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 Time Rapist - Part 1

   John snapped back to reality with a jolt.  Seconds before his mind had
been a sea of stars on a black landscape and his ears had been throbbing
like he was at the epicentre of an explosion.  Seconds before that, he had
been lying on top of this sales woman, his cock oozing out its last
remnants of cum after the sudden aggressive rape he had inflicted upon her.

   That's what time travel was like.  Ever since he'd mastered the art of
making 'time checkpoints' in his experiments, he'd been able to time
travel, but only backwards and only for a fixed period of time.  So far
he'd managed to encapsulate the results of his work into a simple wrist
watch, but he couldn't improve upon the science.  It seemed he would never
be able to improve upon his discovery, but that didn't make it useless. 
No, he'd put it to great use already.

   Whenever he wanted to travel back in time, John could hit a button on
his watch.  This made a checkpoint in space-time and a branch would shoot
off, taking him on an alternate path.  Then after exactly 7 minutes and 19
seconds, the branch would become unstable and end.  This would effectively
undo all that had happened, and put John back at the moment he pressed the
watch button.  While physically he would be the same as when he pressed the
button, for some reason his memories remained intact.

   At first it seemed like a useless technology.  What is the point of
undoing what you've done for the last 7 minutes?  But then slowly the
possibilities revealed themselves.  John realised he could read entire
books instantly, by simply hitting his watch button, reading all he could
for 439 seconds, jumping back to the start and repeating the process from
where he left off.  It was an amazing time saver and effectively free
learning.

   Later he realised he could use it to take risks.  He could hit the
button before having potentially bad conversations, or to jump a red light,
or even to win on the roulette table.  He'd take the risk, and if it paid
off, when time was rewound, he'd simply repeat his steps, this time without
a time checkpoint.  If everything went wrong, he'd try a safer path next
time.  It was these possibilities that made him realise nobody could ever
get their hands on this technology.  He could never reveal his work.

   The first time he got into a fight was when his boss gave him an earful
of abuse one too many times.  When he felt the rage build up in his guts,
rather than taking the shit like he always did, he hit the button then
leathered him in the face.  After knocking 7 shades of shit out of him, he
ran out of his office into the main lab, took off all his clothes, got up
on a desk and proclaimed himself as God.  Having done that at the 6 minute
point, there was a full minute of comedown from his elation and massive
embarrassment before he jumped back in time.

   And then the main problem with the technology reared it's head.  Though
he remembered kicking the shit out of his boss, he couldn't feel the
satisfaction of it.  When time rewound and he returned to the time
checkpoint, he stood there staring at his boss once more, his body
physically identical to before.  Therefore, the same chemicals and
adrenalin burnt in his veins that existed when he made the time checkpoint.
He must've kicked the shit out of his boss 8 or 9 times before he finally
managed to pass that moment and allow his boss to belittle him without any
reprisal.

   At that point the power the watch brought to him began to sour his mind
and it wasn't long before John was using it frequently to perform bad
deeds. The first woman he raped was a drunk party girl who was walking home
in the comparative safety of a well lit street.  John had simply driven to
the store to grab a 6 pack of beer when he saw this scantly clad woman
walking up the road.  He'd slowed down to a crawling pace, checking out her
pert ass in her mini-skirt as she stumbled along in her high heels.  After
a brief battle with his conscience, John hit the button on his watch and
leapt out of the car.  A minute later he was raping the drunk slag in an
alley way, and just over 6 minutes after that he was back in his car,
watching her walk up the road again.

   When time rewound and he found himself back in his car, he was just as
horny as before.  This was the one downside of the technology.  He raped
that same woman about 6 times before he finally drove passed her, leaving
her to walk home happy, oblivious to the torrid rapes she'd suffered in
another branch of time.

