harden to the point of pain as I leaned over to kiss them. Her quick intake of breath told me that my intuition was correct; her breasts were extremely sensitive. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked firmly on it, running my tongue around it as I sucked. I heard a low rumble in her throat as she squeezed by rock-hard cock. 

She leaned down to put her mouth next to my ear. "I want to taste you," she whispered.

What a coincidence; I wanted her to do that too. I raised up as she sank to her knees and took my erection in her warm, wet mouth. My knees nearly buckled at the sensation of her lips on the head of my cock. She sat there, with just the head in her mouth gently licking the underside of it while she moaned to herself. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, pausing as my hands reached the back of her head to slowly pull her mouth further onto my dick. I began to slowly move my hips back and forth, gently fucking her mouth. Her moaning got louder as she reached around my hips, clutching the cheeks of my ass and pulling me closer to her and my dick further into her mouth. I wasn't going to last long like this, and tilted her head back slightly to look at her. 

"I'm going to cum," I managed to grunt out. She took her mouth from around my cock, smiled, and went back to sucking me. With my hands behind her head and my fingers running through her hair, I returned to gently fucking her mouth. I soon began to feel that familiar sensation at the base of my prick. "Oh, man...I'm cumming!" And with that I shot a load into her waiting mouth. Without pausing, she moaned and swallowed, and I shot twice more. She continued sucking for a few minutes as I shuddered from the intense feelings of her mouth on the swollen head my cock following my orgasm. I reached my hands down next to her breasts and slowly drew her up standing. "I'd like to return the favor."

She got a hesitant look on her face for a moment and said, "I've never tried that. But I want you to know that I have trouble cumming. In fact, I've never had an orgasm before." 

"Never!?"

"Never."

"Well, I'd at least like to try." I gently pushed her down onto her bed, where she sat with her legs pressed together. I reached between her knees and gently pulled them apart. She tensed as I slid my hands up her thighs to either side of her bare cunt. It was wet and glistening; while she was nervous, she was also horny as hell. I looked up at her and told her it was ok if she didn't want to go any further. She took a deep breath, and as she let it out, she nodded her head. I leaned forward and gently touched her clit with my tongue. She leaned forward as she shuddered and moaned. I sat up and gently massaged her breasts. "Just relax. You're too tense right now. Don't worry; I won't do anything you don't want me to."

With that, she slowly leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs a bit further. "Go ahead. I'll try to relax," she said. "It's just that...well...no one has ever done that before."

"You've never had anyone eat this gorgeous pussy before?"

She smiled and blushed at my use of the word 'pussy.' 

"Never."

I slowly lowered my tongue back to her pussy; running it slowly up and down just between her lips. I heard her groan and settle further back onto her bed. I went to work in earnest, tongue-fucking her pussy and nibbling on her clit. She began to breathe more heavily and slowly moved her hips up towards my face. I reached one hand under her ass while I slid my other hand up to begin rubbing her tits again. As my hand began rubbing her ass, her moaning got a bit louder again. I slowly drew my hand along the crack of her ass, pausing to gently brush the rosebud of her asshole and continuing up to slowly insert a finger in her dripping pussy. She arched her back and began fucking my tongue and finger with a vengeance. I pulled my finger out for a second to taste it, causing her to moan in disappointment. I licked my index and middle fingers and slowly inserted them back in her cunt, leaning forward to suck her clit into my mouth. As soon as I did that; both her hands clutched the back of my head as she ground her hips into my face. A second later, she shuddered violently as she yelled: "Oh God, don't stop...oh God, oh GOD, OH GOD, OOOHHH GGGOOODDD!". 

She shuddered for a few minutes and then looked weakly down at me. "Oh my God, that felt good. I've never had that happen before." 

"Don't you masturbate?"

She blushed and glanced away. "No, I don't. I've always been taught that sex is dirty and that masturbation is something that people just don't do."

I smiled at her and gently brushed my fingers across her clit causing a quick spasm with another orgasm. I raised up on my knees to show her my erect cock. "Would you like to cum again? Only this time while trying a little something different?" 

Her eyes glazed over as she looked at my prick. "Mmm. I'd love to put that cock in my waiting pussy! What have you got in mind?" 

"Sit up on the edge of the bed, and spread your legs for me." She gave me a wicked look and quickly scrambled into position on the edge of the bed.

"Is this what you had in mind?" she asked as leaned back on her left elbow and slowly ran the finger of her right hand along her slit.

"Perfect." I moved between her legs and slowly bent forward to suck on the nipple of her right breast. Her quick intake of breath told me that she was still enjoying herself. Keeping her nipple in my mouth, I inched my hips forward until the head of my cock just grazed against the lips of her pussy. In that position, I began slowly sliding it up and down the length of her wet and dripping gash. She moaned deeply and reached down to raise my head up from her breasts. Looking directly at me, she whispered intensely "Oh, God, I want you to fuck me!"

Her pussy was so wet that I didn't need any other lubrication. I adjusted the angle of my hips slightly until the head of my dick was just starting to part the lips of her cunt. I paused there and looked into Leila's eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never been more sure. Please stop teasing me and just fuck me!"

Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed myself into her slick entrance. As I did, she moaned deeply. When our hips met, she reached up suddenly and grabbed my ass, holding me in place.

"Stop! Stop. I just want to feel this for a second." She purred "You feel so good in there!" She slowly started to move my hips with her hands; in and out; basically fucking herself with my hips. I gradually began moving my hips with her hands, increasing the speed and intensity of our thrusting into each other. "Unh. Unh. Unh." Each thrust brought another grunt from her as she began thrusting into me. After a few moments, I leaned back and put my full weight on my knees while continuing to thrust into her hips. 

"What are you doing?" Leila asked.

"I'm watching us fuck." 

She giggled and asked: "And how's it look?"

"Fabulous. Your cunt is beautiful; just watching it get fucked is nearly enough to make me cum. Being the one fucking it is just indescribable!" 

"Are you close to cumming?"

"I am. But I'd like you to cum with me." Taking her right hand, I placed her fingertips on her clit. "Rub yourself. I want you to masturbate while I fuck you." She gave me a wicked grin and began slowly circling her clit with her index finger. As she ran her finger around her clit, her head slowly fell backwards and moaned deeply again.

After a few minutes of this, her breathing began noticeably quickening. For a girl that had never had an orgasm before, she seemed to be making up for lost time. I silently said a prayer of thanks as I'd been thinking of anything I could—booth, my homework, the balance in my checking account—to take my mind off my impending release so that could cum together. As the pace of her hand quickened, I pulled out all the stops and began fucking her in earnest. In just a few moments, Leila began a shuddering climax, reaching her hands around to grab both cheeks of my ass. As she did so, I felt that familiar rise in my balls. I squeezed my eyes shut and began pumping a hot, sticky load deep into her waiting box.

"Oh, yes! That's it! Fuck my cunt! Cum in my cunt!"

With a final shove, I collapsed on Leila, my head resting between her enormous tits; both of us gasping for breath. We lay like that for another few minutes, catching our breath, before I slowly raised back up and gently kissed each of her nipples, causing her to shudder briefly. Leila raised back up on her elbows and looked down at me.


What If? Ch. 01



"I've changed my mind. I'm glad we missed the eight o'clock deadline after all."

