The Retcon

Author's Note: Now that this story seems to have caught on a bit, I feel compelled to add a small disclaimer here. This story is solely intended to be sexy, and not to as any kind of manifesto or anything like that. Or, to borrow a phrase from the the great Alltheseroadworks, "my kinks are not my politics." Don't try this at home, kids!

The Professor ran to his lab as fast as his feet could carry him. This world, he had realized, would never understand. His inventions were wonderful, a gift to the world. A means to finally control the women of the world, to put them back where they belonged, in total service to men. But this world had rejected him and his ideas.

He had barely begun to put his plan in place, to subdue the women he most desired through his inventions, when the authorities caught up with him. He had not waited for the female judge and mostly female jury to convict him. He knew the outcome. He realized now that this society would never truly accept him and his ideas. Never really accept that the true place of a woman was naked, on her knees, with a cock in her mouth. How much better the world would be if everyone understood that. Now he realized they never would.

But they underestimated just how brilliant The Professor was. Not all of his inventions had been solely created to control women. No, some had other purposes.

He ran into his laboratory, but frowned when he saw it had mostly been ransacked. Papers were strewn over the floor, his beakers shattered, chairs overturned. However, he smiled when he saw that his machine was still there. He had made it to seem as inconspicuous as possible, and that had saved it. It looked much like a complicated watch, sitting undisturbed on one of the shelves. He grabbed it and slipped it onto his wrist.

It had been a simple matter to escape. The portable version of his visual recalibrator device looked much like a pen. It contained a light source which, when shined into a subject’s eyes, placed their brain activity into a state in which it could be reshaped by outside forces. An authoritative voice speaking to the subject, for instance, could completely and permanently alter a subject in that state.

Once one of his old girls had smuggled one into him, well, it was easy to have the Guards let him out of his cell and escort him out of the jail. But it was only a matter of time until the authorities caught up with him, and they would likely take further precautions this time.

So, he grabbed his device, and a handful of other leftover gadgets he could find. His laptop with its revamped power source. A vial of nanites capable of self-reproducing and entering and then reprogramming the human brain. That portable pen light. Not to mention several other surprises. He put them all a backpack, along with some basic supplies, and stood in the center of his lab. Then he turned his attention to the device he now wore on his wrist. His Time Travel Device.

If this world would not accept him, he would make a new one. He would go back and change things until women knew their place. Until that hot MILF Judge never thought to do anything but beg him to fuck her up her ass. Until every painting in the Louvre showed bitches with cum on their faces. Until every woman in history submitted to men with a smile, and was thrilled about it.

But where to start? Go back to the beginnings of the feminist movement? Take over and turn the Suffragettes to his purposes? Or maybe things went back further than that. Should he deflower the Virgin Queen, Elizabeth? Tame Cleopatra? Or go back to the very beginnings of the human race, influence the evolution of society?

In a moment, he had made his choice, and input the the date and location into his wrist device. Then he pressed a button on the side. Three seconds later he suddenly appeared to blip from existence and the lab was empty. The world would never be the same.