The third and final instalment in the Raped in Time Series.

There was a cock in my mouth and a cock in my pussy. I thrashed, trying to break free from them, but my attempts were futile. My hands were tied above my head and the cocks were relentless. My orgasm surged through my body, strong enough to wake me from my slumber. I’d been masturbating in my sleep again, but no ... My arms were still tied above my head. There was still a cock in my mouth. There was still a cock in my pussy and it was ... vibrating.

My eyes shot open. I was in my own bed, hands zip-tied to the headboard, mouth gagged with what felt like a dildo, and there was a vibrator in my pussy. On the edge of the bed sat Jase.

“Oh, you’re awake?” He reached forward, pulled the vibrator out of me and turned it off.

How the fuck are you in my house! I tried to scream, but with my gag it came out as a series of senseless noises.

“I guess you’re wondering what I’m doing here, and how I know where you live?” He asked. I gave him a death glare, or as close as I could with a dildo stick in my mouth. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it around to show me. Displayed on the screen was a photo of the back of my driver’s licence, with my address. Bastard! He’d used the same trick on me as I’d used on Wayne! He must have taken the photo when I was asleep, which explained how my ID had fallen into the bottom of my boot.

Freeze

I needed a moment to think. My situation could be quite dangerous. I’d had my fun, down the alley with Wayne, and it had led to me getting gangbanged on Halloween. Then, I’d had my fun there too and ... well. Here I was. I needed to do something to break the cycle of escalating consequences, but what? Stop pretending to be raped, obviously. But right now I couldn’t do diddly squat, not with my hands tied up. So, the first thing I needed to concentrate on was getting my hands untied.

Unfreeze

“I have a little business proposition for you. If I ungag you, do you promise not to scream?”

I nodded.

“Good.” He pulled the dildo out of my mouth.

“Thanks,” I said. “Untie me and I’ll promise not to fight you?”

He hesitated. Damn, maybe I’d pushed it too fast, but I wasn’t going to back down now.

“My arms are sore. I’m interested in your business proposition. I mean, what with the economy and all, you know.” I gave him a smile and a little shrug.

“Fine, but no funny business!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t know kung fu.”

He laughed and cut the zip ties with a small pocketknife.

“Thanks.” I massaged my wrists.

“I’d like you to come to Sydney with me.” Huh. Sydney? My ex and his new girlfriend (yeah, the one he cheated on me with) had moved to Sydney not long after I’d moved to Brisbane. A wild part of my mind wondered if this had anything to do with them. “And let some men fuck you and pretend they are raping you, just like you did before.” Okay, not to do with my ex. But wild, all the same. These sounded like some sort of specific men. Had he found some source of men who’d pay to rape someone? I mean, it was an idea. I wasn’t that surprised there’d be a market for it, but it seemed dangerous for him. What if I turned around and said I had been raped? He’d be in deep water. And what was stopping me from doing that?

“What’s in it for me?”

“Ten grand.”

“Ten grand!” I had no poker face right now. Ten grand just to prostitute myself out? There had to be more to it. “What men. How many men?”

“I-I don’t know.” Jase’s confident demeanour faded for a moment. “There’s just this guy, he, uh, has this thing. I think he wants to watch. He’s in a wheelchair, you see. Well, he wants to watch a woman be raped and cum when she’s being raped. So you can see why I thought of you.”

“Uh, yeah.” So some guy, perhaps someone that couldn’t physically have sex, wanted to pay ten grand to watch a girl get raped? It was still an astonishing sum of money. Well, likely it was more than ten grand in total; Jase would want his cut. “What’s in it for you?”

“Uh, this guy can do something for me.”

“Yeah? What?” I gave him my best death glare. I needed to know more about what I was getting into. And yes, I had just decided I needed to stop pretending to be raped, but $10,000 was a shitload of money. One more time couldn’t hurt ... Right?

“He’s a doctor. Well, retired now. But he can do something for me. It’s personal.” Jase shifted, looking a bit uncomfortable. Oh. Could this be about his teeny-weanie? He didn’t know I knew, because I’d looked on frozen time, but his erect penis was smaller than my pinky finger. If Jase thought this doctor could fix that, then that might explain a fair bit.

