Raped in Time

7:27 a.m. I wasn’t due at the office until eight, but first day in a new job, new city? You bet I arrived early. Locating a building on Google Maps was nothing like actually being there and staring it down. Thirty-three minutes was, however, a tad too early to walk through the front door, even on the first day. So I turned away from the hideous building I’d soon be calling “work” to suss out a good place to grab a coffee, already missing my local coffee shop back home.

Home. This was home now. Fresh start. New job, new city, old life in the rear-view. Ten years with the guy I’d dated since teens, my one and only, ended when he cheated. I’d skipped the wild dating phase most people had in their young twenties because I’d given that bastard my youth. Maybe here I’d catch up. Late twenties, still looked decent (in my opinion, anyway). Though friends warned the nightlife was virtually non-existent. “Good luck finding a place that serves dinner after six,” one of my friends had said. But we’d see.

As I walked, I found the usual big coffee chains, but after a bit of wandering around, I found a small “hole in the wall” place. The entire shop couldn’t have been more than two metres square. It was just big enough for the barista to stand behind the counter.

“Good morning,” I greeted him. He was an older chap, thin with curling grey hair pulled into a ponytail. Probably should have been retired by now, but who could afford that, what with the economy being what it was? “A small skinny latte with an extra shot, please.”

“Wow, was that a full sentence and everything before caffeine?” he asked with a bit of a chuckle as he grabbed a paper cup from the stack on the counter.

“Bet not many people manage that,” I joked.

“Deserve a medal,” he said, “but, nah, not many do these days. Folks spent two years locked away and forgot how to interact with people.”

“Dunno, this is my first day back at the office, and I still remember how to say good morning.”

“Ah, boss finally forced you back into the office then, hey?”

“Nah, new job.”

“Ah, yeah, gotta at least turn up on the first day.” He poured some milk into a jug and began frothing it.

“Yeah. And while I may not have forgotten how to talk to people, I did forget how annoying these are.” I gestured to my corporate high-heeled shoes. The man chuckled.

“Well, I can’t comment on that,” he said. Then he gave me a cheeky little glance. “Or maybe I could!” I laughed.

“In truth, if I could teleport, I wouldn’t mind going into the office every day,” I said. I liked people, I liked the hum of a busy office, but spending two hours a day on a packed train just sucked.

“Would that be your superhero power?” the barista asked as he handed me my coffee. “If you could choose only one.”

“Now that’s a big question before coffee and all.” I thought about it. Just one power. Teleportation would be cool. So would flying. X-ray vision could be handy, and not just to see people naked, but you could use it to pick the winning scratchie. Knowledge of the future would be useful too, really useful… Could have saved me the past ten years. But only one power… “Control over time,” I answered. That achieved teleportation (freeze time and walk there) and knowledge of the future. Could rewind mistakes. So much could be achieved with control over time. Not the joy of flying, but you couldn’t have everything you wanted.

“Good choice,” the barista answered. Something… That was weird. Suddenly my nipples were hard, and I was feeling wet… down there. It was like I suddenly felt the after-effects of being aroused without being aroused… Maybe a combination of nerves and the need for coffee? Old mate barista had certainly not done anything to cause such arousal. “Oh, here.” He reached beneath the counter and handed me a small booklet not much bigger than a business card.

“Thanks,” I said. “Have a great day!” I turned around and walked back to the office, drinking what was a pretty awesome coffee, putting my weird feeling out of mind. It always pays to skip the big chains and go for the small guys. A few shops down the street, I paused to put the small booklet in my purse. I glanced at it, expecting it to be some sort of loyalty card or “where our coffee comes from” story. It wasn’t. The front read How to Freeze Time. I rolled my eyes. He probably asked everyone the superhero power and gave out a booklet closest to their power, probably some advertising thing. Enjoy a good cup of coffee, feels like time’s stopped still. I looked around for a rubbish bin, but there wasn’t one right here. But something else was off with the street. I couldn’t see the little coffee shop, and I should have been able to; it was only a few shops back. I was tempted to go and look, so I glanced at my watch. Shit! It was 7:53. I didn’t want to be too early, but I still wanted to be a little bit early. I hurried back to the office.

