Back to the Future, Part II (Washington, DC, 2023)

Author’s Note: First of all, a huge thank you to all of the readers who have helped this story breeze past 25,000 views in the first couple weeks on this site, that’s way more than I would have imagined. Just FYI, the posted chapters of this story have now caught up to what I had written, so updates will likely take a bit longer going forward. That said, I still plan to keep ‘em coming, so to speak. Again, if anyone has any idea for directions the story could go that you’d like to write, feel free to post them, that would be very cool if we could have a lot of different branches! Thanks again, and on with the story.

After Wetpussy went back to work, The Professor found himself standing in the middle of a coffee shop with a large backpack full of illegal gadgets, not quite sure what to do. Then someone said, “Excuse me, Master.” He turned to see a very pretty and very naked platinum blonde standing behind him. She held a coffee cup in one hand.

“Hi, Master,” she said, with a slight dip of her head. She had a pretty thick southern accent. “I couldn’t help overhearing. Are you new in town, by any chance?”

“You could say that,” he replied.

“I could tell,” she said, nervously pushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s been an adjustment for me, too. Back home she would have been on her knees lickety split. I’m Fuckpet, by the way, I just moved here from Alabama a couple months ago.”

“That’s a pretty name,” he commented.

“Oh, I know, real creative,” she said. “You know, there were four Fuckpets in my high school graduating class, and lemme tell ya, our school was not that big… I’m sorry, Master, I’m rambling, would you maybe like me to take care of that blowjob for you?”

The Professor couldn’t believe he was about to say this, but what he really needed was to get out of this Starbucks and get the lay of the land. The order to the barista had mostly been a test. “That’s OK, cunt, I’m actually just trying to get my bearings.” he told her.

“Or maybe I could help carry some of that…” She pointed to his large backpack.

“Oh, sure, great!” He dumped the backpack in Fuckpet’s waiting arms, and she initially stumbled at its weight before righting herself.

“Happy to serve, Master!” she said with a smile, as she managed to awkwardly sling the pack over her shoulders. “Actually, you know Master, it’s Tuesday morning, so if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you’re welcome to come with me to services. I was just getting a quick coffee before…” She held up her cup.

The Professor took a moment to realize that she was inviting him to whatever the Masterite version of a church service was. Well, he didn’t have anywhere to be (and also had a time machine, so…) and that sounded like something that might be… interesting.

“Sure, bitch,” he said. “Sounds good.”

A few minutes later, he was following Fuckpet down a city street, his backpack slung over her shoulders. He found everything fascinating. The street scenes could, for the most part, have come from his original timeline, except of course that all the women were completely nude, and all of them looked spectacular or, at the very least, spectacular for their age. The men, however, seemed to be mostly ignoring them, busy going about their days, fully clothed. He supposed one couldn’t spend all of one’s time dominating women if one had to earn a living. Leave it to capitalism to harsh the vibe of his utopian fuckfest.

The Professor also noticed that most of the women had prominent tattoos on their bare skin, or brightly colored dyed hair. Nothing that would have been too strange on a woman from his original timeline, but just on the basis of what he was able to see, a much higher percentage of women in this new world had these attributes. He again supposed that women, in the absence of clothes, had found other ways to express themselves.

Fuckpet talked a lot, but never failed to do whatever he asked. He found her… interesting. He was used to women doing whatever he wanted, but before he had started time traveling, it was because he had changed them into what he wanted them to be. Fuckpet was still very much herself, and seemed very much like a girl he could have grown up with. She was the first modern-day girl he’d seen act like his dream women, ready to fuck and suck at a moment’s notice, of her own free will. Which, considering it now, was pretty much what he had been going for, he realized. Apparently all women weren't like this, but maybe there was a limit to what he could ask?

As they walked, they passed a few billboards on the sides of buildings. One showed a nude woman typing at a computer keyboard with one hand, a man’s cock buried in her pussy (his face was out of the shot), all while drinking from a can of Diet Pepsi held in her other hand. The tagline below read, “You’re never too busy for a Diet Pepsi.”

