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The time spine

The time spine

By Aaanuoluwapo in 23 Jul 2018 | 08:09
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Prologue:
James sighed and looked down at his former best friend. It was
hard to believe the end was near, but he could not discount the
evidence of his own eyes. Arthur's face was a map of wrinkles.
His lips were thin and trembled slightly with each labored breath.
What hair was left on his splotchy head was wispy and white.
Arthur was the very image of a dying old man, skeletal chest
rising almost imperceptibly with each shallow breath. The room
smelled of piss and decay. James could barely stand it. But he was
Arthur's only friend left in the world. Although they'd had a falling
out a few years ago, he felt he owed it to his old friend to stay on
until he'd breathed his last.
Damned fool Arthur, thought James, you never did know when
to quit.
He looked around at the lavishly appointed room. The furniture in
the bedroom alone was worth more than James' entire home.
Arthur had become quite rich in his old age, apparently. Not
surprising one bit, all things considered.
The nurse came in and turned Arthur gently on his side, checked
his blood pressure, and glanced at his catheter bag. She looked up
at James, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
What a handsome young man, she thought. He had dark hair, cut
short, and though his face was troubled, there was a calm
confidence about him that was both comforting and attractive.
She put his age in the early thirties.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, "Was he your
grandfather?"
James was startled out of his reverie. "No, we went to college
together," he said with a sigh, looking down at the wasted old
man in the bed.
"College?" she said with confusion, "I don't understand, was he a
professor?"
He turned to her and seemed to really see her for the first time.
"You mean you don't know?" he said softly. "Arthur Ellis is exactly
the same age as I am: twenty-six."
She looked at the desiccated old man on the bed and shook her
head. "Surely you're joking. This man is in his eighties if he's a day
old."
James shook his head gently and told the lie he'd been telling
everyone else. "He has a rare genetic disease that accelerated his
aging. All we can do now is try to ease his passing."
The nurse put a hand to her generous bosom and looked down at
Arthur. "The poor soul! He won't get his fair share of years on this
earth." She did a quick sign of the cross; forehead, chest,
shoulders.
But James was deep in thought again. Arthur had no rare disease.
The truth was much stranger.
It was an unbelievable tale of supernatural forces beyond
understanding. A tale of perversion. A tale of utter and naked
debauchery. A tale of the corrupting influence of boundless
power, of brother against brother.
And, he hoped, perhaps by the end of all this, a tale of
redemption.
23 Jul 2018 | 08:09
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23 Jul 2018 | 09:40
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@jummybabe
23 Jul 2018 | 09:42
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Seated
24 Jul 2018 | 03:39
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wat a promising story
24 Jul 2018 | 05:59
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Right here thanks @aaanuoluwapo
24 Jul 2018 | 06:31
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PART 1: James and Arthur ran at breakneck speed through the forest. James was lagging behind, as usual. Though he was larger and stronger than his best friend, Arthur was fleeter of foot. He watched his friend running ahead of him, the rays of the late- afternoon sun slanting in bars through the forest canopy. Arthur's golden hair flashed brightly every time the sun touched it, and James once again felt a surge of love for his good friend. Arthur, the golden boy. Popular and engaging, complexion like warm sunshine, he could have had anyone on campus for a best mate. James often wondered why he'd chosen an introvert like himself. But not today. Today was not a day for reflection. Spring was in full riotous explosion all around, and their finals were done as of twenty minutes ago. They were free for the summer, having finished their first full year of college. The world was theirs! He felt the warm burn of muscles worked hard, and his body positively thrummed with youthful health. Blood surged through his veins and his breath came fast and strong in his chest. He felt the soft soil of the forest floor pushing back against his feet, and he knew there would never be a day to match this one. The boys finally came to their destination. The woods opened up to the blue sky above a deep pond. A waterfall tumbled down from a cliff on one side, and the pool overflowed into a creek bed on the other. It was idyllic; a perfect, secluded swimming hole. The boys stripped off their clothes and jumped in the cold water, screaming at the outrage of the shock. They swam around, playing and splashing for a while, and it almost seemed like they were boys again, without a care in the world beyond saving for their next comic. After a while, they got out of the water and luxuriated in the heat of the sun on their naked bodies. They were not in the least self- conscious around each other. They'd been friends