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stonedBBW said:
Prrtty quick! Thats takes me all day!! Lmao

Finally chillin smoking a joint and then to get some food ready for tomorrow :)
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lol I don't make everything home made tho, I take short cuts. I wanna try to make everything from scratch one day. Noodles everything.. :)
 
Well, its approaching New Years Eve here nd I thought I'd offer a gift to the gang, a snippet from my latest novel.
I have this idea to bring 2 heroines together from 2 recent but different stories into I guess a sequel to both tales.

Background:
This story is set in the year 2080, near future.
Pharone, an immortal, born on Atlantis 12380 years ago and the last Captain of The Atlantean Senatorial Guard. Atlantis was created by the God, Poseidon as a utopia where his human love, Clieto could live. Pharone was killed protecting Clieto against dark and evil forces and found her self standing before the grateful Poseidon. He offered her life back if she undertook a the challenge of seeking out and confronting evil where every it existed and to aid her on this quest, her granted her some gifts, the Five Pearls of Poseidon.

The five pearls of Poseidon:
1. Red – Increased strength and stamina
2. Green - Healing, both herself and limited ability with others.
3. Yellow - Insight into the minds of man and understanding languages
4. Brown - Control over the animal world
5. Blue – Immortality (Dependent on sex - it restores her to the age the day of her death)

Her story traced her career, from the sinking of Atlantis, through Carthage, Egypt, the Greeks and Persian wars, the middle ages, napoleon, to WW1, WW2 and up to present day. With the advent of modern media, she's had to keep a low profile lest she be discovered for who she is. In her current guise, she owns and operates a Private global security company.

Dr Dayna Milton

Dayna is a cyborg, flesh cloned from her own DNA covering a mechanical chassis.
Dr. Dayna Milton was a scientist, working in the field of Bio-Medical research . During her work, she fell ill and was diagnosed with a fatal cancer. Her Fiance' at the time, also a scientist, brilliant with robotics and programming working at the same corporation he threw himself into trying to keep her alive, finally realising he was fighting a losing battle so he transferred her consciousness into an experimental female-appearing cyborg before her death. The Cyborg is a blonde haired, slim and very pretty, a replica of her when she lived and was an experimental design intended for Government service, enhanced, strong, fast, almost like superman. Her existence is a fly-by-wire' situation, a powerful onboard computer controls the chassis and her mind controls the computer.

In Dayna's tale, the Chinese mafia targeted the corporation where she worked in a raid for technology, especially that which produced cyborgs intending to sell it on the black market.

After the Attack (defeated) Pharone's company was given the contract to provide site security and the two women met. Dayna had no trouble proving who she was but Pharone's story seemed inconceivable and unbelievable, until she offered proof. This excerpt is the 'proof'.

Enjoy

La x
 
”I can remember his words as if he had just spoken. Arise, Pharone of Atlantis. You needs not bow to me for it is I who should kneel to thee, his booming voice rumbled. But for your intervention, that vile creature from the dark abyss would have taken my love from me. Imagine that, a God, grateful to me, I could scarce believe it. All I could think was that I had failed in my duty to me people. That failure had cost me my parents and a life-long friend, not to mention all the others slain. He then launched into his reasoning and these words are etched on my memories also. A dark age is upon the world of man. We the Gods dare not interfere lest the infinite forces of the cosmos are set teetering and all will become chaos. This world is for man and man must take his responsibility for it. You stood against one dark veil but I wonder, would you do it again, was it I who requested you do thus? It seemed an odd question. I was dead and believed due to what he said, my place was destined to occupy a place in the afterlife, possibly even in the hall of heroes. I had after all, died in combat, sword in hand, fighting against evil. He told me, a dark age was looming for the world and evil, aided by dark sorcery stood poised to subjugate all mankind.”

“I can sort of understand how you think, Pharone. We only have to look back at history to see how often similar things have cropped up. A world war was fought in the middle of the last century for just such a reason, a man who wanted to rule the world and had no qualms about how he did it.”