Another seemed to be for dildos, though it just showed a naked model holding the product and the phrase “Designed for Edging since 1874,” just above a logo consisting solely of two circles with an oval above (not so different from a teenager’s dick and balls graffiti, he realized). The ad never stated the brand name, which made The Professor think the logo must be as familiar to people in this timeline as a Nike Swoosh or an Apple.

“Thanks for coming, Master, really,” Fuckpet was saying as she trundled on under the weight of the backpack. "Services are always better when I bring a guy. Otherwise I end up sharing and that can be fun, but it can get awkward sometimes.” That got his attention. “I just started going to this Galder a few weeks ago, but they seem nice.” His nanites were not currently set up to teach him a version of English with different words because of his changes to history, he realized suddenly. “It’s Reform,” she continued. “A completely different vibe from what I’m used to back home. But it’s nice…I was raised Goodcuntian, you know.”

“I haven’t really studied a lot of other, um, denominations?” The Professor said. “What’s Goodcuntian?”

“Oh, um, well, like Goodcunt, right?” she said. “In the Cave, she didn’t ask the Master permission to come. So now, Goodcuntians believe that it’s better if women don’t come. Ever. They should just edge. It’s…” She laughed, sounding a little crazy. “I actually came for the first time a couple months ago.”

The Professor just looked at this naked woman next to him, casually talking about orgasm denial like this was a normal topic with people you just met. “And what was that like, bitch?”

Fuckpet grinned and shook her head. “Honestly, Master, I passed out. Having your first orgasm after years of edging is pretty overwhelming. But my boyfriend’s kept encouraging me, and I think I’m getting the hang of coming without completely losing it now. So you don’t have to worry, Master.”

“You have a…boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Fuckpet said. “Serving Steve has really helped me find myself, I think? But he works crazy hours and can’t usually come to services, so that sucks.”

Before long they arrived at her Galder, a word that he would later look up and find was likely the result of a two thousand year game of telephone from an Old Celtic word for “place of submission.” Apparently the main weekly services were on Tuesdays, though nobody could quite remember why. He noticed that, while the building seemed fairly busy, there were also plenty of people walking around outside, going about their business as usual. He wasn’t sure what percentage of the population “practicing Masterites” might be, but it seemed like it might not be a majority.

There was a small, skinny girl kneeling at the doorway as they entered the building, who handed both of them small booklets that turned out to be basically programs. The Professor didn’t understand many of the terms (shouldn’t he know how to practice a religion he basically made up?) but Fuckpet glanced at the pamphlet and said, “Ooh, there’s a Consenting this morning. They always get me so fucking wet.” She reached over and squeezed his dick through his pants as the pair made their way toward their seats.

There weren’t bare wooden pews, instead several rows of comfortable-looking couches were arrayed in a circle around a central platform. The walls still featured large stained glass windows, but they were far more pornographic than he was used to. The largest one featured a stylized depiction of two naked girls, one with red hair and one with black hair, kissing and caressing each other. Epona and Bonvica, he was startled to realize.

They settled into a couch near the front. The service started when a woman walked onto the dais and kneeled. She had bright blue-green hair that contrasted against her dark skin. She wore a collar around her neck, apparently designating her status in whatever role she held. The program gave her name as “Sagar Cockpuppet Thompson.” He supposed Sagar was a title?

The woman sat on a cushioned platform on the stage and spread her legs, as Fuckpet casually unzipped The Professor’s pants, pulled out his cock, and began to slowly stroke it. She paced herself, as the service wasn’t short and she whispered that it would be less fun if he came quickly.

“Welcome, everyone,” said the woman on the dais. “For the men, I’m happy you are here, Masters, to thank the Master for making of you Masters on Earth, and to remind your cunts of their natural state. And for the cunts, I’m happy you are here, to thank the Master for showing you the light of the True Path.”

