His hands were around my throat.

“Stop!” I begged. “Please stop!” But his cock pounded my pussy mercilessly and no matter how I struggled, I couldn’t escape. I felt my orgasm growing inside me before it pulsed through my body, strong enough to wake me from my slumber. I sat up, alone in my bed, gasping. My sheets were twisted around my legs and my fingers were slick with my juices; I’d been masturbating in my sleep. Again. But the fantasy I’d been masturbating to wasn’t just a fantasy.

My life had undergone a dramatic upheaval in the last month. I’d moved to a different state - which had been prompted by the ending of a ten-year relationship with a cheating bastard. Then I’d inherited (from a random stranger at a coffee shop) the ability to freeze time, which came with a convenient little ‘how to’ booklet. All I had to do was think freeze, and the world around me paused until I thought unfreeze. I had some ability to interact with the world around me during frozen time and after some experimenting, I’d used my new ability to get ahead at my new job. And, naturally, to help me try to get laid.

How? Well, you know. Freeze time, turn a guy’s eyes to look at me, give his cock a little rub, restart time, and hey presto! He thought he’d looked at me and gotten turned on. Freeze time, move us alone together, restart time and maybe he’d think he took me somewhere private to ... you know. But the problem was, the only person I’d found willing to fuck a complete stranger was a complete and utter little shitcunt who thought “private time alone together” meant that he was violently raping me. So ... I’d let him “rape” me. Seriously, you couldn’t make this shit up.

But it had happened. And now, far from being left traumatised by the event, I was left with a sick desire which turned me on whenever I thought about it. I pulled my phone out and flicked to the gallery. Before I’d left the site of the “rape” I’d taken a photo of his ID. You know, in case I needed it for revenge, or whatever. I had his name and his address, which was on the other side of town from where I lived. There it was. Wayne Eugene Dingle. Yes, really! The name sure had given me a snigger when I first noticed it.

I wondered about him. Was I the only person he’d ever raped? There was no knowing. Maybe I’d been the latest in a long line of victims. But maybe I had been the only, his natural tendencies encouraged by my use of my powers. Afterwards, there’d been a flash of panic in his eyes when he’d worried that I might tell or go to the cops. If he’d raped before, surely that would have occurred to him before? A thought abruptly entered my head. What if I wasn’t the latest or the only? What if I was simply the first? What if by me letting him get away with it, I encouraged him to offend again?

My blood ran cold. At the time, I’d only been thinking about myself and my own depraved sexual desires and I hadn’t thought about the consequences of my actions. I looked at the photo of his ID again. I was going to have to do something about this. I checked the time. 4am, so late it was early, and not worth going back to bed. It was a Tuesday, which meant I had work today. It was earlier than I’d usually get up for work, so I hopped in the shower and started getting ready at a leisurely pace.

I got to work at 7:15am. I wasn’t the first to arrive; there were already people in, checking their emails or grabbing a coffee. In Brisbane, people generally preferred to start work early to get it over and done with for the day. I wasn’t usually here this early, but finishing earlier than usual would mean that I had a little more time this afternoon to deal with Wayne Eugene Dingle. Provided I figured out what to do by then. Of course, I had more than enough time to think about it. More than the eight hours at work because I could just freeze time if I needed to.

I headed into the lunchroom. Stepping inside, I came eye-to-eye with a paper spider with big googly eyes hanging down from the air-con vent. I looked around. Nate and Travis, who were in my department but not my immediate team, were busy making it look like the Reject Shop had vomited up a bargain bin of Halloween tat. Oh, yeah! I’d forgotten it was Halloween today. There were a few stringy fake cobwebs stretched over the corners of the ceiling, and more spiders hung from the roof, gently swinging in the breeze from the air-con. Along one side of the room, Nate was blue-tacking a bunch of paper bats on the wall. There didn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to their placement, but he didn’t look fussed about it. Travis was sticky-taping orange crepe-paper streamers around the windows. On the table, they’d set up a lopsided collection of plastic pumpkins and cheap skulls that looked more comical than creepy. There were a few bowls of Halloween-themed lollies in brightly coloured wrappers. The whole thing was pretty tacky, but it was hard not to appreciate the effort.

“Great job, guys!” I commented as I made myself a coffee.

“Trav’s idea!” Nate said. “I’m just helping him see his vision!”

“Stopped by Big W on the way home and saw a bunch of Halloween stuff in the clearance bin and thought, why not?” Travis stepped back, as if to admire his work. “Pinterest worthy?” He joked.

“Well, not quite, but it sure brings in a bit of Halloween spirit.” I took a sip of my coffee.

“Yeah, if you squint,” Nate joked. We all laughed, and I headed to my computer to start my day.