much too long for that. Going out for sports together, learning about girls together, they'd seen each other nude enough to take any novelty out of it. James looked over at Arthur and felt the old pang of jealousy. Arthur was like a Greek god. Perfectly proportioned, finely muscled, hairless, and completely at ease in his skin. Not like James. He was dark complected, dark of hair, and dark of mood. His body was hairy where Arthur's was sleek, blocky and blunt-muscled where Arthur's was lithe. He knew he was a handsome man, in his own way, but compared to Arthur, he felt a brutish bear. Even his penis seemed comically large. They chatted about classes, finals, and various professors for a while, letting the sun and the buzzing of insects calm and soothe them. After a while, Arthur suddenly jumped into the water again. James just laid back and let the gentle breeze tickle his chest-hair. He looked at a lone cloud, far above, while he waited for the sound of his friend surfacing. After what seemed like a couple minutes, James sat up and looked around. The pool's surface was placid, and Arthur was nowhere to be seen. "Arthur!" he shouted, starting to get alarmed. No reply. He looked around helplessly. The placid, late-spring scene was suddenly mocking. Another minute passed, with no sign of his friend. He jumped in the water and began swimming around the perimeter of the pool, diving occasionally. He was starting to grow frantic when Arthur suddenly emerged, next to the waterfall. He gasped hugely upon emerging, and turned a flashing smile to James. "Jim, you gotta see this. There's a cave behind the waterfall!" With that he turned and dove under the water once again. James swam over to the same general area, and dove as well. Keeping his eyes open in the clear, clean water, he could see dim shapes below, and when he looked up he saw the driving bubbles where the water was crashing down from above. Sure enough, the lake bed went beyond and behind the curtain of churning bubbles. He swam back and surfaced on the other side of the waterfall. Indeed, there was a small cave carved out of the living rock. Arthur was just climbing out of the water onto a deep ledge in the back of the cave. "Can you fucking believe this?" shouted Arthur above the din of the waterfall. "Look, people have been back here." James swam over and pulled himself out of the water next to his friend. He saw that there were indeed signs of habitation. There was an old fire, now just ashes and blackened sticks. Some old animal skins were piled against the wall, and a pig-iron pot sat half-in the fire pit. The two young men, flush with the excitement of a new discovery, went about searching the area for interesting relics. In the end, they amassed a small pile of found items in the middle of the cave ledge. An old spoon that seemed to have one edge sharpened. A handful of leather strips or thongs. Three fine little arrow heads. What appeared to be a very old carved wooden boat. A chipped marble. And that was it. James felt his shoulders sag. He'd been entertaining the adolescent fantasy of hidden treasure. It seemed there was none to be found. But Arthur was not to be brought down. "Isn't this the best?" He said, his blue eyes flashing, "We found some old hobo's cave- house." He looked around, eyes bright, and said, "I wonder if he was an Indian?" The two young men looked at each other, and suddenly they were twelve year-old boys again, able to dream and believe anything. Almost perfectly in time, they both began laughing. It was the free, open laugh you have when you realize you're being childish, and you don't give a damn. They both laughed for quite a while, occasionally breaking into fresh gales. As the giggles finally subsided, James thought again what a good friend he had. He was not one to laugh much, left to his own devices, but Arthur just had a way about him. Good cheer and laughter surrounded him. They were gathering up their loot and turning to leave when Arthur suddenly stopped and walked over to the moldy old furs against the wall. One of them looked more solid than the others, and sure enough, upon closer inspection, he found it to be a bundle, tied with more of the leather thongs. This set James' heart beating again, as the child inside dared to dream of hidden treasure. Arthur laid out the bundle and pulled at the ends of the leather strips, slowly undoing the knots securing them. Finally, he began to unroll the bundle. After rolling the bundle fully open, they both gazed down at the strangest thing they had ever seen. It was a human spinal cord, carefully cleaned and preserved. It appeared ancient, yellow-brown with age, and grotesque in its twisting nakedness. James hated it, just a little, without knowing why. Arthur and James looked at each other with a strange and unspoken fore-knowledge. They somehow knew their lives would never be the same.
24 Jul 2018 | 14:13
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Hmm.....
25 Jul 2018 | 02:59
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Seated
25 Jul 2018 | 06:56
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Ride on
25 Jul 2018 | 06:57
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Nice start. Seated.
25 Jul 2018 | 17:34
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U guys should be careful oo..... Ride on!!!
