Alternate Reality Ch. 04

As I stood up and moved backwards and away from her, Mel suddenly swung a swift and hard kick to my nuts. "Owwww!" she yelled. My own reaction was merely to cover my groin, but the honest truth was, it didn't hurt one bit. She hadn't missed either -- she'd hit me squarely in the balls, and by rights, I should have been incapacitated by such a hard and deliberate blow, but all I felt was the blow. There was no pain, no stomach churning, knee crumpling bolt of agony that a normal guy would expect to experience.

In fact, all it did was make my dick hard. I'd only just blown a huge load into her ass after all, so my dick was soft when I took it out. But when she kicked it, it went right up again. It was solid, rock hard, like I'd not fucked at all for the past three weeks. It was bizarre to say the least.

Anyway, while I was wondering about that, Venus and Angie had apparently come to and were restraining a violently protesting Mel. I guess I could identify with that... anybody'd be pissed off too if they came to, to find their ass being plugged by somebody.

"You fucker! You raped me!" she was yelling as the two girls tried to get her to calm down. "You're a fucking animal! How dare you!"

Both Venus and Angie tried to talk to her in soothing tones, but she refused to calm down. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she continued screaming at me as she struggled against the girls holding her back. "You think you're a big man, fucking me in the ass like that? You fucking faggot!"

"And you two... what the fuck did he do to make you help him fuck me? You're women too! How could you..." Angie must have figured Mel wasn't going to stop, so she reached over and gave her a solid backhand across her chops.

That kept her silent for long enough for Venus to explain her state when we'd found her, and how it had been a joint decision for me to fuck her back into her senses. "We had no other choice, Mel," she argued. "We couldn't figure out how else to get you awake."

"That's a likely story," retorted Mel, holding the side of her face where the imprint of Angie's hand was still visible. "I don't know what it is he's holding over you two, but rape is rape and I'm not going to let this piece of sh..."

"Look around you, bitch," said Angie sharply. "Use your fucking brain and think. What's the last thing you remember?"

"His cock in my ass!" was Mel's equally sharp response. "I remember him sodomising me! The fucker!"

"I mean before that!" retorted Angie. "What do you remember about what happened before that? How did you get here? And what happened to your clothes?"

"I remember him... his..." Mel's voice trailed off as Angie's question appeared to sink into her fevered brain. "I don't... remember..."

"Right, you don't," said Angie sarcastically. "In case you haven't noticed, we're all here without a stitch on, in a place that doesn't look like anything on Earth. Do you honestly think that one guy like that..." she gestured in my direction... "can get all of us to strip naked, throw away our clothes, and do his bidding?"

"Well, I don't think..." Mel began, but I could see that the fight was no longer in her eyes. In its place were clouds of confusion.

"That's right, you didn't," said Angie again, letting go of her arm and moving towards me. She reached out and held my dick like a lover would, tenderly. "You didn't think and the first thing you thought of was to lash out like a little girl."

"Look I..." the confusion was building in Mel's eyes. "I'm... i don't know how... where are we? And why am... why are we all naked?"

Venus decided to take over the task of explaining everything to Mel, from our earliest theories of what happened to our hypotheses on what we had to do to get out. Angie, in the meantime, seemed to be busy feeling me up, her hand running up and down my shaft. She seemed to be paying particular attention to a certain part of my dick, somewhere near my balls, and as she did so, I realised that there was a lump there I'd not noticed before. I could feel Angie's hand on it, but it didn't seem to hurt. Shit.

Angie turned to me, her eyes meeting mine directly."We might have to do something about that," she said to me conversationally, as if we were discussing the weather. "I don't think that's a good sign."

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. What could anyone do about what we were going through? Angie's hand remained on the lump on my dick as she reached around with her other arm to hug me. "We're gonna get out of here together," she said, and I thought it sounded a little like a sob. "You're coming out of here with me."

What could I say? She was trembling as she held me and I felt really bad for making her worry. But I could offer no realistic hope, only conjecture, as to our eventual fate. To try to assure her by being facetious would only insult poor Angie.

"Erm... if you guys are done feeling each other up," interrupted Venus. She had been speaking to Mel at length -- a conversation that neither I nor Angie had paid any attention to -- and had suddenly come up to the both of us. She looked a little puzzled. "You have to hear this."

"What?" I said, as Angie moved away from my arms and turned to look at Venus. Honestly, I was certain nothing would surprise me anymore, and I really thought that Venus of all people would have figured out that things didn't work the way they normally did back when we were all clothed and preparing for the day's lessons.

