Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 1 [timestop nc mf fondling]

*Author’s note: Thank you all for your patience. I’ll link the meta-post for this story in the comments. If you haven’t already read the Prologue, I recommend you do so.*
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***Three months earlier***

“…so anyway,” Jeremy said, fidgeting nervously, “I, uh, think that it would be bad if your mom found out, or your dad’s work, or if someone put up a picture on a power pole somewhere, y-you know?”

Petra glared at him. She’d been glaring at him, silently, for several minutes, sitting with her arms crossed in her father’s recliner. Jeremy sat on the couch, wringing his hands together as he detailed how much – or how little – he knew about Petra and Jake.

“Wow, Jeremy,” she said dryly, “I knew you were a creep. I didn’t know you were a complete asshole.”

Jeremy put up his hands, palms out. “I’m just, um, looking out for you. You know.”

Petra rolled her eyes. “Right. And I suppose you’d like some sort of ‘gratitude’ for that, yes?”

Jeremy grinned. “Something like that,” he replied.

Petra shrugged. “Alright,” she said neutrally.

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Jeremy felt his eyes widen. Holy shit! he thought. It worked! He’d been wanting Petra for so many years, but she kept going out with assholes and never seemed to notice the super-nice gentleman living right next door, which was stupid because he would have totally treated her like a queen if she’d just fallen in love with him.

But of course she, like all girls, never seemed interested in nice guys. Just assholes and bad boys. So instead he’d worshipped her from afar, watching and sometimes taking pictures. He had folders on his computer dedicated to “P”, sorted into categories with names like “casual,” “excited or happy,” “leggy”, “cleavage”, “bikini”… there was even one picture in its own folder where he’d caught a glimpse of her changing by the window. It was from behind and you could almost see where her nipple would be. Jeremy felt that it was the greatest side-boob photo ever taken, and frequently opened it up when he was about to cum into whatever had become Petra at the time – usually a sock.

When he heard she’d dumped her latest lame boyfriend-slash-molester, Jeremy had been thrilled. He’d spent days working up the courage to make his move, and this was the time. His time. But then, while he was watching her – to gauge her mood, of course; he didn’t want to be a rebound guy but didn’t want to miss his chance either – he’d caught a glimpse of her kissing an older man, with her hand down the front of his pants. And then she’d pulled away, and he’d seen who it was…

Mr. Stevens was molesting his daughter. He’d brainwashed poor, perfect Petra, convinced her that she had no choice but to let him kiss her and rub his dirty dick on her fingers. Well, Jeremy could fix that, He could go to the police… but that would just fuck up Petra’s life even worse. No, he had an even better plan. And it was finally happening, for real.

First he’d make Petra do stuff with him. Then he’d make her be his girlfriend, and show her what it’s like to be in a real relationship. Then she’d start to fall in love with him, and he’d have everything he ever wanted. It sucked that he had to be mean to get it started, but once she saw what life with him was like she’d thank him.

“So what exactly do you want?” she asked, startling him out of his thoughts. “You wanna see my boobs or something?”

“That’s a start,” Jeremy said, smiling. “You could- could take off your sweater, that would be good.” He could feel his heart pounding faster, and it was hard to keep his voice from cracking.

Petra rolled her eyes at him and pulled off her sweater. It was almost not sexy the way she did it, just up and off like she was in a hurry to get changed or something. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white bra; it made her look like one of the girls in the Sears catalog.

Jeremy had seen Petra in bikinis smaller than this lots of times, but to have her here, like this, for him alone was just incredible. His dick twitched eagerly, and he let his eyes roll down and up, admiring her perfect white skin and the way her boobs pressed together inside their underwire prison.

Petra crossed her arms over her chest again, but instead of blocking the view it just enhanced the cleavage. “Satisfied?” she asked impatiently.

“Milady,” Jeremy breathed, “I’ll never be less than satisfied with- with that. There’s just one other thing.”

“What other thing?” Petra asked angrily.

“This,” Jeremy said, lunging forward and grabbing at her hip.

“No!” Petra cried, clapping her hand over her pocket. Jeremy’s momentum carried him forward, and he tripped over the corner of a coffee table that he hadn’t been paying attention to. There was an impact and a loud click of teeth; Jeremy felt terrible as he realized that his shoulder had just jammed under Petra’s chin and knocked her back. Still, it wouldn’t matter in a minute.

The impact stunned Petra enough to loosen her grip. Jeremy yanked the device out of her pocket, the weapon her father had used to brainwash her and the one she herself had intended to use. Pushing back, he landed on the floor hard and held it up to examine it.

It was a remote control. One of those universal ones that works the TV and DVD and whatever else. A piece of tape held in the batteries.

“Give it back!” Petra cried, pushing herself out of the chair like a missile. Jeremy cried out in surprise, cringing away from the angry girl and waiting for the pain of impact.

It never came. Jeremy opened his eyes after a few seconds and looked at his hands. He had squeezed the remote on reflex and tripped the Pause button. Looking up, he flinched back again. Petra was hanging in mid-air, frozen in a cry of rage. Her hands were only inches from his throat.

“Huh.”

Jeremy considered the object in his hand. This was it: real magical power. This was the thing that would finally turn him into the wizard he always knew he would be! If he’d been born three centuries earlier he would have done it with tricks and basic science, but now none of that mattered. Now he could make the world a better place. He could change everything.

