DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. It contains VERY explicit themes, including rape. I expect that these scenes will offend some or most people. If you do not want to read this story, please move on.
This is primarily a FFF/M story, but there is a brief M/F scene.
Part One
“What if,” began Doctor David Lyde “we had the power to alter our present state, simply by tweaking our past?” A murmur crept through the auditorium as Dr. Lyde allowed this opening statement to sink in. “I have,” he continued “discovered an as yet unknown property of our Universe that may, someday, allow us to do just that.”
James sat up slightly in his seat in the back row of the auditorium. Lyde had for years been something of an idol to James. Dr. Lyde was brilliant, and James knew it, although he also knew Lyde to be somewhat of an idealist, always coming up with strange theories and experiments, most of which hypotheses were absolutely impossible to test, let alone prove. Today, Lyde was going to announce his recent findings on the feasibilities of time travel.
“Consider, if you will, a young man in art school.” Lyde clicked a button on his podium, and on the screen behind him, appeared a painting that few in the audience recognized. “Consider that art student failing out of art school, and moving on to other endeavors.” The button clicked again, and a cover of ‘Time’ Magazine appeared on the screen. “1939 man of the year: Adolph Hitler.” Lyde again allowed time for this message to sink in. James shifted uncomfortably. “Now imagine going back and altering young Hitler’s grades, allowing him to graduate! War averted! Millions spared!”
A hand shot up in the front row, James strained to see who had interrupted; a student he recognized from a physics lecture his Sophomore year, only a year ago, it felt like ages.
“Doctor Lyde,” the student began, without being given permission to speak, “do you really think that it would be wise to simply alter time and history like that? I mean, the state of the world today, and the power of the nations in control now are all due to the horrors of the Second World War; furthermore…”
“Thank you, son,” Lyde counter-interrupted, “but the floor is mine… and furthermore, you are wrong about that.” After several seconds of glowering, no doubt waiting for a rebuttal, Dr. Lyde continued. “Time is dynamic, not static, as was once believed, and, as was once believed to the contrary, one may move freely from one moment in time to any other, as can be easily demonstrated in this chart.” He clicked the button once more, and a candid photograph of a woman’s bare foot appeared on the screen. Dr. Lyde’s audience let out several different gasps, some in shock, some in amusement, some in arousal, and one in utter horror.
“You asshole!” one of the more attractive young women among the science geeks jumped up. “You’re the cocksucker who’s been photographing and grabbing my feet in the library!?” She ran out sobbing, and it was pretty well understood that the presentation was over.
Part Two
James was never one to try breaking and entering, but then, he had never been quite so desperate. He was going to fail US History. The final paper was due in a week, and his topic was the Salem Witch trials. It sounded so juvenile, “write a twenty page paper on the sociological effects of the Salem Witch Trials, and give specific examples”. James knew that the answers to time travel were in Dr. Lyde’s office; he would simply learn the secret, travel back in time, get all the information he needed, and come back and write the paper!
The fact that James was incredibly drunk helped this scheme along in his mind; in fact, it made perfect sense to him!
Finding his way into Dr. Lyde’s office was actually quite easy, as Lyde had been escorted off campus that afternoon, following his public display of a co-ed’s bare foot: photo’s he had taken of her feet illegally had later been found all over his office and in his computer’s hard drive. No arrest had been made, but he had been asked to remain at home. This made it quite simple for James to stumble in and find , hidden in a corner of Lyde’s supply closet, the device that Lyde had been working on for years. The time machine: The “Deus Ex Machina”. James picked up the device, it was no smaller than a cellular phone, but weighed as much as a large brick.
“I wanna go to see the Salem Witch Trials” James muttered at the device. The “Deus Ex Machina whirred, and blue smoke poured out of its sides.
James was standing in an open field. It was nighttime, and the cool night air breezed past him. It felt refreshing. A strange sound from behind startled him, and he turned to see a sight that took his breath away.
