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1:23

By: lostindavoid



"I can't see a thing," Kent Orlando said. 

Harriet didn't respond and Kent felt her tinkering with the weird helmet thing on his head. 

"What is this thing suppose to do again?" he asked worried that his brain was being cooked somehow.

Harriet made more adjustments and then said, "It connects to the part of your brain that is stimulated when you're Happy."

"What part is that?" he asked but didn't get an answer because now he couldn't hear a thing. "Um, Harriet, I'm blind and deaf now."

He heard a high ringing in his left ear then it weirdly moved to his right ear. Then the sound seem to come from in front of him.

"Can you hear me?" Harriet asked sounding distant.

"You across the room? You sound far away."

"And now?" 

"Whoa! It's like you're yelling in my right ear."

"Oh sorry, this in kind of tricky. What about now?"

"Better, you sound like you're right in front of me but not yelling."

"Good," Harriet said. "What else do you hear?"

"Normal stuff. The chair I'm in is squeaky and you're moving stuff on your work table."

"Good, can you see anything?"

"Um ... the darkness seems less ... dark?"

"And now?"

"I think a see flashing lights to my right ... no, my left."

"You can take off the helmet now," Harriet said.

He reached up to grip the helmet but it seemed to take forever. It was like his arms were hundreds of feet long and it took time for his command to reach his hands. Wonder if that's how super giant dinosaurs moved, he thought absently. His hands finally touched the sides of the helmet and he peeled it off. 

"That's it?" Kent asked as Harriet took the thing away from him. "I thought you were stimulating my happy zone? I was hoping to see myself surfing or dancing with girls in bikinis and stuff."

"Yeah you wish," Harriet said putting the helmet down. "This is a science experiment not a frat house party." 

"You made it sound like this would take a while," Kent said. He stretched his neck and flexed his limbs. He felt oddly fatigued. 

"It did," Harriet said. "It took two hours to get you to hear my voice. Another hour for you to see the lights."

"Really? It felt like just seconds to me."

"Yep, the helmet put you in a deep state."

Kent roughed his hair, his head itched and he scratched. "Wanna go for a beer at the Gardens."

"Nope, got to collate the data. Thanks for helping me out with this."

"No trouble," he said and watched her tap away at her laptop. 

Harriet Kono was attractive in a quiet unassuming way. She had a slim, pretty figure and looked great in her jeans. Kent had known her all through high school, or more accurately, know of her, but had never talked to her once. Probably because she was the total science nerd back then and he a jock. Plus, Japanese girls like Harriet were simply not on his radar. Then out of the blue, a couple of weeks ago, Harriet Kono approached him and asked if he would help with her brain helmet thing. Until that moment, he had had no idea that Harriet was attending Honolulu University. She and Harriet went to high school together back in Ohio, yet here she was. It was kind of weird. 

Anyway, he saw how pretty she was and on that one brainless fact he said yes to her request for help. He felt a little guilty for not noticing her until that moment. He noticed now ... and have been noticing ever since. Living on Oahu for the last two years had developed his appreciation for Asian women. 

"What you call that thing again?" he asked 

"CMEIS The cerebral mental enhancer and image stimulator," she said as she typed her notes.

"I call it the brain tube," he said looking at the strange helmet.

Harriet laughed. "I like that. Mind if I use it?"

It warmed him that he had made her laugh.

"All yours," he said. "Won't change your mind about that beer?"

"Sorry, I want to get to full visual mode on this thing before midterm." She opened a notebook and started writing furiously with a pencil. He took the hint and left the computer tech lab. 

Feeling out of sorts and in the mood for company, he headed toward the Gardens anyway. The Gardens was the only place on campus that served alcohol. It was a warm night and it still amazed him that it was mid November. 

Honolulu ain't nothing like Byle, Ohio, he thought with a shake of his head. He wasn't complaining and would be perfectly happy never to put on winter clothes ever again. A group of talking and laughing women, dressed for the warm weather, walked passed him. Almost all of them were Asian.

His mind returned to Harriet. He turned to look at the parting butts of the girls he had just passed. Asian girls, they were everywhere. Understandable, since this was the Hawaiian Islands. He had got here on a basketball scholarship. He had had no illusions of getting a spot on a top ranked collage team. He wasn't tall enough or fast enough. but he played well enough to keep his place on the the Honolulu team. He wasn't a starter even here, but he got plenty of court time to keep it interesting. 

At the gardens, he ordered a pint of Sam Adams dark and sat outside at a circular concrete table with a big green and white umbrella overhead. Immediately, his eyes fell on a curvy Asian woman in black jeans and a black clingy top, sitting nearby reading a book. Her Name was Meka Okuda, a graduate student in the art history department. He knew her, or more accurately, knew of her, because he had taken an art history class last semester and she was the teacher's assistant. Meka was unusually tall for an Asian female. She was Kent's height at five-ten with a Beyonce like body. Harriet was more of what he thought an Asian girl should look like, petite, cute and slim figured. There was nothing cute about Meka, though, she was all woman.

Meka looked up from her book and caught him staring. He quickly found somewhere else to look. When he looked back at her she was reading again. Maybe I should go talk to her, he thought but made no move to do so. It wasn't that he was shy about talking to girls, he simply knew that Meka Okuda was out of his league. Jocks like him and academics like Okuda usually didn't hit it off. But Harriet and I seem to have something going, he thought. Although he wasn't one hundred percent sure what that thing was. 

More students and faculty started filtering in. As the tables filled the noise level rose. People Kent knew joined him under his umbrella. Two beers later he noticed that the Okuda woman had left. Disappointed in himself for not even trying to talk to her, he left the gardens and headed for home after only two beers, no longer in the mood for company. Plus, he suffered from a universal ailment that most college students through out history suffer from, he was broke. As he walked to the dorms, his cell rang.

"This is Kent," he said.

"Kent?" asked a female voice.

"Yeah? Who is this?"

There was a long pause and just when he was about to end the call, the voice said, "This is Harriett."

"Harriett? Hey! Wasup? Change your mind about that beer?"

"Stay still," she said in a voice that sounded ... worried? Tired?

"Hey, you okay?" he asked concerned.

"Look around you, when you see the peacock tell me and I will come to you."

"What is this?" he asked bewildered.

"Look," she insisted.

Feeling stupid, he looked around but all he saw was a the patch of grass behind the math building and the empty parking lot lit by lampposts. "Who is this?" he insisted for this couldn't be Harriett, she just wasn't the practical joking type. "What the hell?" he whispered when he saw a peacock with its tail in full display step out from the shadow between the art and math buildings. "I see the fucking peacock!"

"Kent," a voice call from behind him.

He turned and his heart jumped for there stood Harriett seemingly from nowhere. She wore a white lab coat over a t-shirt and jeans, just as he had last seen her a couple of hours ago. "Can we sit?" she asked. Her expression focused, like she was concentrating hard on every word she said the way someone high on something did.

"Um, sure, where do you wanna go?" he asked.

She sat down cross legged on the road that ran pass the math and art buildings. She looked up at him and wouldn't look away. He was about to look around to see if anyone was watching, and also, he was curious where the peacock had got to. "Don't look away from me," Harriet said sounding firm and a bit desperate.

" ... Sure," he said surprised by her strange behavior. He sat on his butt cross legged facing her. "You do know that this is crazy, right?"

"You are still ... in the lab ... wearing the helmet," she said, her every word a labored effort. "Something has ... gone wrong ... stay put ... no matter what ... happens."

"Shit girl, you on drugs?" Kent asked really worried about her. He was positive she was high on something. 

"Don't look away and listen, please ... " she begged.

The headlights from a car turned onto the road they sat in the middle of. He looked at the car coming at them. "Harriett we have to—" He stopped short, Harriett was gone. "What the fuck?" he said and then he screamed when the headlights of the car grew larger barreling down on him, horn blaring.

He was still screaming when he sat up in his dorm room bed.

"Fuck!" he said a bit too loudly. He looked over to see if he had woken his roommate but the guy was still snoring lightly. Kent looked at the clock on his desk, it was 1:23. "One, two, three he whispered as he shook off the fluff of his odd little dream. "No more beer before bed," he promised himself. He stared at the textured ceiling of his dorm room for a long time before sleep finally returned. He rolled on his side and looked at the clock on the nightstand. The clock said 1:23.

One. Two, three? How can that be? he thought, unaware he had rhymed. Sleep took him down as he ponder the state of his digital clock's malfunction.

He sat up in bed with a start. Did I scream? he wondered. The slim tendrils of a dream clung to him but as he tried to recall details it all slipped away. The room was full of morning light. He saw that his roommate's bed was made, the dude had gone to breakfast. 

"Fuck," he said. Even if he hurried he would still be late for anthropology 101. He sighed. Professor Lang always gave him shit whenever he staggered in late, which was about every class lately. Lang seem to take his tardiness as a personal affront. He looked at his digital clock and it said 1:23.

"Busted piece of shit," he complained as he got up and dressed.

He stepped out into the hall of his dorm building and fell into the late morning flow of students heading to morning classes or breakfast at the Aloha cafeteria. Wonderful smells drifted to him from the cafeteria that fed the circular dorm towers surrounding it. He shook his head in regret as he imagined a heaping plate of fried rice with a side of Portuguese sausage, or linguica as the locals called the sausage. Loco moco was a new adopted favorite too, consisting of two runny eggs over a hamburger patty on a bed of steamed rice and a dash of soy sauce. His stomach grumbled, but he marched pass the cafeteria, having slept through his time for breakfast.

Anthropology wasn't his best subject, but he liked the class nonetheless. The subject was plenty interesting and years of watching the Discovery and Science channels were actually paying off. But what Kent like the most about the class was the beautiful professor Lang—even when she give him shit about his tardiness. With her distinct Asian features, she reminded him of a certain TV star but couldn't recall the actress's name. 

Professor Lang was into her lecture when Kent entered the room. And of course, she gave him the stink eye as he headed for the an open seat near the back. 

"The alpha male has decided to join us I see," Professor Lang said. Everyone giggled. She returned to the lecture the moment Kent took his seat. "As I was saying before the interruption, this particular group of baboons are a matriarchal society, in other words, the women call most the shots and all the males show up on time."

A titter of laughter filled the classroom.

"One female in particular is at the top. That is the alpha female ... " 

As quiet as he could, Kent got out his tablet to take notes. On the first page of the tablet was the email address of Lang's student assistant. He knew that he could count on the assistant to get a summery on what he might have missed. He looked at the front of the class and his eyes fell on the student assistant sitting to the left of professor Lang's desk clicking away at her laptop. He racked his brain for her name but was unable to come up with it, but he knew it was something unusual like Needa or Nalla. 

"Neffie, hand out the hierarchy chart of the baboon group please," Professor Lang said.

Neffie, that was her name, shot for Nefertiti. An unusual name for a Filipino girl he thought. Neffie got up and handed out the chart. She wore jeans and a simple top. She was had that cute yet sexy thing going. Her dark brown skin and long wavy jet black hair added a nice exotic edge for Kent. She had a slim delicate figure and he spied her cute ass as she went back to her seat next to Lang's desk.

"The lower ranking males are always at the alpha female's beck and call," Lang said drawing Kent back into the lecture. "They bring her food and groom her in hopes of getting to mate with her. Usually, the alpha female mates with the alpha male, but not exclusively. Sometimes, she will dip into the lower ranking males just for fun. Slumming we humans call it."

The class laughed.

Lang paced the front of the classroom as she continued her lecture. Kent admired her slender figure in her knee length white skirt and snug dark blue long sleeve top. Her dark brown, waist length hair was the perfect accessory for her beautiful Asian face.

Then thoughts of his weird dream with Harriet suddenly filled his head blocking out Lang's lecture. And it was more then a sudden notion. The sudden thought was more like an invasion of his brain. He blinked to try and regain some composure and then a weird squawking sound near the door made him look. The door swung open and insanely, a peacock stepped into the room. It boldly walked between the rows of desks and stopping to peck at the floor right in front of Professor Lang. Lang stopped lecturing to look at the bird. In fact, everyone in the class was staring at the bird and yet no one said a thing about it. 

"What the fuck?" Kent said. He turned to look at the doorway expecting to see the person responsible for the loose bird. Again he said, "What the fuck?" Harriett, in her lab coat and jeans stood looking at him intently just inside the open door. She walked his way and sat in the empty portable desk beside him.

"Am I dreaming?" Kent asked Harriett barely recalling something about a peacock last night.

"Almost right," Harriett said. "Like I told you before, you are still at the psych lab wearing the experimental helmet. I"m getting better at moving around inside your head but it's still not easy."

Kent stared at her slack jawed.

"None of this is real, Kent," Harriet said heavily. "And I need your help to get you mentally back to the lab. So please, stand up right now and follow. Can you do that for me?"

"None of this is real?" Kent asked.

"Yes, now don't look away and follow me back to my lab, okay."

"What about the peacock?" he asked turning his head to look at the bird.

"Don't look away!" Harriett said sharply. 

Kent frowned for the bird was gone. He looked back at Harriett and she had vanished too. Bewildered, he decided to do what Harriett had asked and got up to go to her lab. As he slowly rose to his feet, Professor Lang started back on her baboon lecture.

"The alpha Male has one card he uses that gives him some control over the alpha female ... that card is sex. The Alpha male knows that the alpha female desires his genes over all others and she will do what ever it takes to get them." Lang looked at Kent and said, "Sit down Mr. Orlando."

Kent responded to Lang's authority and sat back down quickly. This isn't real, he thought to himself. I should get up and just go. He looked at Neffie clacking at her laptop. If this is all happening in my head, he thought, do I have so control? He focused on Neffie and whispered, "Shut the laptop," Immediately she did. 

Just a coincidence, he thought, Okay, try this. "Neffie, write fuck you on the dry erase board," he whispered.

The young woman sitting across the aisle from him gave him a disapproving look. Kent frowned because the chick looked familiar. Hell, she looked like that actress from that comedy series he liked. Then it occurred to him that it was the actress to that comedy series that he liked. "Holy fuck," he whispered staring at her. She put a finger to her lips to shush him. 

His eyes returned to the front of the room as Neffie got up and wrote in green 'Fuck you!' behind Lang. Then she outlined it in red and bracketed it with silly red hearts. 

"This is not happening," Kent whispered. His eyes flickered over to the woman across the aisle and then back to Neffie as sat down. Kent looked around to see how the rest of the class was taking this but no one was reacting to the words on the board. "I'm still asleep that's gotta be it," he reasoned aloud.

"You have something to say about baboon society, Mr. Orlando" Professor Lang asked.

He looked at Lang and then at the offensive words on the dry erase board, sure that she was going to blame him somehow. With his heart pounding he projected a thought at the professor. 

Kick off your shoes. 

"Lost your to

ngue," Lang asked with a small smile as she casually sat on the end of her desk and kicked off her heels with her feet. "If you were an alpha male baboon you would have no trouble speaking your mind."

Neffie covered her mouth to suppress a laugh.

"Um ... the alpha male calls the shots you say?" he stammered just to say something. 

"Yes, he does," Lang said not looking away. "He is the only male that can mate with the alpha female at whenever he likes."

"If I were an alpha male ... you know ... a baboon?" he said shrinking a bit under professor Lang's relentless eyes. " ... and if you were a female you would ... you know ... listen to me?"

"Yes Mr. Orlando, if you were an alpha male baboon and I the alpha female that would be so," Lang said.

His eyes went to the words fuck you on the board. If I'm not dreaming I'm going to be expelled for this, he thought. His eyes went over to the young woman sitting across the aisle. She's here so none of this can be real, he thought. He cleared his throat and said, "Um, for the lesson's sake, lets say I am. And If I told say ... to take off your top you would have to right?"

"Yes I would," Lang said.

"Um ... okay, take off your top."

Lang stood away from her desk and focused her laser stare at Kent for several seconds.

Fucking idiot! he thought. This is gonna get me kicked off the basketball team! ... goodby sports scholarship ... goodby Hawaiian Islands!

Lang unbutton her top, took it off, folded it and put it neatly over the back of her chair. Kent stared open mouth at his professor standing at the front of the desk in her simple white bra, white skirt and no shoes. He looked around to see how the rest of the class was reacting. Absurdly, some were taking notes but most were looking at Lang like this was just part of the lecture.

He looked back at Professor Lang who looked back at him. Even though he was sure that this was all an illusion created by the brain tube thing, Lang's stern stare made his face flush and he dropped his eyes. They didn't drop too far though and stayed glued to Lang's perky bra covered B-cups, her dark nipples visible through the light material of her bra. 


1:23 Ch. 02



Kent Orlando hoofed it across the Honolulu University campus at a near sprint. This morning, he found out the hard way that his alarm clock was busted with the time stuck at 1:23 in the morning. His stomach growled as he ran pass the Aloha Cafeteria. A heaping plate of fried rice with a side of linguisa, or better yet, the local classic loco moco, a runny egg over a hamburger patty on a bed of white rice covered with gravy and a splash of soy sauce sounded heavenly. Kent was from Ohio, but he had adapted quickly to the local fare. Too bad, his busted clock meant no breakfast today.

His first class was anthropology with Professor Lang and she hated when he came in late. It didn't help that he had been late every time this week. Thinking of the beautiful Professor Lang warmed his blood. She reminded him of that Asian actress from Grey's Anatomy. His friend Donny back in Byle, Ohio told him in an email that the same actress played a stripper in a movie called 'Dancing at the Blue Iguana.' Kent planned on checking it out the first chance he got. 

Living in Honolulu for the last two years had given him a whole new appreciation of Asian women. Naturally, his thoughts went to Harriet Kono. Harriet was pure Japanese and she heated him up just as much as Professor Lang did. Pretty, petite Harriet fit right in with his new found fixation for Asian women. Anyway, he was helping Harriet with a science project thing that stimulated a person's pleasure centers. She had some long scientific name for the device but he called it the brain tube. 

SQAWK!

"What the fuck?" Kent barked, stopped and backed up a few steps. Standing in front of him, blocking the sidewalk was a peacock with it's tail in full display making a hell of a lot of noise. Kent didn't know much about the local fauna but he was positive that peacocks were not indigenous to the Hawaiian Islands.

"Kent," came a voice from behind him.

He turned and saw that it was Harriet Kono slim and cute in jeans. She wore a white lab coat over a brown t-shirt. She was dressed exactly the way he last saw her in her lab at the science building. She looked tired. He wondered if she had been up all night working on the brain tube.

"You see the peacock?" he asked and was about to look at the bird again when Harriet walked up to him and aggressively gripped his chin so that he couldn't look away from her.

"Forget the fucking bird!" she said totally out of character. Usually, she was shy and demure around him, but today she looked focused, determined ... even a little angry. "It's taken me near forever to get your attention so don't you look away, do you hear me?"

"Whoa, girl?" Kent said taken off guard by her crazy mood. "Did I break the brain tube yesterday?"

"Kent—" she said impatiently still holding his head still and clenching her other fist near his face like she wanted to hit him. She took a deep breath to calm herself, blinked several times and then continued speaking. "You never left my lab. You are still there with the brain tube helmet on. All of this is just a fantasy created by the pleasure center in your brain."

Kent frowned as he recalled the over the top dream from last night about having sex with the beautiful Professor Lang and his cute Filipino TA.

"I had some pretty crazy dreams last night," he said absently. 

In a rush, all the dirty things he did with Lang and her assistant Neffie filled his head. There had been another chick there too, it was some movie star that he liked. He remembered Lang, flanked by Neffie and the other chick kneeling naked before him. In his minds eye, he vividly saw himself ejaculating on their faces. 

"It seemed so real," he said.

"Kent, stop what you're thinking!' Harriet said. "It's distracting you and I need you to stay focused on me understand?"

With effort, he pushed his dirty thoughts aside and asked, "Why don't you just take the brain tube off my head and snap me out of this?"

A wave of guilt fluttered in her pretty brown eyes as she said. "Last time I did that there were dire side effects."

"So I'm not the first dude you used the brain tube on?" Kent asked feeling hurt. Dirty thoughts flooded back and he had a vivid flash of running his hands over Nefertiti Ulamat's brown little ass. He pushed the thought aside and asked, "What happened to the the other dude you used the brain tube on?"

"He's fine now," she said sounding guilty, "just a little afraid of escalators or any kind of moving walkways, but that's not the point. I've worked out the kinks in the new version. But to play it safe, I need you to follow me back to the lab so I can put you through some mind settling exercises. And then I can remove the helmet."

Kent barely listened as he imaged a bunch of girls in their underwear walking by.

"Don't look away!" Harriet barked.

But he did. He was disappointed when he saw no women on the campus mall in their underwear. All he saw were students rushing off to class. He looked back at Harriet ready to do as she said. 

"Whoa," he said for Harriet was gone.

He sat on a nearby concrete bench under a banyan tree to think. "If none of this is real," he said aloud, "no reason to rush off to class. May as well get some breakfast after all."

"Dude!" a familiar voice said. Kent wasn't surprised to see his best friend Donny Stevenson from Ohio sitting next to him on the bench. Donny had visited him yesterday too as he did things with his sexy anthropology professor. He knew that Donny wasn't really here, the guy had never stepped out of the state of Ohio let alone come to Honolulu to visit. Absurdly, Donny wore shorts and the ugliest aloha shirt ever made. 

"Hey, Donny," Kent said.

"Hey yourself you fucking loser," Donny said. "You're hooked up to that brain tube thing and you can bring any fantasy in your dirty little mind to life and the best you can come up with is eating breakfast?"

"I wanted girls in their underwear but it didn't happen," Kent said.

"Be forceful dick head," Donny said. "Hey you!" Donny called out to a passing girl with dark skin who had that beautiful mixture of Hawaiian and Asian features. The girl stopped and Donny said, "Tell her to strip down to her undies, dude."

"Ah ... strip for me," Kent said.

"Really?" the girl asked with a look of contempt. "Don't think so." She said and walked on.

"Even in your fantasies you suck with chicks," Donny said.

"I did okay with Professor Lang and her Assistant last time," Kent said irritated at being told by his obnoxious best friend that he sucked at picking up girls.

Donny sniffed. "Just barely and only after I got you rolling."

Annoyed at Donny or whatever he represented in his own head, he called out to the departing local girl. "Strip down to your underwear!"

The girl stopped, turned and walked back to the bench. She gave Kent a steady look. "Hold my backpack," she said.

Kent took the backpack. The girl pulled her blouse over her head revealing a red bra that covered a perfect pair of dark brown C-cups. She kicked off her slippers, slid her shorts to the sidewalk and kicked it aside exposing a cute bottom half in shocking white silk panties. The swell of her pubic mound drew his eyes. She had flawless dark brown skin everywhere.

"More like it, dude," Donny said approvingly.

The girl smiled, reached for her backpack, put her slippers back on and went on her way.

"She left her clothes behind," Kent said absently watching the girl's pretty ass as she walked away.

"Why don't we go find that hot Meka Okuda chick from art history class?" Donny asked with his patented dirty leer."

"Go away," Kent said to Donny.

"Denied again!" Donny yelled as he blinked out of existence.

Kent liked the idea of looking up Meka Okuda. He got up and headed in the direction of the art department. On the way, he saw the dark skin Hawaiian-Asian girl in her underwear talking to a friend. The friend had a pleasing slim figure, dressed in jeans and a nice blouse, her features hinting at an exotic Asian mix. The woman look familiar. As he walked passed them, he gave the new woman a good long look. Then he had it! He stopped and blurted out, "You're that actress from Hawaii Five-O!" 

Both women gave him a cross look and went back to their conversation totally ignoring him.

"Um ... strip down for me," he said to the Five-O chick.

Five-O rolled her eyes, but made no move to remove her clothing.

"Having trouble finding your alpha male center again?" a voice came from behind him.

He turned to see Nefertiti Ulamat, the cute, petite Filipino teacher's assistance from his anthropology class. She wore jeans and a canary yellow blouse, a bright red backpack hung from one shoulder. 

"Hey, Neffie," he said glumly.

"It's okay," Neffie said, "you're a nice guy, far better than an alpha male jerk in my book."

"I was all alpha yesterday," he said.

Neffie gave him a sad smiled and said, "There was no yesterday Kent. This is all in your head."

"Then why can't I get the Hawaii Five-O chick to listen to me?"

"Maybe making people do things against their will doesn't sit well with you," Neffie said.

"Or ..." the dark skin girl in her underwear said no longer ignoring him.

"Or what?" Kent asked.

"Maybe it's your lack of imagination," Five-O continued.

"You call this a lack of Imagination?" Kent asked looking at the very real illusion of the Honolulu campus.

"We could be anywhere," Underwear girl said. 

"Yeah," Five-O added. "We could be on a ship on the open sea, or New York City, or the Mediterranean, the moon even. Yet here we are on campus with you rushing off to class."

"And thinking of breakfast I might add," Donny said, suddenly among them in his ugly aloha shirt. Absurdly, he carried a backpack on one shoulder like everyone else on the campus mall. 

Kent gave him a withering look.

"Sorry," Donny said and winked from existence again. 

"I have a rich imagination," Kent said bristling. "I read books and see lots of movies."

"Mostly lots of Movies," Hawaii Five-O said. "You never crack a book if he doesn't have to."

"Understandable," underwear girl said. "The dude's a jock."

"Don't be mean," Neffie said coming to Kent's defense.

"This is all in his head," Five-O said, "if anyone is being mean it's him."

"We are entities that represent his conscious and sub conscious mind," Neffie said. "In a way we are all independent beings and have Kent to thank for our existence. We should be positive in our attitudes toward him."

"Ain't our fault the guy's an unimaginative jock with no clear future after college," Underwear girl said.

"He clearly has issues," Five-O said. "And this new Asian girl fetish is racist and demeaning."

"He's new to Hawaii," Neffie said, "and Asian girls fascinate him. And I'd hardly call his interest in us a fetish."

"Bet Harriet would," underwear said.

"His affection for Harriet is sweet," Neffie said.

"Yeah," Five-O said, "That's why he wants to fuck her from behind and come on her face. Real sweet."

"Really! You are being such a jerk!" Neffie barked. "Strip down to your underwear like he asked you superfluous syntax!" 

"Who you calling a syntax you cut rate Jiminy Cricket?" Five-O said. She stepped up to Neffie and looked down at her. Five-O towered several inches above the Filipino girl.

After a short staring bout, Five-O stepped back and started to unbutton her top. Apparently, Neffie was a stronger entity in his brain. Underwear girl backed away and turned to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" Neffie asked her.

"I'm just a random sexual cerebration called up by Kent," underwear said. "I have no interest in participating in this internal power struggle."

"Hang around," Neffie said sternly.

Underwear shrugged and hung around.

Kent felt uncomfortable and automatically looked around to see if others on the campus mall were watching this bizarre drama unfold. No one seem to take notice even though one of the participates wore only underwear and another was removing her clothing. 

Then he remembered ... this is just in my head ... fucking weird dude.

That last thought sounded too much like his friend Donny.

Five-O was down to her underwear. No, not underwear he realized, it was a blue and yellow bikini the actress had worn in the TV show once. He remembered the scene clearly.

"Nice," Neffie said, "You kept her slim figure and cute little A-cups."

"Never was into big fake boobs," he said. 

"You the man now," Neffie said. "They'll do whatever you want."

"Kiss," he said to the two scantly clad women. 

With no hesitation, they did his bidding. Underwear girl was several shades darker than Five-O and he enjoyed the contrast where their bodies touched.

"Undress for me," Neffie said giving him her wide bright smile. "I wanna see you naked."

"What part of me is turned on by seeing myself naked?" he asked.

"You're thinking too much," Neffie said. "This is dirty fantasy sex, no more than that."

Kent pulled his shirt over his head temporarily blocking out the scene around him. When the shirt was free of his head, he found himself in a dim space lit by shimmering blue-green light. "What the fuck?" he whispered.

"The shark room at the Cleveland Aquarium," Neffie said.

Kent frowned and then a smile followed. "I made out with Ashley Grant here," he said. 

"She was that singer with the rock and roll band," Neffie clarified. 

Kent nodded. "She even went down on me for half a minute right on that bench. Then security showed up and we ran." He looked at the large glassed in shark tank just as a menacing round eyed shark swam by.

"Ashley was half Japanese," Neffie said. "Perhaps that's when you started your fascination for Asian girls."

"Maybe," he said. "Speaking of Asian girls," he looked around, "where are the kissing hotties?"

Neffie waved for him to follow and she led him to a smaller chamber looking into a blue-green world of another fish tank. Floating, still pressed together and kissing were Five-O and underwear girl. Their long hair billowed and mingled around their heads become one dark sexy membrane.

"This is a scene right out of a movie I've seen," he said with awe.

"Underwater Vixens in Heat part three," Neffie said.

"Now who doesn't have an interesting imagination?" he said with a touch of dirty pride even thought he had stolen the imaged from a movie ... and a porno at that.

He noticed that Neffie was dressed differently, the jeans and yellow blouse she had on earlier was replaced by a form fitting dark blue full body outfit, seams and patches gave her a military look. The suit showed off her petite figure very nicely.

Neffie giggled and said, "Underwear girl would fill this suit much better than me." She did a dainty pirouette for him. 

"You have a cute butt, you look sexy," Kent said.

"This is called a skin-suit. It's an outfit you read about in a science fiction book." 

"Celestial Bodies," he recalled, "in it was a planet named Pearl that was all ocean with no land masses. People lived in domes on the seabed."

"Who says you don't read?" Neffie said approvingly.

Kent looked at the kissing women floating in their liquid world. "Can they get to the surface to breath?"

"Don't worry, not real," Neffie assured him.

"Finish undressing each other," he said to the floating women.

They ended their kiss, Underwear floated behind Five-O and freed her of her bra, exposing the girl's tiny A-cups. The panties went next revealing a pleasant triangle of hair that appeared jet black in the blue-green light of the fish tank. Then Five-O did the same for underwear girl. 

"Gonna have to think of her in another way," he said as he watched the dark shapely local girl freed of her designating underwear.

"Her name is Oleander," Neffie said, "she sits opposite you in biology lab."

"Oh yeah," Kent said, "how did you know that?"

"Silly," Neffie said nudging him. "This is your brain, you knew it that's why."