"Mel says that... well, she swears that that was the second time you'd fucked her," she said in an apologetic tone. "She's absolutely certain you... raped her not too long ago."

I opened my mouth to object. "I know, she can't remember what happened," Venus continued. "But she has some flashes of memory, and she's really sure you... did it to her without her consent, only the first time, you were in her pussy."

"What?" Angie and I chorused. "But you can vouch..."

"Yeah, I know," said Venus. "I told her you were with me all the way from the time when we... first got here. But she's so sure she refuses to accept that you didn't do it."

"Hey, that's her problem," retorted Angie. "If she's so unhappy about it, let her go find her own way around here."

"Hey, hey, Angie," I tried to soothe the angry girl. Her fists were clenched and it was clear she was willing to launch right into Mel on my behalf. She was sweet that way. "Take it easy, OK? None of us knows what really happened when we ended up in here, so..."

"Do you mean you actually could have done it?" Angie rounded on me, her eyes flashing. She was really cute when she was angry... but it would take a brave and foolhardy man to take her on, I thought.

"No, of course not," I responded, keeping my tone gentle. "I mean, whatever it was that happened, was real to her. There's no point in trying to convince her otherwise because she believes it did happen."

"But that..." she began to retort, then stopped herself. "Oh, you're impossible!"

"Listen, Angie," I said to her firmly. "No matter what, we've got to stick together. If Mel insists on believing that I raped her, so be it. Let's get out of this damned place first. Let's ALL get out of this place."

"Yes, Angie, Mike's right," opined Venus. "Let's all get out of here first before we do anything else. Anyway... Mel's very confused now because she remembers him forcing his cock into her pussy, and she can't figure out how he ended up coming in her ass."

"Did you tell her why..?" began Angie, her anger slowly dissipating. Hmmm... was it just her concern over my well-being that prompted that outburst? Or was it the stress of the uncertain situation we'd found ourselves in? "Did you tell her that it was a joint decision? That we decided that he should... do that?"

Venus nodded in reply, and added: "She also says that... she remembers me urging Mike on, telling him to fuck her while she was objecting. I... told her we were urging Mike to do her for her sake, but then she... she says there was only me there. You weren't around, Angie."

"OK, that means that she's not recalling stuff from when she was unconscious then," I said, trying to shift the girls' attention to the puzzle Mel's memory presented. "After all, Mel was right next to her as well, and..."

"The other weird thing was," Venus interrupted me. "It was that she said she felt bound and unable to move. Like she was being held by something she couldn't see... but she also said she could feel like there was something inside her butt while you were fucking her in front."

"OK, so how did she come to the conclusion that Mike here was doing both her holes?" challenged Angie, still gallant in defending me. "I don't see a second cock on him here!" Her hand, still on my prick, pulled it upwards to make her point.

"She didn't," replied Venus. "That's why she's so confused. She can't figure it out. What she told me was that she only remembered feeling him force his way into her pussy... not her asshole, and she didn't even remember who or what it was holding her."

"That does it then," said Angie, her grip increasing as she flexed her fingers. She was getting angry again. "Your friend's crazy as a loon."

"Hang on a minute, Angie," I cut in to stop the argument I could see beginning to brew between the two girls. The last thing we needed in this strange situation was a catfight, no matter how interesting the notion might be. "I thought Mel had a partial memory when she claimed that I... assaulted her with encouragement from you two, but I don't think we should ignore the fact that she seems very certain about the facts of the case."

"Melanie," I called to her. She turned to look at me but did not reply. "About what you said I did... do you remember if Angie was there? And was anyone holding you?"

She said nothing, but she shook her head after a moment's hesitation. "If no one was holding you, why didn't you..?" Angie clearly wasn't about to stop before she cleared my name.

"I... don't know, alright!" came Mel's reply as she twisted round. Maybe she had been shy, or maybe she simply refused to look at me in the eye, but she finally decided to turn around and look directly at the three of us. "I don't know! Venus was... somewhere behind him and there was something... preventing me from getting away. I don't know what it was!"

She began to sob as she said that, and Venus quickly rushed to her side to comfort her.

"Fuck, her friend's completely off her rocker," Mel said as she turned back to me. "How are we going to get out of here with a nutcase on our hands?"

"The problem is, we really don't know how things work in alternate planes, Angie," I tried to explain. "The both of you can vouch for me all you want, the facts, according to Mel, are that I raped her with encouragement from Venus, while someone or something prevented her from moving away."

