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 Time Rapist - Part 2

   John collapsed exhausted onto his bed that night and dreamt like he was
on drugs.  The day had been so full of time travel that he must've added
hours to his day.  Though his body had only experienced a typical busy day,
the act of making significantly more memories during time travel still took
its toll.  His mind had to process all these experiences and make sense of
them all.  As a result, his dreams were vivid and powerful.

   Awaking with a start, John sat bolt upright, breathing heavily. 
Drenched in an ice cold sweat, the bedsheets clung to his naked form as he
sat there hunched over, slowly regaining his composure.  His pitch black
bedroom smelt musty from hours of laboured breathing in poor ventilation.
It was cold too.  Man, what a nightmare, he thought to himself, rubbing his
forehead.  It appeared there were side effects from all this time travel,
after all.

   Shower time, thought John, finally calming down.  He peered through the
stagnant darkness as he reached across the bed and hit the lamp switch.

   The light was blinding and then suddenly the fetid smell of rotting
flesh shot up John's nostrils as if they were injected with death itself.
Right in font of his face, Becky's decomposing corpse rose from the pillow
next to him, her twisted jaw salivating at the prospect of devouring her
attacker.  John's heart stopped dead as a powerful shriek rose from her
lips and the demon creature lurched upwards, attacking with its bloody maw.

   "FUCK!!!" John shouted, opening his eyes and frantically looking around
the bedroom.  "Mother fucker!" he shouted again, slowly calming down as he
realised it had all been a dream.  Damn, he thought to himself.  The old
dream-within-a-dream trick, like in crap horror movies.  He shook his head,
grinning at the stupidity of the nightmare.  Becky wasn't dead!  She was
alive and well.  What's more, she was oblivious to the fact John had fucked
her beautiful cunt like a freight train yesterday, over and over.

   The problem was, John had met his science buddy Joel for a beer last
night.  They'd spent the whole time talking about time theory.  During the
conversation, Joel had put down a good argument for the existence of other
strands of time and their persistence.  In short, he believed if it were
possible to create a new branch of time, a parallel universe would
effectively be created.  John had then discussed his theory that those
branches would become unstable and end, effectively undoing them, as if
they had never happened, but Joel wasn't convinced.  He argued that when a
branch was created, it was permanent, and the only aspect that could become
tenuous were the links to the original time-line, where the branch began.
As time moved on, the links would be severed until the two paths were
completely separate universes.

   This bothered John a lot.  Could it be that every time he used his
watch, he was creating offshoot universes?  Was his consciousness just a
'tenuous link' that eventually broke, putting him back at the moment of
hitting the watch button?  And in those universes, his life and the lives
of the people he'd messed with must have been destroyed.  There must be a
hundred universes now where women were emotionally destroyed by his crimes
and John was either in prison or at least running from the law.  He felt
slightly nauseous at the thought, and he preyed Joel was wrong.

   That night he'd resolved to try not to use the watch so much.  He didn't
know the full ramifications of it's use, so he concluded minimizing the
damage was the best he could do.  After all, he wasn't prepared to give it
up completely.  He couldn't bring himself to do that.

   The next day, the young scientist was almost at a loss of what to do. 
He spent a lot of time walking and thinking.  Every day recently had been
adventures in craziness, comedy, rape and violence.  Now there was the
possibility of repercussions, he felt very torn.  But when it began to get
dark and the Friday night party revellers began to fill the city streets,
he decided to head home.

   "Free entry to Goers Club!" called a playful confident sounding female
voice.  John didn't pay any attention and just kept walking until his path
was blocked by a young woman.

   "Free entry gorgeous!  I'll show you where the club is and we can get
you a free drink." she said to him, a sultry smile on her lips.  This
brunette was a club promoter, sent out onto the streets to get customers
into a club using her sensual charms and the promise of free booze and
entry.

   And what charms those were.  With her long dark hair, dark brown eyes,
high cheek bones and pouting blowjob lips, she definitely had the face.  As
John glanced down at the massive bulges hidden under her silver low cut
glittering boob tube, he felt his cock twitch.  All that was finished off
with a microscopic denim mini-skirt, fishnet tights over curvaceous thighs
and super high heeled boots.  John had always been crap at concealing
attraction, and today was no exception.

   She must've seen an easy win when John's eyes locked on her chest.