"Maybe I know the name of Five-O then." Kent looked at the beautiful, slime Asian woman and focused on finding her name. "Kala? Kailua? Kalakaua? Kahala Mall? I think it's Hawaiian."

Neffie gave him a shrug.

The women resumed kissing. 

In their watery world, their bodies were pleasing shades of silvery blue, Oleander a darker gray-silver. From the edges three naked men swam into the scene, all were darker than Oleander and fit like Olympic swimmers. All three men sported sizable erections. The men pulled the women apart. Kent watched with building pleasure as the two Asian beauties were, kissed, touched and fondled by the men.

"I wanna join in," Kent said with breathy pleasure. "Take me to the entrance of the tank."

"Okay," Neffie said and gave him a violent shove in the direction of the aquarium glass.

He scream as he struck the glass, but instead of encountering solid resistance, he burst through like he had dropped into a swimming pool, only sideways. Instinctively he made for the surface to get air and panicked when he couldn't find it. A hand grabbed his arm to hold him still, it was Neffie, she had joined him in the tank. Her dark blue science fiction skin-suit looked black underwater.

"Don't need air, just relax," she said.

Weirdly, he could hear her just fine like all the water around him didn't matter. And she was right, he could breath, so he relaxed. The water was pleasantly warm, it pressed in on him, thrilling him. 

"Let's get you Naked," Neffie said with a playful giggle. As she pulled and tugged at his shorts, he admired the way her skin-suit and her hair became one interesting dark mass. I didn't take long to get him fully naked. The warm water surrounding his erection and balls felt like firm hands sending his arousal needle way into the red ... he had never been so turned on in his life. Absently, he thought of Harriet and made a note to tell her that the brain tube certainly lived up to the promise of stimulating his pleasure center.

As if this crazy fantasy couldn't get any weirder, a peacock with its tail in full bloom, walking nonchalantly at the bottom of the tank just behind the group of naked people. 

"Harriet is coming," Neffie said. 

Kent nodded in agreement for he had figured out that the appearance of the peacock heralded Harriet's arrival. And there she was standing on the other side of the aquarium glass looking in. He swam her way. He pressed against the glass to get a better look at her and found that he could pass through it like it wasn't their. He stepped out of the tank and stood before Harriet dripping wet with water pooling at his feet.

"Oh my God you're naked!" Harriet said. Her eyes dropped lower, "and erect!" She did her best to keep her eyes on his face, but they flickered down every so many beats. "Um ... it's hell moving around in your head," she manage to say.

"Sorry," he said guiltily. Harriet was no fantasy created by his pleasure center and he felt humiliated standing before her naked and hard, yet at the same time, he was highly turned on by her presents. His erection twitched and her eyes dropped briefly. She cleared her throat and said firmly, "This time you need to come with me."

"I'm kind of busy," Kent said. "Can I finish here first?"

Her eyes flickered to the aquarium filled with people behind him. "Oh my God! What is Nefertiti Ulamat doing in that tank with all those naked people?" 

Kent was about to turn to look.

"Don't look away from me!" Harriet yelled.

"You know Neffie?" he asked staying focused on her pretty Japanese face.

"She attended my advanced programming and artificial intelligence seminar," Harriet said. Her eyes went wide as she asked, "And is that the actress from Hawaii Five-O going down on those guys?"

This time Kent did turn to look, and sure enough, the Five-O chick was working two cocks with gusto. He looked back at Harriet feeling sheepish for there was no denying that everything she saw was his own dirty desires. 




1:23 Ch. 02



"Do you know her name?" Kent asked at a lame attempt to change the subject. He turned to face Harriet again. "Is it Hawaiian or—" he stopped speaking. Harriet was gone. 

"I'll go with you next time," he promised. But for now ..."

He wasted no time stepping back into his watery fantasy. He swam toward Five-O and floated down low to watch her work the two cocks. Neffie, the only one in the pool clothed, joined him.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew Harriet?" he asked Neffie.

She gave him a perplexed look. "Dude ... this is your head. If you didn't know how could I?"

"Whatever," Kent said mindlessly, totally preoccupy with Five-O's performance to question logic. Watching the beautiful woman suck underwater cock was beyond exciting. 

"You don't have to just watch," Neffie said nudging him so that he floated closer in to the action. 

He reached out and ran his right hand over Five-O's small breasts. Then Boldly, he presented his erection to her to get some some too. She didn't disappoint. As the TV star worked his length and balls with mouth and hands, the neglected random male swimmers drifted toward the Hawaiian-Asian girl, Oleander, formerly known as underwear girl. 

Because of the brain tube helmet he wore in the real world, he discovered that he could easily recall moments with Oleander from biology lab. In vivid living detail, he called up bits of conversations, the occasional bright smile. She had a pretty face that tipped the scales into beautiful when she smiled or laughed. Overlaid with his memories was the sight of her efficiently working the three cocks. 

Five-O because stopped working his cock and drifted away a couple of feet leaning back with her legs slightly spread. Interpreting her actions as an invitation, Kent swam toward her and hovered above her. He floated down slowly, righted a bit, gripped his hardon and guided it into her. The water around him seem to heat up. The area around his cock deep inside Five-O was warmer ... almost hot. 

As he thrust his hips. Oleander and Neffie drifted to his sides. Oleander kissed his neck and face, Neffie stroked and kneaded his balls. Both women took turns pinching and biting his nipples. Together, they squeezed and fondled his ass. An occasional finger would invade his asshole, feeling warm, tight and indescribably exciting. 

Five-O's hair formed a delicate, throbbing, dark halo round her head as her body bucked from his thrusts. The three men floated back into the scene. Multiple hands stroked her small tits and each man took turns feeding her cock. Kent picked up the pace driving in and out of the woman with rough hard force. He wondered absently if he could work up such a pace in a real water environment. Needing to breath would had certainly slowed things down. 

The cock in Five-O's mouth pulled away and expelled a long milky string that brushed her left cheek bone and jetted into her billowing hair. Two more stringy ropes followed spotting the water around her face with irregular broken strings. Another cock pressed in ejaculating a large white cloud at her slim chest. The cloud drifted up followed the underside of her delicate jaw. The third cock pushed in pressing against her tight closed lips. She parted her mouth slightly just as a huge electric blue-white rope slashed across her mouth filling her parted lips. She expelled the stuff in her mouth forming a puffy cloud around her lips and chin. Three more ropes of white zigzagged before her beautiful Asian face adding to the galaxy of irregular blobs and strings.

Hot with mindless desire, Kent slid in and out of her, his mind and body racing toward the inevitable finish. All the while, naked Oleander, and Neffie in her skin tight outfit, pressed against him, exploring every intimate inch of him with their hands.

"I'm coming!" he barked.

Five-O dropped away from him and quickly repositioned herself so that she floated before his twitching eager cock. She looked up at him with her beautiful Asian eyes, bits of stringy jizz clinging to her cheeks, lips and chin, a lot more sticking in her dark hair. Neffie small hands gripped his shaft, Oleander cupped his balls, their touch was like wet warm mouths. 

Five-O smiled up at him. 

He grunted and sprayed a huge rope of white that struck her high on her nose. The blast of jizz split, spiraled over her eyebrows and stuck to her forehead. Three more minor spasms jetted out stopping short, floating in liquid space before Five-O's beautiful face. 

Neffie released his cock, and swam up to face him, her movement stirred up the cloud of ejaculate around Five-O's head and a finger length string of white drifted before her pretty Filipino face. She eyed it, extended her tongue, caught it and pulled it into her mouth. She gave him a dazzling smile and then covered his mouth with her mouth. He closed his eyes allowing himself to spiral down into the warm, wonderful kiss.

When he opened his eyes again, he was looking at the digital clock in his dorm room sideways. The time was 1:23. He sat up in his dorm bed and smiled. He was so looking forward to starting another day. 



1:23 Ch. 03



Hello reader. Parts one and two of this story were published here at Literotica under the category of mind control. That category never quite fit the story so I thought I'd try it here in science fiction and fantasy. Following is a brief write up to get you caught up.

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In part one Kent Orlando, a young man from Ohio, attending Honolulu University, participates in a lab experiment. He does it to appease Harriet Kono, a pretty science geek he has a crush on. All is fine as Harriet runs tests with Kent wearing what she calls the cerebral mental enhancer and image stimulator helmet. Kent calls it the brain tube for short. When the tests are all done, Kent heads to the dorms feeling dejected because Harriet shows no interest in him out side of her experiment. Eventually, he goes to bed and wakes the next morning to his all too boring college routine. The only change is his digital clock strangely stuck on 1:23 in the morning. Because of the broken clock, Kent shows up late for his morning anthropology class. To Kent's amazement, his morning class turns into a hardcore sex orgy centered around the cute Filipino TA named Nefertiti and the instructor who looks a lot like actress Sandra Oh from the TV show Grey's Anatomy. A distraught Harriet Kono appears to Kent accompanied by, of all things, a peacock. Harriet informs him that he is still in her lab wearing the brain tube helmet and something has gone seriously wrong. Harriet tries to persuade Kent to follow her to a neutral local so that she can figure out how to get the brain tube off his head safely. But Kent ignores her for he is having WAY too much fun.

In part two, Kent hooks up with Nefertiti, the cute Filipino TA once more. She guides him through a new sexual adventure involving a hot Chinese-Hawiian girl named Oleander and the actress Grace Park from the Hawaii Five-O TV series. The unlikely orgy takes place underwater in an aquarium tank. With help from her peacock companion, Harriet tracks Kent down and tries desperately to convince him that he is in serious trouble. She tells him that it is unsafe for her to remove the helmet from his head while he is engaged in a fantasy. She had done just that to the previous test subject and bad things had happened. To Harriet's dismay, Kent doesn't cooperate and chooses to sink deeper into the fantasy world of the brain tube. All Harriet can do is send her peacock avatar to find Kent in the confusing world created by her invention. 

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Kent Orlando sat up abruptly in his Honolulu University dorm room bed. He automatically looked at the digital clock on his nightstand, the time was 1:23. The busted clock meant that he was still in the fantasy world of the brain tube helmet and the game was still on. 

"More sleazy fun lay ahead," he said to himself, "Now all I have to do is avoid Harriet Kono."

As he swung his legs to the floor, he heard a muffled thump coming from his closet. Puzzled, he walked to the closet door and cautiously slid it open. He jumped back with a start when a peacock staggered out into the room. The thing looked seriously rumpled and it gave Kent a hostile glare.

"SQUAAAAK!" the bird said loud and obnoxious. 

Kent hurriedly threw on denim shorts, running shoes and a t-shirt. Past experience has told him that arrival of the peacock meant that Harriet wasn't far behind. As he sat on his bed lacing his shoes, it occur to him that getting dressed was kind of pointless. In this fantasy world created by Harriet's brain tube going out in his pajamas or even buck naked wouldn't matter one lick. He finished tying his shoes anyway. He stood, pushed the scruffy bird aside and headed toward the door. But it was too late, the door flew open and Harriet Kono stood in the hall blocking his retreat. She was dressed exactly as he had seen her three days ago in a Grateful Dead t-shirt, jeans and her signature white lab coat. For the first time he wondered about TIME. How long have I under the influence of the brain tube? To him it felt like three days.

"Kent!" Harriet yelled, drawing him back to the moment. Her cute Japanese face tight with an angry frown. "Game over! Come with me now!"

Kent's shoulders slumped. "Guess this moment had to come," he said sounding defeated.

"Thank you!" Harriet said as her expression relaxed and a look of relief took hold. "Running around in your head hasn't been easy for some reason. I Think I gotta adjust something. Anyway, if I had allowed you to avoid me too much longer there would have been serious—"

Kent made a mad dash for the door but it slammed shut before he reached it. He frantically grabbed the knob but it wouldn't turn. He stared at the door and willed it to open but nothing happened.

"No more messing around, Kent!" Harriet shouted, angry again. "You are coming with me!" The peacock squawked in agreement.

"I can take you!" Kent said facing Harriet ready to fight. He was more than a foot taller than her and a hundred pounds heavier.

"This isn't the real world Kent," She said menacingly. To prove her point, she grabbed his roommate's heavy wooden bed and one handed, with no apparent effort, slammed it against the wall splintering the bed to pieces. 

"Two can play that game," Kent said as he grabbed his bed to do the same, but the bed wouldn't budge. 

"Oh shit," he said as he backed away from Harriet the sudden She-Hulk. His eyes flashed to the window. "See you later," he said and threw himself at the window, easily smashing through the louver glass and thin screen. The move had clearly taken Harriet by surprise and he let out a maniacal laugh of triumph. But his victory was short lived as he dropped the nine floors to the bottom. His fall lasted just long enough for him to form a sickening thought. 

What if I'm seriously deranged and in the real world I've just thrown myself out the window?

He didn't even have time to scream as he hit the ground. Everything went red. 

My blood he though, I'm seeing my blood all over the ground... No pain though ... maybe that comes later ... or I'm seconds from death and I won't feel a thing ... that would be nice.

Then he found himself falling again but in the opposite direction going up. He leveled out and dropped once more and this time he did scream as he fell back into red death ... and then he was going up again. 

"What the fuck?" he yelled and frantically looked around and saw that he was in one of those kiddy inflated bouncy castles with a red rubber-vinyl interior. 

He let out hysterical laughter as his bouncing subsided. He scrambled around and found the exit flap and slid out to the ground.

"KENT!" screamed Harriet from nine stories up. Kent looked up and saw her looking out of the broken window down at him, the peacock poked its head out too. The bird let out a huge squawk that echoed in the quadrangle shared by the four dorm towers. Kent looked back at the bouncy castle and saw that it wasn't a castle at all, it was a giant clown's head and he had crawled out of the thing's smiling mouth. For some reason he found that disconcerting. 

"Creepy," he said. 

He looked back up at Harriet, waved and then headed toward campus. He didn't know why, but Harriet had a rough go at moving around in his fantasy world and it would be some time before she caught up to him again. 

He took in his surroundings as he fast walked toward campus. For some bizarre reason, a carnival circus was set up and spread out from the dorms to campus. He vaguely remembered that in the real world, the student union had done some kind of charity carnival thing recently. Perhaps Harriet's brain tube helmet had used the memory to create his spectacular escape. He vaguely wondered what would have happen if he had died in the fall. Probably wake up in Harriet's lab and game over. He was glad for the creepy clown head for he was having too much fun to end this just yet. 

"Now where too?" he wondered aloud.

"Art department dude," his friend Donny said falling in step beside him.

He knew that this wasn't the real Donny and just another mental fragment from his imagination brought forth by the brain tube. The real Donny was back in Ohio avoiding work ... and probably stoned.

"Let's go check out that Meka Okuda chick from art history 101," the fantasy Donny said. He wore a bright orange aloha shirt and black surfer jams. Over his shoulder he carried a backpack like any other student on the Honolulu campus. "Man, that Meka is the tallest and shapeliest Japanese chick I've ever seen. She's gotta be over five ten!" Donny said with a dirty leer.

"Good idea," Kent said as dirty thoughts of tall, beautiful Meka Okuda filled his head now. "Go away Donny." Kent didn't feel bad for being rude. The real Donny was annoying enough, this fake Donny created from his memory was fucking unbearable.

"Aw dude!" Donny complained, but obeyed and veered off toward the astronomy building. Before he disappeared out of sight, Donny shouted, "I'll be baawwk!" in a bad Terminator German accent.

The circus stuff was everywhere. He passed a marry-go-round, a mechanical duck shooting gallery, a ring toss game, one of those test your strength hammer things with a bell at the top, a fortuneteller's tent, even an elephant with a chimpanzee riding on its back. Everywhere, circus acrobats seem to be jumping and tossing each other about. A couple of clowns meandered by, one juggling several bowling pins and the other breathing fire. There was something unsavory about the clowns so he gave them a wide berth.

His stomach rumbled. Fantasy world or not, it was morning and he craved his usual big breakfast of fried rice, two runny eggs and Portuguese sausage. Kent was from Ohio but he had adapted quickly to the local fatty and salty cuisine. As he debated heading back toward the dorms to the Aloha cafeteria, someone new fell in step with him again. He was pleased to see that it was Nefertiti Ulamat his cute Filipino TA from Anthropology 202. 

"Neffie!" he said using the nickname the real Nefertiti had insisted he call her.

The girl stood just shy of five feet, with medium brown skin, long dark hair and almond shaped eyes that seemed slightly bigger than a normal person's. She had an attractive slim figure with tiny, perky breasts.

"I'll buy you lunch," she said giving him a dazzling bright smile. 

By now he was used to people in his fantasy world knowing what exactly was on his mind. "Cool," he said. "I'm curious ... if this is all just an illusion created by Harriet's brain tube, why bother being hungry?"

"Probably because you're real body is hungry," Neffie guessed. She led him to a carnival food booth. A dreary looking clown handed them pizza slices and bottles of beer. Neffie barely looked at the clown as she accepted her food. Kent didn't blame her, the clown was fucking creepy. 

As they walked away from the food booth Kent muttered, "What's with all the weird clowns?"

"I have no idea," Neffie said looking back at the creepy clown. "This is your head, not mine."

Kent took a bite of his pizza slice. "Oh my God!" he said with his literoticamouth full. "This is the best pizza I have ever tasted!"

Neffie took a bite too. She nodded, swallowed and then said, "The neuro-helmet, or brain tube as you like to call it, found your memory of the best pizza experience and brought it forth."

"Wait, wait! I know where this is from. House of Pizza, San Jose California," he said excited. "The basketball team was on the road playing San Jose. San Jose wiped the court with us, one hundred five to fifty seven. It was embarrassing. But the pizza after the game was awesome. It came with a side of minced jalapeno."

Neffie handed him a little round plastic container like the ones you get at McDonald's for ketchup. Of course it was filled with minced jalapeno peppers. Kent laughed as he applied a couple of pinches to his slice.  

He looked at his bottle of beer. There was no label, the glass dark, almost black. He took a sip. It was cold ... and perfect. He rolled his eyes up and smacked his lips. "Happy hour at the Duck Creek in Akron! I was with Ashley Grant and her friend Joy, Ashley's cousin Ethan was there too. It was a pitcher of half New Castle and half Guinness." 

Neffie giggled and led him to a bench on the campus mall to eat their meal. As they ate, they watched circus acrobats practicing stunts on the grass in front the biology lecture hall. He looked at Neffie who seem to be enjoying her pizza and beer just as much as he was. Wondering, he asked, "What exactly are you Neffie?" 

"A creation from your sexual psyche," she said casually.

He cringed. She seemed so nice and sweet. He found it hard to believe that his perverted side had come up with her.

"Since I'm a recurring theme in your fantasies, I'm more like Huxtable," she said around a big bite of pizza.

"Huxtable?"

"You know? The peacock?"

"Didn't know he had a name," he said. "And what is Huxtable suppose to be?"

"He is Harriet's avatar created by the brain tube. He's the one that tracks you down. That is why you see him first before Harriet."

"You're my avatar?" he asked surprised. "Shouldn't you be an animals like Huxtable the peacock?"

"You are more sexually..." she put a finger to her chin and rolled her eyes up to think, she looked absolutely adorable. But it was clear to him that she was trying to find the right words to put a nicer spin on his perverted longings.

"Just tell me why you and not some animal or even my favorite porn star Mandy Almond?"

She smiled. "The brain tube picked me because recently, you have had hundreds of sexual fantasies of me in gangbang situations surrounded by—"

"Okay! Got it!" he said stopping her short. He cringed at the sleazy memory of the bukakke gangbang thing with Neffie and celebrity Sandra Oh. "Sorry for my depraved imagination," he said sheepishly.

She smiled. "No worries. Remember, I'm not the real thing. Besides, if not for you, I wouldn't exist."

"But you don't exist?" he said a little confused.

She took a swallow of beer. "This is really good beer," she said. "I was created by you for the brain tube and for as long as this fantasy is running I live." she gave him one of her big white smiles.

Curious as to something Harriet had said in passing, Kent asked, "Who was the person Harriet used the first brain tube on?" 

"Alice Mihara, a close friend of hers," Neffie said. 

Her faced clouded with sadness and something else... was it fear? "What happened?" he asked

"Things got a out of control," Neffie said close to a whisper. She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Can we talk about something else?"

This Alice thing worried him, relentlessly he asked, "Did Alice die?"

"Goodness no!" Neffie said wide eyed. "The real Alice had some headaches for a few days but no more than that. Although Alice and Harriet aren't friends anymore I hear."

Kent frowned. "What you mean by the REAL Alice?"

"The Alice that wore the helmet," Neffie said with a shrug.

"Is there another Alice?" Kent asked confused.

"Yes, she lives in a different part of the helmet. She has her own personal fold." Kent was about to ask her to explain further, but Neffie cut him off. 

"The game is afoot," she said bobbed her head in the direction of a bench across from them.

Kent looked and saw a woman in snug black slacks and a white top, seated with her legs cross reading a book. He turn to Neffie to ask her what was up, but the girl was gone leaving behind the uneaten crust of her pizza on a paper napkin and an empty beer bottle. Not sure what to do, Kent picked up her leavings and along with his, walked it all to a trashcan near the seated woman. A sign on the trashcan said MAHALO. Kent chuckled at the word. For a while he thought that mahalo meant trashcan. Then later, he saw the same word on a shopping cart, confused, he asked a local what the word meant. He was told that It was 'thank you' in Hawaiian. 

He eyed up the woman sitting on the bench reading her book. She was Asian, maybe in her early forties and quite stunning. His eyes grew wide when it clicked who she was. 

"You're Lucy Liu!" he just about yelled.

She looked at him with her amazing dark eyes. Her striking freckled face crinkled with a frown. "My name is Joan Watson," she said curtly.

"Oh right," he said excited. "Like in Sherlock Holmes on TV!"

Her eyes flashed passed him to the campus lawn. Without looking at him, she said, "Either move along or sit down. Decide now before you blow my cover."

He sat down next to Lucy Liu AKA Joan Watson. He followed Joan's gaze out to the lawn and saw a group of circus acrobats, all female, in snug body suits doing acrobatic stuff. He looked back at Joan in profile, she was so beautiful. In his firmest macho voice, he said, "Get naked for me."

She looked at him crossly and said, "Are you off your nut?"

"Goddammit!" he said rolling his eyes toward the heavens. "Why do all my fantasies have to be so complicated in the beginning?" He was addressing what he hoped was the brain tube. "If I was paying for this I'd be asking for my money back you know!"

"Are you on drugs?" Joan asked.

"I'm—" 

"Quiet! They're on the move!" She put her book in her purse and stood. "Come or stay. Up to you." She walked in the direction of the departing acrobats.

His eyes fell on her righteous ass in her snug black slacks. "I'm coming," he said and hoofed after her.

"Where are we going?" he asked falling in with her quick strides.

"Sherlock told me that these circus acrobats are somehow linked to international art thieves."

"Right ... Sherlock. What's he like?"

"A pain most the time but never boring."

The group of acrobats stopped suddenly. Joan grabbed Kent's sleeve and pulled him in for an unexpected kiss. This is interesting, he thought as he melted against her. The kiss was intense and perfect. Joan kissed a lot like Ashley his old girlfriend from Ohio. Harriet is going to make a BILLION buck with this brain tube! he thought as the kiss gained traction.

Joan pushed him away abruptly and said, "They're not looking."

The acrobats were on the move again. After a cautious delay, Joan resumed the pursuit.

A bit dazed, Kent fell in beside her. After THAT kiss, there was no way he was letting her slip away.

"What are they again?" he asked eying the group they were following. All five appeared to be female, slim and petite like gymnasts, all were dressed in snug outfits, three in silver, two in red. 

"Their circus act is a front for smuggling stolen art to North America from Europe and Asia," Joan said, watching ahead intently. The acrobats were approaching the edge of campus and University Avenue.

"Do I have any control of this situation?" he asked. He was nearly jogging to keep up with her fast walking.

"Why would you?" she asked perplexed.

"Well, this is MY fantasy and I feel that I should have—"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Joan said sounding impatient. 

He rolled his eyes for he wanted to get to the sexy stuff. As he was about to call on Neffie for some help, Joan said, "Damn! They're loading into a vehicle."

Kent watched the acrobats pile into a plain white panel van and it quickly pulled into the flow traffic before the sliding door was closed.

"Taxi!" Joan called out with her arm in the air.

"Good luck with that," Kent scoffed. "This ain't New York. Taxi's don't troll for fairs in Honolulu."

To prove him totally wrong, a yellow checkered cab pulled up to the curb. Joan opened the door and got in. "You coming?" she asked with impatience from inside the cab.

Kent got in beside her.

"Where to lady?" the cabbie asked.

To Kent's astonishment, the cabbie was his best friend Donny.

"Told you I'd be baaaack," Donny said with a big stupid grin. 




1:23 Ch. 03



"Follow that white van," Joan said.

"Cool, just like on TV," Donny said as he put the cab into drive and squealed away from the curb into University Avenue traffic. Just like the real Donny, a vague background scent of marijuana emanated from him. "Hey Kent. I like your new friend. Hello Miss Liu."

"Apparently I look a lot like this Liu person," Joan said. "I am Dr. Joan Watson, a consultant for the NYPD. My partner is Sherlock Holmes, maybe you've heard of him?"

"Oh, Yeah! Elementary my dear Watson," Donny said in a bad English accent. The cab swerved violently to avoid slamming into the back of a red SUV. 

"Careful!" Joan yelled. "Please pay attention to the road!"

"Aaayyyy! No need to bite my head off, " Donny said sounding like Arthur Fonzarelli. His Fonzie was no better then his Holmes or Schwarzenegger. Donny accelerated and recklessly switched lanes to stay behind the van that was moving at a good clip several cars ahead. 

"Joan rolled her eyes and said, "After that move, they KNOW they're being followed."

"All you said was follow, babe" Donny complained. "No body said anything about keeping back."

"Don't call me babe," Joan said. "May as well pull along side so I can get a look at the driver."

Donny switched lanes, accelerated, and the cab drew steady with the van. A young Asian woman with a pretty face turned to look at them from behind the wheel of the van.

"She looks familiar," Donny said.

Kent agreed ... he was sure he's seen her in a movie or possibly a TV show.

The Van dramatically veered off onto a side street in the direction of Kaimuki. The van did the turn on just two wheels. For a second, Kent thought that the van was going to crash on its side. But it righted, swerved a little and continued on. 

"That chick's one hell of a driver!" Donny yelled. Donny cut across several lanes of busy traffic to stay behind the quickly receding van.

"Mother fucker!" Ken yelled and had to brace himself to keep from slamming his head. Horns blared all around them.

Joan looked concerned but kept calm and quiet.

Some distance ahead, the van slammed to a stop in front of a dull looking highrise. The acrobats spilled out and rushed into the building, the van peeled off and zoomed away.

"Keep following the van?" Donny asked.

"No," Joan said.

Donny slammed on the breaks and the cab squealed to a stop in front of the building. Both Kent and Joan bucked forward and hit the back of the front seat.

"Donny you asshole!" Kent yelled as he and Joan gathered themselves. Kent looked at Joan. "Now what?" he asked.

"I go in," Joan said. "You coming?" She didn't wait for his answer and got out of the cab.

Kent of course followed. Nothing sexy was happening but he had to admit, he was starting to enjoy the intrigue a little.

"Joan baby," Donny said, leaning out the cab window. "If you kiss me I'll forgive the fare."

Joan pealed money from her wallet and threw it on Donny's lap.

"Denied!" Donny said.

Joan dropped another twenty on his lap and said, "Wait here for ten minutes. If we don't come out you can go."

"For you, I'll wait forever," Danny said. 

She rolled her eyes and fast walked to the building.

"Loved you in Charlie's Angels," Donny called after her.

"He is CLEARLY on drugs," Joan said.

Kent shook his head. Just like the real Donny, the fake one was such an idiot. Kent ran to catch up with Joan. 

The building had one of those old fashion revolving doors and it was still slowly spinning from the acrobats' entry. Together, Joan and Kent slipped into the spinning door and stepped into a quiet, opened space tastefully tiled in burgundy and black. A burly man in a black security guard uniform sat at a computer monitor next to one of those metal detector you see at airports and courthouses. Like every guy with a job like his, he looked totally bored.

Joan headed for the guard station with Kent at her heals.

"A visiting female must be accompanied by two males," the burly guy said sounding as bored as he looked.

"Why is that?" Joan asked perplexed.

"Rules," the guard said but no more.

Joan looked at Kent and said, "Go get that idiot cab driver." 

"Let's not and find someone else," Kent pleaded. " Hey! Why don't we call Sherlock?" 

"He's on the east coast," Joan said looking at him like he was a fool. 

Shaking his head, Kent went out and came back with a smiling Donny in tow. Donny wore baggie white shorts and a black t-shirt that said JUST DID IT on the front. Donny was about to say something but Joan cut him off.

"Please be quiet." Donny looked hurt as Joan gave him a hard look and then mimed zipping her lips shut.

"Empty your pockets," the guard said pushing plastic trays in front of each of them. 

Joan, Donny and Kent complied.

"Lady has to remove her bottom," the guard said as he pushed the trays into an x-ray machine. He sounded bored even though he had just said something totally outrageous. 

Finally! Kent thought for he was getting a bit antsy for something dirty to happen. 

"Excuse me?" Joan asked.

"Ladies must go bottomless. Rules," the guy said.

Donny was about to say something but Joan help up a finger to quiet him.

"I'm not running around in my underwear," Joan said adamantly.

"You won't," the guard said, "you have to be TOTALLY bottomless." 

"And if I don't comply?" Joan asked looking both shocked and angry.

"Then you are free to leave," the guard said with a NO SKIN OFF MY NOSE' tone.

Joan gave the Guard a searing look. Clearly she wasn't about to drop her pants. Kent was very disappointed but kept it to himself. Donny just looked on trying not to smirk. Kent's eyes widened when Joan kicked off her shoes and undid her belt. 

"Awesome," Donny said, which earned him a killing look from Joan.

Joan dropped her black slacks, slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She wore silky cream colored panties. Her smooth slim legs were the perfect compliment to a curvy perfect ass. The woman had an hourglass figure that was totally kicking.

"Panties too," the guard said.