   And now this was a regular occurrence for John.  The sales woman at his
door continued her speech about her new Super Mop and how he absolutely had
to have it in his life.  John nodded politely, his finger rubbing over the
button on his watch as he stared into her gorgeous brown eyes and kept
glancing at the large fake tits in her tight yellow shirt.  He knew they
were fake because a few minutes ago he'd been mashing them in his hands as
he rutted her, face down in his hall.  Nah, she was hot, but he didn't like
those fake tits.  His finger came off the watch button and a few minutes
later he closed the door sending the mop woman away with no sale.

   John's productivity at work slipped massively as he became obsessed with
time travel, eventually resulting in his dismissal, but John didn't care.
With his invention he could win money whenever he wanted.  All he had to do
was make sure it was small amounts so it didn't rouse suspicion.  He could
bet on any horse race that took bets up to 7 minutes before the finish, and
roulette was always good fun.  He usually just bet black and red as going
for specific numbers was far too obvious.  He was always in different
casinos, betting shops and on different gambling websites, making easy
money.

   Picking up his keys John headed out, jumping in his car and taking a
drive.  His life these days was filled with spur of the moment adventure,
though no adventure was longer than 7 minutes and 19 seconds long.  It
wasn't possible for him to make additional checkpoints after he'd set the
watch going.  Once the button was pressed, he'd have 439 seconds of doing
whatever the fuck he liked, but he was guaranteed to jump back in time, so
long as the watch wasn't destroyed.  Yeah, he was always worried about
that.

   Today he was en route to see his sister Cassie at university.  She'd
visited him last week and taken great pleasure in showing him photos of her
dorm room and her room mate Becky.  As it turned out, her room mate looked
very fine indeed.  So fine in fact that she warranted a special visit from
the Time Rapist.  And after a morning of horny encounters with that sales
woman, John was still turned on and was ready to show Becky his super
power.

   It was 7pm when John knocked on Cassie's room door.  It took her a while
but eventually she opened it and greeted her brother.  After being invited
in, John was disappointed to see Becky wasn't in.  He'd just have to wait
it out, he thought.  So perched on Cassie's bed, he looked longingly at the
empty bed across the room as he engaged his sister in small talk, waiting
for his victim to arrive.

   At 7.16pm the door suddenly opened and in walked Becky.  She was
gorgeous, with big green eyes, long blonde hair and casually dressed in
blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt which strained against a mammoth pair
of breasts.  John was visibly stunned, which Becky found extremely amusing.

   "I guess this is your brother?" she asked Cassie, chuckling to herself.

   "Yes." replied Cassie, smacking John on the shoulder.  "Oi!  Stop
gorping!"

   John sheepishly apologised and then looked around for the room key until
he saw it on his sister's bedside cabinet.  That's all I need, he thought
to himself.  Now he can put the sheep in its pen and let the wolf out.

   Pressing the button on his watch he jumped to his feet and snatched the
key from the cabinet.  Then, grabbing his sister by the arm, he dragged her
to the door, opened it and threw her outside.  She screamed in surprise and
protest as John slammed the door closed and quickly locked it.

   "What the hell?" exclaimed Becky as John turned round to face her.

   "I only have 7 minutes you fucking cunt whore" he growled before
striding across the room towards her.

   Becky began to back away, utter confusion on her face before John's fist
connected hard with her stomach.  Becky buckled at the knees and collapsed
onto the floor, gasping for air.  John had learnt that when you only have 7
minutes, every second counts and struggling with a woman was a massive
waste of time.  Using violence to subdue them first was the only way to get
the job done with the maximum amount of time left to enjoy the rape.

   John booted Becky in the stomach as she lay on her side, winding her so
completely that she went totally limp.  Then, grabbing her, he lifted her
up and dropped her upper body on the bed.  Now kneeling down, leant over
the bed, John quickly got to work on tugging down her skin tight jeans. 
Damn, skirts are so much easier to deal with when every second counts.

   Cassie was banging on the door now, shouting at him to let her in,
asking him what the hell he was doing.  John just ignored her as he worked
Becky's jeans and panties down to her knees.  When Becky moaned and tried
to slide off the bed onto the floor, John grabbed the back of her neck and
pushed her into the bed, ordering her to stay still.

