Caught in Time
Copyright© 2025 by SpankLord40k
Chapter 9
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Big thanks to CaptainPig for helping me polish this story!
Elara stumbled out of Mr. Davies’s classroom, her legs weak, her body screaming in protest with every painful step. Her torn clothes hung off her, barely clinging to her ruined form. Her face was a horrifying tableau of smeared makeup, black mascara and eyeliner streaking down her cheeks, mingling with tears and Mr. Davies’s sticky, drying cum, which plastered her lips and chin. She was a living, breathing testament to her complete violation.
Brittany was waiting for her outside, leaning casually against the hallway lockers, a triumphant smirk on her face. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, immediately raked over Elara’s disheveled, cum-covered appearance. Without a word, she raised her phone. CLICK. The flash momentarily blinded Elara. Brittany gave a satisfied nod, quickly typing on her phone, and Elara heard the faint ping of a sent message. She didn’t care. She just wanted a shower. To scrub off the filth, the shame, the taste.
Brittany pushed off the lockers, walking towards Elara. “Impressive, Elara,” she purred, her voice laced with chilling approval. “Truly impressive. That grade is definitely an A. You performed beautifully. Your mother will be thrilled. And Mr. Davies ... well, let’s just say he’ll be eager for your next ‘study session.’”
Elara remained silent, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably.
“First, let’s get you cleaned up,” Brittany stated, a new, almost perverse, sense of care in her tone. “We’ve got gym class next, and then the showers. A fresh start for your next lesson.”
Together, they made their way to the gym. After the class, they headed straight for the girls’ showers. Elara had little to undress, just her torn, short denim skirt and her tight, low-cut halter top. The warm water felt incredible on Elara’s raw skin, washing away the layers of grime and shame, though not the emotional scarring. Brittany showered beside her, occasionally offering a strange, unsettlingly gentle touch to Elara’s back as if she were tending to a pet.
When they were both clean, and still dripping wet, they made their way to the changing benches. Brittany sat down, her legs slightly parted. Elara remained standing for a moment, then Brittany patted the floor in front of her. “Alright, Elara. Down on your knees. Your next lesson begins now.”
Elara knelt, her knees protesting slightly on the cool tiles. Brittany spread her legs wider, revealing her wet, glistening pussy. “You’re going to learn how to please a woman, Elara,” Brittany stated, her voice calm and instructional, yet laced with a sadistic undertone. “And to make sure you’re properly motivated, for every minute it takes you to make me cum, you’ll get one spank. Understood?”
Elara swallowed hard, nodding mutely.
“Good. Now, start licking. And don’t be shy.”
Elara hesitated, then leaned forward, her face still streaked with remnants of tears and Mr. Davies’s abuse. She tentatively brought her lips to Brittany’s wet pussy, her tongue feeling clumsy and unsure. She moved her tongue aimlessly at first, a hesitant, almost fearful touch.
Brittany groaned, but not in pleasure. “No, Elara, that’s pathetic,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “Don’t just dab. Use your tongue. Get in there. Find the clit. That’s the spot. Focus, Elara!”
Elara tried again, her tongue a bit bolder, still unsure. She licked higher, then lower. Brittany shifted impatiently. “Lower, Elara. A little to the left. Yes, there! Now suck, gently at first, then harder. Use the tip of your tongue. Swirl it. Faster! Feel that?”
Elara, driven by the fear of punishment and Brittany’s sharp commands, began to focus. She felt the subtle shift in Brittany’s breathing, the slight tensing of her muscles. She pressed harder, sucking and licking with a newfound desperate intensity, her tongue darting and circling as Brittany instructed. Minutes ticked by, marked by Brittany’s low moans and increasingly sharp gasps. Elara felt a strange sense of detachment, a mechanical focus on the task. Her own mouth was raw, but she pushed through the discomfort. Brittany’s hips began to rock against her face, a clear sign.
After what felt like an eternity, but was, in fact, fifteen minutes, Brittany let out a loud, shuddering cry, her body tensing and then relaxing. “Ah, yes! There it is, Elara! Finally!” She was breathless, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Fifteen minutes. That’s fifteen spanks, slut.”
Elara pulled back, panting, her face wet with Brittany’s cum and her own saliva. She looked up, exhausted but a flicker of grim satisfaction in her eyes.
Brittany smirked. “However, I’m a generous Mistress. I have an offer to alleviate your punishment. If you can make me cum again, in under eight minutes this time, it’ll only be half of those spanks. Seven spanks instead of fifteen. What do you say?”
Elara’s eyes widened. Seven spanks sounded far better than fifteen. She nodded eagerly. “Yes, Ma’am! I can do it!”
“Good. Clock starts ... now!”
Elara attacked Brittany’s pussy with more purpose this time, recalling the precise movements that had worked moments before. She was faster, more direct, driven by the desire to reduce her impending punishment. Her tongue worked tirelessly, sucking, licking, teasing, her head a blur of motion between Brittany’s legs. Brittany moaned almost immediately, her pleasure evident in her gasps and squirming hips. Elara felt her getting closer, faster than before. She pushed herself harder, faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
But as the minutes passed, Brittany’s pleasure remained just out of reach. Elara fought to maintain the intensity, her jaw aching, her tongue growing numb. The timer in her head was ticking. She heard Brittany’s groans, still heavy with pleasure, but not yet reaching the climax she craved.
Finally, after nine agonizing minutes, Brittany bucked and cried out, her body spasming. “Yes! Oh, Elara! Nine minutes!” Brittany gasped, her voice thick with satisfaction. She looked down at Elara. “Faster, yes. But still nine minutes. That’s nine spanks, plus the fifteen from before. Twenty-four spanks, Elara.”
Elara’s heart sank. She had failed again. Twenty-four spanks. The thought made her stomach churn.
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