“Fine, whatever. But I’d need more details. Like who these men are, how many? Like, five? Ten? A hundred?”

“A hundred! No! Like, one, two, five? I dunno. But only a handful.” Oh, great, only a handful. But. Ten grand...

“When? I started a new job a few months ago. I don’t know if I can get leave?” Ah, hell, was I actually considering this? Seriously? But it appeared I really was.

Over the next few days, Jase and I worked out the finer details of the plan. I’d made up a “sick mother” excuse at work. They were really good about it, actually. I did feel guilty, but, you know. It was a lot of cash. Jase would give me half the money before we left and half on completion. If I pulled out, he’d make me give the cash back or ransack my house to find it, and if he didn’t cough up the final payment, I’d tell the cops he’d trafficked me. It wasn’t quite a trusting relationship, but we had an agreement.

It was early November, and spring had fully settled in. The jacarandas lining my street were in full bloom, creating a breathtaking canopy of purple. I stood inside, looking out my window, waiting for Jase to arrive, trying not to think too much about what I’d agreed to do.

A car pulled up, and Jase got out. He came to my door and I let him inside.

“All ready?” He asked.

“Yup.” I nodded. He handed me an envelope and then went outside to wait in the car, as agreed.

Freeze

I opened the envelope and counted the cash. $5,000, just as agreed. Half now, half later. Now, where to hide it? I looked around, confident I could come up with a good spot. After all, I had all the time in the world.

I chose to split the cash up. If some random coincidently broke into my house while I was gone, they might find one cache and think they’d hit the jackpot, not knowing there were another four. If Jase sent someone to steal the cash, then splitting it up would make it harder for them to find.

I hid the first thousand in a tissue box, pushing it underneath the stack of tissues inside, leaving the top tissue poking out. No one would guess that! The second thousand I hid inside the couch cushion, unzipping the cover and pushing the bundle so it sat underneath the foam insert. I replaced the cushion, cash side down. The third thousand I slipped inside a box of food in the freezer. The fourth I did down the back of my desk drawer. Four down, one more thousand to go. Inside a book? No, too obvious. I walked through my house, stopping in the kitchen. Ah, the bin! I hid the last thousand in between the bin liner and the bin. There. Task done.

Unfreeze

I grabbed my suitcase and keys, left the house, and locked up. Jase helped me with my suitcase into the car — he behaved like such a gentleman, but he had conspired with the others to rape some random girl, so I tried not to be too impressed. Then, at 6:15 am, we started the drive. It would take us a good ten hours to get to Sydney.

The next day, Jase drove us to what looked like a warehouse in an industrial district. His body seemed to be humming with some kind of nervous energy. Well, so was mine. I had less idea of what to expect than he, and I was the one who was going to get raped.

We approached the door. There was a guy sitting casually outside on a smoko. Smoke in one hand, phone in the other. But as we approached, his eyes raised to us.

“Who’re you?” He asked.

“I’m Jason Stevens. I’m here to see Dr Le.” Jase sounded a little nervous, and the guy swept his eyes up and down us both.

“Wait ‘ere.” He stubbed out his smoke, stood up, and walked inside. We waited. Not too long after he returned.

“Boss will see you now.” He waved us through the door.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting of the warehouse inside. There were men in the distance who appeared to be working, but in a spare space near the door in a wheelchair sat a fat, middle-aged-looking Vietnamese man flanked by two younger, buff men.

“Dr Le,” Jase greeted him respectfully.

“Ah, young Jason. You’ve returned. And I see brought a friend this time?” Dr Le’s eyes flicked towards me.

“Yeah. I was hoping to have a chat about your offer,” Jase said.

“But you’re still short on the payment.” Dr Le’s eyes narrowed. “Unless you’re offering an alternative form of payment?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Eh,” Jase shrugged, “Would you like another form of payment?” He gave Dr Le a cheeky grin and flicked his eyes towards me.

“Hey? What do you mean?” I asked. We’d agreed that I’d pretend to be innocent of what was going down and what was to come.

“Boys?” Dr Le commanded the bodyguards on either side of him. They moved, stepping forward and grabbing me before I could react.