25 Jul 2018 | 18:14
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still observing
26 Jul 2018 | 04:22
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hmmmmmm
26 Jul 2018 | 05:12
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PART 2: The boys brought their loot back to their dorm room, and spent some time trying to reconstruct what kind of person might have lived under the falls. Possibly some old hermit or Native American holy man. James loved to create interesting imaginary back- stories in the world around him. He wanted to be a writer, and he knew the world was full of interesting tales, if you knew where to look. Arthur, on the other hand, was not the creative type. He seemed to enjoy his friend's flights of fancy, but his own mind was much more practical. James would dream up an adventure, but Arthur was the one who could actually plan and execute it. It was one of the things about their friendship that made them so well matched. Quite different, but complimentary. Arthur was sitting on the bed, examining the ancient vertabra, while James was rattling on about a crippled old native shaman and the people from the village who left food beside the waterfall. His attention was more inside his head than out, so what happened next was not clear until later. Arthur twisted one of the bones of the spine and it popped with a dusty, somehow painful sound. The little pop resounded in their heads and actually caused a bit of physical pain. But even odder, Arthur was not on the bed any more. James turned around and saw that Arthur was now standing behind him, a stunned look on his face. He knew his own face must be mirroring his friend's incredulous surprise. What in the hell had just happened? He started to ask, but was interrupted by his friend's excited babble. "Oh my God!" Arthur said in wonderment, "I don't believe it. I don't fucking believe it." He shook his head as if to clear away cobwebs. "It actually happened. I think it actually happened. Good God..." Clearly his friend had gone mad. He was not talking sense. And, although James had not been paying close attention, how had Arthur snuck up behind him like that? Odd... Arthur just kept babbling, obviously in a state of shock. Finally James stood and took his friend by the shoulders. "Arthur. Calm down." Once he caught the gaze of those blue eyes, he continued to talk soothingly. "Now, listen my friend, talk slowly. Tell me. What happened?" Arthur drew a deep breath and seemed to calm down. His eyes were filled with wonder still, but the panicked edge seemed to have dimmed. He looked down and saw that he was still holding the old spinal column. He handed it to James dumbly and made a twisting motion with his hands. "You try," he said, through dry lips. "Give it a twist." James felt there would be no harm in indulging his shell-shocked friend's odd request. If it helped to calm the old boy, then, what the hell? He gave the spine a firm twist and heard the same popping sound as before. Again, it seemed much too loud and piercing to be produced by old bones. And thus, with his mind on the odd sound, he became aware of something quite strange. Perfect silence. Moments before, the world had been filled with sounds of the campus. Birds singing, laughter out on the quad, the sound of a soccer game behind the dorm house. Now there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. He had never heard silence so complete in his whole life. He turned to comment when he discovered the next oddity. Arthur was sitting stock still. Not moving one inch. James gasped when he realized his friend was not even breathing! He forced his own breath to remain even, as panic rose in his chest. What the hell was going on? He glanced out the window and suddenly understood. A soccer ball was frozen mid-air. Two students were running full tilt after it, yet were not moving at all. They were statue-still. He looked around and spotted a bird suspended unmoving in the sky. The whole world was frozen. Frozen in time.
26 Jul 2018 | 16:17
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PART 3: Once he got a grip on what was happening, as crazy as it seemed, he remembered what had started this all off. Arthur must have had the same experience! He looked down at the spine in his hands and saw that one of the vertebra was out of line. He walked around behind Arthur and popped it back in place. Sure enough, the world came swimming back to life. Arthur slowly turned around and the two young men just stood staring at each other with wonder and dawning excitement. "Did you..." started Arthur. "Yes, I..." blurted James They both stammered nonsense for a bit as their minds tried to wrap around the truth. Finally they both gave up and just started laughing hysterically. After a good cleansing laugh, they both seemed to have calmed down a bit and they sat down together on the edge of Arthur's bed. Not surprisingly, Arthur was the first to string together a complete sentence. "It bloody stops time, James." There. It was out there. The impossible truth. James looked his friend in the eye, and they both smiled as the implications seeped in. "My God," said James, "We can do..." "Anything we want to do," finished Arthur. The two best friends looked wonderingly at each other as cheers went up outside. Someone must have scored a goal. Arthur got a twinkle in his eye and reached out and grasped the spine. "I'm going again." Before James could say a word, the piercing pop echoed through his head and Arthur was gone. Or, well, not. He actually just blinked a couple feet away on the bed. He was breathing hard, and his cheeks were flushed. "My