Cockpuppet led the women in touching themselves as they repeated mantras about how worthless they were before the Master, all men were the Master, the only thing that gave their lives meaning was service to men, and so on. The men in the congregation had lines, too, though he wasn’t sure how many of them he actually saw repeating them. Most were pretty distracted by what the women, who seemed pretty worked up by all the mantras, were doing to them.

Fuckpet started by slowly stroking his cock, eventually working her way up to first giving him a blowjob and then roughly deepthroating him. It was all he could do not to come right away. The girl clearly knew what she was doing, and she didn’t seem to have any kind of gag reflex. Through it all, she used one of her hands to touch herself, pushing herself further into a pleasant, horny haze. Though the set up with the couches made things not quite as out in the open as they might have been, The Professor could still see similar scenes happening around the room.

As the service went on, he noticed a group sitting nearby in the front row that looked like they might be a family, all with dark hair and tanned skin. The mother and father were very much into the spirit of the service, but the girl next to them, who looked like she might be their daughter, squirmed nervously for much of the proceedings. She and the boy next to her kissed a few times, but weren’t nearly as hands-on as most of the people there.

Eventually, Cockpuppet called “Kara Ramirez” up to the stage. After some encouragement from her parents, the daughter walked up to the podium and kneeled in front of the Sagar, head down.

“Her name is Kara?” The Professor asked quietly. Fuckpet just pulled her throat off his dick with a loud “glug” and grinned up at him.

“Kara has just reached her 18th birthday, I’m told. Is that right?” The girl nodded. “And so today she starts her own journey on the True Path. Go ahead, Kara.”

Kara tentatively leaned forward and began to lick Cockpuppet’s pussy, displaying her pert ass to the congregation as she did so.

“You’re doing great,” the Sagar said with a kind smile. “I see your practice is paying off.” That brought some chuckles from the crowd. She took a deep breath, put arms wide, and looked up at the large stained glass window of the Sister Prophets. “Now, Master, we submit this worthless cunt to you for your pleasure. Her pussy is yours. Her… oooh… her mouth is yours. Ahh… her tits are yours. Her ass is yours.” She left off for a moment, using a hand to guide Kara’s mouth, eyes closed in pleasure. “Her parents have raised her in the light… oh fuck… and now she is ready to walk your True Path for herself.”

Cockpuppet put a hand to Kara’s cheek and gently raised the girl’s head away from her crotch. The Professor realized there were lights pointing at the dais, because they were shining off Kara’s lips and chin, which were now coated with Cockpuppet’s juices.

“Who will Kara serve as she consents to walk the True Path?” Cockpuppet said to the Congregation.

The guy Kara had been kissing, a gangly kid about her same age, stood up with some prompting from Kara’s father. “She…She will serve me.”

The boy walked up onto the dais, where Kara had gotten down onto all fours on a set of cushions. “Please welcome Jared Rabinowitz,” Cockpuppet said, extending an arm toward him. “He is not a Masterite, but is our guest today to help Kara walk the True Path, and as Stupidcunt wrote, the Master teaches us that all men are Masters, even if they do not know it.”

Cockpuppet walked over and slowly undid Jared’s belt, then pulled down his formal slacks, quickly followed by his underwear, his cock springing out. Her fingers grasped his shaft and she smiled warmly.

The Professor found himself distracted while this was going on by Fuckpet climbing on top of him. She playfully shook her ass in his face for a moment, then positioned herself over his hard cock, wet from her spit. She slowly impaled her pussy on him, slipping further and further down until its full length was inside her, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she did so. Then she opened them and began to ride him, slowly at first, positioning herself so that they both could still watch the stage.

Cockpuppet gently led Jared by the cock over toward his girlfriend, and positioned him just behind her. Kara looked over her shoulder at him with a small, nervous smile.

“Kara,” the Salgar asked, “do you consent to allow Jared to fuck your pussy?”

“I consent,” Kara said. Jared pushed into Kara from behind and she let out a long breath, closing her eyes as she took him in.

