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(Author's Notes:)This work of fiction is only intended for readers 18 years of age or older. So there!
The Chronos Man Andy Kordell was a prodigy. Raised by a chemist father and a concert pianist mother in San Diego, he had graduated high school at age 16. He could have graduated sooner, but his parents didn't want him to miss out too much on the social aspects of school. He was awarded a full scholarhip to several major universities, but he chose Tulane University, so he could experience New Orleans. He was now 18 and a junior physics major.
Andy spent his spare time working on experiments in the basement of the duplex apartment he shared with his roommate Tom. Ever since he was 12, he was fascinated by light speed. Since current theory stated that nothing could travel faster than the speed of light, Andy was dead set to prove it wrong. He had worked in the physics lab at school, but had to stop when he blew up the lab's very expensive laser in one of his experiments. He had built a very small accelerator in his basement. He had figured out how to >>accelerate atomic particles in a very small space. He was the first to do so, and he kept it private, not wanting anyone to rip off his research. His roommate Tom was a history major and had little concept of Andy's experiments. Andy's latest device was the size of a shoebox. It was a compact laser like device that shot a particle beam at a smoked glass plate. Randy had accelerated particles at near the speed of light, but hadn't succeeded in breaking it. He had put his experiments off for a while in frustration. He spent his mornings in class, and his afternoons tutoring students and working at a computer store.
One sultry night in late August, Andy couldn't sleep. He decided to while away the night working on his experiment. He donned his bathrobe and made his way to the basement. He checked his calculations by the light of the overhead bulb. The time off turned out to be just what he needed. He had made a major miscalculation! He adjusted the settings on the device and threw the switch. The black box started to hum. Then a sudden small shock shook his body. He blinked his eyes as he tried to shake the strange feeling. It felt as if his blood was tingling. He couldn't shake the feeling though. He suddenly felt drowsy. He made sure his experiment was shut down and went back to bed. He fell into a deep sleep.
Andy's alarm clock loudly buzzed on at 7:30. He had purposely set the clock across the room, so he couldn't hit the snooze alarm easily. He hadn't gotten much sleep and was still groggy. "Stop!" he yelled at the clock as he pulled the pillow over his face. He groaned then suddenly noticed the buzzer had stopped. He pulled the pillow down from over his face.
Everything in the room had a strange red glow. He looked at the clock. It still read 7:30, but the alarm was silent. As Andy stared at the clock, he noticed not only was the clock silent, but there was absolutely no sound whatsoever. He shook his head to see if he was dreaming, but he was not. He climbed out of bed and walked to the window. He looked out to the street below. There were cars on the street, but they were not moving. He noticed a bird about ten yards in front of him that was suspended in flight in mid-air. Andy rubbed his eyes. He looked again to see everything still in a state of suspension. He looked down on a nearby table and picked up a snow globe he had purchased on a trip to Wyoming and shook it. The fake snow flakes stopped moving the moment he stopped shaking and hung suspended.
He held the globe about an inch above the table and let it go. The globe hung suspended in the air. Andy sat down on the edge of his bed. He thought about what was happening. He remembered the jolt he received from his experiment, but how could that have given him any powers. Andy thought for a while then gave up. He realized he needed to unfreeze everything. He thought about how time had stopped. He had said "Stop!"
He stood up and looked at his clock, "Begin!" he yelled.
Though he didn't hear his own voice, the buzzer sounded again, the red glow disappeared, and the street noises once again seeped into the room. "Stop!" he said again. Once again the red glow appeared and time stopped in dead silence.
"Begin!" Time started again.
This time Andy just thought, "Stop!" and time stopped.
He yelled "Begin!" in his head and it began again. "Damn, this is so cool!" he said. He stopped time again.
This morning, he would take his time getting ready for school. Andy showered then dried and stopped time while he dressed. He restarted time and walked to the kitchen where Tom was already sitting at the small card table they used for a breakfast table. There was a half eaten piece of wheat toast on a small plate in front of him and he held a cup of coffee in his right hand as his left turned the pages of a newspaper. He looked up at Andy and mumbled "morning."
"Stop!" thought Andy, and the world froze. He looked at Tom suspended over the newspaper. Andy waved his hand in front of Tom's face, but everything remained still. He felt for a pulse on Tom's neck, but there was none even though he could feel the warmth of Tom's skin. "Begin!" he thought.