The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was standing against a pole in the middle of the field. She was completely naked, and her hands had been tied to the pole above her head, stretching her perfect body, making her nearly immobile. Despite still being quite drunk, James got an instant erection, and began to approach the woman. She stared at him, petrified.
“What manner of sorcery is this?” she stammered. James got closer. “I beseech thee, please come no closer, for I am afraid!”
She was beautiful: olive colored skin, big brown eyes, and long, black hair that flowed past her perfect breasts, shapely hips, and ended at her finely sculpted ass. James approached and undid his belt. As his pants fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, the woman stared at his erect penis, and surmised what was to happen next.
“Please,” she begged, “please do not do this. If you would but cut me loose, I would be more than happy to pleasure you unfettered!” James put his finger to her lips and entered her. Standing there, pumping his cock into her over and over, James grunted into the woman’s ear, at which she began to scream.
“No screaming.” James stated, and began to tickle her sides and ribs. The woman didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but the tickling got the better of her, and she began to laugh uncontrollably.
“Ple-he-ha-ha-ha-sta-ha-ha-ha-hap!” she begged between gales of laughter.
“It looks like you’re having fun!” James sneered as he raped her. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you, bitch!” He tickled her armpits, sending her into hysterics. Her bucking and struggling trying to get away from his fingers made the sex that much better for him. James put his tongue deep into her mouth, and kissed her while she laughed hysterically down his throat. He reached down and began spidering his fingers on her hips. She pulled out of his kiss and threw her head back in ecstatic laughter. She was having an orgasm, and so was James.
“What’s this?” a female voice said behind James. He turned, and saw a flash of red hair and a flash of red light, and he was unconscious.
Part Three
James woke up slowly. He felt terrible. Flashes of memory came back instantly. What had he done? Had he raped someone? He seemed to remember it. He needed to turn himself in immediately. Straining to sit up, he noticed that he couldn’t. His arms had been tied to whatever it was that he was laying on, and his ankles had been tied so that his legs were spread apart. Looking around, he noticed that he was naked, and that he was not alone. Standing at the foot of the table he was laying on was the woman he’d defiled. She was still nude, but she clearly had vengeance on her mind. He pleaded with her.
“I am so sorry. Whatever you are going to do to me, I deserve. I was very drunk, but that did not give me that right to…” his voice trailed off. He tried to make words, but could not. Instead the woman spoke.
“No more talking from you, boy. Only one sound will you make, and no others.” She traced a fingernail along the sole of his foot.
“A-HA-HA-HA!” James sputtered. He tried to yell “STOP!” but all he could do was laugh. She continued to drag the terrible fingernail up and down his foot, making him laugh and laugh, for about two minutes. Finally she stopped, and James was allowed again to breathe.
“My name is not for you to know, but you shall know me as D.” James’ tormentor explained. “as you may have guessed, I have put a curse on you. You will never speak again, and the only sound you will make is the sound of laughter as we tickle you.”
“We??” James mouthed the word, making little more than a squeak.
“Yes,” another voice added. “We.” From James blind spots came two more women, also naked, and also beautiful. One was a blonde, she introduced herself as Ella. The other a Redhead, who introduced herself as Glory. James stared at these women, wondering what it was that he had gotten himself into.
Ella reached out and grabbed James’ cock. “Watch this sisters!” She stroked him off expertly, making him silently moan in ecstasy. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, naughty little man?” James nodded. “Tickle his feet.” Ella whispered. D and Glory began tickling his feet, as Ella took James’ cock into her mouth. Twenty fingers torturing his feet, and a pair of soft lips giving him an expert blowjob didn’t take long to make him cum, but before he came, Ella stated a single word, with his cock still in her mouth: “Nevermore.” James did not come, but he continued to laugh, and continued on laughing as Ella climbed on top of him and began riding his cock, and tickling his ribs. “Bad boy you are, baby.” Ella cooed as she fucked him. “Now we have you forever, and you will never reach orgasm again!” James eyes widened as they teared from laughing. “That’s right, my toy,” Ella continued. “This penis is ours now. Me and my sisters own it. And you? You are our tickle toy. We are going to tickle you and make love to you forever.”