“That’s a good comparison, Dayna. That man had a black heart but down through the eons of time, there have been countless men, and women who have harboured similar ambitions. Only in recent times has man had access to the modern media that could alert the entire world when a threat reared its ugly countenance. In times past, people often only learned about the encroaching forces of evil when it over ran them and left them powerless to resist it. Without the media, they could be fighting a war in the capital right now and we, just two days ride away on horseback wouldn’t know unless someone brought word. We could wake in the morning with a plundering army ransacking my house and herding us into captivity or slaying us outright. In a situation like that, only the Gods knew what was in store for man, but their hands were tied as far as direct intervention was concerned. If one God was to get directly involved; those who stood with opposite views world also feel free to intervene and when the wills of Gods collide, nought but a devastated planet would remain. No, it was up to the people to take a hand and choose. Poseidon was asking me for my choice.”

“I’d call that one’s conscience but I get your point, Pharone. You have obviously chosen to support the side of law and justice just as I have done.”

“When dark forces are empowered by the dark Gods, man alone could not prevail unless the good people received equal support from those Gods who stood against those same forces.” Pharone turned to face me and once more, indicated the coloured marks on her chest. “Poseidon with a wave of his hand could have struck down those dark forces as easily as you or I could destroy a child’s sandcastle but equally so, if they were to do so, the dark forces could equally strike down the good people. Where would that leave the Gods, rulers of a barren world, devoid of life and devoid of those from whom their power originates? What could I do but agree. One does not refuse a God. He foresaw, I would face a perilous task, and although he was unable to intervene personally, he was able to pass along some gifts, those I mentioned as being derived from what were known as the five pearls of Poseidon. With the gifts given, I was suddenly falling and when next aware, I was adrift in a small boat and my home, Atlantis just a smudge on the distant horizon. Grateful he may have been to me, but underlying this was a rage that only a God was capable of. Atlantis had forgotten his words and as I watched, a wall of water that almost touched the clouds swamped Atlantis, and when the mists cleared, nothing but an empty ocean greeted my view.”

“My home was gone. My parents were dead. Everything I had devoted my life to was lost when that immense wave eliminated it from the face of the earth. All I had left was my armour, my shield, my sword and a quest given to me to confront evil in all its forms where ever I found it and attempt to overcome it and thus it has been since that fateful day, Dayna.”

“I can’t fault your motives, Pharone, just your perceptions.” I reply, having enjoyed her story immensely the substance of it anyway.

“Come,” Pharone beckoned to me as she stood up. “I’ve promised proof and it’s now time to offer it. Bear in mind all I have told you, please.”

Now, I’m really curious as to how she will present this proof she has spoken of. Without even a glance back to see if I followed, she walked towards the surf and just as the water touched her feet, she spoke.

“Father, harken here. Thy daughter requests thee attend me.” Pharone address the far horizon as far as I could tell and she just kept walking.

A few seconds elapsed then a sight I could not credit as being real confronted me. The ocean began to part leaving a deepening canyon-like passage and down this passage, Pharone strode until it was metres higher than her head when she stopped and turned to face me.

“Behold, the God of all the oceans,” she indicated the sides of this watery canyon with both arms outstretched. “Come, Dayna, join me. I enjoy my Father’s trust and he knows I would not reveal his presence without you enjoying my trust; come and behold the hands of my God.”

“How are you doing this?” I blurt out as I timorously start walking towards her, expecting that at any moment, I’ll wake from this dream and find I am treading water. A few steps later, the surface of the water is above my head and I feel like I’m at the aquarium with its glass walls except there are no walls here.

“Behold the might of the Lord of the oceans, Dayna. Touch the sides; it’s no trick.” Is it a dream or have I been mesmerised but when I reach a hand out, it dips into the water just like into a bath except the surface of this bath is vertical, not horizontal, defying the laws of physics and gravity. “Feel it,” she further suggests, “the water is alive when Poseidon is present.”

“It’s caressing my hand; like waves, I feel it.”

Pharone suddenly does something completely unexpected. She peels off her top then steps out of her shorts and briefs before casting them to David who is standing open-mouthed at the entry to this watery canyon. Then, completely naked, she leans back against the canyon’s side and the water envelops her completely, lifting her from the sandy floor, her body now completely immersed save for her face. “If you do not believe there is an intelligent mind present here, do not do as I have done.” Pharone is now held completely suspended starts to writhe, sensually, intensely and with her eyes closed, moans in what I can only describe as abject pleasure. Her eyes flutter open, if what appears to be an effort, speaks. “Dayna, if you dare to discover a new reality, join me.” Pharone resembled a doll, being swept long in a current, arms and legs floating and waving as the water eddied about her. That she was enjoying rapturous pleasure was obvious by the expressions that washed across her face. “Do you fear to discover that for all you think you know and all you believe, there is an unknown here, Dayna, staring you in the face if you have the courage to open your mind to it. Dare to believe.”
 