I had one more road to cross to get to the office, and the crossing light was green as I approached. I ran, the best I could in my heels to the crossing. It was one of those where the numbers counted down and you weren’t meant to start crossing once it hit 1. 10…9…8…7… I wasn’t going to make it. But I sped up anyway. 6…5…4…3…2… stop traffic lights! Stop! My head begged. Just freeze! 2…2…2… Somehow the light stayed on two just long enough for me to sprint onto the road. But something felt off. It was like the world around me was frozen in place and I was the only one moving. I blinked, and the world was normal. Just my imagination. I made it across the road just in time and arrived at my new work at 7:55am.

My first day was fine, as first days go. In the afternoon, there was a farewell party for someone going on maternity leave. Never one to say no to free cake, I went along. I was flirting a little with one of the cute guys there when I turned around and accidentally knocked a jug of raspberry soft drink off the table with my elbow. Instinctively, I reached out to grab it, knowing I had not a chance. It was one of those moments when you just wished time would stand still.

And it did.

Everything froze. The people, still. The hum of conversation, silent. Even the soft drink froze in mid-air, half spilt out of the jug. Everything but me. Holy shit. This morning I wished for control over time, and here I was, freezing time. I reached out and touched the jug and found I could move it. I scooped all the suspended soft drink back into the jug and found it settled back in there like it hadn’t spilt in the first place. That didn’t make sense, but then, neither did freezing time. Now I just needed time to… unfreeze?

Time started again. Right where it left off.

“Woah!” the cute guy I’d been talking to exclaimed. “Nice catch!”

“I know, right!” I put the jug back on the table. “I thought I was going to wear that!”

As soon as I could, I excused myself to the toilets, grabbing my handbag on the way. I didn’t need to pee, but the toilets were the only place I knew of so far where I knew I would find privacy. As soon as I was in the cubical, I sat down and rifled through my bag, soon emerging with the little booklet. How to freeze time. The writing, I noted, was not in any script I recognised. But I could read it somehow. I turned to the first page.

You have been gifted the ability to freeze time. This ability you will retain until you choose another to pass it along to. If you die before passing it along, the ability will die with you.

So old mate barista gave this power to me? That seemed even more unbelievable than the existence of such a power in the first place.

This ability allows you to freeze and unfreeze time. It does not allow you to otherwise change the speed or the direction time travels in.

Bugger. Oh well, freezing alone is more than I could do yesterday. I kept reading.

You can control this power through the use of your thoughts and will learn to use it through instinct and practice.

When you freeze time everything in the world freezes except you. You have the ability to selectively unfreeze some non-living objects or particles provided you can either see or touch these.

Well, that explained the soft drink settling back in the jug.

You can interact with the world around you while time is frozen, however, the effects or side-effects of some of your actions may not occur until you unfreeze time. You, and other living things, cannot die while time is frozen. If actions are taken to cause death while time is frozen, then the death will occur the moment time is unfrozen.

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. Huh. Moving people while time had frozen hadn’t occurred to me. I read on. The rest of the booklet was much the same. Information, but not a how-to manual. Other hands had added additional thoughts or advice. I reached the end and realised I’d been in the toilets for some time. Should have frozen time… well, no time like the present.

Freeze

I stepped out of the cubical, I was the only one there, so it was hard to tell if time was frozen or not. I turned the tap on to wash my hands out of habit, and water came out as normal. Once that was done, I opened the door and peered out. No one was in the hallway, but there was an eerie silence. I walked out and once on the floor, I knew time was frozen. Everyone was just frozen in spot. Some with their mouths half open, or leaning to grab something. There was a lady bent half over, reaching for a file. A man in mid-stride. A woman with a coffee cup halfway to her lips. I touched her arm. It felt solid, but yet moved easily when I put pressure on it. I removed the cup from her hands and put it on the desk. I then stepped in front of the man who was mid-stride.

Unfreeze

The man stepped suddenly to the side

“Sorry,” he said as he walked past, “Wasn’t looking where I was going.” The woman picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. She didn’t seem confused at all that the cup had gone from in her hand to on the desk. Interesting.