God, James, I've just been down to the soccer match." His face was suffused with joy and wonder. "Take a look." James went to the window. The soccer game had come to an end amid confusion. The players were wandering the field, apparently searching for something. Arthur giggled and pointed to the sidelines. A young man was looking down at his belly, where something large bulged under his t-shirt. By now, some of the players had noticed and they were pointing at him and shouting. The young man reached in and pulled the soccer ball out of his shirt and threw it to the nearest player. Everyone began laughing, thinking it a prank, and play soon resumed. The young man in the t-shirt wasn't laughing. Arthur was positively glowing with excitement. "James, it was amazing. I snatched the ball out of the air where it stood frozen. Yet when I pulled at it, it came into my hands right away." He barely took time to breathe, he was speaking so fast. "I had to move that fellow's arm to put the ball under his shirt. It moved to exactly where I put it, then froze there." His eyes blazed. "Do you know what that means, my friend?" James, who was still processing all of this, shook his head dumbly. Arthur's smile widened and perfect white teeth flashed. "We can change things, James. We can move things. We can... touch things." James shook his head, not in refusal but in confusion. "What do you mean touch things? Of course you can." Arthur's grin became feral. "Do you see that girl on the side line, the one with the perfect tits?" James nodded. She was quite beautiful. "I had a right good feel," he said, leering. "You what?" James yelped. Leave it to his friend to find the perverted side to any situation. And yet... as he thought deeper, he felt a thrill. Now he knew what his friend meant when he said they could do anything they wanted. "Bloody hell..." he mumbled to himself. James looked up suddenly through his dark bangs and said, "Let me have another go." Arthur smiled a wolfish smile and handed the old relic over. He firmly grasped the worn old spine and gave it a twist. With a painful "pop," the world stopped. He turned past his frozen friend, and opened the door.
26 Jul 2018 | 16:22
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OK, following. I know there wld be a repercussion 4 dis
27 Jul 2018 | 09:47
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Hmmmmm
27 Jul 2018 | 10:59
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mumu pipo
27 Jul 2018 | 11:33
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u don get new power be dat now
27 Jul 2018 | 12:32
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Weird
28 Jul 2018 | 00:54
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I can see u guys are really having fun with ur new discovery but ma advise is,u ve got to be careful with it before it lands u guys in trouble!!!
28 Jul 2018 | 13:03
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Still observing
28 Jul 2018 | 19:44
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PART 4: Once again, the first thing that struck him was the absolute silence. Not a creak or thud was to be heard in all the dorm house. He walked through the unearthly silence, hearing only his own breathing and footfalls. He shivered a bit as he stepped out into the day. No wind blowing. No distant shouts. No birds chirping. He felt like the last man alive on the earth. He took a moment to just look around. It felt as if he had somehow entered a photograph. All around him were unmistakable postures of motion; birds flying, people running, a ball sailing in mid-air. Yet nothing was moving at all. It was downright eerie. Suddenly, he caught sight of the shapely young woman Arthur had pointed out. He moved to the sidelines and looked closely at her. She was definitely one of the beautiful people. Every once in a while, God seemed to deem it good to give one person everything. This woman had gorgeous wavy brown hair with copper highlights, a cute little heart-shaped face with a delicate chin, and an absolutely perfect body. Nice, medium-sized tits, a tight waist, and a round little bubble butt. She was standing, hands clasped in front of her, and she appeared to be yelling something. James moved around behind her and tried to follow her line of sight. Ah yes, there was a young man about to score a goal. That's who she was clearly cheering for. He wondered... a boyfriend? Or just an admired athlete? He moved back around in front, and waved his hands in front of her face. He put the spine down, careful not to straighten the kink. Standing back up, he moved closer to the doll-like woman in front of him. He carefully unclasped her hands. Arthur was right. She moved according to his will, but as soon as he released her, she stayed in that pose. He took a few moments having a little fun, arranging her in the Nazi salute, putting a finger up her nose, and other childish things. After a while, though, he could not ignore the rush he was getting from having absolute power over such a gorgeous woman. He put her hands down by her sides and grasped the hem of her sweater. Looking around, he slowly tugged the material upwards, revealing a tan, trim midriff. Finally he rolled the sweater up past her plump titties and just stared at her bra-capped mounds. He ran his hands along her tummy and sides, loving the cool feeling of her soft skin. It was then he realized something else. He could smell nothing. Well, he could smell his own cologne, but that was it. No fresh cut grass, no blooming trees, not even this beautiful woman's perfume. It seemed aromas were locked in the same stasis as everything