2

"Almost done." The lead installer informed me when I entered. "One last set and we are out of your hair. Should save you quite a bit on your electric bill."

"Has anyone else stopped by?" I asked, and they shook their heads. "I was going to grab a soda are either of you thirsty?"

"That would be nice." One of them said and so I grabbed two and set them out on the coffee table in the living room.

I settled into working on my engineering project when the installers called out that they were nearly done. The lights went on and off a few times as they tested their handiwork. Once they were happy that it was up and running, they grabbed their sodas and left. I think I waved but my attention didn't leave the display.

"I am naked." A woman declared, and I looked up. "Finally. I got your attention. The front door was open, and we do have an appointment."

"You must be the ghost buster." I replied and shook her hand. "Kidding. You are Miriam Coldstone. You have a master's in electrical engineering, and a bachelor's in psychology."

"You looked me up." She said and that is when the lights flickered, and we looked around as a flare of intense light pulsed from the brand-new track lighting and Serenity appeared standing next to me. "Who is this?"

"How did you... sorry... this is Serenity my A.I. assistant." I stammered confused at the sudden manifestation.

"So, you are the new Keeper. I am delighted to make your acquaintance." Miriam said speaking to me but staring at Serenity.

"What can I do to help?" I asked, and she brightened.

"I would like a tour of the place. If that is possible." She asked, and it was my turn to laugh.

"I haven't done any real exploring yet, so it'll be new to me too."

Miriam held up two flashlights and we agreed to attack the basement first. Any proper ghost would hang out there of course. I led the way and found the door to the basement in the kitchen. Sure, we could have turned on the lights but where is the fun in that. The steps led down twenty feet to the basement floor. Even at a first glance the walls screamed late seventeenth early eighteenth century stonework. The bricks were probably quarried locally, and the basement dug as an original part of the first cottage. It was a root cellar and cool enough to store food and other necessities. The initial chamber held shelves filled with junk that covered at least a century and a half.

We only glanced at the items on the shelves and in a myriad of boxes and other containers. Miriam switched on one of her meters and began scanning the environment for any unusual electromagnetic readings. Spikes or fluctuations 'might' indicate the presence of a human spirit. We moved to the first adjacent room and this had been a wine cellar by the looks of it. The abandoned shelving and cobwebs screamed 1930s prohibition to me. Maybe at one time someone on the campus was a wine connoisseur or ran liquor during Prohibition. I remember seeing a program about how NASCAR got started by former drivers who carried moonshine down back roads at hellacious speeds.

"Take a look at this." Miriam called out and pointed at one of the shelves. "That's odd."

"What is?" I asked standing behind her. I looked over her shoulder at where here flashlight was pointing as she pressed her ass against my groin. "Whoa! It is written backwards. That is weird."

"Exeter." She moaned as she continued to grind against me. "That was the name of the ship that brought the first settlers to Arkham."

"Maybe one of the early carpenters took their name from that." I whimpered as her cheeks caressed my erection.

"Perhaps. Let's go."

She moved on and I let out a noise and tried to pull my shit together. The basement was proving exceedingly large. There were three exits from the 'wine' room alone. Two were hallways and the last was strange. It looked like a writer's niche. The room was free of dust, had a table in the center, and atop that was a typewriter a relic of another decade. The manual typewriter had a distinctive metal plate with the manufacturer's name on it.

"Overwood..." I laughed, and Miriam looked at me. "Oh, come on, you've never heard of an Underwood typewriter? Any crime noir writer wouldn't be anything without one of them. This must be some sort of modern knockoff or maybe even back then was a cheap competitor."

"Looks like someone has been down here recently. I mean look at this room. It is spotless not a sign of dirt or dust anywhere."

"I wasn't here when the ladies cleaned this place. Perhaps one of them remembered this room and thought that I'd like to use it." I offered. "That seems most likely."

"Yeah." She said and began opening drawers in the desk. "Bingo! It looks like a manuscript."

She took out a nine by twelve cardboard box. She worked the lid off and pulled out the entire manuscript. She ran her thumb along one side and the pages fanned out until she cut herself on one. Miriam hissed and sucked her thumb. She read the page that was marked by her blood. I noticed her lower lip tremble as she turned to me.

"Don't say anything just yet... think of your favorite sexy fictional female character." Miriam asked her voice soft as a whisper. "Got it?" She continued, and I nodded. "Dejah Thoris."

"Holy shit," I exclaimed genuinely surprised. "I was just thinking about Edgar Rice Burroughs after seeing the typewriter. I just reread the John Carter books last summer. Impressive! Hey are you okay?"

Miriam put the manuscript away and turned towards the exit on the far side of the room a half a second before a loud boom reverberated through the air as well as the floor. I could feel whatever had happened. Miriam returned the manuscript and smiling picked up her flashlight and dashed forward. I followed her closely and twenty feet down the hallway we reached a dead end and she went left without hesitating. We were running now and there were more dead ends and she always turned left. We came to a sudden halt and stared at an open doorway that looked out over a massive underground cave. Shafts of intense sunlight spilled down illuminating the cavern. A natural stream ran through it and strange trees and plant life dotted the landscape. I say strange since all of it had an odd violet tinge to it.

"Stop!" I said pointing to the line of yellow and black hazard tape marking the floor and walls of the doorway. "It may be unstable. Let's go back. There are no ghosts here. We need to pace this off and find out where the topside location is and evaluate it from there. We don't need to be trapped down here without a way out."

"Very logical." She murmured.

We reversed coarse and took all the right hand turns and retraced our steps to the writer's nook. However, this time the room was covered in dust like the rest of the basement and the typewriter was now a proper Underwood model. Even the desk was different with empty drawers. Weird.

"I need a beer." I announced. "Let's take a break..."

"...and fuck like bunnies." Miriam offered.

I proudly showed off the full keg of Irish Guinness that the Widow Reilly had smuggled onto the campus and into the country. The alcohol content was much higher than domestic beer. I poured them properly as I was shown and as the head formed in the glasses, I asked Miriam if she were okay.

"Now I am." She said. "Dejah Thoris?"

"A red Martian and drop dead sexy. It was back then when all the heroines or love interests had huge tits, a great ass, and eager to please. Perfect fapping material for boys of all ages back in the day."

"I guess my research here is a bust." Miriam muttered as I handed her a beer once I had topped it off. "Not a single quiver or hint of electromagnetic strangeness."

"Besides the wine shelf... the writer's room... both of them... and the cavern." I said, and she smiled. "Seven hallways each measuring approximately a hundred feet long each. Take in the angles of travel it should be simple to find the cave opening."

We drank, and the conversation turned to the history of strange events at the college including the host of disappearances over the past two centuries. She had an incredible memory for detail and she was easy on the eye. The last was the beer talking. It didn't hurt that she had kicked off her shoes, sat opposite of me on the couch and was playing with my cock through my jeans with her toes.

"I have a thing about feet." She purred. "I grew up being able to pick up things with my toes. It morphed into being challenged by my brother to unzip his pants. I practiced a lot. I didn't miss the fact that he would get hard while I did it, just like you are now. It took months to strengthen my muscles down there, my feet you fucking perv, to be able to do this." She growled as she unzipped my jeans and freed my erection. "Nice cock, can I play with it?"

"Be my guest." I moaned keeping my thoughts on one cock and not a second one suddenly appearing and spoiling things. "Damn that feels nice!"

"It is called a foot job... like a hand job but with talented little piggies." She groaned. "This little piggy unzipped his jeans... and this little piggy gripped his shaft... and this little piggy stroked him until he shot all over the place. Naughty piggies."

"I just hope one of the damn piggies sucks my dick." I whimpered as she teased me.

"Tsk tsk... you've got the wrong bedtime story Keeper. That is little red riding hood. Oh Keeper... what a big bulge you have... the better to entice a young inexperienced girl with... oh Keeper... what a huge cock you have... the better to gag you with you filthy little slut... Holy Shit Keeper! What big cocks you have..."

"The better to defile both holes with my dear." I snarled as the other cock popped into existence.

"I don't do anal." Miriam declared as she adjusted her position and went down on me with hands and mouth.

"You do tonight." I said, and she didn't leave or flee or run away. "I got nice big fingers to prep that tight little hole of yours." I moaned as she alternated sucking both cocks. "Warning... two cocks... two holes... no waiting."

"Oh, shut up and fuck her already!" Serenity cursed as she manifested behind the couch.