The week passed. I did try on several occasions to find the coffee shop again. I never did. I spent time experimenting with my new power. And no, it didn’t distract me from my work. After all, I could freeze time. Some technology worked while time was frozen. For example, I could write in a Word document or an Excel spreadsheet, I could save it to my desktop but couldn’t save it to sharedrive until I unfroze. Or I could compose an email while time was frozen and then send it while time was unfrozen. I could use my phone to take photos. I couldn’t open new documents or emails while time was frozen unless I’d opened them before, and I couldn’t stream videos or songs. Did I use my ability to appear more productive and competent than I was? You bet! To be honest, I was having a blast!

On Thursday, the systems at work went down. All of them. No Internet, no intranet… nothing. Communication was being done by people physically walking around the office, from floor to floor. Between messages, we were meant to be finding something productive to do, but there was really nothing we could do. So I sat at my desk and chatted with Tara and Chie, two ladies in my team I’d gotten to know a bit.

“Oh girls, isn’t this a nice little multicultural trio, but all gossip, no work?” Michael, a co-worker I didn’t really know yet, had sauntered up and lent against Tara’s desk. Tara skirted her chair back a fraction, looking a little uncomfortable with him looming over her.

“Uh, nothing’s working?” I said with a bit of sass. What the fuck was with calling us a Multicultural trio?

“I’m sure you girls could find something better to do.” His hand was in his pocket, and it looked like he was rummaging in there for something.

“You first!” Chie said, “Ain’t you got somewhere better to be?”

“On my way to deliver an update to the boss.” Michael stood up, pulled his hand out of his pocket and to his nose, and sniffed his fingers. He gave Tara a creepy-looking smile and then sauntered off in the direction of our head of department’s office.

“What the fuck?” I blurted out as soon as my mind had caught up with just what his hand had been doing in his pocket.

“Yeah, try to stay away from that creep,” Tara said.

“But… no… that’s… that’s sexual harassment!” I hissed, “We should report it to HR!”

“Have, no good. His mum’s the head of HR, he gets away with anything. Her darling boy just couldn’t. We’re all crazy left-wing feminists seeing shadows.” Chie said, “I’ve tried, we all have. He fawns over Cheryl—” she nodded in the direction of our head-of’s office, “He’s her little golden boy. Gets her the numbers to make her look good to her boss. He’s done worse than that. Only thing that would stop him is going once to far in front of someone important or…” she shot me a wicked grin, “Meeting me down a dark alley.”

Cheryl’s office had glass walls, to make her office feel less like a barrier or some such shit. I looked over and saw she was in there, leaning over some papers Michael had brought in. There were two other people in the room, the head of Workforce Optimisation and his mother, the head of Human Resources. While I couldn’t meet him down a dark alley, could I encourage him to go too far? He sure had an audience for it. Chie and Tara filled me in on some of the instances that had happened and been dismissed or covered up. Apparently groping a woman’s breasts at the office Christmas party wasn’t “going too far,” so I’d have to ensure whatever I encouraged him to do was bad enough to get him sacked.

“Well, if you ladies excuse me, I need the loo,” I said as I stood up. I walked as quickly as I could to the toilets without drawing attention, and once there, went into the first cubicle and shut the door.

Freeze

I opened the door. When I re-entered the office, the world was frozen. I made my way to Cheryl’s office and everyone was about where they were when I last looked.

I hadn’t experimented much with people while time was frozen. Now was my chance. But what to do? I had an idea, of course I had an idea, but I hesitated. It was wrong. But then, Michael was preying on women and getting away with it, and that was wrong too.

So, I walked over to Michael and unzipped his fly. I took his hand and moved it, pushing it down into his undies. His arm moved easily and, once moved, stayed where it was put. I stood back and admired my work. Yes, it looked like he’d undone his fly and was touching himself. But, nobody’s eyes were on him. If I unfroze time, he might have time to jerk his hand out and re-arrange himself before anyone saw.

I needed to do more.

I pulled his hand out of his undies and reached in with my hand. Feeling a little squeamish, I grabbed his penis and pulled it out. It froze how I left it, sticking up in mid air rather than flopping down like a flaccid penis would. I let out a little giggle, it looked so funny sticking up, because it was so small and little. It would have a bigger impact if it were erect, so I took his penis in my hand and started rubbing it. Nothing happened. I rubbed more. Willing his little flaccid member to become an erect cock under my attentions, but still no change. I thought back to the little How to Freeze Time booklet.