"Sherlock will appreciate your dedication," Donny said.

"Quiet!" Joan said as she slid her panties to the floor, naturally, she bent to pick them up. Her backside was to Donny and he silently mouthed OH MY God. Joan straitened up and Kent's eyes took in the lovely dark triangle of hair between to pale thighs. She handed the garments to the guard and slipped her shoes back on bending a little to do it this time with her back to Kent. WOW he mouthed silently just as Donny had. The guard was totally blasé as he draped Joan's pants on a wooden hanger and then daintily clip the undies to the pants with a white plastic clip. He hung her things with other assorted garments on a clothes rack nearby.

Joan stepped through the metal detector. Kent and Donny bumped shoulders as they jockeyed to be the one behind her. They silently arm fought for a few seconds, then quickly stopped when Joan looked back at them. Donny took advantage and stepped through the detector ahead of Kent.  

You'll get your phones, wallets, pocketbook and the lady's clothing back when you leave," the guard droned as he handed out claim tickets. Joan looked at hers blankly. 

"Hold that for you?" Donny asked Joan. She gave him a cold look. "I mean ... only cause you ain't got no pockets right?" he blundered on.

Joan handed her claim check to Kent and he put it in his pocket without comment.



"How do I get YOUR job, dude?" Donny asked the guard.

"Apply at human resources," the guard said bored as ever. "All the main offices are down the hall through the big doors. The front office manager will meet you at the entrance. Enjoy your visit to Mirror Corporation."

Joan headed down the hall. Kent and Donny followed with their eyes locked on her lovely naked bottom. 

"Eyes up," Joan said without having to look back.

The guys obeyed ... but only for a second.

At the end of the hall, they entered through a set of big doors that opened into a busy office space. A pretty brunette with a stack of folders in her arms strolled by. She wore a nice silk top and absolutely nothing below except her heels. Kent's eyes focused on the dark brown patch between her legs. He looked around and saw that every female wore no pants or skirt. Aside from that, the place seemed a normal busy office.

"All the chicks are bare assed dude," Donny said stating the obvious. "What part of your brain is into this? Not that I'm complaining."

"No Idea," Kent said as he eyed up a dark skin woman strolling by. She looked Indian. In fact she looked just like a girl in his American History class, Ishani was her name. She smiled at him as she walked by. He smiled back then his eyes dropped down to her jet black curly pubes. He continued eying her down low getting a long look at her dark naked ass as she walked by.

"Ain't that the Ishani chick from history class?" Donny asked eying her ass too. "Whoa dude! That babe coming our way ... ain't that the chick from the Avengers movies?"

Kent looked up. And low and behold, that's who it was. Kent tried to recall the Actress' name but couldn't come up with it, the character she played in the Avengers movie was easier to recall, though, Black Widow. She wore a dark green clinging top that complimented her coppery red hair. Like every other female in sight, she was totally naked down below. The V between her creamy thighs match her red hair up top. 

"Dude! Never knew you had a bottomless public nude thing."

"Neither did I," Kent said, pleased but confused.

"Quiet both of you," Joan said. "She must be the office manager the guard told us about. Let me do the talking,"

Black Widow stopped in front of them and addressed Joan.

"May I help you Miss Watson?"

"Good, you know who I am," Joan said, "so you must know that I work with Sherlock Holmes. I'm looking for circus acrobats that had entered the building just minutes ago.

"May I ask why?" Widow asked sounding unimpressed that Joan worked for Holmes.

"They may be involved in a series of crimes," Joan said.

"That seems unlikely," Widow said.

The woman went back and forth for about a minute, which gave Kent and Donny time enough to discreetly step around to check out Black Widow's excellent, curvy ass ... and it was totally excellent.

"Like your dirty mind," Donny whispered.

"Either you let me question the acrobats or—" Joan started to say but was cut off by Widow.

"Or what?" Miss Watson? You are a long way from New York and we are not some fly by night accounting firm that you can easily bully." Widow sounded calm but her hackles were clearly up.

"OR," Joan continued, "I call in Five-O who has agreed to back Sherlock one hundred percent on this matter. They shut you down and I question EVERYONE until I get to whom I want. And that I assure you will take a VERY long time." 

Kent marveled at the conversing women. It was like a scene right off the TV screen ... accept for the outrageous fact that both were naked from the waist down. The women were exactly the same height just a couple of inches or so over five feet he guessed. Kent wondered if the women's height were true or was this was how he imagined them? If that were so, he would have had Widow MUCH taller. And as interesting as this all was, Kent still puzzled over the bottomless stuff. He was aware of sites on line depicting bottomless women in public and private, but he hardly ever visited them.

"You're more into the cum facial stuff," Donny said clearly following Kent's thoughts. "Maybe deep down you're an ass man."  

"ALL guys are ass men," Kent said. He looked around to check out more naked bottoms. His eyes zeroed in on a woman with long, straight, light brown hair and a pale slim butt that was easy to look at. She wore a tight clinging blue tang top with red trim, she stood at about five and a half feet tall. The woman looked over her shoulder briefly and he saw that it was the driver of the white van the had followed here. She saw Kent looking, gave him the stink eye and ducked around a corner.

"Please wait here as I consult with my superiors," Black Widow said to Joan. She turned crisply and walked away.

"Sweet," Donny said, his eyes glued to Widow's departing ass. So were Kent's. Their eyes flickered back to Joan and both pairs quickly dropped to her dark patch of hair.

"Eyes up!" Joan said.

"I saw the woman who was driving the van," Kent told her, just barely looking into her face.

"Where?" Joan asked.

Kent walked her and Donny to where the woman had slipped away. They looked down a long line of cubicles that ended in a door. The driver of the van stood at the end and the moment she saw Joan and company, she quickly slipped through the door.

"It's that hot Japanese super model chick from Rosecranz and Guildenstern are Undead!" Donny said. "Um ... what else?"

"2 Fast 2 Furious?" Kent said.

"Yeah! And Sin City!" Donny added excited.

"I can't come up with her name though," Kent said.

"It's there some where," Donny said. his eyes rolled up in thought then he said, "Found it! Devon Aoki! Dude, you sure like Asian chicks lately."

Joan headed down the row of cubicles to the door at the end.

"Um ... we were told to wait here by Black Widow?" Kent said.

"Dude, really?" Donny said, shaking his head. "You pick NOW to start obeying the rules?"

"But she's an Avenger?" Kent mumbled like he was making sense. He fell in behind Joan and Donny. The three quickly blew through the door at the other end.

"Whoa!" Donny said. "What part of your mind is finding THIS hot and sexy?"

They were in huge enclosed space with a high ceiling. The ground was dirt and pitched in the middle of the space was a a tiny circus tent no bigger than a Mini Cooper. All around them, huge Macy parade size balloon clown heads floated high in the vast ceiling.

"Those are fuckin' Steven King creepy, dude," Donny said.

"I don't know what this is all about," Kent said. "I've never thought of clowns one way or another. If the helmet wanted to freak me out, giant spiders and zombies would be better choices."

"Shut up!" Donny said, punching Kent's arm hard the way the real Donny would have. 

"No make!" Kent said using a local pidgin expression he had picked up.

"Then stop giving the helmet ideas!" Donny said. He punched Kent again.

"Stop acting foolish," Joan said sounding exasperated as she headed to the tent, the guys hesitated for a second then fell in behind her. Joan sighed for she knew that they had held back so that they could spy her naked bottom. As they approached the little tent. Kent looked up eying the ugly, evil looking floating clown heads ... they all seemed to be looking down at him with hungry expressions. Donny's comment was apt ... they were totally Stephen King creepy.  

Joan pushed aside the tent flap and the three stepped inside.

"Not what I expected," Kent said astonished.

Like in a stupid TV cartoon, the interior of the tent didn't fit the exterior at all. They had entered into a long dimly lit corridor with high rough stonewalls. The floor was dirt and they could just make out a door and person at the far end. They headed to the far door.

"Is there anyway I can get you two from looking at my butt?" Joan asked several steps ahead of the guys. 

"If you killed us maybe," Donny said.

"Idiots," Joan mumbled.

"Stop pissing her off," Kent whispered and punched Donny on the arm. 

"No make!" Donny said.

Dirt crunched under foot with every step. As they drew closer to the far door, Kent saw that they were approaching another guard station. This guard was Shaquille O'Neal size putting the him a foot or more taller than Kent's five eleven. The guard wore the same dark security uniform as the guard at the entrance of the building. The one difference was the freaky rubber, Halloween clown mask he wore.

In a low voice, clown mask guard asked, "Are you cleared to be down here?"

"I bet they're not," came a female voice." The van driver, stepped out from behind the dude. She was so much smaller and slimmer then the guard that she had been totally hidden. She wore a purplish blue tang top thing with a hot pink trim. Probably something she had worn in one of her movies Kent figured.  

"Dude it's really Devon Aoki ... the chick is hot," Donny said. "And she's bottomless! Totally cool!"

Kent eyed the black patch between the woman's slim legs. Then his eyes shifted up quickly when clown mask guard gave him a look of death.

"Her name is Suki, ass wipe," clown mask guard said in his deep baritone taking a menacing step toward Donny and Kent.

"Back off Boris," Devon AKA Suki from the movie 2 Fast 2 Furious said.

Boris grunted but backed off like she asked.  

"You were in the company of acrobats that arrived here in a white van," Joan said to Suki.

Maybe," Suki said.

"I saw you," Joan said. "you were behind the wheel.

"That's what I do for Mirror Corporation," Suki said. "I drive ... I'm very good at it."

"Work here long?" Joan asked.

"None of your business," Suki said.

"Ultimately, I'm not interested in you," Joan said. "It's the people in that van I want to talk to. If you cooperate we can leave your name out of this."

"That is so reasonable," Suki said with mock sincerity. "Tell you what, if you get totally naked, I'll answer some of your questions."

"Excuse me?" Joan asked clearly shocked.

"Get naked and I'll talk."

This is more like it! Kent thought, he was getting tired of the detective story line in this bizarre fantasy. Get to the sex already! his dick kept screaming. 

With a sigh, Joan said, "I'm already half way there." She removed her top, and then her bra. Even though she had been naked from the waist down all this time, Kent still enjoyed watching her remove the rest. Her breasts were perfect, perky B-cups, her figure on the curvy side of slim.

"Righteous," Donny said.

"Do you know who is the chief contact is?" Joan asked crisply.

"It's not a person," Suki said, "it's a corporation."

"Is it Mirror Corporation?" Joan asked.

"Suck some cock and maybe I'll tell you," Suki said with a sly smile.

Seven foot tall Boris the clown chuckled.

With a look of distaste, Joan's eyes flickered to Boris.

Suki laughed. "Not Boris, your escorts will do."

"I'll do what I can to help," Donny said magnanimously stepping forward.

"Shut up," Joan said.   

Joan turn to Kent and said, "Pull it out and let's get this over with." She made to dropped to her knees on the dirt floor before him. 

"Hold on," Kent said. He removed his t-shirt and put it on the ground for her to kneel on.

"Such a gentleman," Suki said with the same mocking tone from before.

"I was about to do the same thing," Donny offered.

Suki gave Donny an AS IF scowl as Joan dropped to her knees onto the t-shirt. 

Joan looked up at Kent, the splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose added an exotic high note to the moment. She gave him a small bewildered smile that made his super hard cock twitch. He undid the front of his denim shorts and sprung himself free. Joan gripped his hard shaft and stroked him briefly. Her eyes flickered to Donny who had his cock out too. She gripped Donny with her free hand as she took Kent into her warm mouth. Kent hissed with pleasure as she did everything perfect.

Only one of his girlfriends ever sucked cock like this and that was Ashley Grant. He tried to recall WHY he had broken up with her. Clearly it had been a case of temporary insanity or worse ... sheer stupidity. Joan freed Kent from her mouth and went to work on Donny. 

"Awesome," Donny said, looking down on Joan's bobbing head.

Joan let Donny slide from her mouth. "What is the corporations name?" Joan asked Suki.

"Imperial out of Baltimore," Suki said.




1:23 Ch. 03



"Sherlock suspected an Imperial Corp connection," Joan said, still gripping both cocks. She waited to see if Suki would say more, but the woman didn't, so Joan took Kent into her mouth again and swallowing every inch of him to the base, kneading his balls in the processes. She pulled back, let him drop and then gave the same attentions to Donny.

Suki said, "My, what WON'T you do for Sherlock?"

Joan freed Donny from her mouth and asked briskly, "Do you know how high up the contact is?"

"Pretty high."

"Is it the CEO," Joan asked as she absently stroked Donny's erection.

"Suck some ball sac and maybe I'll tell you," Suki said. 

Joan gave her a hateful look but turned to Kent and did the dirty. As Joan rolled Kent's balls around in her mouth, he prayed that Suki would keep being stingy with information. The moment was so awesome, just one thing bothered him, Boris the clown watching with a hungry look in his red, bloodshot eyes. Kent saw that beads of sweat had formed on the clown's forehead. How the hell was he sweating through that rubber mask? 

Joan let Kent's balls drop from her mouth. "The contact?" she asked Suki.

"Hey!" Donny complained. "Should,'t you do me and THEN ask?"

"Shut up!" Joan snapped. "The contact?" Joan asked again as she stood. Clearly, she was done with the oral requests.

"Milton Sandburg, he's in charge of logistics or something like that," Suki said with a smirk of contempt.

Boris was still looking at Kent so he quickly put his dick back into the barn. So did a grumbling disgruntled Donny. 

Joan bent down and picked up Kent's t-shirt. She shook the dirt off it, but instead of giving it back to Kent, she put it on. She didn't bother with her old top and bra leaving them abandoned in the dirt. The T-shirt acted like a dress on her coming down to mid thigh. As she adjusted her hair, she said, "Sandburg died two days ago, victim of a hit and run."

That bit of information seem to startle Suki. "Milt is dead?" she asked.

"Milt?" Joan asked with a raised eyebrow. "Clearly you knew the man." 

"He was always a little goofy around me," Suki said. "I think he had a crush. He was such a funny little guy ... I liked him."

Was she acting? Kent wondered, she seem truly shaken by Sandburg's death. 

"Since Sandburg is dead," Joan said as she pulled at the t-shirt to see if would drop lower. Kent liked the way her hard nipples poked at the front of the shirt. "Who are your friends meeting with today?"

"I ... I don't know?"

"I'm done performing sex acts," Joan said.

"I don't know," Suki insisted.

"We're talking murder here," Joan said. "Sherlock thinks that someone, say a professional driver, did Sandburg in. Do you really want Sherlock Holmes looking at you with THAT on his mind?"

"The Mirror people did all the face to face stuff," Suki said now totally flustered. "I just DRIVE to where ever they tell me to."

"Like DRIVE over Milton Sandburg?"

"I'm not a killer! I liked Milt!"

"I want to talk to people in that van," Joan said.

"Through the door," Suki said, sounding defeated. "Can you take them Boris?"

"Can't leave my post, sweets, you know that" Boris said.

"I'll go then," Suki said. She didn't sound happy about that at all.

"You don't wanna do that, Suki" Boris said sounding truly concerned for the girl. "Things get kinda hinky on the other side of this door." 

"I'll be fine," Suki said. "It's the Sherlock groupie and these losers that have to watch out."

"You have to be bottomless," Boris said in his menacing baritone, eying up Joan in her procured t-shirt. Joan rolled her beautiful Asian eyes and tied a knot in her t-shirt so that her naked bottom showed.

Boris didn't look pleased at all and was clearly about to say something but Suki cut him off.

"Back off Boris."

Boris made a disgruntled sound as he pushed open the door. "For nobody but you Suki," Boris said. Suki smiled and patted his cheek affectionately.

Everyone marched through the open door with Kent at the end of the line. Boris looked down at him with rummy bloodshot eyes. A tiny smile formed on his red and white clown's mouth. The smile bloomed into a yellow, pointy tooth grin that chilled Kent's blood. Even creepier, he saw that Boris wasn't wearing a rubber mask after all, the saggy cheeks, droopy eyes and double chin was his actual face covered in clown makeup.

"Fucking horror show," Kent whispered.

"What you say?" Boris asked, putting a large hand on Kent's shoulder.

Kent pulled away and hurried after the others.

"If anything happens to Suki, I'm holding you all responsible," Boris called after them.

"He your boyfriend?" Donny asked Suki.

"Just an over protective friend."

"No boyfriend?" Donny asked.

"I don't care much for long term attachments," Suki said.

"I got a chance then?" Donny said.

"Only if every male in the cosmos suddenly cease to exist," Suki said. "And even then a big fucking noway."

"Alright then," Donny said with a smile and a bob of his head apparently liking his odds.   

They found themselves looking down another long corridor with high walls and more dirt floor.

"How big is this fucking place?" Donny asked.

The moment Boris closed the door behind them, Joan undid the knot in her shirt and covered her naked bottom again. 

"I liked it the other way," Donny said.

That got him a poisonous glare from Joan.

"Well, there's still Suki to look at," Donny said.

That got him the finger from Suki.

The women led the way and the guys fell in behind them. Kent eyed Suki's naked ass as it bunch and dimple presently with each step. He found it odd that Joan had gone out of her way to put on his shirt to cover up her nakedness. If this was all a fantasy from his mind, why would she bother?

"The longer we exist, the more independent we become," Donny said. "That's why it's hard to keep me away."

"Reading my mind?" Kent asked. 

"This is ALL your mind, dude."

"So you're saying that the longer this goes on the less control I will have over ... them?" Kent asked waving a hand at the women walking ahead.

"Pretty much," Donny said.

"Let me prove the point," Suki said, she stopped walking and stood facing Donny. "Give me your fucking shorts or I'll kill you."

"See," Donny said. 

He stripped off his baggy shorts and handed them to Suki. He had on red briefs with black trim, his boner comically pushed at the front of his underwear.

"That would fit me better," Suki said pointing at his red briefs.

"Anything to accommodate a pretty lady," Donny said as he slipped his briefs down snapping his erection free; it pointed at Suki with a happy twitch. As he handed off the briefs, he said, "Sharing the same undies, that kinda of intimate don't you think?" 

"Yeah, it's like we're fucking married," Suki said with a roll of her eyes. She pulled on the briefs and it fit her slim bottom very nicely.

"I would appreciate it if you would lone me your underpants too," Joan said to Kent.

"Um ... sure," Kent said. He dropped his shorts and then his dark blue briefs and handed them to Joan. Joan slipped on his briefs looking unbelievable sexy doing it.

Suki pointed an the index fingers of both her hands at the exposed, perky erection. "Put those things away before you lose them."  

"We're free ballin' it today," Donny said as he and Kent pulled up their shorts. 

With an impatient look from Joan, they continued on.

"Do you exist when you're not with me?" Kent asked Donny.

"Yeah."

"Where do you ... um ... go?"

"In your fold, dude," Donny said like it made sense. 

It didn't, but before Kent could ask for clarification, Joan spoke.  

"There's someone up ahead. You know who it is?"

Suki shook her head. "Never been pass Boris before."

"Hope it's not another clown," Donny said.

"Look's like two people," Joan said. "I see bright blue, they may be wearing costumes."

"Great," Donny said. "More fucking clowns like Boris."

"Don't you dis on Boris," Suki said. "He's really sweet."

"The guy looked like he wanted to eat my liver," Kent said.

"He'd never do that," Suki said sounding shocked. "He only eats hearts."

"Cannibal clowns ... how fucked up is that?" Donny said.

"Sorry," Kent said automatically. "I just don't know where the helmet is getting the nightmare clowns from. Even this bottomless thing is really odd. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated a good naked bottom but it's just not something that I'm into." 

"I don't think we're in your fold anymore," Joan said.

"Oh my God," Suki whispered her beautiful eyes wide with fear.

Joan nodded, "We're in Alice's fold."

"Aw shit!" Donny barked. "When did THAT happen?" 

"When we entered through Boris' door I think" Joan said. Maybe even further back when we entered the Mirror Corp building."

"Fuck me," Donny said looking around nervously. "I was hoping this was some deep seeded psycho sexual fantasy of Kent about fucking clowns."

"Whoa," Kent said. "I've NEVER wanted to fuck a clown! And what the hell do you mean by Alice's fold?"

"Didn't Neffie tell you about Alice?" Donny asked. 

"She started," Kent said. "But Joan showed up and I got kind of sidetracked." 

"Alice was the first test subject for the brain tube," Donny said. "Thing's got really fucked up with her." 

Joan nodded. "Harriet rebuild the new helmet from the old one and a part of the real Alice's personality was imprinted in some of the programing." 

"And we've blundered into her fold," Suki said.

"I think we were drawn here," Joan added ominously. "Back on campus I saw signs of her. There were spooky clowns back there too. Her power appears to be growing."

"Bet that's why Harriet is having trouble getting around," Donny said with a worried nod. 

Kent didn't like the sound of fear coming from his companions. "What is this fold stuff?" he asked. Then he waved his hands frantically in front of him. "Never mind. Let's just turn around and go back."

"Not gonna happen," Suki said.

Kent turned around anyway. "Fuck me," he whispered when he saw that a brick wall bared his way back. "Okay, this is my fucking head, right? Wall! Go away!"

"Won't work, dude," Donny said. This whole place is Alice."

"This could all still be part of his fantasy," Joan said, "Maybe the brain tube is feeding into his sense of adventure and is creating a feeling of fear to enhance the moment."

It sounded like a great theory but the look on Joan's face clearly showed that she was grasping at straws. 

Donny shook his head. "Fear's not Kent's thing. He's more into the group sex and orgy stuff."

"Yeah, he likes the gross bukakke thing," Suki said, "with guys cumming on chick's faces and all that."

Joan nodded and said, "Since Suki and I are key players, he clearly has an Asian girl fetish too." 

"He ain't TOTALLY into the humiliation stuff," Donny said, coming to Kent's defense like the real Donny would have. It warmed Kent's heart toward the fantasy rendition of his real friend. 

"I agree," Joan said. "My guess is that he may ultimately have some kind of peeing fetish going back to his youth."

"You do know that I'm standing right HERE?" Kent said totally embarrassed at having his sexual foibles discussed so openly.

"What the chicks are saying," Donny said, giving Kent's shoulder a friendly grip, "is that you've got a dirty streak but Alice is dark and all the freaky clown shit is her thing. Maybe the bottomless stuff too."

"HARRIET!" Kent Yelled at the high ceiling.

"You can't get to Harriet from here," Suki said.

"We may as well go see what's at the the other end," Joan suggested.

"Should have stayed with the fucking taxi," Donny groused as they moved down the hall.

"Price of existence and free will, dude," Suki said, she wasn't mocking him, in fact she sounded sympathetic and a little sad.

"Maybe Neffie can help?" Kent said. "She says she my avatar. Maybe she can guide us to Harriet?"

"Do you like this Neffie?" Suki asked.

"Yeah, she's super sweet," Kent said.

"Then don't ask her to come here," Suki said flatly.

"You're saying that this Alice person can hurt us?" Kent asked, his worry edging toward panic.

"Me, Suki and Joan for sure," Donny said, "and Neffie if she dare show."

"So I'm safe?" Kent asked, marginally relieved. 

"You're connected to the helmet," Joan said.

"You should be fine," Suki added with a shrug.

"Yeah, dude, totally fine" Donny said.

They all avoided his eyes ... FAR from reassuring.

They could make out two figures at the end of the needlessly long hall. The figures appeared to be male and like Joan had said, they wore blue outfits. "They don't look like clowns," Kent said sounding hopeful. When they got closer, Kent amended his first impression ... the figures were not wearing blue outfits but were PAINTED blue and totally naked, and both were definitely male as each sported impressive dangling blue penis. Thankfully though, neither were nightmare clowns. The blue guys weren't Shaq size like Boris, but by no means were they tiny either. Both stood at six feet tall and well muscled like a pair of nightclub bouncers.

"They look like that super blue dude from the Watchmen movie," Donny said.

Kent agreed for they both had target like circles on their foreheads and seemed to be giving off a slight luminescence. 

"What do we do?" Kent asked apprehensively.

"We do our jobs," Joan said. She cleared her throat and addressed the blue guys, "We are looking for a troop of circus acrobats."

"They passed here," one blue guy said.

"Um ... good," Joan said. "May I speak with them?"

"Pass through this door and you may do so," the other blue said.

"Good," Joan said with a cheery clap, she made for the door. The blue guy nearest her put out a hand to stop her.

"Didn't think it would be that easy," Suki whispered.

"You are not showing enough flesh to pass," the other blue said.

Joan knotted her t-shirt and dropped the briefs so that her naked bottom was exposed. She picked up the briefs and handed them to Kent who automatically stuffed them in the front pocket of his shorts. Suki dropped her borrowed red and black briefs too and handed them off to Donny.

"Never gonna get tired of this view," Donny said as he stuffed the briefs into a pocket.

Suki poked him hard in the ribs with an elbow.

"No make!" Donny said rubbing his chest.

"More," a blue guy said, holding up a hand to stop Joan again.

"You want us naked?" Joan asked.

One of the blues pointed at Joan. "You must perform."

"More oral attention?" Joan asked sounding irritated but it was clear she was ready to do it.

"No, you must have intercourse with us and any other takers," both blues said as one. 

"Up for a blue men gangbang Miss Watson?" Suki asked.

"This is so ..." Joan said, but trailed off looking murderous.

"Fucked up?" Suki finished for her.

"The woman will kiss," a blue guy said.

"Horny ass motherfuckers," Suki mumbled as she turned to face Joan. 

Kent's near permanent erection tightened in his shorts even more as a fresh, intense feeling of lust swept over him. Behind the sexual arousal he felt a ... presents ... like he was somehow standing in the exact same spot as another person. That was totally illogical of course but that's just how it felt. He stepped off to the side to see if you could separate himself from the feeling but it didn't work. An overwhelming urge to drop his shorts and grip his aching hardon closed in on him. Mindlessly, he fumbled at the snap to his shorts dropping them unceremoniously to his ankles and gripped his raging dick.

"Is this odd feeling Alice?" Kent asked. He saw that the blue guys were totally erect too, each sporting light-blue, eight inch identical erections.

"I'd say, yeah," Donny said. 

Like Kent, Donny stood with his shorts around his ankles, gripping his dick.

Joan and Suki stood facing each other for several seconds more then they closed in for a soft casual kiss. Kent's heart rate increased as he watched the bottomless women tentatively embrace. Quickly, the kiss advanced as their bodies pressed in tight and their mouths moved aggressively with lots of tongue action. 

It was Alice driving the kiss, Kent knew as he stood watching gripping himself. 

One of the blue guys pointed at Joan and said, "Show more flesh." 

Joan pushed Suki away and with her back to the blue guys, pulled the t-shirt over her head. Kent's eyes feasted on her fully naked body. With an expression of pure lust on her beautiful freckled face, Joan unexpectedly stormed into Kent's arms nearly knocking him over. 

"This is all Alice," Joan whispered to him.

"I know," he whispered back.

She covered his mouth with the hottest kiss he had ever experienced in both his real life and the fantasy world of the helmet. The kiss was way too brief though as she pulled back suddenly. She dropped to her knees before him, took his steely erection into her mouth and worked him hot and furious with the same aggressive enthusiasm she had shown with the kiss. 

The pair of blue guys closed in to get some of the action. Joan gave her attention to the nearest blue dick and like a porn diva, gripped the other blue guy and Kent off to the sides. 

Kent's gaze shifted to Suki attentively watching Joan suck blue cock. His heart ached as his eyes soaked in Suki's exotic beauty. A desire to see her fully naked swept over him like a sudden fever. He pulled free of Joan's grip, and without asking, he grabbed the hem of Suki's top and pulled it over her head. He loved the way her long brown hair cascaded around her pale, pretty face. Her small pert breasts with dark, quarter sized nipples begged to be touched.

"Go ahead, touch me," Suki whispered, reading his mind. His hands explored her breasts. "Kiss me." she demanded seconds later.

Aroused beyond reason, Kent pulled her in hard. They kissed and groped in what seemed like forever ... and maybe it was. In this crazy world of his mind what did time matter? Then suddenly, Suki was pulled away from him ending forever for the moment. It was Joan who had interrupted the kiss. The blue guys closed in on Suki aggressively pawing at her, kissing her neck, face and breasts. Donny stood off to the side whacking his pud at blinding speed.

With her back to Kent, Joan leaned against him and he rubbed his hard dick against her perfect ass. Because of the height difference, Joan's head came just under his chin. His hands slipped around and he feverishly explored her breasts as he breathed in her fragrant hair. She smelled a musky shampoo with a background of expensive perfume and just a hint of tobacco smoke. He wondered where the brain tube had found these particular smells? Then he had it... Joy Maeda, Ashley Grant's sexy little friend from Honolulu ... it was back stage at the Angel's Nest concert last summer back in Ohio ... Joy had been wonderfully receptive to his advances that night.  

"Enough of this! Fuck me," Joan said.

She stepped away from him and walked to a huge bed that had not been there before. Kent was too deep into the moment to question the bed's sudden appearance. Joan got on the bed but stayed on her hands and knees making it clear that she wanted to be taken from behind. Kent obliged. He knelt behind her wonderful ass, gripped his hardon and entered her in one rough, smooth thrust; Joan gasped at his entry. Wasting no time, he aggressively went at her. The blue guys crawled onto the bed, knelt near Joan's head and fed her their hard, light-blue cocks. 

Suki settled along side Kent and ran a hand over his dangling balls. "God all might," Kent said in a hitching voice. Everything was so exciting ... almost overwhelming.

Joan shook her head violently to free her mouth of a blue dick. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she chanted over and over until she finally did with a violent full body spasm. 




1:23 Ch. 03



Just as Joan's body started to settle, a blue guy elbowed Kent aside, flipped Joan onto her back, knelt between her spread legs and entered her. Donny and the other blue guy knelt near Joan's head and pushed their erections at her face to get at her mouth. She ignored them both giving her full attention to the blue guy moving in and out of her as she gasp harshly with every thrust.

One of Suki's hands encircled Kent's erection. "Seems a big enough bed," she said as she coaxed him onto his back keeping her grip on him all the while. She straddled him and pierced herself with his eager excitement. In no time, she got her hips moving in a fast hitching roll. At first, she sat up straight allowing Kent a nice view of her rocking upper body, his hands eagerly roamed over her perky a-cups. As her orgasm closed in, she leaned forward and planted her hands on either side of his head, her long hair lashing his upper body, her breath hot on his face. 