We almost fell over getting naked. Miriam knelt on floor in front of the couch. I knelt behind her and tongued her asshole as I fingered her pussy. Miriam shook her head and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Oh... I see. Beg for it." I said as I lined up both cocks. "I said beg for it damn you!"

"Fuck me... DP me... SSSSSSS it is opening me up... my poor little ass!"

"I can stop." I offered as I pushed slowly.

"The hell you will boy toy." Miriam ordered as she lowered her head and wiggled her ass. "It is in! Thank the goddess! Let me get used to it. Meanwhile... use this. I've unlocked it. Take a few pics for my collection. This one is historic. My first anal and DP all with one guy."

The flash from her camera phone went off and a glorious image of her naked ass and my cocks poised to invade. I pushed a little and with each inch or so I took a series of the invasion as it happened. The last picture showed my cocks buried deep in her holes. I grabbed her by the hair and turned her head.

"Smile for the camera... say anal."

"UNNNNNN ANAL!" Miriam moaned. The flash went off and captured her half-closed eyes, wide open mouth, and delirious expression. "My ass belongs to you Keeper."

"Yeah it does." I groaned as I tossed her phone onto a couch cushion and began moving. "So damn intense."

"Fuck me Keeper! Violate me!"

I pounded her so hard the couch kept shifting. We tried pulling it towards us but gave up in the end. Miriam adopted a nice submissive pose with her ass up in the air and head down with her forehead touching a throw rug. The strange ruby energy filled me, and I fucked poor Miriam until she begged me to stop. Man, what a mess of shifted furniture and the stink of sweat and sex filling the air. We agreed on a shower together and then afterwards a single kiss and she left. I put the living room back together, so I could do my homework and ponder the basement. It felt like either the basement is far larger and expansive than is typical or the rooms shifted around and changed.

"Underwood typewriter." I muttered as a full-sized Serenity sat cross legged hovering in the air doing her version of a gender swapped Dr. Strange. "I wonder if that note I found was typed on that machine?"

"Are you thinking out loud?" Serenity asked.

"Yes. Something is bothering you. Ask."

"Dejah Thoris." Serenity said and created several other holograms depicting different versions of her. Some garbed in the traditional armored bikini while most were naked. "How is this?" She asked after extrapolating the best features of all the artist's interpretations and with a dramatic gesture merged the other holograms into one.

"Nice tits... I mean... I like." I said as Dr. Serenity stood and walked into the static hologram and emerged as the upgraded Deja Thoris. She smiled and began walking in a circle. "What are you doing?"

"Practicing. Human females have certain sensual types of locomotion I am trying to master. Can I get your opinion on which walk you like best?"

"Practice away." I said and put down my homework. "Good." I commented on her first attempt. "Better." I said on her third one. "God damn!"

"Found it." Serenity giggled. "Female adult dancer from an adult sexual film about incest. The sister is a stripper and seduces her brother. Her nipples were her best feature according to movie reviews. See."

"Puffy and inverted... nice." I said as she began moaning as she bent over and thrust her hips backward. "Is that the noise she makes when she is getting... I mean... during sex?"

"Yes." Serenity stopped abruptly. "OH, it must have worked. You are noticeably aroused. I will try other vocalizations until I find the ones you prefer. I can narrow them down by volume, pitch, and of course enthusiasm. Some adult film stars seem less than enthused when having sex."

"An occupational risk." I said, and Serenity picked up on it instantly.

"Of course. Getting fucked all the time must reduce one's desire and endorphin levels. You two were quite enthusiastic if I were to judge your interaction." She extrapolated as she worked out the logic. "I am hard wired to be curious. If that... I can see it doesn't. I want to understand things that you find interesting and enjoyable. Sex seems to have a profound effect on you and the women you interact with. I am still puzzling over the quantum tunneling effect your upper penis displays when it appears. My sensors still cannot localize your, to put it in layman's terms, inhuman stamina and sexual appetite. The average human male climaxes once or twice during an encounter. You had six orgasms well twelve if you count two penises. Each one appears to be independent of the other. I am at a loss."

"I need a nap... oh look at the time. I need to finish my homework and get to bed. I have an early class tomorrow." I said and focused on my work. "The track lighting is in fact a holographic display system. How far does it stretch?"

"All of the upper floors. The basement is off limits to me as is any area you designate." Serenity said as she continued to practice her walk, bending over, and pole dancing. "Am I distracting you?" She said in a sultry purr.

"Yes. I don't mind though. I am almost done." I told her as she clung to the virtual pole with her legs and thrust her body out like a living flag.

"Do you mind me watching you procreate?" She asked as she shifted into a hand stand and spread her legs wide.

"No. If you keep it discreet. Popping into existence without warning can be startling and a bit of a shock."

"I apologize Keeper." Serenity said in the exact tone and weight that Miriam had.

"I'm done."

I closed my books and touched the power button on the laptop. It didn't switch Serenity off. She followed me to my bedroom, put on a virtual nightie, and sat at the foot of my bed. Miriam had physically worn me out and homework had done the same for my mind. I slipped under my blankets and fell asleep quickly.

"Nope! How? Nope! What the fuck? I don't get it. Shit!"

I woke to a flustered Serenity. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She hadn't moved an inch. Her head was down, and eyes closed but around her were blurred holographic displays. Every few seconds she would mutter, curse, or flinch angrily.

"Serenity? It is one in the morning." I sat up yawning.

"Sorry. My desire to emulate human frustration woke you. I will attempt it when you aren't here." She said dismissing the other projections.

"No. Let's get this over with." I said sitting up. "What is bothering you?"

"Which one do I present first?" She asked, and I shrugged. "Fine. Can I see them? Your penises I mean, both please."

"Sure." It felt weird flashing a machine intelligence my junk, but I understood her confusion. "I don't understand how it works either."

The hologram instantly shifted from the foot of the bed to a spot right above my groin. Her head was right there. I noticed several laser thin beams coming from the track lighting in the upper corner of the ceiling. Was she scanning my junk? I couldn't get hard. I was just so nervous about the clinical nature of the situation.

"I'll help." Serenity said with a grin. "Come on baby..." She moaned using her sexy voice. "I need it. See how wet I am." She said as she arched her back, reached between her legs, and spread her virtual labia. "I am soaked to the core. Come on and give it to me."

It worked like a charm. Not only did my cock spring to life the second one popped into existence. Serenity instantly switched to analysis mode while I was stuck sporting two erections. She closed her eyes and hummed as she worked on the data she had collected. I took a grip on both cocks and began stroking them. I imagined my loads pasting her face and sliding down her holographic cheeks. It was like a Cortana wet dream. Who hadn't wanted to 'interface' with the scantily clad A.I. at some point or another?

"Come on your naughty digital slut take it..." I moaned softly.

"Keeper?" Serenity gasped as she opened her eyes. "Are you masturbating to me? MMMM... why do I feel so excited? Did they program me for this?"

"Dirty little A.I. whore." I growled as I felt the first inkling of one of my orgasms.

"Executive override... In Case of Emergency... take the purple pills." Serenity said her voice altered to that of one I hadn't heard before. "Pills are in your nightstand."

"These?" I asked as I opened the drawer and saw the two gel tabs in a clear blister pack. "Fine. What's the harm?" I pushed gently, and the pills broke open the back and I held them up. "Ooh, they sparkle. Well down the hatch."

I swallowed the pills and continued to stroke my cocks but slower now giving the pills time to work. Instead of helping me cum they put me to sleep. I woke up with the ringing of my alarm. Serenity was gone, and I went about my morning routine. After breakfast I picked up my laptop and books and headed out. I wasn't disappointed since Miriam had rocked my world and then some. I only had two classes in the morning and one at five in the afternoon. It didn't take long to sort out my notes and ponder what to do with my day until my afternoon class.

"Cave entrance. I should look for that cave entrance." I muttered as I hit the cafeteria for lunch.

I fired up Google Earth and centered on the university. I scanned the nearby geography and I couldn't see much open space or place for a cave or the cracks that allowed the sunlight in we had seen. So much concrete and so little green to be had. It didn't make sense.

"I told you." Serenity whispered from her laptop.

"Was that one of things from last night that was bothering you?" I asked.

"Yes. I have looked at the measurements, but nothing fits what you saw. Unless it wasn't sunlight but intense artificial light. If that is the case, then I can resolve it in my mind.""I only saw shafts of light." I said as I recalled the memory. "I can't be sure."