else. Well, I've come this far, he thought. He reached up and pulled the cups away from her breasts. Yep. Perfect. Each breast a smooth globe of rosy flesh, topped with a perky little nipple. He spent a moment squeezing and kneading them, feeling their taut firmness. He noticed to his surprise that after a few moments, the nipples hardened. How strange! "In for a penny," he mumbled to himself as he grabbed the edge of her tight yoga pants. He pulled them straight down and was surprised to find she was wearing no panties. Well, that's one way to get rid of panty lines, he thought. He was disappointed to find that she was completely shaven down there. Most girls were nowadays, and James never understood it. A thick bush was a sign of a real woman, in his opinion. A shaven snatch was vaguely suggestive of extreme youth, and that sickened him. He moved around behind and was awarded a fine view of her athletic ass. Nicely rounded buttocks tapered down to her upper legs, with a nice little gap between, where nestled her little cunny. He could just barely see the lips from behind. He reached between and ran a finger along the slit. He was surprised to find that as soon as he touched her there, he was able to smell her too. That faint, hothouse smell of young, clean pussy. Somehow he was a catalyst in this situation. By his touch, he brought things close to the surface of the time-divide. That was how he could move things, he supposed. He continued moving his finger along her innocent slit, and was amazed to find it getting slick with juices. Again, he thought that perhaps his touch was the cause. He brought his finger under his nose and breathed deep of her musky sex. His cock was rock hard in his jeans and he fumbled at the zipper. Then he stopped short. He looked around. He was surrounded by hundreds of people. He looked up at the perfect woman in front of him and felt a twinge of guilt. This was no better than rape. She was not consenting to be touched, dammit. He had no right. It was too much like rape. And a quite public rape at that. He just couldn't do it. Cursing his own morality, he spread her ass cheeks one last time and saw that juice had actually dripped down the side of one leg. Her pussy was now red and engorged. How strange! He spent a few more moments running his hands all over her body, relishing the firm curves of her fit, naked, young body, then he carefully replaced her clothing to its former state. Feeling a bit like a creeper, he carefully grabbed the spine and made his way back to the dorm room. "Pop!" the world was back in all its noisy glory. Arthur was smiling, saying, "God, I'll never get used to how you suddenly shift from one place to the other. His eyes grew big, "What's this, then?" He reached up and ran his hand along James' cheek. "You've got stubble, mate. I can swear you didn't a minute ago. James ran a hand along his own jaw. Damned if he wasn't right. He looked closer at Arthur and noticed that he, too, had stubble, but being blond it was less noticeable. Arthur shrugged and said, "Well, it appears something about time-stopping stimulates the follicles or something. Anyway, tell me everything." James went on to explain every detail of his wicked little molestation of the fit young soccer fan. Naturally, Arthur ate it up. Until he got to the end. "Awww, you stopped?" he said incredulously. "Come on man, you've got to leave your scruples behind, man. This is big, bro." He waved his hands around abstractly. "This is bigger than anything we've ever imagined." He leaned forward. "We can have any woman. We can rob any bank. We will never want for anything." His smile had faded and his eyes were hot with intensity. "We are gods, now, James. Get used to it." Something about the way he said it sent shivers up James' back.
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PART 5: The next day, the two friends slept in. The Saturday after the last day of classes was perfectly suited for such slothful indulgence. As the two young men woke up in the late morning, each in turn searched out the spine laying on the desk, as a reminder that yesterday had indeed happened. It was there. Grotesque in its reptilian languidity. Curving almost erotically, daring one to linger upon the unwholesome thought that it had once held the body of a living human being erect. As soon as he laid eyes on it, James realized it repelled him. Then, upon realizing that, he remembered that had been his initial response as well. Even as Arthur had unrolled it from its fur bundle, he had loathed it. There was something, well, something wrong about it. He had to smile at his own line of thought. An ancient spinal cord that could stop time... could that possibly be "right?" But none of that really mattered. He and Arthur had spent hours last night discussing the possible uses for the spine. Arthur was right. If they played it smart, they would never need to work another day in their lives. This was life-changing big. And from time to time their conversation had taken darker turns. They could have any woman they wanted, any time they wanted. It had yet to be proven that they could have sex with a time- frozen woman, but from the evidence so far; erect nipples, engorged labia, lubricated vaginas, it seemed quite likely they could, and with ease. It made James distinctly uncomfortable to talk about, and each time he tried to steer the conversation around to other things. But deep inside, he felt it too. It was indescribable, the feeling of power. It changed his whole world view. Nothing could stop them now. A car wreck? Stop time and get out of the car. A mugging? Stop time and deliver