His thoughts raced as he and Suki went at it.

...This helmet thing is better than booze! Better than drugs! Better than base jumping! Hell, even better than real sex! No way in the real world could he score a woman as hot and beautiful as the one rocking above him right now.

"I'M SO FUCKING COMING!" Suki yelled with her face inches from his. After several heavy intakes of breath, she sat up abruptly. Kent's hands gripped her waist ready to roll again but she grabbed his much bigger hands with her smaller ones and moved them up to her tits. He looked at her with her hair a wild mess, her face sweaty, her eyes shut, her expression twisted with pleasure. She was so fucking beautiful that he wouldn't mind staring up at her forever ... and because of the weirdness of the brain tube ... it was forever. 

"Don't you dare stop!" Joan said to the blue guy fucking her. 

Again ... so much for forever as Kent's thoughts turned to fucking Joan Watson for a second time. Kent sat up and coax Suki off of him. 

"Pull it out, come on her, show me the money," came a female voice. 

It wasn't Joan speaking because she was still huffing and gasping under the blue guy, it wasn't Suki either for she was knelling close to Kent and she hadn't said a thing.

"It's Alice," Donnie said, stating the obvious. He knelt on one side of Joan's head and blatantly rubbed the head of his erection at her left cheekbone. 

A breathy, hitching sigh came from the scrum around Joan. It was the blue guy fucking her. He pulled out of her, gripped his blue hardon and ejaculated an electric blue-white jet that sailed unnaturally high and splashed down on Joan's forehead. Three more gravity defying streams of jizz followed, all slapping at her face and neck making her flinch with volley.

"Someone keep fucking me!" Joan demanded. The other blue dude pushed his spent companion aside, fell between Joan's legs and got to work. 

Kent stared at Joan's messy face with heated lust. The contrast of the blue-white jizz in her dark hair fascinated him. Suki pressed in close at his side and he couldn't resist brushing his hands over her slim inviting form even as most his attention was on Joan. He could feel Alice pushing at the inside of his head fueling his desire. As hot as the moment was, he didn't like the invasion.

"Come on her," the voice came again. The second blue guy pulled out of Joan and sprayed lines of blue-white across her belly and breasts in copious Peter North fashion.

"Fuck her," Alice said clearly addressing Kent.

The blue guy moved aside and Kent took his place between Joan's legs. He looked down at her for a few seconds then he entered her with a slow gentle thrust.

"Fuck her hard," Alice said. It sounded like the woman was kneeling right next to him, he could even feel puffs of air from her words on the side of his face.

Kent kept at a slow even pace, Joan's hips rolled with each easy thrust. Kent's eyes focused on her breasts, wet and glistening with the off color jizz. His looked at her messy Asian face, her expression serious, focused, determined.

"Fuck her hard and come on her face," Alice said.

He kept at the slow pace.

"Better do as she asks," Suki said kneeling dainty on her calves nearby.

"Come on Joan's face," Alice boomed. She sounded pissed. 

Donny, with the head of his erection pressed to Joan's left exquisite cheekbone let loose several messy likes of jizz. Joan turned her head in avoidance, clearly annoyed at the distraction. 

"Come on her face," said Alice to Kent at twice the volume as before. The world seem to vibrate from her voice.

"Not until I come FIRST bitch!" Joan called out, apparently just as defiant as Kent. A few thrusts later, Joan did just that. As she twisted under him, Kent decided that he wasn't going to end on Joan's face no matter what Alice wanted.

"Better do it, dude," Donny said, reading his mind.

"It would be best for us all if you did," Suki said.

"Do it, I don't care," Joan said in a jostled voice as Kent picked up the pace.

"You did it every other time, dude," Donny said sounding worried. "You LIKE doing it."

"This feels different ... " Kent said. "I don't like this Alice in my head."

"Come on her face," Alice said. The voice was louder, deafening now.

"Do as she asks!" Suki yelled sounding desperate.

"None of this is real!" Kent insisted as he banged away.

"It is for us!" Suki screamed. 

"I'm coming again!" Joan yelled.

On the very next thrust, so did Kent. But rebelliously, he stayed where he was and exploded deep inside of beautiful Joan Watson.

After his breathing settled, Kent pulled out of Joan and fell on his back next to her on the bed. He looked at Suki kneeling near him, then Donny next to her. The blue guys were nowhere in sight, he had no idea where or when they had disappeared. So far, lightning didn't strike anyone ... and none of them puffed out of existence ... yet. 

As his breathing normalized, Kent asked, "What now?"

"We go through the damned door," Joan said. 

Donny was the only one wearing some clothes, it was his t-shirt the said JUST DID IT on the front. Weirdly, he pulled the shirt over his head and handed it to Joan. "Wipe up," he said softly.

She gave him a smile of gratitude as she used the shirt to clean her face and body and hair. She handed the shirt back to him and he put it back on without complaint or comment. Joan found Kent's appropriated shirt and slipped it on. 

Spent and exhausted, everyone got off the bed to sort through clothes, Suki slipped on her blue-purple top and Donny handed her the briefs still in his shorts pocket.

As Suki slipped on the briefs, she said to Donny, "It's okay if you look me up in the fold."

"Awesome," Donny said with a smile. 

Kent pulled on his denim shorts and then handed the briefs in the pocket to Joan.

"Sorry for saying you're not real," Kent said.

"Reality is ... relative," Joan said with a weak smile as she pulled on the briefs and then ran her finger through her messy long hair to break up some tangles. 

"Yeah," Suki added. "To be honest, I don't quite believe there is a world outside the brain tube."

Her existential comment made Kent laugh.

They stood just outside the door formally guarded by the blue guys. Kent looked at his odd companions and asked Joan a fundamental question. "Before today, what do you remember?"

"I was with Sherlock at our flat in New York," Joan said with no hesitation. "He went to track down a clue on the murder we are trying to solve. I flew to Honolulu to follow up on the circus acrobats. I was booked in coach, it was a long awful flight."

"And you Suki?" Kent asked.

"I waited all day in a cheap hotel in Waikiki for a call as to where to pick up the circus people and then deliver some art to a boat at the Honolulu harbor."

"Stolen art," Joan reminded everyone. "And Milton Sandburg is dead because of that art."

Suki rolled her eyes. "I told you, I'm not a killer."

"That remains to be seen," Joan said seriously.

"So you're just playing parts?" Kent asked, confused.

"They are who they are," Donny said. "The helmet creates us using your thoughts, memories and fantasies. Then it goes on line to fill in the gaps."

"Whoa! The helmet goes on line? Why?" Kent asked surprised.

"Yeah," Donny said. "The last time Harriet used the helmet, it was just the hardware and Alice's thoughts. Things got really fucked up."

"The online aspect allows for a constant flow of information," Joan said. "Before the helmet could assess the internet, Alice got cornered in her own head and her sexual desires took control."

"So this Alice was a total sex freak then?" Kent asked.

"No, not at all," Suki said. "But like everyone, Alice had a dark side. The helmet totally amplified it. 

"It's doing the same with you," Suki said.

"Yeah," Donny said. "Harriet thought that she had solved the sexual amp bug. But it's still fucked up."

Joan nodded. "Harriet thought that by piggy backing in using the new head gear would allow her to control you."

"Fucking denied," Donny said with a hollow laugh. "She can't even find you."

Kent looked at the mystery door. "Does Harriet know about this piece of Alice left behind?"

"She only knows that there is a glitch," Joan said, "and doesn't know that it's related to Alice. She keeps trying to eliminate it but all of her attempts have failed." 

"And with every failure, Alice gets stronger," Suki said.

"Yeah, and more piss off," Donny added.

"After all that ... Harriet put the second helmet on me," Kent said sounding shocked. "I really thought that we had a connection?" He let out a mirthless laugh. "Guess I'm just a guinea pig to her," he mumbled more then a little hurt. 

"The chick's getting some serious funding to push this forward," Donny said.

"From who?" Kent ask, his hurt turned to anger thinking that this might be all about money.

"Can't talk about it," Donny said with a shrug.

"Can't or WON'T?" Kent barked at him.

"We can't," Suki said.

"It's in our DNA ... or programing if you want to see it that way," Joan said.

"I'm not playing this game anymore!" Kent yelled at the distant ceiling as he walked away from the door. "You hear me Alice! You too Harriet! This Nightmare on Elm Street shit is over!"

Nothing happened for a few beats. Then the door slowly swung open on its own.

"Come in," came Alice's voice from the other side of the open door. She sounded inviting, nice even.

As far as Kent could see, the space on the other side of the door seemed identical to where they stood, dirt ground, high walls and all that. Kent approached the open door and stepped through it. The others followed. Other then then that far door at the other end, the hall was empty. With Kent leading the way, they headed down the empty hall.

Halfway down the long hall, Suki screamed, "Donny!"

"Fucking gnarly!" Donny yelled.

"Oooh shit," Kent whispered when he turned to see a black figure, over ten feet tall holding Donny off the floor by his shirt. With a heartless casual fling, the dark figure threw Donny against one of the walls. This time Kent screamed his friend's name.

"Donny!"

Where Donny hit, the wall flexed like it was made of rubber. At first, Kent thought that Donny would simply bounce back like a wrestler on the ropes... but he didn't. The wall formed a grotesque mouth and swallowed him whole. Donny didn't even have time to scream.

Joan, Suki and Kent looked on horror stricken as a giant tongue licked out of the mouth and slithered over bloated monster size lips, it released a grotesque burp. The three backed away from the mouth in a hurry. 

Kent's eyes flickered to the giant who had thrown Donny to his death. It had a female form with a slim figure and long hair. It appeared to be naked. It's skin and hair—every inch of it—was a shiny obsidian black. 

Joan let out a moan of pain and collapsed to the dirt floor like a limp rag doll. Kent instinctively dropped to his knees and rolled her over, she gripped at his arms and looked into his eyes with pleading desperation. Right before him, her face change color. All of her, including her hair and shirt become a dull textured gray-beige. She made a choking dry sound, gave him one last hopeless look and collapsed in his arms, literally. All of her had turned into dry crumbly sand. What was once Joan's arms passed through Kent's fingers joining the shapeless heap of dusty sand on the ground.

"No!" Kent screamed.

A few feet away, in total panic, Suki sprinted toward the distant new door. At lightning speed, the obsidian giant caught up to her, grabbed her by one shoulder and lifted her off her feet. Suki kicked her legs and flayed her arms in desperate struggle. Then the obsidian giant did the unspeakable and tore the poor Suki in half, right down the middle as if she was a piece of paper.

"NO!" Kent screamed again. 

Weirdly, there was no blood, guts or bones ... Suki's inside seem to be made of electrical sparkly fibers. Horribly, the two halves of the woman struggled on for life longer then a real person would have, it seemed that she was trying to speak although neither of her halves were making coherent sounds. The sparkly fibers inside her lost their luster and went dark. Suki stopped wiggling and fell silent. Obsidian cast aside the lifeless halves and turned her dark face toward Kent who was still kneeing near the dust pile that had once been Joan. Obsidian stepped toward him. He made no move to run. He wasn't being brave ... terror glued him to the spot.

The shiny black giant grabbed him by both shoulders and lifted him so that he looked into a midnight black face that appeared Asian, her expression cold and neutral ... like a carved statue. 

If I die, he thought... and truly I'm about to ... I pray that I wake up in Harriet's lab with the brain tube helmet on my head. If I do, I'm ripping the fucking thing off and then punching Harriet in the face ... maybe I'll sue the university too.

Obsidian's expression went from neutral to a deep etched frown. Unexpectedly, she dropped him. He automatically twisted on the way down to soften the coming jolt, but the ground he anticipated hitting was gone, replaced by a deep endless abyss. 

He fell for a very long time screaming the whole way down.

**********

Kent sat up screaming in his dorm room bed.

"Fuck!" he yelled and covered his sweaty face with his hands. "Oh PLEASE let this be just a bad dream!" 

He peeked through his fingers and saw that the clock on his nightstand read 1:23, proof enough for him that he was lying inert in Harriet's lab with the brain tube helmet still on his head.

"Gotta find Harriet," he said. 

He leaped off the bed and darted to the door. Just as he was step int the hall, he saw, reflected behind him in the dressing mirror mounted on the door, a slim dark haired girl.

"Neffie!" he said with great relief. "Help me get to Harriet!"

He tuned to face his avatar, but there was no one there. He looked back at the mirror and he jumped back with a start for the slim figure was still there and now stood right up against the glass. 

"Just another brain tube mind game," he said immediately with a thumping heart. The girl in the mirror clearly wasn't Neffie, she was Asian, pale and pretty with a slim, petite figure. "I don't have time for another sex fantasy," Kent said. As he reached to open the door.

"You're from the outside," the girl in the mirror said. "You're currently wearing the helmet aren't you." There was awe in her voice.

Kent backed away from the mirror. Chillingly, the girl stepped right out of the mirror and into his dorm room.

"I'm Alice," she said.

Kent's heart sank several feet.



1:23 Ch. 04



Part one-Harriet's Troubles.

Harriet Kono sat twisting the ends of her long black hair, an automatic reflex brought on by stress. Her grandmother told her millions of times that twisting her hair made her look nervous and twitchy. 

"Good paying companies don't hire nervous girls that twist their hair," Harriet said aloud in a stern mocking voice in imitation of her grandmother. 

She kept twisting her hair as she looked around her well supplied lab here at the Honolulu University campus. Everything was paid for by Mr. Imperial and that included a HEFTY stipend. 

"Big paying companies DO hire twitchy nervous girls so shut the fuck up, obaasan," Harriet said in defiance of her long dead grandmother. Of course, if her grandmother had been in the room Harriet wouldn't have been able to look her in the eye let alone say such a disrespectful thing to her face. 

The Imperial people had paid for everything she asked for without question. They didn't even ask to see receipts. But she saved them anyway. At first she ordered just stuff she needed. But as time went by, she grew bolder and asked for more elaborate and expensive things. At the top of her latest list were several snazzy partitions to break up her lab space, two fully loaded expensive laptops, an adjustable hospital bed, the latest I-pad and an expensive ergonomic office chair that she could sleep in if she chose too. She felt a little guilty because the partitions were a little indulgent ... perhaps the second computer was too, the I-pad for sure ... okay, so was the chair. 

She looked around her lab again. The partitions made the space look more professional she thought. Looking professional was a big deal to Harriet. Her mother and father were scientists too. At some point she planed on giving them a tour of her shiny new lab. She wanted ... she NEEDED the place to look just right when she showed them the brain tube. 

Harriet realized she had used Kent's term BRAIN TUBE for the devise she was working on for Mr. Imperial. Her official name for the device was the enhancing-cerebral-stimulator-processor. Kent couldn't remember any of that so he dubbed the thing the brain tube. It sound so stupid. But she had to admit that it was growing on her. She imagined that You-Tube might have sounded dumb when if first came out. Now look how big it was. "The BRAIN TUBE will be BIGGER." she said with a swell of pride.

Pride of another sort washed over her as she recalled how she had used her feminine wilds to seduce Kent Orlando to volunteer. Harriet was a pretty girl, but years of being a science geek never allowed her to develop a true feminine allure. Her seduction had been a bit clumsy, even laughable at times, but certainly exciting for Harriet. It helped that Kent had a fetish Asian girl crush on her thus improving her odds of success by several percentage points. All that aside, Harriet had a thing for Jocks like Kent. To this day, no one but her friend Ashley knew that Harriet mooned over ball players of all sorts. Russel Wilson, quarterback of the Sea Hawks was her latest crush, before that it was David Beckham and before him Tom Brady for a loooong time. She pushed aside her rambling thoughts, sat in her expensive ergonomic chair and ran her fingers along the soft fabric siding of the nearest office partition. 

"He's sitting up and is gonna say something irrelevant," Harriet said aloud. 

She got up and stepped around the partition to the designated lab side of her space. No such luck. Kent lay unmoving on the adjustable hospital bed with the brain tube device surrounding his head. The thing covered most of his face. Kent commented that it made him feel like Dr. Doom from the Fantastic Four. It seemed to Harriet the jocks read a lot of comic books. 

She looked up at the standard round university clock on the wall above Kent's bed. It was 2:34 in the afternoon. She typed a note in one of her laptops that Kent has been under for one hour and eleven minutes. It was a short period of time but it seemed like weeks to her. For Kent ... and Harriet when she visited the world of the brain tube, hours and days would pass, yet in the real world only a hand full of minutes went by, sometimes just seconds. Harriet couldn't decide if the compressed time was a good thing or a destabilizing veritable. The experiment had started at 1:23 in the afternoon. She had voiced the time aloud and Kent had made a lame joke about the numbers in all in a row 1,2,3.

"He says the most stupid things." 

She checked his heartbeat on the monitor ... a bit fast but near normal. She manually took his blood pressure with a blood pressure cuff. It was a little high too but still within safe parameters. Except for a few minor muscle twitches, he remained totally still. Her eyes traveled down his body and focused on his erection bulging in his shorts. The erection had formed at the start and had remained constant to now. She left THAT tiny bit of data out of her notes. She put aside the blood pressure cuff and started twisting the ends of her hair a feelings of dread threatened to wash over her. 

"This was too soon after Alice," she whispered. "I should have waited, done more tests."

Thinking of Alice Mihara piled on guilt on top of the dread. Alice Mihara and Harriet were first cousins and Harriet had taken advantage of Alice's old fashion Japanese sense of familial obligation. Basically, she quilted Alice into participating. 

On the day when things went bad with Alice, her friend Ashley Grant, a scientist from a different department had come to her rescue. Fortunately, Ashley had agreed to keep quiet about the incident but only after giving Harriet a pointless tongue lashing about scientific ethics. Unfortunately for Harriet, Joy Maeda, Alice's annoying big mouth friend had come too. Joy and Alice were friends going way back and Joy threatened to go to the dean. Thankfully, it was Alice who had talked her out of it.

Anyway, Joy had accused Harriet of fucking up her own cousin's head for money.

But that was hardly accurate. Yes, money was involved, but it was the prestige of working for Mr. Imperial that Harriet truly craved. That seemed a little less insidious but stupid head Joy Maeda couldn't see pass the money. And Alice was fine ... mostly. Joy was a dance major and she knew shit about what a scientist had to go through to get results.

Harriet looked over at one of her open laptops on a work table nearby. A little green bird flashed in the lower right corner. Huxtable, her peacock avatar, had found Kent in the world of the brain tube. It took only four and a half minutes this time, big improvement over the sixteen minutes from the last hunt. It seemed so surreal that she had to hunt for him every time he escaped her in the world of the helmet when he physically lay before her. The temptation to shake him violently to wake him up was overwhelming. Then she remembered what happened when she had done just that to Alice. As she mused darkly, her eyes settled on Kent's erection in his shorts.

She slapped her forehead. "Stop it! Get focused girl!" 

She walked back to the office side of the partition, sat down in her ergonomic chair and picked up the smaller augmentation helmet. "I'm getting him out this time," she said with conviction.

She adjusted her chair so that she was practically laying on her back and held her new helmet above her for inspection. Like the big helmet around Kent's head, it would cover her eyes and ears but it was lighter, sleeker in design and totally wireless. She had learned a lot making the smaller helmet and planned to reduce the bulky, hardwired one first chance she got. She poked at the mouth piece and beamed with pride at the new addition, it engaged the tongue and teeth thus enhancing taste and the act of eating. She recalled eating a piece of pizza at one of the campus kiosks when she was hunting for Kent. The taste and texture of the pizza had been amazingly real. She imagined Mr. Imperial gushing over that innovation. The new helmet had no on switched to worry about, the simple act of putting it on would start it up. Taking it off would shut it down just as easily, something she wished she had taken the time to fix on the old helmet. Still holding the new helmet aloft, she took another minute to make sure all was operational but she knew she was merely stalling putting it on. 

She let out a deep sigh and wished to hell that Kent's imagined world wasn't so SEXUAL. The first test with Alice's had had a dark sexual bent too but Harriet had attributed that to her cousin's personality quarks and over active imagination. She thought she was safe with Kent who told lame jokes and clearly lacked ANY imagination. But the sex thing happened again proving that it was a problem with the software and not the test subjects. Harriet had been clueless at the intensity of Alice's experiences. But with the augmentation helmet she was right in the middle of Kent's dirty adventures. 

"Stop stalling ... just deal, okay?" 

The day before she used the helmet on Kent, she had sent out a purge program to clear out the old Alice stuff. Hours later, the purge program checked back saying that is had cleansed ninety six percent of the corrupt files. At the time, she thought that good enough but perhaps the remaining four percent was gumming up the works somehow. After she got Kent free of the helmet, she planned on cleaning out Kent's creations too. Then she would start from scratch. There HAD to be a way to nix the sexual path to the brain the helmet was taking. No way was she was going to report all this shameful sex stuff to Mr. Imperial and his people. It never occurred to her that the sex stuff might be interesting to Mr. Imperial. All she wanted was the helmet to work to her set specifications PEIRIOD. She sat up, went to her second laptop, hit some keys and sent a MUCH more aggressive debugging program after the last bits of Alice contamination. 

Harriet lay back in the chair and slipped on the augmentation helmet and wrapped her lips around the new mouth piece. A wave of euphoric bliss blanketed her much like the onset of a marijuana high. The euphoria was way too brief though and she had to stamp down a surge of panic as Kent's imagined world became real and solid all around her. She found herself standing in the commons quad between the four round dorm towers.

"Always on campus," Harriet said with a shake of her head.

She saw Huxtable her peacock avatar standing at the door of the Aloha cafeteria and she headed in that direction. 

Part two-Breakfast with Alice

Kent sat at a table at the Aloha cafeteria that serviced the four round dorm towers of Honolulu University. Across from him sat Alice Mihara steadily shoveled fried rice into her mouth with her fingers. She had a fork but chose to ignore it. 

None of this is real, he thought. The food she was eating, the table, the cafeteria, Alice, even himself. This was all created by the brain tube. The real Kent Orlando lay in a hospital bed in Harriet Kono's lab at the science and technology center on campus. He mindlessly took a sip of lukewarm, grayish cafeteria coffee from the cup in front of him. He made a face. 'I should wish for a cup of Sumatra instead of this swill,' he thought.

"If you wanna keep secrets you shouldn't think so loudly," Alice said with a full mouth.

Alice was a slim tiny Asian woman at five two or three. Kent was a little over six feet with the wiry muscle tone of a basketball player. He towered over her and had a hundred fifty pounds on her easy. Yet the chick frightened him to no end. Barely an hour before, Alice was an obsidian giant ten feet tall and he watched her brutally murder three people.

"Sorry about that," Alice said. 

Kent cringed. Having his thoughts read was so unsettling. 

"I thought that you and your friends were attack programs," Alice said, "Harriet's been sending them at me for a long time." She tipped her cup of coffee back, took a sip and grimaced. "You're right, this is truly SHITTY coffee. If you focus hard enough bet you can get us something decent."

"Why don't you do it?" Kent asked cautiously. The woman had the power, he had seen her in action.

"I could," she said. "But this is your fold, your center of power. You had better figure out how to use it." She grabbed a hand full of rice with her fingers and stuffed her mouth in a most unladylike fashion. 

"No food in your fold?" he ask, appalled at her at her savage table manners.

With her mouth full, she said, "Harriet's attack programs make things hard to come by. This cafeteria food is the best I've had in long time." 

Kent couldn't get his mind off of how she so easily killed Donny, Joan and Suki.

"You had better learn to cover your thoughts," Alice said. 

Even though he had no idea how to do it, he made an effort to read Alice's thoughts. His focus was interrupted by a sudden blaring of an old Beatles song 'Helter Skelter.' Kent looked around to see where it was coming from.

"And again ... sorry about your friends," Alice said.

"I don't know why I'm so upset," Kent said looking back at her. "None of this is fucking real!"

"You had better change your thinking about that right now. In this world of the cerebral enhancer—"

"Brain tube," Kent said. "We call it the brain tube now."

"Whatever!" Alice said irritated as she picked up her unused fork and pointed it at him. "THIS world is real and the other is too faraway to matter. We can all die here." For just a second her eyes went totally black reminding Kent of the murdering monster she was. 

"For me it's just game over," Kent said in spite of his fear of her.

"That's what I thought too," Alice said and went back to her fried rice. This time she used the fork but it only marginally improving her table manners as she shoveled rapid fire fork fulls into her mouth.

Her comment about dying quieted Kent for a few moments. After a small stretch of silence, he dared to ask, "What happened to you."

"I want pancakes," she said and stood up with her tray. "Work at getting us a decent cup of coffee."

He watched her get in line with other students at the breakfast buffet. He found it odd that she didn't simply go to the front of the line. In this world, she was a virtual god and could do as she pleased. He took the time to check her out: He assumed she was Japanese because her last name, Mihara, sounded Japanese to him. She wore jeans and a hippy white blouse edged with flowers, slight of figure with long black hair, she was beautiful in a quiet unassuming way. He was totally afraid of her ... but the stupid male part of him wanted to please her too. He looked at his mug of muddy coffee and willed it to turn into Starbucks ... Sumatra would be nice. "Change!" he commanded summoning all his Charlton Heston-Moses fury ... but nothing happened. 

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a person plopped next to him at the table. His fright turned to relief when he saw that it was Nefertiti Ulamat. Not the real Nefertiti of course but the version conjured up by his sexual psyche. It occurred to Kent that he hardly knew the real Nefertiti who worked as a TA in his anthropology 101 class, bet this Nefertiti he knew very well. She had been his guide from the first. To say the least, he was pleased to see her. 

Nefertiti, or Neffie as she liked to be called plopped a cup carryall onto the table with three grande size cups of coffee. The tray overflowed with little half and half creamers and packets of sugar.

"Sumatra times three," Neffie said with a sweet bright smile. 

His pleasure seeing her quickly turned to concern. "Get out of here!" Kent said in a desperate whisper. "I'm with Alice!"

Neffie's smile evaporated as Alice approached with her tray stacked high with food.

"Hello Neffie," Alice said frostily as she sat and claimed one of the coffees along with some creamers and packets of sugar.

"Hi, Alice" Neffie said with a cool edge too as she busied herself with her own cup of coffee.

Did they know each other? Kent wondered. It seemed unlikely. Neffie was a manifestation of Kent's psyche so he had to assume that Alice had read his mind and found her name. Neffie knew of Alice's existence because Alice was a force everyone feared here in the world of the brain tube. In fact, it was Neffie who had first warned her about Alice. Still though, they acted like old friends with hard feelings. 

"Alice and I knew each other before Harriet put the helmet on you," Neffie said timidly.

"How did you—" Kent started to say but Alice cut him off.

"Dude! Really! Everyone can hear your thoughts! Anyway, Neffie and I were kind of friends in the other world too."

Neffie shrugged. "Can't say much about that. That other girl isn't me."

"I thought that Neffie was one of my creations?" Kent asked surprised and confused.

"Neffie first appeared in one of my sexual fantasies," Alice said with a mouth full of pancake. "It was an all girl orgy with a chick named Meka Okuda, Scarlet Johansson and Courtney Cox the sexy cougar version."

Neffie gave a tiny half smile. "Kent has been trying to get to Meka Okuda too."

"Everybody wants to fuck that chick," Alice said. "In the other world she's a photographer. I posed for her a couple of times but never got in her pants."

"The real Alice had fantasies of you too?" Kent asked Neffie in disbelief.

"Don't know," Neffie said. 

"She was on the radar," Alice said. "This Neffie though was my wing girl in almost all my adventures here."

"Until you went ... dark," Neffie said guardedly.

"Until I went dark," Alice repeated with a crisp nod. "I'm sorry."

"You are under constant attack," Neffie said. "I understand."

A long uncomfortable silence followed.

"She's been a good wing girl for me too," Kent said, daring to break the silence.

Neffie smiled. "Part of two people's sexual fantasies makes me a busy girl."

"You asked what happened to me?" Alice said to Kent.

Kent decided he ultimately didn't want to know.

"Too late to back out now," Alice said reading his mind. "I was the first test subject for the ... what did you call it now?"

"The brain tube," Kent said.

"Right, brain tube," Alice said. "Harriet and I are related. First cousins. She thought our family relations was the reason that I volunteer to help. Far from it, I was on a mission of sorts having to do with the technology she was developing ... but that was in the other world and the mission went away with the other Alice. Anyway, I let Harriet put the thing on my head. She thought that my experiences would be ... you know normal or something. Like surfing a big wave, climbing a mountain, kayaking ... whatever. The girl has no imagination if you ask me. Anyway, all my fantasies were sexual."

"Mine too," Kent said.

Alice laughed with very little humor. "Harriet must have thought that she had solved that little glitch if she's at it again. She must have gotten some fresh money from her corporate handlers too." Alice aggressively stabbed ar an obscene length of Portuguese sausage with her fork.

"She can piggyback in Kent's world with some kind of mini helmet," Neffie said. "She thought she could control things first hand. Didn't quite work out that way."

"She can come here? I could talk to her?" Alice asked sounding shocked.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Neffie warned dropping her eyes to her lap.

"The bitch has been trying to kill me for years," Alice said darkly. Her eyes went black on black again.

"I don't think she knows that it's you she's been attacking," Neffie said without looking up.

"Whoa! Did you say YEARS?" Kent asked.

"Yeah! Fucking YEARS!" Alice yelled and stood up from the cafeteria table. "I lived in a dark place for countless fucking YEARS just to stay alive!" Alice started to grow and her skin darkened to a shiny gray-granite. She was about to turn into the ten foot tall obsidian giant that had killed Donny, Jane and Suki. Kent got up and backed away but Neffie remained seated. 




1:23 Ch. 04



"Alice, please," Neffie said in a tone both pleading and soothing.

It worked. Alice reverted to her slim form and sat down heavily.

Neffie looked at Kent standing a few feet away. She patted the spot next to her urging him to sit down again. Reluctantly, he did.

"This dark place," Kent said, "can it happen to me?"

"Only if you die, Alice said taking a savage bite out of the Portuguese sausage at the end of her fork.