D left his feet and walked around to stare James in the face. He was still laughing and crying and moaning. D began spidering her long nails on James’ armpits, as Ella’s equally long nails were dragged up and down his sides, and Glory’s ten nails danced all over the soles of his feet. This went on for over an hour, before Glory announced that it was her turn. D stayed where she was, but Ella and Glory switched places. Before the tickling resumed, Glory leaned over and kissed James, her tongue slowly exploring his mouth. Then, without warning, the tickling resumed! James began laughing all over again, as Glory rode him hard and violently. She was digging her nails into his ribs and screwing him so well, that he thought he’d pass out. After the best blowjob of his life, and an hour and a half of fantastic fucking, James should have came at least seven times already, but he had remained at the ecstasy of orgasm this whole time, with no release! The sex continued, as did the tickling. The women switched places every two hours or so, and for two full days, neither the sex nor the tickling stopped. James had gone quite mad, he could not speak to plead with these women, nor could he cum. It was the perfect torture for his crime.
Four months had gone by. James had been tickled and fucked without end for that entire time. Finally, and without warning. The tickling stopped. D was riding him, and did not stop. Ella and Glory stood up from tickling his feet and walked away, out of James’ line of sight. D continued to make love to him, and began kissing him passionately. He was still giggling, her movement on his cock tickled. She didn’t stop. She continued to kiss him, she continued to fuck him. This went on for a few moments, before D looked him in the eye and stated the word “over”. James let out a shout as he came hard into D. He felt his semen spurting from himself repeatedly, and he yelled and moaned, and began laughing again as D lightly tickled his sides.
“Please STOP!” he shouted, and jumped at his own voice. He was still coming, and the pleasure was more than his senses could take. He passed out several times for a few seconds at a time. D kissed him again. “We’ll see you soon.” she told him, and yelled “HOME.”
James sat up, he was in his bed in his dormitory. He looked around himself. He was home, his paper was still due. He sat on the end of his bed and cried.
“We’ll see you soon.” she had said. He knew they would.
This is primarily a FFF/M story, but there is a brief M/F scene.
Part One
“What if,” began Doctor David Lyde “we had the power to alter our present state, simply by tweaking our past?” A murmur crept through the auditorium as Dr. Lyde allowed this opening statement to sink in. “I have,” he continued “discovered an as yet unknown property of our Universe that may, someday, allow us to do just that.”
James sat up slightly in his seat in the back row of the auditorium. Lyde had for years been something of an idol to James. Dr. Lyde was brilliant, and James knew it, although he also knew Lyde to be somewhat of an idealist, always coming up with strange theories and experiments, most of which hypotheses were absolutely impossible to test, let alone prove. Today, Lyde was going to announce his recent findings on the feasibilities of time travel.
“Consider, if you will, a young man in art school.” Lyde clicked a button on his podium, and on the screen behind him, appeared a painting that few in the audience recognized. “Consider that art student failing out of art school, and moving on to other endeavors.” The button clicked again, and a cover of ‘Time’ Magazine appeared on the screen. “1939 man of the year: Adolph Hitler.” Lyde again allowed time for this message to sink in. James shifted uncomfortably. “Now imagine going back and altering young Hitler’s grades, allowing him to graduate! War averted! Millions spared!”
A hand shot up in the front row, James strained to see who had interrupted; a student he recognized from a physics lecture his Sophomore year, only a year ago, it felt like ages.
“Doctor Lyde,” the student began, without being given permission to speak, “do you really think that it would be wise to simply alter time and history like that? I mean, the state of the world today, and the power of the nations in control now are all due to the horrors of the Second World War; furthermore…”
“Thank you, son,” Lyde counter-interrupted, “but the floor is mine… and furthermore, you are wrong about that.” After several seconds of glowering, no doubt waiting for a rebuttal, Dr. Lyde continued. “Time is dynamic, not static, as was once believed, and, as was once believed to the contrary, one may move freely from one moment in time to any other, as can be easily demonstrated in this chart.” He clicked the button once more, and a candid photograph of a woman’s bare foot appeared on the screen. Dr. Lyde’s audience let out several different gasps, some in shock, some in amusement, some in arousal, and one in utter horror.