Best to start small, though. There was a genuine damsel in need of his help, right here. Jeremy moved out of the path of Petra’s grasping talons and got to his feet.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asked her, reaching a hand toward her cheek, not quite touching her. “My Princess, enslaved by the evil Duke. No, bewitched. That’s better.” He nodded. “You’ll have to be deprogrammed, and then you’ll be grateful. Like you should be. Just got to get you… someplace safe.”

Jeremy considered this a moment. He couldn’t keep her here in her own home, nor could he really hide a girl in his own room. He’d need a place. But then, he had all the time he needed for that. He had all the time in the world, now.

The basement first, he decided. Just to hold her, until he could get a better place. Still, he would have to move her. Which meant touching her, picking her up, carrying her.

Jeremy swallowed hard. When was the last time he’d actually touched Petra? Maybe when they were kids, playing together. He reached out for her again, brushing a scarlet lock back from her face and touching her cheek.

She felt warm, just like anyone, and soft. Jeremy’s heart double-thumped in his chest. He slid his fingertips down, tracing her jawline, and gently pushed her chin to close her mouth. A little press on the corners of her mouth pulled her lips into something like a smile, but the effect was a creepy masque of madness, so he pushed them back down and closed instead in an neutral a look as he could manage.

Posing faces was out, then. Not that it mattered much. But what about posing people? Jeremy stepped back and considered Petra for a moment. Her toes were on the ground in front of the armchair, but her torso was in the air, hanging impossibly. Gingerly, he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled back.

To his surprise, Petra moved directly in the direction he was pulling. There was some resistance; inertia was still a thing. But without gravity pulling her down, it was like moving a weight underwater. Her feet pressed on the chair, levering her into a standing position with her arms in the air and her face upturned. It looked like she was doing some sort of occult ritual to call lightning down on his head.

“That’s a start,” Jeremy said, noticing for the first time just how silent the world had become. He popped his ears and cleared his throat, listening to the way the sounds seemed to echo and then stop dead.

Carefully, he tipped Petra’s head down to face forward. He still wasn’t sure how fast he could move her, whether there would be a whiplash effect or what. He reached up and pulled her arms to her sides. On the way down, his hand brushed the side of her breast, and he felt his cheeks flush. “Sorry,” he said automatically.

Petra didn’t respond. She stared over his head, wide-eyed and neutral.

Jeremy stepped back and looked at her. He really did believe that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And here she stood, in jeans and a bra, completely at his mercy. Completely under his control.

“I’ll just take a look,” he said out loud. “You’ll never know, not afterward.”

Petra didn’t respond to that either, so Jeremy moved closer again. He shoved the coffee table he’d tripped on earlier out of the way, then picked Petra up by the waist to carefully put her in the middle of the room, acutely aware of how close he had to put his face to her breasts to do so.

Moving behind her, Jeremy examined the clasp of Petra’s bra. It was a series of three hooks, simple enough to work with. One by one he unfastened them, leaving the strap hanging impossibly in the air behind her back.

Jeremy slid his hands up her smooth skin to her shoulders, then outward. The bra’s shoulder straps slid down on her arms, then to her elbows, and finally to her wrists. He took a deep breath, then stepped around in front of her.

She stood, his Princess, in only her jeans with her bra around her wrists like shackles. Jeremy’s eyes trailed up slowly, savoring the moment, taking in her milky-fair skin and the flat board of her stomach, leading to the swell of her breasts.

They were as pale as the rest of her, crowned by light pink nipples that pointed right at him, making Jeremy feel a sudden and urgent need to adjust his pants. He could see freckles where she’d had her cleavage exposed to the sun, and the accent of her collarbone under her throat. All of her, on display for him for as long as he wanted her.

His hand was reaching for her without even thinking about it. Jeremy’s heart leapt again as his palm made contact with Petra’s nipple. His fingers followed, splaying out to gently hold as much of her as he could fit into his hand. Just a little touch. It wasn’t like someone could begrudge him that, right?

He pulled his hand back, shaking his head. “No,” he said to the silence. “Not… not like that. You’re better.” Better than those other guys. Better than her rapist father. She would see. He’d make a beautiful tower for her, and she would know he was a real gentleman.

There was a handprint where Jeremy had touched her. “Shit,” he breathed, staring at the impression in her flesh. He would have to be careful; she’d almost definitely feel that when he woke her up.

On the other hand, as long as he was just looking… He’d seen her in bikinis before, so surely it couldn’t hurt to satisfy some curiosity visually?

“You don’t mind, do you?” he whispered, reaching down to unbutton her jeans and slide down the zipper. He tugged the jeans down, sliding them over her perfect legs and revealing a plain pair of striped panties.

He knew he should stop there. It wasn’t right to take advantage of the woman he loved, even if she was a little confused. But at the same time, he knew she would thank him after she was deprogrammed. And she would never know if he just took a peek.

By the time he’d finished thinking through his justification, Jeremy had already taken down Petra’s panties, exposing her perfect pink pussy and that little patch of fiery hair. His breath caught in his throat, and he sat back on his heels to admire the view. Petra. His girl. He just needed time to make her see.

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