"Me too. But if you're going to spend the night, what are you going to sleep in?"

I smirked at her. "I was thinking of sleeping IN you." 



What If? Ch. 01



This started as just a side story in between brainstorming sessions for another project that turned into something more the more I thought about it. Just a fun exercise with familiar character... anyway I hope you like it. 

In this story I have taken the CR/CF characters and storyline and asked myself, 'What if Katy had never met Mel?' This version picks up the morning after Brandon and Katy first met, and all of it is from Brandon's perspective.

Edited by HJF



As Brandon headed for his usual workout his head was full of the sexy blonde from the previous night that had literally filled his dreams. The images of her bouncing up and down on him made it difficult to concentrate on what he was doing and keep count. Several times he had to stop and remember what rep he was on after reminiscing about Katy.

He could not deny that a large part of him, specifically his rather embarrassing erection that was the evidence of his extreme horniness, regretted not using the woman or at the very least jerking off to her naked body. However, each time these thoughts crossed his mind he quieted them. If he had used her body he was no better than Hutch was, and although he could not help the fantasies that kept popping into his head about her, he also felt whacking off in front of her was weird.

He remembered her note saying she would like to see him again, but he doubted that and even so, what kind of girl was she? Brandon had spent most of the night and morning feeling she was the victim, but what if she had chosen to be in that spot? Brandon was not sure he wanted to hang around with a girl like that not matter how hot or easy.

At that thought Brandon shook his head remembering his brother's words, and how long it had been. Sad as it was if she offered he might just take her up on it. He wasn't proud of that thought, but there it was.

Sometime later he finished his workout and after breakfast decided to go for a swim. He thought briefly about going looking for the mysterious Katy, but realized how absurd that was. It was a very large ship and it was not like she had an uncommon name; finding one Katy on a ship this size was near impossible. So he would need to rely on chance or more likely her finding him and somehow he didn't think that was too likely. He could ask Hutch where he found her, but the idea of doing that repulsed him. He'd rather never see the woman again than ask Hutch for something.

So the cruise passed uneventfully for the remainder of that day and the next. Brandon kept an eye out for Katy and even stayed in his room the next afternoon working on his laptop hoping she would come find him there eventually. Brandon had almost forgotten when his phone rang. Puzzled he rose and answered.

"Hello?"

"Brandon, it's Jack." Getting no response as Brandon's mind was so full of hope it had been Katy calling he said, "From the desk... we went to school together?" 

Brandon remembered Jack had been a classmate of his and during the whole room mix-up situation they had had a chance to talk.

"Yeah, Jack, sorry I spaced there for a moment, what's up? Is there something wrong with the cabin?" Then after a hopeful pause he added, "You guys wouldn't happen to have found me another suite?"

"No, sorry, nothing like that; we're booked for the duration man, sorry. No I'm calling because we're having some issue with the central computer up here and I remember you were a whiz at programming. You mind coming up to take a look?"

"Don't you guys have someone on staff for that?" Brandon asked, a bit confused.

"We do, but this system is brand new, supposedly state of the art, and immensely complex. If nothing else our guy could use the extra eyes. Some big-wig passengers are getting mighty upset, and pressuring the corporate heads to get this fixed pronto. I figure if you help us fix it maybe someone can get you a job; you did say you were out of work, right? Plus you'd be doing the staff a favor if you could get some of these things to work right for a change... including more than a few very cute waitresses that would be very appreciative if you know what I mean."

Brandon mulled it over and figured why not. If they were willing to let him help he might just get a job out of it, or at the very least it was something to take his mind off the Katy obsession that was beginning to creep him out a bit.

"Sure, I'll meet you in the lobby in few minutes."

Brandon headed out and Jack took him into the room that housed the ship's mainframe. After he was briefly checked out by ship security he and Rick, the company's computer tech, got to talking.

"Jack says you're good. I hope so because whatever this bug is it's a doozy. It's very apparent the distributor sold us an incomplete product. Hell of a thing to put into a near fully automated multi-billion dollar cruise liner carrying over 5,000 people."

After that they went to work. It turned out that while Brandon did not have the slightest idea about the more advanced sections of the program he was rather familiar with the base program they had modified to build the programming. He also knew just how flawed that particular program could be. Once he had pointed this out he and Rick were able to make rapid progress.

After several hours of work the pair had fixed most of the major glitches they found and were about ready to rest before getting the remaining minor issues fixed, when their efforts were greeted by alarms. Fearing they had screwed up they ran a relatively quick check and found that the program was now working, and that the alarms were likely real. The captain sent maintenance to look into the alarms in the lower decks and the report back was sobering. The glitches had caused the ships computer to miss a gas leak in the lower deck. By the maintenance man's estimate if the leak had been allowed to go unnoticed overnight the gas would have spread far enough that the slightest of sparks could have blown the ship into several pieces killing virtually all on board.

"Congratulations boys," the captain said to them, "You just may have prevented the worst sea disaster in history." Then, turning to another man in a suit, he said, "I think these gentlemen have earned a seat at the head table, Mr. Drake, don't you agree?" The man in the suit, whom Brandon would later learn was a corporate officer for the cruise line, gathered himself and agreed.

"Yes, Jim I think that's a very good idea." He then turned to Rick and said, "Good work as usual Mr. Hayes." Rick was about to say something when Mr. Drake held up his hand and looked at Brandon, "And before you object Rick I would also like to thank you Mr. Metcalf for your assistance. You will be rewarded handsomely for services rendered to the cruise line." Brandon thanked him and the man continued, "No trouble, however I have a request. Would you mind, if it's alright with Rick, staying on to iron out the rest of our issues? While those may not be life threatening it would enhance the stay of our guests, and you will of course be paid for your time." Rick nodded his approval of the idea and so Brandon agreed. "Good, that's settled then. If there is anything else we can do for you Mr. Metcalf, please do not hesitate to ask."

"Actually sir, now that you mention it there was a slight mix-up with my room..." Brandon said.

"Say no more my boy. Considered it handled. I'll talk to the desk. I'm sure something can be worked out for the man who helped save the ship."

True to his word things were worked out within minutes. In the time it had taken for him and Rick to finish up a few things a new room had been arranged for him on the penthouse level. By the time he arrived a half hour later Brandon found the ship staff had not only moved all his clothes and belongings, but put most of them away for him. 

Shortly after reaching his room and taking a brief moment to marvel at its spaciousness he crashed into the large bed and was out in an instant.

The next morning Brandon explored the room which had a living area with a bedroom and bath attached. It also had a balcony and its own hot tub. After showering and grabbing breakfast Brandon joined Rick in tackling the remaining minor glitches in the system, which took all morning and most of the afternoon. As dinner approached someone for the cruise staff reminded him he was a guest of honor that night at dinner.

That night he headed toward the regular dining room only to find that a more private dinner had been arranged to honor those that had helped avert the disaster, including him, Rick, and the maintenance staff that had been so quick in identifying and solving the gas leak issue. As the only non-cruise line employee Brandon found himself the center of a lot of the praise. It appeared that despite the Line's best efforts to keep the problem quiet word had leaked of a passenger saving the ship, which explained the muttering that had gone on around him all day amongst other passengers.

Brandon enjoyed the praise and was pleasantly surprised to find that several of the guests offered him work, especially after it was made known he was looking. Brandon suddenly had almost too many offers. He decided not to make any rash decisions on the spot and respectfully told those offering this, which most of them respected.