   "Yeah?  Interested?  Come on then cutey." she said, taking him by the
arm.

   Tugging him lightly, she got him moving up the road with her towards the
main club strip.  John's finger was brushing over the button on his watch
as she guided him, his eyes locked on the breasts bouncing around beside
him.  Was she even wearing a bra, he asked himself.  She wasn't older than
21, so perhaps nature had been kind and kept those huge things pert enough
to be unrestrained.  Damn, he wanted to squeeze them so bad.

   "So, out by yourself tonight?" she asked, as they rounded a corner and
headed up a side road.  The main strip was in sight, but now they were
passing by one of the city car parks.  John valiantly struggled to resist
the opportunity, forcing his finger away from the button.  But then, as if
fate was playing games with him, the improbable happened.

   There was a cracking noise, before the girl gave out a little squeal and
tumbled to the floor like a sack of spuds.  The heel on her boot had
snapped.

   "Oh shit!" she commented.  "My favourite fucking boots!"

   John didn't react.  He glanced into the car park and saw his car and saw
an opportunity to pass temptation by.  It's the right thing to do, he
thought, and with great restraint he turned towards the car park and
started walking.

   "Oh, fucking charming!" the woman commented, still sprawled on the
floor. "Thanks for helping out a woman in distress!"

   Her tone was bitter and full of scorn, and it stopped John in his
tracks. He hated being spoken to like that.  It reminded him of his old
boss.  So no more than 6 feet away, he stood there with his back to her,
taking a deep breath.

   "Dick." she said once more, taunting him.

   This woman was begging to get raped.

   Spinning round John faced the woman who had just struggled back to her
feet.  Grabbing her by the throat he slammed her back against the stone
wall that surrounded this entrance to the car park.  She winced with the
impact, but looked more angry than afraid.

   "Don't fucking test me, bitch!" he growled, releasing her throat shortly
afterwards.

   "Oh, check out the hard man!" she replied.  "You'll fucking regret that!
I'll go and get the doormen and they'll fuck you right up!"

   Then suddenly John's face was calm.  He stood there, looking slightly
vacant before suddenly offering profuse apologies.  His body language
become pathetically submissive as he rambled out sorrys like no tomorrow.

   "I'm so sorry.  REALLY I AM .......  so sorry!" he said, spewing forth
more humbleness while backing away.  "Don't get the doormen.  It's all
good. Lesson learnt!" John continued to back towards the car park.

   "What ... what ..  what the fuck?" she replied, suddenly looking very
bewildered, as John disappeared into the car park.  Then a few moments
later, John was in his car and was driving away at speed.

   The thing is, he just couldn't resist such an opportunity to teach a
self important slut like that a lesson.  He'd done it.  He'd used the
watch. As soon as the bitch had threatened him with the doormen, John hit
the button on his watch, then flew into action with his usual time saving
flair.

   Swinging his arm, he drove his fist into the girls stomach, slamming her
back into the wall and causing her to buckle over onto the floor.  She let
out a horribly twisted groan as John grabbed her by her feet and dragged
her into the car park.  Her short skirt rose up to her waist and her tights
began to tear on the rough asphalt as he pulled her behind the large wall.
Then, after a quick check for witnesses revealed nobody, he got to work.

   "You fucking bitch!" he growled, straddling her and sitting on her
stomach as she lay on her back.  Her arms were trapped tightly underneath
his legs, but she was so white from the vicious punch to her guts that she
didn't seem aware enough to fight him off anyway.  This was going to be a
struggle free rape, John thought, and considering where they were, that was
probably for the best.

   Grabbing the woman's boob tube, John roughly yanked it down her chest.
Her large heaving breasts flopped out into view, giving John an instant
boner.  He was a breast man through and through, and these were some mighty
tits.  Maybe an F cup, he thought as he wrestled to get his dick out of his
pants.

   Within seconds he had his dick sitting in the cleavage between them and
he was gobbing fat wads of spit into the recess.  He took the opportunity
to hock one into the woman's face before he tightly closed her huge soft
melons around his swollen shaft.

   "Oh yeah baby.  Fucking amazing slut tits." he moaned as he started to
pump his hips, while jerking her fleshy melons up and down his shaft.  The
woman just groaned, closing her eyes and whimpering slightly, still
debilitated by John's powerful stomach punch.

