The World Tour, Part II

Author’s Note: I’m very sorry that I disappeared for a while without updating, life just gets in the way of these things sometimes. But I do want to give this an ending (hopefully more than one) and write some other stories, too, so you should be seeing more soon. Thank you so much to all the readers for all their kind words and requests for more!

In Dubai, The Professor got the chance to experience “Dominism” for the first time. He wasn’t sure he fully understood it, but he learned meant not only that women were required to submit to men at all times, but men had a sacred responsibility to dominate women as much as possible. This turned out to be a particularly rewarding environment for him to watch Cumdumpster, who was truly a mess at this point.

As soon as they got off the plane, he noticed a difference. There weren’t as many women around, it seemed to him, but those that were there were definitely noticeable. He saw several of them being led by men, their leashes looped through large rings pierced through each nipple. He saw one man leading about eight girls in this manner, all young and beautiful.

He noticed a few unaccompanied women whose pussies were essentially clasped shut with a series of piercings. He’d done some reading and understood this to be a sign that a woman was not yet married. Her pussy (and her orgasm) were only for her husband. Other holes were more public.

As soon as they got in a cab, Cumdumpster started pawing at him.

“Please, Master, please, I really need…”

The Professor slapped her across the cheek. “Shut up, cunt!”

She stared at him in shock, not having envisaged that as a possibility, but at least it seemed to have jolted her out of her frenzy.

“Good idea, sir, you have to put it in its place, yes?” said the driver.

They stayed in a luxury hotel in an ultra-modern skyscraper among other ultra-modern skyscrapers. When they arrived at their room, overlooking the city and the Persian Gulf, they found a very beautiful woman with dark hair waiting inside on her knees. This was a first on their trip. None of the other rooms had come with girls.

“I serve you in the name of the Great Dominator,” she said when she looked up at him. She was adorned with gold jewelry, and had matching rings piercing her pussy shut. Or should he say "its pussy," as that was how women were referred to under Dominism. Had to respect the pronouns, after all.

Much to Cumdumspter’s displeasure, The Professor spent that night with the girl in the bed, using all of its other holes as it continued to softly encourage him to be as rough as possible with it. His companion, meanwhile, was **** to watch from a chair, biting her nails, ordered not to touch herself.

He made sure to look into her eyes as he facefucked another woman. He remembered the other Kara McAllister. The one who told the jury that his vision of a society where women were in their natural place was a nightmare created by a madman. Who went on TV and called him a **** and a monster, because she thought it would help her win an election someday. Now, she was sitting, naked, watching him pump his cock in and out of another woman’s throat with pure, **** need in her eyes. All she wanted was for that cock to be inside her.

“Have you ever had an orgasm, cunt?” he asked the girl. It hadn’t given him a name, he realized now. He pulled back so it could answer.

“No, Honored Sir, it is forbidden,” the girl replied between gasping breaths, as globules of spit ran down her chin onto her incredible tits.

He looked back up at Cumdumpster. “See? What you’re dealing with is nothing compared to this cunt.”

Of course, unlike her, this girl wasn’t on enough horny pills to make a nun into a prostitute, and he doubted she was being **** to constantly edge, either. But he wasn’t going to tell Cumdumpster that.

*****

India couldn’t have been a bigger contrast to Dubai. The Professor had a whole plan involving the Emperor Asoka at one point, but realized now he had never actually put it into practice. Many (though by no means all) of the women covered themselves with saris, and there remained something a taboo against public fucking that even the British hadn’t been able to get them to drop.

The Professor now noticed Cumdumpster leaking a fairly constant stream of juices down her leg, and mentally, she seemed to have entered some kind of haze. They took a boat down the sacred river of the Ganges for a few days, watching the crowds bathing at the banks. She hardly seemed to notice.

Somewhere past Varanasi, he caught her in their cabin on the river cruise, desperately masturbating. When she saw him enter, her eyes seemed to show genuine fear, but she didn’t stop.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked. “I can’t come. Why can’t I come?”

Her hair wasn’t quite long enough for him to grab her by and drag her around the way he wanted to. Instead he grabbed her by one arm and dragged her off the bed, bringing his face close to hers.

“You can’t come unless I tell you to, and I’m not going to tell you to,” he told her calmly.

“But why?” she asked him. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“You’re being punished, Ms. McAllister,” he said. “For something you don’t remember doing, but I do. It was another world, before I changed things. You were a complete bitch there. I like this version of you better, but seeing you like this still makes me so, so happy.”

There was no understanding in Cumdumpster’s eyes, and her mouth hung a little bit open. “Please,” she whispered to him. “Please, Master. Please fuck me.”

He slowly wiped the drool from one corner of her mouth with his thumb. “I think you need to convince me. Tell me, what are you?”

“I-I’m a worthless fucktoy,” she stammered, desperation in her voice. “I’m just a set of holes for you to use.”