However, it was as he was speaking to Tim Hemmings that something happened that drove all thoughts of work searching from his mind. The woman that approached wore a form-fitting red dress that was incredibly sexy without being too slutty for the proceedings. She wore her platinum blonde hair in an elegant knot for the evening and the effect was absolutely breathtaking. She approached the pair and it was apparent she had come to greet the older man, but Brandon swore her eyes lit up when she saw him before she addressed Mr. Hemmings.

"Hi Daddy!" she said in an extremely cheerful voice. 

"Katherine, I'm busy, what did I tell you about interrupting?" he said sternly, reprimanding the twenty something woman as though she were a small child.

"Sorry Daddy," she said, clearly not remorseful at all. before flashing Brandon a mischievous smile. Brandon could tell this girl was trouble, but for some reason it intrigued him more than repulsed him. Then as if to confirm his suspicions she looked at Brandon and said, "Nice to see you again Brandon."

Her father, who had taken little notice of her after his reprimand, stopped and looked at her when she said this.

"Wait, you two know each other?"

"Just in passing. Brandon helped me out the other day when I got a little bit lost. Speaking of which, I believe I owe you a tour of the penthouse level," she said, taking his hand and gently leading Brandon toward a door. Brandon was confused briefly but Katy gave him a pointed look and he hastily agreed.

"Why yes, I believe you do, you don't mind me cutting our chat short, sir?" It was ballsy and so very uncharacteristic for him, but for some reason it worked. 

"Of course not," Tim said with a smile, "She's in good hands with you son. Think about my offer though will you?"

Brandon barely had time to respond before Katy was practically dragging him away. He and Katy had soon left the crowded room behind and when they were outside on the deck she immediately grabbed him and to his surprise planted a deep kiss on him. A real feat considering their height difference and the tightness of the dress she wore.

"That was for the other night," she said, before kissing him deeply again, "And that was for saving my life." Brandon was dazed but somehow managed to object to the last point, although he was not sure how coherently. "You saved the ship, and all on board, which includes me, so thank you."

"Well, I helped save the ship and as for the other night I was glad to do it." 

"Oh, cute and modest, I like that," the sexy blonde said with a smile. Then, sitting on a deck chair and motioning for him to do the same, she said, "So, mystery hero, tell me about yourself."

Brandon sat and gave her a brief account of his life. As he did he could not help but notice her stunningly deep brown eyes. Somehow those eyes were reassuring as he told her his tale, strangely feeling comfortable telling this woman he barely knew some of his deeper secrets. Her eyes simply conveyed caring and understanding better than any he had ever seen. What's more she conveyed empathy in her actions, words, and body language better than anyone he'd ever met. He smiled to himself at what a marvel this woman was and instantly felt a strong need to protect her and comfort her any way he could.

When he had finished he found she was weeping a bit.

"I'm sorry," she said when she saw he had noticed this, "its just it's so sad that you've been so lonely. I'm glad you at least have family that loves you." Through her concern Brandon noted an edge to her voice in that last statement and had a feeling it had something to do with her own family.

"What about you Katy? What's your story? You now know most everything there is to know about me and all I know is that your name is Katy Hemmings. You're about the most caring and understanding person I've ever met, you have the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen, you've been known to take nude pictures of yourrself for strangers, and," he hesitated, "your dad treats you as if you were a child."

She kissed him again and clearly touched by his comments said thank you, then looked at him funny and said "No comments on the body?" 

Brandon smiled, "Well that's amazing too, but who you are inside makes you so much more appealing than what you look like outside." 

"Oooh, good answer," Katy said with a smile.

"Of course the body is a nice perk..." he added, trailing off.

"And moment gone," she teased before kissing him to show the last part had not upset her too much. 

Wanting to make amends he added, "I must say you look exceptionally lovely tonight though Katy, especially that dress... wow." Katy smiled.

"I'm glad you like it. I wore it for you." Brandon was confused and must have looked it,."Your name was all over the invite silly!" Then, seeming to not want to embarrass him further she said, "I guess after that kind of flattery I can hardly refuse your request kind sir."

She got serious and told her story and while it was sad it was nowhere near as bad as he expected. She seemed to have had a good life as daddy's little princess, but her kind heart and rather promiscuous attitude had caused friction between her and her father. Most recently the biggest tension between the two came from her father taking a little too active of a role in her love life. 

Katy was having a rough time as being so trusting and caring as she was and having the body she did, she was prone to heartbreak. Compounding her problem was that the few times she managed to find a guy who would treat her well they always fell short of her father's lofty expectations. 

As Katy finished her tale Brandon noticed a storm brewing in the distance seemingly from nowhere. He suggested getting out of the storm and Katy agreed immediately. Seeing this Brandon realized something.

"Storms scare you don't they?" She nodded

"Especially thunder and lightning. It's too bad you don't have your own room 'cause I really hate sleeping alone on nights like this, but I just can't go back to that room where he will be and taking you to my room is out of the question; daddy would kill you." Brandon knew that something was smiling down on him as pulled his new key from his pocket.

"Well you would've been right last night, but saving the ship has its perks. Mr. Drake had me moved to my own penthouse suite this morning. Turns out they didn't want word that their hero was forced to double up thanks to a booking error. So if you like we can head to my room, as it would be my pleasure to be your shelter from the storm so to speak."

Katy smiled, and jumping into his arms showered him with kisses, "Oh thank you Brandon," she said, hugging close to him and then looking into his eyes saying in a much sexier voice, "You know I'll need ample distraction to make me forget about the storm..."

Brandon got her meaning and no sooner had he set her down than he was leading her toward his room. Since hers was down the hall she made a brief stop for a few items figuring her parents would be still at the dinner schmoozing the other passengers. They reached his room and Katy immediately insisted on changing out of the fancy dress she wore. She had thought about doing that when she got to her room but decided against it, not wanting to push her luck in visiting her room.

Brandon decided to change out of his formal clothes while Katy changed in the attached bathroom. He had no soon finished removing his shirt and pants then the door opened and Katy walked in. To Brandon's surprise she still was wearing her dress but her long blonde hair hung loose and any traces of makeup she had been wearing were gone. 

She gave him a smile before turning and asking over her shoulder, "Brandon, would you be a dear and unzip me. I could but it's a really awkward angle." Brandon agreed and crossed the room. He pulled down the zipper for her and was surprised that when he reached the middle of her back he found no bra underneath. Sure she had been wearing one earlier, he went to question her about it. However the words never left his mouth as at that moment Katy turned around and shrugged the straps of her dress off causing the front to fold down around her waist. Brandon couldn't help but stare at the magnificent chest in front of him. If he had been able to form a coherent thought he might have wondered how her rock hard nipples had not given her little ploy away, but as it was he could care less at the moment. 

"Well, big boy? You only gonna to stare at 'em or what?" she asked playfully. Brandon, shaken out of his trance by her tease, gladly reached forward and grabbed one of the magnificent mounds in each hand, her hard nipples settling between his caressing fingers. The moment his fingers went to work the small blonde seemingly melted to his touch and was almost immediately moaning in absolute pleasure. Brandon smiled as for the first time he felt in control of things and he was determined to make Katy feel so good so she'd never even remember their was a storm tonight.

