Glitch (The Harem at the End of the Galaxy, #4)

  Glitch

  The Harem at the End of the Galaxy #4

  By

  Kyle Kenze

  ©2018 Kyle Kenze, All Rights Reserved

  Cover Design ©2018 Ming Destiny

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  If you are offended by explicit descriptions of the realities of polygamous harem sex including nudity, multiple erotic encounters with a variety of thirsty women, threeway and more-way encounters, frequent physical contact between open-minded women, and a good helping of gratuitous swearing, then boy oh boy... you have picked up the wrong book. All characters are consenting adults over age 18.

  This story is fiction written for entertainment. The cover models are for illustration purposes, and no model was involved in the activities described in this series. There may or may not be secret bunkers underneath the Pentagon, but the one described in this serial novel sure ain't them. This novella is around 11,000 words, and the entire 5-book novel-length series is around 60,000 words.

  Table of Contents

  Glitch (The Harem at the End of the Galaxy, #4)

  A Peek Inside

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  About Kyle Kenze

  A Peek Inside

  If time is a one-way arrow, you can only travel one way. If time is an infinite loop, you can get tangled up in all kinds of complicated snarls.

  “This project isn't scheduled to be declassified for one hundred years. I need to speak with General Dyers a little sooner than that. I can't be silent, not now.” Fuck me, why did I say that? In this timeline, I was finding a way to do everything wrong.

  “You signed an agreement. If you become a security risk, you're subject to indefinite detention.”

  “We're about to go to Defcon One at any minute, and we're not qualified to handle this alone.”

  “He's babbling about nuclear war again,” Bette said. “It would have been nice if they'd selected a test subject who didn't have quite as many mental health challenges.”

  Felicity: “It does make you wonder why the brass chose him.”

  Jaime: “He wants to see the general real bad.”

  Bette: “You think they're actually... doing the dirty deed? Them? I always pegged her as a total lesbo.”

  Jaime: “I always thought it was suspicious she had such a squeaky-clean reputation. It's the quiet ones you have to watch.”

  “I'm standing right here.” I flexed my wrists within cold steel. “I can hear everything you're saying.”

  Felicity: “I think we should call security. Have him removed, have him replaced.”

  Jaime: “But if he's the general's friend...”

  Bette: “She can make trouble with the committee. She can get our funding shut down.”

  “Fuck it,” I said. “Put me in the fucking device. I can't talk to anybody in there. Run your fucking tests. Get it over with. But then we really do need to find the general. The Earth is under attack. Hell, the whole fucking galaxy's under attack.”

  “There's something about him, though.” Jaime snuffled, and I realized she was breathing in a little too hard.

  The magic of future pheromones to the rescue...

  “Janice, are you grabbing his dick?” Bette squealed. “Janice!”

  Evidently, Janice was Jaime's real name. Good to know.

  “Like you're not curious yourself, Becky. Like you don't want to know what it's like to handle a general's toy boy.”

  Becky was Bette.

  “Fuck you, Janice. And, fuck you, Felicia. This isn't what the science is all about...”

  Chapter 1

  For some time, I was engaged in a team-bonding zero-gravity athletic exercise with three beautiful women in a spaceship. As we floated around the interior, our bodies locking and unlocking with each other, I felt some of the week's tension melt away. Now that I had the general's attention, I could transfer the weight of responsibility for saving humanity to the Pentagon, which was far better equipped to battle a menace from another galaxy than I was.

  Although she'd doubted me at first, General Dyers - Daisy - had come to accept the reality of the time tunnel and the fact I was in communication with an all-female society on the other side of our galaxy. It's hard to deny the repeated evidence of your senses. Even in dreams, even in the most spectacular drug-induced hallucinations, we're not really weightless. That only happens in space.

  I could finally breathe. And so I did.

  Grasping the back of the nearest chair, I pulled myself down to take a moment to appreciate the lovely show floating in space above me. Jia, Brandy, and Daisy twined around each other to perform an elaborate girl-on-girl-on-girl mid-air ballet. Tongues and fingers played between legs, and the rich scent of female pheromones filled the small cabin. Slinky Jia had sandwiched herself between the two women from 2020. Her ivory thighs clutched at Daisy's face to pull the older woman's experienced tongue tight against her shiny-smooth pussy mound. Brandy, her auburn hair streaming, approached Jia from the rear and slightly below, the better to wedge her long pink tongue into a place where she could lick the hot spot where Daisy's mouth explored Jia's velvet entrance.

  What an angle their sapphic scene would make for a video. You couldn't normally watch a threeway lesbian lickfest from underneath. Being in zero gravity was the only thing that made it possible.

  My dick began to stir once again. I let go of the chair, intending to float back up to join the trio.

  No blurred mist this time. No warning.

  My butt had lost contact with the padded chair as I slowly, lazily floated up to join their entangled bodies. I was almost there, almost touching the knot of writhing women, and then I wasn't. It was a shock, like being doused with ice water out of nowhere.