the thug to the police station. A tornado? A flood? Earthquake? Trifles. The power of time trumped all. Arthur was right. They were now gods. And what god had ever cared one whit for the morality of taking tribute from mortals? The thought scared him. And excited the hell out of him at the same time. Around noon, the two went down to the commissary to get lunch. As they took their trays to a quiet corner of the Student Union building, Arthur began to speak. He had clearly been thinking while lying in bed, and he had quite a bit to say. "Listen," he began, "I've been thinking a lot about this." He stuffed a chicken nugget dripping with maple syrup into his mouth. "We've got to find a fair way to share the spine. There's bound to be conflicts eventually as to when we want to use it. So I say we get things clear right up front." James nodded. Arthur was always a stickler for details, and so far this attention to detail had gotten good results. "Go on, then," he prodded, to fill the pause. "To me, the easiest solution is to just switch days." He waved his fork to the left and right. "We each get the spine every other day. Naturally we'll be flexible if one of us needs it on an off day, but we're best mates. That won't be a problem." James nodded. He hadn't really thought about any of this, but it made sense. "Further," Arthur went on, "We won't always be living together, you know. Someday we'll have our own homes. When that happens, a daily switch-off will become inconvenient if not impossible." James nodded again. Amazing, he thought, he's thinking years ahead and I'm still thinking about that fit young girl's wet little twat. "So I figured," continued Arthur, chewing slowly, "If we live in the same town, we'll switch weekly, and if we live in separate towns, monthly. Sound square to you?" he said, raising his eyebrows. James was suddenly uncomfortable. He and Arthur had never had a need to so legalistically outline the boundaries of their common property. Hell, they had shared girlfriends with less fuss than this! But he recognized that this was in a class by itself. This was something entirely new. Well, at least to them. The power of godhood was not to be lightly handled, he supposed. He was put somewhat on the defensive by his friend's proprietary attitude, but he dismissed it as silly. This was Arthur. Good old Arthur, painting by the numbers once again. He may not be creative, but he was a great administrator and executor. Some of the best parties known to mankind had been carefully constructed by Arthur Ellis. And he planned each and every detail, down to the individual flavors of the jello shots. Finding himself comfortably back inside the trust and love of their friendship, he nodded emphatically. "Smart idea to get things clear up front. Why don't you take it today?" Arthur's sunny smile was almost blinding. "I knew you would say that, my dearest friend. I accept." James and Arthur parted ways after lunch. James was going to the Green Party rally that was scheduled for that evening, and as usual, Arthur would have none of that hippie shit. Sometimes James could not even believe they were friends. He, the shy, dark, introverted, intellectual liberal, and Arthur, who looked like a poster boy for fraternities everywhere, and who would likely someday become a successful businessman and card-carrying conservative. But none of that matters now, he realized. Everything is different, and he knows it. It's a different game, now. For some reason, that gave him the creeps. He felt as though he was looking over the edge of a vast, dark, canyon. What hidden peril lay in those dark, hidden depths? And why did he suddenly feel as if he and Arthur were on different teams? That was silly. They were mates for life. And yet James was not blindly stupid. His mind did not work the same way as Arthur's. He tended to be more trusting, and more optimistic in general, but he was no Pollyanna. He knew the world was filled with bad people precisely because bad people were so good at justifying their own bad deeds. At the Green Party rally, he had trouble concentrating on any of the speeches. He couldn't stop thinking about the Time Spine. If we are gods when we hold it, he thought sadly, what are we when it goes to the other fellow? And thus James, long behind his friend, came to realize that the gift of godhood was one not easily shared. To be a god one day, and a mortal the next. How maddening! How frightening. What if the mugger found you on your off day? What if the car accident came while you were empty-handed? What if his friend, obviously ahead of him in this line of thought, already had plans to take and keep the time spine for himself? He shook off the implications. He could trust Arthur, damn it! He would not give in to self-fulfilling prophesies of mistrust. Mistrust only begat mistrust. He would believe in his friend until proven otherwise. Thus girded, he finally turned his thoughts away from troubling things. A few minutes later, he saw a group of freshmen he recognized from Intro to Philosophy. Two girls and a guy, nerdy as hell. In other words, exactly his kind of people. He walked over and began a conversation based on their professor's flatulence. Within a few moments, they were chatting easily and even getting into some "deep" philosophical discussions. James never took the time to think how rare this was. He had never walked up to a group of strangers, charmed them, and become part of their group easily in his entire life. Never. It was something completely new under the sun. The truth was, and is; one cannot remain unchanged in the face of godhood. It is impossible.