With little coaxing he had her on the bed and he knelt in front of her determined to taste the nipples he had admired in the tub a few nights back. However no sooner had he begun than he realized he had her on the brink and smiling to himself he got an idea. He sat up and kissed the now near delirious blonde and rose, helping her to her feet while he whispered in her ear.

"We'd better get this nice dress off you and quick baby cause it sounds like you're about to make a mess of it." Katy gave little argument and shimmied her hips to help him remove the dress the rest of the way. As it hit the floor Brandon found that her bra was not the only underwear she was missing. "Hmm no panties... you are a dirty girl aren't you? Well get ready to cum hard for me dirty girl."

As tempted as he was to plunge his fingers into her glisteningly wet pussy he refrained knowing that her big tasty tits were the center of her world right now. Her laid her flat and began his assault on the fleshy orbs with increasing speed teasing her at first and getting faster and more insistent with each pass. He began sucking and teasing her nipples while simultaneously massaging the rest of her ample chest. As he sucked and lightly nipped a one of her hard nubs he caressed the other breast and nipple with his free hand. The effect put Katy in a state of bliss. She just thrashed in pleasure, her naked body writhing beneath his as she screamed out in ecstasy. Several times she attempted to grind her crotch against his conveniently placed knees, but he held her steady and let the pleasure from her breasts alone overwhelm her. 




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When release at last washed over the ravaged woman her cry was so high pitched Brandon was sure only dogs would have heard it, and her whole body shook so violently Brandon would have been scared she was having a seizure if not for the look of pure delight on her angelic face. Brandon smiled and let her relax for a bit before resuming his assault.

The blonde lay exhausted for the first few minutes before she began squirming again, her hips and crotch still fighting to find his leg. Brandon relented a bit and instead of making her seek out his leg, his fingers began teasingly exploring her dripping wet hole. She moaned in frustration as her teased her some more. Brandon looked at her and met her frustrated stare briefly before he at last plunged his fingers into the velvety hole. Her walls nearly immediately tightened on his invading finger and she gasped as he felt warmth flood over his fingers.

Smiling, he waited for her to come down a bit before finger fucking her in earnest his thumb massaging her swollen clit. For good measure her kissed and caressed her swollen nipples too. It wasn't long until Katy came again.

She showed signs of wanting to speak or get up, but Brandon had one last thing he wanted to do before that happened; he wanted a taste of her sweet juices. 

He got up and positioned himself above her molten hot pussy. As he had with her nipples and his fingers he teased with his tongue a bit, cleaning the copious amount of her cum for her inner thighs before diving in. He had her about halfway home by his reckoning when to his surprise her hands stopped him he looked at her utterly confused.

Her eyes met his and there was pure lust in her deep brown set. Gasping she said, "Fuck me...baby, please...now...fuck me...hard." Then the insistent tone faded away and it was replaced by almost a whine of longing as she said, a final, "pleaaasssee!" 

Brandon smiled and pulling off his boxers he revealed his achingly hard cock to her. Katy gasped slightly at the sight and before she had to resort to begging for it some more Brandon granted her request. Katy was rather tight but given the amount of times she had cum and how hot she was for him, Brandon slid in almost immediately despite his size and her tightness.

He felt no need to let her adjust as her felt her legs close behind him. Mustering strength he began fucking Katy harder and harder enjoying watching he large boobs bounce with every thrust. The feel of her warm pussy on his cock was so amazing he was surprised he was able to hold on as long as he did.

Just when he felt he could not hold it any longer and was beginning to tire Katy began to encourage him along. "Just a little more baby, don't stop, right there, al..most.. thereeee!" 

With that he felt her walls contract on his shaft as her pussy once again gushed fluid. He felt himself explode and wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as his cum rocketed out of him and into her waiting pussy.

It was only then that he realized that the storm had begun. He had been so lost in the storm going on inside that he had forgotten the purpose of this sleepover. He pulled out of the exhausted blonde and cuddled up behind her pulling her close. He kissed her forehead and she stirred only feebly before falling asleep in his arms. It would turn out to be one heck of a storm, but Katy Hemmings, for once in her life, slept right through it, cuddled safely in the arms of her new lover.



What If? Ch. 01



The Final Chapter in the complex work surrounding Kitty, Charlene and Tad. This is a dramatic twist in the story, and is in the SF section because it has little in the way of BDSM, so it's cross-filed. For those who have not read it before, it is recommended to read the works 'Battlefield' and 'Measure Of A Man' before diving into this final chapter in the life. This final chapter basically wrote itself, it evolved from a simple closure of the story into a complex reality altering tale that continued to make sense as it splashed onto the pages. It's name even changed, going through five different titles before it finally felt comfortable being simply called 'What If?' I may never visit this universe again, but as with any work I put on the digital domain, there is always the possibility that the characters will wake me up and ask me that same question ... 'What If?' I must put a shoutout to @SmallTownGirl and to @EagleJet1 who helped me to review and work out many details of this story to make it more concise and make sense, especially with my high-speed pacing. Even if you don't feel like you did a lot, ladies, you helped a great deal, and this final work is dedicated to the both of you. As always, comments and critiques are welcomed, enjoy the ride, I know I enjoyed crafting this tale.





Kitty got up on unsteady legs and sat on the edge of the bed. Last night was a blur. JJ and her had celebrated her 21st birthday the way he celebrated most things, by getting stinking drunk, but this time she had joined him, as much to feel the same level of numbness as to be a part of his world. The house smelled of stale alcohol and vomit. JJ had been sick, throwing up all over the bathroom before heading off to work, a bottle of Bacardi in his pack. Leaving her to clean up the mess and get the kids off to school. She reached over and pulled on a thin cotton dress that was all that he wanted her to wear when she was at home. If he wanted to fuck her, she was easily accessible, but decently covered if somebody came over.

At least now that she had given him two children, he was not as violent with her any longer. The Chattel Act of 1978 gave him the right that he had exercised twelve years ago when he had bought her after her parents and Aunt Charlene had been killed in that car accident. As an orphan child, she was an available property, and JJ had bought her for his use. The same act meant she was untouchable sexually until she was sixteen. Then he had made her his, and she had given him two children in twenty-three months. Now she was 21, the kids were growing up, and JJ was slowly fading into a drunken mess on a regular basis.

Chevonne and Jason were both quiet and obedient for their mother as she got them up, dressed, fed them porridge, and then they were off to wait for the bus to take them to the integrated school at the edge of town. Chevonne was in kindergarten and Jason was in Grade 1. Both of them tried very hard to please their mother and their sullen father, when he cared to pay them any attention at all.

As children of chattel, they were free as long as their free parent survived until they were sixteen. If JJ was killed, they would go on the auction block and would be sold to any one who had the cash to buy their writ.

Once they were both on the bus, it did not take Kitty long to clean up the puke in the bathroom and then get the rest of the house cleaned up. JJ would be home around 2ish, and she made sure there was food ready to cook, then got dinner prepared so it would be ready to serve once her Master Husband was home.

She sat in the kitchen, watching the pot slowly begin to boil as it began to cook the roast which was what JJ liked on Wednesdays, then she turned and gasped, dropping the glass of water she was carrying. It smashed on the ground at the feet of a girl standing in her kitchen, dressed in some sort of purple bodysuit that left little to Kitty's imagination.

