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Trapped in Stone
by Redheaded Composer (rhmusic@hotmail.com)
***
This story describes creative situations where a man is
put into very restricting, compromising, sexual, and
humiliating situations by a playful woman. (FM, humil,
forced-orgasms, reluc, bd)
***
She was part Syrian and part Egyptian on her mother's
side, and part English on her father's side. Definitely
the most exotic person he had ever had the opportunity
to call his girl friend. It was a magical and potent
mixture.
They met in a bar on campus. She walked up, sat down,
and introduced herself as Surrain, "But just call me
Surrey," she said with a smile. Her eyes had a twinkle
that entranced him. "You are beautiful," he replied,
then, after gawking a bit, "Oh, and my name is John
Barrows."
That night, and the night after, they stayed together in
his dorm room, in delighted exploration. John was
completely entranced, she was a taut bundle, inventive,
cute, and fun. The third night, they agreed to go to her
place.
"Wow!" John exclaimed as he entered. He stepped in an
took a tentative step towards the middle of the room.
"This is an incredible apartment!" The room was nearly a
museum, with elegant glass display cases of the netsuke,
jade carvings, ivory sculptures, Egyptian coins, and
other artifacts.
"Thanks!" she said. "It all belongs to Daddy. He's an
art and antiquities dealer. Those are all really just
indefinite loans," she explained. "He travels all over
looking for available antiquities, especially visiting
estate sales and things like that, where important finds
are occasionally brought to light." She took him on a
tour of the apartment. Each sculptures had a fascinating
background and story, of gods, humans, quests, curses,
and capturing souls.
Eventually they wandered into the bedroom (which was
relatively bare by comparison), stepped close, and
tentatively began to kiss.
***
That night John woke with a start. He sat bolt upright
and looked around. "Surrey?" he whispered. She didn't
appear to be in the bed or in the room. John felt over
to her pillow, and touched a small stone object.
In the dim light, he could tell that it was a small
ivory statue, about the size of his thumb, but thicker,
with an oblong shape. It was a man, about 3 inches tall,
squatting on his knees on a small pedestal, arms by his
side, leering. Overall, it was shaped like a bullet...
or a penis.
John chuckled and looked at it more closely, if this was
a fertility statue, then it should have... and there it
was. The man was sporting an oversized penis which lay
flat against his stomach, pointing straight up, carved
into the side of the statue. "What will she think of
next?" John wondered if Surrey masturbated with it. The
thought was exciting.
As John studied the statue, he lay back down and,
starting to nod off, rested the figure on his chest. As
he dozed off, the figure began to warm, the carvings
appeared to gradually melt away, and, very gradually,
reshape themselves.
***
"Oh Shit! It worked." Surrey stepped into the bedroom in
the morning, She had spent the night on the couch in the
living room. As she opened the room she saw that John
was gone. And in his place, was a small statue, about 3
inches high.
John snapped awake at the sound of her voice and right
away knew that something was very wrong. First, he
couldn't move! His whole body felt like it was encased
in plaster - although on the outside it felt naked, and
sensitive. He shivered from the morning cold.
Second, he panicked when he realized he was not
breathing, although he didn't feel like he was
suffocating. "Is this what it feels like to die?" He
wondered.
And finally, the bed looked huge! Instead of merely five
feet wide, it looked 20 *yards* wide, and god knows how
long. John was hysterical. He was completely
immobilized, he couldn't talk, move, or breath. His mind
whirled in frustration and fright.
"John!" she exclaimed, delighted at her new discovery,
but a bit worried. "I never thought the legend was true!
It was just a lark that I tried it." Surrey reach down
and gently lifted the statue. John felt her warm, silky
fingers close around him and warm him. His body had
become incredibly sensitive, as if all 6 feet of his
touch sensors had been collapsed into the 3 inch statue.
John calmed down a bit and forced his mind to settle.
Surrey lifted him 30 feet into the air (to him), and
then walked over to her dressing table.
For the first time, John saw his new form. They both
studied the statue in the mirror. The carvings on the
statue had changed. This time, they were John's
features, a perfect likeness, except not exactly in
proportion. In particular, the body was sculpted to be
smooth and torpedo shaped, completely bald, about an
inch and a half in diameter and 3 inches tall. John was
squatting on his knees on a pedestal. The pedestal had a
pencil-sized hole bored through it.
But worst of all, for John, was that he was carved
completely naked. His penis was hard (and felt hard!
Eternally hard) and was carved as this huge member
pointing straight up towards his chin, alongside his
stomach. Further, his nipples were large and extended,
looking a bit ridiculous, almost as if he had slight
breasts carved in, and his ass were exposed with a deep
crack carved in. The statue, and John, had become pink
ivory.
"Oh John," Surrey felt she should be sorry for him, but
she couldn't help being excited at the discovery. "I
never really thought the legend was true! Daddy told me
that this was the Iqasirra [ee-kah-SIR-ah], a statue
designed to capture the body and soul of a slave as a
plaything for an Egyptian princess. Since he calls me
his Egyptian princess, he thought I should have it. It's
the only one in the world... or rather, you are the only
on in the world, that we know of. He acquired it last
week from the estate of a British WWI general."