You can interact with the world around you while time is frozen, however the effects or side-effects of some of your actions may not occur until you unfreeze time.

So I could move his body, but perhaps not cause him to have an erection in frozen time. Would he become hard the moment I unfroze time? Only one way to know.

I moved his hand back to hold his cock, then looked around the room. There was a store cupboard with ventilation slits. It was conveniently empty enough for me to hide inside. I climbed in, shut the door and then peered out through the slits. I could try and unfreeze time for just a moment, and then I’d see what, if any, effect I’d had.

Unfreeze

Freeze

There’d been a small rush of noise when the scene before me came to life that stopped as abruptly as it had started. I climbed out of the cupboard and surveyed the scene… okay, yeah, I just looked at Michael’s penis. It seemed that the effects of my hand job in frozen time had indeed occurred the moment I unfroze time. Not only was Michael now grasping an erect (but still rather small) cock, he appeared to be mid-ejaculation. A little glob of cum hung in mid-air, frozen en route to land on the papers Cheryl was looking at. Yikes. This had gone a little further than I’d planned. Then again, quite a few steps too far would have the same result as one step too far, right?

Still, I couldn’t stay here and watch it play out. That sounded just too painful, so I bolted back to the toilets, locked myself in a cubicle and unfroze time.

I waited a little before exiting, then washed my hands and left the toilets. I arrived back in the office in time to see Michael being escorted out of the building.

“What’s going on?” I asked Chie. But she could only tell me there was some commotion, but she didn’t know. The rumours flew though, never before had someone been fired and escorted out by security with their mother following after screaming at them.

The next day the systems were up, and we received an email advising us that Michael “No longer worked for the company.” We also received a fresh round of e-learnings to complete on appropriate behaviour in the workplace, which only served to fuel the rumours.

“Where do people go after work on a Friday?” I asked my team later in the day. “Is there a local pub you all go to or anything?”

“Ha! Those were the days. This arvo? Knock off by half-past-three and home to the wife and kids.” Jason, a guy in my team, replied.

Everyone else had a similar answer to Jason. So when my teammates started leaving, I hopped online and researched the local pubs and clubs. We were in the CBD. There had to be something.

There was, but not even in Brisbane did people go out clubbing at 4pm, and the office was already deserted. Friday was “late night shopping” which meant that some shops stayed open as late as nine, so I filled the afternoon with some window shopping, grabbing some food in the food court, before heading to the first pub on my list later in the evening.

It was early enough that there was still a relatively mixed crowd. The bartender looked about thirty, well-built with beach-blond hair, which kept falling in his eyes. I took a seat at the bar and, after getting his attention, ordered a drink. He barely looked at me as he took my order, distracted by the gaggle of girls at the other end of the bar. The girls looked eighteen or nineteen, they wore a lot of make-up, fake eyelashes out to there, and I’d seen bathers which covered more than their skimpy outfits did. They were flirting with him outrageously, and he was lapping it up. Clearly the twenty-something (hopefully still) cute but not slutty Asian girl didn’t even get a look-in here.

The bartender put my drink in front of me, not even taking his eyes off the girls who were flirting with him. Well, that wouldn’t do.

Freeze

I adjusted my shirt to show a bit more cleavage, and then turned his head towards me, directing his eyes to look at what I had to show.

Unfreeze

His eyes flickered up to mine, back down, then up again.

“Uh, here you go.” He sounded a little embarrassed to be caught out looking. But he must have liked what he saw because he didn’t keep ignoring me.

“So,” I asked him later, “I’m new in town and don’t have anyone to show me around. Can you recommend any clubs? Preferably ones not filled with eighteen-year-olds?”

“Well, that can be tricky,” he agreed. “Most folks find themselves clubbed-out by twenty. But I can recommend a few.” He grabbed a coaster and jotted something down on it before getting distracted by the girls at the end of the bar again.

He’d written two places down. I grabbed my phone and searched on Google Maps. One was quite close, the other, I’d have to catch the train to. I went with the former.