"Who are you? Get out!" Kitty said in a quavering voice.

"I'm you, and this ... this is totally wrong." Said the other girl with a frown and Kitty realized as she heard the voice that she was looking at a mirror image, this was her, but not the same her, this was somebody different.

...

Mariah Catherine 'Kitty' Douglas was sitting in the lab, watching the team make the final calibrations on the device they had been assembling for the past eight weeks. She had been working with them, her ideas and insights as to the physics having been instrumental in the baseline for this experiment.

She had gone back to school at Charlene's urging, and had delved right into high-energy physics, something that had been tickling at the back of her head for years, but which she had not pursued. With Charlene and Tad's support, she had enlisted with U of Wash's physics team and quickly rose to the top of the class. She had a unique way of looking at the world, and her professors were amazed at the odd insights she had shown which meant some of their established ideas were being turned on their heads.

It was her work with Cerenkov wavicles and radiation that had gotten her this far. She had gotten the idea back in the first days of the class, when the Professor had been explaining just how Cerenkov radiation impacted the material world as it was supposed to show the effects of faster than light energies impacting in our world. Kitty, or Mariah as she liked to be called at Uni, had asked some oddball questions which the Professor had been unable to answer to her satisfaction.

Two weeks later, Mariah had been sitting with him after class, showing him a formula she had devised that explained her theory, Professor Scott had been amazed that this Freshman had actually devised a physics formula that not only looked like something Einstein or Hawking would write, but it made sense.

She spent the rest of that evening explaining the formula and her wavicle theory to him, and he had taken her out to dinner so that they did not have to be interrupted. Mariah smiled at the memories. Professor Scott was in the middle of the group building the Cannon, every once in a while he would glance over to where she sat and she'd smile at him, which he would acknowledge with a small thin smile of his own, then go back to work aligning the 21 Cyclotron generators.

Mariah had no problem at all seducing the older man. Since Charlene and Tad had been married, she had learned there was no shame in using her body to help get her what she wanted, because as long as nobody got hurt, it was all green for go. Professor Ian Scott was unattached, but he was older, 46 years old, compared to Mariah's 20, at the time.

However, he was a means to an end. Mariah had to get this thing built so she could make the change that would right the wrong. She knew what the end game was already, and it was approaching. Professor Scott and all the undergrad students working on the Cannon had no idea what it was going to really be used for, and Mariah would not tell them until after the cycle had begun, which would then become fixed and not able to be changed.

21 Cyclotrons arranged in a ring, wired in series. Each one building on the energy generated by the one before it. Each cyclotron running in an atmosphere of pure nitrogen. Only one exit portal for the energy being generated by the cyclotrons, towards an inner ring that was a reinforced glass torus filled with distilled and hydrogen-ionized water. Wrapped around that torus was a fine mesh of silver wire, with the gaps being exactly 2.2 millimetres, to prevent certain microwaves from passing but allowing all other energies free reign. In the middle, a space of precisely 718 millimetres circular, the energies would interact in such a way as to generate a Cerenkov flash.

The actual device was a lot more complex than just that, Mariah had designed the entire thing, and with Professor Ian Scott's help, had begun to assemble the group of Grad, Undergrad and Sophomore students who would actually build it, and not draw attention to themselves in the process.

"Ready for a calibration run." Ian said as he and the other students stepped out of the generator ring and the torus lowered down to complete the conduit linkage. Mariah got off her stool, walked over and gave him a solid kiss that showed both her self-confidence, and lack of concern for what anybody else thought about their relationship.

He was a good man, he was her lover, and Mariah was in love with him. Just not in a position or at a stage to marry him. That didn't stop her from fucking his brains out every night she could though. Tonight would be no exception, Ian would be worn out by the 20 year old's energy and attention and sleep with a very satisfied smile on his face.

Ian handed Mariah the control panel, wired to the system by an inch-thick cable that was wrapped in layers of electrical tape, and as everybody stepped outside the red, then the yellow taped lines on the floor, she looked around for a final visual check.

"OK – final checks people." Mariah said into the quiet.

"Cyclotron visual check, good. Power feeds online, green. Water torus filled and sealed, nominal bubbles. Calibration sequence ready, computers are powered up and ready to start the sequence." Came the responses from Karen, Ramon, Shaun and Teg, four of the students who had helped put the device together. 

Mariah tapped a series of commands on the console in her hands and lights began to flash in series as each cyclotron began to spin up, handing it's charged particle load off to the next one in series as they all built upon the stepped energy of the unit before.

"Ten Thousand Electron volts." Came the report from Ramon who was keeping an eye on the cyclotron power meters. Mariah knew they had to hit 100 MeV, or Million Electron volts, even as Ian had tried to tell her weeks ago, that the Cyclotrons she had acquired for this could only output a maximum of 5 million eV's each.

Her response to that had been to sit him in his chair, pull up her skirt so she could straddle him, and then she had educated her older lover in the finer points of french kissing, before slipping down to the floor where she knelt, unzipping his pants, and then proceeded to show him just what a tongue piercing could do to his long and thin member.

He had been quite happy to allow her to seduce him, despite what the conduct rules were at the University, there was actually nothing that prevented a student and Professor from being intimate. Just as long as they were discrete, and that there was clear separation between course and personal life. No matter how well she fucked him, it would not earn Mariah an A grade in class, even as she was Triple-A in his bed.

"We're approaching a hundred thousand eV." Ramon reported from the power monitors. This test would only bring the unit up to a million eV. Enough to allow them to visually see the result in the middle of the chamber as the Cerenkov Radiation interacted with the mesh and energies to begin to make something incredible manifest.

Mariah recalled when she had first gotten wind of this. A letter being delivered to her house days before she had begun enrolment. Hand-written, dated from 12 years ago. The FedEx delivery man had told her they had instructions to hold this letter until this specific date, then deliver it. There was no return address, but it was her own hand writing.

She had since received nineteen letters, and knew that there was one more left to arrive. 21 letters to change her life and the lives of those she cared about. 21 letters to make sure people could have a happily ever after. 21 letters to ensure that events happened the way they needed to happen, and not just by fate.

The letters had given her the formula, the plans, and the instructions to seduce the professor to seal the initial deal. The letters had given her the ability to talk to him on his level, because Mariah had the knowledge, but the letters gave her the insight to be able to talk through the difficult questions asked of her.

"Two hundred fifty thousand eV. We're approaching the beginning of the cascade." Mariah nodded at Karen and made an adjustment to the console so the waveguide gateways between the cyclotrons opened to allow energies to overflow as they reached peak and begin to ramp up other devices, so they could share the power build and not overload.

"Back to green." She said, and everybody stepped back until they were outside the green taped line that surrounded the entire experiment. She knew the safe zone in the middle of the torus was secure, but around it, the cyclotron energies were unshielded microwave and radio waves that could do damage at the levels they were approaching. Luckily, the energies were short-lived, so the green line was beyond the distance the particles would travel before subliming into muons and quarks.

"Cascade is beginning, we're up to half a million eV and rising steadily." Ramon reported from the power console.

"When we hit around a million, watch the middle – you'll see something you've never witnessed before. This is history in the making, people." Mariah said.

"Seven hundred fifty thousand. Cyclotron six is showing strain, but it's still within levels." Teg reported.