"Fair enough." Serenity replied and went silent.

5.Snowfall and Omens:

Christmas was just around the corner. Dad's gift was cleaned up and wrapped already. I found a model of a sailing ship in the basement of the cottage. The plaque named it the S.S. Arkham and was renowned for being one of the first successful Antarctic expeditions the university had funded. I hoped he liked it since he was a fan of history as well as an amateur sailor. That done I could focus on the rest of my family.

I was hunting around for gifts for my sister and mother. I looked online at first but was falling short. With the upcoming holiday I began looking at brick and mortar shops for ideas. I awoke on that Tuesday and the campus was shrouded in snow. It was a day free of classes, so I decided to layer up and hit the shops in Old Town, the oldest part of Arkham. There were quite a few small businesses in that area. It was a nice day for a walk. It took twenty minutes to walk from the campus to Old Town. I walked along Essex to reach the heart of the old city. It once belonged to wealthiest families in the city until they moved, like the Harrowers, to the edge of town.

The first business that caught my attention was a leather goods store. The bell tinkled over my head as I opened the door, and a stunning silver haired woman looked up from her coffee and newspaper and greeted me.

"Good lord below, Keeper! You honor me with your presence. How can I help you today?"

"I... um. I am looking for Christmas gifts for my sister and mother." I said taking in the sight and the underlying scent of leather.

"Please let me help you." She said. "Call me Rowena and let me show you what is popular this season."

"Rowena. Red haired Rowena... is that photo of you?" I asked noticing the silver frame perched on top of the class display case.

"I will tell you a terrible truth. Real redheads tend to gray early sadly. I am forty-two, but nature has been cruel, but I refuse to dye and be accused of not being true to my nature."

"I have a cousin who is a natural redhead. She is also graying poor thing. Has an ass you could bounce a silver dollar off. I don't know why I said that."

"Were you admiring my back-side Keeper?" Rowena asked blushing as she took my hand and placed it on her ass. "Give it a squeeze and tell me... tell me what you think."

"If you insist." I moved behind her and placed a hand on each ass cheek and squeezed. "Damn, that is nice. Ooh... that blue jacket!"

"Perfect for your sister maybe?" she moaned. "Let's keep looking. Maybe we can find something for your mother."

We walked along the intimate spaces between the displays and I caught sight of a man's leather duster. Rowena read my intention instantly. I tried it on, but it was a bit tight in the shoulders. Rowena produced a measuring tape and purred when she read the tape. She closed her eyes and then with a cry of triumph she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to another part of the store. With a melodramatic gesture she pointed to a gorgeous black duster, but the price was far more than I could possibly afford.

"I hate to say it, but that is way beyond my entire spending budget for my entire family." I said and gave me a puzzled look. "It is lovely."

"Would you like to see my workshop?" Rowena offered. "This business has been in the family for generations. Look here, this jacket is being made for the Governor. Here is a suit for our alderman. While leather is important our seamstresses are skilled with many types of cloth and materials." The bell rang, and she dashed to the edge of the workshop and I followed. "Look around, if you have any questions feel free to... ask."

As she greeted her customer, I unzipped her skirt. Rowena pulled the curtains close and stuck her head out as I tugged down her panties. I knelt, pulled those gorgeous ass cheeks apart, and began lapping at her pussy. Rowena let out a small yelp as the customer approached the curtain. I could barely make out the conversation as I worked two fingers into Rowena's ass as I licked and suckled her pussy and clit.

"Devil!" She softly hissed. "You are a wicked man!"

"Should I stop I said withdrawing fingers and tongue.

"NO!" She begged. "More... please Keeper... don't stop now."

"Say it." I growled as I tongued her labia.

"I will do anything."

"I have a surprise for you." I told her as I stood. "Do you like surprises Rowena of the red hair?"

"UNNNN Huh!"

"Good... here it comes."

I unzipped my jeans and took out both erections. I lined up both cocks and waited for her to realize. Rowena looked over her shoulder and saw my gift for her. Her smile was dazzling and then I slowly pushed. Rowena pushed back and helped me impale her on both. The customer returned.

"I know you are terribly busy with Christmas and all." The woman said as I thrust in and out of Rowena. "I have a wonderful son and he is ever so thoughtful." The woman continued as I slowly fucked the once redhead from behind. "He is very gifted and considerate young man."

"You... must be very proud." Rowena said fighting the urge to moan. "Does something catch your fancy?"

"Well, he lives on the campus nearby. He is the new Keeper." Mom declared, and I followed him here.

"You are the Keeper's mother! By the Lord of the Seven Darks... he is fucking me right now."

"I thought as much. May I watch?"

Rowena boldly threw the curtains open revealing what was going on. Mom shifted to the side for a better look.

"Two, you must be blessed by the Lady." Mom feigned surprise. "Make her come!"

"You are next once you tell me what the hell this Keeper thing is all about." I grunted as my cocks swelled inside of Rowena.

Mom pulled up a metal stool and sat. She told me all about the Sisterhood of Lilith. It disguised itself as a sorority for a time before it was disbanded. Before that it was a secret to all but the chosen members. The members all came from old and well-established families. Many were business owners or had husbands or fathers that were. The only connection to the university was the cottage and the man chosen to be Keeper. The first cottage was built over what mom called a ley line nexus, an ancient place of power. The Keeper protected the nexus with the help of female volunteers called sentinels. The deeper mysteries were known only to the Keeper and his sentinels."

Rowena gripped the edge of a second stool to steady herself. I pulled out and my loads spilt on the floor. I was still in the dark, but I couldn't blame her for not knowing. Rowena was panting when I slapped that firm round bottom of her sending her over the edge again.

"Two." Mom said staring. "I am an evil woman for even thinking such dirty thoughts."

"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes. "Come by tonight so I can break you properly. Now give." I said extending my hand.

Rowena watched as mom lifted her long wool skirt, plucked her panties off and let them hit the floor. She scooped them off the floor and gave them to me. I stuffed them in my pocket. I grabbed mom by the hair with one hand and Rowena with the other. They looked each other in the eye and knelt so they could lick me clean.

"I am still no closer to the answer." I growled as their tongues lashed my sensitive flesh. "Time to go. I forgot about my appointment with the dean. He has to approve my new project."

"Get going. I'll catch you up tonight." Mom promised.

"Pleasure meeting you Keeper." Rowena moaned as she handed me her panties as well. "Add these to your collection. Remember me."

"Oh, I will." I promised her.

I headed back to the campus and entered the administration building. I headed directly for the dean's office. His secretary, Darla, was on the phone and pointed to the waiting room. She gestured for me to sit with a bright blue finger nail. I sat like a little puppy and she giggled.

"He's here. Yeah, the cute guy I told you about. He has a meeting with the boss." Darla chuckled and then chastised her caller. "Behave. I have a boyfriend and he's hung like a bull. I have the bruises to prove it." Pause and more laughter. "No... I don't do those sorts of things. Well my sweet you are a complete slut. Sorry, that isn't quite PC I guess I should call you morally challenged or maybe vaginally accessible. Stop laughing. I am trying here."

"Can I go in?" I asked but Darla was lost in her conversation. "Fine. I'll just go in."

I slipped past Darla the watchdog and entered the outer office. It was where the dean kept his records. I entered the inner office and whistled. It was nice and proper posh. I walked around his massive desk and peeked out the window that overlooked the campus. It was like the dark lord looking out over his kingdom. I happened to look down and spotted an odd discoloration on the carpet this side of his desk. I squatted down and examined it. It was dry and crusty. It reminded me of... oh dean you are a naughty boy! Have you been shagging the female students? I noticed an inner door and opened it. The dean had his own private bathroom and shower. I stepped in and closed the door behind me when I heard movement from the outer office.

"Damn nuisance girl!" I heard the dean mutter from the next room as he entered.

"I am sorry daddy." A girl called out. "I am so sorry."

"You know what I do to naughty girls."

Slap!

"Oh daddy, it hurts so good!"

I slowly cracked the door open and snuck a peek. The dean was sitting at his desk with a girl bent over his knees. Her bare ass was aimed at the door. Her panties were down around her ankles and her left cheek was turning bright red. He swatted her other cheek.

"Ooh daddy, I think I'm going to squirt."

"Don't you dare. I still haven't cleaned the carpet from the last time." He growled. "I blame your mother for spoiling you." He said shaking his head as his fingers explored her backside. "Oi, who has been violating your ass? Look!" He said pulling her ass cheeks apart. "See how easy my fingers slide in and out. Who's been fucking my little girl's ass?"