The club wasn’t filled with eighteen-year-olds, but I still had difficulty attracting attention. I was probably dressed wrong or didn’t know how to move my body to get looks. Or both. So, I retreated to the bar and watched the dance floor. I found my target, a cute guy who appeared to be alone. I went back to the dance floor and danced my way closer to him.

Freeze

I used the same tactics as I’d used on the bartender.

Unfreeze

He was checking me out! It worked! He smiled at me, and I smiled back, but… then nothing? Okay, I was obviously crap at this.

Freeze

I moved closer to him, moved his arms like he was dancing with me.

Unfreeze

We danced together. He seemed into me. But I wanted things to go further than dancing.

Freeze

I moved his hand so that it just touched my bum.

Unfreeze

“Uh, sorry,” he said as his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed my rear.

“Hey, I don’t mind if you don’t!” I encouraged him.

He smiled, but made no further moves. Urgh. This was going to need to be all on me. I tried a few more times but didn’t have much luck. All I wanted was to have some fun, be crazy. Hell, have a few one-night stands! I wanted the guys to do all the things my mother warned me they would, and here I was having no luck. The time freeze ability was about as useful as tits on a bull if I didn’t understand how to be the girl I was trying to be.

Freeze

I took a good look around the club. Taking notice of the different women in there, who was getting attention and who wasn’t. Right. First thing I needed was a change of outfit. I checked the time. Five to nine. Not enough time to buy a new outfit for tonight… or was it? I could freeze time. Duh. Of course, it was enough time.

With time still frozen, I headed back to the mall and started looking around. I entered the first shop I found, looked through a few things, and tried some on. Even though time was frozen, it felt weird just changing in the middle of the shop, so I ducked into the changing rooms for that. I didn’t find anything quite right, so I put everything back where I found it and left for the next shop. Shop after shop… I finally found something that I thought was suitably skanky. It was a short black dress that was open at the sides, held together with lacing. I wouldn’t be able to wear any underwear with it… but that was the idea, right? I put everything back the way I found it and exited the shop.

Unfreeze

I walked into the shop.

“We’re about to close,” The girl behind the counter said in a snooty voice. Ah, yeah. Five minutes before closing, they didn’t want a last minute customer keeping them back.

“Oh, I know what I want, I won’t be long,” I explained, flashing a polite smile.

“Well, I’m closing now, so you’ll need to come back tomorrow.” I was about to explain that I’d already tried the dress on and literally just needed to pay for it. But then I caught her rolling her eyes about me to the other girl who held her hand up to her head and pretended to shoot herself in the head. Well, fine. Fuck them then. I turned around and walked out.

Freeze

I went back into the shop. I took the dress I wanted and took it up to the counter to remove the security tags. Yeah, it was stealing, but in my defence, I had tried to buy it. I looked at the girls laughing (probably about me.) I could do anything to them right now, and a few naughty thoughts flashed through my mind. But, as tempting as it was, I didn’t want them associating me with anything strange going on, in case the theft of the dress was noticed. So, I took the dress and left.

Then I had the issue of what to do with my clothing. I checked the time. I could access my work until nine, and it was three minutes to. Keeping time frozen, I went to my office’s building.

Unfreeze

I used my keycard to enter the building.

“Evening, you’re in late,” the man on the concierge desk noted.

“I know, just need to dash to my locker, promise I’ll only be a minute.” He nodded, and I took the lift. The doors opened as the lift stopped on my floor.

Freeze

I stepped out of the lift. Again, I felt shy just getting changed in the middle of the office, so I headed to the toilets and changed there. I went back to my locker and stuffed my work clothes in there. Only problem now was walking back out past the concierge dressed like this. Damn, didn’t think of that! I caught sight of the coat I had brought on the first day “just in case” but had been languishing in my locker ever since because apparently in Brisbane “cold enough to wear a coat” is “winter” and “winter” in Brisbane… well, Chie joked to me that “Brisbane does so have winter! We have it every year! Last year it was on a Wednesday.” So while it wasn’t cold enough for a coat, I put it on anyway. It covered me up just enough that I didn’t look like a total slut walking out past the concierge, whose only comment was:

“You were quick!”