10 Aug 2018 | 10:20
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@jummybabe @dabinto @royalgold @maagbimga82 @bukolami @skyblueking @john joewe @ireoluwa Emmanuel @prosper yeboah @~brytee
10 Aug 2018 | 18:31
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@aaanuoluwapo it @fb-joshuajohn not johnjoewe
11 Aug 2018 | 07:45
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Ride on please
11 Aug 2018 | 08:01
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Next
11 Aug 2018 | 10:12
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Mistrust brought d world to where it is, so James never welcome dat into ur friendship until d other party proofs himself otherwise.
11 Aug 2018 | 12:53
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I'm beginning to fear for de veracity of ur friendship cos Dis time spine is going to create problems between u guys one day!!!
11 Aug 2018 | 14:26
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Next
11 Aug 2018 | 15:45
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power comes in friendship go awt
11 Aug 2018 | 16:45
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*Rushes into thread after a delayed call* +wipes away sweat+ @Aaanuoluwapo ah greet u o... though am late.,. sowie b0ss! make it bloody pls, ah lyk horror scenes, you got a nice and fascinating work hia... wouldnt mind following til the end.
13 Aug 2018 | 13:21
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PART 6: When he awoke the next morning, the first thing James saw in his mind's eye was the face of one of the girls he had met the day before. Sarah. Such a smart, sexy little thing! She was exactly his type, dark eyes set deep in dark eye sockets, dark hair like charcoal scratches falling around her face. Wild and unkempt, while simultaneously brilliant and creative. The things she said surprised him, and that was unusual. One of the reasons he was so reclusive was the boredom of human interaction. He loathed "small talk." He was incapable of pretending he cared about the trivialities of others' lives. But Sarah was anything but trivial. Her mind was keen and questioning, while also quirky and original. He sat up in bed, a bit nonplussed by the amount of hard-drive space this girl seemed to be occupying in his brain. He looked over and saw that Arthur had made it back some time last night. He did a double-take, noticing the light golden beard on his friend's face. Stimulates the follicle indeed, he thought, that thing's a fucking beard machine! By the time Arthur woke up, James was thinking about going down to the commissary on his own to grab a bite. Arthur yawned, stretched, scratched his beard and sat up. He seemed a bit disoriented, so Jamie supplied, "Well, where were you last night, Grizzly Adams?" James saw that mischievous spark in his friend's eye. "My god. Where wasn't I? James, this thing... it's bigger than we thought. I walked in and out of businesses. I ran my hands through piles of money. I made the most beautiful women into my mannequins." His eyes were hot and strange. "You'll see. Today is your day." James was a bit out of his comfort zone as the two talked about the... indelicacies... of the night previous. Arthur hadn't fucked a woman yet, but he had progressed to posing, fingering, and madly making out with the cunts of various innocent, unknowing strangers. Even better, to Arthur's perverse mind, was the fact that between one second and the next, these women went from being in a normal, day-to-day situation, to being highly excited, and near orgasm. Instantaneously. He brought a history professor to near orgasm before returning the flow of time with cunt-juice running down her legs. She was a smart woman, so she pulled it off, merging the moan with a word and carrying on, but the more alert students in the front row could clearly smell aroused pussy. He diddled a student sleeping in the back row. Leaned her back. Opened her legs. Licked her little clit until her cunt was flowing with juices and her pussy was a throbbing, sexed-out, red. When he restored time, she awoke with a sexy moan and smell that aroused every male in the room to full erection immediately. The stories just kept coming. Young Arthur had been quite busy. But the stories all had a fairly predictable adolescent mentality that was textbook Arthur. James found himself smiling as Arthur told of hiding another professor's stapler in his own underwear in full view of the class. The rest of the afternoon passed as usual. They played some Black Ops, smoked a bowl, threw darts at the closet door, and in general vegged out. Normal Sunday. But after a while, James started to get an itch. Godhood time. "Hey bro," he said quietly, "I'm ready to stop time. Where's the spine?" Did he see something dark flash in those baby-blues? No. Not Arthur. Arthur looked down, and seemed surprised he had already been holding the nasty, twisty thing. "Here you go," said Arthur, grin frozen in place. James took the repellant thing and walked towards the door. He turned and faced his oldest friend. "God for a day, huh?" Arthur smiled a genuine smile. It was positively golden. There was much love between these two young men. Years of shared experience. Trials suffered through. Hearts broken and mended and broken again. They both heard the pop that changed everything as James entered the frozen country.
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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.