Part three-Hello Darkness

"Holy shit!" Kent barked. "The real Alice died while using the helmet? I could die too!" 

Alice kept eating and didn't appear she was going to say more on the subject. 

"The other Alice was fine," Neffie said. "Well kinda ... she didn't die anyway. The real Alice was spazzing out in Harriet's lab. Harriet panicked and pulled the helmet off her head."

"I wasn't spazzing! I was having an orgasm!" Alice said with a mouth full of sausage. "I was in the middle of a threesome with brad Pit and Hugh Jackman for Christ sakes."

"Not Brad Pitt," Neffie said. "It was Orlando Bloom,"

"Yes! Legolas pointy ears and all! What a night that was!"

Neffie cracked a smile.

"Anyway, that idiot Harriet thinks I'm having a fucking seizure and pulls the helmet off my head. The world goes black and I'm falling like ... forever!" Overwhelming Images of Alice falling and screaming filled Kent's head. The Beatles 'Helter Skelter' started up again somewhere in the cafeteria and the images went away. Alice went quiet, put her sausage down and pushed her breakfast plate away. "I thought the falling would go on forever." Tears drifted down her face. In a soft voice, she continued, "Then someone was gripped my hand." Alice looked at her hand like she was seeing it for the first time. She reached over and gently brushed Neffie's cheek and gave the girl a tearful smile. "Neffie saved me from the darkness."

Tears leaked from Neffie's eyes too. "I was falling too," Neffie said. I wanted to give up but I knew that if I did I'd wink out of existence ... die I guess. Then I saw a light. Don't ask me why but I was sure that it was Alice. I willed myself in her direction. The closer I got, the brighter the world became around me. Things became solid ... at some point I stop falling and found myself standing on a floor ... then a grassy hill ... then a beach. It kept changing but it was always solid and calming ... I was scared that it would all go away if I didn't get to Alice."

"You found me," Alice said now gripping one of Neffie's hands.

"We created a world together," Neffie said with a fresh radiant smile.

Alice laughed. "It took a little while in the beginning. I had to get used to the fact that the real Alice went away with the helmet and I was just some computer doppelganger, some freak psychic echo left behind. When I learned to embrace this world we had a fucking blast!"

"Legolas was around a lot in the beginning," Neffie said with a giggle.

"Until I dumped his for Jude Law," Alice said.

"Legolas was pissed!" Neffie said. "He was gonna put an arrow through Jude's head."

"Fortunately John Steward was there to talk sense into him!"

"It was fucking crazy!" Neffie said her eyes full of tears but she was laughing too. 

"John Steward? The Daily show guy?" Kent asked.

"The guy is sexy!" Alice insisted. "I'd fuck him!"

"And that you did!" Neffie said. 

"So you didn't die?" Kent said with relief.

"I did,Kent," Alice said losing the mirth in her voice. "But I was lucky to have my own private Vergil to guide me out of the darkness."

Kent didn't find anything she said to be reassuring. "So you were a friend of Harriet ... you know ... before all this?" Kent asked Alice.

"No, we shared a mutual friend in Ashley Grant thought."

"No way!" Kent said. "I used to date her back in Ohio! She a student here?"

"A grad in the genetic science department. You must know Joy Maeda then?" Alice said. 

"Yeah, she was Ashley's friend. They were inseparable."

"I should look Ashley up," Kent said.

Alice's eyes, whites and all, went totally black.

"Whoa! What did I say?" Kent asked in a panic.

Alice's eyes returned to normal. "I gotta go," she said. "My fold in under serious attack." She gave Kent a hard look. "Stay clear of Harriet. We'll talk more when I get back." She got up and weirdly took her tray with her, dumped her trash and put the tray in the bus area. Kent watched her walk out of the Cafeteria.

Part Four-Visitor from the West 

Kent looked at Neffie. "Is she crazy?" he asked

''She's been under attack for years ... maybe a little bit," Neffie said.

"And MAYBE I should find Harriet and get out of this madhouse."

"You could," Neffie said. "But the moment you leave, Harriet will turn off the brain tube probably for good. Me, Alice, everything," she waved her hands at the interior of the cafeteria, "will be gone like it never happened."

"You said I'm the second person to use the helmet," Kent said. "You're still here. Clearly you survived turning off the first time."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Neffie said sounding cross. "Harriet didn't turn the first helmet off immediately. She downloaded the data into her laptop. At the same time she engaged an organizing program. That program became Huxtable. I hate that fucking bird. The reorganizing of the data was horrible. Alice and I were the only personalities to survived the download. I think I survived because I just happen to be on Alice's mind during the purge. Huxtable couldn't destroy Alice for some reason. Everyone else in the world was torn apart before my eyes, reassembled then compressed." Neffie's eyes dropped and she fiddled with her cup of Sumatra.

After a long pause, Kent asked gently, "Alice said you saved her life."

"Other way around, Neffie whispered. "I was alone for a real long time though ... I refused to die ... I searched until I found her ... can we talk about something else?"

Kent wanted to know more about download but she looked so miserable that he decided to back off on the subject and asked instead, "If I told you to take me to Harriet would you?"

"No. Not until Alice comes back."

"What if she doesn't?"

She didn't answer and kept playing with her coffee cup.

"If I told you that I'd keep Harriet from shutting down the brain tube or downloading the data the way she did the first time. Would that make you happy?"

"Big time," Neffie said giving him one of her dazzling toothy grins. "I still wanna wait for Alice if that's okay."

"Sure, as long as Huxtable don't find us."

"I'll keep an eye out for that dirty bird," Neffie said.

"So Donny's dead?" he asked her. The Donny he was referring to was the brain tube version of his best friend. The real Donny was back in Ohio probably stoned and watching the Comedy Channel.

"Sorry," Neffie said. "I liked him." 

"So what's keeping me from conjuring him up again?" Kent asked.

"I wouldn't," Neffie said seriously. "Alice tried that with a friend that died here. He came back a zombie. He was really scary. Alice had to cut off his head and burn the body."

Kent contemplated what an undead zombie Donny would be like and cringed. A slim pretty girl with creamy brown skin standing in line at the breakfast buffet caught his attention. The girl looked familiar. "Should we go somewhere to keep Harriet's peacock from finding us?" he asked half distracted by the girl at the breakfast buffet line.

"Doesn't work that way," Neffie said. "When Huxtable starts looking he'll find you no mater where you think you are."

"So we just sit here and wait for Alice?" he asked. The girl in line paid for her food and walked in their general direction.

Neffie saw how distracted he was and followed his gaze. "Kent, really? Is this the time for one of your sexual fantasies?"

"What do you mean? It's just some girl I know," he said with an innocent shrug.

The girl walked passed them and sat at a table close by. 

"So you how do you know Mila Kunis?" Neffie asked.

Oh," Kent said intrigued. "Donny is a real fan of hers."

"Clearly you're a fan too," Neffie said with a shake of her head.

"Yeah, but I never stalked her on line the way Donny did." Kent said looking at Kunis with great interest.

"We should REALLY stay focused and wait for Alice's return," Neffie said with a roll of her eyes. 

Kent nodded but his eyes were stuck on Kunis.

"You're thinking with your dick," Neffie said with a sigh. 

"It would be rude to ignore her," Kent said.

Heavy sigh. "Okay, Let's figure out who she is. Recall all the Kunis movies you've seen and call out names of the characters."

"It could be just Mila Kunis," Kent said.

"Not how you work," Neffie said. "You have crushes with the characters on the screen not the real people who play them."

"I would HARDLY call my interest crushes," Kent protested.

"You mooned over Natalie Portman's character from 'Thor' for months. Then there was the blond chick from 'House of Lies,' then the the animated version of Gazelle from 'Enchanted'—"

"I did not have a crush on a CARTOON character," Kent denied adamantly.

"I've been in your head and I beg to differ. Do I need to bring up a certain ice princess' sister from 'Frozen,' voiced by said 'House of Lies chick?"

"Never mind," Kent said quickly. He focused on Kunis. "I'll start with the old TV show she starred in." He looked at Mila and said, "Jackie?" She didn't look up from her food. "I saw 'Friends With benefits' but I don't know the character's name."

"Yes you do," Neffie said. "If you've seen the movie, you know every scene, every line. With the brain tube, you can recall every experience from your life if you chose to."

"The brain tube can do that?" Kent asked surprised. "That's kinda of cool." 

The possibilities of Harriet's invention appeared boundless. But the more he thought about it the less cool it seemed. This could lead to some serious privacy issues, he thought.

"It would be the end of all secrets," Neffie whispered back reading his mind.

Her comment seemed WAY more sinister than his thoughts. "Hope Harriet ain't talking to the NSA," Kent said with a chill.

"Tell me the name of Mila's character from 'Friends With Benefits,'" Neffie said.

Just like that, he was watched the movie from beginning to end on the sofa in Donny's parents' basement back in Ohio. They were eating hot chicken wings and drinking Rolling Rocks. Donny kept making rude comments about Justin Timberlake's character calling him dickless and worst.

"Jamie!" Kent said. Mila didn't respond again. "I didn't see Black Swan even though Donny went on about the lesbian sex scene with Natalie Portman. I saw Ted on Netflicks." He had the name instantly. "Lori?" 

No response from Kunis.

"Did you see Jupiter Rising?" Neffie asked.

"No," Kent said and pondered a bit more."

Mila Kunis stood up from her table and picked up her tray. Her eyes met Kent's and she beamed him a smile. 

"I think she's coming our way," Neffie said.

Mila walked toward them. She wore a simple white summer dress tight at the waist accentuating her pleasing slim figure. She plopped her tray down on the table and sat next to Neffie across from Kent. 

As he admired her beautiful exotic face, kent had a disturbing thought. He swallowed and whispered, "Theodora?"

Mila gave him a radiant smile. "The one and only," she said batting her huge eyes.

"Really? You have a thing for the wicked witch of the west?" Neffie asked incredulously.

Part Five-The Wicked Witch.

"Um ... shouldn't you be green?" Kent asked lamely.

"Not fully wicked just yet. You see before you the version of me before eating the evil apple," Mils Kunis AKA Theodora the wicked witch of the west, said with a small crooked grin as she stabbed a home fry potato with her fork.

After a brief pause to organize his thoughts, Kent asked, "You know what you are?"

"Yes I do, but more importantly, I know what YOU are," Theodora said as she ate her potato.

"What is he," Neffie asked sounding a little haughty. Clearly, she didn't care for the woman.

Responding to Neffie's tone, Theodora gave a fake smiled and said, "We witches are like spiders, people instinctively fear us."

"I'm not afraid of you," Neffie said. "And it so happens that I LIKE spiders. Answer the question. What do you think Kent is?" 

"Theodora's smile lessened a touch. She was disliking Neffie right back. "Kent is the imagined creation of Harriet's enhancer device that represents the real Kent Orlando. 

"We call it the brain tube," Neffie said.

"How droll."

"Why don't you tell us what YOU are?" Neffie asked sternly. It seemed to Kent that Neffie was going out of her way to piss the woman off. He hoped to HELL that this Theodora didn't have magic powers like the character in the movie. 

"I am a simmering sexual fantasy cooked up by Mr. Orlando's hormonally poisoned male psyche."

Kent squirmed at the blunt description. 

"Then shouldn't you be playing the roll instead of straying off character like this?" Neffie asked maintaining her disdainful tone.

"Such a bother," Theodora said. "Why don't we simply cut to the chase? This is a sexual fantasy, right? Mr. Orlando has imagined fucking me ever since he saw the Oz movie." She gave Kent a classic Kunis smile that warmed his blood and thickened a certain part of his anatomy. "But if you insist that I stay in character, I could turn him into a frog first ... or a grunting pig."

Kent looked at her wide eyed, trying to figure out if she was joking or not. 

Theodora laughed as she forked another potato wedge. "No? A pillar of salt? Or is that too biblical? Flay you alive perhaps?"

"We really don't have time for this," Neffie said. 

Kent leaned in and said to Neffie in a stern whisper, "Stop pissing her off." 

"What is your scrappy little friend's name?" Theodora asked Kent without taking her eyes off Neffie. "Never mind. You clearly don't know how to block your thoughts. I'll just take a peek." Seconds later, Theodora said, "Nice to meet you Nefertiti Ulamat. Kent has certainly had fun with you." 

With the wave of her hand, Theodora produced a smoked fill glass ball out of thin air. 

Oh great, she has witches powers just like in the movie, Kent thought with a sinking heart.

The glass ball floated in the air just above the cafeteria table. The image of the actress Sandra Oh appeared in the smoky depths just as Kent unloaded sloppy lines of jizz onto her beautiful upturned face. "There was the gangbang cum facial with Sandra Oh." The image switched to Neffie getting the same from some random guys. "How charming. Then there was the group screw with Grace Park of Hawaii Five-O." The image in the glass shifted to Kent banging away at Grace Park underwater with Neffie floating nearby wearing tight silver spandex. "Seems you missed out on a gangbang fuck with Lucy Liu as the intrepid Joan Watson and featuring the beautiful Devon Aoki supermodel, actress extraordinaire. Seems Mr. Orlando is growing bored with our queen of the lower Nile." The glass ball showed Kent Fucking Devon as several totally blue dudes went at Lucy in a scrum on the same bed. "Mr. Orlando certainly likes Asian celebrities. My exotic Ukrainian eyes and swarthy complexion is right up his ally it would seem." She batted her long lashed eyes for effect.

Confused by the witch's banter, Kent looked at Neffie and asked, "What's happening here?"

"The longer you stay in the helmet's world, the more chaotic things get," Neffie said. "Same thing happened to Alice. Her fantasy characters became quirkier with each new adventure."

"Chaos befits me more than quirky don't you think?" Theodora said as she tossed the glass ball into the air. It turned into a puff of smoke and drifted away. 

"You know, in the beginning of the movie you were kind of nice," Neffie said curtly.

"Yes ... sweet Theodora. Shunned by the great wizard thus launching her onto the path of wickedness." Theodora stood and her summer dress morphed into the outfit she wore at the beginning of the Oz movie: pirate like red jacket, white ruffled blouse, tight riding pants, knee high riding boots and floppy red hat. "If it were up to me, I would have eaten that foul apple in the first reel and saved lots of time."She pranced about in her new outfit for a couple of seconds as if she were on a high fashion runway. She looked sexy as hell, Kent thought. 

"Ow!" Kent barked when Neffie suddenly kicked his shin.

"Stop thinking with your dick," Neffie said. 

"But he wants to have fun," Theodora simpered. "Let's have fun Mr. Orlando. Why don't you ask cute little Nefertiti to get naked right here."

"No way—" Kent started to say.

"Come now!" Theodora said with a forceful edge. "You've been picturing her naked this WHOLE time!" That outburst sounded like Jackie from the TV show adding more strangeness to the moment. Theodora focused her eyes on Neffie.

Neffie stood and pulled her yellow blouse over her head. Kent couldn't tell if she did it voluntarily or if Theodora was somehow in control. Instinctively, he looked around to see who was looking. Unlike the real world though, nobody in the cafeteria seem to be paying attention to Neffie undressing in public. He looked back at Neffie, her slim upper body was covered by a simple white bra, a pleasing contrast with her medium brown skin. Neffie kicked off her beach flip-flops trimmed in yellow, unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her slim legs, her panties were a matching white. Neffie draped her jeans on the seat of the cafeteria bench and adjusted her hair. She looked so sweet and vulnerable standing there in just her white undies.

"Just the way you like her," Theodora said reading his mind.

"You need to put a barrier up to bar your thoughts," Neffie said. "If you tried to read Alice's thoughts all you'll get is the Beatles 'Helter Skelter.'"

Kent's eyes narrowed as he remembered hearing that song a couple of times in Alice's presents. He quickly filled through his memory for songs that he could use as a thought blocker. Snippets of tunes slipped by like he was speeding through an FM radio dial. Suddenly, Norman Greenbaum's 'Spirit in the Sky' flair loud in the cafeteria.

Neffie smiled. "Good one," she said.

"Stop flapping that tongue and get naked!" Theodora said clearly annoyed with Neffie's interference in her little game. Theodora waved her arms and Neffie's bra and panties flew off her body exposing her brown, double A-cups with faint tan lines and small dark brown erect nipples. Below she had a cute tuft of black hair pleasingly accented with more tan lines. Neffie did a dainty little spin to give Kent and the witch a good look at her tight, tan lined ass. Facing front again, she gave the witch a half smile of defiance. 

With smoldering eyes, Theodora waved her arms and her red jacket sparkled with sudden stars then winked away, so did her top and riding pants reducing her to red laced panties and bra, floppy red hat and the black riding boots.

The women stared daggers at each other. 

The tension between the women was thick and palatable. Kent sat there in total carnal conflict. He wanted to grab Neffie by the hand and run for the door. But his dick was in charge now so his eyes kept darting from sweet naked Neffie to the sexily clad Mila Kunis.

Theodora walked up to Neffie and with a long nailed index finger painted red to match her hat, traced circles around one of the girl's tiny breasts. 

"Oh my," Neffie whispered in dismay.

"Having second thoughts little Queen of the Nile?" Theodora asked pleased with Neffie's fresh despair.

"Not at all," Neffie said flatly as she stared in the direction of the cafeteria entrance, "but we have company." Kent followed Neffie's gaze and he saw a peacock standing outside the glass cafeteria doors.




1:23 Ch. 04



Part Six-Harriet's Introduction

"Huxtable," Kent said.

"Harriet's found us," Neffie said.

Sure enough, Harriet stepped into the cafeteria seconds later. She wore jeans, a t-shirt and her signature white lab coat. Harriet saw Kent and marched in his direction ignoring naked Neffie and scantily clad Theodora. She got in Kent's face and said, "You are coming with me!"

"Um," Kent said as his eyes shifted to the wicked witch.

"Who the blazes are you?" Theodora asked not sounding please at all. 

It seem to take some effort for Harriet to turn her head to look at Theodora. Clearly, she was still having trouble functioning in the world of the brain tube, although she seemed to be getting better with each new appearance.

"Go away," Harriet said.

Harriet held her handout. Like a superhero in a comic book, a burst of blue-white energy bust forth striking Theodora square in the chest. The witch slid backwards for several feet on the industrial tiled cafeteria floor. Her floppy red hat fell off her head and one red bra strap slipped off a shoulder exposing her left breast. Harriet turned back to Kent. "I'm serious, come with me now." 

"Oh shit," Kent said looking past Harriet. Theodora transformed. Her creamy brown skin turned a luminescent green, a new hat topped her head, this one black and pointy with a wide brim, she now wore a knockout black dress, long sleeved, tight at the bosom, waist and hips, in her right hand she held a twisted, witch's broom. 

Harriet turned with effort just in time to see the witch advancing on her. Harriet frowned as she held out her hand and touched the witch on the right shoulder. A second burst of blue-white energy enveloped Theodora. This time though, Theodora leaned forward and held her ground. All that Harriet managed to do was tear the front of the witch's new dress exposing the black bra covering her firm B-cups. Harriet's eyes widened. Clearly she had expected a different outcome.

"Never lay hands on me!" Theodora screamed, backed away then pointed the stick end of her broom at Harriet. Harriet gasped as she was lifted off her feet into the air. Her running shoes dropped off her feet and her white lab coat turned to rags and fell off her body onto the cafeteria floor. She hovered, arms pressed at her sides,her legs tightly shut as if bound by invisible ropes. Harriet screamed.

"Let her go!" Kent yelled. Theodora's head snapped in his direction and he quickly regretted his outburst. The witch's eyes glowed a pale green with bright red centers. Her facial features contorted: her eyebrows arched and rose high on her forehead, her nose grew longer and formed a hook, her chin extended as well. It was an evil face for sure but oddly, a sexy one too. That last thought was clearly his dick thinking.

Kent felt an odd pressure in his head and he sensed that it was Theodora trying to read his thoughts, 'Spirit in the Sky' put an end to that. Theodora gave him such a look of black hatred that Kent was sure she was going to blast him to kingdom come. Then quickly her expression softened and she smiled sweetly, which was quite the feat for such an evil face. She looked up at floating Harriet.

"This one doesn't know the trick for blocking thoughts," Theodora said. Harriet made a small whimper as the witch invaded her head. "Ah ... so this is Harriet our creator ... our precious goddess. I'm disappointed I had expected a much darker soul, not this simpering lump."

"Not that I care what happens to you," Neffie said to the witch, "but it's not a good idea to mess with Harriet like this." 

"Let me go!" Harriet yelled as she struggled fruitlessly against her invisible bonds. 

"But why?" Theodora asked ignoring Neffie's caution. Harriet's arms and legs fanned out in a spread eagle position. Theodora passed between Harriet's splayed legs and brushed her long green fingers along a denim covered calf, her fingernails were painted black now. Harriet let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a yelp. "Why so unhappy? You've had countless fantasies in this position." Theodora looked at Kent. "Do you know that our grand creator plays an on line animated S & M game where pretty Japanese girls are tied up and sodomized by faceless men?"

"Shut up!" Harriet yelled struggling violently.

Theodora laughed. "In fact she owns four different versions of the game so she can play on all of her electronic devices. Makes the tedious bus ride home to Kaneohe much more tolerable. Did you know that she belongs to a club that interacts live on line as they play their dirty little games? Our precious creator lacks the courage to participate in the real thing ... but one day ... Maybe?"

Harriet screamed.

"Stop it! She's freaking out!" Kent yelled and dared to take a step forward.

"And you, Mr. Orlando, are high on her fantasy list," Theodora said. 

"Really?" Kent asked taken by surprise at that last tidbit. He assumed that serious scientist Harriet had no interest in him whatsoever. 

"Thinking with your dick again," Neffie said. 

Theodora inspected her torn dress. "This was a designer original," she said with a pout, the expression looked totally foreign on her witches face. She waved her the broom and her black dress disappeared leaving her in black leather bra, black boyshort panties and high boots. Her floppy, pointy hat remained and it came with a neck covering that framed her distorted beautiful green face in total blackness. "She has dirty little thoughts of touching you, Mr. Orlando as you lay insensible in her mad scientist's lab." Theodora stepped toward Kent. 

Half of him wanted to run away, but the other half, namely his dick, was totally turned on my her. And Mr. dick wanted to hear more about Harriet's fantasies of him.

"You have been in a constant state of arousal since putting on Harriet's brain tube," Theodora said. She stood close now. Kent swallowed as he looked into her strange pale green eyes. Her smell was interesting, musky like a well groomed cat. She delicately cupped the bulge in Kent''s denim shorts. "Pretty little Harriet HAS noticed your manly state."

Harriet let out a grunt of rage as she struggled fiercely. Theodora lifted her broom and waved it in Harriet's general direction. There was a bright flash and Harriet had a new outfit. She now wore an all black spandex costume that screamed futuristic samurai warrior complete with samurai sword. A tiara like thing held her elaborate hairdo in place. 

"This pretty outfit is a popular mainstay of the Japanese BDSM animated game scene," Theodora said. Harriet started struggling even more. Theodora laughed.

Neffie gripped Kent's arm. tiptoed and whispered in his ear,"I don't understand, Harriet should be able to blow this bitch to the nether in a blink."

"Want Kent to undress you just like in the games?" Theodora asked struggling Harriet.

"She's not into this. Let her go," Kent said trying to sound manly, but his voice hitched a little. The witch scared the shit out of him.

"I'm in the girl's head and she is WAY into this!" Theodora insisted.

"Oh my, Neffie said softly, "I'm there too. Theodora is right, Harriet's enjoying this at some level."

Kent looked at Harriet and his world went wonky. Harriet's thoughts flooded into his head, although the word thoughts was TOO mild for what he experienced. It was more like a movie in total I-max 3D with Dolby surround sound, smells and tastes thrown in. On top of the sensory input was the shifting emotions. The emotion most dominant was fear laced with bewilderment and humiliation. So THIS is what it's like to read someone's mind he though ... or said ... he wasn't sure. Images and fragmented thoughts came at him from every which way. He found that if he focused he could pluck at individual thoughts as they whizzed by. He grabbed a handful ... instinctively he covered his ears as some all the thoughts came at him at a painful volume. 

... KENT IS A TOTAL IDIOT JOCK... 

... it was so easy to get him to do what I wanted because of his silly crush on Japanese girls like me ... HE'S SUCH A RACIST ... 

... I should tell Kent about the risks.

... Alice is so fucked up because of me and the brain tube ... 

... I WANT TO FUCK KENT ...

Images came at him around the thoughts.

Harriet standing in front of a mirror practicing alluring looks.

Harriet standing over Kent laying helpless on the hospital bed, her eyes focused on his bulging crotch. 

Then in an overwhelming deluge, all the BDSM game stuff came flooding in. Almost all involved animated female figures stripped naked, humiliated and ravaged. It was too much, Kent 's brain shut down. Next he knew he was kneeling on the cafeteria floor breathing hard. Neffie knelt beside him and helped him back to his feet.

Theodora laughed. "I suggest you take thoughts one at a time." 

"I'm sorry," Harriet whispered still spread eagle, invisibly bound and floating above the floor.

Theodora waved her broom and Harriet lowered down so that her feet touched the floor.

"She wants you to humiliate her," Theodora said in a sing song way. "Test the waters, take off something innocuous. Start with a shoe."

"Harriet," Kent said addressing her directly, feeling that this was all wrong. 

"Just do it," Harriet said with a bent head not meeting his eyes. 

Kent knelt, delicately held her leg and slipped off a slipper like shoe.

"Cinderella in reverse," Theodora said with a small cackle befitting of a witch. 

Harriet raised her head and gave the witch a stony look but didn't say a word. 

"What we need are naked masked men made to order," Theodora said and waved her arms in a flourish. Three naked, dark skinned men, athletically muscled, wearing white ski masks stepped forward from the fringes of the cafeteria, all three sported serious erections. "You know the drill," Theodora said, to the naked men, "but leave the last bits of clothing for Mr. Orlando."

The masked men closed in on Harriet and violently ripped away her remaining shoe, gloves, wrist guards, leggings, sword belt and sword. The tiara like thing on her head was pulled away roughly and her long dark hair spilled over her face. The metal cuffs around her wrists were unsnapped and they fell to the cafeteria floor with ringing metallic clangs. Aside from a few grunts, Harriet remind silent. When the naked men stepped back, Harriet was reduced to a snug one piece black bathing suit. Beads of sweat dotted Harriet's brow and her chest heaved with each deep breath she took. Her eyes drilled into the witch. If the old saying 'if looks could kill' were true, Theodora would be a dead smoking heap. 

One of her masked minions picked up the samurai sword from off the floor and handed it to the witch. Kent eyed the sword with disquiet as the overhead lights flashed off its sleek, deadly sides. The witch handed the sword to Neffie and said. "Cut away the suit my naked little queen." 

Neffie let go of Kent's arm and took hold of the sword. Stupidly, Kent had forgotten that Neffie was naked. In spite of how freaked out he was, he couldn't help spying her pleasing little brown ass as she stepped up to Harriet. Neffie gripped the suit at Harriet's hip and quickly cut it away in one upward slice reducing Harriet to skimpy black panties and black sports bra. 

Harriet didn't have what Kent would call an athletic body, but she was nowhere near overweight and was pleasantly curvy everywhere with nicely shaped c-cup breasts. 

Neffie turned her head and look Theodora firmly in the eye. The witch gave her a crooked evil smile. "Dare you?" Theodora asked in a smug tone.

Neffie spun and slashed the sword at Theodora's front from head to toe in a blur of unexpected speed, 

"Holy fuck!" Kent yelled.

Naked Neffie did a dramatic little spin then posed frozen in a classic samurai movie stance with the sword held above her head. With horror, Kent's eyes swept over Theodora expecting the gory worst. The witch didn't look any worse for ware though, clearly Neffie had missed or more likely, never intended to cause harm. Then seconds later, Theodora's leather bra fell in half and dropped to the floor. Then amazingly, her panties fell in half at the front too. Theodora looked down and fingered her exposed pubic mound. "You split a few hairs my little pretty," the witch said with a girly giggle, again sounding like Jackie from the TV show. With a hard tug, Theodora ripped away her shredded panties and dropped them to the the floor. "Your turn Mr. Orlando, cut, cut, snip, snip."

Neffie relaxed her stance and handed Kent the sword giving him a cute half smile and a shrug. He regarded her with new respect, apparently, NOTHING in this world is as it seemed. His eyes flickered back to the now naked green witch. Her nipples were a dark maroon with a bit of burnt orange at the tips, her pubic hair jet black.

"Have the whole tour," the witch said enjoying his gaze. She did a little spin to show him her tight green ass and the backs of her shapely legs. 

Kent's eyes flickered to spreadeagled Harriet. Her C-cup chest rising and falling. Harriet's eyes met his, she snapped her head to one side to get the hair out of her face but that caused more to cascade down. Theodora stepped up and gently brushed the fallen hair aside and pinned it behind an ear. The wicked witch caressed the right side of Harriet's flushed face with the tip of her gnarly broom. Harriet instinctively turned her face away.

Theodora gave a husky laugh and said to Kent, "What are you waiting for? Don't you want to see our creator's pearly flesh?"

Kent stepped forward, pinched at the section of the black sports bra between Harriet's breasts, slipped the sword beneath being careful to keep the blade away from her skin and cut. The bra snapped away and dropped to the floor with the rest of her discarded clothing. Kent's heartbeat quickened and his breathing fell in sync with Harriet's exposed pale, heaving Cs. He pinched at the panties over her left hip and cut away. Her bush was full and nicely shaped. He absently wondered if the body he was looking at truly represented the real Harriet or was it an ideal image she had formed for herself? Or was this HIS ideal version of her. Either way, he liked what he saw. 

"On your knees," Theodora said waving her broom. Harriet dropped to her knees with her arms still splayed out. "Is our creator ready to suck cock?"

Harriet's expression turned to panic.

Despite his current carnal hormonal overload, Kent spoke up, "You don't have to do this, Harriet."

"You can stop all this with a just a thought," Neffie said.

"But she DOESN'T want this to end," Theodora said. "Our sweet little lab rat is totally into the moment. She has played this game a thousand times on line. Read her mind, take a look."

"Stay out of my head," Harriet mumbled.