“You asshole!” one of the more attractive young women among the science geeks jumped up. “You’re the cocksucker who’s been photographing and grabbing my feet in the library!?” She ran out sobbing, and it was pretty well understood that the presentation was over.
Part Two
James was never one to try breaking and entering, but then, he had never been quite so desperate. He was going to fail US History. The final paper was due in a week, and his topic was the Salem Witch trials. It sounded so juvenile, “write a twenty page paper on the sociological effects of the Salem Witch Trials, and give specific examples”. James knew that the answers to time travel were in Dr. Lyde’s office; he would simply learn the secret, travel back in time, get all the information he needed, and come back and write the paper!
The fact that James was incredibly drunk helped this scheme along in his mind; in fact, it made perfect sense to him!
Finding his way into Dr. Lyde’s office was actually quite easy, as Lyde had been escorted off campus that afternoon, following his public display of a co-ed’s bare foot: photo’s he had taken of her feet illegally had later been found all over his office and in his computer’s hard drive. No arrest had been made, but he had been asked to remain at home. This made it quite simple for James to stumble in and find , hidden in a corner of Lyde’s supply closet, the device that Lyde had been working on for years. The time machine: The “Deus Ex Machina”. James picked up the device, it was no smaller than a cellular phone, but weighed as much as a large brick.
“I wanna go to see the Salem Witch Trials” James muttered at the device. The “Deus Ex Machina whirred, and blue smoke poured out of its sides.
James was standing in an open field. It was nighttime, and the cool night air breezed past him. It felt refreshing. A strange sound from behind startled him, and he turned to see a sight that took his breath away.
The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was standing against a pole in the middle of the field. She was completely naked, and her hands had been tied to the pole above her head, stretching her perfect body, making her nearly immobile. Despite still being quite drunk, James got an instant erection, and began to approach the woman. She stared at him, petrified.
“What manner of sorcery is this?” she stammered. James got closer. “I beseech thee, please come no closer, for I am afraid!”
She was beautiful: olive colored skin, big brown eyes, and long, black hair that flowed past her perfect breasts, shapely hips, and ended at her finely sculpted ass. James approached and undid his belt. As his pants fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, the woman stared at his erect penis, and surmised what was to happen next.
“Please,” she begged, “please do not do this. If you would but cut me loose, I would be more than happy to pleasure you unfettered!” James put his finger to her lips and entered her. Standing there, pumping his cock into her over and over, James grunted into the woman’s ear, at which she began to scream.
“No screaming.” James stated, and began to tickle her sides and ribs. The woman didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but the tickling got the better of her, and she began to laugh uncontrollably.
“Ple-he-ha-ha-ha-sta-ha-ha-ha-hap!” she begged between gales of laughter.
“It looks like you’re having fun!” James sneered as he raped her. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you, bitch!” He tickled her armpits, sending her into hysterics. Her bucking and struggling trying to get away from his fingers made the sex that much better for him. James put his tongue deep into her mouth, and kissed her while she laughed hysterically down his throat. He reached down and began spidering his fingers on her hips. She pulled out of his kiss and threw her head back in ecstatic laughter. She was having an orgasm, and so was James.
“What’s this?” a female voice said behind James. He turned, and saw a flash of red hair and a flash of red light, and he was unconscious.
Part Three
James woke up slowly. He felt terrible. Flashes of memory came back instantly. What had he done? Had he raped someone? He seemed to remember it. He needed to turn himself in immediately. Straining to sit up, he noticed that he couldn’t. His arms had been tied to whatever it was that he was laying on, and his ankles had been tied so that his legs were spread apart. Looking around, he noticed that he was naked, and that he was not alone. Standing at the foot of the table he was laying on was the woman he’d defiled. She was still nude, but she clearly had vengeance on her mind. He pleaded with her.
