Jeremy walked with a spring in his step, whistling to himself and looking up at the sky. The day was perfect, and he wanted to remember it, since it would be a few years before he got back to it. Petra trailed a few steps behind, quiet and dour as usual.
The sun was shining. Birds were singing. A couple of cute girls were chatting and laughing on the other side of the road. Feeling generous, Jeremy let them pass unmolested. If only they knew, he thought, that a God was looking their way. When he got back to today, those same girls would probably wet their panties at the chance to worship him.
But first things first. He had everything he needed: lottery numbers, stock predictions, lists of technologies and services to create, and the tools necessary to enforce his will. He could go back a year or two before the whole mess started, meet up with himself, and become as rich and powerful as he’d always deserved to be.
He’d also get away with a murder or two, but that sort of thing was easy for a God.
-*-*-
Pyotr paced nervously in the backyard. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Everything was in place, and everything would probably be alright now, but he had realized too late that he had no idea what Jake and the two Petras had planned. Maybe they would stop Jeremy first, and this would all come to nothing. Or maybe Jeremy would stop them, and be enraged. What if he found out that Pyotr knew about them? What would he do then?
“Pete!” Jeremy’s voice shocked Pyotr out of his thoughts, and he turned to face him where he stood at the side of the house. “Great day to save the world, huh?”
Pyotr nodded, glancing over to Petra, who stood behind Jeremy. She had a grim look in her eyes that made him nervous. Pyotr swallowed and looked at Jeremy instead. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
Jeremy chuckled, walking toward him. “Am I sure? What’s this, all of a sudden? Of course I’m sure. Let’s do it!”
“I suppose that means we’re out of time,” Jake said, approaching the same way Jeremy had come. He chuckled. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had to say that.”
Jeremy spun to face the impossible voice. “What the hell is this?” he demanded. “Some kind of joke? You’re dead!”
Petra – the longer-haired, fiercer-looking Petra – stepped out from behind her father. “It takes more than that to stop him,” she declared. “You always were pathetic. I can’t believe you beat me here.”
“Petra,” Jake warned. Petra gave a bratty look and crossed her arms, but didn’t taunt Jeremy any further, and Jake turned to Jeremy again. “Just take it easy and we’ll explain everything. But I’m going to need you to take that glove off.”
“Not happening, old man,” Jeremy said with a sneer. “I don’t care why or how you’re here. I’m going back to fix everything, and you can’t stop me. In fact, come to think of it, I can stop you.”
Jeremy twitched his hand, keying a sequence with his glove that Pyotr knew was meant to freeze everyone else. There was a jarring moment, but nothing seemed to change.
“No, you can’t,” Jake said, taking a step forward. “Your stolen power won’t get you out of this. Just give up.”
“No!” Jeremy shouted, stabbing his hand into the air in Jake’s direction. He made a gesture that Pyotr didn’t recognize, and everything stopped.
Then started.
Then stopped.
Then started.
Faster and faster, the world froze and resumed itself. Jeremy’s Petra stumbled back, leaning on Pyotr for support. Pyotr held her up, but his insides felt like they were going through a blender. Across the yard, the other Petra held onto Jake’s left arm; his right was stretched toward Jeremy, holding a familiar-looking black remote control, albeit one without the modifications Jeremy had made.
“St-o-o-o-o-p th-i-i-i-i-s.” Jake’s voice was drawn out to a long stutter by the time distortion. The world had become the inside of a giant bass speaker.
“Yo-o-o-o-u f-i-i-i-r-st!” Jeremy demanded. His hand twitched, and the ripples of time became more frequent.
Jake stood fast, but the strain of counteracting Jeremy’s rapid-fire timestops was starting to show. His forehead shone damp with sweat, and a single rivulet of blood trickled down from his nose. He wiped it with a strobe-like motion of his free hand, then screwed his face into a grimace of effort.
A loud pop sent sparks flying from Jeremy’s wrist, but he kept the pressure up. Jake staggered, letting his daughter hold him up. Time thrummed around them, starting and stopping faster and faster until even breathing felt to Pyotr like a futile effort. Jake staggered again, and everything went silent.