"Begin a cycle down, we want to peak at a million fifty, not go much higher." Ian said, and adjustments were made to stop pumping raw power into the cascade, but to begin to taper it off.

"We're almost at a million ... now. One Million eV through the cascade. Going higher, but it's slow-Oh My God!" Mariah, Ian and all the other students were stunned as the energy peak did what the letter had described. In the middle of the torus, on the space where the letters had told her to make a very specific gap in the power guides, a glow had appeared. This was a vertical column of bright blue radiation, just like Cerenkov had predicted, but this was in air, not water, glass or any other medium. This was not standard physics any longer.

"Begin ramp-down." Mariah said and tapped a command that cut external power to the cyclotrons so they began to spin down and reduce the inflow of power. The blue column quickly faded and the system dropped it's energy levels until it was finally quiet.

Later that evening, the entire group of twelve students, Mariah and Ian were at the local having a brew and talking about what had occurred. The students were all buzzing with energy and excitement, this was something none of them had ever seen or even considered before.

Ian, on the other hand, was watching his young lover with some concern. Mariah was very quiet, smiling and laughing, but not adding to the conversation.

Finally, in a lull, he asked the question everybody had been wondering but had been too nervous to ask.

"What are we building, Mariah? You seem to know a lot more than you are letting on."

She looked at him, her eyes suddenly bright with unshed tears. "A doorway, Ian. With no fixed endpoint. That is what we have been building for the last eight weeks. It's getting ready, and then it will work, at least once it will be successful."

"A doorway to where, Mariah?" One of the students asked her.

"A door that will allow us, me, to fix a wrong. To make it right again. Once I use it, you can run all the experiments you want, you will learn so much in a short time, Ian." She laughed through her tears. "You will get the Physics chair at Uwash for this, don't even think that you won't. This will change the understanding of high energy physics forever." She sniffed and wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand, then finished the beer in front of her and got to her feet.

"I need to go to the ladies' room to freshen up. I'll be right back."

She walked into the back of the pub, into the ladies' room and used the stall, then stood at the mirror, carefully drying her cheeks and touching up her eyeliner and lip gloss as she thought about what the letters had also said. An error would occur that would convince her that she had to do this, and which would prove to everybody who mattered that this had to happen. According to the letter, that would be tonight.

She turned, and gasped. Mariah was standing face to face with herself. But this was not the same her, this was an older version. She could see fine wrinkles around the eyes, laugh lines, and her skin was not as supple any longer. This one also did not have the collar that Tad had given her a year and a half ago.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm you. From your timeline's future." Came the reply in her own voice. The older woman was definitely her, but at least ten years her senior. She was dressed in a purple catsuit with thin silver piping that was very skintight. Mariah was sure she was naked underneath it, which was unusual now that she was in Uni, her wild days had settled down. Why would she be so exposed again?

"Is this the mistake that you wrote about?"

"Yes, you described the mistake in letter 20, and you gave it a date, today is that date. This is the test that failed, and which proves everything works." Older her said, then walked past to look at herself in the mirror.

"Eh, I've aged, kind of dramatically. Temporal physics can do that. It'll go back to normal once the power drops." She turned to face herself again.

"Take note of what I am wearing, and the lack of jewellery or identifying items. You will get this clothing and be ready on test eight. That is the test that will prove everything so you can do what you know needs to be done."

"Why are we doing this? The letters talk about an Event, and the Moment, but they do not detail why?" Mariah asked her older self.

"You'll find out, very soon. Everything will become clear and you will then know why you began this path. I cannot disclose information to you that you do not already know, other than how to prepare for my event. I know what has to be done, but I'm not there yet, I'm just a few weeks ahead right now." Older her explained, then stepped back and with a wave, vanished with a flash of blue energy.

Mariah leaned against the counter, breathing quietly and steadily. Then gathered her wits and went back to join the party with her team.

Later that evening, with Ian snoring contentedly beside her, feeling the gentle body aches that come after a good lovemaking session, Mariah sat in bed thinking. She knew all about Causality, Novikov's work on self-consistency, and the Parallel Worlds concept that the letters detailed.

What she did not know yet, was what event would occur, except that it would effect both Charlene and Tad, and cause her to focus only on the Cannon until the Moment, at which time things would occur. She still had one letter to come, the final piece of the puzzle.

Mariah rolled onto her side and snuggled until her bottom was pressed against Ian's side while her mind whirled. Hundreds of ideas and concepts spinning wildly though her consciousness, until she finally slept.

Test 1 – they could detect an unknown energy radiating from the Cerenkov flash in the middle of the shaft of blue light. No idea if it was radioactive, dangerous or what, and even as Mariah explained that it was a new form of wavicle, Ian stopped everything until they could analyze the energy signature.

Test 2 – The wavicle was named a Douglas-Scott energy wave. It allowed for temporal energy to flow around whatever was in the Cerenkov shaft, so an object could move through time at a different rate than the rest of the physical universe.

Test 3 – The object had to be living, immaterial objects simply did not transit, or if they did, they did not appear to change.

Test 4 – A mouse put in the shaft de-aged until it was just a baby, and then after being dissected, they discovered that it truly was it's younger self. It had travelled back in time, but had not moved, so it just lost time and shifted backwards.




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Test 5 – Another mouse vanished, never to be seen again, as it's box travelled through the shaft. The amount of time spent in the shaft was equal to the first mouse, so there should have been something in the box, but it was empty. They determined that the mouse had travelled back along it's own timeline, and was where it would have been six months ago, probably in a pet store somewhere.

Test 6 – Fifty MeV, the cyclotrons hummed, the blue glow was solid, and Mariah watched along with everybody else as objects in the room flickered as they were moved back along their own timeline though the Cannon. It was working, with physical as well as living objects, they just had to tune it.

Test 7 – Eighty MeV – they had to replace three Cyclotrons as they had given up under the near constant load, but the power level was approaching human level, as Mariah called it. They knew how to keep the power flow constant, and how to keep the portal stable for timeline travel, but it was still very singular. Whatever went in, would travel back on it's own timeline. This was not really time travel, it was personal exploration, in a lot of ways.

Mariah cheered along with everybody else as the clock struck midnight. She was 21 and it was time for a party at the Campus. She danced with Ian and a bunch of others until the very wee hours, then Ian finally took her drunk ass to bed and laid her with a ferocity that she had not felt before.

He was passionate and lusty, and fucked her solidly into the mattress until Mariah finally passed out from multiple orgasms and exhaustion.

She woke up around 9ish to the sound of a firm knocking on the door. Ian was also roused and he was getting up, Mariah pulled a robe around her and followed him downstairs, then she stopped. Two police officers were standing at the door, talking quietly to Ian. One of them glanced up at her, then Ian turned, and Mariah saw that his face was drawn with sorrow.

"Ian, what's the matter. What's happened?" She said. He walked over and gathered her into his arms, then firmly holding her, let the two officers explain.

Her mind whirled. This wasn't real, it wasn't happening. Charlene was just late. Tad had distracted her, or they'd taken a detour. They were just around the corner. They'd be here any time. This wasn't real!

She began to fight Ian, but he held her fast as she struggled, then screamed at him and collapsed into his arms. The rest was a blur, she only barely heard the police finish giving Ian the news, then she heard the door close and was wrapped in Ian's strong arms as he held her, but her mind was numb. Charlene was dead.