Tom jumped when he noticed Andy standing almost on top of him. "Damn, dude! How the hell did you move so fast?" Tom glanced up at Andy then back to the newspaper.
"The coffee just hasn't kicked in yet," said a smiling Andy. Andy toasted himself a blueberry Pop-Tart, and poured a cup of coffee. He debated whether to let Tom in on his new power, but he thought he'd >>experiment some first. Andy finished his breakfast, said goodbye to Tom, grabbed his bookbag, and left the apartment. He stopped time after he left the front door. He only lived eight blocks from school, so he usually walked when it wasn't raining. He strolled down the street past frozen cars, people walking their dogs, squirrels digging in lawns, etc. He arrived on campus and started time again.
His first class was a sophomore level English class. The professor was Margaret Villareaux. Dr. Villareaux was a disgruntled writer who had turned to teaching when her manuscripts did not catch on with any publishers. She was 35 years old, about 5'3, 125 pounds, with shoulder length, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a tanned complexion. Andy despised her class because she was always reading misogynist bull shit into everything. According to Dr. Villareaux, the entire history of literature consisted of men trying to subjugate women. The only author's worth a damn according to her, were feminist authors. Andy would have dropped the class if it wasn't for the fact that he needed one last English and this one fit his schedule the best. Andy took his seat in the classroom. He sat near the back with the few other males brave or ignorant enough to brave Dr. Villareaux. Dr. Villareaux entered the class promptly as class was to begin. She set her briefcase on the desk and proceeded to write today's reading selections on the board. "OK, class," she begun, "today we're going to take on Mr. Macho man himself, Ernest Hemingway." She opened her briefcase and took out her notes. As she pulled out her notes, a pen that had been apparently laying on top of them flew out and landed on the floor to the left of her desk. She turned and bent over to pick it up.
"Stop!" thought Andy. Time froze. He walked down to the front of the classroom. Dr. Villareaux was wearing black slacks, a dark blue long sleeve blouse, and a black vest. Andy walked up behind her. He fondled her firm buttocks pulled tighter by her posture. He then looked around for something >>to have fun with. He opened the desk drawer and saw a box of chalk. He took out on of the long yellow sticks of dust free chalk. He then undid his professor's pants and pulled them down to her knees. He then lowered her light blue cotton panties. "Cotton," he thought, "gee that's a surprise." He took the stick of chalk and carefully inserted it up her ass, leaving about a half an inch protruding. He then redid her undewear and pants. There was a slight bulge in the back of her pants now. He took his seat. "Begin!"
Dr. Villareaux reached for the pen, then paused. She went to reach around behind her but realized she was in front of her class. She slowly righted herself. She turned to face the class. She had a puzzled look on her face. "Uh, class," start reading on page 108. I'll be back in a minute." She turned and carefully made her way out of the room.
One of Andy's male classmates leaned close to him and whispered, "Man, what was that?"
Another sitting in front of them said, "Did you see a little bulge in her pants?"
"Yeah," said Andy, "I guess she had a turtle head pokin' out," he added in his best Fat Bastard imitation. The boys laughed. They received stern looks from a couple of girls sitting in the very front of the room. These girls were disciples of Dr. Villareaux. A few minutes later, Dr. Villareaux returned. She still had a puzzled look on her face, but had regained most of her composure. She started to lecture. She went on for about ten minutes before Andy stopped time again. He took the opportunity to pull a sheet of notes free from her, so it would fall to the floor when he restarted time. He returned to his desk and thought "Begin!"
Dr. Villareaux bent down to retrieve her notes. Once again she felt an odd sensation. Once again something was stuck up her ass. She slowly stood erect. She was worried as well as confused now. She tried to look calm as she turned to face the class again. "Um, I'm sorry, class, but you'll have to excuse me again." Again she carefully made her way out the door. The boys erupted into laughter earning more stern disapproving looks.
When Dr. Villareaux returned to class, her fly was wide open and her blouse unbuttoned. When one of the girls pointed that out, Dr.Villareaux cursed and adjusted her clothing. She started on the lecture again. She noticed the boys in the back smirking and shot them an evil glance. Again her notes mysteriously slipped from her hand and wafted to the floor. She looked at the papers on the floor. She was now afraid to bend over.