22 Aug 2018 | 16:34
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PART 8: The next day was Arthur's day with the spine, and James was planning on taking a trip to the city. At the last minute, he called Sarah and asked her along. It turned out she was free, and they spent a great day together. She knew all kinds of cool little galleries and coffee shops, and the day seemed to fly by in a joyful blur. They were getting along really well, and he was starting to realize he really liked this girl. She was truly something special. He looked forward to getting to know her a lot better. That night, around ten, Arthur zapped into the room. One minute James was alone, the next his best friend was sitting across from him. "Jesus!" shouted James, "Don't do that!" Arthur was grinning lecherously through a thick beard. "Hah! Got ya!" James threw a pillow at his laughing friend and said, "Take a look at that beard. What the hell?" Arthur shrugged. "I don't know. It seems to grow more the longer I stay in time freeze. Today I spent most of the day that way." James was almost afraid to ask, but he did any way. "So, what did you do, anyway?" "I pushed it to the limits, my friend," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "First off, I went and got these new clothes. Just walked in, picked them out and left." He scooted over closer. "Then, I went by the bank and got some spending money." He threw a stack of hundreds on the table." James just sat ogling the money. "Do you mean to say you brought stolen bank money to our fucking dorm?" Arthur was giggling under his breath, positively filled with glee. "No. Nobody stole it, buddy. It just disappeared. No camera spotted a thief, no one demanded money. It just. Disappeared." He snapped his fingers. James shook his head with disbelief. His friend was far more daring than he. Arthur stood and walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a coke. "And, my dear old pal, I did it. I fucked a girl." "You what?" James exploded. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, but he had hoped his friend would develop some kind of morality to go with his godhood. "Listen man, that's rape!" Arthur sat down next to James and said, "Don't tell me you didn't think of it. I know you did." The smile faded. "I just had the balls to actually do it." James shook his head. "It's not right, Arthur. You know it's not." Arthur's smile returned. "It's not rape, you idiot. Rape is an experience that a woman has. It is humiliating and destructive because she has to live through it. The women I just fucked did not experience anything other than a confusing sudden orgasm." "The w-women?" James stuttered. "More than one?" Arthur's smirk deepened. "Three. The first three I wanted, I took. It was amazing, James. I posed them any way I wanted them, licked and stroked their bodies, then fucked them. It was the biggest turn on of my life. I've never felt so powerful." James knew what he was talking about, but he was still trying to get his mind around the fact that his friend had just committed triple rape. "Please tell me you used a condom." Arthur just smiled bigger. "My friend, you have no idea what a turn on it was to bend a woman over out on the quad, in full view of everyone, pose her according to your fancy, and fuck her until you cum deep in her unsuspecting twat." Arthur's eyes grew hot. "Then, with my semen deep within their bellies, I dressed them, put them back in position, and started time. It was so fucking hot, James, seeing them double over in sudden orgasm. Knowing their hot little cunts were contracting with pure ecstasy. Knowing my sperm was planted deep inside..." "Jesus, Arthur, that is fucking rape." James shook his head, eyes wide, "You might have something about them not having to experience the actual rape, but fuck, man. They'll have to experience the god-damned pregnancy, won't they?" Arthur shook his head. "You don't understand. You're still going by the old rules. We are fucking gods. We should spread our seed. We should impregnate every woman on this campus!" James looked at his friend with a mixture of awe and disgust. He knew exactly what feeling Arthur was talking about. He had felt the power. But impregnating strangers? That was so far over the line James didn't even know what to say. He grabbed his friend by the arm. "Look, you've got to tone it down. Stores suddenly losing merchandise? Banks losing cash? Women getting randomly pregnant? It's too much, mate. We'll be caught." Arthur grinned madly. "How? How exactly will we be caught?" James could not for the life of him think how. Unless they shared the secret with someone who told on them, they were perfectly safe. The process was too internally closed. Arthur had robbed a bank, a store, and committed three rapes without his real-time body ever even leaving the room. For some reason, the idea that they couldn't be caught was even scarier to James. There were no authorities that would put the brakes on this. No one was going to step in and stop them. They truly could do anything they wanted, and that was a bit frightening. Godhood could be intimidating. They went to sleep that night after talking a bit more. James was thinking about the idea that the redhead he'd almost fucked would not have had to experience the actual rape. Did that make it okay? God, of course not. But he'd never been with a woman that hot before. How badly he'd wanted to push inside her slick, ginger cunt. He fell asleep amid turmoil and strife. Tomorrow was his day to be a god.
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Hmm...... The end will not be good
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