The Timestop: Chapter 2

2 years ago i started a series called “The Timestop”. Unfortunately the last two years have been very hard for me and, despite having a lot of the main story completed, I was unable to publish anymore of the story. The last few months have been a lot easier and i am now pleased to say that a lot more content is on the way. I plan to publish the next few chapters of The Timestop before introducing a new series along side it. Chapter 2 is not as long as the last chapter but I had to restructure a lot of the story and so this is a compromise I have had to make. I hope you enjoy and I promise chapter 3 will be far better.

The Timestop Chapter 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/)

Chapter 2:

Mrs Carter sprang back into life as I unfroze time

“Now girls-“ she said before stopped mid sentence. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide and her jaw started to slack.

“Time…time…I…” she muttered as her hips started to gyrate and her hands dug into the desk. i could see her knuckles going white as she found to keep herself composed, her look of shock turning into confusion.

She had to much – [MF][NC][Drugged][Bar][m+]

She stumbles, smiling but unsure why, her movements uncertain and awkward. She is sweating heavily from all the dancing; unfocused, trying to remember where she sat down her purse. She knows she came here with friends but she got distracted, drunk, and she can’t find them now. Did they leave her, thinking she herself had already left? If she could find her purse, she could call them. Instead, she stumbles, her hand sliding along the wall. Her hair is disheveled, her short skirt riding high; her left heel is broken from an earlier stumble. She leans against the wall as the room spins again.

He notices she doesn’t see him approach as she rests against the wall as the world twirls around her. He’s been watching her though. She’s drunk, of course, but probably a bit slow too. She clearly didn’t notice him drop anything into her drink. That’s when the waiting game had begun for him. She had been slutting it up, teasing men, himself included all night, thinking she could play her games. She would learn tonight that other people can play games as well. He steps close and lifts her chin, her eyes dull and glassy. She barely reacts when he leans in and kisses her, deeply, cupping her ass, pulling her against him. He feels her kiss him back, but she struggles too, like her brain is on autopilot, and can’t decide what she should do.

Taking Emma part 2 [nc]

The two men meet the following night to discuss their plan. It was a bit of shock to Tom at first, both that Emma had a serious rape kink, and that Ben was ok with her exploring it with him. They decided on a night to put their plan in place, and went over how he would enter the house, what he was to do to Emma, and a backup plan in case things did not go well. The planning portion of the night was exciting enough for Ben, he did not know how he would feel during the actual deed.

The fateful night came quickly, Ben faking an emergency phone call from work about systems issue, rushing out of the door to go save the day from this fictitious IT nightmare. Emma feels a pang of guilt as she happily pulls her iPad out, beaming the videos to the large screen in the living room. Her favorite videos in 4k would be treat. She does not dive right into her pink lips while watching the videos, instead staying fully dressed as she watches girl after girl be held down and put through fictitious hell.

Taking Emma [nc]

Emma looks at her phone on another sleepy Saturday night. Her husband Ben gets up to go bed early after fighting sleep through their 3rd episode of their most recent Netflix obsession. He gives Emma a peck on her forehead as he leaves the room, telling her not to stay up too late in a drowsy voice. She quickly opens the tab back up in her iPhones web browser, loading video after video of girls struggling against threatening aggressors as they have their clothing ripped off and are forced to take a brutal pounding from the somewhat comically endowed actors.

She fidgets in her comfy chair as she feels her excitement pool between her legs, yearning to be the poor girl running through the woods with her breasts exposed, and leggings torn, presenting her plump slit as she falls over a conveniently placed log, holding her vulnerable flower at just the right angle for her pursuer to bury his shaft into her as she fills the forest with her faux screams. It was something that Emma had fantasized about for years, knowing it would be outside her mild mannered husband’s comfort zone. It was something that even if Ben tried to do for her, it would end with her laughing and him going even further into sexual repression. She knew her fantasy of being safely “raped” by a stranger was not in the cards for her.

Jogging through the woods [MF][NC][Anal][Rough]

Trigger warning and remember, real rape is a horrible and violent act. The story presented here is fantasy, nothing more and should be enjoyed as such.

Wrote this while laying about the house. Things in real life have been comparatively boring since I got my nips pierced last week. Still tender and it will be a while until fully healed. So enjoy!

I ran through the brush, stumbling, my breathing ragged as the invisible branches tore at my skin as I ran through the dark. I didn’t know where I was anymore, the light of park receding as he herded me towards ever greater darkness. I only heard three sounds in my desperation, my clumsy footsteps, my pounding heart, and his steady advance, somewhere behind me. Where had he come from, I wondered.

I had been out for my early morning run, needing to be done early enough to get to the bus station and head out to work. I preferred my sunrise jogs, but work had needed me in early and this was my only choice. I hated treadmills and despite the park being closed, no one had ever hassled me here before. Until now.

Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 2 [FF][Sex][Mast][Exh][Huml][FDom][NC][Magic]

**Chapter 3: History or Herstory?**

Sabina’s morning class was Early American History, colonization stuff covering everything from Canada to the Caribbean. It was interesting to hear the human side of the story, though the witches knew there was a lot more magic behind the scenes that made the lands inhabitable by Westerners. The indigenous people had strong magic, but they made some bad deals with the spirits of the world, many of them becoming corrupted, and the humans only exacerbated that with their introduction of technology and things like iron and steel.

She sat in the third row. It gave her good line of sight to the exits, not that she was ever that worried about threats at the school, but a little safety went a long way. Her friend Vera dropped down in the seat next to her.

“Nice top.” Vera said.

“Thanks.” Sabina said, straightening it a bit.

“You know you can see your bra through that.” Vera added.

“But not my tits, right? Just cleavage?” Sabina asked, cupping her bare breasts through the sheer fabric to convey the illusion.

“Well, no, of course not. I’d let you know if that was the case…after I enjoyed the view.” She grinned.

Terrible Terry Ch3 [mffm][mff][nc][

It was hard to think about anything other than Terry during college. Her almost white hair and pale figure. The smooth skin on her breasts as she bent over in a v-neck or the crease of her hips as she curled her knees forward. She was tantalizing. And she had owned me. She had humiliated me in front of my teammates and my best friend. She had complicated things, to say the least, between me and my closest thing to a romantic contact. She had manipulated my body exactly how she wanted to on every occasion… and she had yet to let me finish. All I wanted was to hold her down into the mattress and get even. Then it would be over. Things would just go back to normal. Right? Right.

There was only one source of information in regards to Terry available to me. My once only chance at maybe having a romantic interest slash good friend slash fellow tool at Terry’s disposal. Cat had once been my conservative friend who wore a cross necklace to class and taught bible study on Wednesdays, but lately I had seen more of her – well lately I had seen her naked. Very naked. She had an exhibitionist streak in her. You could tell by the way she flowered in the attention around campus. Awards, leadership roles, teacher’s pet, sorority queen, she lived to serve and please and she had done that a lot lately.

Alternative History 101 – [Yng][NC][Gang][Blkmail][Torture][Rough]

This is a fictional alternative history of my first time remotely exploring this kink to an adjacent degree. I, in real life, took some very stupid actions that could have resulted in a different result for me and this is an erotic look at such an alternative. Please, for the love of God, do not try to duplicate my experience the way I did. There are much safer avenues like Fetlife to explore ones issues and kinks and I happily recommend those. This is not intended to be fully realistic but an exploration of fantasy while I sit around the house today. Real rape is horribly abusive and traumatic. All that said now, enjoy ;)
 
Alternative Histories 1: by Badsammie

I scrolled through the messages I had gotten back on Craigslist one more time. I thought I had settled on the man I planned to meet, and had almost replied back, when the urge had hit me to look through everything one last time. He seemed safe, but something was niggling the back of my mind and I couldn’t place why. So, venturing through all the replies that had seemed promising, I pulled up what had been my backup.

Jessica was used to getting her way [fmmmm][nc][hum]

Jessica was used to getting her way. Most college students from overly affluent backgrounds, still at one time or another meet a challenge and realize that they aren’t the smartest, most beautiful, most talented person their parents told them they are since birth. Not Jessica. She was a genius at everything. She was also tall, and had a body that might have been considered “lanky” on anyone else. This could have made her awkward and that awkwardness could have given her the self-awareness she needed to avoid her downfall, but that didn’t happen.

Jessica was selfish, unthinking, and arrogant. But she was also loving to those who broke through her facade and fiercely loyal to her family, especially her little brother. This is just to say that while some parts of her life might make her out to be a caricature or a cliche, taken on the whole she was not.

There was a boy, Paolo. He was a pledge in Phi Kappa Theta, a Catholic fraternity on campus. He was 19. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A chemistry major, like her, but he worked at it harder than she ever had. Jessica was a natural. Paolo squinted at his organic book and moved his lips when he read difficult passages. He had beautiful lips. Jessica was almost sure he was a virgin.

The Nerdy Killer! [mm] [bd] [caution] [nc] [snuff]

Once upon a time, on a dark stormy night, a man named Tom was sitting at home, reading a book. He heard a noise outside the house, but dismissed it as an animal. He lived in a rural area, after all. But suddenly, all the lights in his house went out. Tom dismissed it again, thinking that the bad weather caused a power outage. He got up and went to take a shit in the toilet. While he was expelling feces from his anus, he heard a chainsaw noise. Tom wiped his poopy butt and closed the toilet lid.

Then, the chainsaw got turned off. It was dead silent. Tom was quivering with fear, and he pissed his pants. Then, he heard footsteps. The footsteps came closer, and closer, and closer. Tom began crying, and the footsteps stopped. Then, someone in the dark grabbed him and bashed his head into a wall. Tom was unconscious.