“What the fuck!” I screamed. “Jase! What the fuck!” I struggled as the guards dragged me through a door to a small room just off the main warehouse. The room was equipped with a bed — what had occurred in this room before me? Best not to think about that. This would be my last time pretending to be raped and then Jase would give me the remainder of the payment and I’d be done with it.

The men threw me on the bed as Dr Le wheeled in behind us, setting himself up just inside the door, Jase standing behind him.

“Remember, condoms boys. Have your fun, but leave no trace,” Dr Le reminded them.

One of the men held me to the bed, while the other started unzipping his fly. Time seemed to move quickly and in no time, I was faced with two rather large erect cocks.

One of the men held me down and pulled my knickers off, while the other put on a condom. I struggled and screamed, hopefully realistically so. The man with the condom climbed on top of me, the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy.

Freeze

Everything had moved so quickly, I hadn’t had a chance to get wet. This guy looked like he was about to thrust into me, and I’d rather a smidge of foreplay first. I wriggled out from underneath him. Earlier, I’d dropped my purse on the floor and I picked it up and rummaged through it. I emerged with a vibrator and got back on the bed and turned it on. I pushed it between my legs, running it gently over my labia, giving myself the stimulation needed to get wet enough to enjoy what was to come.

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

I sat up with a snap, eyes wide and scanning the room. How could anyone be speaking? Time was frozen! The men over me were frozen. Jase was frozen. Dr Le sat in his wheelchair, chest moving with each breath. I met his eyes, and he raised his eyebrows. I flinched back.

“So you can control time?” he asked.

“Not control time ... just freeze — sorry, but why aren’t you frozen?”

“Ah. This is the first time you’ve met one of our kind, I gather?”

“Our kind?” My mind was spiralling out of control. Normally I would freeze time to give me time to think ... but...

“Yes. Enhanced humans. Mutants. Superheroes. Call us what you will, but there’s a few of us. Our powers have been passed down since times of old. Our powers are all different. Using our powers on each other, though, doesn’t always have the expected result.”

“So, that’s why you’re not frozen? Every time I freeze time, you, and any others like us, are aware of it?”

“That’s why I’m not frozen now, but I haven’t been aware of other times you’ve frozen time. In this case, I would presume that when your freezing time doesn’t impact me, I’m frozen with the rest of the world. But now, because of our proximity, I haven’t frozen.” He shrugged. “It can be a bit hard to predict.”

“So, what’s your superpower?” I was reminded of the way I’d gotten the ability to freeze time. The old barista had asked me if I could have any superpower in the world, which would I choose.

“This.” Dr Le Stood up. I gasped. The old, overweight man was gone. A young, fit, and rather attractive man now stood in his place with Dr Le’s clothes hanging off his frame. “And this.” Dr Le nodded at the man who’d been about to impale me with his penis.

I looked at the man and saw the penis grow. And grow. And grow. It touched the bed, longer and thicker than my arm, comedically grotesque.

“Ah, a little too much?” Dr Le chuckled, and the penis shrunk back to its original size.

“You can change matter?”

“No, just humans.”

“Is it permanent?”

“It can be, if I want it. That’s why your friend Jase has come to me.”

“Ah, his micro penis. He wants you to make it normal size?”

“He’s told you?”

“No. He doesn’t know I know about his penis. I just put two and two together. I’m right though? You’re going to give him a larger dick?”

Dr Le nodded.

“And payment, watching a woman cum while she’s being raped? What’s that about?”

“Ah, well, speaking of that. I guess that’s what you’ve been doing? Freezing time, getting yourself all turned on so you’ll cum while pretending to be raped?”

“Um ... something like that ... yeah...” It was embarrassing to admit.

“Well, maybe I can help with that?” He approached the bed. My heart raced. I couldn’t freeze time to get away from him. He pulled me forward, so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, then dropped to his knees on the floor. He pushed his head between my legs and I felt his hot breath on my pussy and then his tongue teasing my labia.

I relaxed, leaning back and spreading my legs. His tongue flicked across my labia, slowly pushing them apart and dipping inside. I let out a soft moan as he found my clit, circling it with increasing pressure. I couldn’t get away from him but, right now, I didn’t want to get away from him.