My mind is a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts. This can’t be real, but I am looking right at it. I know I’m not asleep so it’s not a dream. A glance behind me reveals David just standing there, eyes wide and mouth gaping. He’s as dumbfounded as I am. Again, I look at Pharone, undulating and wavering as the currents and eddies push and pull at her lovely body. I have to know. Curiosity has powered my mind for as long as I can remember but I have never been this curious about anything before in my life. With that thought in mind, I do something I have never done before, begin to undress in public, well as public as the beach and its single spectator could be considered. As Pharone did, I turn to throw my clothes to David and I do notice, his eyes are on me and for the briefest of moments, I feel exposed, vulnerable and dare I say it, judging by the expression on his face, desirable. Steeling myself, I turn to face the vertical wall of water, then hesitantly at first, reach out with one hand and then the other to dip both into this inconceivable wall of liquid. Before I can react, it feels like both hands are grasped and with a splash, I’m dragged into the surface then spun around and a scream comes unbidden from my mouth, not from fear, but surprise.

I feel like I’m just floating in a pool or the ocean at first. My initial thought is that I’m not sinking even though I’m making no effort to prevent it like I normally have to. I become aware of gentle pressure pushing up at me, like standing in the shallows when the breakers roll up the beach then flow back past your feet. It’s actually rather pleasant. I can feel the gentle pressure of the water under my arms, on the soles of my feet, between my legs and even under my breasts. The pressure slowly changes in form and substance. it feels like waves now, rolling up my body in relaxing regularity. The sensation continues to change; now it’s faster, like ripples and I can feel it in every part of my skin. Then it’s pulsating, like someone tapping you on the shoulder but all over simultaneously. My breasts are rippling in time now and I become aware it’s now stimulating my vagina. It’s an odd sensation and I start to squeeze my legs together but to my surprise, the water surges hard against my thighs and calves, resisting my efforts. Then the feeling again evolves and it feels like hands, caressing me, but a hundred hands and no part of my body is excluded. The pulsing is tapping my clitoris and regardless how odd it feels, I’m becoming aroused.

This can’t be happening, my mind informs me but the body is arguing the point. Then with a gasp, I have the sensation that a man’s penis is probing the entrance to my womb and when I force both hands down to stop it, there is nothing to feel but water. I don’t know what to do. My breasts are being pressured, waves and ripples and even quivering against my nipples. Waves of pressure are undulating up and down my back, my sides, legs, arms, even the soles of my feet. The feel of a thick solid penis is driving into me and causing me to gasp in time with its thrusting. I strain to turn my head and there’s Pharone, apparently limp in the water and in the blurred vision through the water surrounding her, she has surrendered herself to the same sensual onslaught that is tearing at my resolve. Whatever is causing this is irresistible and no matter how I try to protect myself, the water just flows around my hands and between my fingers. Then I just give up fighting it. The feeling is incredible and I just do as Pharone has done, give in to the surging demands of this briny presence. What even is assailing me, there is obviously intelligence behind it and was it a man doing it; I’d believe he was an extremely experienced lover.

Before I know it, a clitoral orgasm rocks my consciousness and as its exploding in my head, the penis-like feeling driving into my vagina seems to grow even bigger and this time, the climax begins deep inside me and drives me to quivering rigidity. When next I am aware, it’s the feel of wet sand on my back and low waves, rolling past me and then I am aware, someone is holding my hand. I turn my head to see Pharone also lying in the shallows on her back and it’s her holding my hand. She looks like I feel, stunned, spent and limp, moving gently only because of the waves are washing up past us then retreating back to the ocean, moving our limbs. Something drips on my face and when I look up to see what it is, there’s a column of water that rises from the shallows and in a long graceful arc, terminates just above my face, defying gravity. I must tense because I feel Pharone’s hold of my hand tighten in return and to my utter surprise, on the end of this column hovering just above me, a face forms on the surface of the water. It’s a man’s face, stern-looking, with what appears to be a long flowing beard, bushy eyebrows over piercing eyes that are looking right into my eyes. Pharone releases her grip on my hand, raises her fingers and inserts them into this amazing phenomenon.