"I will," Kent assured her but found himself falling into Harriet's mind regardless. Theodora had pushed him ... maybe.

At a brisk pace, images of all the on line animated games Harriet played raced before his eyes. Along with the game images were countless views of Harriet masturbating while looking in a mirror mounted over a bed. Was the mirror in her home or did she go somewhere else to do the dirty deed? Learning his lesson, Kent plucked at just a single passing thought. He found himself standing at what was clearly Harriet's bedroom looking down at her as she lay naked on her back masturbating. Her eyes were glued to a large laptop computer sitting on the bed near her right hip. Some gangbang porn scene playing out on the computer screen. Kent looked up over the bed but saw no mirror. Again he wondered if the overhead mirror was a fantasy or a special place she went. He looked back at Harriet, her eyes glued to the laptop screen.

"Thought only us guys did that," Kent said aloud to no one in particular. 

Theodora was at his side. She took his arm and gave it a friendly squeeze. "That is Sasha Gray in the video, Harriet's favorite," the witch said. "She has wanked off to Ms. Gray being ravaged HUNDREDS of times. They have similar body shapes don't you think?"

Harriet had a bit more boob and slightly softer curves, Kent thought but there were some similarities.

In a dizzying spin Kent stood in the cafeteria again with Theodora still holding his arm. The witch pulled away and took the samurai sword from Kent right hand. He had forgotten he was holding it. 

"This may be the closest our deer Harriet will ever come to living out her Sasha Gray fantasies," Theodora said as she pointed the sword at the space between Harriet's breasts. The sword abruptly turned to smoke and Theodora casually fanned it away with her hands. Tears leaked from Harriet's eyes and it made Kent feel like shit. Theodora stepped in close to bound Harriet and delicately brushed a tear aside with a finger and said softly, "You are going to make BILLIONS with your brain tube invention." The witch leaned in so that her hooked nose nearly touched Harriet's right cheek. The witch's tongue flickered out, it was a dark grayish green ... and forked. Harriet flinched and turned away as best she could. Theodora backed away and yelled, "Time to suck some cock little darling!" Theodora let out a witch's cackle as the masked men closed in on Harriet. 

Harriet let out a moan as a stiff cock was pushed at her closed lips. She shook her head violently in resistance. Theodora laughed insanely and pranced around the scrum of men surrounding Harriet twirling her broom over her head like one of those advertizing sign guys you see on the streets.

Part Seven-Witches Pick.

Neffie squeezed in next to Kent and whispered in his ear, "While they're both distracted we can make a run for it."

"Sure," Kent said automatically but didn't move. He stared mesmerized as Harriet gave in and allowed a cock into her mouth. One of the masked guys knelt behind her and roughly groped her tits, the third guy rudely tapped the tip if his penis against the left side of her forehead. 

"Now dick brain!" Neffie whispered urgently as she tugged at Kent's arm.

Reluctantly, Kent turned and stepped away. They almost made it to the cafeteria exit when they heard Theodora say, "Where are you off to my little monkeys?"

Neffie and Kent broke into a run but it proved too late as two new naked masked men stepped in from the outside to block the exit.

Kent eyed the new naked guys that blocked their way. Both had a couple of inches on him and were well muscled. Kent knew he had slim hopes of taking one out let alone both. Neffie and Kent turned to face Theodora who stood looking on, green and gloriously naked. 

"Why don't you give Harriet a hand?" Theodora said to Neffie.

Kent turned to face the muscle guys again. He was about to get his as kicked but he was gonna go down fighting. 

Neffie gripped his hand. "Don't, I'll be fine," she assured him. 

Kent helplessly watched as Neffie marched to where Harriet knelt followed by her muscled escort. Without being told, she dropped to her knees and worked the nearest erection with her hands and mouth. For a few moments, Kent watched both women sucking cock. A tiny part of his brain begged him to make a run for the door. But he stood frozen. No way he was gonna abandon Neffie ... and he had to admit, he wanted to watch. 

"Men like to watch," Theodora said standing along side Kent, casually gripping his arm again like they were friends watching the sunset.

"Reading my mine?" he asked. 

Theodora laughed. "You're male, darling."

"And predictable thinking with his dick," Neffie took the time to say. 

"When she's not talking, our little Egyptian queen is an impressive cock sucker don't you think?" Theodora said. "Our Japanese lab rat too."

Kent nodded mindlessly. 

Theodora waved her broom and Harriet's arms dropped to her sides. She quickly put her freed hands to use by gripping the cock moving in and out of her mouth to slow down the brisk pace.




1:23 Ch. 04



"Time to fuck the little pretties," Theodora said to her masked minions.

Two men picked up Harriet by her arms and carried her to a cafeteria table nearby, the people sitting there quickly grabbed their food trays and cleared out. A third masked man grabbed Neffie and fireman carried her to another table. There were five masked men in all now, three crowded around Harriet, two focused on Neffie. The group with Harriet had her spayed out on the long table, two held her down by the shoulders, the other crawled on the table and knelt between her legs slowly stroking his erection

"Put it in me you fucking freak," Harriet said through clenched teeth at the masked man stationed between her legs. 

The guy leaned forward, propped himself on one out stretched arm, gripped his hardon with his free hand and guided his erection to Harriet's opening, the two holding her down relaxed their grips, crowded in pushing their hardons at her face. Ignoring the penises pressing at her head, Harriet gave the guy inside her a look of focused intensity ... or pure hatred, Kent couldn't tell which. Harriet made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a growl as the guy between her legs got moving.

Kent's eyes slipped over to Neffie at the table nearby. She road one of her guys in the reverse cowboy as the other firmly fondled her tiny little tits. The one feeling her tits leaned in and kissed her mouth through the mouth hole of his mask. Neffie kissed back with gusto. Unlike Harriet, Neffie seemed to be in control of her situation or more accurately, preferred to be in control. 

Part Eight-Doing the Witch

"Everyone is playing so nicely," Theodora said as she gave Kent's arm a fresh affectionate squeeze. "I wanna play too." She slipped around to face Kent and pulled him in for a teasing quick kiss with her black painted lips. Their mouths parted and she laughed huskily. Kent learned she wore no lipstick, her lips were naturally colored black. She pulled him in hard for a long harder kiss, he had six inched plus on her and he had to bend deep to make it happen. Her arms wrapped around his neck like a vice, her forked tongue snaked into his mouth which he found disquieting yet quite thrilling at the same time. 

Her pointy black hat fell off as the kiss advanced. He shut his eyes and his hands drifted down to grip her slim green ass. The kiss ended and his eyes flickered open. To his surprise Theodora had reverted back to her normal Mila Kunis face and skin tone. 

Looking up into his face with her big gorgeous eyes, she gave him a genuine bewildered look and said, "You seem disappoint."

Oddly, he was. "Not everyday a guy gets to kiss a naked green wicked witch." 

She let out a girlish giggle that made him think Jackie again. "I'm touched that you like the witch more. I'll give you a compromise." Her skin reverted back to green but her features stayed Kunis. Her tongue darted out and brushed over her top black lip, he noticed that it was still forked. She gave him a sweet smile as she gripped the front of his t-shirt with both her hands and gently fondling his firm chest beneath the cloth. Then abruptly, she pulled his t-shirt into her fists and tore it down the middle with unexpected freakish strength. She tossed the two pieces of cloth off to the side then assaulted the snap of his shorts. He quickly took charge of that to prevent her from causing him pain in sensitive areas. When he was fully naked, she pressed in for another aggressive kiss. 

When the kiss ended, the witch said, "Unlike your little friends, I prefer comfort when I'm fornicating." She waved her broom and a large circular bed with silky black sheets, piled high with black heart shaped pillows formed from tendrils of smoke. Theodora took him by the hand and lead him between the tables were Harriet and Neffie were getting it on. Kent slowed to watch Harriet taken from behind as she alternated sucking the cocks of two kneeling masked men. 

"She certainly has gotten into the swing don't you think? Theodora said. 

He nodded as he turned to spy Neffie who lay beneath one of her masked men doing her in the missionary as she mouthed the balls of the second guy straddling her face.

"Come along," Theodora said tugging at Kent's hand. He resisted wanting to watch more. Using her freakish strength, the witch pulled at him so violently that he was yanked off his feet. He yelped as he flew at the bed hitting it with a bounce. Theodora leaped in after him, forcibly pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. She looked down at him with eyes of evil intent, she looked absolutely dangerous, green and beautiful. She ran her finger over his chest, bent and licked a nipple with her freaky, green-gray forked tongue. Her lips covered the nipple, she suckled it hard, then she bit. He gasped for the bite was nowhere near gentle ... the woman was a witch so he expected no less. She moved up to his mouth, they kissed roughly. At the same time, she gripped one of his hands and guided it to her wet opening, she was wet and warm, feverishly warm. She broke the kiss and said, "I'm ready if you are." She rose up, gripped his super hard erection and lowered herself down. Inside she was hot almost to the point of pain.

She kiss him again then sat up abruptly and smiled down at him with predatory lust. He wondered if a female praying mantis gave her unfortunate mate the same look just before killing him and eating his head. Theodora planted an arm on either side of his head and got her hips into into a fast hearty roll. 

"You like fucking a witch?" she asked hot and breathy.

"Yeah," he said.

"Not Glenda or Samantha or Bellatrix or Ursula but THE witch!" she said.

"Oh yeah."

"THE Wicked Witch of the West!" 

She sat up and ran her hands through her now wild and messy blue-black hair, her green face and body shiny with perspiration, her maroon and burnt orange nipples hard, erect and inviting. He sat up to take one of her exotic nipples into his mouth but she pushed him back down savagely and yelled, "Fucking Oz to hell! I'm coming!" She dropped down, covered his mouth with her mouth, forced her tongue in and came with such violence that Kent had to grip the sheets to keep them from sliding off the bed. She ended the kiss and sat back up. 

What the hell?" Kent said when he realized that they were floated three or four feet above the bed. It was too much like that spooky scene from the Exorcist for his liking and on instinct he flailed about then clung desperately to her.

She laughed and said, "Relax, lover, I got you," She leaned in for a firm kiss. Kent kept his eyes open and let out a moan when they spun putting him above her. The moment Theodora ended the kiss, the pair dropped to the bed like stones. Kent screamed in an unmanly fashion even though the bed thoroughly cushioned their fall. Theodora laughed again. "Let's see how your friends are fairing."

"Um ... I'd rather keep going," he said. She paid him no heed, rolled off him and the bed. She pulled at his arm so he had no choice but to follow. 

Harriet lay on her back screaming a litany of obscenities as a masked man pumped her with gusto. Her remaining two masked guys knelt on either side of her gripping their perspective erections. Then quiet suddenly, the kneeling pair sprayed copious lines of white over Harriet's chest invoking more obscenities from her. In the middle of her cussing stream, Harriet' shut her eyes and came with ferocious upheaval. The guy pumping her pulled out and ejaculated across her belly, and like his comrades before him, he came in voluminous Perter North fashion.

"No one come on her face," Theodora said, with mocking concern. " Humiliation is the name of your little game is it not? You must be soooo disappointed." 

Harriet lay spent on the cafeteria table her chest heaving from excretion. "No more," she said in a raspy whisper between harsh gulps of air. Kent's thoughts raced ... seeing Harriet covered in jizz and clearly unhappy was alarming ... and a total fucking turn on. 

He looked over at Neffie. Her situation with her masked men seemed the polar opposite from Harriet. Both of her men had lost the masks revealing handsome dark faces with Polynesian features. One cradled her gently in his spread lap as the other slid in and out of her in slow even plunges. "I'm coming!" Neffie called out then quickly pulled down the guy fucking her and covered his mouth with a kiss, muffling her next cries of pleasure.

Theodora shook her head in disapproval at Neffie's gentle love making. "Those poor boys deprived of depravity." Theodora slapped each of Neffie's unmasked lovers on the shoulder. "Sweet Harriet might want another go round. Go put it to her, chop, chop. And put your darling masks back on." The two men pulled away from Neffie, donned their masks and walked to where Harriet lay still breathing hard.

"I'm done," Harriet whispered again.

"Don't think so!" Theodora said with a fresh dark scowl, her facial features reverting back to the high eyebrows, hooked nose and pointy chin. She grabbed Harriet by the arm, dragged her off the table and forced her to kneel on the cold cafeteria floor. Harriet crossed her arms in front of her breasts and tilted her face toward the floor. Theodora pointed at Neffie's lovers. "Come on the little whore!" the two men flanked kneeling Harriet. Theodora dropped to her knees facing Harriet. "Don't you want the full package? Don't you want your long awaited twisted Sasha Gray ending?" 

Harriet shook her bowed head. 

Theodora growled with rage, grabbed Harriet by the hair and yanked her head back. "Come on her my minions!" she commanded. The men gripped their perspective erections, pointed the tips at Harriet's face and obeyed their master's command. 

Harriet flinched as jets of semen flew at her face but she made no attempt to move away from the onslaught. Kent breathed out with fresh excitement watching Harriet's face painted from forehead to chin with dripping lines, a sizable mess globed in her hair. 

Harriet rose to her feet with her arm still crossed in front of her chest, a tight jawed expression frozen on her face. Kent was thoroughly turned on by the messy sight of her, the stuff in her hair seemed to attract his dirty interest the most. With cold eyes, Harriet looked down at kneeling Theodora. Kent felt a tight squeeze at his left arm and looked to find Neffie at his side. 

"Better step back," Neffie whispered, "Harriet's found her moxie."

Part Nine-The great Escape

"I said I was done," Harriet whispered flatly to kneeling Theodora.

The witch rocked her head back and laughed up at her.

Neffie pulled at Kent to make him back away but he shook her off and held his spot. He grip his steely dick with hope of having another go at the witch or perhaps Harriet. 

"We have to go," Neffie whispered firmly.

Harriet was steaming ... literally. Her skin glowed a salmon pink cooking off the male fluids covering her face and body. "Yeah," Kent agreed as his survival instinct trumped his dick. 

Theodora's expression quickly turned from evil mirth to surprise and she stood up.

"I said I was done," Harriet repeated louder this time. Kent heard the fury in her tone.

Theodora held out her arm and her broom came flying to her. "Seize her!" the witch yelled to her naked minions. The five masked men rush at Harriet but all quickly back away for it appeared that Harriet was way too hot to touch. "Bungling fools! Subdue her or face MY wrath!"

One of the five threw himself at Harriet, gripped her at the waist and lifted her off her feet. Harriet didn't struggle or try prying him loose, in fact she put her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. Kent and Neffie looked on in horror as the guy's mask burst into flames and quickly burned away revealing a face in total agony. He screamed bloody hell. 

"Holy fuck," Kent said as he watched the guy's hair burn and crackle like dry grass. Soon, all of him from head to toe was burning. The screaming was horrible but mercifully brief. Harriet, who now looked like she was made of red glowing coals, let the guy go and a smoking black husk that looked vaguely human fell to the cafeteria floor. The remaining four minions broke for the door apparently deciding that the witch's fury was preferable to burning alive. A pack of panicking students and staff followed them out. Kent wanted to head for the exit too but Harriet and the witch barred the way so he simply backed away as far as he could with naked Neffie at his side. 

Theodora made an animal like sound and pointed the straw end of her broom at Harriet. A bolt of sickly green lighting shot from the broom and hit Harriet square in the chest. To Theodora's dismay, Harriet didn't even finch.

"Scarecrow's balls!" the witch yelled.

"I'm going to kill you," Harriet said.

"Never!" Theodora screamed and quickly raised her broom. Harriet braced for another spell attack but the witch did the unexpected by quickly mounting her broom then smashed her way through the front window of the cafeteria. A beat later, Harriet the living firebrand ran through the broken window in literal hot pursuit leaving behind sizzling footsteps. 

A flash of bright light to Kent's right made him flinch. "Now what?" he asked with dread.

"Alice is back!" Neffie yelled with joy.

Kent wasn't as joyful when he saw Alice kneeling near the breakfast buffet in her ten foot tall obsidian form. Immediately, she began to shrink down to her petite self. She looked seriously disheveled not to mention naked. Neffie ran to her and helped her to stand.

"Why are you two naked?" Alice asked Neffie.

"I was about to ask the same of you," Neffie said.

"Long story," Alice said.

"Same here," Neffie returned. "What happened?"

"My fold is gone," Alice said flatly.

"Oh no," Neffie said wide eyed.

"Everything ... gone ..." Alice said hollowly as tears ran down her face.

Kent still didn't quite understand how this world of the brain tube worked. A part of him was still convinced this was all a hyped up fantasy created by his brain. Yet Alice's emotional state seemed so real ... so awful to behold. He didn't know what to say so he did the next best thing, he said nothing.

"What happened?" Neffie asked. She was crying too.

"It was a new killer program Harriet sent out ... at first it was kind of innocuous and a little goofy. Then things got sexual ... I thought it was something from Kent's fold ... I kind of like it ... I let my guard down and things turned vicious ... I was taken by surprise ... I barely got away." She let out a heart wrenching sob. "Everybody is gone Neffie! That fucking thing multiplied and started EATING everybody!" She collapsed into a ball in Neffie's arms. 

Neffie stroked her hair. "Fucking cunt Harriet," Neffie mumbled. "Hope Theodora gets a couple of good licks in."

Alice's head popped up. "Harriet was here?"

Neffie nodded.

"We have to talk to her! That killer program is still on the loose. It looked me in the eye and told me she was gonna destroy every fold because we're defective, dirty and wrong."

"She?" Kent asked, finally daring to speak up.

"We gotta find Harriet!" Alice said as she got to her feet. "Which way did she go?" Kent and Neffie pointed at the broken window. "What was she doing?" Alice asked.

"She was chasing after the Wicked Witch of the West," Neffie said.

Alice gave Neffie a puzzled look. Neffie pointed a thumb at Kent clearly putting all the blame on him. 

"Oh," was all that Alice said.

Alice and Neffie headed for the door gingerly stepping around bits of broken glass.

"Um ... wait," Kent said as he scrambled around to find his clothes. 

"Not time!" Neffie yelled at him.

Reluctant and naked, Kent followed them. 

The commons quad was relatively deserted and eerily quiet. Of course, if this was the real world, campus security and the cops would be everywhere, a few choppers in the air, reporters thick on the ground. Some students stopped and gawked at the tree naked people standing in front of the shattered window of the Aloha cafeteria, but that was about it. A scream filled the air, it was high and shrill. Kent couldn't tell if it was a man or woman.

"Fucking hell!" Alice said. "We gotta find high ground fast!"

The most obvious place was the nearest circular dorm tower. Alice ran at the tower, Neffie and Kent fell in behind her. They burst into the shabby lobby startling the student desk attendant from the book he was reading.

"Stairs!" Alice yelled.

The attendant didn't say a thing and stared at the three naked people suddenly before him. 

"This way," Kent said, taking the lead. As they burst into the stairwell, they heard a scream behind them, Kent assumed that it was the poor guy at the desk. 

It was twelve flights to the top and with his long legs, Kent took the stairs three at a time. Neffie and Alice had to hoof it ti keep up. Stupidly, he chanted with each new flight of stairs, "There's no place like home! There's no place like home! He was too scare to worry about how unmanly he was behaving." 

They finally burst through the door at the top of the building and ran to the edge to look down at the quad. People were running everywhere. Well ... not all were people. Some were dark stick figures too thin to be people. The skinny things ran in packs and were chasing after the people. When they got a hold of someone, the skinnies would swarm like ants. 

"What are they?" Neffie asked. 

"Part of the cleansing program sent by Harriet and that fucking peacock of hers," Alice said. "I didn't think they would follow me into Kent's fold. Guess I was wrong. I'm their primary target. If I let them have me maybe—"

"Don't even think it!" Neffie said.

They watched the dark skinny things below chasing after anything that moved. Countless screams started and stopped. With a sinking feeling, Kent watched a large clump of skinnies gather at the base of the dorm tower across from them. They climbed over each other until they were at the first floor windows were they smashed through windows and crawled into rooms. Muffled screams came from some of the rooms. It didn't take them long to climb up to the second floor and then the third. Kent didn't have to look over the edge to know that the same was happening to the building they were standing on. 

"They're destroying the trees, the lampposts, the buildings, even the ground," Neffie side in disbelief.

"They're not destroying, they're eating," Alice said.

Kent couldn't imagine anything more horrifying then being eaten alive. "We're fucking doomed," Kent said.

"Kent's fold is huge!" Alice said. "Not like mine which had shrunk over the years. We can hide somewhere and maybe find a way to stop this. We can find Harriet and talk some sense into her." She turned to Kent. "Get us out of here."

Kent looked back at her baffled. 

"This is your fold!" Neffie said. "Conjure up something that will get us FAR from the Honolulu Campus!"

"I couldn't get a descent cup of coffee!" Kent yelled. 

"Focus, you'll come up with something!" Neffie pleaded.

He tried to focus but all he could do was watch the dark skinnies across the way. They were up to the fifth floor now. Seven more floors to go. He looked at Alice in a panic and said, "YOU come up with something! You've been doing this for years!"

"My fold is gone!" she yelled. "My power went with it!"

He looked at Neffie with desperation. "I have a tiny fold," she said. "But I'm not like you and Alice. I came from YOUR heads. Souls like me have limitations."

Kent tried to focus again but the eating sound of the of the skinnies blocked out all thoughts. 

"Use that!" Alice said pointing at his penis.

Kent's gaze dropped and he noticed he was still fully erect. How could that possibly be? "You want me to think with my dick?" he asked bewildered.




1:23 Ch. 04



"Yes!" both woman yelled as one.

"This will be a first," he mumbled as he closed his eyes to think of something but all thoughts were drowned out by the sound of the eating skinnies. They made a weird wet collective clicking noise. He imagined fire ants making the same sound swarming over a big fat defenseless grub ... the skinnies sound like insects ... insects can fly ... if we were insects we could fly away ... flying insects in the sky ... bees, butterflies, mosquito, dragonflies ... fireflies ... in Ohio the fireflies came out in early summer ... around June ... near the Oliver River ... Fireflies ... Oliver River ... Firefly ... River ... Zoe, Inara, Kaylee ...

A roar from above drowned out the eating skinnies. Kent opened his eyes and looked up. To his astonishment he saw what Had to be a space craft slowly dropping to the rooftop. 

"Good one!" Neffie yelled to be heard over the roar of the descending ship.

The little spaceship dropped landing legs and settled almost feather like on the the building top. Immediately, the loading bay hatch dropped and Zoe Washburne in all her curvy glory scrambled down the loading ramp, her wavy hair whipping around her head, a mean looking pistol hugged one hip. With inhuman speed, Zoe Washburne drew her pistol and pointed it at Kent.

"What the fuck!" Kent yelled. 

The pistol went off with a deafening boom. Kent screamed. Something brushed the back of his legs. Still screaming, he jump forward and turned around. Zoe had killed a skinny that had crawled over the edge of the building onto the roof top. The vaguely black human shaped lay face down twitching. Zoe casually walked over and with the toe of her boot flipped the thing over onto its back. It looked way less human up close. It had no eyes in its lumpy head, its mouth gaped open full of jet black needle sharp teeth, its limbs were way too skinny and bristled with ugly barbs. Both hands and feet ended in long claws made for shedding. At the center of the thing's chest was a big gaping hole made by Zoe's bullet, the wound oozed luminescent fluid that looked like mercury. A weird slit ran across the thing's belly. Zoe gave it a hard kick in the ribs. The slit on the thing's belly opened, it was another mouth with more black sharp teeth.

"Time to clear out," Zoe said. She scrambled back up the ramp of the Firefly with Kent and Alice at her heels. In spite of his fear, Kent admire Zoe's shapely ass as he ascended the ramp close behind her. Alice stopped halfway up. Kent stopped too. Neffie was still standing on the rooftop at the bottom of the ramp.

"Come on!" Alice yelled at her.

"I have to protect my fold!" Neffie yelled staying put.

"With all my powers I couldn't stop this from happening to mine!" Alice yelled.

"You're a warrior, a fighter," Neffie said. "I'm not! My fold is small, I can hide it!" She looked so tiny and defenseless standing naked at the base of the ramp with her long dark hair whipping around her.

"Get on the ship, Neffie!" Kent yelled. 

"She's not coming," Alice said.

"You can't let her go!" Kent yelled.

"It's her choice," Alice said.

Several skinnies spilled over the edge of the building but they were brutally driven back by a barrage of automatic gunfire from spinning guns on the wings of the spaceship.

"We have to leave NOW!" Zoe yelled from inside the ship.

Several more skinnies came over the edge.

Neffie turned and ran for the rooftop door and just like that, she was gone.

The ramp started to rise, Kent and Alice backed into the belly of the ship.

"Get us out of here, River!" Zoe yelled.

Kent felt the ship rise, spin then accelerate. 

"What now?" Kent asked.

"We find Harriet," Alice said solemnly.



1:23 Ch. 05



Author's note: All characters depicted are over twenty years old.

*****

Chapter One Harriet's Dilemma 

The university tech center had a small locker room and shower for graduate students and researchers who stayed overnight on projects. Harriet Kono stood in a shower stall under the flow of hot water as the shakes racked her body. She was alone, the locker room and shower were seldom used. She was near tears but stamped down on the urge. Her experiences in Kent Orlando's fantasy world had been traumatic and awful. Yet under all that was an undeniable thrill of sexual excitement. The moment Harriet shut her eyes to soap her face, the thrill intensified and her right hand slipped between her legs in automatic response. She opened her eyes, jerked her hand away from her crotch, then soaped her body vigorously.

"None of it happened," she reminded herself aloud as shower gel flew every which way. "None of it was real."

But the instant she closed her eyes to soap her face again Mila Kunis AKA the wicked witch of the west in all her green glory, cackled and mocked as she goaded her naked masked minions to ravage Harriet. Dirty hot excitement licking at the edges of Harriet's distraught mind. Her hand was between her legs again. She willed her hand away and moaned in despair as a fresh tremor shook her body. Shockingly, she was microns away from an orgasm. Angry at her lack of self control, she opened her eyes, quickly rinsed and slipped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel from a stack of them near the shower entrance and vigorously dried her body and hair. 

She looked up at the ubiquitous round university clock over the door. Thirty one minutes had lapsed since she had entered then exited the world of the brain tube. Of those thirty one minutes only three of them had occurred in Kent's fantasy world. The remaining twenty eight minutes were of her staggering to the locker room tearing off her clothes and washing obsessively. 

"Just three stupid minutes," she said and buried her face in the towel to stifle a moan. 

It had felt like a whole day to her. It was disorienting the way brain tube messed with her sense of time. 

"End this. Take the fucking thing off Kent's head," she babbled then quickly put the breaks on that thought. 

The last time she prematurely removed the brain tube mid engagement the test subject had reacted violently. Guilt piled on top of her anxiety. That first test subject had been her cousin Alice Mihara. The moment Harriet had pulled the brain tube off her cousin's head, the girl started raving about how she needed to complete her fantasy so that she could save her friend Britt and travel to another dimension to find her way home. Harriet's attempts to calm Alice earned her a fat lip and a host of bruises. If not for Ashley and Joy showing up, Harriet might have been seriously hurt. She didn't want to go through that again. Plus Kent was no petite Japanese chick like her cousin. He was over six feet tall and an athlete. 

Alice's fantasy world had been totally sexual. Harriet came up with the auxiliary helmet so that she could go in to guide Kent into less carnal areas of his psyche. She let out a mirthless laugh. 

"Boy did THAT go wrong." 

Harriet had found herself right in the middle of Kent's raunchy adventure and there was nothing she could do about it. To make matters worst, the helmet sought out her own dark sexual secrets. Fifty Shades of Gray was just holding hands compared to what the helmet came up for her. She shivered as the ugly voice of the wicked witch of the west filled her head. 

"FUCK HER MY BEASTIES! COME ON HER FACE! COME ON THE LITTLE JAPANESE LAB RAT!"

Harriet rubbed at her face as imagined lines of warmth striped her from chin to forehead. The wicked witch's horrible cackling wouldn't go away and the urge to take another shower overwhelming. 

"I gotta get control of this!" she said firmly.

She dropped her towel on a bench and with her thoughts racing way ahead of her, Harriet marched out of the dressing area and headed to her section of the tech research facility. It wasn't until she had her hand on the door knob of her office that she realized she was naked. 

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. 

Beyond panic, she looked around wildly as she fumbled to open her lab door. She slipped in, closed the door and quickly turned the lock. It was just pure dumb lucked that no one had been in the halls.

"Lolo Japanee girl!" she said. A fresh wave of the shakes made her hug herself. "No make," she whispered. She was too freaked out to notice that she had spoken aloud in local pidgin. Pidgin made her sound unscientific and she had gone to great lengths to purge herself of the it over the years. Her friends teased her about it constantly called her a Twinkie or banana, yellow on the outside and white on the inside. 

Harriet now had scientific proof that what happened to Alice wasn't a fluke. She could no longer deny that the helmet had unforeseen side effects on the user. Alice had been under for just fifteen minutes. She dread to think what was happening to Kent as he closed in on two hours. 

When the shakes subsided, she rummaged around her office for something to wear but found nothing. She went around the partition that divided the office from the lab where Kent Orlando lay in an adjustable hospital bed with the brain tube device covering most his head. On instinct, she crossed one arm over her naked c-cups and cupped a hand over her pubic area. She needn't had bothered, Kent was still deep in his fantasy world.

She spied Kent's backpack and went right for it. She vaguely remembered him saying something about going to the school gym after he was done here. In the backpack she found a clean t-shirt, a change of socks and fresh briefs. She threw on the t-shirt that hung pass her knees like a formless mumu. After brief consideration, she put on the underwear then the socks. 

The shakes returned. As she hugged herself to wait them out she stared at Kent's chest rising and falling with the deep breaths of a person sound asleep. Her eyes went to the bulging erection straining to the left in his shorts. He'd been erect from the start. Must be painful for him, she thought. She pulled down the zipper of his cargo shorts, slipped her hand under the elastic of his briefs, found his solid cock and shifted it to the center. "That should help," she whispered. She held his erection for several long seconds thrilled by the firm warmth.