“Is that true?” he asked. “I thought you wanted to be an actress? It seemed like you were thrilled to catch a rich man’s eye.”

She shook her head “no” vigorously. “No Master, I’m a stupid cunt. I’m a dumb bitch who needs to be fucked. That’s all I am and all I’ll ever be.”

“Hmm.” He let her fall gasping on the floor of their cabin, her hair in her face and juices dripping from her pussy. “I’ll think about it.”

*****

He liked traveling by plane in this world. There were still stewardesses, and they were of course naked and trained to provide for all of the male passengers’ needs. None of them could have been over 27 years old. Their next flight was to Tokyo. In the few rows behind them sat a Japanese man in a full business suit and seven women of all ages, who The Professor quickly figured out were the man’s wives. As he had initiated in Ancient China, men having a harem of wives was still a common practice in the Far East. The wives took turns slowly and sensually sucking the man’s dick for much of it, while he continued to type furiously on a laptop without skipping a beat.

For her part, Cumdumpster spent much of the flight with her eyes closed, though she frequently murmured incoherently. Given the other services available on the flight, The Professor kept his hands off of her. One of the Stewardesses kept his cock wet most of the time, while he watched movies and TV on the in-flight entertainment. He even found Hollywood far more interesting in this timeline, given the amount of fucking and nudity involved in even the most theoretically wholesome entertainment.

It was about then, as he watched a Pixar-style cartoon in which a teenage girl learned that every woman is a dirty little slut in their own special way with a particularly cute stewardess’ head bobbing in his lap, that The Professor realized what he really wanted from Cumdumpster. She had taken him down because of ambition, so he needed to make sure absolutely none of her ambitions in this timeline were realized. Maybe that wasn’t fair, but… if he cared too much about that, he wouldn’t have done any of this.

*****

Tokyo was still a teeming mass of humanity, its intricacies somehow as opaque to him as they had ever been. But now some of them seemed to be different specifics than before, and also all of the women were naked so he saw it as a positive change.

His attempt to steer Asian culture in the direction of polygamy seemed successful, but he also noticed some unintended consequences. As a disproportionate percentage of women tended to be distributed among a relatively small number of successful or desirable men, a series of elaborate systems had been developed to provide the remaining salarymen with access to sex. While in Dominism, a woman’s pussy was only for her husband, Japanese culture was almost the opposite… it was an unclaimed woman’s duty to service as many men as possible.

The Professor was a little disappointed, upon their arrival at one of the most upscale hotels in Shibuya, when he was told the room did not come with a girl the way the one in Dubai did. He soon discovered, however, that it maybe was even better: the room came with what the guy manning the front desk called a Midarahanbaiki. Even with his nanites teaching him conversational Japanese, this didn’t quite translate. But he could still google things on Cumdumpster’s phone, and discovered that this literally translated as something like “Filthy Slut Vending Machine.”

In this case, it wasn’t a literal vending machine, though he later learned that several places sort of like that actually did exist in Tokyo. This was the upscale version, where a tablet provided in his room allowed him to pick pretty much whatever girl he wanted and have them brought to his room. He could choose her hair color, body type, age, and many others, and request specific skills or specialties.

The Professor found it hard to believe they would have enough women ready at 2pm on a weekday in a huge hotel for all of these choices to be available, but he figured he’d try it out. As Cumdumpster waited on the low-slung bed of their traditional-style Japanese room, staring blankly up at the ceiling, he selected a Japanese girl in her 20s with pink hair with decent-sized breasts who identified as bisexual. Mostly just to see if they could actually do it.

As he waited, he walked over and used the Portable Visual Recalibrator to put Cumdumpster under, just for a moment. He told her that she would always tell him the truth when asked a direct question. Then he released her back to normal consciousness and asked her if she thought she was at the right time in her cycle to be ovulating. She looked at him, swallowed, and said “Yes.”

That all took less than two minutes, but right after Cumdumpster made this admission, there was a knock on their door. He slid it open and a girl exactly as he had specified was standing in front of him.

“Konichiwa,” she said with a smile. She bowed briefly, then, at a gesture from him, stepped inside their room, closed the door behind her, and knelt on one of the floor mats. She introduced herself as Reiko, then said nothing further, waiting patiently for instructions.

The Professor glanced over at Cumdumpster. She had sat up on the bed, fidgeting nervously with her hair, eyes unfocused. She crossed her legs, but couldn’t hide how wet she was.

“Cumdumpster,” The Professor asked, “what would you do to get permission to orgasm? Just once.”

She quietly said. “Anything.”

“Would you give up everything, all of your ambitions, everything you worked to get out of Indiana for, if I let you come?”

“Yes.”

So he could do whatever he wanted to Kara McAllister. But what exactly did he want? And what about this timeline? He’d seen the world now. Was it what he had wanted, or was there still work to do? Maybe the two things were connected.