B Café (Main story)

All around me there were food places, theaters, arcades, stores. It looked like a normal small townstreet but owned and enjoyed entirely by other versions of me. They gave me a watch that allowed me to return and come here from my home dimension as I pleased so I was in no rush to explore. I aimlessly walked from shop to shop looking at all the different strange things each Eric brought. Most of it seemed so similar to things I've seen before but each one slightly different. Eventually after getting tired of aimless sight seeing I decided to walk into a place called “B cafe.” I sat at an empty table and looked at the interdimensional watch they gave me. After intently fiddling with it for a few minutes I was shocked to hear a woman's voice trying to get my attention.

“What can I do for or to you master.” said a voice I recognized all too well. Rebecka? She was a manager at the taco place I used to work at. She was in her thirties but was quite pretty, especially for a biker chick. She was of average height but with some wide hips that gave her a fine looking ass. Her face was exotic yet simple. A confident looking light skin Latina with long straight black hair. Her breast left something to be desired but that rarely mattered with her beautiful face and her juicy looking ass. I looked up at her and saw she was wearing nothing but very tight denim booty shorts, a black waist apron, hat and choker. Her somewhat flat tits were just out in the open.

“Rebecka? What are you doing here?” I asked while looking at her shirtless chest in shock. “Do Rebecka alternates have access to other dimensions the same way Erics do?” I asked while examining her pear shaped milf bod. I noticed she was shaking for some odd reason.

“Master, don't be silly!” she said uncharacteristically of her normal nonchalant cool self. “I exist to serve you like the beautifully young boy you are!” She grabbed my hand slowly and placed it on her waist, giving a fake uncomfortable smile as she did so. I was lost in the feel of her hips for a short moment as I began to caress her sides. I snapped back to reality and looked her in the eyes.

“What are you doing here, Rebecka?” Her breathing got heavy and her fake smile fell to a frown. She looked from side to side, ensuring no one was eavesdropping then leaned in and began to speak in a hushed tone.

“Eric, do you really not know what's going on here?” She took a breath of both panic and relief. “Please I know you Eric, or at least a version of you. You have to get me out of here. This store is run by a cruel Eric that bought a bunch of Rebecka alternates from across dimensions and is forcing us to sexually give ourselves to customers. This entire entire society is built off of enslaving alternate versions of people you know and using them for sick twisted fantasies. I wanna get home to my kids. Please Eric! Please be one of the good ones!” I looked around and saw other versions of me sitting, enjoying their coffees while other Rebeckas were sucking them off under the tables, sitting on their laps grinding, giving handjobs and so on. The other Erics were enjoying themselves greatly while the Rebeckas all looked obedient out of fear.

“So let me get this straight, this entire world is just full of multiple slaves of everyone I have ever wanted. An entire world where any version of me can please themselves with an infinite supply of crushes that cant say no?” I said, ignoring her pleas, instead focusing on the bulge in my pants.

“Please Eric. I wanna go home.” she said with mist in her eyes. I looked around the room. I can't just go against the vibe.

“Have another Rebecka bring me a coffee. I want you to blow me under the table.”

Her eyes grew wide, but she nodded obediently. The Eric sitting at the next table looked over and smirked. "Welcome to the club, buddy," he said, gesturing to the Rebecka on her knees under him. "It's every man's dream, isn't it?"

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as the other Rebecka approached with a mug, setting it down in front of me. She wore the same attire with a number tag attached to her apron, a reminder of her servitude. As the first Rebecka slid under the table, I could feel the warmth of her breath against my crotch. Her shaky hands unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock. She began to lick the tip. I could hear soft whimpers as she sucked.I sat there and let her do her work as I drank my coffee. Every now and then I would hold her head down to deprive her of oxygen just to remind her who was in charge. I couldn't even see her under the table but the feeling was sublime. The coffee was weirdly good. It's weird to think about coffee as an enslaved version of your biker chick coworker gives you questionably consenting head under a table but the coffee being exactly what I liked despite not giving any instructions caught me off guard. I peaked my head under the table and glanced at the number tag on her apron. It read '15'. There must be a whole system to this. My mind raced with the implications of having an infinite amount of people to exploit and use. Rebecka number 15's mouth felt heavenly around my cock, and I couldn’t help but think about all the different ways I could enjoy this newfound power. Was this what it was like for all the other Erics here?

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see an Eric with glasses and a lab coat, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Welcome to the Multiverse of Eric!" he exclaimed, a hint of madness in his voice. "I'm Eric Prime, the founder of this place. I see you're getting acquainted with our unique... hospitality." He chuckled as he gestured to the room full of subservient Rebeckas. "There's so much more to show you. Would you like a tour? I have so many things I'd like to discuss with you. After you're finished here of course."

Rebecka 15's tongue dancing around the head of my cock as I contemplated Eric Prime's offer. The café was just the tip of the iceberg in this twisted utopia. "Sure," I said, taking a deep breath. "I want to know more about this place. How did it start? What's the deal with these...slaves?" Eric prime sat at the seat across from me. Rebecka 28 walked up and took his order.