She walked over to her notes and slowly bent her knees while keeping her back straight. This time she remained facing the class. She gathered her notes and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt no new anal sensations. She had sighed too soon. As soon as she started to rise, she felt the now familiar feeling of a piece of chalk stuck up her ass.
This time she almost started to cry. She slammed her notes into her briefcase, "Class is over for today. Do the reading for next time." She stormed out of the class. The students exchanged whispers. The consensus seemed to be that Dr. Villareaux was having a bit of irregularity problems. As the students started to file out of the class, the two Villareuax disciples pants fell to their ankles. They bent down to pull up their pants but they apparently (thanks to Andy) miscalculated their distance and knocked heads. They both fell over backwards, landing on their asses. They made it back to their feet and bent down to pull up their pants again. This time it was their turn to feel a strange sensation intruding up their asses. Andy walked past the befuddled couple and headed on. This was going to be a fantastic day!
Andy wandered around campus having some fun. With time stopped he unzipped flies, tied shoelaces together, unhooked bra straps, pulled pants, skirts, and shorts down to people's ankles, and gave the random wedgie. Campus was soon full of embarrassed and confused people. He skipped his next classes and spent the next hour messing with people. He wondered what place would be the most fun when he spotted a girl wearing a Delta Beta Gamma t-shirt. The Deltas were one of the oldest and most exclusive sororities on campus. He decided to head over there. Before he did, though, the Delta in the t-shirt suddenly tripped over her jeans which somehow were not bunched up around her ankles and fell headlong onto a patch of grass. As the embarrassed co-ed shot evil glances at the students laughing at her, she fixed her jeans and headed on. Andy headed to the sorority house.
He arrived at the house a short time later. It was a large white house with light blue shutters. It had a large front porch with a porch swing on either end. Seated on one of the swings was a Delta and a guy. Andy stopped time. He walked up to the young couple. The guy was a typical frat boy, wearing a dirty white ball cap, a polo shirt, khaki pants, and two-toned bucks. The girl was short with shoulder lenght, thick blonde hair, and hazel eyes. She wore a floral print skirt, and a pink blouse. The two were holding hands. The girl was looking up across the porch, and the boy was looking at her. Andy took the time to remove the boy's pants and boxers. He put the boxers under a potted plant on the porch, put the khakis back on but left the fly open and the button udone. Then he took the girl's hand that the boy was holding and placed it firmly down over the boy's cock and balls. He then pressed both of the boys' hands down over her hand to make it appear as if he had done that himself. Andy found a hiding spot in the bushes and restarted time. It took the girl a second to figure out what her hand was on. She jerked her hand away and jumped up, "Jimmy, what the hell are you doing?! That's sick!"
Jimmy stood up and started to redo his pants. "Leslie, I'm sorry! It was an accident."
"An accident?!" cried Leslie, "How the hell did you accidently undo your pants and place my hand on your dick?! I think you should go now!" She turned and headed for the front door.
"Leslie wait!" Jimmie caught her by the arm before she entered the house. "Let me explain. I don't know what happend, but I didn't do that on purpose."
Leslie stood facing away from Jimmie. She was still fuming. Finally, she turned to face him. What she saw was Jimmie with his pants down to his knees and his hand cupped around his balls. "Jimmie, I don't know what's gotten into you, but this is not funny!" She jerked her arm away and stormed into the house. Jimmy stood there stunned for a moment with his pants down. He finally pulled his pants off and sulked off.
Andy stopped time and headed into the house. He expected a lot of the girls to be in class, but there would still be some home. He walked into the living room and saw a girl sitting on the sofa watching a soap opera. He was wearing a pair of jogging shorts and a t-shirt and had her legs pulled up under her. Her long blonde hair was tied in a pony tail.
Andy noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. He pulled up her t-shirt exposing her firm c-cup breasts. He then pulled the front of the t-shirt over her head and hooked the shirt tail over her head. He then tied her shoelaces together. He hid in a nearby hall closet where he could still see her and restarted time. The girl reached up to free her shirt from her head. She swung her legs out from under her and tried to stand but instead fell sideways off the couch. She pulled her t-shirt down then looked around to see who had done this to her. She had an angry look on her face as she untied her shoes then stood up to look behind the house for the perpetrator. Seeing no one, she stood still for a moment and tried to figure out what had happened. She then went to sit down again, but somehow missed the couch and fell on her ass.