The day passed. Because I took full advantage of the opportunity to work while time was frozen (though only some, not all technology worked in frozen time), I excelled at my job. In the afternoon, talk amongst my team turned to our plans for Halloween.

“The local shopping centre is doing some Halloween thing for kids,” Jason said. “Basically, they have stations set up around the shops where kids can trick-or-treat and get lollies and stuff. It’s free, so we’re taking them to that.”

“Why’s it on a Tuesday?” Tara asked. “Wouldn’t it be better to do it on the weekend?”

“Cos today is Halloween?” Chie pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but I’m going to a Halloween party which is on the weekend. They should just make it on the weekend so it’s not a school night or something.”

“That would be good. Like how Easter moves around.” I said.

“Exactly!” Tara nodded.

“I think the shopping centre is a good idea though. At least the kids aren’t bothering the neighbours,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s what we thought too. Is Halloween much of a thing in Melbourne?” Jason asked me.

“More than it used to be. Last year we had five different groups of kids come trick-or-treating and of course, I’d forgotten about it so was digging through my pantry trying to find something.”

“Maybe I should pick up a bag of lollies on the way home, then?” Tara said.

“Hey, if no one turns up, bring them to work tomorrow?” Chie asked.

“No way, I’ll eat them allll!” Tara joked, and we all laughed. Tara was not to be trusted around sweets. The chance of the lollies surviving her trip home was slim, let alone surviving the night to come back to work tomorrow.

3:15 came, and it was time for me to log off. I still hadn’t decided what to do about Wayne Eugene Dingle. I looked up his address on the journey planner website. There was a bus which took me close to his house. A 45-minute trip. Well, it was a start. I said goodbye to my team and headed to the bus stop.

58 minutes later (because buses suck at being on time) I stepped off the bus. I waited until the bus rounded the corner.

Freeze

The world around me stilled and took on the eerie silence it did when it was frozen. I pulled up Google Maps. Bugger. I’d moved away from the page and now needed to re-enter the address.

Unfreeze

I re-entered the address and selected directions from my current location. Google showed me a five-minute walk. I made sure I had the whole walk in my screen view.

Freeze

I followed the route. Soon enough, I was at the house. The front door was locked, so I circled the house and found the back door open. I went in and had a bit of a poke around. In the lounge, I found five guys sitting around, one of whom was Wayne Eugene Dingle himself. It looked like they might be talking. If I could find a hiding spot, I could hide, unfreeze time, and listen in. It might help me know more about the guy, which might help me work out what to do next. I looked around. There really wasn’t a good hiding place. Though, thinking about it, the hiding place didn’t need to be that good. I could literally just stand in the next room and freeze time if I heard one of them move. The house was open plan. I chose the nearest room with a door, which happened to be the downstairs toilet. I went in, closed the door, leaving just a crack to peer through, and took a deep breath.

Unfreeze

The scene sprung to life.

“—An’t believe you’re still on about it,” One of them said.

“Ah Rhys, you’re forgetting. It was a life-changing experience! Almost spiritual!” the guy sitting next to Wayne joked.

“Come off it!” Wayne gave the guy next to him a little shove. “It was the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

“Says more about the sort of girl who’d agree to fuck you, doesn’t it?” The guy I now knew was called Rhys teased. “If the one who said no was the best?” My stomach churned. Could it be they were talking about me? I kept listening. Wayne, it seemed, was with his best mates. Apparently, he’d bragged about what he’d done and was still bragging about it now. His mates, Rhys, Shane, Cam and Jase, didn’t seem to be concerned with his behaviour. Well, not on moral grounds, though there were a few comments that he was lucky he didn’t get caught.

“You guys are just jealous,” Wayne said.

“Yeah, we are. Should have brought her home and given us all a ride!” Shane made what appeared to be a vulgar gesture and the guys all laughed.

“Well, that’s a thought,” Cam said. “What do you say, lads? Make some lucky girl’s Halloween a night to remember?” Shane may have been joking, but it didn’t sound like Cam was.

“Oh, to be able to get away with it!” Rhys said with a sigh.

“We could!” Cam insisted. “I’ve got an idea!” I listened as Cam laid out his idea and the guys helped him refine it. The local AFL club was running a Halloween event tonight. They’d marked a starting point and participants had to make their way from there to the club. You could choose your route, and just needed to clock your starting time by taking a selfie at the starting point and again at the finish. The person to complete the course in the shortest time won a prize. Along the way, there was a range of scary obstacles, like decorations and people dressed up as jump scares. If they made you scream, they “captured” you and you had to sit out for five minutes, which decreased the likelihood of winning. It sounded like a terrible idea for an event. Cam’s plan was to find a point on the route to hide, grab a girl walking alone, bring her back to the house and gangbang her.

