Caught in Time
Copyright© 2025 by SpankLord40k
Chapter 11
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Elara must endure a brutal, endless cycle of humiliation, trapped in a nightmare orchestrated by the people around her. Their cruelty, fueled by a mysterious curse that binds them all. But a subtle change suggests that this cycle may finally be broken. This story weaves together multiple universes, parallel realities, magic, and harrowing themes such as sexual violence and brutal punishment. This is my first ever story, so bear with me and enjoy. Note that this story builds up slow.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers NonConsensual Rape Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Horror School Science Fiction Paranormal Magic Incest Mother BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Water Sports Body Modification Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Revenge AI Generated
When Elara’s face was once again a carefully crafted mask, Brittany handed her back her clothes. “Don’t keep your hopes up. We’re not done yet. Your next target ... a cosplayer. I saw her earlier, wandering near the art rooms. She’s easier. More ... pliable. And this time you will succeed, otherwise your punishment will be public, like I promised. I’ll guide you, but I’ll also expect you to think. I won’t tell you everything. You need to show me you’re learning to be a proper slut, on your own.”
Elara, her body aching, her spirit crushed, stumbled towards the art wing. Her mind was a dull throb of pain and fear, punctuated by Brittany’s voice in her ear. She found the cosplayer, Anya, in a quiet hallway near the art classrooms, meticulously adjusting the elaborate folds of her costume. Anya was dressed as a fantastical forest spirit, all flowing green fabrics and delicate leaf-like adornments. She looked sweet, innocent, and completely engrossed in her fantasy world.
“Alright, Elara. Initiate contact. Compliment her costume. Get her talking,” Brittany’s voice whispered in her ear.
Elara took a shaky breath, her bruised ribs protesting. She forced herself to approach, mimicking the seductive sway Brittany had taught her. “Like, hey there, sweetie,” Elara drawled, her voice a little more confident this time, the valley girl accent a practiced shield. “Super cool outfit. You, like, totally look amazing. What character is that?”
Anya looked up, startled, then a shy smile blossomed on her face. “Oh! Um, thank you! It’s Lizy from the Whispering Woods saga. She’s a forest spirit, very pure and kind.”
“Good. Now, tell her she’s beautiful. Add a little insinuation,” Brittany prompted.
“Like, wow. You totally rock it,” Elara continued, trying to sound genuinely impressed. “You must be, like, super good at cosplay. You’re, like, so pretty too.” Elara reached out, her long, fake nails brushing Anya’s arm, a clumsy attempt at intimacy.
Anya blushed, genuinely flattered. “Oh! Well, I ... I try. It takes a lot of work. But thank you! You’re ... you’re very pretty too. Your makeup is ... very striking.”
“Now, tell her you want to have fun. Make it clear what kind of fun,” Brittany’s voice instructed.
Elara seized the opening. “Like, thanks! It’s for ... fun. And, like, I was thinking, we could totally have some fun. Like, right now. You know. Super fun.” She tried to convey something suggestive with her eyes, a silent plea for Anya to understand.
Anya blinked, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “Fun? What kind of fun?”
Brittany’s voice was suddenly silent in her ear.
Panic flared in Elara’s chest. She had to think. What would Brittany want her to say? What would make this naive girl agree? She remembered Brittany’s earlier words, the forced submission. “Like, the kind where ... like, where I exist to serve,” Elara stammered, then forced a more confident, seductive tone, remembering the feel of Brittany’s slickness on her lips, the desperate need to please. “I’m a dirty little slut, Ma’am. And I deserve to be used. So, like, let’s go use me. In a super private place.”
Anya’s eyes widened further, a blush spreading across her neck. Her mouth opened slightly in a gasp. The raw, blunt vulgarity, combined with Elara’s desperate sincerity, seemed to confuse and intrigue her. “Oh! Um ... a private place?”
Elara nodded, her long nails clenching slightly. “Yeah! Like, the bathroom. Nobody goes into the last stall.” She hoped her desperation wasn’t too obvious.
Anya hesitated for a moment, then, driven by curiosity and a strange, naive fascination with Elara’s bizarre demeanor, she nodded slowly. “Okay ... okay, let’s go.”
Elara felt a jolt of relief, mixed with dread. Success. Bumpy, but success. She led Anya to the girls’ bathroom, heading directly for the furthest stall. The moment they were inside, Elara locked the door, the click echoing loudly.
“So, like, what now?” Anya whispered, her eyes wide, a mix of apprehension and excitement.
“Kiss her. Make it sloppy. Prove you’re a good slut,” Brittany’s voice commanded. She was surprised to hear her voice again. The fact that she was still there listening to her somehow made her feel wet.
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