"Lolo," she whispered as she pulled her hand away and zipped him up. She located her I-pad and made notes like a good scientist. She put down the I-pad and looked at the auxiliary helmet hooked up to the larger helmet on Kent's head. Her hands shook. She knew she lacked the courage to go back in. She debated calling Mr. Imperial for help. He had offer her tech help. All she had to do was ask he had said. 

"No way. I gotta solve this sex thing first," she said. She was positive Mr. Imperial would never trust her with an important project ever again if he found out about the sex. All thought, he didn't seem overly upset when he had read her report about the Alice situation. In fact he had doubled her budget. Still, she didn't want to chance getting on his bad side. She had heard rumors of how cruelly he would shun people that displeased him. One minute you'd be his precious right hand then next you knew you were on the outs totally cut off. But she still needed help to bring Kent to roost so she could safely remove the helmet from his head.

She considered calling on Ashley. When things had gone bad with Alice, it was Ashley Grant who had come to her rescue. Unfortunately, Ashley had brought along Joy Maeda. Joy and Alice were BFF and Joy had flipped seeing Alice in her deranged state. Joy had threatened to go straight to the police and Ashley, the university ethics board. Weirdly, it was Alice who had backed them down. Then Harriet remembered that Ashley and Kent had been a couple once. 

"Nope, not calling Ashley for sure." 

A shrill sound filled the lab and Harriet panicked. She rushed over to see what had gone wrong with the brain tube. Then she realized that the sound was coming from Kent's cargo shorts. It was his cell phone, she could see the display lighting up through the material in one of the pockets On the forth ring, she reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone. The name on the ID was Donny Stevenson, Kent's best friend back in Ohio. She rolled her eyes. Donny was crude and obnoxious. Worst, she had had a short ill fated affair with the guy back in her Ohio State days. Out of gross curiosity, she hit the answer button, covered the receiver with her hand and put the phone to her ear.

"Dude!" Donny said. "You're never gonna guess where I am? I'm in a fucking taxi on my way from Honolulu International airport! Surprise! My sister works for United Airlines and got me a cheep ass ticket! Let's go check out some hot Hawaiian babes and eat some poi and lau lau! I was thinking of looking up Harriet Kono. You know where she lives?"

Idiot, Harriet thought as she pulled the phone away from her ear. She had her finger on the cancel button when a crazy idea bloomed in her head. She put the phone back to her ear and said, "Hey Donny."

"Who's this?" Donny asked.

"It's Harriet Kono."

"Harriet?" Donny asked sounding surprised. "You hanging with Kent?" 

"Yeah," Harriet said. "I could use your help with something."

"Anything," Donny said immediately.

"Good," Harriet said totally unaware that she was stroking Kent's erection through the material of his cargo shorts. 

Chapter Two Serenity

"That's the second time it feels like somebody is grabbing my dick," Kent Orlando said standing with Alice Mihara in the cargo hold of the spacecraft Serenity.

"Get your mind off your genitalia," Alice Mihara said. "We have to figure out what our next move is."

"Getting clothed should be first on your list," Zoe Washburne, said as she gave the couple a dubious look. Kent was blown away being in the presents of the legendary Zoe Washburne of the science fiction TV series Firefly.

Zoe gave Kent a long stern look. He wished to hell he wasn't buck naked and erect as frat boy at a wet t-shirt contest. He did his best to will Mr. Happy away but the stupid thing just wouldn't budge. And it didn't help that the weird feeling of someone holding his dick persisted. Alice, petite and pretty with a classic slim Asian girl figure seemed unperturbed standing naked among strangers. 

Zoe went to an intercom near the door, slapped at a button and said, "Somebody, find something for Mr. Orlando to wear. Check Jayne's locker. He looks about the right size. Something from River will do for Alice."

"Got it!" came a voice from the intercom.

"Everyone, meet me and our guests in the common room to parley," Zoe said.

Alice and Kent followed Zoe Washburne into a dim, narrow passage way. "They know our names," Kent whispered to Alice. "Can they read our minds you think?" Mind reading was not an unusual occurrence in the world of the brain tube. 

"Yours maybe," Alice said. "I've been blocking my thoughts for years. 

"River told us," Zoe said overhearing. "She's the one who got your message for help, Mr. Orlando."

They entered into the Serenity's common room. At the end opposite the hatch stood a slim young woman holding a bundle of clothes. "The devourers are coming," said the young women. She walked up to Alice and handed the clothes off.

"River Tam?" Kent asked.

"The devourers are coming for both of you," River said.

River had a pale pretty face with large dark eyes almost hidden behind her dark tangled hair. She wore a loose red and white flowery dress with a cream knitted sleeveless vest over her shoulders.

Alice started to dress. Kent kept Alice between River and himself to shield his awkward nudity from the young woman's relentless gaze.

"I'm twenty two, a woman fully grown," River said. 

"Um ... okay," Kent said. 

Is she sensing my discomfort or reading my mind, he wondered. River Tam was a very powerful psychic in the TV series. Was she penetrating his newly learned psychic firewall?

"It's been five years since the movie's release," River said.

"Um ... okay," Kent said, now positive that she WAS reading his mind.

"River must like you for she hardly ever talks," came a soft female voice from the entry hatch. 

Inara Serra stepped into the common room. Kent's foolish erection twitched at the sight of the exotic courtesan. She wore an off the shoulder purple dress that hugged her figure, her hair a splendid cacophony of long dark curls. She was, hands down, his favorite of all the women in the Firefly series. Kent put both his hands on Alice's shoulders to hold her in place as his human shield.

"Stop pocking me with that," Alice complained swatting his erection that kept bumping her butt. Alice was now dressed in clingy brown slacks, a white blouse and dance slippers leaving Kent the only naked person in the room.

"So you all know that you're fictional characters from the Firefly series?" Kent asked doing his best to appear comfortable being buck ass naked in a room full of beautiful clothed women.

"We are REAL, Mr. Orlando," Zoe said seriously. "Don't ever forget that." Zoe removed her gun belt and put it on the the table as a solid reminder. Zoe was dressed in her classic clingy reddish leather brown vest, long sleeve brown shirt, hip hugging belt and tight butter nut pants.

Inara said, "In the world you come from we maybe creations of some writer's imagination but in the helmet, we live, we exist."

Kent still had trouble wrapping his head around the strange behavior of the people in his fantasy world. They knew they were frictional creations yet at the same time claimed to live real lives. 

"We can die and become food for evil," River added awkwardly.

"River, you are a chatter box today," Kaylee Frye said suddenly among them holding a stack of folded clothes. The perky brunette looked at Kent. Alice mischievously stepped aside giving Kaylee the full Monty. "Nice," Kaylee said with a crooked smile. She wore loose khaki gray overalls with a clingy orange top beneath. Both articles of clothing were covered with the badges of her engineering profession, numerous oily stains. Her long, wild light brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. There were faint smudges on her chin and forehead. The woman made a dirty face look sexy. 

Kent quickly stepped forward and took the bundle of clothes from Kaylee. Everyone watched him slip on a pair of boxer briefs, Khaki pants, a gray-green t-shirt, socks and army boots. There was a knitted orange cap in the bundle that he thought looked ridiculous. No way he was gonna wear it so he tossed it on the table next to Zoe's holster.

Alice said, "I was no fan of the series but I do remember there were three men in the show."

"My husband is dead," Zoe said flatly. 

"The captain and Jayne are locked up in a federal jail," Inara said. 

"After we help you we aim to break them out," Kaylee added.

"Simon is in the Capital ferreting out information about River," Inara said.

"He's a good brother," River said.

"You know anything about the program that destroyed my world?" Alice asked.

"Her name is Kate, she is legion," River said.

"Kate?" Inara asked.

"Silly name for a legion of death," Kaylee said.

"Whatever her name is she's deadly," Zoe said "I saw her minion's nasty work first hand. I'd prefer facing Reavers than that hoard again."

"If we can reach Harriet I think she'll help," Kent said.

Alice's features literally darkened at the mention of Harriet's name. 

"Oh boy," Kent whispered realizing too late he had stepped in it for Harriet had been trying to kill Alice for years. He drew back expected Alice to transform into a murdering obsidian giant. The tension in the room heightened, Zoe inched closer to her holstered gun while the others moved away as Kent had. 

After a couple of seconds of tense silence, Alice said, "We'll see." The skin on her face returned to normal but her expression remained dark.

"How do we find Harriet?" Inara asked.

"She usually finds me," Kent said. "She says she has to ease me out of this world or I'll freak out the way the real Alice did. Her peacock sidekick will appear first."

"If Harriet finds Kent will she disable Kate?" Zoe asked.

"I'll do my best to make sure she does." Kent said," I promised Neffie."

"She will not help," River said. 

Everyone looked at the young woman. 

"Why wouldn't she?" Kent asked. 

"We are a blight on Harriet's achievements. She is determined to wipe us clean," River said.

"You know all this through your enhanced psychic abilities?" Kent had to ask.

"No, I read her emails," River said with a tiny shrug.

"Her emails?" Alice asked sounding doubtful.

"All her programs are accessible from the laptop she uses to launch into the world of the helmet," River said. "Harriet has put up strong defenses with changing complex log in sequences to prevent an outside invasion but it never occurred to her that one could come from within. The silly girl lacks imagination." River gave Kent and Alice a curious frown. "You two think too human. You are batu now." 

Alice gave a dry laugh. "A friend name Brit would find this all very funny." 

"What the hell is a batu? Kaylee asked. 

Is batu part of a Firefly episode I missed?" Kent asked.

"In all our fourteen episodes and the one movie we never once mention a batu," Inara said.

Kaylee wrinkled her forehead in thought. "No batu I can see."

"This batu ain't us," Zoe said.

"Could this be one of Kent's sexual fantasies," Inara suggested. 

"Isn't a batu one of those tall many limb dudes from Bassoom" Kaylee asked. She gave Kent a narrow look. "Man, you are one sick twisted puppy."

Before Kent could deny or protest, River said, "There are many Earthly meanings to the word batu: a Mongol Emperor, a type of stone." She plucked lint from her vest in a twitchy nervous way as she spoke. "But in this case it is not a word but an acronym. Binary-artificial-tech-unit not to be confused with biological-artificial-tech-unit. They are related but not the same thing."

"Whatever," Kent said in exasperation. "All this shit is irrelevant because I'm a real dude wearing some kind of dream helmet called the brain tube. Not a batu artificial thingy."

"When you are using the helmet or brain tube as you call it, you become batu," River said.

"Are you batu?" Alice asked River.

"No, I'm a creation of the helmet's programing. I'm just a very smart AI at the moment."

"And Harriet Kono invented all this?" Alice asked.

"Hardly," River said. "Imperial cooperation acquired a piece of wreckage found in the San Francisco Bay. It is rumored to be part of an alien spacecraft. Harriet's brain tube is constructed from parts of the wreckage. The people from Imperial Industries are deceiving Harriet. They know that the debris is not alien."

"If it wasn't from an alien space ship what is it?" Zoe asked.

River cocked her head to one side like a nervous bird then said, "The imperial people think it's an object from the future."

"Was it a robot hand?" Kent said with a chuckle. "Is this crossing over into the Terminator series." In his mind's eye he envisioned a fit Linda Hamilton from the second movie wearing sunglasses and toting a shotgun. The woman was a total hot MILF. 

"Close," River said, "it was a shiny blue with the letters ISN in gold on the forehead."

Alice's eyes grew wide. "ISN? Imperial Space Navy? No fucking way," she said. 

Chapter Three Auxiliary Entry

"Let me get this straight," Donny Stevenson said as he looked at Kent's inert form on the hospital bed. It bothered him the way the helmet thing covered most of his best friend's head and face. It bothered him even more that his friend didn't know that he was in the room. "He is lost like those dudes in the Matrix movie and you want me to go in and bring him back so that you can free him of the that brain helmet whatever he's wearing?"




1:23 Ch. 05



"Yes," Harriet said twisting the ends of her long hair. If her grandmother were here the old woman would have smacked Harriet's hand. Harriet flinched at the imagined slap even though her grandmother was long in her grave.

"Why don't YOU do it?" Donny asked.

"Um ... he's having too much fun and won't listen to me. You're his best friend he might come to you."

"Fun huh?" Donny asked sounding doubtful. "What's the brain thing doing to him?"

He is as horny as a frat boy on ecstasy, Harriet thought of saying but said in stead, "He's having adventures with his favorite movie and TV stars." Before Donny had shown up, Harriet had thrown a sheet over Kent's lower half to hide his obvious erection. 

"The brain helmet—" 

"Brain tube," Harriet corrected.

"The brain tube lets you do that?" Donny asked sounding interested.

"Yes."

"Awesome," Donny said, "So if I wanted to make out with say Supergirl I could do it?"

Harriet shook her head. "Kent could because he is the central user. You'll be going in with the auxiliary helmet so whatever you encounter will be creations from Kent's brain not yours. You can interact but not conjure."

"Still sound's cool," Donny said. "Maybe I can talk Kent into conjuring Storm from the X-Men."

"I just need you to get him to follow you to a virtual version of my lab then I can remove the helmet," Harriet said trying not to sound impatient and irritated, which she was. Donny never failed to put her in that state. 

Donny gave her a sly look. "You use the brain tube yourself?"

"No," Harriet said. "Not directly. I've been in with the auxiliary helmet." She dropped her eyes. "I found Kent's fantasy world uncomfortable." She thrust her hands into the pockets of her lab coat to hid the trembling. She had raced back to the locker room to put on her Jeans, shirt and white lab coat. She didn't want to give Donny the wrong idea of why she was wearing Kent's oversized shirt, or his underwear for that matter. 

"You still have those Sasha Gray fantasies?" Donny asked out of the blue.

Harriet's expression hardened. "I regret telling you any of that and I was drunk when I did. I'd appreciate it if you'd never mention it again."

"That first time you were drunk," Donny said. "But the dozen times after that you were stone sober. You liked talking about your dirty fantasies and I liked listening."

"Donny PLEASE shut up about that," Harriet said hating the whiny edge in her voice. Now she remembered why she had slept with him. After that one drunken night, she was afraid he would tell the world about her sick fantasies. He never did though as far as she could tell. And she had to admit, she HAD enjoyed talking to him. Plus the guy proved imaginative in bed.

"Sorry," he said with just a hint of a smile.

She had him sit in the second hand la-z-boy lounge chair that she herself used when wearing the auxiliary helmet. She adjust the la-z-boy so that he was just about laying flat. She put the helmet on him. It was so compact that it was more goggles then helmet really. She was proud of the reduced design. The first chance she got she would reduce the bulky helmet on Kent's head in the same way. Maybe go wireless too. She left off the mouth piece that would enhance taste and smells. She wasn't overly concerned about Donny's experience. She needed his mouth free so he could talk. 

"Keep your eyes open," Harriet said. She went to the laptop that was hooked up to the brain tube on Kent's head. "You will see a light. A series of low beeping sounds will follow. Try and focus in on the sounds. It will help me if you vocalize you experiences. There is an audio plug in to the auxiliary helmet I'll be using. I've never tested it because I was the only one using the auxiliary helmet until now."

"So you can talk me through this?"

"I'll try."

"I'm not gonna get stuck in the Matrix like Kent am I?"

"You can take off the auxiliary helmet at anytime with no trouble. Or I'll take it off you if I see that you're struggling. Look for my avatar in the form of a peacock. His name is Huxtable."

"Like in the old Bill Cosby show?" Donny asked.

"I wouldn't know, don't watch much TV," she said. Like Kent had, Donny asked pointless questions. "Follow the peacock and he will lead you to Kent." 

"Tell me again WHY you can't just yank that shit off Kent's head?"

"It will ruin the experiment," she lied. "I spent a lot of time setting this up. I don't want to start from scratch." ... oh yeah, he will go totally lolo, fucking flip, mad as a hatter like my poor cousin did. Harriet kept that last part to herself of course. She hit the enter key on the laptop.

All sound vanished. Donny lay in total darkness. He remembered some old movie of a guy laying in an isolation chamber in total deprivation. He went to some alternate universe where monsters ate him ... Fucking gnarly. 

"I can see lights!" Donny said. "I hear beeps on my left ... no right!" 

"Good ... toward ... ound," Harriet said.

"You're breaking up," Donny said. "I can only hear every other word. I'm heading in the direction of the sound on my right. Hey! I'm walking! I must have a body! This is cool. Can't see shit thought."

"... ood."

"I can see something ahead. It's a fuzzy lighter gray circle in the darkness. Wait, it ain't a circle. I think it's a tunnel. Should I go in? Harriet? You there? I'm goin' in better stop me if this is a bad idea."

The moment Donny stepped into the tunnel he found himself standing in what looked like a college dorm room after a heinous frat party. The place was a total wreck. The sudden shift in scene was a bit dizzying. He sat his butt down on one of the dorm beds to wait out the vertigo. He looked around and his eyes fell on a digital clock with the time 1:23 glowing red.

"I think I'm in dorm room." he said. "There's a poster of Lebron James on the wall. Gotta be Kent's room." 

A sound near the door made him look. Kent, dressed like a mercenary commando dude stood looking at Donny.

"Thought a demon clown ate you?" Kent said then winked away.

"I just saw Kent! He disappeared. Where's that peacock?" Donny said. "Everything looks and feels totally real. This is better than any fucking video game or I-max movie." He stood and glass crunched under his sandals. "Broken glass everywhere. Looks like something busted in through the window. Big scratches on the door, blankets and pillows all torn up. Looks like something took a bite out of the desk." 

He got up and looked out the broken window. The building across the way had big chunks of it missing and all the windows were broken out. Even the trees, most of them coconut palms, looked like they had been attacked. Most of the palm fronds were gone, those that still clung to the trees hung limp and broken.

"Looks like hurricane Kick Ass has been through here," Donny said.

He walked up to get a closer look at the scratches on the door then looked at the bite at the desk again. "Looks like a bunch of raptors went loco. What fucked up Juristic World shit happened here?"

He reached for the door nob and turned it. The door fell off its hinges into the hallway. 

"Donny Stevenson?" Came a tiny voice from the hall just out side the fallen door. 

"Yo, something lives," Donny said. 

A tiny slip of a girl stepped over the broken door and into the room. She had dark skin, Taiwanese, Donny speculated. She wore skinny jeans and a lemon yellow blouse. She was on the cute side of pretty Donny thought. 

"You know my name?" Donny asked. "Come ahead, I'm not gonna hurt you." 

Clearly, the girl wasn't making the same promise as she pointed a Dirty Harry size gun at his face. 

"You ain't the first chick to point a gun at me," Donny joked not taking the gun seriously. He saw this all as a video game. 

She cocked the hammer. He backup on instinct and scratched his leg against a broken chair. The pain felt way too real. He quickly changed his attitude toward the gun.

"Whoa ... Harriet? There's this cute Thai chick pointing a gun at my face? Should I be worried?"

"I'm Filipino," the girl said. The gun didn't waver. "I saw a demon clown eat you. You can't be here. You're dead."

"That's what Kent said too," Donny said. "What kind of Steven King nightmare is he into?" 

The chick was small, he could take her. He made a move to snatch the gun. She easily avoided his grab then swept his feet out from under him. He found himself on his butt with the gun still in his face. A piece of stray glass cut into his left hand. The pain was immediate, the blood warm and all too real. 

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"Donny Stevens! Kent Orlando's best friend from Ohio!" he said looking down the barrel of the gun. "Harriet? There's some crazy ninja chick that wants to kill me. What do I do?"

The girl's eyes narrowed. "You in contact with Harriet Kono?"

"Yeah! I'm wearing that auxiliary helmet thing! She sent me in to get Kent to stop having fun and come home. Who are YOU?"

"Nefertiti Ulamat."

"Neffie?" Donny said. "Kent emailed nice things about you. I think he has a crush on you."

She dropped the gun. "You really are Donny."

"Glad I could convince you."

"I can read your mind," Neffie said as she offered him a hand to get up.

"Read minds? Noway! What am I thinking right now then?"

"You're wondering what I look like naked," Neffie said.

"Oh wow! Sorry," Donny said. "Could you explain the eaten by a demon clown thing?"

Before Neffie could answer, an awful wailing scream pierced the air. The sound came from outside the broken window.

"You better get out of here," Neffie said. She turned and ran out the doorway. 

"Hold up! Do you know how I can find Kent or a peacock named Huxtable?" He ran out into the debris strewn hall. The dorm building was circular and the hall curved away in both directions. The chick was already out of sight.

The screaming stopped and Donny looked around bewildered and more than a little scared.

"Harriet," Donny said. "This brain tube thing is totally better than a movie. I'm just about ready to shit my pants."

"Donny Stevens," came a voice behind him.

Donny twirled around and found himself face to face with, of all people, Storm from the X-men, Halle Berry if you wanted to go their. To his surprise and delight, she was totally naked.

"I thought I couldn't conjure?" Donny said slacked jawed.

Storm was beyond beautiful with her curvy dark figure, long white hair and glowing white on white eyes. Donny's eyes settled on the fluffy patch of white hair between her dark thighs. 

"Awesome," he whispered.

"I am Kate," the woman said in a hollow voice. She had something in her right hand. It was a long neck bird, a peacock to be exact. She held the thing by its neck. The bird was limp and clearly dead.

"Um ... Harriet? I think I found Huxtable." 

Chapter Four Positive Stimulus

"Who the hell is Marco?" Kent asked entirely confused.

"A killer robot that followed me here from the future," Alice said. "It was an Imperial Space Navy intelligence robot that they found in the bay." 

"You travel in time?" Inara asked her voice full of doubt. 

"I'm what they call a Liner," Alice said.

"You're from the future?" Kaylee asked just as doubtful.

"No, I'm from 2011 but got stuck in the future." Alice said. "Well, not me. I hate saying it this way but the REAL Alice got stick in the future.

"This Marco robot is from the future too you say?" Inara asked

"The robot yes. But I met the ordinal Marco in 1983,"Alice said. "That Marco was human, a hit man for the mob."

"Wait, I thought you said you're from 2011?" Zoe asked.

"I am," Alice said. "I tripped to 1983 after a crazy sex party. From 1983 I went to the far future. From there I landed in 2014 but my batu self has been here for years. I really don't know what year it is anymore."

"2016," Kent said.

"How did Marco turn into a robot?" Kaylee asked.

"He didn't," Alice said. "People I encounter are repeated in my time travels. Don't ask me why that is. It just is. In the future that Marco is a killer robot for the ISN."

"How do you travel in time again?" Zoe asked. 

"Like I said, by having outrageous intense sex," Alice said. "That's what launches me through time or more accurately other dimensions. Its what Liners do."

"Is this turning into one of my crazy sexual fantasies?" Kent asked barely keeping up with the conversation.

"Wish it were," Alice said.

"We wait for Harriet's peacock to show up," Zoe said. "In the mean time we continue on to Golgoth to restock on food and ammo."

"I would like to find out if my friend Nefertiti is okay," Alice said.

"I can help," River said.

"Make it quick," Zoe said to River. "You and Malcolm are the only ones who can drive this crate." 

River smiled, took Alice's hand and lead her out of the common room.

Zoe looked at Kaylee. "Get us more kick, I wanna get to Golgoth sooner than later. I'll be on the bridge if anyone needs me." 

Everyone left the common room leaving Kent alone with Inara the beautiful courtesan.

"You come from the other place?"Inara asked. She sat on a common room lounge chair with her legs crossed. She looked elegant. 

"Yeah," he said.

"What's it like?"

"Um ... how do you mean?"

"What's it like to be a god?"

Kent laughed. "To tell the truth I'm kind of boring. YOU are a goddess in my world. What's it like to be you?"

She pondered for a few seconds. "I know who I am. I have clear memories of things I've done but I also know that I'm a fictional creation from your world. It's confusing sometime. River is the only one among us that seems to have no trouble with the duality." Inara tilted her head and gave him a long look. "When are you going to ask me to have sex?"

"Um—"

"This world is based on your sexual fantasies," Inara said. "She stood up and took a couple of steps in his direction. "I am a courtesan. Part of my job description is exploring physical pleasure." She stepped in close, her dark eyes radiating enticing possibilities. "To be honest Mr. Orlando—"

"Call me Kent," he said doing his best to keep his voice steady. She put out a vibe that rattled his being. She looked great, she smelled great ... bet she felt great.

"—Kent, I'm curious as to what it would feel like to make love to a god?"

I am going to soooo disappoint this woman, he couldn't help thinking and was glad that she couldn't read his mind. She was close enough that he felt the gentle puffs of air on his face from her well formed consonants. Just another inch and he would feel the swell of her breasts against him.

"Inara, come to the bridge, please," came Zoe's voice over the ship's com.

"Duty calls," Inara whispered up at him. She gave him a small smile then turned away. His eyes drank in her curvy backside as she left the common room.

Not knowing what else to do, Kent stepped out of the common room into the narrow passageway. They didn't waste space and he almost had to walk sideways to make his way in the tight passageway. Cables and duct tubes ran overhead in chaotic bundles compounded the feeling of claustrophobia.

"Bet this is what a submarine is like," he said aloud. 

He came to an intersection where a metal staircase went up and one went down. There were no signs telling where the staircases lead to. A loud clang came from the down staircase. Another clang followed then he heard cussing in what sounded like Chinese to him.

"You okay down there?" he called down.

"Fine," came a voice. It was Kaylee Frye.

"Need help?"

"Got a current Hsu titanium coated drive needle with dark matter converter on you?" 

"Let me check ... no, sorry."

"Kaylee laughed. "Can you hold a flashlight steady?"

"I can do that," he said and went down the stairs. He found Kaylee rested on her knees, pointing a flashlight into an open metal hatch in the floor. 

"Hand me the matter flax," she said not looking up.

He looked at a bench covered with tools. Some looked normal, a crescent wrench, assorted screwdrivers, a hammer, but most the tools were foreign to him. "Um ..."

"It's the orange square thing with the gold handle." He handed her the tool. She handed him the flashlight. 

He pointed the flashlight into the guts of the confusing machinery. Whatever she was doing was vigorous for her butt swayed as she worked and he couldn't help but eye up her cute rocking backside. 

She said something in Chinese then crossed herself. "We better clear out," Kaylee said in English as she stood. "These old Hsu dark matter needles get a little wonky when overheated."

To Kent's dismay, Kaylee made a run for the stairs. In a panic, he ran after her. At the top of the stairs back in the passageway, Kaylee laughed. "Just funnin' with you." 

Before he could complain about her mean joke, she pulled him in for an unexpected kiss and his irritation with her quickly evaporated. Inara had him at full attention and he was more then willing to transfer his lusty affections to cute curvy Kaylee. 

They pulled back from the kiss and Kaylee said, "Ever since we got your message for help, me, Inara and River talked about what it would be like to make it with you."

"Zoe not interested?" he asked.

"She's not much into girl talk. She fought in the war. Chicks like her are way serious all the time. Plus Reavers killed her hubby. That's always on her mind."

"Yeah, I know, it was pretty awful," Kent said recalling the shocking scene from the Firefly movie. Kaylee gripped and stroked the length of his erection through his khaki pants. She let out a lusty laugh and they kissed again. She pressed in close and wiggled. He gripped her ass and they did the grind.

Inara's voice suddenly filled the space. "Kaylee, I'm getting a flux from the auxiliary hookup that connects the Serenity's computer to my ship. My power is dropping. I need my computer to help Zoe."

Kaylee cursed in Chinese. "Duty calls," she said still in Kent's arms. She pulled away from him, turned and made her way up the passageway with a gratuitous sway of her hips. She stopped briefly, turned to face Kent, pull the zipper of her overalls down and lifted her dirty orange shirt up to expose a perfect pair of pale B's. "Remember these," she said with a crooked smile then was gone.

Kent took the up staircase and followed the curving dim passageway. Inara suddenly stood up ahead. Her dark eyes sparkled like jewel in her swarthy face framed by a cascade of shiny black curls.

"Um ... hey," Kent said and immediately cringed at his lame greeting. 

She beckoned him with a tiny wave of her wrist. The moment he was close they melted into a kinetic lustful hug. Giddily he said, "I can't tell how long I've fantasized of doing this. If Harriet ever gets her head out of her ass, she's gonna make a billion science fiction geeks VERY happy." 

"I'm going to be a busy courtesan it seems," Inara said.

"Why do you smell so good?" he asked.

"What do you smell?"

"A sexy perfume ... clove cigarettes ... strawberries."

"Harriet's devise must find areas in your brain that trigger scents with strong sexual retention." She looked into his face and blinked her long dark lashes. "And I can't believe that we are having this conversation instead of kissing." He quickly remedied that by covering her mouth with his. As they kissed, his hands frantically roamed over her silky dress and all that was beneath.

"We are getting communications from Golgoth," came Zoe's voice over the intercom. "They are speaking in Kaneeth. Inara, you know Kaneeth."

Inara made a tiny grunt and pulled away from Kent's kiss. She struggled out of his arms and walked over to a control panel a few feet away, Kent adored the way her slim ass swayed with each step. Inara slapped at the panel. "Kaylee knows Kaneeth," she said crisply.




1:23 Ch. 05



"She speaks a street pidgin not the formal language."

"Be right up," Inara said. She turned to Kent. "I'll be back. Go that way and hold up in my cabin. DON'T leave." She turned to go, stopped and asked, "Have you ever experienced the Soldarian tongue technique?"

"No," Kent said.

"Good," she said then left.

Kent went to Inara's cabin or more accurately her tiny spaceship that was hitched up to Serenity. He settled in a red plush lounge chair. As he imagined what the Soldarian tongue technique was, a slim shadow filled the hatch to Inara's cabin. It was River Tam.

"Um ... hey," Kent said a bit wary. He couldn't help recalling the way River had hacked to death a horde of blood thirst Reavers in the final reel of the movie. The visual of her totally covered in blood standing among her kills filled his head. She walked briskly to where Kent sat, dropped between his legs and worked the snap of his trousers.

"Whoa," he said and made to stop her. She slapped his hands aside, freed his erection, gripped the shaft, bobbed her head and took him into her mouth. "Holy shit!" he yelled as sensation beyond description flooded his system. "Jesus girl!" 

River pulled him from her mouth and looked up into Kent's face. "I heard Inara mention the Soldarian tongue technique," she said as a matter-of-fact. "I read about it in one of my brother's health blogs."