   His fingers dug in deeply into the soft round forms of this woman's
delicate but heavy breasts.  He loved getting a good grip on a woman's tits
and leaving them red and bruised.  As far as he was concerned, huge tits
like this were pointless and obscene, and he fucking loved them for that
reason.  This big headed nightclub whore, with her ridiculously large tits,
needed to be taught a lesson in what they were good for, and he was the man
to do it.

   "Fucking slut udders!  Why you got tits this big, huh?" he asked,
panting as he began to roughly jerk her tits up and down on his cock. 
"Pointless fucking whore jugs." he commented again, his fingers now cruelly
stabbing into the mighty handfuls of breast meat that wobbled obscenely
while comprehensively cocooning his throbbing dick.

   "Ooooooooooowwwww" cried the woman in a low voice that told a tale of
true discomfort, bordering on agony.

   "Fucking SHUT IT!" growled John, spitting into her cleavage again and
continuing to jack her tits up and down his cock.  He switched from
pressing them together with his palms, then stabbing fingers, and then the
knuckles of his fists, shaking her upper body in the process as the fleshy
forms were jerked up and down his shaft.

   He paused just long enough to glance at his watch, and saw he only had
two minutes remaining.  Time flies when you're having fun!  Right, he
thought.  Time to finish this whore's lesson.

   Now John didn't really have much of an interest in anal, but he wanted
to teach this girl a lesson so badly, it was the only logical choice.  So
jumping off her, he quickly wrestled her onto her front and then held her
down as he tore a hole in the backside of her tights.

   "Hmmmm, no panties." he commented, quickly mounting her and pressing her
face first into the hard asphalt.

   "No please ....  " she whined in a submissive, defeated tone.

   "UGGGGHHHH!" John cried as he rammed his thick spit covered dick into
her tight asshole with one merciless thrust.  Fuck, it hurt his dick a lot,
so he wasn't surprised when the girl let out a deep gut trembling cry.

   Quickly gagging her with his hands, his hips started to bounce into her
ass instantly.  Slap, slap, slap, all the while suppressing horrible
gurgling moans with his hands.  His cock hurt, but it felt great too.  He
wasn't worried about it being damaged.  If he'd torn something, it'd all be
fine when time rewound.  So he continued to pound her, forcing his hips
down, pressing in hard, twisting and then ramming upwards, getting his dick
in as deeply as he could on each thrust.

   The 1 minute-to-go beep sounded on his watch, but John's orgasm was only
moments away anyway.  He was getting off on hurting this slut so much, he
was amazed he'd lasted this long.  So ram, ram, RAM went his swollen fuck
tool as he ploughed this woman's ass with all his might.  Thrust in hard, a
twist of the hips, then push up hard.

   "UGHHH!  OH YEAH ....  OH GOD!" he groaned, finally releasing the
women's mouth in favour of grabbing her tits.  His hands borrowed under her
chest, scraping against the road surface as he savagely drilled her back
door.  Then gripping her jugs, he clenched down as hard as he could while
ramming his dick up her with all the force he could muster.

   "FUCKING TAKE IT!" John growled as the woman shrieked with perfect
agony. Both her tits and her ass experienced exquisite pain, just as John's
huge load fired deeply into her red raw bowels.

   John collapsed on his victim, panting heavily.  His cock throbbed with
discomfort inside her ass, so he couldn't imagine what her insides must
feel like.  The woman began openly weeping, her fingers outstretched with
the pain, terrified of any further movements that might cause yet more
agony.

   But then suddenly, and without warning ....  black, stars and
incomprehensible light ....

   John found himself looking at the woman he'd just raped.  But something
was wrong.  Her expression was very odd indeed.  It was a mixture of
confusion and fear.  And then it dawned on him what had happened.  John's
watch had been touching this woman when he jumped back to the checkpoint.
He was so wrapped up in his climax he'd had his watch pressed into her huge
tit.  HE'D BROUGHT HER BACK WITH HIM!

   He began his profuse apologies as he realised she'd remember all of the
events, just as clearly as he could.  Absolutely mortified as he backed
away, he turned and ran into the car park just as she began questioning
what had happened and shouting.  By the time he got to his car she was
screaming, and as he sped from the car park, their eyes locked for the
briefest of moment.  Complete terror, was the only way he could describe
her expression.
   OH FUCK, he thought.  What had he done?!