The Professor felt Fuckpet picking up her pace, her pussy expertly squeezing his cock in ways that, in all his experience, he wasn’t sure he’d felt before. He was pretty sure the girl had years of actual training at this. She kept touching herself, too, pushing herself further.

Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, Jared fucked Kara’s pussy, the slapping noises and her little, adorable yelps audible throughout the room. Cockpuppet stood over them, running a hand over Kara’s ass, then her fingers through the girl’s hair.

“Tell me, Kara, as you feel a man’s cock inside you,” she asked, “do you see now the True Path of service to men and their cocks?”

“Yes,” Kara warbled, as her boyfriend continued to plow her.

“Do you consent, not just to be fucked by this man, but to be fucked by all men, for all your life, for all men are the Master on Earth?”

“Yes!”

Cockpuppet then put a hand around the back of Jared’s head and gave him a slow kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth, while he kept fucking his girlfriend.

Fuckpet shuddered and leaned back on The Professor, draping her platinum hair over one of his shoulders. She kept her hips moving on him as she took one his earlobes in her mouth. She was holding him near the edge without going over, he realized hazily, stimulating him the exact right amount. No girl had pulled this off quite this successfully on him before.

His attention was pulled back to the stage by the smack of Cockpuppet spanking Kara’s ass as Jared kept pistoning in and out of her.

“Do you consent to give your mouth to the Master, and to all men, for all men are the Master on Earth?” she asked Kara.

“Oh, yes,” Kara barely managed.

“Do you consent to give your tits to the Master, and to all men, for all men are the Master on Earth?”

“Fuck, yes!”

The Professor felt himself getting right up to the edge. His balls almost ached from the pressure building up.

“Do you consent to give your ass to the Master, and to all men, for all men are the Master on Earth?”

“Yes!!” Kara screamed. She was sweating now, her limbs barely able to hold herself up on all fours as Jared reached a furious pace.

Cockpuppet reached down, grabbed Kara’s dark hair, and pulled hard. The girl’s eyes managed to latch on to the dark-skinned woman despite the intense feelings pulsing through her.

“And now, as our prophet Epona took the name Slutcunt, to better reflect her true and natural state, now will name yourself anew, as you are reborn in the light on the Master. What will be your name, child, in the eyes of the Master and of all men?”

“I am…fuck!” The girl tried again. “I am Putabarrata, as my mother is, because she’s taught me everything about being a slut.” She said the line as fast as she could, because otherwise she might not have been able to get it out.

In the crowd, her mother stopped blowing her father and looked for a moment like she was going to cry.

“Now you walk the True Path, Putabarrata,” Cockpuppet intoned. She let go of the girl’s hair, and the girl let out a wordless wail.

“Master,” Fuckpet whispered in The Professor’s ear, her breathing hot and fast, “may I come? May I please come?”

Her hips were swiveling at an ever-increasing pace, and he found himself barely able to nod. A moment later, her movements slowed and she began to shake, sending vibrations down his cock as she did.

On the dais, the newly renamed Putabarrata cried out, “Please, Jar–” She bit her lip and corrected herself. “Please, Master, may I come?”

“Uh…yes…” Jared groaned, and Putabarrata let out an incoherent scream, the veins standing out in her neck and her eyes squinting shut.

Fuckpet was doing her best to keep her own orgasm silent and avoid taking attention from the girl on stage, as she furiously rubbed her own clit while still sitting on The Professor’s dick. She slapped a hand over mouth to muffle a bellow. A moment later, he found himself over the edge, and he spurted inside Fuckpet’s pussy.

A few seconds later, their respective breathing finally began to slow, she leaned back into him again. “Thank you, Master,” she said, a hazy smile on her lips.

On the dais, Putabarrata collapsed to the cushions below, letting Jared’s cock fall out of her. Cockpuppet leaned down and ran a finger around the edge of the girl’s pussy lips, than raised it for the entire Galder to see the cum she had found leaking out of it.

“Please welcome Putabarrata!” The crowd cheered. Cockpuppet put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.