Back at the club, I checked my coat and headed back to the dance floor. This time I had had more success. As the night wore on, I found myself dancing with a guy who was more than happy to be a little handsy. He was quite good-looking too. Dark hair, big brown eyes, relatively fit and taller than me— not that the last was hard to achieve. But while it was exciting having a guy I didn’t know from a bar of soap press up against me, run his hands over my body, touching skin when he skimmed down my side… I wanted a little more.

Freeze

Perhaps I could find a way to encourage him to lead me to somewhere where we’d be a little more private. I explored the club. There were some alcoves equipped with comfy looking couches, but most of them were full, either with groups of women looking for a comfy spot to drink or couples having the same idea I had. I kept looking. At the back of the club, I found an exit door. I went through it and found it led to a back alley. The alley was rather dingy, it looked like it was mainly used for hiding away the rubbish bins and accepting deliveries. Other than the bins and a few empty milk crates stacked near the back door of the club, there wasn’t anything there. Well, at least it was private. I made my way back to my dance partner and moved him a few steps towards the back door.

Unfreeze

Dance a little.

Freeze

I wasn’t sure how far I could move him and have his mind make up the gap, so through a series of time freezes I slowly moved us towards the back door then, finally, out to the alley.

He pushed me against the wall and snogged me deeply. Hands groping across my breasts and down my sides. I kissed him back, feeling a little thrill spread across my body.

Freeze

I slipped my hand down and massaged his cock, just a little, then pulled back. I pulled his hips forward, making sure they were pressing into me.

Unfreeze

I felt his cock harden, a bulge that pressed against me.

How naughty could I get? Did I really have the nerve to fuck a complete stranger here, up the back alley of a random club?

Freeze

I slid my hand up under my dress and touched my pussy. Yeah. I was wet all right. The idea of this stranger taking me here and now was turning me on like there was no tomorrow. I removed my hand. I took his hand and pushed it a little under my dress, making it rest on my upper thigh. Hopefully, he’d get the idea.

Unfreeze

He pressed closer to me, his hand moving up my thigh, pushing in between my legs. A finger dipped into my slit, running across my sex.

“Fuck you’re horny,” he whispered in my ear as his fingers skidded on my juices.

“Mmmm…” I murmured back, willing to go further.

He did.

I heard the sound of a zipper as he undid his fly and his cock sprung out of his pants, pressing against me. I tensed. Oh fuck, was I really about to do this? The guy pulled back. He must have sensed my change in body language.

“Uh, sorry,” he said.

“No, it’s okay,” I insisted, “I want to.” I reached to pull him back, but he resisted, returning his cock into his pants.

“I mean, you’re really hot an all, but I shouldn’t. I have a girlfriend.” Maybe he did, or maybe he didn’t. Either way, it appeared my momentary hesitation had caused him to stop and think and decide not to go through with a quickie in the back alley with a complete stranger. We parted ways, and I collected my coat and headed home.

On Saturday, I went shopping. I didn’t go back to the shop with the snooty shop girl, but I managed to buy a few skanky outfits. During the week which followed, I excelled at work. Friday night came, and I went back to the club, but had similar results to last time. I managed to get three different guys outside, but every time something happened that stopped it from happening. So I went home, lust unsatisfied, and returned on Saturday. And the same thing happened. Sometimes it was me losing my nerve, and sometimes it was them, but despite my deep, dark wishes, I got nowhere. The next week rolled around, and on Friday I, once again, headed off to the club. I was determined tonight would be different.

Freeze

I looked around the busy club, trying to find a target for tonight. That’s when I noticed him. He was standing off to the side a little and, to be honest, he wasn’t a great looker. Blond, pale blue eyes, he was okay I guess. But it wasn’t his looks that had caught my attention. It was that he was staring directly at me.

He wanted me.

Well, him thinking he was the hunter and I was the target was fine with me.

Unfreeze

I made my way across the dance floor, indirectly heading in his direction. I purposely tried to not look in his direction, so I was surprised when a voice from behind me said into my ear:

“Hey cutie.” I spun around, and there he was.

“Hey.”

We danced a bit. He didn’t need any encouragement at all to be a bit handsy. Maybe tonight would be my lucky night?