He slid two fingers inside me as his mouth worked. I arched my back.

“Oh god...” I moaned.

My breath came faster as the tension built inside me. His elbows pushed against my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me hungrily. I could feel myself getting wetter, my arousal coating his lips and chin.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped.

He didn’t. He curled his fingers to hit just the right spot inside me as he sucked gently on my clit. The pleasure intensified until I was right on the edge. With a cry of ecstasy, I came hard, my body shuddering with release.

He didn’t let up, drawing out my orgasm until I gently pushed him away, oversensitive.

I fell back on the bed, spent. But he climbed on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knee. He was naked below the waist, I hadn’t even seen him remove his pants, and his cock was already hard and pointing towards my pussy.

I gasped as he entered me. I was still sensitive from my orgasm and my hot pussy stretched around his large member. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to the fullness. Had he used his powers to enlarge his cock? That was a bit of a moot point when I didn’t know how big his cock was, or what he really looked like. Was he the old fat man in the wheelchair? Or the young, fit man who was fucking me now? Or neither? If it even mattered, I had no way of knowing right now. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper.

Our bodies moved together. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingers. They felt so real. Were they real? He kissed along my neck, sending shivers through me.

I arched up to meet his thrusts, wanting more. He obliged, picking up the pace. The bed creaked beneath us as our movements grew more urgent.

“You feel so good,” he murmured in my ear.

I could only moan in response, lost in the sensations. Heat pooled in my core as the friction built. His fingers found my clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

My fingers tightened on his shoulders as I neared the brink once more. He was right there with me. I let out a loud moan as the second wave of pleasure washed over me, my core squeezing tightly around him as he also found release, pulsing inside of me with intense relief.

We lay back on the bed, gasping. That wasn’t rape. That wasn’t fucking. That was lovemaking.

“You didn’t resist me,” he said.

“Did you want me to?” What would have happened if I had resisted him? A shiver went down my spine.

“Not especially. You will need to resist those two, though.” He nodded to his bodyguards. So, he wanted to watch me be raped, but not necessarily rape me himself. “Here.” He passed me a box of tissues on the bedside table. “Clean yourself up a little. You don’t want to be squidgy when they rape you.”

I took the box and cleaned up a little, gasping at my own touch on my still-sensitive pussy. He picked his pants up off the floor and pulled them on, he didn’t even need to unzip them as they were still sized for his larger body. He sat back in his wheelchair and, before my eyes, the young, handsome man grew into the fat old man who’d greeted me.

“Ready when you are,” he said.

I positioned myself on the bed, under the bodyguard who’d been about to spear my dry pussy.

Unfreeze

The man above me thrust down. His cock slipped inside me easily as I struggled and cried out.

“Shut up, bitch.” He slapped my face. The shock of the slap froze me. “Little slut is already wet. You want this, huh?”

I shook my head.

“Well, too bad. Boss says you’re ours.”

By now, the other bodyguard had gotten his cock ready and condom on.

“Turn her onto her hands and knees, let’s spit roast her,” he said.

The first man pulled out of me. Hands grasped my body. They turned me over, pulling me near the corner of the bed so my arse poked off one side and my head poked off the foot of the bed. The first man thrust inside me again. Hard and deep. I groaned. The second man brushed my lips with his cock.

“Open up slut.”

I did. He thrust his cock in my mouth, grasped my hair with his hands and fucked my face hard. Their rhythms were unmatched, and I concentrated on trying to breathe through my nose and not gag as my body was tossed unevenly between them.

In this position, the cock in my pussy was touching just the right spot, his balls slapping against my still-sensitive clit. I was meant to cum, so I didn’t try to stop the building feeling. Soon it overpowered me and I moaned around the cock fucking my face.

“This cunt’s a fucking slut,” The man behind me said with a laugh.

“Yeah, desperate for some cock, aye?” The one in my mouth asked.

I couldn’t answer. It didn’t seem like they wanted one. Then the cock in my mouth twitched. He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and then he came and his cock softened. The one in my pussy wasn’t far behind.

Once they were done, they pushed me back onto the bed. I curled up, pretending I was in shock after my ordeal. I heard the door close and looked up. I was alone in the room.

