We were to make a story [m]

So we talked for weeks. We had made plans and were just trying to work out the details. We have lost touch. You live in NC and so do I. We need to finish the take and make this real and get back to talking. It was my fault for closing out my kik. Message me if you think it’s you. Tell me something about me if you think this is about you. I really hope to find you.

Submission of a Soldier [F] [fantasy] [nc] [Exhibitionist]

I posted this as a prompt on dirtypenpals, but since my last “crosspost” seemed to be somewhat liked, I figured I could post this one here as wel, as it actually sort of works a mini story in its own right.

Astra’s military has always been a rough environment, even for the most seasoned of warrior seeking for a steady regimen.

Violent abuse, both for disciplinary action as well as mundane training, is the King’s Battalion’s worst kept secret. Humiliation and degradation can really break down a soldier’s spirit, until it is like soft and wet clay, ready to be molded into a subordinate that throws themselves into battle as fodder, if need be.

Hazing runs rampant, too, especially for the new recruits, and the smaller ones. The ones who already can’t fight back. It is sickening, but such is military life, is the standard response.

Maybe it is…

I’ve known very little but abuse for the first few months as part of the infantry. Not because I am weak or a snitch or… many other things. No, I just happened to be a *”girl”* in a men’s world. An Elven girl at that.

Pool Party 5 [incest, futa, NC]

**Please read the earlier entries, I’ll link them in the comments as always.**

Her daughter’s words echoed through Kimmy’s head, “oh, mommy. Don’t stop.” She knew she had to, this was too weird. She reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Katie’s throbbing cock. “I’m sorry, honey, I don’t think I should be doing this.” Katie was on the brink of cumming, and she almost lost her cool, but then she looked out the window and saw her naked sister napping on the patio, and realized an opportunity. “Oh, okay, I understand.” She really did, but Kimmy had to make sure. “And please don’t tell your father, or your sister. I don’t know what would happen…” “I understand, mom,” Katie reassured, “I’m gonna go cool off with Karen.” So Katie went out on the patio and slid the door shut, making sure she couldn’t see her mother through the mirrored glass.

She made her way over to Karen, who was lying naked on her stomach, bare ass shining in the sun. She awoke to Katie’s half-erect cock hanging in her face, and her pussy twitched at the sight. “Hey, mom’s in the shower, you up for a quickie?” Katie lied. Karen sensed the lie, but that only turned her on more, so she said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

[mf][nc][anal][drugs][Mdom] Make Yourself At Home

*This story is pure fiction and fantasy. None of these characters are real and I do not condone sexual assault in any way, shape or form.*

I used to spend a lot of time at one of my friends’ place. He had this pretty large apartment he was only able to afford because he could share it with a roommate, a girl called Melanie.

Melanie was weird, and the impression she left on me was even weirder.

At first, she was just part of the scenery. I would visit my friend and occasionally see her walking in the hallway, or hear her chat with a friend, or see her working on her computer in the living room. I didn’t find her particularly attractive: she gave me a massive tomboy, hippie vibe, had a thing for hard drug use, didn’t care much about her physical appearance and was very self-deprecating. She was tiny and awfully thin, bordering on anorexia, and you could feel her social awkwardness from a mile away.

Blackmailed, Sissified, and Anally Ravished by My Mother in Law [Bi] [Ffm] [anal] [BDSM] [blkmail] [Fdom] [huml] [Trans] [nc]

**Blackmailed, Sissified, and Anally Ravished by My Mother in Law**

My mother in law, Berenice, never approved of me–she said my body was too girly and feminine to properly please her daughter. Then she caught me dressing in her daughter’s panties. She gave me an ultimatum: let her fuck my fat, feminine bottom or she would reveal everything.

I shamefully caved in to her manipulation. She had me meet her at an empty warehouse and she ravished my fat ass over and over again. She said if I didn’t cum it would prove I was a man and I could have my life back. But I loved it, against my will. I came hard on her cock again, and again, and again.