“Ha!” Jeremy exclaimed in the soundless space of frozen time, Pyotr took a gasping breath, looking around. Jake and Petra were on their knees, exhausted from the time-battle. Jeremy’s glove was smoking, and the more familiar Petra was beginning to regain her balance.
“Just… listen,” Jake said, panting. “You can’t…”
“I can!” Jeremy declared. “I can do anything, and not even you can stop me! I am your GOD!”
Petra – Jeremy’s Petra – stepped up behind him. Her legs were barely holding her up, but her hand reached out and struck like a viper. “I’m agnostic,” she declared, grabbing the wires that poked out from his wrist.
There was a sizzling sound as the heated metal and melted insulation burned into Petra’s hand. Holding fast, she let her knees buckle; her weight, crumpling to the grass, wasn’t even slowed. A bundle of wires followed her, pulling out of Jeremy’s sleeve, ending in ragged ends where they had yanked free of the heated solder.
“No!” Jeremy cried, clutching for the wires. Time started itself, heralded by the return of the mundane noise of Pyotr’s neighborhood. Jeremy pulled up his shirt and pulled a velcro-strapped belt off, clawing at it to open the pouch that held his stolen remote. “You fucking bitch!”
Jake pulled himself to his feet, leaning heavily on his daughter’s shoulder. Both his nostrils had bled down over his mouth and chin, lending a ghoulish air to his grin as he raised the remote in his hand.
A noise like a thunderclap blasted through the air. Pyotr’s ears rang for a couple seconds, and he watched as Jake’s grin drained away. A red flower bloomed on his shirt, low on one side, and he once more fell to his knees. One of the Petras screamed.
Jeremy dropped his gun and bolted for the garage.
-*-*-
“Cunt!” Jeremy spat as he slammed the door shut behind him, drawing the bolt across to lock it. “After I took care of her for years, she fucking… and how the fuck were those other two… fuck it!” He started turning on switches in the order he’d seen Pyotr work them before, causing the machinery all over the garage to hum to life. The fillings in his teeth started vibrating, but where he was going he could buy new teeth if he wanted.
There was a laptop connected to the main data cable. A simple prompt was on the screen, requesting a date and time for the destination. “Thanks, Pete,” he muttered as he keyed in a date four years in the past. “I knew I could count on you to make this simple.”
The laptop’s display changed. It now read “EXECUTE” with a timer counting down from 00:30, beeping every second. Jeremy strapped the remote back around his waist and shoved his damaged glove in his pocket, snatching a soldering iron from the workbench on his way to the shower stall in the middle of the room. He’d have plenty of time to fix the glove, and after that he’d have all the time in the world. Time to kill Jake again. Time to trap Petra and mess with her brain until she was a complete slave to him, not the broken creature she’d been for the past two years. Time to make everyone who ever was going to cross him suffer.
He stepped into the opaque glass box and slammed it shut, holding his breath and listening to the final beeps of the countdown. The hum of electricity was even louder, and the hairs on his arms were standing up, drawn toward the metal frame of the shower stall. Sparks ran along the silvery metal bars.
The final beep sounded, and everything went quiet. Jeremy’s heart pounded in his ears. The metal frame around him started glowing with a white light, brighter and brighter until he had to squeeze his eyes shut.
Pyotr’s voice, pre-recorded, drifted to him from the direction of the control computer. “Das vidaniya, my friend,” it said. “I am sorry.”
“What?!” Jeremy cried, reaching for the handle to open the stall and escape. It sizzled and he drew his hand back, leaving a strip of cooked skin behind. “No! It’s not fair! N-”
The light surged, then died.
-*-*-
“That is it,” Pyotr said, sitting heavily on the grass. “He is gone.”
“Pyotr!” Anna cried, running across the lawn toward him. “Are you okay? What happened??”
Pyotr laid back on the grass, staring at the sky. “I killed my best friend,” he said, chuckling. “That is what happened. I killed him as surely as if I had shot him.”
Jake came into view over him, help up by his two near-identical daughters. “Killed him how?” he asked.
“By sending him back in time,” Pyotr replied, closing his eyes. He felt Anna take his hand in hers and squeeze it. “Exactly as he wanted.”