  No mist. No vortex. Just an overwhelming sensation of, “What the actual fuck?”

  The trio of time-travel techs from 2020 must have adjusted something. Travel was now instantaneous. Blinking, I stared at the cold steel ceiling with its cold true-daylight blue lights. All very chilly and institutional. No more zero-gee orgy floating overhead. Just me, flat on my ass on a metal table in the secret sub-sub-sub basement underneath the Pentagon.

  It was just as well. Time to get busy with the rest of the plan. Now that I had General Dyers on my team, I could use her to recruit the rest of the DOD. Sooner rather than later, the Pentagon needed to get going on the rather urgent project of saving the Milky Way from the alien invaders.

  Fuck. Know what? I had a real problem here. Why the everloving hell had I allowed myself to lose physical contact with Daisy for even one single, solitary moment?

  She didn't bounce back with me, and I didn't know if she'd bounced back to 2020 at all. There were too many things I didn't know yet about what happened when I transmitted the ability to travel through time. Had I seeded her enough to let her travel independently? Maybe not. Maybe General D. Chase Dyers was marooned uptime on the opposite end of the galaxy.

  The three techs were all leaning in to stare down at me. Jaime, Felicity, and Bette. Their beautiful faces conceal
ed calculating brains. I'd made up my own personal handles for them since they'd not yet deigned to share their real names.

  I didn't have a need to know.

  “What?” I tried to sit up, and all three of them immediately reached out hands to me, which was more hands than I really needed, although a man couldn't really resent the touch of three such gorgeous women. “How did I get here? Did something happen?”

  “What do you mean, how did you get here?” Bette, the blonde, crinkled a tiny spot between her ice-blue eyes. “You used a special thumb drive with a one-hundred-twenty character passcode to open the airlock, and then you climbed through into the lab. Seems like it would be a hard thing to forget.”

  Jaime, an elegant brunette, frowned at a monitor. “His EEG looks normal, but... I swear I saw a blip in the data.”

  I touched my head and found electrodes. Definitely didn't remember anything about that. Time had glitched. I'd skipped over something to arrive here on this table. “Will someone please tell me what's happening?”

  “We were running some tests, and you seemed to lose consciousness for a minute.” That was Felicity. Silky wisps of her blue-black hair fell out of her bun to frame her face.

  If this was a medical exam, shouldn't they be wearing hairnets, masks, and scrubs? I felt a twinge of anxiety. An orgy in space might be a good way to relieve tension, but getting tossed without warning onto a medical table in a Pentagon secret bunker has a funny way of bringing it all right back.

  This wasn't a scheduled exam. Something unexpected had happened, and it sounded like it might involve my brain. “What aren't you telling me? Why did I lose consciousness?” I tugged at the electrodes. “Can I take these off?”

  “They're not really telling us anything, so...” Jaime's long, slender hands worked quickly to remove them for me.

  “You're not really telling me anything.”

  “Look,” Bette said. “We're not sure exactly what happened. You appear to be perfectly healthy. But, for a brief interval, it was like your higher brain function just... wasn't there.”

  Because my brain function was on the other side of the galaxy, I thought. My anxiety grew. If my body could separate itself from my consciousness, that was awfully close to what we call death, wasn't it?

  Was this a one-time glitch, or was it evidence that time was breaking down around me? That I really was the last man and that I was closing in on the end?

  “Is the time machine doing this?” I asked.

  “How could it? It wasn't turned on,” Bette said. “It isn't yet operational.”

  “It's operational at some point though in the near future. It does ultimately work.” I looked from girl to girl, hoping they could read the truth in my eyes. “And, after all, the work it does is time travel. Maybe it's reaching back and fucking around with me in some kind of way.”

  “It wouldn't do that.” Felicity made her voice hard and brisk. “We have no reason to believe it would affect you like that.”

  Whoo boy. More women to convince of weird shit normal people won't believe.

  I took a deep breath. “I've seen the future. I've already been there.”

  “Impossible.” Jaime shook her head. “You had a vivid waking dream, perhaps. Maybe that's what we saw on the EEG. But we didn't see time travel. That won't be real until the first time you go through the device.”

  I knew you couldn't dream zero gee. The places I'd gone, the things I'd done... they were real. And I had an extremely credible witness.

  Well, I would've had an extremely credible witness, if I'd been able to pull the general back here with me.

  Time for another deep breath. “With all due respect, I realize I'm not a scientist, but I was there and you girls weren't, and I'm telling you this wasn't a dream. I traveled.” Of course, I'd traveled multiple times, but they weren't ready to hear that. “Let's try logic, ladies. You don't really know how the device is going to affect a human subject. That's why you hired me to be your lab rat in the first place.”

  There wasn't much they could say to that.

  “I need to report to General Dyers immediately,” I said. “She needs to be informed of this latest development.”