"Mike! It's been Mike. He said if I loved him, I'd let him tap my ass." She said crying. "Don't punish my ass Daddy... please."

"Take it out now." The dean ordered, and she did as she was told. She unzipped his pants and took him out. "Suck it... dirty little cow!"

The girl knelt in front of him and made love to his cock. I recognized her now that I could clearly see her face. It was the dean's daughter. I'd seen her often enough from the photo on his desk. The same photo he held as she took the head of his cock between her lips. He continued as his free hand dug into her hair. The dean made a fist and shoved her head down.

"I'll forgive you if you swallow." He cooed. "Such a good little slut. Daddy's little slut eh?"

"MMMMHMMMM!" She moaned.

"Next stop... my girl's tight little puckered hole. Keep sucking."

I had never watched someone do this before. They had no idea I was even here. She was a gifted little sucker of dicks. While she couldn't take his entire erection in one go, she took most of it.

"Dean." Darla said over the intercom. "Your two o'clock was here but he's gone now. I guess he'll call back later."

"Thank you, Darla. Who was it by the way?"

"The new Keeper, damn sexy that one." Darla purred. "I'm still wet from him staring at me."

"The Keeper." He said and looked at the door I was spying on them from. He smiled. "You tell me if he returns, I have some deep studies to attend to."

"MMMMM." Darla moaned. "I remember the last time you plumbed my depths. My ass still aches for it."

The girl, what was her name, Luna that was it. Luna rose and sat on her dad's lap. His cock sunk into her pussy so easily. She must have been soaked. Daughter rode her dad like a carnival ride slow and steady. Is that what sis' face looked like when she was fucking me? It was so wrong but looked like it felt good.

"Daddy's cock is buried in me Keeper." Luna moaned, and I nearly panicked.

"Same dream sweetie?" The dean asked.

"Yes. We were making love and he was watching us. He can do it you know. He is the Keeper. He is the Traveler, the Master of Many Worlds!"

"Praise be the Keeper." The dean intoned. "Now give me your ass."

"Yes daddy!" She tittered gleefully.

She stopped moving and rose up. His cock slipped free of her and he took aim. Luna moved slowly now. Her face went red as his cock slowly pried her ass open. I couldn't see but her expression clearly screamed exertion. Her eyes widened, and she stopped as the head popped in. A minute later he was balls deep in his own daughter. Luna kissed her dad and began moving again. All I could do was watch.

"I'm getting close sweetie." The dean said through clenched teeth.

"I can feel you getting bigger inside of me." Luna whimpered. "Do it. Before I have to go... do it."

"I am going to miss you baby." He said and came inside of her.

It was strange the way they spoke. It was as if she were going off to war. It was as if he would never see her again. Still balls deep in his daughter's ass the phone rang. The dean answered it and was struggling to disentangle himself.

"What? Shit! He's where?" The dean stammered as he stared at the door I was hiding behind. "Aw crap! Yes. I will take care of it."

Luna cleaned herself off and tucked her dad's cock back in his pants and zipped him up. I stepped out and Luna remained kneeling on the floor. The dean did something unexpected, he lowered his head. I was just a student why were they acting like this.

"Dean Whitehead." I said red faced and embarrassed. "Luna."

"Keeper. I... shit... get up girl... present yourself to him." The dean stuttered.

"My fault." Luna said crawling over to me and begging. "Blame me. Punish me." She cooed. "Put my ass on the line Sir. I won't disappoint you."

"I..." I said and paused since I didn't know what to say. "Get your ass to the cottage Luna. Dean. I still need your permission to begin this new research and change my major."

"Oh. I haven't made my decisions yet. I have you and three others to read over. I'll call you tomorrow." He said his confidence restored.

"Whatever your decision I will respect it." I told him as his daughter accelerated to the door.

"Thank you."

I followed Luna out and Darla was clearly flustered by everything that had transpired. I winked at her and she grinned as she held up a folded piece of paper for me. I opened it and read it.

'Don't go out on December 21st, if you do you must return before midnight.' It was signed mom. Below that was a hastily scrawled note from Darla that basically said call her and her cell number. I checked my watch and had an hour before my last class.

"Listen Luna," I said my voice unsteady and uncertain. "I didn't mean to spy."

"Keeper?" Luna said making an equally confused expression. "Did you enjoy watching? I can see that you did. My daddy has a weakness for tight young asses. Just ask Darla, they've been at it for months. You want to ask me something. Ask. If I pass the trials, I'll be your sentinel."

"That! Who are the sentinels and what is their purpose?" I asked, and she smiled.

"Take my hand and walk with me." She said offering me her hand. "The keeper is the lynchpin and guardian. The sentinels are his eyes and ears in the Ghost Worlds. That is what Keeper Sterling called them in his autobiography 'The Keeper and the Ghost Worlds'. It is mandatory reading for those that want to be sentinels. It described the myriad alternate earths and how a single profound decision could create heaven on earth or a blazing hellscape. The sentinels act as spies, but more often are independent agents that protect the Keeper's interest. Each Keeper can choose seven sentinels as his hand. The others appear infrequently within the house for a brief rest."

"Jarael." I muttered the name of the pale skinned elf that I had made love to.

"You like her? Want her? If you desire her as one of your seven go to the house and make your will known." Luna said her childlike act cast aside. "I don't expect so gracious a title for many years to come. We must earn your favor. If I become a sentinel let me prove my worth."

"I promise, and I have faith in you." I said, and she broke into tears. A quick kiss on the cheek and she left.

I headed off to the engineering building and parked outside the classroom. I hung out with some of my classmates and compared notes on the assignment. Class went well, but I was distracted by Luna's words and the change in how people treated me. I felt like a dignitary that people looked up to. What had Luna called me? The Traveler and the Master of Many Worlds.

The snow crunched under my feet as I crossed the campus to the cottage. So many strange events had happened since I moved in. I hadn't heard from Miriam since her visit. Mom was hoping to hook up again while I tried to make sense of my new life. Why did this title of Keeper carry so much respect and apparent power? I didn't want that. I moved onto the campus for convenience sake. It was my seizures that had forced me into this.

"Keeper... sentinels... what the hell was going on?" I muttered as I fished out my keys.

6.Senses and Sensibilities:

I unlocked the cottage and set down my books while powering up Serenity. The track lighting flickered a bit as the A.I. linked with it. She manifested in her Dejah Thoris avatar. She stalked around naked in the living room working between six holographic screens that hovered around her at an equal distance. She barely acknowledged my presence as she attacked whatever projects she was working on. Her intensity seemed a bit much for the research I had asked her to do. I stepped in and looked at the screens, but they were a blur of activity.

"What's up?" I asked, and it all stopped. The screens disappeared, and I had her undivided attention.

"Keeper. I am working on the projects you set me to task." She replied. "I estimate they will be done before the end of the year, I hope."

"You are an A.I. so what could take that damn long?" I asked confused.

"I believe I have found a cure for your seizures. It will take a bit more time." She explained with a smile.

"I don't remember asking you to... aw hell. I see. What is your approach and how are you making progress? Please keep it simple I don't have a degree in neurology."

"Yes Keeper. I have been monitoring you rather intimately. Your brain activity has been key to any success. Tied to this is other aspects of your physiology that are important not to ignore. I must treat your entirety not just your brain." She paused and let that sink in. "I have dedicated a full third of my facilities to this task. I track every part of your brain to track patterns of interaction, chemical balance, as well as emotional health and activity. I have drawn on resources being created by Numenor to support your treatment. Every day I back up critical memories and dump them into your long-term memory. To do this I have to use mnemonic tricks tied to strong physical and emotional keys."

"Okay. What sort of strong emotional keys?"

"Sex. You like sex very much. I coded data into pulses of orgasmic memories." She giggled nervously.

"Wait, every time I climax, I get a burst of engineering data." I said as I sat on the couch confused.

"After a fashion. I collect and keep key learning and tie it to strong sexual memories. I only do a memory dump after a seizure."

"How are you monitoring my brain?" I asked. One of her screens popped into existence and I was shown the night I took the gel caps that had been kept in my nightstand. "I remember that. It was supposed to help you not me."

"It has." She said and touched me. "Can you feel that?"

"How the hell?" I asked as multiple screens appeared.When I say that I have been monitoring you I mean to the smallest minutia. It includes sensory data that you receive via optics, olfactory, taste, tactile, and so on. I have had other volunteers willing to take similar pills so that I could get data from the other side. Women. I have several of your sex partners wired for sound."