“But nothing changed,” one of the Petras said. “If he went back, like he wanted, then why is everything still the same?”
Pyotr opened his eyes and sat up again. “In order to send an object back in time, I required more energy than I could get. I required all the energy in the universe. So I took it. The machine had a point zero zero zero… a very low chance of missing its target by a few seconds. It created a new universe where this happened. And that universe was consumed to power the machine.”
Anna’s hand tightened around his. “You sent him there?” she asked.
“Da,” Pyotr confirmed. “I sent him to the End of the Universe.”
Category: sexystories
Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 21 [timestop nc mf]
***Sorry for the long wait! I suck.***
Healing The Widower [MF]
*“I cannot believe you are here on my turf. I saw people looking. Soon it will be all ‘Oh there goes
that woman from that sex show’. Oh it runs deeper than that.”*
*“Just a little infamy and probably deserved…I am here on a mission and well…I cannot quite fly
you to the moon and back but we can get close!”*
*“Oh it is a mission I want to accept. and I am prepared. I know I may cry and get upset but I do
want heaven of some sort. Like I said, cannot believe you are in my town just for me.”*
I giggled as we got into the car and drove home. Before I knew it, I had arrived. A wooden house
in the forest with four bedrooms and scenic views. The house was feeling empty. They first
bought it in the early ‘70s. One bedroom was an office of sorts. They just leased it out for six
years before returning with just Kirby in tow and by the end of the decade, Kirby had moved
out. It was Stuart alone in a huge house two of the bedrooms had become rooms
for wellness. I could hear the birds. It was peaceful and far more peaceful than anywhere else I
had been in recent times.
The Artful Dancer [Str8] [MF] [Mdom] [Fdom] [anal]
The front door was unlocked, just as he said it would be. Music echoed through the house. He hadn’t said where in it he’d be, but she knew his location. He’d be out by the pool. He always had to revel in his perceived power.
Through the foyer. Past the kitchen. She saw it. The wide chair, back to the house, a head visible atop it. A table she knew what was on in front of it. Back straight, she walked out to the chair, her stilettos clacking the stone slabs of the deck into submission.
She stopped behind the chair, well aware he’d known of her presence from the moment she’d entered the house.
“What’s the weapon for?” She hadn’t seen it, but she knew it was there. Now she glanced. Two guns. Glock and bullpup rifle. *Surprise, surprise*.
You Think of Everything [MF][oral][semi-public]
Your text comes in around 2 pm on a Thursday afternoon.
“Meet me here?” you write, followed by a map location.
“Sure,” I say.
It’s easy to slip away from the office, and soon I’m setting out to find the location you sent me. It’s a parking garage a few blocks away— across the street from your office, in fact— and I find you near the top, leaning against a concrete pillar. There are barely any cars around, which seems just ideal.
“You know,” I say as I approach, “I don’t think that’s what you were wearing when you left the house.”
It’s mostly true. From the waist up, you’re the consummate professional, with your hair swept up neatly into a bun. You’re wearing a button-down shirt, white with blue pinstripes, that perfectly compliments your demure frame. But instead of the slacks you’d normally be wearing, you’ve got on a black miniskirt with matching black heels, that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.
“I know how to prepare,” you smile.
“You sure do.”
“I’ve been planning this for a little bit,” you admit. “Hardly anyone goes in or out of here in the afternoon, so we should have some time.”
High-end Customer Service Part 1 [MF][BDSM][human trafficking][anal][oral][rough]
Disclaimer: This is not how BDSM is supposed to work. The keys to BDSM are consent and safety. Human trafficking is also very bad. But it’s all fantasy here, and these are supposed to be the bad guys in a longer work.
Feedback and criticism is welcome.
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Markus Fleisscher toyed idly with the thin loop of leather he held in his loose grip. The chain connected to it dangled gracefully toward where it lightly scraped the floor, making a rhythmic *skritch* *sxratch* sound against the elegantly stained hardwood floor in time to the efforts of the equally elegant, statuesque redhead bobbing between his legs about whose neck was clasped the collar attached to the other end of the chain. The woman’s proportions were exquisite, her skin flawless porcelain, her face delicate perfection, her submission complete. Natasha had been an expensive investment, theoretically at least, but he considered her to be worth every single cent he had missed out on by not selling her. And that would have been an exorbitant sum, in the tens of millions of dollars.