Freeze

I’d learnt last weekend that I didn’t need to take the men outside step-by-step. Just a few strategic freeze/unfreezes were enough to convince them it’d been their idea to lead me outside. I posed the two of us leaving the dance floor.

Unfreeze

Freeze

I posed us at the back door, with his hand pushing it open.

Unfreeze

Freeze

I posed us with me standing with my back to the wall in the alley, facing him.

Unfreeze

He pushed me back against the wall, hand around my throat.

“Too late to be saying no now, you dumb bitch,” he hissed in my ear as he fumbled at his fly with his free hand. “No one’s around to hear you scream.”

Freeze

What the fuck!

Bringing guys out here the way I had meant their minds filled in the gaps. The last guys’ minds all filled in the gaps, thinking I’d followed them out here wanting something. This guy’s mind had clearly filled in the gaps with different details. He thought that what he wanted, I didn’t want. And he seemed intent on taking what he wanted. It was wrong. Totally wrong. Disgusting. But… here was a guy who wouldn’t lose his nerve, at least. Would I lose mine?

I took a deep breath.

Unfreeze

“Stop struggling, you bitch. I’m gonna fuck your little pussy, so you might as well make it easy on yourself.” I heard his zip, felt his cock spring hard against me. He roughly pulled my skirt up and, using his knee, pushed my legs apart. His cock pushed against my entrance, and I noticed how wet I was already.

Freeze

What the fuck was I doing? And how the fuck was I being horny? I moved the guy back slightly, pulled my skirt down and walked away. I exited the alley and looked around, trying not to think about what had almost happened. What I’d wanted to happen. My eyes caught sight of the yellow sign of the sex shop, and my clit twitched. Fuck… admit it or not, I was fucking horny. So, I headed over.

The sex shop was open late. I pushed the door open and walked in. Inside there was a girl behind the counter, and the back door was partly open as a man was entering. I looked around the shop, scanning the contents. My eyes quickly fell on a clit vibrator. Yeah, stealing is wrong and all, but this was an emergency and the store was a huge chain store. I grabbed the vibrator off the shelf and squeezed through the partly open door into the back room. The back room was small, containing the legally required items. Fridge, kettle, sink etc. I ripped the vibrator out of the packaging and gave it a quick wash under the tap. They always say to charge things before use, but generally, most stuff comes with some charge in it. I pushed the on button and, sure enough, the vibrator started to hum. I pressed it against me, the tip skidding across my slit clit, and in hardly any time at all I was clutching the counter, crying out as my orgasm pulsed through me.

I turned the vibrator off. Only, I didn’t feel satisfied. Just more horny than ever. And also a bit disgusted that I’d just masturbated in the back room of some random shop. I grabbed the packaging I’d flung off before and left the back room, coming face to face with a display of dildos. I immediately thought about how one of those would feel inside me, but along with that thought came the reminder of the wanna-be rapist’s hand around my throat, bragging about how he was going to fuck my pussy. I felt another, stronger tinge of desire. No… I could resist. I left the shop, dumping the packaging in a nearby bin and slipping the vibrator into my purse. I wasn’t quite sure where I was headed, but my traitorous feet took me back down the back alley.

I stood and looked at him for a bit. I wanted a cock. He had a cock. I wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck. I had no intentions of ever seeing him again, no want or desire for a relationship. So what was stopping me? Was it that he thought he was raping me? Yes. No, not quite. It was that the idea kinda turned me on.

Which was wrong.

Disgusting.

Obviously I didn’t want to be raped, but I wasn’t going to be. I wanted to fuck, and I was in control. I could freeze time and walk away at any time. Like now. I could walk away right now.

I should walk away right now.

But I didn’t.

I stepped back into place against the wall and lined my pussy up with his cock.

Unfreeze

I gasped as my pussy suddenly stretched around the intrusion of his cock. He groaned as he thrust all the way in, in one fast stroke.

“Fuck, you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he said. “Your body knows what you deserve, bitch.”

And he raped me.