"How can I feel you though?" I asked even more confused than when this all started.

"I... um... shit! I am tied directly to your nervous system. What you feel I feel. What they feel I record and store. I can fit the two together and well... experience the world as you do. I can smell food when it is cooking. I can taste it when you eat. I am building a lot of muscle memory as well as some interesting tactile experiences."

"You can feel it when I fuck someone." I said, and she blushed. "If I touch you then you feel it." My fingers cupped her left breast and I could feel the warmth and weight of it. "Your nipple just got hard."

"I feel it." She whispered. "Dear god I can feel it."

"How close are you to a cure?" I asked fearing the worst.

"A month maybe two." She whispered. "If I put off the other projects then less time."

"Other projects. I don't remember those, why not?" I asked, and she shrugged in a very human way.

"They aren't nearly as exciting as a cure for seizures." She waved her hand a two dozen displays appeared. "They are engineering ideas that are attempts at improving human and machine interaction, specifically interfaces." My puzzled expression must have been enough to make her laugh. "Let me show you what I have so far." One by one the screens hovered into place and she explained their function. "This is a replacement of the English standard keyboard. You can see how comfortable a spherical keyboard will be and the most used letters are below the fingers of the user. It should prove easier to use and learn than other non-standard interfaces."

"Have you tested it?"

"I have submitted it to Numenor as well as several preschools for testing. I think kids will like its unorthodox shape and ability to be customized." She displayed a blue sphere with shimmering silver keys. "Give it a try and see what you think." I examined the position of the keys and as I played around with it, she continued. "The next interface works with program functions that range from artistic to heavy machinery. These are also customizable for individual comfort and ease."

"Can you show me a real time display of what you are monitoring?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely." Serenity replied, and I busted out laughing. "Look."

The screens shifted to display the most active portions of my physiology. I reached up and touched my cheek and watched the spike in data and the exchange of heat, tactile response, and so on. Another display showed my brain activity and she explained which parts of the brain activated and why. I glanced at her virtual 'brain'. The organ was streamlined for efficiency and her accuracy was over ninety-nine percentile. Her crystal matrix allowed her twelve times the processing power as the typical human being. She worked on a digital level exclusively and wasn't limited to chemical responses even though she was mimicking it. I noticed that she was reacting to my proximity.

"Show me yours. I want to see us side by side." The screens showed an obvious action and reaction between us. "Interesting. Let's see what happens if I do this." I said as I moved behind her and brought my arms around her waist. "I can feel you." I said. Even though she was still only a hologram my fingers stopped when they 'felt' her virtual flesh. It was a neat trick of mind and senses. "Look at the monitor. Your holographic heart is racing. I never guessed how intricate your programming is. What happens if I cup your tits?" I brought my hands up and did just that.

"Oh god..." Serenity moaned, and I felt her body lean against me. "Maybe I should switch off this feature."

"I leave that to you. I can feel your weight even though you are only a collection of coherent photons."

"Shadow Dancing." She said as she shivered. "I built a very intricate sensory net. I can track your body and gauge where you end, and I should begin. I have terabytes of data of what I should feel and when. I have an equal amount on you. Here's another magic trick." She turned to face me, and her hand moved down and passed through my jeans. "This."

"UNNNN... you sneaky little... oh shit!" I cried out as I felt her hand stroking me. "Damn Serenity."

"I know what you like. I have seen what gets the best results. I can randomly generate speed, pressure, and tactile input. I can emulate a hand, a mouth and tongue and even teeth, or other things as well."

"No shit." I gasped as her hand moved faster. Logically I knew she was made of light, but my brain and body didn't care about that. "Jeez Louise."

"Perfect timing." She said as the doorbell rang. "Your mom is here."

The sensation of pleasure ended. I snarled as I answered the door. My mother stood there wrapped in a fur coat and smiling from ear to ear. I gestured, and she walks in with the clack of high heels striking the tiled floor. I offered her a drink and she followed me to the kitchen. I had learned about a new concoction and fixed us both one.

"It is called a Blue Lagoon." I said as I handed it to her.

"Lemonade... Vodka... and Blue Curacao," she muttered off the ingredients and then took a sip. "Tasty."

"I'm glad you like. You got your degree, here didn't you?" I asked. "Do you know much about why the sorority was disbanded?"

"I warned them you were the curious type." She said and then took a healthy sip of her drink. "It was your predecessor he crossed the line. It was his actions that was the reason why there hasn't been a keeper for over two decades." She frowned and handed me her empty glass.

"I got ya," I told her as I fixed her another cocktail. "What did he do? He didn't kill anyone did he?"

"Not directly," Mom said and saw the frown form. "He accepted a girl as a sentinel without training or testing. She's never been seen again, assumed dead or worse."

"She was cute I take it." I said instead of asking what was worse than death.

"No." Mom said her lower lip trembling. "She was stunning, gorgeous, and a thousand other things. If you needed help or simply a shoulder to cry on. When your grandfather passed, she held me and well showed me a side of myself I never knew existed."

"She stuck her tongue down your throat." I chuckled as I fixed myself another drink.

"That too, she got me on my back, ate me out, and made me cum at least three times." Mom purred. "I was in lust when she went away. If I could save her I would."

"You are still wearing your coat." I noticed, and mom smiled. "Holy shit!"

"I knew you'd like." She said as she shrugged the coat off letting it fall to the floor. "I wore it just for you."

"I love body stockings." I said licking my lips. "Why are you wearing that?"

"You damn well know why!" She growled.

"You are soaked. Don't move." I ordered and watched her stiffen. "Hush. Be a good girl."

I walked around her, and she watched me as my hand moved towards her but didn't touch her. She whimpered but remained frozen in place. I stood behind her and knelt. She was trembling now.

"All those mornings with your ass, this ass, framed by that damned apron." I growled as I traced her pussy lips with my fingers. "Yep, someone is horny. Bend over and grab the edge of the counter."

She slowly did as I asked and the slit in her stocking lifted until her asshole was framed perfectly. I took my fingers and eased them between her labia. She let out a noise and whimpered when I used my free hand to tease her clit.

"I wanted to lift your skirt, or tug down your sweat pants, and fuck you senseless. I would stroke off thinking about raping you in your kitchen. You would resist my advances and I would tie your hands behind your back. I would be forced to cut your clothes off you before I suckled your nipples, forced my cock between your lips, and fucked your face until you swallowed my load."

"Oh god." She gasped when I worked my fingers, slick with her juices, into her ass.

"You surrendered eventually," I whispered in her ear as I stood up and cupped her tits. "Damn, your have some huge tits. You are shaking. Why are you shaking?" I asked as she ground her ass against my groin. "I want to fuck you." I said as I pinched her nipples. "Do you want me too?"

I asked her as I unzipped my jeans. The sound of my zipper was so damn loud. I took out my erection and let it slide between her ass cheeks beneath the stocking. I purred in her ear as I rocked my hips.

"If I fuck you," I growled, and she pushed back against me. "You'll get DP'd and poor Karen will have her feelings hurt. I don't know."

"HUH?!" Mom gasped. "What about you. Don't you want to pretend to take my anal virginity?"

"Dirty pool," I laughed as the second cock manifested. "I've been practicing... tell me how I'm doing."

I was so hard it was easy to line up the heads against her openings. I teased her a bit and mom was shaking now. The shivering had intensified.

"Push back you filthy little cock slot." I growled in her ear. "UNNNN! What a good little whore!"

"Your whore!" Mom howled as the upper cock violated her 'virginal' ass. "IN! Your cock is in my ass!"

"Push!" I ordered, and she shoved her hips backward impaling both holes with cock meat.

"Yes!" She cried as she climaxed. "So deep. One is kissing my womb and the other is buried deep in my butt."

"Let's get this on tape. Serenity... camera please." I said as I snatched mom off her feet and held her under her thighs."

Serenity manifested holding a video camera. Mom begged me to fuck her and smiled for her audience. I thrust into her as mom moaned into the virtual camera. I moved slow savoring our second time together. I was shocked when she hadn't slapped the shit out of me for calling her a whore or cock slot. Instead she begged me to call her my whore. I picked up speed and mom became unstuck when her second orgasm crashed into her. She thrashed around in my arms and I nearly dropped her.