"No coffee for me" Prime said politely to 28, as if this enslaved woman was just a friendly worker. “Just sit on my lap and move your hips. Feeling those booty shorts is enough for me.” He was much skinnier than me with a head of messy, almost gray hair. 28 straddled him and began to sensually move her hips. He poked his head out from the side of her, completely ignoring her breast directly in his face. "Well," he began, his voice filled with excitement. "It all started when I discovered a way to travel between dimensions. Ok not exactly. Some random woman found a way to travel between dimensions. She knew an Eric in her dimension and she was collecting us for a sick unknown purpose.”

"What kind of evil person would do that?" I blurted out with a jump. My cock popped out of Rebecka 15's mouth. I looked under the table and grabbed her by the throat. "Did I say you can stop sucking?" I snapped at her before slapping her and shoving her face into my crotch. I looked back up to prime. "Anyways continue."

Eric Prime cleared his throat stroking the side of Rebecka 28's thigh. "Well, she was a scientist, you see. A bit... obsessive. She wanted to gather us up for some fantasy she had. But she underestimated us. As the smartest Eric so far, I was able to steal her interdimensional watch and reverse engineer it." he tapped his own interdimensional watch, "we managed to overpower her and delete all versions of her from existence using her own gadgets. But we kept her technology. It allowed us to build this society." He smirked, looking around proudly at his domain.

I sat there feeling the warmth of Rebecka 15's mouth on my cock. "So, we're free to take anyone from any dimension, We have everything ever?"

"Well... not exactly. There are an infinite number of universes in theory, but we still have to travel to them and most of them aren't usable. This is where you come in! When we find a universe with an Eric in it, we recruit him into our society so we can harvest people and things from the mirror worlds surrounding theirs. Where there is one good world there are many others nearby. We won't touch your world at all, that's your property but would you be interested in joining our society and helping us thrive? Us Erics know Eric best."

I looked down at Rebecka 15 still working away under the table and couldn't help but think about the power I could hold here. To have anyone I want, whenever I want. But something felt off. "But why do we have to enslave them? Can't we just, I don't know, ask?"

Eric Prime chuckled, "Where is the fun in that? Erics are the only ones who matter." He seemed a bit unhinged with that statement. "Well you don't have to get involved if you don't wish to. Despite us all being Erics, we are our own people. But something tells me you want to be involved in this." He said slyly as he pulled Rebecka 28's hair harshly, causing her to pick up the pace of her grinding.

I couldn't argue with that. The thought of having infinite versions of my crushes, enemies, and celebrities at my mercy was a tempting one. "I'll think about it," I said, stroking the back of Rebecka 15's head as she continued her task. "But first, I need to get used to all of this."

"Take your time," Eric Prime said, his hands roaming over Rebecka 28's ass. "We're not going anywhere. And neither are they." He nodded towards the other Rebeckas, who were all serving their Eric masters with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Some looked defeated, others resigned, but none of them seemed truly happy with their fate. "Well I'm off to continue my work." He said with a smile. "You may leave and never return if you wish or just bum around for a while. Whenever you are ready, come find me at the council building. You can't miss it, it's the biggest building around here. Until then, enjoy yourself." He stood up and slapped Rebecka 28's ass as he walked out of the cafe.

15 continued to suck me as I drank my coffee, lost in thought. This bitch was just a taste. I can have my own Rebeckas. I could have my own anyone. I popped my dick out of her mouth and waited for her to get up. She scurried from under the table and stood once more like a waiter. "I think I'm gonna use that asshole now," I said to her. She was crying silently at that point. She pulled her tight booty shorts to right under her ass and leaned on the table with her ass mounds presented. "You can say no, Rebecka," I said with a cruel smirk. "But then you'll be replaced with a Rebecka that doesn't mind. It's your choice." I wasn't actually sure what happened to extra alternates that were no longer useful.

Her body was trembling as she looked over her shoulder at me, tears in her eyes. "Please," she whispered. "Just... don't make it hurt." I made it hurt. With a sadistic smirk, I grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her tight, unprepared asshole. She screamed out in pain and shock, her eyes watering as she took in the reality of her existence. The feeling of her tightness clenching around my cock was nothing short of divine. Her soft warm cheeks pressing against my inner thighs from the leverage I got by holding her waist felt just right. I shimmed up against her for a bit as my cock sat in her tight asshole. It was warm in her asshole. I slowly began to smack my hips against her bottom as I thrusted, picking up the pace as I got closer to release. I didn't last long. The whole experience was just too intense. As I came inside her, she whimpered and her body tensed up, her body shaking slightly as I pulled out of her. I looked down and watched as her asshole remained open for a few seconds before slowly closing back up.

"Bitch 28!" I called out. "Clean up on aisle asshole! An anus needs to be licked so it's ready for the next Eric!" The Rebecka 28 from earlier looked over with a sad expression. She walked over and got down on her knees, not even bothering to ask if I was done with my coffee. She took her tongue and began to lick Rebecka 15's asshole clean. It was like watching my own personal porn scene play out in front of me but the actors were twins. Her tongue was surprisingly gentle for a biker chick. She licked around the edges of the tight hole, getting all the excess cum. She was thorough and precise. Her tongue danced around the entrance of 15's asshole, occasionally diving in to get all the cum that was lodged deep inside. She had to get it all out, it was clear that this was part of her job. As 28 worked, 15's body began to relax. It was almost like she had gone numb to the whole ordeal. Her eyes remained closed as the wet, warm sensation of 28's tongue caressed her asshole. After that display, I had other places to see so I decided to head out.