Quick, hard thrusts as he held me against the wall. His hands fumbled at the front of my dress. A tearing sound indicated he’d ripped the flimsy fabric at the front, exposing my breasts, which he pawed at. Then he pulled me forward and spun me around. Before I knew it, I was bent over, my front resting on a pile of upside-down plastic milk crates, the bottoms of them pressing a diamond pattern into my exposed breasts and stomach. My arse was in the air, and he moved behind me. Pressing me down harder into the milk crates, he fucked me from behind. My smooshed nipples ached, his cock reached even deeper inside me, and with each thrust his balls slapped against my engorged clit.

I didn’t stand a chance.

My second orgasm pushed over me, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I came. Hard.

“What kind of fucking slut comes when she’s being raped?” he said with a cruel laugh. “You like this? Well, let’s see how you like this?” He pulled out and the next moment I felt his cock pushing at my back door.

Freeze

I’d never done anal before. I’d always been secretly curious, but never game to try it. Now? Well, now I didn’t have a choice. Okay, I did. I could just walk away right now, legs still quaking from my orgasm, my juices dripping down my legs. But I might never have the nerve to try anal again. Still, I didn’t want him to actually hurt me.

I pressed back, pushing my arse against his cock, and tried to relax. It took some time then, suddenly his tip pushed into my arse. I gasped, it did hurt, so I stopped. Then, it stopped hurting. Slowly, I began working my way back, taking more and more of his cock at a time. It felt strange. But after a while, it started feeling good. Soon I was sliding my arse up and down his dick. I buried his cock deep inside me and fumbled in my purse. I pulled out the vibrator and held it to my clit while I fucked him. Soon I felt another orgasm building up inside of me, and I fell on the milk crates moaning and gasping.

Then I remembered that actions when time was frozen had an effect once time unfroze. I’d been fucking his cock with my arse a long while now, and that was after he’d been fucking my pussy. He probably wouldn’t last long after I unfroze time. So, I put the vibrator back in my purse and reset so the head of his penis was just inside my arse.

Unfreeze

He thrust his cock into my arse, crying out as he came, splashing his cum inside me. Some leaked out, and I felt it run down my leg.

“Ahh… fuck, your arse feels so fucking good,” he moaned. “Bet you take it up the arse all the time, you little slut.” He staggered back from me, and I slid down from the milk crates to the ground, hardly believing what I’d just done.

“You better not tell anyone about this, bitch,” he said.

“I-I won’t.” I stammered. He nodded, then a look of panic flashed across his face. “How I know you won’t go to the cops?” Uh. Well, I didn’t think of this possibility. If he thought I might go to the cops, then I might be in danger. Of course, I could freeze time and run, but it would still be dangerous.

“I— I can’t,” I said, putting on some horrible fake accent based on goodness knows what. “I can’t go police. I overstay my visa. Be trouble for me.” Was I betraying every other Ozzie who’d faced the well-known micro-aggression of, Where are you from? huh, Melbourne? Oh, no, I meant, where are you really from? Well, it was an emergency.

“Well, fuck off out of here and don’t tell no one!” I scrambled to my feet and ran down the alleyway. Halfway down, I froze time.

I turned around and walked back. Once I reached him, I patted his pockets and pulled out his wallet. I flipped it open and then took a close-up photo of his driver’s licence, both sides. Now, if I ever needed it, I had the fucker’s name and address. Maybe I could exact some revenge on him for being such a shitty human being?

After this, I put his wallet back and continued down the alleyway, time still frozen. I’d need to find some clothes before I unfroze time, my torn dress was beyond being not decent. It was far too late for any shops to be open. Out on the street, I looked for women with any sort of large bag.

I found a young woman waiting at a bus stop, dressed in the uniform for a fast food joint with a backpack. Opening it, I’d hit the jackpot. She had a change of clothes inside, a shirt and long skirt, along with some PJs, a toothbrush and so forth. It looked like she might be heading to stay at her boyfriend’s house after her shift. She’d miss her clothes tomorrow, but I didn’t have much choice.

Done with being squeamish about changing in public, I pulled off my tattered dress and dumped it in the nearby bin. Then I put on the shirt and dress. Both were too big for me, but the skirt had a drawstring waist, so I pulled it tight. I still didn’t feel decent, so I found a public toilet and cleaned myself up the best I could before heading to the train station, where I unfroze time so I could catch the train home.