"Soldarian ... huh?" Kent said with several hitches in his voice. 

She looked intently into Kent's eyes as she slowly stroked him. "It shouldn't be confused with the Soldarian throat technique." She bobbed her head and took him into her mouth again. Kent's eyes crossed, he bucked his hips and squeezed the arms of the chair in a death grip. River's freed her mouth again. "See the difference?"

"Yeah! Oh man ... Yeah!"

"River, your brother in trying to communicate," Inara said over the ship's com. "Sounds important. Better come to the bridge."

River's innocent face darkened. She stood and walked out of Inara's docked ship without a word. Kent was relived and deeply disappointed all at once. Just as he pulled his trousers back in place, someone slipped through the hatchway. Inara was back. 

She took the time to drop and seal the hatch then went to the com and turning it off. She approached Kent, dropped between his legs and stroked his perpetual erection through his khaki pants to confirm his readiness. Satisfied, she dragged his pants and underwear off in one smooth slide, looked up at him and said, "We were talking about the Soldarian tongue technique I recall?" She gripped him and made to cover the head of his stiff cock with her mouth. Kent quickly dropped to his knees to engage her in a kiss. She made a squealing sound of surprise but didn't resist. If he had let her do her Soldarian thing he would have exploded in her mouth in two seconds. He couldn't have that. He was a god after all and gods don't pop in a woman's mouth in two seconds. 

They pulled back from the kiss. Still needing time to calm himself he said, "Undress for me."

She smiled. He slipped back to the lounge chair. She stood up before him. What was she going to do? he wondered. Dance the seven veils? Ring balalaikas? Spin like a dervish? 

She removed her head comb thing and put it on a nearby counter. She undid the gold sash around her waist and put that aside too. She removed the top half of her elegant purple dress. Beneath she wore an intricate lacy white bra, a silver band hugged her left upper arm. She undid the skirt to reveal matching panties below with a silver band encircling her right thigh.

She stood unmoving looking down at him for several seconds. With her eyes locked on his, she rolled her shoulders and raised her arms horizontal to her body. Somehow, like magic, her bra fell away revealing her firm creamy, brown A-cups adorned with perfect light brown nipples. She swayed her shoulders, then her torso, then her waist. When her hips got moving the panties leafed away like the bra had to expose her perfectly trimmed black patch of hair. She did a dainty spin to give him the full show.

He swallowed and said in a thick voice, "You can show me the Soldarian thing now."

She smiled down at him. "Too late for that." She straddled his lap and they kissed hard and deep. 

As they kissed the world around them shook. 

Wow, she is literally causing the earth to move, Kent thought. 

Then it happened again.

Inara pulled back from the kiss. "What on earth?" she said. She got off Kent's lap and went to turn the com back on. Kent enjoyed the pleasant curves of her naked backside and elegant thighs. 

"Sorry guys," came Kaylee's voice over the com. "The dark matter needle is really stressed. Everyone better get into the nearest escape pod where the shielding is strongest while I give it a whack."

Inara cussed in some unknown language as she reached for a hanging robe. "Off to the bridge it appears." She slipped on the robe.

"There's a real heavy hatch I need to move," Kaylee said overhead. "Jayne usually opens it for me. Can Kent come down to give me a hand?"

"See you on the bridge," Inara said to Kent. 

They parted in the hall. Kent found his way down to the engine room and to his surprise, found Kaylee waiting for him completely naked. She had a wonderful curvy figure, milky pale skin and a reddish brown patch of hair between her legs. Her only flaws were the ever present smudges on her face. She must have been working on something while waiting for she had greasy smears on parts of her naked body too. A particular smear in the shape of a comma near one of her pale nipples drew his attention.

"Um ... where's the hatch?" he asked stupidly.

Kaylee brushed her hand over her pubic area. "Right here."

She giggled when he stepped toward her and took her into his arms. She was soft and round everywhere that mattered. As they kissed, the entire ship vibrated again. Kaylee broke the kiss and looked at the incomprehensible engine that dominated most the space. "What the hell was that? she asked" 

"I thought you were doing that?" Kent asked.

"Not that one."

The vibration happened again.

"What's happening Kaylee?" Zoe asked from overhead.

"I'm on it," Kaylee said. She gave Kent sad puppy dog eyes as she grabbed a tool belt and put it around her waist. "You really gonna have to go find an escape pod this time." 

"Where are they?" Kent asked. 

"Go to the one on the bridge," She said as she tiptoed, kissed his chin then gave her full attention to the engine. She looked absolutely spectacular in just her tool belt. Reluctantly, Kent left the engine room. After a couple of wrong turns, he found himself on the legendary bridge of the Serenity. Outside the window was a reddish black sky speckled with stars. Only Zoe was present. She sat in the pilot's seat with her back to him. The chair spun and she faced him. A look of stern disapproval wrinkled her forehead. Apparently, she knew about his antics with the others on board. 

"Um ... Kaylee said to come here?" he said. 

Zoe stood and did the most unexpected thing. She loosened her belt, pealed her tight slacks down exposing bright white no nonsense panties around spectacular hips. The panties went next and Kent stared at the dark curly patch of hair between her brown silky thighs. 

"Shouldn't we go to the escape pod?" he asked. 

Apparently, he was incapable of NOT saying the most stupid thing that formed in his head. 

"I made the ship vibrate," Zoe said seriously. She stepped forward and roughly freed him of his pants, underwear and boots. Then she hauled him around by his shirt, push him down into the pilot's seat, straddled him, gripped his hardon and lowered herself down onto him. Her intense dark eyes locked with his, she grabbed his hands, guided them to her firm covered breasts then got her hips a rockin'. She breathed in sharp breath with each roll of her hips. Her eyes never shifted from his. She grabbed his hands again and pushed them down to her naked brown ass. Instinctively, he gripped and squeezed. She gasped and said something in rough Chinese. Her body bucked and vibrated with her intense orgasm. The whole time her eyes stayed laser focus with his, never blinking, never wavering. When her body subsided, she kissed him tenderly, abruptly got up, grabbed her pants and underwear and left him alone on the bridge.

Alice stepped onto the bridge seconds later. She frowned when she saw him seated with his wet erection sticking up. "Explains why Zoe had no pants," she said. 

"Um, yeah," he said sheepishly as he reached for his underwear and pants.

"I think I found Neffie's fold," Alice said. "She's under serious attack."

"What now?" he asked as he zipped up. 

"I shouldn't have left her out of my sight," Alice said.

He was keenly aware of Alice's beautiful. Her long black hair invited his touch, so did her slim figure.

"Hopefully we can get to her in time," Alice said as she looked out at the stars through the bridge view port.

"You're beautiful," He told her.

She looked at him with a frown. Then her expression softened. "I remember what it was like on my first visit to the world of the helmet. The sex was outrageous and nonstop." She took Kent's hands into hers. He moved in for a kiss but she held him back. "But it will consume you if you let it. I need you to focus so that we can help Neffie. Okay?"

"Sure," he said trying to mean it but all he wanted to do was kiss her beautiful Japanese face.

Inara stepped unto the bridge still in her robe. "Should I came back?" she asked seeing that Alice and Kent were holding hands.

Alice looked at Inara and sighed. "With the likes of you around he is never going to get focused. Go at it. Get it over with. We'll talk later." Alice left the bridge.

Wasting no time, Inara shrugged off her robe exposing her svelte body. Kent explored her breasts as she helped him out of his pants (yet again). She sat him in the command chair. Since he had just done Zoe in that position he reversed the arrangement coaxing Inara to hang her butt over the lower edge with her legs spread. He dropped between her legs guided himself to her opening and entered her in one smooth thrilling stab. She smiled up at him as he got into a steady rhythm. She closed her eyes and her breathing fell in sync with his thrusts. She linked her hands around his neck and pulled him close to kiss his face. She sought out his mouth and the moment their lips met, she came. 

In the middle of Inara's muffled cries of pleasure, Kaylee's voice came overhead. "Coast is clear. Kent, I still need help with my hatch."

The kiss broke and Inara laughed. "Go to her," she said.

"I'm kind of happy where I am," he said.

Inara slapped at a button on the control panel close at hand."He's on his way down, Kaylee," she said. She gently pushed at him so he was forced to pulled out of her and stand. She sat forward and delicately kissed the tip of his erect penis. She looked up at him, smiled and waved him on his way. He didn't bother to pick up his pants. In the passageway he lost the shirt. Naked, he headed toward the engine room. He made several wrong turns and found himself in the common room where River Tam sat ominously cleaned the barrel of a disassembled hand gun. Gun parts were neatly lined up on the table before her.

"You have a very pretty penis," River said as she looked at him through the holes of the empty bullet wheel. She put the wheel down, closed her eyes and reassembled the weapon at an alarming speed. She opened her eyes and smiled at the whole weapon in her hands. "You wanna do it?" she asked.

""Um ... Kaylee is kind of waiting for me," he said lamely. He had to admit, he was a little afraid to be alone with River.

"You are batu," she said. "This is your fold. You can put her on hold if you like."

"Not sure how to do that," he said.

"Visualize what you want. Close your eyes and see a clock. Make it stop."

Kent closed his eyes. Images of clocks filtered through his mind. One image became solid. It was his digital alarm clock in his dorm room, the bright red numbers 1:23 glowed clear and sharp. He didn't have to make it stop because the clock was busted, it always said 1:23. Then weirdly, he saw his best friend from Ohio, Donny Stevenson sitting on the bed looking at the clock too. From the beginning, a brain tube version of his best friend Donny shadowed him. It was Brain tube Donny that encouraged Kent to give in to his base desires, not unlike the real Donny back home. At the time, Alice thought Kent and Donny were attack programs sent by Harriet. Donny was eaten by an evil clown conjured up by Alice. 

"Thought a demon clown ate you" Kent said to Donny. 

"Open your eyes," River said.

Kent open his eyes and he was back in the Serenity common room. Everything looked the same, nothing had happened. River held out her hand, Kent took it and she lead him out to the passageway. Several turns and a couple of flights of metal stairs later, River pushed open a hatch. They entered into what had to be Zoe Washburne's quarters. The room seemed to be divided in half. One side was utilitarian with weapons neatly displayed on the walls. The other half chaotic with weird gadgets laying everywhere. A holographic moving model of a t-Rex rested next to, of all things, a rubrics cube. A poster of Alice Cooper filled the wall opposite the displayed weapons..

"Zoe is a closet sentimentalist," River said. "She misses her man." 

River went to a door and pulled it open. It was the world's smallest bathroom. Beautiful curvy Zoe stood frozen and still in the tiny shower stall. Apparently Kent really had stopped time. Zoe faced the shower head with frozen jets of water touching her breasts. Her face was tilted up and a small but solid smile played at her mouth. 

"She hasn't smiled like that in a while," River said.

"Great," Kent said absently. His erection twitched with interest at the sight of showering Zoe Washburne. He reached out to touch her.

River stopped him. "Better not," River said. "If you suddenly appear in her bathroom she will tear that off." River nudged the tip of his penis with a finger. 

River closed the door and lead Kent back to the passageway to a hatch two down from Zoe's. She pushed open the hatch and there sat Alice Mihara cross legged on the bottom half of a buck bed. 

"She is worried about her friend Neffie," River said. "She's worried about you too."

"To be honest, I hardly know her," Kent said.

"Alice is deeply afraid of Kate whom we now know is connected to Marco a security AI or batu if you like, from another world and time. Alice is plagued with guilt for she feels responsible for bringing Marco into this world. Marco is obsessed with destroying Alice and all that is connected to her. Neffie is in grave danger."

"I really can't get my head around the fact that the real Alice is ... what did she call it? 

"A Liner," River said. "She travels in time via mirrors after she has sex." 

"Sounds like a bad B-movie plot," Kent said.

"It's what she is, more accurately, what the real Alice is," River said. "The quicker you accept that the better you can help batu Alice. The poor dear has lost two whole worlds. The one that you're from and now her fold here in the helmet." 

"How do you know all this? What makes you different from others?" Kent asked.

River shrugged. "I am what I am," she said. "As AI's go I'm a little ahead of the game. When I go on line I sense other pockets of technology similar to Harriet's helmet. Harriet is not the only project that the Imperial Corporation is investing in. I hope that they are not all rotten like Marco."

"I can talk to Harriet," Kent said.

"I'm afraid this has gone way beyond Harriet," River said. "If we don't destroy Kate on our own, the world of the helmet is at an end." She lead him out of Alice's cabin. 

"Where to now?" Kent asked.

"To see Kaylee," River said. "She misses my brother. They had sex everyday. I watch whenever I could."

"You're brother lets you watch him make love to Kaylee," Kent asked shocked and a little creeped out.

"Course not," River said. "He'd flip if he knew. Kaylee's cool with it though. Says that it's good education for me."

"Are you still ... you know a—"

"Virgin?" River finished for him. "No, not for a while. When I came of age I secretly became Jayne's lover."

"That asshole? Really?"

"He is crude and not too bright but he is a very good lover. I like it rough and energetic. He performs best when he's wearing his favorite orange hat. Don't tell anyone my secret. My brother, Malcolm and Zoe would fight over who gets to kill Jayne if they knew. You can tell Kaylee, she knows. She's done it with Jayne several times herself. Here we are."

They went down the ladder to the engine room. Kaylee was still naked and wearing the tool belt. She held an old fashion Crescent wrench in her hands and was frozen in the action of turning a large bolt on some machinery above her head. Kent couldn't help but smile at the oily hand print on her right butt cheek.

"If it's okay with you I'd like to watch," River said. I'll stay in the hyper state so you won't see me."

"You can do that?" Kent asked.

"I just learned how." River said then blinked out of existence. 

There was a clang and some cussing. "Oh my!" Kaylee said with a start. "I didn't see you come in." She eyed his nakedness with approval. "I like the new look." She tossed the wrench on her work bench, undid the tool belt and dropped that on the bench too. She went to a corner and dragged a yellow cube out in the open and pushed it to the middle of the space. She grabbed an orange cord hanging from the cube and pulled. There was a bang and Kent jumped back. A hissing followed as the object rapidly changed shape. It was a life raft of some kind. Kaylee flipped it up sided down and threw herself on it. "Instant bed," she said with a titillating bounce. Kent joined her and they immediately got to kissing and rolling around.

Kaylee wrestled him onto his back and started kissing her way down his body. She didn't dally and took his erection into her mouth. River reappeared behind Kaylee and pulled her dress over her head. She wore no bra immediately exposing her slim figure and alluring A-cups. She had a slight waist that widened to slim but pretty hips. She wore light green panties. 

Kent's eyes shifted to Kaylee to judge her reaction to River beaming in but she seemed unaware and kept working Kent with both hands and her warm mouth.

Kaylee released his erection from her mouth and River disappeared. Kaylee crawled up to aline her face with Kent's, she gripped his erection, raised her bottom then pierced herself with ease. With bawdy rolls of her curvy hips, she set a fun lusty pace. Her beasts bounced pleasantly with each buck of her hips and Kent gleefully chased after them with eager hands.

River appeared behind Kaylee again. She was fully naked now, the hair between her legs a sparse light brown, then just like that she was gone again.

"I'm comin'!" Kaylee yelled then switched to a language totally alien to Kent's ears. Was it Kaneeth? he wondered pointlessly. Returning to plain breathy English, she said, "Not done! More!" 

He pulled out of her, she got on her hands and knees and he entered her from behind. Before he got moving a pair of hands slipped over his chest. It was River. He could feel her firm nipples against his back, the tickle of her pubic hair against his butt. She kissed and nipped at his back with tiny love bites. 

"What are waiting for?" Kaylee asked. 

River pulled away and he got into the groove filling the engine room with pleasing slaps of flesh on flesh and Kaylee's gasps and moans. In no time Kaylee came again. When her breathing normalized, she laughed then said, "I know what you like. Which you want? Face or tits?"




1:23 Ch. 05



"Face," Kent said instantly. 

He pulled out of Kaylee, she spun and dropped to her side supporting herself on one elbow. Kent looked for River but she had hyped out again. He gripped himself and and pointed his erection at Kaylee's oil smudged face. Kaylee froze and River appeared beside her. 

"My turn," River said. She slipped around Kaylee and pulled Kent on top of her. He eagerly entered her. After three rough quick thrusts, River dug her nails deep into the flesh of his hips and came with a deep wordless sigh. She encouraged him to keep at it He pounded away like a piston in high gear. River announced her second orgasm by sinking her fingers deep into the flesh of Kent's ass. He was about to let go too.

"I wanna come on Kaylee's face!" he shouted. 

He pulled out of River and positioned himself on his knees in front of frozen Kaylee. River took hold of his erection and Kent sucked in a deep breath as a line of white exploded out spraying Kaylee's face dead center from the tip of her nose to her forehead. River disappeared. Kaylee yelped and said, "Give a girl a warning!" Kent steadied his twitching member, Kaylee turned her head to the left in instinctive avoidance and Kent shot three irregular lines on the her right cheek bone. With a husky giggle, she turned to face his spewing organ, he sprayed her lips just before she took him into her warm mouth were he let loose two last bursts.

"That was awesome," Kent said.

Kaylee pulled him from her mouth to let out a husky laugh.

A deafening explosion filled the engine room. In a panic, Kaylee and Kent flattened themselves on the makeshift bed. They both looked up to see River, totally naked, holding a smoking gun. Kent guessed it was the same gun she had been messing with in the common room.

The twitching body of one of those skinny black monsters that had attacked Kent and Alice back on the Honolulu University campus lay inches from the inflatable. Most of its misshapen head was gone where River's bullet had torn into it.

"What is THAT?" Kaylee asked. 

"Kate has found us," River said gravely.



1:23



Professor Lang turned her back on the class and went to the dry erase board, her long, dark hair a pleasing contrast against the creamy, pale skin of her back. She picked up the eraser and wiped away 'Fuck you!' with its decorative hearts. In black marker she wrote, Alpha male suggestions, she underlined it and then wrote below it, female remove top.

"What else Mr. Orlando?" Lang asked. Still facing the board.

"Remove your skirt?" He asked tentatively.

"Number two, remove skirt," Lang said as she wrote it. She turned and undid the zipper on the side of her skirt, shimmied it down a bit and letting it dropped unceremoniously to her ankles. She had on matching white panties and pantyhose. With her back still to the class, she bent daintily, picked up the skirt, folded it and draped it on her desk chair along with her top. She turned to face the class, cupped an elbow, walked around and then leaned on the edge of her desk as was her habit when she lectured. Kent's eyes focused in on the enticing dark patch just visible under the pantyhose and panties.

"What now Mr. Orlando?" Lang asked waving the marker offhandedly.

"Wow, um ... yeah," Kent said rubbing his face. What indeed? he thought. Is there some limit to this? How far will this go?

"Dude? The chick's just about naked and your having moral conflict?" a voice came from behind him.

Kent turned and was utterly flabbergasted to see his best friend from high school sitting behind him.

"Donny? What the hell are you doing here?" Kent asked. 

Donny Stevenson had had no ambition beyond high school sports and right after high school, he had gone to work for his uncle's construction company. That aside, Donny was suppose to be back in Ohio and not in his anthropology class here at Honolulu University.

Donny gave his usual crooked smile. "Don't ask me," Donny said. "This is your fucking head. Maybe I represent the part of you that is a little less moralistic and wouldn't mind seeing more of your hot Asian professor that looks like Sandra Oh from Grey's Anatomy .

"That's who she looks like!" Kent barked.

"And maybe a little of that cute Neffie girl too." Donny added giving Kent a light buddy punch on the shoulder. "Come on, you've been imaging those two naked from day one."

Embarrassed at having his inner thoughts so bluntly exposed, Kent turned around and looked to see how Lang and Neffie were responding to Donny's disruption.

"What else from the alpha male?" Lang asked still on the lesson. Either she hadn't heard or more likely, didn't care what Donny was saying.

"Dude," Donny said from behind him. "Tell her to take off the hose."

Best friend or not, Kent had learned never to do anything that Donny suggested. Kent turned and said to Donny, or whatever he represented his own twisted psyche, "I think I should do the exact opposite of what you suggest and get up to go find Harriet."

"That Neffie is really cute ain't she?" Donny said.

Kent looked at Neffie. The Filipino girl was impossibly cute. Neffie looked up from her laptop and gave him a dazzling white smile. 

"Don't you wanna see if she's that perfect shade of brown all over?" Donny asked.

He did want to see ... but was it right?

"Dude? This is all inside of your head," Donny said exasperated. "No one's gonna fucking know a thing."

"Professor Lang," Kent said, "Take off the pantyhose."

"The alpha finally makes a decision," Lang said, clearly mocking him. She stood away from her desk and shimmied out of her hose. The dark triangle between her legs became more pronounced with just the panties. 

"Go for it all bro," Donny said. "Get Neffie in on this too.

"Neffie, stand and take off your shirt."

He watched the slim Filipino girl stand and pull her shirt over her head exposing a lemon yellow bra over cute tiny a-cup breasts. She arranged her shoulder length black hair and gave Kent one of her bright smiles again. Unlike, Lang, Neffie showed no reverence for her clothing and simply dropped it on the floor and kicked it aside.

"The jeans too," Kent said so softly that he had barely spoken aloud, but in this world of the inside of his head, Neffie seemed to hear him loud and clear. She shucked her jeans revealing slim brown legs and pale peach panties. 

"Neffie," Professor Lang said, "continue with my list on the board please."

Neffie obeyed and Kent got a sweet view of the Filipino girl's cute little ass in her peach panties as she listed Kent's the current requests:

Tells professor to remove skirt. 

Tells professor to remove pantyhose.

Tells Neffie to remove shirt.

Tells Neffie to remove jeans.

"There we stand," Lang said as she paced in front of the class. "Any observations?"

The movie star chick sitting across the isle from Kent raised her hand.

"Yes, Mary?" Lang asked.

"Dude," Donny said, "That's the chick from the that TV show ... righteous ..." 

Kent nodded for it was righteous. 

"Why is he going about this so slowly?" Mary asked. "He is in absolute control yet he seems hesitant, unsure."

"Maybe he's creating a sexual tension," Donny said in defense of his friend.

"Or maybe," Mary said, "he isn't alpha male material."

"Perhaps that is so," Lang said. "Is she right Mr. Orlando? Are you too timid to take advantage of the situation?"

Annoyed at having his masculinity questioned, Kent looked at Mary and said, "Take off your top and skirt too."

Mary complied with no hesitation. She had on a lacy red bra and matching boyshort panties, her figure slim and inviting with breast size somewhere between Lang and Neffie.

"That's showing her," Donny said approvingly. "What you waiting for dude? Let's see some titty."

"Professor Lang, remove your bra," Kent said doing his best to sound sure and manly.

Lang pushed away from her desk and walked toward Kent, locking eyes with him.

She ain't gonna do it he thought.

"Dude," Danny said, "Thinking something is like saying it aloud here in your head."

"He's floundering," Mary said. "Even in his fantasies he lacks will."

"Shut up," Kent said.

Lang reached behind her, unhooked her bra and it fell away. Her B-cup breasts were nice and perky with alert light brown nipples surrounded by half dollar size areolas. 

"Now we're talking," Dean said.

"Disappear," Kent said to Donny. 

"Aw dude! Uncool," Dean said and then vanished in a blink. 

Kent stood and brushed his hands over Lang's naked breasts. Illusion or not, she felt absolutely real. Harriet will make a gillion dollars with this helmet thingy, he thought absently as he gently pinched a stiff brown nipple. He looked into Lang's face; she looked back at him passively with an edge of a smile causing his heart to race with excitement. Neffie stepped up to him. At five ten, he towered over her, the girl was barely five feet tall if that. She met his eyes and smiled up at him. He didn't have to say what he wanted her to do. 

Neffie reached behind her back and unhooked her canary yellow bra exposing her small brown breasts tipped with tiny blackish brown nipples. He dropped to his knees, put his hands to her hips and slid her yellow panties to her ankles. She was a perfect even brown all over. His eyes lingered on the the black tight triangle of hair between her slim thighs. He reached around and gripped her ass, leaned in and sucked on a dark nipple. She let out a small giggle.

He stood again and looked at Mary and said, "Stand," and she did. He imagined her naked, probably something he had done thousands of times over the years of watching her shows. The dark haired exotic beauty complied by removed her bra and panties. He walked up to her and ran his hands up and down her pale slender form, lingering at key junctures: breasts, ass and pubic mound. Her pubic hair was sparse, almost non existent, her opening moist and inviting. 

"Now what Mr. Orlando?" Lang asked leaning on the edge of her desk like she always did, only now in just her panties. "What dirty desires does the alpha male want to explore?" She looked at Kent with a casual expression like she had asked him a question about the lesson.

"What dirty desires," he whispered, "... what fantasies ..."

"One would think that would be easy question to answer," Lang said with a mocking edge. 

"On your knees," Kent said. Lang obeyed without question. Kent looked at Mary and said, "Go down on every guy in the room. When one comes in your mouth, come to Professor Lang's and drool it on her face.

"Seems you have found something suitably filthy," Lang said looking up at him. 

Mary knelt in the open space between the rows of desks. Not counting Kent, there were eight guys in the room and they formed rough a circle around naked kneeling Mary. She undid the shorts of nearest guy, fished out his erection, gripped it, and with enthusiastic vigor, worked him with her mouth and hands. Kent watched her for a few moments enjoying the subtly flexing of her back and ass muscles as she did her dirty work. 

His attention returned to Neffie standing with her hands clasped together just above her pubic area, looking back at him curiously. Totally beyond timid now, he went to her and his hands roamed over her naked breasts, pinching and pulling at her stiff dark nipples. He explored the crack of her ass and fingered the bud of the hole. He felt between her legs, briefly stroked her clitoris and then slipped two fingers deep in her. All the while she looked at him with a pleasant neutrality. 

Mary pushed out of her circle and stepped up to kneeling professor Lang. Lang tilting her head back. Mary puckered like she was going to kiss the the professor and drool the stuff in her mouth onto Lang's forehead.

"What do you get out of watching this act?" Lang asked.

"Don't know," Kent said awkwardly, filled with guilt yet turned on beyond reason.

"It's the debasement," Mary said as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her right hand. "He likes seeing women in humiliating situations." With that said, Mary went to blow the next guy in the circle.

"Is that what you like?" Lang asked looking at him, the jizz on her forehead running down to meet her nose and sliding off to the left where it flowed to the edge of her mouth.

Kent didn't answer as he unsnapped his shorts, stripped them off and pull down his briefs. He gripped his raging erection, stepped toward Lang and pressed the tip to her lips. With no hesitation, she took his erection into her mouth. Kent watched with mounting pleasure as Professor Lang worked his length deep into her throat. Mary was suddenly at Kent's side.

"Kiss," Kent said totally into the dirty moment. 

Lang pulled away from Kent's cock, she grabbed Mary by the arm and pulled her down for a kiss. When the kiss ended, Lang let the spunk that Mary had transfer to her mouth drool down her chin. Mary gave a tiny half smile, wiped her mouth and went to her circle.

"Don't let the next one come in your mouth," Kent said to Mary. "Get him close then then jerk him off on the professor's face." Kent looked down at Lang. "Come kiss her Neffie."

The pretty Filipino girl walked over, daintily pushed her long dark hair aside, knelt beside Lang and kissed her messy mouth. Kent knelt down too to get a close intimate look. He couldn't resist bushing a hand over Neffie's smooth brown ass as he watched. Then Mary was there with an erection in hand. Lang and Neffie broke their kiss and Lang presented herself for the coming anointment.

The sight of Neffie with smeared jizz on her lips and chin prompted Kent to change his request. "Hit Neffie instead!" he said excited to the point of ... he couldn't put into words how excited he felt. In this world inside his head, every sensation, visual or physical came at him tenfold. 

Mary pumped the solid cock with both her hands. The guy hissed, his body went rigid. Mary stopped pumping and white fluid sprayed all over Neffie's upturned, brown face. Most of the stuff landed on her lips and chin. Her eyes rolled up to Kent and she gave him one of her dazzling white smiles.

"Both of you," Kent said to Mary and Neffie, "find a cock to suck then bring it here for Lang." The two young women went to do his biding. Kent held a hand out to Lang, she took it and he lead her to the deck at the front of the class. Lang cleared the desk free of obstacles with a sweep of her arm. With her ass facing Kent, she leaned forward, spread her legs a bit and dropped her elbows onto the desk. She looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Fuck me like an alpha male."

He pulled his shirt off, gripped his raging erection and entered the professor's wet opening in one rough thrust. He gripped her hips, planted his feet firmly and started siding in and out of her. She reached between her legs and vigorously massaged her clitoris. 

"Oh yeah ... fuck me like an alpha ... just the way I like it."

Mary was at their side gripping a ready erection. Kent watched Mary pump the spewing cock onto Lang's hair on the left side of her head. Neffie pushed in with a fresh erection on the left. Lang turned her head just enough and Kent watched her cheek and chin get soaked 

"I'm gonna come!" Kent barked. He pulled out of Lang and she dropped to her knees before him. Without being told, Neffie and Mary flanked her. Kent gripped his wet erection and centered it on Lang's dripping face.

"Come on me like an alpha," Lang said. "Come on all of us."

Kent sprayed Lang's upturned face down the middle from between her eye brows down to her chin adding to the existing mess. He quickly swept to the right blasting an irregular line of white on Neffie's forehead making her giggle. He swung over to Mary on the other side and let loose a barrage on her slightly parted lips.

"Yuck," Mary said and pressed her full lips together to squeeze the stuff from her mouth. 

Lang presented her tongue and he coated in one large oozing blast. He swung back to Neffie and finished on her cute button nose with a final leaping rope.

"Kent!" a forceful voice suddenly filled his head. It was Harriet.

Kent sat up in in his dorm room bed sweating and panting.

"Fuck!" he said a bit too loudly. He looked over to see if he had awoken his roommate but the guy was still snoring lightly. Kent looked at the clock on his desk, it was 1:23. "One, two, three he whispered as he shook off the fluff of his odd little dream. "No more beer before bed," he told himself. He stared at the textured ceiling of his dorm room for a long time. Sleep finally returned and he rolled on his side. The clock said 1:23.