She humiliated me and sexually destroyed me via anal penetration. I begged her to stop because it was so shameful but she just spanked, slapped me around, and pounded my submissive asshole even harder.

She took a secret video.

The next day she showed everything to her daughter–my fiance, Chloe–my entire submission and ravishment. It turned out that Berenice was sexually in love with her daughter. Chloe was overwhelmed by her passionate courtship once I was taken care of–destroyed by Berenice–and she passionately fucked and ravished her daughter while I looked on, plugged in anal chastity.

Blackmailed, Sissified, and Anally Ravished by My Mother in Law [Bi] [Ffm] [anal] [BDSM] [blkmail] [Fdom] [huml] [huml] [nc]

**Blackmailed, Sissified, and Anally Ravished by My Mother in Law**

My mother in law, Berenice, never approved of me–she said my body was too girly and feminine to properly please her daughter. Then she caught me dressing in her daughter’s panties. She gave me an ultimatum: let her fuck my fat, feminine bottom or she would reveal everything.

I shamefully caved in to her manipulation. She had me meet her at an empty warehouse and she ravished my fat ass over and over again. She said if I didn’t cum it would prove I was a man and I could have my life back. But I loved it, against my will. I came hard on her cock again, and again, and again.

She humiliated me and sexually destroyed me via anal penetration. I begged her to stop because it was so shameful but she just spanked, slapped me around, and pounded my submissive asshole even harder.

She took a secret video.

The next day she showed everything to her daughter–my fiance, Chloe–my entire submission and ravishment. It turned out that Berenice was sexually in love with her daughter. Chloe was overwhelmed by her passionate courtship once I was taken care of–destroyed by Berenice–and she passionately fucked and ravished her daughter while I looked on, plugged in anal chastity.

[FM][nc][oral] The Tutor pt. 7

Chapter 7
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Alicia drove into the parking lot of the popular pizza restaurant near school. In the back seat, Adam and Fiona had been laughing and talking the whole ride over. Alicia had listened with amusement, and a little pride, while Adam kept his half of the conversation flowing. He’d asked good questions and made comments that showed he listened to Fiona. His enthusiasm and interest in her were obviously genuine.

The result of his warm attention was clear in Fiona’s happy tone. Her frequent laughter didn’t seem forced. When Alicia glanced in the rearview mirror she had to smile at their animated expressions. It made her happy to see them happy. *Ah, young love.*

When Alicia parked, Megan pulled into the next spot over. Their eyes met and Alicia winked while forcing her own feelings down. The anxiety she’d felt around Megan for the last couple of months was still there, but she recognized it for what it was now. Megan wasn’t really putting pressure on Alicia. She wasn’t acting like Alicia’s girlfriend. At the core of those feelings was Alicia’s own desires getting turned around in her head. The truth was that she wanted to be with Megan, not the other way around.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 23 / End [timestop nc mf]