She opened her mouth as if to protest, then shut it again and waited for me to explain. "I think it's possible she got confused about who was doing what," I continued. "She might have been raped by someone and the experience was so traumatic that she blanked it out. Her next conscious awareness was of me coming into her ass, so she might have made the mental connection between me and her rapist."

"Then how do you explain what she said about Venus encouraging her?" said Angie, looking puzzled. "Since they are such good friends, she surely couldn't have been mistaken about that. And Venus was with us the whole time!"

"I'm not sure," I said, scratching my head. "I thought she might have had a residual memory from when she was unconscious, when you girls were holding her and egging me on."

"That'd be plausible except that she only heard Venus' voice," said Angie thoughtfully. "According to her, she was alone with you two, and I wasn't around. And I'm pretty sure I was egging you on too."

"That's right," I admitted. "That's where my explanation doesn't quite gel with her memory. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Angie reached out again and grabbed hold of my cock by the thickened part. She seemed most curious about the lump, and ran her fingers tenderly over it.

"Unless she really did go through the incident the way she described," I said, trying and failing to ignore her caresses. Damn, the woman was really turning me on. "I don't mean that I was the one that did that to her but... maybe it was another 'version' of me."

"Another version? How do you mean?" Angie's hand stopped moving, but it still rested on my prick, fingers lightly curled round the lumpy part. "You mean there's another Mike running around her somewhere?"

"Yeah, something like that," I smiled at her, making no attempt to remove her hand. Hey, if she liked doing that, why should I stop her? "It's very human to assume that we're unique and there's only one of us around, but if there's such a thing as an alternate plane, there's also the possibility that there are alternate people as well. She could have..."

"...been attacked by a version of you that didn't come from the same place you, I and Venus did," Angie completed my sentence. "I suppose it's possible... that means that she came across alternate versions of you and Venus, then. But what about me? How come she didn't come across my alternate?"

"Well, that's just a theory to begin with," I explained. "Firstly, we're not even sure if those were alternate versions, or if she's remembering parts of what we did to her while she was still unconscious. Maybe she recognised Venus' voice while she was still out, and that's why she 'remembered' her."

"As for me," I continued, knowing just what Angie was about to say. "Firstly, I was her lecturer, and secondly, well, we know she reacted to being fucked, so she might have remembered the sensation..."

"I know I would," grinned Angie, her hand tightening round my cock. "OK, that's possible. Or maybe she's remembering forward..."

"Remembering for..? Oh, I see what you mean," I smirked at her. "You're thinking that she's remembering something that'll happen in the future. Possible. But what about you?"

"Maybe I don't make it out of here," Angie's demeanour suddenly turned serious. "Maybe you guys had to leave me behind."

"No, that's not going to happen," I assured her, putting my arm on her shoulder. "We're all getting out of her together. No one gets left behind, right?"

She turned away from me so I couldn't look into her eyes. "Not if one of those alien things get all the way into me," she said. "I wouldn't expect you to stay behind on my account, if I wasn't able to make it out."

"Hey, why are we losing hope?" I countered. "Who's to say we can't all make it out together? Let's not let the situation get the better of us, OK?"

"OK, OK," she said, turning and smiling. I thought it looked like a kind of sad smile, and I wondered if she was thinking about the alien stuff that I'd spurted into her womb. Fuck, if anything happened to her, it'd be my fault.

"What are you guys talking about?" said Venus, leaving Mel's side to come talk to us. "Why are you looking so grim?"

"Grim? Who's grim?" retorted Angie. "Oh you mean old man Mike over here..."

I was surprised at how quickly Angie had changed her mood. Or appeared to, at least. "So how's Mel?" I enquired. "Is she alright?"

Venus nodded. "Yeah, as alright as she'd going to get for now, I guess," she said. "She's still convinced that you... about her story, so she's a little afraid of you right now."

"That's understandable," I quickly replied, hoping to prevent Angie from getting angry with Mel again. "If she believes that I did that, it stands to reason she'll be afraid of me."

"Well, she's a little tired now, and she's not keen on... umm... drinking what we were drinking just now," reported Venus. "I'll walk ahead with her and you guys keep us in sight. And we'll look for a safe place to rest for a while. How about that?"

I looked at Angie and she nodded. "OK, let's do that," I agreed. "We'll work out the watch duties and maybe leave Mel out for now."

Venus smiled and said OK, then went to join her friend. We watched Mel and Venus begin to walk and gamely followed behind, Angie still holding on to my cock as if she was afraid it would fall off or run away.