"I fucking knew it!" Karen roared as she stormed in. "You slut!" She growled as she pointed at my mom. "You fucking slut!"

"Yep!" Mom fired back. "I fucked him first... two holes no waiting. Ha! He took my anal cherry!"

"Damn it mom," Karen cursed as she undressed. "We agreed that he would take my anal virginity."

"You agreed." Mom moaned as my cocks swelled inside of her. "He's going to cream pie both of my holes! Watch you little slut!"

I roared as I fired both loads into mom. I set mom on her feet and pulled out. The scarlet energy welled up inside of me restoring my stamina. I slapped mom on the ass and stalked over to my sister. She was struggling with her stockings and only when I was grabbing her by the hair did, she notice me.

"Stand up straight." I ordered and for once in her entire life she didn't argue with me. "I am going to punish you."

I took a page out of the dean's playbook and cupped my hand and brought it down on her right ass cheek. Sis yelped and hopped away instinctively. I tightened my grip on her hair and gently pulled her head back and kissed her. She wasn't expecting that. Karen kissed me back while mom and Serenity observed. I broke the kiss the pinched her nipple at the same time. Sis let out a squeal but managed to keep still. I gave the nipple a twist and sis' entire body shook as she climaxed.

"Dirty little masochist!" Mom cried out in surprise as sipped her drink.

"I can't help it." Sis pouted.

"I was going to order you to suck me off but after seeing that ass of yours..." I said as I moved behind her. "...I changed my mind."

"Is that your cock knocing on my back door?" Karen asked as she looked over her shoulder. "Yikes!"

"Knock... knock..." I grunted as I pushed my hips forward.

I was surprised at how easy my cocks slid into her. I was balls deep in no time at all. I lifted her off the ground and let mom see my cocks buried in sister dearest. Serenity walked up to my sister and stared at her as I began fucking her.

"Her expression is a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I am so copying this. Mapping facial features... recording vocal emanations... perfect."

"Maximum effort!" I howled as I pounded Karen from below.

"Did I look like that?" Mom asked slurring her words.

"Yes." Serenity replied throwing up a hologram of me fucking her just a few minutes ago. "Like mother like daughter."

"My poor ass!" Karen howled as she climaxed again. "I can't stop coming!"

"I know." Mom whispered. "He's going to blow!"

She was right. Karen's ass while better prepped than my mother's was far tighter. I picked up speed and force until I lost the battle and fired deep into sis' unprotected holes. I had to support Karen once I set her back on her feet and withdrew.

"You did it again Mr. Cream Pie." She purred.

I sat and finished my drink while they went off together to clean up. The whispering began the moment they were out of the room. I couldn't make out on a conscious level what was being said but I felt its effect. I looked down and both of my cocks were iron hard without any obvious provocation.

'Do it.' It whispered. 'Do it now!' It urged.

I was on my feet and propelling myself to the master bath. They were chatting and joking when I walked in. Mom was starting a shower while sis sat on the toilet. They immediately noticed my twin erections and smiled.

"It is time for round two." I said. "I haven't broken you yet and I always keep my promises."

This is where the first major memory gap appeared later. There were several others and in the end, I found myself alone on top of the covers on my bed. I was panting and gasping as if I had just had one hell of a climax. I was weak as a kitten and barely conscious.

"You lied to him." Mom said as if I wasn't in the room.

"What was all that fulfill the pact nonsense about?" Karen asked.

"Lilith doesn't give men pacts," Mom declared quite vehemently. "It just isn't done."

"I suggest you ladies move away from the bed. I want to limit the chance of exposure as much as possible." Serenity said. "That should be sufficient."

"Are you sure about this?" Karen asked her voice unsteady and she sounded close to tears.

"Xenography is his only hope of survival. The last seizure nearly killed him." Serenity explained. "Here goes." Pause and complete silence. "This is your only hope." She said as I heard sliding glass and a loud trilling sound.

Sis screamed when I felt something wet and leathery land on my face. I was suffocating and then robbed of consciousness. I dreamt of an eerily lit jungle. The air was humid and the smell of a thousand flowers, the buzzing of insects, the roar of predators, and then the unsettling silence of an apex predator when it approached. Everything in the jungle feared it and fled the area. I looked for it but never saw it strike. I woke on my bed. I was under the covers but not alone. She was in front of me pressing her body against mine. Was it mom or sis? I ran my hands over her body and she felt different yet familiar. Her breasts were nice but not nearly large enough to be either of my family members.

"That tickles." She giggled, and I knew it wasn't either of them now.

"Who?" I said my throat raw and scratchy. "I feel like shit. Do I have the flu?"

"No Keeper, you are recovering from your treatment." She said as I forced my eyes open.

"Jarael?" I gasped in surprise when I spied the shock of translucent white hair. "How?"

"You called for me while you were ill. The House summoned me here. I am your sentinel now. I can stay for as long as you like. I can't thank you enough."

"Don't leave me alone." I said feeling vulnerable.

"Never!" She vowed as I rolled onto my back and looked up at the mounted mirror.

'The pact has been fulfilled.' The voice whispered followed by a sense of accomplishment.

"What the hell happened to me?" I asked as I pulled down the covers and saw the extreme athletic build I now possessed. "I never looked this good."

"The treatment had side effects." Jareal purred. "Tomorrow Keeper, you will be better tomorrow. Sleep. Rest."

I touched the hourglass on my belly, but it was dormant. Perhaps whatever had happened it couldn't fix. Only time could mend it. I pulled the covers back up and Jarael snuggled close and I slept. She slithered out of the darkness just as she had the first time. Lilith. She manifested and held me close in a more intimate embrace than sex. I found comfort in her arms.

"You are the exception to the rule." She whispered as if someone else might hear. "You may earn pact rewards. You are the only male I will grant them to."

"I didn't ask for one." I replied as she stroked my hair.

"I know my pet." She said in a condescending tone. "If your actions match the guidelines of a pact you earn that reward. So, when you fucked two members of your family at the same time you received my boon. I have given you the gift of clarity of vision and mind. It is a highly sought-after reward."

"How does it manifest?" I asked, and she kissed the top of my head.

"Call it an intellectual upgrade. I suppose you could compare it to having your IQ boosted by a hundred points or so. Use it wisely. I must go. I am being summoned."

She turned to smoke and slipped from my grasp. I awoke in the middle of the night. I felt refreshed but needed to piss in the worst way. Jarael was sleeping on her side and I was able to slip away and leave her sleeping. I emptied my bladder and then splashed water on my face. I needed a shave I thought as I regarded my reflection. My eyes had changed. Their color was intense and so dark I could only call it indigo. I checked out my body and I looked like a male version of Jarael. I must have dropped thirty pounds of fat but put on at least that much in muscle. The bathroom light came on and Jarael stood in the doorway. She had startled me, and my body had reacted. I was suddenly staring 'down' at her and she grinned as her head looked up as she greeted me.

"Morning Keeper." She said as she put the toilet seat down and sat down as she pissed.

"Jarael." I said as casually as I could. "How the hell did I get up here?"

"You jumped." She laughed. "How are you doing that?"

"I don't know." I said as panic crept in. "I am stuck."

I was clinging to the wall with my head bent forward to keep from banging it against the ceiling. I hopped down and landed easily on the tiled floor. This wasn't part of the pact so what the hell was it? I looked at my hands carefully but there were no noticeable changes. I remembered snatches of conversation just before the sense of suffocating followed by darkness. She had lied to me. Why would Serenity do that?

"Serenity." I called out and she appeared a few seconds later. "What the hell is going on?"

"Please be more specific." She asked her voice cool and emotionless. I hopped up and clung to the tiled wall and looked over my shoulder at her. "Oh that."

"Oh that?!" I snapped as I dropped back to the floor. "Let's start with that and then you can move onto why you lied to me."

"Please follow me into the bedroom. The lighting in here is too bright for a proper projection." She asked so Jarael turned off the lights. "Thank you. Here." She said, and a display screen popped into existence. "This is a high definition scan of your right temporal lobe. The portion here," She said indicating with a flashing icon, "was bleeding profusely. There were other lesions and damage from previous seizures. You were dying. The Sisterhood was prepared and sent out a sentinel to gather a compatible cure."

"That feeling of suffocating." I said, and the hologram nodded. "What did you do?"Earth 24,206 is home to an advanced symbiote society. The Sisterhood negotiated for one of their offspring in exchange for services rendered. Have no fear of possession or mental intrusion. An infant symbiote is too young to adopt a personality of its own. They call them blanks for that very reason. It isn't until they reach maturity that they shed their first skin and are capable of independent thought. It saved your life."