  The three beauties were more hardass than they looked. Felicity shook her head and then pulled something from her lab coat pocket that bore an uncanny resemblance to stainless steel handcuffs. “General Dyers is not cleared for granular details concerning this project. Also, there are no communications going in and out of this bunker. The walls themselves are carefully designed to be jamming devices.”

  “Hey, hey. I don't need the cuffs.” I tried to make a joke out of it. A lame joke. “I'm cooperating here.”

  “We need to be very confident you don't share the details of this project anywhere outside this room.” Bette's silver eyes were made of steel too. “It's for your own good, Clayton.”

  “It would be life-altering if you were to expose national security secrets beyond these walls.” Even Jaime's warm brown eyes had gone hard. “You signed the paperwork. You understood the consequences. If there is any chance of you spilling these secrets to the outside world, you will be immediately transferred to a federal facility where you will be sequestered until such time as an act of Congress deems it safe to release public information about this project.”

  What the hell? Rhonda Chambers had distracted me more than I realized, because I sure the fuck didn't remember signing that. “This project isn't scheduled to be declassified for a hundred years,” I said.

  “That's right.” Felicity dangled the cuffs in front of me. “I see you remember. And it means exactly what you think it means. If you start talking, you're subject to indefinite detention.”

  Chapter 2

  I dropped the request like a live grenade. After all, I didn't even know if Brandy and General Dyers had been returned from the future. The fight about what Dyers could know - especially since what she already knew was enough to subject me to indefinite detention - could wait until I knew for certain she was down here in a position to help me.

  There was another way to handle the three techs. The pheromones of the future appeared to be almost as contagious as the legendary male-killing virus from Andromeda. Ever since I'd made first contact with the girls at the other end of the galaxy, ever since I'd breathed deep of their rich personal scent, I'd noticed a change in how the women of my own time reacted to me. Would Brandy have asked me out if I'd never flown through time? Hard to say in her case.

  The general, though, was an ice queen who never let anyone, ever, see the passionate woman beneath the professional facade. When she reached for me that first time in her private club, she was exposing needs she'd never thought she'd ever share with a subordinate.

  And, make no mistake about it, she had those needs. All women did. She simply chose to keep them hidden, the better to advance her career.

  Considering her career was everything to the general, what changed her? I'm not going to kid myself. I'm an ordinary twenty-eight-year-old guy. I keep in decent shape, go running sometimes on the weekend, maybe skip dessert once in a while, but nobody's ever going to break down and offer me a second career as a male model.

  Dyers exposed her need to me because something was different about me. Maybe it was because meeting the girls at the other end of the galaxy made me more confident, and maybe that's all it was. But I thought there was something else. The pheromones I'd breathed in were in my blood now, and I too breathed them out.

  Time to put the theory to the test. The three beautiful techs trapped for long hours in this bunker had needs too.

  “I won't talk. I made the assumption it was all right to discuss this project with the general, but I won't make that mistake again.” Try to sound sincere, I told myself. Don't blink. “So, um, you know what? I think it's high time for us to focus on what's important, my ability to survive a trip through time. I'd like to get started right away. As in right now.”

  “You're not ready,” Felicity said. “
And the device is not ready.”

  At some point while I was out of it, they'd changed my jeans and tee-shirt for a basic tie-in-front hospital gown. Now I gestured down at the unmistakable evidence of health poking out. “You can see I'm fine, I'm one hundred percent. Whatever glitch happened a few minutes ago, it's over.”

  Bette and Jaime exchanged a look.

  “We'll have to risk it sometime,” Jaime said slowly. “The subject wants to go, and he passes the health check, so why not now?”

  Bette shrugged. “He needs to get dressed while I tweak the final adjustments.”

  “I don't need to get dressed.” I yanked off the gown, the better to show off my magnificent hard-on. “Clothes don't go through.”

  Felicity froze. For a minute, I thought she was offended by my nudity, but it was my eyes that held her attention. “That's one theory, that inanimate objects can't travel, but... how the hell would you know that?”

  Apparently, I was a walking, talking, security breach. I didn't mean to shock her with my knowledge of top-secret experimental time-travel woo-woo science.

  Take a breather. Go slow.

  “It's like I said before. Time isn't the same for me. It isn't a straight line anymore. It's a loop. For you, it may seem like I've never traveled yet, that the device has never been tested, but I'm telling you I've been there, it's ready, and it works. I'm not even going to break a sweat. You think I'm a lab rat risking my life, a potential sacrifice, but I know I'm going to get through just fine.”

  Jaime, at least, seemed to know how to focus on something besides my gorgeous eyes. “You can't go anywhere with that...” She gestured at my woody. “With that... um, thing, sticking out in front of you.”

  “You would make the wrong impression on the people of the future.” Bette sounded very sure. “They must be more highly evolved, and I seriously doubt they're subject to the same sexual impulses we still endure back in our time.”