“I am so sorry. Whatever you are going to do to me, I deserve. I was very drunk, but that did not give me that right to…” his voice trailed off. He tried to make words, but could not. Instead the woman spoke.
“No more talking from you, boy. Only one sound will you make, and no others.” She traced a fingernail along the sole of his foot.
“A-HA-HA-HA!” James sputtered. He tried to yell “STOP!” but all he could do was laugh. She continued to drag the terrible fingernail up and down his foot, making him laugh and laugh, for about two minutes. Finally she stopped, and James was allowed again to breathe.
“My name is not for you to know, but you shall know me as D.” James’ tormentor explained. “as you may have guessed, I have put a curse on you. You will never speak again, and the only sound you will make is the sound of laughter as we tickle you.”
“We??” James mouthed the word, making little more than a squeak.
“Yes,” another voice added. “We.” From James blind spots came two more women, also naked, and also beautiful. One was a blonde, she introduced herself as Ella. The other a Redhead, who introduced herself as Glory. James stared at these women, wondering what it was that he had gotten himself into.
Ella reached out and grabbed James’ cock. “Watch this sisters!” She stroked him off expertly, making him silently moan in ecstasy. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, naughty little man?” James nodded. “Tickle his feet.” Ella whispered. D and Glory began tickling his feet, as Ella took James’ cock into her mouth. Twenty fingers torturing his feet, and a pair of soft lips giving him an expert blowjob didn’t take long to make him cum, but before he came, Ella stated a single word, with his cock still in her mouth: “Nevermore.” James did not come, but he continued to laugh, and continued on laughing as Ella climbed on top of him and began riding his cock, and tickling his ribs. “Bad boy you are, baby.” Ella cooed as she fucked him. “Now we have you forever, and you will never reach orgasm again!” James eyes widened as they teared from laughing. “That’s right, my toy,” Ella continued. “This penis is ours now. Me and my sisters own it. And you? You are our tickle toy. We are going to tickle you and make love to you forever.”
D left his feet and walked around to stare James in the face. He was still laughing and crying and moaning. D began spidering her long nails on James’ armpits, as Ella’s equally long nails were dragged up and down his sides, and Glory’s ten nails danced all over the soles of his feet. This went on for over an hour, before Glory announced that it was her turn. D stayed where she was, but Ella and Glory switched places. Before the tickling resumed, Glory leaned over and kissed James, her tongue slowly exploring his mouth. Then, without warning, the tickling resumed! James began laughing all over again, as Glory rode him hard and violently. She was digging her nails into his ribs and screwing him so well, that he thought he’d pass out. After the best blowjob of his life, and an hour and a half of fantastic fucking, James should have came at least seven times already, but he had remained at the ecstasy of orgasm this whole time, with no release! The sex continued, as did the tickling. The women switched places every two hours or so, and for two full days, neither the sex nor the tickling stopped. James had gone quite mad, he could not speak to plead with these women, nor could he cum. It was the perfect torture for his crime.
Four months had gone by. James had been tickled and fucked without end for that entire time. Finally, and without warning. The tickling stopped. D was riding him, and did not stop. Ella and Glory stood up from tickling his feet and walked away, out of James’ line of sight. D continued to make love to him, and began kissing him passionately. He was still giggling, her movement on his cock tickled. She didn’t stop. She continued to kiss him, she continued to fuck him. This went on for a few moments, before D looked him in the eye and stated the word “over”. James let out a shout as he came hard into D. He felt his semen spurting from himself repeatedly, and he yelled and moaned, and began laughing again as D lightly tickled his sides.
“Please STOP!” he shouted, and jumped at his own voice. He was still coming, and the pleasure was more than his senses could take. He passed out several times for a few seconds at a time. D kissed him again. “We’ll see you soon.” she told him, and yelled “HOME.”
James sat up, he was in his bed in his dormitory. He looked around himself. He was home, his paper was still due. He sat on the end of his bed and cried.
“We’ll see you soon.” she had said. He knew they would.