She spent the next two days in a daze, not sure what she was doing, Ian had done his best to support her, as had the other students on the team. They all realized this was the moment that she had been expecting, but none of them knew just how brutal it would be.

She shook herself out of her reverie and went to finish the outfit that she knew would have to work. A Spring style wetsuit, made of a lycra and neoprene blend, made out of a brilliant purple dyed fabric. Inlaid with pure silver wire encapsulated in clear plastic tubing that was piped all along the suit so it was a loose mesh of silver covering the entire suit. This was the conductive travel suit she would wear.

She had to fix this, she had to change an event so that Charlene did not die. She had to make this right somehow.

Test 8 – Despite everybody's arguments, Mariah stood by the shaft as the power ramped up, dressed in the neoprene suit. No tongue piercing, no jewellery, just a pair of soft shoes and the suit.

"Ninety MeV, Mariah. Get ready – we're almost there." Ian called. She turned and nodded to him.

"We can still ramp it down, Mariah. You don't have to do this." Teg yelled above the roar of the cyclotrons.

"I have to fix this, I have to do it. Let me know when we hit a hundred." She called back.

"Almost there ... now. One hundred Million Electron Volts. Mariah, you are good to go." Ian yelled.

She took a deep breath and walked into the portal.

She was in a bathroom, the bathroom at the pub. There she was standing at the mirror checking her own makeup. Mariah waited until she turned and gasped.

"Who are you?" she was asked.

"I'm you, from the future." she replied.

"Is this the mistake you wrote about?" her younger self asked.

"Yes, You didn't focus enough. When you use the portal, you have to be very focused on when you want to be, otherwise, it kind of chooses for you." she explained as she looked at herself critically in the mirror.

She gave her younger self the instructions, then stepped back and thought hard about Ian, she felt a surge, like she was suddenly pulled sideways, and then she was back in the centre of the Cannon, no Cerenkov flash, and the cyclotrons were all scaling down.

She looked around at all the faces, smiled, and said "Success." then promptly collapsed.

Travel though her own timeline caused all sorts of havoc with her energy levels. Mariah slept solidly for twenty hours. She then spent the next two days explaining to the entire group just what had happened, how she had managed to move backwards, and what the effects had been while she had been back there. They determined that if it held true, travel backwards would be limited to a few months, maybe six at best before your body aged so much that you could not make any contact as you would be so old as to be dead when you appeared.

Test 9 - As her body tumbled from the platform, Ian caught her and carefully laid her on the ground, she was beyond icy cold, and she glowed with an inner blue light from Cerenkov radiation. She was frozen totally solid, but part of him knew she wasn't dead, she was literally frozen. Stuck somewhen that was not now. Something had gone wrong when she stepped through the portal.

...

"I do not understand who you are?" Kitty said, leaning against the counter and staring at the mirror image that was her, and yet was definitely not her.

Mariah had cleaned up the broken glass and dumped it into the trash bin beside the stove as she had looked around. Letting her other self get used to the idea. She then walked over and stood almost nose to nose with her other self.

"What do they call you?" She asked.

"I'm Kitty." Kitty replied.

"Kitty was a pet name, a name for a child. Your name is Mariah." Mariah replied, looking at the other woman and noting a number of things that were becoming obvious.

"My writ names me as Kitty Jacobson. That is my name, and the names of my children. I have not been Mariah for over a decade." Kitty replied, sitting down and looking at the other her.

"Jacobson? You're married to him?" Mariah asked, still keenly observing her other self, noting faded bruises, and a weariness that belied the youth of the other woman.

"I'm a chattel wife. JJ Jacobson bought my writ more than a decade ago, he is my Master Husband. Where are you from? Are you from Kanata?" Kitty asked, fear and hope battling in her heart for this strange woman.

Mariah cocked her head at the terms. "This is going to sound very odd, but where exactly are we? What country?"

"We're in the Washington Territory, part of the Confederate States of America." Kitty replied. "Where did you think you were?"

"I sideslipped. Oh God, this is a parallel." Mariah said, mostly to herself. She looked at the clock, 11.30am. She looked back at her other self.

"You know how when you wash dishes, you add in the soap and it bubbles up all the time as the water fills the sink?"

Kitty nodded. "Imagine that each bubble is a place, and every time something happens, that bubble splits to make another bubble. That is what happened here. You are in a different bubble than I am. We are the same person, but different places. Where I am from, there is no Confederate states, no Chattel wives, slavery was abolished over a hundred years ago, in my bubble." Mariah explained.

"The Freedom revolution was won by General Lee in 1864. President Davis rose to power that same year. They taught us that in school. When I last went to school." Kitty said, her voice trailing off.

"I've got to get you out of here." Mariah said.

"Where will you go? You don't even have a writ, you'll be caught and put on the auction block before you get half a mile down the road." Kitty protested.

Mariah smiled. "No I won't. The method I used to get here gives me a unique ability that nobody else on this planet has, I can walk through walls." she stood and looked at the front door. As Kitty gaped, Mariah's body seemed to stretch sideways and she looked like she slid across the room and out the door in a wave of bluish light. Then it repeated itself and Mariah was standing in the middle of the living room, breathing hard but grinning at her other self who was shocked out of her skin by this strangeness.

"That is too weird." Kitty finally said.

"That is how I will be able to get out of here. You're coming with me, I need to right a wrong that has occurred and I think you are that wrong. This should never have happened." Mariah explained.

"I have children, I can't just abandon them." Kitty protested.

You bore children to that bastard?" Mariah exclaimed.

"He's my owner, I don't get a choice. It's the law. You really aren't from around here are you?" Kitty asked.

Mariah pulled out a chair and sat on it, then looked at her other self. "Give me a history, as brief as you can, tell me how your world works, Kitty."

"You mentioned the Freedom Revolution. That was back in 1861. The North fought against the South, and the South won. President Lincoln was killed early on in the war, and the South managed to achieve victories, then it became a rolling battle and General Lee captured Washington. President Davis was nominated and won the federal elections. Since then, Chattel and slavery rights began to expand, but we still have them. Slavery is alive and well, and I am JJ's slave." Kitty said, then walked into the kitchen and began to brew a pot of tea.

"We've had wars, many of them, three World Wars, which the British Monarchy won every time, although the last two were won with our help as well as Kanata and Russia's."

"Why do you call it Kanata? That is the country to the north, right?" Mariah interrupted.

"Yes, the Federation of Kanata withstood the Union after the Freedom Revolution. They stood strong with their anti-slavery stance, and with Britain and France's help, they defended their border against us. We have the longest guarded border in the world with Kanata. They have a simple policy, if you can cross the border, then you are free. They will not question or dispute your status, if you can set foot on Kanata soil, then you are no longer a slave." Kitty said, stirring the pot and waiting for it to boil.

"They are that strong militarily?" Mariah asked.

"They have nukes. We don't. The threat is over our government's head. We breach the border, and war is declared, our major cities will be radioactive." Kitty replied.

"All the more reason to get you out of here, Kitty." Mariah said. "How did you end up as Chattel?"