Freeze

I slid off the bed and walked over to the door. I turned the knob, but it didn’t turn. Locked! Bastards had locked me in. Why? Hadn’t I done what was asked? There was no window to offer escape. Of course, I could freeze time and try to batter the door down, but what was the point? Unless they planned on leaving me in here long enough to starve me, which was doubtful, I could just wait until they opened the door and freeze time then. Of course, either way, Dr Le wouldn’t pause.

Unfreeze

So I waited.

In the meantime, I cleaned myself up the best I could, putting my knickers back on and collecting my things. I still had my purse, which had my phone. So I could call the police if needed. That they’d left me with my phone indicated that whatever their reasons for locking me in here, they didn’t mean real harm.

I sat on the bed and thought about everything Dr Le had said. We were a kind that had been around since times of old. How many of “us” were there? What other powers did “our kind” possess? How had Dr Le learnt of others like us? And why, oh why, had the barista chosen to pass his power onto me, a random stranger?

About 45 minutes later, the door opened and Dr Le entered.

“Why did you lock me in here?”

“I needed to give your friend a little ... operation.” Dr Le’s eyes twinkled.

“So you don’t want him to know how you do it?”

“No. That would be foolish. I put him to sleep, and when he wakes up, he thinks I’ve surgically enhanced it.” I wondered if Dr Le had left Jase with fresh scars or other signs of surgical enhancement. “I told him I wanted to keep you for a little bit. He seemed quite anxious for you to have this, and for your assurance you wouldn’t go to the cops?” He held out an envelope and I took it.

“Yeah. Thanks.” It would be the rest of the money, but I didn’t want to count it now. I put it in my purse.

“So he paid you to come here and pretend to be raped?”

“I guess...” Thinking about it, of course, the money had come from Jase. Dr Le had no reason to pay money and enlarge Jase’s penis just to watch someone cum while being raped. Speaking of which... “You never really answered me. Why did you want to watch someone cum while being raped as payment?”

“Ah, well ... Why don’t you sit down?” I sat on the bed and Dr Le closed the door. He stood up from his wheelchair, changing into the younger man who’d fucked me earlier.

“I’m a very old man,” he said, sitting beside me. “All my life I’ve wanted a child, to continue my legacy, to inherit my powers. But I’ve never succeeded. I’ve tried everything.”

“Sorry to hear that.” But what did that have to do with it?

“So I went to a fortune teller. A real one, one of our kind. She told me that I would be able to bear a child by one woman, and that I’d know her because she’d climax when she was raped—”

“Hang on! You think that because of that, that you’re going to make a baby with me? I don’t even know you!”

“I’ve been searching for the woman for years, promising anything in return for finding her. And here you are.”

“Just wait one moment. What makes you think I’m going to agree to this?”

“You might be pregnant now; I came inside you.”

“I’m on the pill!”

“I know you were.” His eyes glinted. Wait, what did he mean were. I was on the pill, but how did he know? Through use of his powers? But his powers couldn’t work on me, right?

“Okay, just saying, I’m not planning on babies any time soon, with anyone. I only started a new job a few months ago. I’m no way financially stable enough—”

“What?” He interrupted my approaching tirade, where I was prepared to list every reason I had for not wanting kids right now. “Money? You don’t need money? Not with your powers.”

“Huh? You think I should become some sort of prostitute? This was a onetime thing.”

“No. Well, you could, but that’s not what I mean. Freeze time and I’ll show you.”

Freeze

He stood up and walked out of the room, stripping his clothing as he went. I followed him, still feeling rather unsettled by the whole thing. In the warehouse, he opened a cupboard and took out some clothing that matched his smaller, younger self. He pulled them on.

We went outside and walked through the frozen world. Dr Le paused as we passed a man. He reached into the man’s back pocket and emerged with his wallet. He opened it up.

“Why does no one carry cash anymore?” he complained, showing me there was only one $20 note in there.

“You’re not going to steal it! Are you? What, is this what you mean? Use my powers to steal $20 here and there?”