“I think this could work,” Rhys said.

“Are we talking about this seriously?” Shane asked.

“Well? Anyone got any objections? If so, speak now.” Cam said.

“I’d need to know more details,” Jase said. “Be sure we could get away with it.”

“Ok, we can talk details,” Cam agreed.

“Also,” Jase added, “We’d have to all agree, this is it. One-time thing. For all of us. If one of us goes and does something similar in the future, and got caught, it could bring past events into question. Agreed?”

They all agreed. Together, they talked through the details. Talked about the best place on the route to hide, how to avoid capture and so on.

Holy fucking shit. They were seriously going ahead with this! Some innocent girl was going to get gang-raped, and it was all my fault. Of course, I could go to the police and hope they could stop it from happening. That’s what I should do. That’s what any normal, any remotely sane person would do. But ... I’d always been curious about what it would be like to have a threesome. Two guys at once. I’d never done it, of course. Never had the opportunity, never dared. What would five guys at once be like? I’d never do that, of course. But what if ... what if I had no choice?

No. Don’t you get any ideas, I told myself. But, of course, I got an idea. So while I listened to the boys finalising their plans, instead of recording the plans to take to the police, I began planning something myself.

One of the benefits of planning your own gang rape is, well, just that. You get some involvement in the planning, which means you get some input. In their planning, I’d heard Shane and Rhys were going to buy some supplies for the night’s events, so I followed them as they walked to the local shops, keeping out of sight. It wasn’t hard. I found a rhythm of hide, unfreeze, wait, freeze, catch-up, hide, unfreeze ... and so forth. On the way, we passed the familiar yellow sign of a sex shop. It looked like the boys were planning on walking straight past, but I had other ideas.

Freeze

The world around me stilled to the eerie quiet of frozen time. When I’d inherited the ability to freeze time, I’d been given a little “how to” booklet. The language wasn’t English, or any other language I recognised, but I could read it. I recalled one of the interesting snippets it contained:

The Human mind will attempt to make sense of the world around it, which includes changes made while time is frozen. Very large changes may be unable to be accounted for, so be cautious. Here was written in another hand If, while time is frozen, you move a man poised halfway to sit in a chair, when you unfreeze time he will either sit down in the belief he moved to the chair to sit, or stand up in the belief he was just sitting. If, however, you move him many miles, he will usually be unable to reconcile this movement and become alarmed or confused.

I’d made much use of this ability when trying to get laid. It seemed that while I could anticipate how a person might connect the dots, I could never be sure of how they would connect the dots. Still, hopefully, I could encourage Shane and Rhys to purchase some things I might enjoy tonight. I opened the door of the sex shop, and it swung out easily and stayed frozen in a semi-open position. I took Rhys and moved his body, light in frozen time, so that he was standing holding the door as if he might be about to walk through. Shane, I pointed towards the door, like he was going to follow Rhys in. I moved further back down the street in a position where I could still see them.

Unfreeze

Bingo! Rhys walked into the shop, and Shane followed him in, the door swinging shut behind them.

Freeze

I walked back to the shop and entered, remembering to close the door behind me, as otherwise it wouldn’t swing closed until I unfroze time. I took a look around the shop.

My own exploits into sex toys hadn’t been that broad. A clit vibrator and a dildo were as exciting as I’d ever gotten. Now I could try anything. My eyes scanned past butt plugs, anal beads, cock rings ... some of this stuff I wasn’t even fully sure of what they did. My eyes caught sight of some large, transparent cock-shaped toys. I paused. Penis extenders. Something stirred within me as an image flashed through my mind of me being bent over while my pussy was pounded from behind by not just a cock, but a huge cock.

The extenders were like a sleeve that fitted over the cock, adding both girth and length. I picked up Rhys, almost weightless in frozen time, and placed him in front of the penis extenders, then put one in his hand and directed his eyes to it. I stepped back. Yeah, it looked like he’d just taken it down and was inspecting it. Shane, I positioned just behind, looking at the package in Rhys’ hands. There, done. Now, should I stay and see what happened? I was tempted, but it was a small shop and I didn’t want them to recognise me tonight as the girl they saw in the sex shop. Better to go.

I turned to leave the shop, but the costume section in the corner gave me a pause. I’d need a costume for tonight so I had a look through what they had. Slutty maid. Slutty policewoman. Slutty farmer. Meh. What was that? I picked up a white leather mask. It covered the whole top part of the head, with holes cut out for the mouth and a notch for the nose. It laced on over the back of the head and had two small ears, like cat’s ears, poking up on the top. It could make a great start of a costume, and it would also hide my identity, as it looked like it would be a bit of a bother to take off. It might be better if Wayne didn’t realise he was “raping” the same girl twice. I put it back on the hanger and left the shop, remembering to close the door behind me. I went up the road a bit.