Terrible Terry Ch2 [mfmf][mf][exh]
So, to reiterate, a lot happened between Terry and I before we were officially “together” or whatever you want to call it. Even then, we’ve never really had what anyone would be able to call a normal relationship. We definitely fell in love, but as I said last time, this is not that story. Hell, Terry hardly features in this one at all, but I feel like it’s important because it shows just how manipulative she can be…or seductive if you don’t like manipulative as the word. She’s just a puppet master at the end of the day and I don’t mind the way she plays with me.
After the rendezvous between Cat, Terry, and myself, things were weird between Cat and I… which can be understood. Everything gets weird after one of your friends forces you to rim them for a hot second and then mouth fuck her best friend while she devours her pussy. And I mean everything. I felt like I was sleepwalking for the next two weeks. I’d be in the store and I’d suddenly think I saw Terry’s naked body bent over the counter or find myself looking at a girl with a nice ass and imagine my face buried in it. I’d be eating dinner and suddenly a salty taste would make me think of the tingling taste of Cat.
Ida and Ashlyn [ff] Lesbian [oral]
Ida was just barely asleep when she heard the door open. Her friend Ashlyn was staying over, visiting from out of town. It had been years since they had seen each other last. And the connection was still strong between them. Ida had never been with a woman, but there was a certain warmth she had felt during her time with Ash, which she had promptly attributed to the Merlot. Same with the warm flushness she felt on her cheeks when Ash had laughed at her jokes…or when Ash had grabbed her forearm while intently telling a story. She had dozed thinking about Ash’s smile, and questioning her own motives for doing so. She heard the floor creak and soft steps come across the room. Her hearth pounded. But she stayed motionless and pretended not to notice.
Was Ash really coming in?
She Turned 18 [Mf] [oral] [creampie] [rough]
My girlfriend was insecure and jealous of other women. I know, you’re going to say most women are. But Abby was particularly threatened by her sex. Things in our relationship got so bad that I wasn’t even allowed to have female FRIENDS unless she met them. If Abby thought the friend was prettier than she was, she would not permit the friendship.
Obviously, we broke up. But before we did, we needed a cat sitter for Maxwell, our kitten. I had the idea to ask Sasha, the sixteen year old who lived downstairs. But, jealous and threatened like Abby was—even involving a teenager—she wouldn’t permit it unless all business was handled through Sasha’s mother.
But the night Sasha and her mother were supposed to come up and get the key, her mother was stuck in traffic. And Abby wasn’t home, so it was just me—a thirty year old—and a sixteen year old. I don’t need to tell you that nothing inappropriate happened.
Sasha came upstairs, said hello to Maxwell, took the spare key and left. And that was that.
Abby and I continued to date for another two years. Things eroded to the point where we both knew the writing was on the wall. This relationship had to end.
The Mont Clair School for Girls part two [free use] [light fdom] [oral] [FM]
Harriette pushed me to my knees. I could smell sex in the room and would’ve been hard if I hadn’t just shot deep into Clarisse. Harriette knew, but she was determined to make me regret having cum in her roommate. She (so I heard) only used the boys when I was one of them, and would otherwise see Laura or force Clarisse to eat her out. She put a hand on the back of my head, pulling me between her legs, and I started eating her out.
“You only got to cum in the salutatorian’s hairy cunt because I told her you’re good” she taunted.
I wanted to shoot back some quip about the field hockey team being all lesbians anyways, but I remembered the contract we signed and what the headmistress might do to me if I wasn’t subservient with the girls. My tongue made slow letters on Harriette’s clit while two fingers massaged her rough g-spot. She loved my fingering and I knew I’d outlast her taunts. She leaned back to sit on her desk, on leg still up on the chair, and I continued to lap up the musky wetness between her labia, below the wide brown landing strip that she usually covered with a pair of black pantyhose ripped open at the crotch.