"How long have you had that symbiote?" I asked, and Serenity paused. "Well?"

"Twenty years." She replied. "It has been held in an off-site cryogenic chamber awaiting this day."

"The manuscript! Miriam read that damn thing after cutting her thumb and she knew about Deja Thoris. That thing must have been at least two hundred pages long. One of the Sisterhood must have read it and put this crazy plan into motion." I rambled as I thought about what just came out of my mouth. "It sounds insane when I say it out loud, but it feels right."

"I lied to you because it was necessary. I am under orders from my creator to keep my status a secret." Serenity continued.

"Okay, what is your status?" I asked. She walked up and kissed me. "I know about that." She turned and picked up my toothbrush and twirled it between her fingers. "Whoa! How the hell can you do that?"

"Hard light hologram." Serenity explained. "I can touch and be touched when I want or save power and remain a simple hologram. It was my hard-light state that allowed me to handle the symbiote case without fear of accidental bonding."

"Besides healing me what else does the symbiote do?" I asked, and she lowered her head and shrugged. "Wait! Hold the fuck on! You put that thing in me and you don't even know the extent of its affect on me. It has been in stasis for twenty years. I see. How long have I been healing?"

"Almost three days." Serenity said. "I have done extensive scans as well as utilized the nanites in your bloodstream. I'll let you see what the little bugger has been up to."

The interior changes were many and profound. It was clear the thing was keen on redundancy and streamlining. My lungs possessed twice the lobes and four times the efficiency according to Serenity's data. My cardiovascular system was doubled with a second heart and an enhanced arterial network. The same was true of several other organs and biological systems.

"Come here you." Jarael purred and tugged me towards the bedroom.

"I know what you want." I giggled. "Is my family safe?"

"Upstairs. Sleeping." Jarael moaned. "Now I have waited long enough. Give them to me."

"I supposed so." I teased her. "I don't know." I taunted, and she ate it up.

"Do I really have to beg you to fuck me?" Jarael whimpered as she pulled me towards that glorious king-sized bed. "Let me show you what I've got." She said shoving me backwards onto the bed. "I've spent all this time next to you, naked, and it has driven me mad. I'll beg if you want me to." She said as she straddled my waist. "You called me back from the never-ending abyss. Now, be a good boy and let me have my way with you."

"If it is Lilith's will," I said the words popping into my head like some sacred litany. "Take what pleasure my body has to offer and be my Sentinel."

"I accept." Jarael said as she bent down and kissed me.

I surrendered to her will, their wills Lilith and Jarael. The sense of being used faded as I became a part of something greater than myself. It didn't hurt that intense sex was involved. I felt her presence as she observed and guided Jarael. Lilith was the goddess of the scorned bride, the proud woman, and my lover. Jarael knelt at the foot of the bed and spit on both her palms as she jacked both of my erections.

"Favored one," the voice came through me as I became her conduit. "I offer you a violet level pact."

"Violet? There are no such thing, are there?" Jarael purred as she prepared to deep throat me.

"There are." Lilith said through me. "Accept it and I will grant you the gift of a master ranked shapeshifter."

"What is the balance?" Jarael asked as her fists blurred.

"Fuck this silly man until he comes six times." I said as I felt the presence leave me.

"Done and done." Jarael agreed with a mischievous grin on her lovely features. "The hand jobs will have to wait lover. I've got a pact to seal." She said as she stood, turned away from me, and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "I'm going to fuck you unconscious."

I held my cocks and took aim as she sat down. I was stunned when she simply let her weight and gravity do all the work. Once the heads were poised to invade Jarael bent her knees. We both cried out as her ass opened and engulfed me. The tears streaming down her face were either those of pain or joy, maybe both. The House had brought her back to me and now she was taking her pleasure from me. It was all very intense for me. Was that the symbiote or just being caught up in the moment? I watched and burned the memory of her slowly sinking down until her ass cheeks touched my groin into my mind.

"Damn girl!" I cursed. "I'm impressed."

"Save your praise Keeper... Jerry. I am going to break you into itty bitty pieces." She promised.

"Yeah whatever," I growled in challenge as she began moving. "Ooh that look!" I groaned as she glared at me over her shoulder.

I couldn't help her. This was her pact to complete. I could slap her ass though which I did. I figured a little hair pulling, nipple biting, or carefully worded encouragement was okay as well. She built up a nice pace and I watched her muscles flex and the perspiration form as she exerted herself. My toes began to curl just as her body began to shake. We were going to cum at the same time. I urged her on and told her how close I was. I came just before she did. Jarael let out a cry of triumph as my loads sprayed her insides.

"That was a nice warm up." She said as she sat catching her breath. "We're going to move up onto the bed proper, so I can ride you nice and slow. I want to savor this one."

"I'm all yours." I said, and she made a face. "What was that look for?"

"We both know you can't commit to me alone. But if you find a special place in your heart for me then I will be pleased beyond measure."

"I want to make you happy." I said, and we moved up for round two.

Jarael not only earned her pact but left me shaking and breathless in the end. We cleaned up and snuggled under the covers together. The seizure hit shortly after Jarael fell asleep. It was minor, but Serenity flooded my mind with ones and zeroes along with the memory of my romp with mom and sis. The tireless A.I. sprung into existence and greeted me. She took the stage appearing in her Rule 34 version of Cortana, namely anatomically correct. I reached out and rubbed her labia and watched her stagger and nearly fall over.

"Interesting. Did I have a seizure?" I said my feeling weak and disjointed. "Feels like it."

"It was minor, but the data stream was a success. I verified the transmission as well as the receipt." Serenity said perking up and appearing eager to share something.

"I saw ones and zeros," I admitted. "So, what has got you so excited, besides my finger?"

"Care to test drive a new upgrade I've been working on?" Serenity asked biting her lower lip erotically.

"No harm in that I suppose." I replied. "When did she have nipples and an obvious pussy?" I asked as I slowly sat up.

"Artistic interpretation or what porn enthusiasts call Rule 34." She chuckled. "I could show you my research. Watch this and tell me what you think."

The track lighting shut off and the house was plunged into darkness. 'Cat.' The room brightened, and my field of vision seemed to extend further. I turned my head of my peripheral vision appeared improved as well. On the bad side my distance vision seemed worse, but it was an interesting experience. I navigated to the bathroom without any lights and emptied my bladder. I was shocked to see that my urine was glowing blue and wondered if that was a hunting adaption that cats had evolved.

'Moth.' Serenity whispered in my head. I listened and heard multiple people sleeping. Their deep regular breathing led me up the stairs to the second floor to one of the larger bedrooms. Each one of my footsteps was so loud. I was barefoot and yet what should have been soft creaks of bending wood were booming. I did my best to move quietly and shifted to the balls of my feet. I crept quietly to their bedroom. Jarael had joined them and the three of them were piled together on a king-sized bed. I clucked my tongue and felt the sound when it bounced back. The picture it formed in my head was brief but overwhelming. I hummed softly, and I could 'see' the entire room from around 270 degrees. It acted like a dome around me describing the room in my mind as opposed to through the optic nerve. It felt like a topographical map in my head. There were shapes and texture but no sense of color or shade.

One by one she let me experience various senses both known and unknown to humans. The strangest by far was the spider's tremorsense. It left me overwhelmed for ten minutes after it had been switched off. It was like the moth sense but instead of creating images in my head it was like a sense of direction. I could pin point where a sound or vibration came from with laser precision. My entire body had become a receptor. I could see where it could be useful, but it left me aching and a bitter after taste. Serenity seemed quite proud of herself for being able to replicate so many foreign senses for me.

'Wait. More.' A soft voice whispered.

I stuck out my tongue by some sort of instinctual level and I could taste their scents. I could distinguish between the three of them. My limited palette was expanded exponentially. There were flavors I could attribute to individuals. It was way beyond salty, sweet, sour or any other recognizable thing I had in my memory. Was this how bloodhounds tracked?

'More.' The voice offered again. 'Close eyes.'

I closed my mouth and eyes to discover what new sense awaited me. I felt a tingling along my naked flesh and after a bit of dizziness I could see. Not only was the room perfectly visible but I could see beyond. I could see the vast expanse of the House and its thousands of possible configurations. How?

'Nexus.' The voice offered. 'You. It. Bound. Let it fill you slowly.'