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Petra asked her father, poking the ugly wound at his side.
“Ow!” Jake complained. “I’ll be fine, if you stop doing that. Just put the bandages on. Timebenders heal faster than regular people, you know that.”
Petra giggled, pressing the gauze to his skin and holding it there while he wrapped a tension bandage around his waist to hold it. “Sorry, Daddy.” She glanced over her shoulder as he took over on the bandage. From Pyotr’s bathroom, where she was tending to Jake’s apparently non-serious bullet wound, she could see her alternate self sitting in a chair and staring into a coffee mug. “It just seems like such a shame, are you sure we can’t really fix things for her?”
“Even if we did, it would just create two timelines,” he replied, shaking his head slowly. “Really, we shouldn’t have even done it here. I think Pyotr’s stunt kept the timeline straight, but any big event usually causes a second universe.”
“What if we took her with us?” Petra asked. “Take care of her, help her get better. Besides, last night, what the three of us did together… I wouldn’t mind doing more of that.”
Jake chuckled. “No to that, too,” he said. “She has something important to do here.”
“What’s that?” Petra asked, cocking her head. “She’s done enough, hasn’t she?”
Time stopped itself. The sensation, the sudden silence and stillness, was beyond familiar to Petra. So was the voice that came from outside the bathroom.
“If you take her away from here,” Carol said, stepping into view from another room, “then I’ll stop existing again. You should know that by now, mom.”
Carol was older than Petra, and was still weird to hear the word “mom” coming from her, but Petra smiled regardless. “Of course,” she replied. “No Carol, no remote… and none of this can happen.”
“Right on the nose,” Carol said, flashing a smile. “Don’t worry. She’ll have a rough time recovering, but Aunty Anna and Uncle Pyotr will help her along. She’ll move in here in a few days, when she realizes I’m on the way. I grew up surrounded by friends and family. It was a good life, and I only came back with the remote because I knew I needed to… and to meet my father.”
Petra stood and embraced her alternate-future-daughter. “Alright then. Take good care of her for me?”
“You got it, mom,” Carol said, smiling.
Jake took Petra’s hand, standing up with a grimace. “Ready to go home, Pet?”
Petra nodded. “You?”
Jake pulled the remote out of his pocket. “Up one channel, here we go. Or… was it down?”
“Daddy! You-”
Jake laughed and pressed a button, cutting her off and taking them away.
-*-*-
Pyotr sat on the chair across from Petra. There was a soft whump of air in the bathroom; from the sound of it, Jake and the other Petra had just snuck out without long goodbyes. “Are you okay?” Pyotr asked.
Petra looked down at her hand. She was holding a bag of frozen peas, but the wires had burned her badly and would probably leave a scar. “I will be,” she said quietly. “I just have to remember how to be me again.”
“Well, you aren’t alone,” Pyotr replied, sliding a fresh bag over to her. “”You’ll always be-”
“Um, hey,” Anna interrupted, stepping in from the back door, “sorry to interrupt, but I just checked in the garage. I got in through the window and unlocked it.”
The only window in that garage was too high for someone to easily get to, and Pyotr made a note to ask about it later. Right now he was more concerned with the bundled rag that Anna was carrying.
“This was in the machine. I think it stayed behind when Jeremy… left.” She set the bundle on the dining table and unfolded it. “It’s hot.”
In the middle of the stained old rag, a black plastic rectangle sat heavily on the table. Pyotr used a corner of the rag to flip it over on its front, then slid it toward Petra with a smile.
“I believe,” he said, leaning back and nodding at the strangely normal-looking remote control, “that this belongs to you.”
Epilogue
Jeremy grunted, shooting his cum over the face of a young blonde. He’d already been to see her enough times that he’d lost count, and her face was barely visible under the sticky mask he’d created. She was one of several who he’d lined up on the sidewalk for convenience, and the display of kneeling women was starting to lose its charm.
He zipped his pants and glanced up at the sky, then immediately regretted it. The cracks were still there, although they didn’t seem to be widening. It was almost too bad; if they were moving, at least there’d be some sort of way to measure time’s passing. As it was, he was the only thing in the world that wasn’t frozen, and he no longer had any way to change that.
As far as he could tell, the time machine had worked perfectly. The calendars all said he’d arrived exactly on-target. He was just stuck in the moment where he’d arrived. And the cracks in the sky, opening on… it wasn’t even blackness. It was Nothing. It was so wrong that looking at them made his mind reel, screaming the impossibility at him. The sky opened onto Nothing.
He’d gone back too far to save himself with Jake’s remote, too. As near as he could tell, the old man didn’t have it yet. Never would, either, since Jeremy had taken the opportunity to take out his frustrations on him. What was left of him wouldn’t be using any remote controls anytime soon.
Anytime soon. It was weird, Jeremy thought, how much time worked into how people think and talk and act. There wasn’t anytime soon anymore for him, because there wasn’t any time and soon would never come. There was only now.
Jeremy stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away from the blonde, humming to himself. He would never age, and never die. Meanwhile, libraries were full of books about things. Things like theoretical physics.
He’d be back. If he could stay sane for long enough to learn, he’d be back. It was only a matter of time.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 22 [timestop nc mf]

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.”