   Finally with her jeans and panties down, John wasted no time in freeing
his swollen cock.  He took the thick shaft in his hand and knelt down
behind his winded victim, before placing it at the entrance to her young
pussy.  Then, with one mighty thrust, he forced his meat hard into her,
causing her to let out a low muffled groan into the duvet.  John grabbed
her arms as she started to struggle and twisted them up behind her back. 
Then he let rip, slamming his hips into her curvaceous blemish free ass,
drilling his cock into the hilt.

   He checked his watch.  Over 6 minutes to go.  He'd definitely made good
time, he thought to himself.

   "Ughhhh.  Please stop ....  please" came the muffled groans from Becky.

   "Shut up you filthy little cunt whore.  I'm going to rape this whore
cunt over and over again, and you won't even remember it.  Pathetic slut."
he growled.

   Grabbing a fist full of her hair, John wrenched her head back and forced
her to lift her upper body off the bed.  Still winded and now feeling
nauseous from her beating, Becky could only groan and offer little
resistance.  Her hands came down to support her and take the strain off her
scalp as John's free hand slid underneath her chest.  He burrowed up under
her t-shirt and then under her bra, gripping her left breast and squeezing
so cruelly that Becky couldn't help but scream.  His fingers mashed the
hefty globe with merciless force as his hips continued to slam into her
ass.

   John checked his watch again.  4 minutes to go.  His cock was already
almost ready to blow inside this sexy slut.

   Slowing his pace down a little, John began long firm slow strokes into
Becky's cunt.  He took his time to use his free hand to squeeze her ass and
thighs before returning to her tits.  Yanking her bra up her chest, her
pendulous melons fell free, giving him better access to them.  All the
while Becky's neck ached with the cruel grip on her hair as her pussy
burned with the harshness of the rape.

   "Please ... PLEASE." she moaned as she started to cry.  John continuing
to slowly thrust into her to delay his impending climax.

   "Don't worry whore, it'll all be over soon." he replied, checking his
watch.  2 minutes and 30 seconds left.

   When John only had 1 minute and 30 seconds left, he felt that all too
familiar sensation of desperation.  The rape was about to end, and he
needed to make the most of it before he travelled back.  Suddenly he went
ballistic, slamming his hips into Becky's ass with renewed vigour,
pummelling her cunt like this was his last fuck and the world was coming to
an end.

   "Fucking whore!" John shouted loud, causing extra banging and shouting
from his sister outside.

   Stabbing into Becky's cunt with a ferocious rhythm, John's watch beeped
as it passed the 1-minute-to-go marker.  His free hand again grabbed one of
her huge knockers and brutally groped it as he felt his cock swelling. 
Becky tried to wrench his hand off her abused tit but she was being so
savagely fucked she could do nothing but return her hands to the bed and
steady herself as John's cock finally exploded inside her.

   The scientist groaned out loud as his cum flooded the girls sore cunt.
His fingers clamped around her tit one last time until he finally released
it, much to Becky's relief.  Then slipping out of her raped hole, John
collapsed on the floor and checked his watch.  20 seconds to go.

   Becky half fell off the bed and struggled to get away from her rapist.
Her eyes were flooded with tears and while one of her huge breasts was a
lovely plump white, the other was bright red with obvious finger marks. 
John chuckled.

   "You fucker.  YOU FUCKER!  YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Becky began to scream.

   John just started laughing.  He check his watch again.  7 seconds to go.


   "Bye bye!" said John in a horribly jovial voice, raising his hand to
give Becky a big childish wave.  "See you again, real soon."

   Then suddenly, with an explosion of incomprehensible light, it was over.

   John regained awareness, back on the bed, his sister beside him unhappy
as he stared at her room mate.  Becky stood there looking at him, oblivious
to the other branch of time that had just been.

   "Girl, your brother is creepy!" commented Becky.

   "You don't know the half of it." replied John, pressing the button on
his watch again.

   Time for round two.
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