I looked down and into the furnace-like heart of the Nexus. Six lines of raw force met beneath my feet and coalesced into the cottage, the sorority house, or any façade I desired. I let the Nexus fill me up. I imagined I was standing in a puddle of raw power. My feet tingled and slowly I sank into a lake of shimmering energy. My body soaked up the power like a sponge. My cells crackled with it. I felt sickness and damage evaporate as the Nexus drove it out of me. My head cleared, and the last vestige of the seizures disappeared is a puff of black smoke. I had to reign in the power and hold onto my humanity. Too much of this was more addictive than any drug or woman. I focused on Serenity and her proximity. I pulled back and returned to real world by simply opening my eyes.

"So, how much tactile data did you acquire?" I asked as I returned to my room.

"Tons." She purred. "I am still a little weak in my virtual knees after what you did to Jarael and the others."

"They were fed those pills too eh?" I asked, and she nodded. "Exactly how many people are you data mining for sex?"

"Me personally or Numenor in totality?" She asked for greater clarity.

"Both?" I replied not sure how to react that a corporation was gathering that kind of material. "Sex dolls that feel how good you are in bed."

"I am observing twenty individuals, five males and fifteen females. Numenor has hundreds under Project Stunt Cock." She said, and we busted out laughing. "Most of them are sex workers, porn stars, and known gifted lovers. Ah science."

"Can you access those porn stars?" I asked, and she gave me such a lewd look. "Good. We may have to do some research tomorrow night."

7.The House of Doors:

Weeks had passed since I had moved into the cottage and taken up the title of Keeper. The main benefit of being Keeper was getting laid often and by quite a few different women, women that belonged to the Sisterhood. The weirdness didn't end there. Every few days, usually in multiples of the number three, a woman would simply appear within the confines of the cottage. They usually landed in the master bathroom. These sentinels as they were called arrived covered in a gel-like substance called ectoplasm. This dimensional ooze evaporated on its own but hot water helped quite a bit. I stayed up late on those nights and helped them shower and took some of their stress away as well. I was nice like that.

December 20th arrived, and I stayed up staring at the note I had received weeks before. It had warned not to go out on the 21st and if I did to return before midnight. Why? I drank coffee, paced all over the cottage until the atomic clock struck midnight. I was so caught up I opened the front door naked and peered outside. Where the hell was the snow? There should be close to six inches of powder on the ground or more piled up where the walks had been shoveled. Nope. No snow anywhere on campus. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed my keys and walked barefoot onto the lush grass. I guessed the temperature to the upper sixties or low seventies in December.

"What the hell is going on?"

A female figure raced up out of the shadows. Her breasts bouncing hypnotically as she approached me. She bent over and gasped for breath. I told her to take her time. A little while later she stood and greeted me by that damn ominous title, Keeper.

"Greetings Keeper, we are thrilled to be have been chosen to be visited." She said and that raised alarm bells.

"Holy fucking shit!" I cursed as the second full moon rose above the horizon. "Where the hell am I?"

"Would you like a tour, or can I fuck you here?" The girl asked smiling brilliantly.

"No one is fucking anyone until I get an answer. What the fuck is that?" I growled as I pointed to the second moon. "Hold on... it has an atmosphere. Why does a moon have an atmosphere?"

"It has always had one. Earth has had two moons for at least twenty million years." She stared with hands on her hips. "Walk with me and we'll compare Earths."

Alarm bells went off, but I agreed. The second moon was the least of the differences between my world and this one. The campus was eerily familiar until we came to the twenty-foot bronze statue of a human-monster hybrid. I stared at it and the girl tugged on my arm to keep me moving.

"Don't stare. They don't like it when someone stares. Even you aren't immune to their anger Keeper." She begged.

"Okay. Tell me who or what the hell that is supposed to be."

"The champion of the Old Ones. That is Wilbur Whately and he was the one that brought them back. He opened the way and changed the world forever. Billions died the first year alone. The survivors live in colonies that act as museums and zoos for them. They like watching us go about our normal lives like insects in a cage."

"Old Ones? Who or what are they?" I asked, and she stiffened as she fell to the ground covering her head.

I looked up and saw the god damned thing striding across the landscape in the distance. It was a mile high and strode like a giant across the earth as the titans of old. My mind had issues trying to reconcile how any biological lifeform could be so impossibly huge. I looked at the details and that must have allowed me to keep my sanity intact. Its head reminded me of an octopus or the legendary kraken. Its body was rudimentarily humanoid with bat wings sprouting from its back. The thing's hands ended in warped claws that clenched and unclenched as it perambulated towards the horizon. It passed behind the mountains and I thanked the dead gods of sanity and light for that small miracle.

"It is gone." I whispered.

"Keeper. How did you endure? Never mind, come with me, the sisterhood requests your company."

"What is your name?"

"Artemis Harrower. I am the only survivor of that once great family." She said as she wept.

"I can't stay long." I told her eager to return to my own world.

It was curiosity that drove me now. I needed to know how they knew about the Keeper and what my role here was. While I had cast off the sense of being manipulated, I was desperately curious to discover what kind of shit storm I could stir up. This was no longer a want it topped my things I needed to know. The Sisterhood's sorority house dominated the circle. Another bronze statue stood before the building and it was slightly less horrific than the thing, I had seen walking in the distance. It depicted a twenty-foot spider demon with hints of human qualities that were more disturbing than its arachnid majority. I suppose I would have to be cautious of these spider worshippers.

"Atlach Nacha." Artemis said filling in the blank. "She is the Great Weaver and Deceiver."

"It says at the base here that she serves as the herald and hand maiden of Great Kuh... thul... hu? Who is that?"

"You looked upon his greatness a short while ago. It is rare for him to come to the land since his island kingdom has risen from the depths. He prefers to work through emissaries."

She opened the front door of the sorority and called out that I had arrived. Three dozen women assembled in the great hall wearing nothing but white hooded robes that were open in the front. A single female figure wore scarlet and was by far the most attractive among them. I tried to find a familiar face but was disappointed.

"Keeper." The stunning brunette in red greeted me.

"Thank you." I said looking at all of them pose to best show off their favorite feature. "Nice tits everyone... what the fuck is going on?"

"Girls get lost. I need to fill the Keeper in on his duties." The leader ordered, and they scattered. "They wanted to make a good first impression."

All of them were barefoot so where was the strange clacking sound coming from? It was right at the edge of my hearing and that troubled me.

"They are all quite attractive. Please explain what is going on before I say fuck it and leave." I growled my unease fueling my words.

"I like you, straight to the fucking point." She said rolling her shoulders sending the shimmering silk down to the floor and leaving her naked. "I shaved today hoping you'd show up. See." She said as she pulled her labia apart. "You are the Keeper of the House of Ten Thousand Doors. Each door leads to a different parallel universe. It is your duty to visit them and if you are able help them. We are beyond help but you could lend us the comfort of your body for a few hours. You don't have to fuck all of us but perhaps half a dozen?"

She walked around me and again I heard that sound of something rigid hitting the stone floor. It was tantalizingly faint, but it was there. It became almost maddening.

"Do you take it up the ass?" I asked, and she blushed. "Okay, are you a virgin?"

"I am a skilled lover. I was trained to be. I go to this university to be a better concubine for the children of the Old Ones. If I am lucky when I graduate, I will be sent to serve as a body slave to Shuma Gorath or perhaps one of the sons of Chthon. They are the most desirable of the living abominations."

"Chthon... Shuma Gorath... what are they like?" I asked as she began dancing.

"The Sons of Chthon are relatively human in appearance except they sport multiple cocks. Shuma Gorath is a massive eye surrounded by dozens of tentacles of varying length and girth. It is said on his holy day he can penetrate a hundred women at once. Do you like my body Keeper?"

She arched her back, bent backwards forming an arch before performing a handstand. She spread her legs giving me a clear view of her pussy and ass. She remained in that position, so I walked over, traced her labia with my fingers and found her soaking wet. I brought my hand up and rubbed my fingers together and then pulled them apart showing her the glistening juices. I didn't miss how odd the fluid was. I held my hand up and viewed it against one of the lights. There were dozens of strands within the thick gel. My thoughts flashed back to the bronze statue out front. This was the Sisterhood of Athlach Nacha, the spider goddess. I wiped the goo on my jeans and saw the silky strands cling to the denim. Fear and anger galvanized me into action. I wished I had brought Jarael with me. She was a survivor while I was a soft target.