Cursing, she climbed back on the couch. Andy stopped time again so he could laugh out loud. He walked up the stairs to the second floor. The second story landing had a table with a telephone on it. There was a girl seated on the floor by the table. She had her back to the railing and was talking on the phone. She was wearing a pink Delta t-shirt and short denim shorts. Andy manipulated her body so that she was on her knees and elbows. He then put her arms through the railings and tied her wrists together with one of her shoe laces. He then removed her shorts and gave her a massive wedgie, pulling the waistband of her underwear almost to her mid back. He put the phone between her ear and shoulder. He used her other shoe lace to tie her ankles together. Andy hid around the corner and restarted time. The girl jerked her head up causing the phone to drop.
She stuggled to free her hands but to no avail. She kicked with her feet, trying to free them, but failed. She bent her head down to the phone, "Ally, something weird has happened! I'm trapped!" Andy heard Ally say something but couldn't hear it well enough to figure it out. He stopped time and walked down the hall. The hall had bedrooms on either side. The first one he came to was empty, but the second was locked. It had a simple lock to pick.
A hole on the outside allowed him to push a hair pin he found in the empty bedroom into it and open the door. The room had two twin sized beds. On one of the beds a girl was asleep in a fetal position under a royal purple sheet. Andy admired the sleeping beauty. She was about 5'4 with shoulder length brown hair. She was very pretty. Andy caressed her hair. He then looked through the dressers in the room.
He found a white vibrator. This gave him an idea. He turned the girl so that she was on her knees with her head down on the pillow. She had on a pair of light pink, silk pajamas. Randy pulled down the pajama pants and secured them around her ankles. He then found a pair of scissors and cut the cords to the window blinds. He tied each wrist to a leg of the bed so that her arms were stretched out over each of the front corners of the bed. He then took a sock out of a drawer and gagged her. Next her tied two of the cords together and looped it under her knees. He tied the ends together at the headboard, so that she would have to remain on her knees.
The vibrator had three settings: low, medium, and high. He switched the vibrator on low, to conserve the batteries, and carefully inserted it up her ass as far as he could. He slipped into a closet and restarted time. The girl awoke with a jerk. She made muffled sounds and struggled to free herself. After a moment, Andy stopped time again. He walked over and laughed at the bug eyed look on the girl's face.
He patted her on the head then left the room, leaving her door wide open. He walked down the hall to a bathroom. He opened to door and saw a girl who had just stepped out of the shower. She was in the process of securing a towel she had just wrapped around herself. He long reddish brown hair stuck to her neck and back. Andy took the towel off her and admired her tall athletic body. He was now extremely aroused. He dropped his pants and boxers and started to stroke his hard shaft. With his free hand, he opned a make-up bag that was on the sink counter. He pulled out a small bottle of night time, mosturizing face cream.
He stopped jacking off long enough to unscrew the cap. As he thought, the cream was creamy white. He continued to masturbate until he came. He held the open bottle in front of this cock and shot his load into it. He mixed the cum into the cream with his finger then screwed the lid back on and put it back into the make-up bag. He took a lipstick out of the bag and swabbed it up and down the girl's ass crack. He put the lid back on and placed it in the bag.
"That aught to give her a surprise next time she wipes her ass!" He thought. He then took another lipstick and traced circles around her nipples. He picked the girl up. With time stopped she was virtually weightless. He turned her body sideways and carried her out like a piece of luggage. He noticed both girls who were bound in humiliating positions were still like that. The girl on the landing, though, had apparently called to the girl in the living room, who was now running up the stairs. Andy carried the naked girl outside and placed her on the sidewalk in front of the house. He walked back to the front door. He reached inside and turned the lock. He then pulled the locked door closed. He walked down the sidewalk a bit and restarted time. The naked girl looked up and immediately noticed she was outside. She screamed and tried to cover herself with her arms and hands. She ran to the front door. A couple of cars drove by and honked at her. She tried to open the door but it was locked. She pounded on the door as she squatted down trying to limit her exposure. Andy had a good laugh. "Where to next?" he thought. He decided to head to the French Quarter and mess with the tourists. What a great day!