“No, but think bigger scale.” He put the wallet back. “In here.” He nodded to the corner store. We went in. “Imagine if you waited until the girl behind the register was about to close the drawer of the till, you could grab what you wanted in frozen time. But more! Step into a bank! Your only problem would be trying to come up with a legitimate cover for your income. Or, what about this? Buy a lotto ticket. Wait until they are ready to draw. Wait until the first ball is about to come out of the little hatch. Freeze time, walk to where the drawing is and change that ball to your number. Walk away, restart time, then freeze and repeat. They draw your numbers! Now you are a millionaire, and you have an excuse! You won lotto!”

“Dr Le—”

“Call me Mikey!”

“Okay, Mikey. I don’t think any of that is a good idea.” I mean, it was tempting, but look what had happened so far? I’d used my powers for my own depraved sexual satisfaction and, every time, I’d caused some terrible chain reaction. “I don’t think we should use our powers for personal gain.” Mikey shook his head at this.

“My dear, that’s the only thing we can use them for.”

“It isn’t! What about you? Were you ever an actual doctor? Didn’t you think you could use your powers for good? To heal people—”

“Yes. Alas, I did. Come.” He left the store. I followed him outside and he sat down on a bench. “I did, in my youth. But these powers we have ... they don’t like being used for unselfish good. No matter how we may try, using them for that takes a toll on the user. My health suffers as punishment for my years of using my powers to heal others, without gain for myself. Or trying to, anyway. Sometimes when you think you’re using your power for good, the universe finds a way to twist things. Like, imagine you save the life of a small boy and he grows up to be Hitler.”

“Well, I think the powers do that even when you use it for evil or selfish reasons,” I said, thinking of my own experiences so far.

“Maybe so. But using the powers for selfish reasons will extend your life. It’s how I’ve managed to live so long despite my earlier use, doing selfish acts to make up for all the selfless ones. Of course, my actual powers can be used to help extend my life too.”

“So, these powers are a curse?”

“Depends on your point of view.”

“But you can only do evil with them?”

“Not so. They are best used for self-interest.”

“I have used them for my own self-interest, and it had some pretty bad side effects.”

“How so?”

“Well...” Feeling a little embarrassed, I told him about my prior use of the powers, how I’d tricked Wayne into thinking he was raping me. And then, having thought he had, had hatched a plan with his mates to gang-rape some innocent girl. Fortunately, I’d overheard their plans, so had been able to prevent it.

“Prevent it how?” Mikey asked.

I squirmed.

“What? You took her place and lived out your own gang-bang fantasy?”

“Well ... yeah...” The heat rose to my face. “But imagine if I’d not heard their plans!”

“So, you’re telling me that the very first time you sought Wayne out, he just happened to be planning one of your sexual fantasies, and this is just a coincidence? You think if you hadn’t been there, they’d still have made those plans?”

“Uh...” Well, yes, I had thought that. Obviously. But could Mikey be right? I’d used my powers to fulfil a sexual fantasy, and the consequence was I’d been rewarded with an even more extreme fantasy?

“Exactly.” He looked smug. “Let’s see how else you could use your powers. Come on!” He got up from the bench and headed off. Again, I followed.

We came to a more populated area of the city.

“She’s cute,” Mikey nodded towards a leggy blonde. He reached out and touched her breast. It moved beneath his hand. “Feels soft and real ... but ... different.”

“Yeah. You shouldn’t just feel people up like that.”

“Haven’t you?” Well, I had. Getting guys aroused to convince them to fuck me. I couldn’t really play the moral high ground with him. “When you lift her breast like that, it stays there,” I explained.

“Ah, that’s the different feeling.” He squished her breast up and then removed her hand. Her breast stayed there, squished up, without his hand to support it. “What would happen if you unfroze time?”

“Her breast would drop back down like normal and her brain would try to rationalise it.”

“Fascinating,” Mikey mused. He circled around the blonde woman, examining her frozen form from all angles. “And you can manipulate their positions too, I assume?”

I nodded.

Mikey’s eyes lit up with interest. “Show me.”

Hesitantly, I approached the woman. I eased her arm, bending it at the elbow so her hand rested on her hip. Her body offered no resistance, moving easily under my touch.

“Remarkable.” Mikey reached out to adjust her other arm, mirroring the pose I’d created. “And when time resumes, she’ll simply think she moved herself into this position?”