PART 7:
James stepped out into the surreal landscape of frozen time. He
thought he would never get used to it. His brain was used to
taking cues from certain postures, but in this world, posture
meant nothing. A man running full-tilt after a Frisbee was moving
at exactly the same speed as a man sitting, reading a book. Which
is to say, not at all.
Even odder, he had never in his life experienced a total block of
odor. We are at times without sight; turn the light out and your
vision is gone. We are often without touch; feeling nothing
beyond our own bodies. We are even at times without hearing,
as anyone who has had a double-ear infection can testify. But we
are never without smell. The most primal, subtle of senses.
But suddenly he was the only creature on earth moving. The only
creature making sound. The only thing with a scent signature.
The only living thing on earth moving with purpose and freedom.
As he wandered among the students out on the quad, he tingled
with excitement. They were all frozen! Trapped and helpless. He
alone on the earth had free-will. He alone.
What a feeling of power. How seductive and sweet!
He walked up to a cute little blonde with glasses. He caressed her
pert little tits. He reached down and cupped her ass in both hands.
Her young ass cheeks were firm and round. As he pressed
against her, kneading her ass from the front, he breathed deep. He
thought he could smell the ghost of strawberry shampoo. Was
he bringing her closer to the time-divide? What the hell did that
even mean?
His dick was rock-hard in his pants. Once again, he felt the guilt,
but less sharp.
He stepped back from the pert blonde. Nice, he thought. What
else? Looking around, he spotted a fiery redhead at the other end
of the quad. He'd seen her before, the kind of ginger with curly
hair and lots of freckles. She had a ripe, full body that was almost
too perfect.
He jogged over to her. She was frozen in conversation with a
friend.
He waved a hand in front of her face. He knew it was silly, but
couldn't help himself. She was so damned cute! Bright green eyes
and button nose. Freckles all over the place.
James took one shoulder of her sun dress and slowly pulled it
down. Interesting. Even though the neckline of her dress was
clearly pulled tight, when he let go, it stayed in place. If he started
time again, he knew, it would spring back, but for now it stayed
where he put it.
He pulled the dress further down until one bra-capped tit was
exposed. He let the neckline go, expecting it to snap back in place,
but no, it stayed where he had left it. Again he felt a thrill as the
true scope of his power sunk in.
He put the dress back in place and lifted her arms. They stayed in
position as he tugged the thin dress up and off her body.
And oh, my God, what a body! Lush and pale, she was the very
form of woman. Her large, proud breasts spilled out over the top
of the cups of her bra. Her cotton panties strained to cover her
womanly hips and buttocks. As James moved around behind her,
he saw the dimples above each buttock that he loved so much.
He went down on one knee and just kissed one dimple, then the
next. He massaged her lush ass with both hands and rained kisses
down on her lower back and tush.
Staying on his knees, he shuffled around to her front. He saw with
pleasure that her cotton panties puffed out a bit. Evidence of a
healthy bush. He felt a tinge of guilt, but not enough to stop him.
He slowly pulled her panties down.
Ah, what a glorious bush. It was a flame red triangle centered
between her pale, perfect legs. He took a moment and just buried
his face in the curls. He could smell her faintly, and it smelled very,
very good.
He decided to reposition. This turned out to be easier than he
expected. He laid out her dress, then began pushing her back.
However, at no point did he have to support her weight. He had
to exert strength to move her, but once she was moved, she
stayed there. At one point he stopped and admired her. Her feet
were still on the ground, but he had pushed her upper body back,
and her arms were at her sides. She looked for all the world like a
person levitating a foot off the ground. Hell, he supposed that was
exactly what she was.
He thought about what would happen if he were to suddenly
restore time. She would fall to the ground, then no doubt start
screaming at her sudden nakedness. He shook his head. That was
Arthur's kind of trick. He wasn't like that, he thought, as he pushed
the living doll all the way to the ground.
He moved her legs apart and studied her pussy. It was amazing.
Fire red hair everywhere, and beautiful, puffy outer lips. He
reached up and spread them, marveling at the flower-like beauty
of her cunny. He couldn't resist. He kissed her right on the clit
button. Soon, he was lapping at her cunt with long, greedy licks.
She tasted divine, musky and womanly and sweet. The hothouse
smell of her pussy soon surrounded them, and he was pleased to
once again find that she was getting wetter and wetter. God, the
taste was maddening! It was setting off something primal in his
blood. His cock was rock hard in his jeans and twitching with
every lick.
Quickly, he pushed down his jeans and boxers. His cock was
standing straight out, pulsing with desire. He looked down at the
beautiful but motionless doll in front of him. Her eyes stared at the
sky, her face frozen with a look of faint amusement. Her body
was milky pale, and perfectly curved. And her pussy was matted
with moisture, outer lips swollen and slick.
I should not be doing this, he thought as he knee-walked closer to
her supine form. However, his cock seemed to have a mind of its
own. It was like a heat seeking missile that was moving of its own
volition towards the hot slick center of the girl.
He rubbed his cock head around the gooey juice that was leaking
from her pussy. He could see a drop of pre cum form at the tip of
his cock, and he smeared it along her slit. He was in perfect
position, his penis rock hard and ready at the entrance of her
vagina. He knew she was wet enough to take him all the way in
one stroke, if she was able to take him all, that was.
Penis size was one area James did not have to be jealous of
Arthur. Arthur was average. James was huge. Nine-plus inches
and thick.
He held his fuck-pole in one hand and lowered himself onto his
other elbow for balance. That's when he made a mistake. He
looked up at the girl's pretty, innocent face.
Guilt flooded through him. This was a human being, not a fuck
doll! He felt his cock softening. He just couldn't do it. She was not
consenting, thus it was rape. All bullshit talk of godhood aside,
rape was rape. He stood up, frustrated.
He just stood there, looking at the fire-kissed goddess at his feet,
his harsh breathing the only sound in the world. He shook his
head. Damn it, he thought, I can't do it. Oh, but he wanted to.
Very badly.
He took the time to dress the woman, and pose her as close as
perfectly where she had been as possible. He took a minute
studying her, then decided to check on one of Arthur's claims. He
retrieved the spine, found an out of the way shadowy place
between two bushes, and popped the spine back in place.
The world came instantly to life with what seemed like brazen
loudness. Shouts from the quad sounded too loud. He could
smell the fresh cut grass again, and the redhead...
Was clenching her dress in one hand, leaning over a bit, and
moaning. It was the sexiest god damn thing James had ever seen.
A beautiful woman, in full view of half a dozen people, was
cumming hard. Her friend, who she had been speaking to, looked
at her with concern in her eyes. Was her friend in pain?
James could imagine the juice trickling down her thighs, and he
remembered that he'd smeared his own precum along that hot
little slit. His own cock was painfully hard as he watched her
slowly gather her wits, look around in horror, and rush off.
It was the single sexiest thing he'd ever seen. And he had done it.
He had forced her to have an orgasm. He had tasted her pussy.
He had not asked permission. He had taken his pleasure. The
power was his and his alone...
Well, his and Arthur's, that was. He sat there in the shadows
rubbing the new stubble on his jaw. The thought made him quite
uncomfortable.