Unfreeze

I waited until I saw Wayne and Rhys leave the shop, bags in hand. Resisting the temptation to freeze time and peek at what awaited me tonight, I waited for them to walk a little way from the shop before heading in and buying the mask. Yeah, I could have stolen it in frozen time, but a girl gotta have some morals, right?

Now to finish my costume and finalise my plans for the evening. Good thing I had all the time in the world!

Freeze

That evening I took the DETOUR sign I’d made and put it at the beginning of the street that the boys had planned their ambush at. The sign explained that this street was closed and not to take this route to the AFL Club. The street the boys had chosen wasn’t likely to be the most popular street, so hopefully not too many people tried to ignore the sign. I then froze time and made my way to where the guys had agreed to hide. They weren’t there yet. I found a hiding spot a little further away and unfroze time.

After a bit, I saw Cam and Wayne pull up in their car, hiding it behind some trees just off of the road. They then made their way to their planned hiding spot, dressed in dark clothes and wearing V for Vendetta masks. Lame costumes. I was dressed as a slutty white kitten. My very short skirt was made out of a bed sheet torn into strips and sewn to a waistband. It fluttered and separated when I walked, showing off my white g-string. The top was just a white camisole. I also wore the white leather BDSM mask with inbuilt cat ears I’d picked up at the sex shop. The mask laced around my whole head and was hard to remove, so hopefully they’d leave it on. Finally, I’d made fur-covered boots. Just under knee high, they concealed a little pocket inside them which held a few necessities.

Freeze

I walked back to the detour sign I’d made. If anyone tried to walk this way, I would tell them to take another path.

Unfreeze

Now I needed to wait. I didn’t want to go right away, in case the boys expected a steady stream of women from whom they could take their pick. But I didn’t want to wait too long, in case they gave up or, worse, tried a different spot. I waited in five-minute intervals, freezing time and checking they were still there before heading back and unfreezing time again. I gave it half an hour in all. Then, my heart lurching in my chest, I walked down the street.

I knew where they were, but they did genuinely give me a fright when they jumped out. It wasn’t hard to scream.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed. “Crap! I gotta wait five minutes now, right?” The guys responded by tying a blindfold around my eyes and zip-tying my hands behind my back. “Wow, really?” I said, pretending to think this was all part of the game. One of them snatched my phone out of my hand. I knew from their plans they were going to throw it in some nearby bushes, so their house couldn’t be found by any location tracking. “What the fuck? Hey, guys? Isn’t this going a bit too far?” There was the noise of tape being peeled before they gagged me with a piece of duct tape.

“Oh my little pussy, just you wait!” Wayne said. I struggled as the boys manhandled me into the boot of their car. With me safely stowed away, they started up the car. Not too long later, the jiggling of the car stopped and then the motor turned off. We were there. I struggled dutifully as they took me out of the car and into the house. My stomach was churning with such a mix of emotions I felt almost like I wasn’t quite there. Like it was a dream or something. The gag meant I couldn’t breathe through my mouth, which normally would have been fine, but what if I cried and my nose got stuffy? Would I suffocate? My hands being tied behind my back were an issue too, it limited what I could do, even if I froze time. What if...

Pull yourself together, I thought to myself. Of course, I’d be fine. If I wanted to stop at any moment, I just had to freeze time. Worst-case scenario, I could wander to where there were people, unfreeze time and ask for help. In the meantime, I just had to pretend I didn’t want this.

“You all right, little pussy cat?” Wayne’s voice in my ear mocked. I tried to look terrified as I stood there.

“MMMMHHH!” I said through the gag.

“Oh, wanna say something?” Wayne asked.

“Leave the gag on,” Shane said. “Don’t want her screaming the house down.”

“MMW MMW!” I shook my head.

“Oh, she wants it off!” Wayne said.

“Well, it would be nice to take it off,” Jase spoke up. “You know, in case anyone wants to use her mouth.” There was some general laughter. Fucking bastards. But the vision of being on my knees, forced to take a stranger’s cock, stirred something deep inside of me.

“Ok pussy,” Wayne said, “I’ll agree to take the gag off if you promise not to scream. One scream, and the gag’s going straight back on and you’ll regret it. Deal?”

“Mmmmm,” I nodded. The tape was ripped off my mouth. For a split second, the pain shot through me, and I thought the skin on my lips had been torn off. I quickly licked my lips, expecting to taste blood, but found they seemed fine. The burning sensation lingered briefly before fading, leaving my lips tingling and sore. Still, it was much better to have the gag removed. Now to see if I could get my hands released. Tied behind my back was great for the fantasy, but if things did go too far, it would make things more difficult for me, even with the ability to freeze time.