Kitty turned off the stove and poured the boiling water into the teapot with the two bags of black tea that she enjoyed. "My parents and aunt were killed in a car accident when I was nine. With no other family members alive to take possession, I was placed in the system, which meant I was available to be bought by somebody who had the means to raise me. JJ bought my writ six months later, and I became his legal property. When I was sixteen, I became his Chattel wife." she said as she poured the tea into two cups, and handed one to her other self.

"They never looked into the cause of the accident, or charged the other driver?" Mariah asked.

"It doesn't work that way. If there is an accident, it goes to whoever has the money to repay the damages or to pay for the costs. In this case, the other driver was unknown for years, I only found out on my wedding day."

"Who was the driver?" Mariah asked.

"Johnathan Jonas Jacobson." Came a deep voice from the hall and both women turned to see Kitty's Master Husband standing there.

"Just who the hell are you?" He growled, looking at Mariah as she got to her feet and faced him.

"Nobody important, just a friend to your ... property." Mariah replied, slightly adjusting her stance as Tad had shown her a year ago when he taught her the basics of Tai Chi for her own balance and self-defence.

"You her sister or something? You look like her, where's your writ?" JJ growled, stepping towards her on unsteady drunk legs. He'd already finished the bottle of Bacardi and had come home for a quickie and a refill.

"I don't need a writ, I'm from Triumf. I'm just here to talk, not looking for a problem." Mariah said, then watched JJ's actions very carefully as he unsteadily moved towards her, then he turned and looked at his wife, also standing, but not looking as strong and self-assured.

"I came home to spend some time with my wife. So if you are just here to talk, that talking is done. Get out so I can be with my woman." He said, pulling Kitty to him and holding her tightly against his tall body.

Mariah turned and walked to the front door, she turned back to look at the couple, Kitty had a slightly pleading look in her eyes, and Mariah locked eyes with JJ. "I will be back later, take care." As she opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind her. She leaned against the door for a moment, catching her breath. JJ was alive, he was not quite like she remembered him, this version was not as physically imposing as her version, or it may be that she was more self-confidant now so he just didn't seem as imposing.

Mariah began to walk down the street towards the centre of the city. She needed to find Ian, or whomever was running the physics team at Uwash. She had to figure out how to get back to her reality, and sooner rather than later. She didn't notice the flicker around her, but did suddenly notice the change, as the car she was walking up to suddenly changed from red to blue. Something had happened.

Kitty was afraid, but that only lasted a little while. As soon as the other woman closed the door, JJ put his hands on her waist and lifted her onto the counter while he began to fumble at his belt to undo his pants. Kitty obediently spread her legs for him to have access as he roughly kissed her and then nuzzled her neck. She knew what to do to make him feel good, she had been doing this for years. His pleasure was her focus, she was his property.

His pants slid down to the floor with a soft thud and she felt his erection rubbing against her pussy, then with a wince as she was not moist, he slid into her as he grunted with the effort. As he began to thrust into her, her body began to add lubrication so it began to get easier, but it was never what she would call a good experience. He was big, and long, and it hurt her every time he took her, which was just about every day, as long as he could get it up.

She knew what to do though, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pushed back as he fucked her, adding to his rhythm to make it feel good for him, ignoring the stink of stale alcohol on his breath as it clouded her air, and kissed him back as his lips sought out her own.

His cock slid deeply into her on almost every thrust, the blunt head hitting her cervix and sometimes making her wince in discomfort as he thrust deeply into her body, this was his right. She as lucky to have him, instead of some of the other owners out there, who did not respect the law. JJ took care of her, he always made sure there was food for her and their children, he was never really violent, she got hit now and then when she did wrong, but he never just beat her for the sake of making her cry.

His hands tightened their grip on her hips as he began to thrust harder, and she could feel him begin to stiffen inside of her, so she began to gasp into his ear and groan in the way that she knew would make him finish as he solidly fucked into his woman.

She felt the spurts as his cock erupted and he gasped out his release, leaning into her as she sat on the counter, legs wrapped around him, feeling his cock spurting it's fertile seed into her sterilized womb. After their second child, as per the law, she had been medically sterilized as a chattel wife can only bear two children during her lifetime, to keep population under control. That was strictly enforced, and for those who violated that act, they could become chattel under the law.

JJ leaned against her, relaxing as his cock softened, then he pulled out of her and with a final kiss against her dry lips, he pulled his pants up and went to the bathroom to clean up. Kitty reached over to get a cloth and cleaned herself from the evidence slipping out of her, but did nothing more, other than close her legs and adjust the thin cotton dress so she was covered again. She remained sitting on the counter until he returned.

"Where's the rum, Kitty?" She heard him call out. "Fresh keg is in the pantry, Master." she replied.

The sound of him uncorking the keg and then the liquid sound of rum being poured into his travel bottle next reached her ears, and a few minutes later, he came back into the kitchen, full bottle in his hand, and slipped it into his satchel.

"Take it off." He said, and Kitty pulled the cotton dress up and over her head so she sat on the counter, naked to his gaze.

"I've been good to you, haven't I?" He asked in his deep rumbling voice.

"Yes, Master. You have." She replied.

"But, you don't want be my slave, do you?" He said, looking everywhere but at her directly.

"You know I don't, Master. This is not a secret. I want to be a free woman. I am your property, and I gave myself to you and have not done anything to make you question my loyalty, have I?" Kitty asked him, a twinge of fear in her belly. Reeducation camps were available for slaves who were not good for their owners. Kitty did not want to go to one of them.

"No, you have done fine, Kitty. This is just not what I envisioned it to be. You gave me two good kids, and I do my best for you and for them. It's not right. Something feels wrong." JJ said, then picked her up and put her on her feet. He roughly caressed her breasts and rough fingers massaged her still damp pubes from their coupling, then he stepped back again.

"I listened to what that other woman said, Kitty. I'm not stupid. She wants to take you away from this, from me." He looked at her, finally making eye contact and she could see the hurt in his eyes, even through the alcoholic haze.

"I never met her before, Master. I really don't know who she is." Kitty said, reaching out and gently caressing his cheek.

"I know that. I know, but ... you're stuck here. Because of me. What I did made you into my slave. I can't change that." He turned and walked into the living room to stand in front of the windows, looking out on the road that ran into the main part of the town.

"Do you want it to change?" Kitty said, walking up to stand beside him, heedless of her nudity. He was Master, if he wanted her to walk naked down the main street, she would do as she was bid.

"I want you to love me." He cried.

"In my own way I do, JJ. I love you as much as a chattel wife can love her Master. I have never strayed, I never allowed any other owners or slaves to use me, this is all for you, and only for you." She indicated her naked body.

"But you don't love me, not freely, do you?" He said, looking at her.

"How can I? I'm not free." She replied quietly.

"That is my fault, Kitty. I have to get back to work. But I tell you this ... if you see an opportunity to become free. You take it, understand me?" He said, his eyes boring into hers.

"JJ – I can't leave our children." She replied.




What If? Ch. 01



"As long as I live they will be fine. I'm not going anywhere. I have to stay here, being town Supercargo means I'm not permitted to go more than fifty miles outside the borders. This whole thing I started twelve years ago was supposed to get me a loving and proper wife. I never meant for it to hurt you or to make you into my property. I wanted you to love me." He opened the front door and looked back at her. "As I said, you get the opportunity, Kitty. You take it. I won't stop you, you know that to be true." Then he was gone, closing the door behind him with a solid click.