“Poseidon calls you, the girl with armour within,” Pharone mentions and where I can tear my gaze away from trying to fathom this incredible sight, she’s smiling at me. I’m speechless with surprise. “I assume he knows about your metal chassis, Dayna. Poseidon is puzzled because apparently, you can’t hear his words. Try putting your hand into the water as I am doing.” Hesitantly at first, I comply but all that happens is that I feel like I have my hand immersed in water. “Nothing,” she asks. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing but all I can hear is her talking. “He is calling you, my child. Can’t you hear him?”

“All I can hear is you, Pharone.” I mention.

“I assume he’s having the same issue with you I have. Your mind isn’t a human mind. I can’t see your thoughts and apparently, he can’t either.”

Suddenly, I’m aware my translator software has detected something in the water and the program is analysing it. A moment later, in my HUD, a word appears, child, then a moment later, given appears then there is nothing for a few seconds before the word call appears. “I am getting something, Pharone, just a couple of words.”

“He said, my child, you have given yourself freely and without reservation to me. From this day on, there exists a bond between us. You need just call my name and I will come to you.” The spent waves that have been rolling past us suddenly acquire bulk and purpose, enveloping me and the sensation resembles a cuddle or a hug, but it’s all over my body and I can feel it on every part of my skin. The urge is to return the gesture but all I can feel is the water but apparently, my gesture is not lost and the face on the column of water smiles at me before slowly and inexorably, it withdraws back to the ocean from where it began and is gone.

“I don’t know what to say, Pharone. The reality I have lived in my whole life has just frayed at the edges.”

“Are you satisfied with my proof,” Pharone asks as she sits up and looks me in the eyes.

For a long few moments, I’m running the sequence of events through my mind, again and again, looking for some plausible reason for what I have just experienced. That post-coital feeling I always experience after sex is there. My vagina can still feel the effects I can always feel after I’ve had a man within me. The canyon of water is unexplainable by every law of the world I know. The columns of water defy description. The lingering few words the translator seemed to have plucked out of nowhere remain. There is no logical explanation for any of it. The scientist that I am has always given respect to the Christian faith, not so much the belief in the Christian God, but moreso, the wisdom in the Bible and the words of wisdom it offers. All religions are based on the same thing, faith. Until today, Poseidon was a myth, something the ancients believed in as a way to explain the world they inhabited. They didn’t know about microscopic organisms called viruses so when disease stuck, they only way they could explain it was to believe it was sent of the gods. They didn’t know about gravity and how the moon and sun created the tides. Solar radiation causes the weather, heating and cooling the lands. The only explanation they knew was attributed to being the work of the gods.

“I guess I am, Pharone. Try as I might, I can’t find a logical explanation for any of it.”

Pharone lurches to her feet and offers me both her hands. “Come, let’s go for a swim. I don’t know about you, but I have sand everywhere.”

“Is it safe to go back in the water? I mean, I’m not going to get ravished again, am I?”

“Only if you desire it,” Pharone winks at me and laughs. “Poseidon and I have come to an understanding about that.”

“What sort of understanding,” I am curious to know.

Simple version, he’s a God. Gods are in the habit of doing whatever their heart desires. Long ago, on a beach not unlike this one, he raped me. Not because he believed it was rape. He was just doing what gods do, taking what he desired and without consequence. His thoughts on the matter were that I should have felt honoured that he had given a human such a privilege as getting to experience the sensual arts of the gods. For a long time afterwards, I shunned him. I turned my back on him. How dare he do this to me? I had been loyal and faithful to every task and duty he wanted from me and he repays that by raping me? He could not see the problem. In time, he came to me, perplexed why I was avoiding him. We had a long talk about it with the result, if he wanted my respect to return, he had to offer me his. He now understands, that it’s every human woman’s right to decide to whom she gives herself. Any other way is a crime against human rights.”
 
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