She covered her mouth with her hand, in shock. "This
must be awful for you!" Surrey realized. She held the
statue between her hands, gently warming it. John felt
her fingers stoking his naked body. "The reason why I
chose last night to try it out, was because of the lunar
eclipse, which I know has played a role in Egyptian
religious ceremonies. I guess I'm hoping that the next
lunar eclipse will reverse the spell." John was grateful
for some element of hope, although slim, he was glad
there might be a way out.
"Unfortunately," she continued, "the next lunar eclipse,
according to my friends in astronomy, will not be for
another 4 months, and even then we'll have to travel to
California to view it."
John's heart sank. Four months! He was going to miss the
entire summer, his last summer after college before he
would start work. He looked at Surrey feeling despair.
She looked down at him. "I'm sorry John, I really never
thought this would happen." She held him close to her
chest, trying to be comforting. John was in shock,
unable to comprehend what was happening, expecting the
whole thing to be a dream.
John felt his body nestle between her breasts, covered
by a thin silky night shirt.
***
The rest of the day was spent doing research. Surrain
called her father, not explaining what had happened, but
just asking for more information about the statue. He
passed on several references and Surrey decided to check
them out at the library.
After getting dressed to go out, Surrey looked at John
trapped in the statue and wondered if she should take
him. She wanted to compare the statue against pictures
at the library, but didn't want it to be lost, or
accidentally misplaced.
"What should I do, John?" She looked at him and noticed
for the first time the unusual size of the carved penis.
"That's curious" she muttered. It seemed the penis was a
bit pinker than the rest of the statue.
"Wait! I know!". She went to her jewelry chest and
fished out a length of silk cord, threaded it through
the hole in the pedestal, and hung the statue around her
neck. "Now, I'll be sure never to leave you behind," she
said. She lifted her shirt, slipped the statue inside,
and left the apartment.
This was unexpected for John. He had thought he'd be
left on the shelf for the entire 4 months, going insane
with boredom while trapped in the statue. Now, he was
upside down, with his head and face nestled between
Surrey's massive breasts, his head barely touching the
top of the half-bra that she wore for support. As she
strolled to the library, her breasts bounced up, gently
enclosing his entire head and upper body, and then
stroked down.
John was beside himself. He was always obsessed with
breasts, and especially Surrey's breasts, which were
full, ample, and firm. Now, he was practically encased
in them, as they stroked his entire body. The sensations
were just too much.
And his penis felt hard! Well, of course it was hard, it
was carved to be hard. But now, it somehow felt hard and
hot, and pulsing.
A friend called out and Surrey stopped to chat. On the
last bounce as she turned around, her breasts had spread
and then trapped the statue deep in her cleavage, John's
head actually inside her bra. Her answers were a bit
short, she was anxious to get to the library. He felt
hot and moist, and smelled a mixture of animal sweat and
perfume. Her breasts compressed around him. His penis
was pressed hard against her warm baby smooth skin.
Eventually, she said good-bye to her friend and then
continued to the library. As she jogged up the stairs,
he was roughly bounced and rubbed between her bosoms and
then John lost all control: he orgasmed. No sperm came
out, but the sensation was more intense than he had ever
experienced. Electric shocks raced through his body and
he blacked out for a minute from the sensory overload.
"Oh jeezus!" he thought as he woke up, "that was
incredible."
Surrey reached the section on Egyptian antiquities at
the library and started scanning for books. Hidden in
the stacks, she fished into her shirt and pulled the
statue out to take another look.
She was surprised because the statue seemed to be a
deeper shade of pink than she remembered. Holding up to
the light it was definitely darker. How could this be?
Then she spied the penis. It was an even brighter pink.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, looking at it. She rubbed
her hand over it and watched in amazement as the pink
turned to red, still as hard as stone.
Her hand involuntarily jerked back. "This is weird," she
muttered, watching the red gradually fade from the
penis. "I wonder if I'm hurting him?"
Surrey again looked around, making sure that no one was
watching. She felt a bit embarrassed to be playing with
this obvious fertility god in public. Stroking another
man's penis! Maybe it was just a statue, and only 3
inches tall, but it was still weird and somehow
perverted.
But once she thought of it, she couldn't resist trying.
She held John in one hand, and then gradually rubbed her
finger up and down the carved penis. She was rewarded
when the carved stone cock turned bright pink, then red,
and then, for just a second or so, became a dark
purplish color. After that, the color faded back to
pink.
She sat down on the floor, her mind swirling. Yes, John
was trapped in the statue, with some incredibly potent
magical powers. Until this point, she had thought it
might be all some trick played by John, in league with
her father, although she knew intellectually that that
would be impossible. But then, this was impossible too!
She steadied her breath, found the books she was looking
for, and started studying. After a while she smiled,
knowing now what John must feel, as she dropped the
statue back inside her shirt, to nestle between her
bosoms.
As it turns out, the "Catalog of Egyptian Antiquities
from Private Collections" was particularly helpful. In
it, she found a description of the General who had found
the statue and the curse surrounding it.
Originally, the statue was owned by an Egyptian
princess, Sulemara, also known as the "Man Eater" for
some of the particularly nasty things she had done to
one or two of her princes. There was even a carved
drawing, in her tomb, showing Sulemara stroking a penis-
shaped statue. It is these two facts combined which led
to the legend.
It was discovered, along with hundreds of other items by
Egyptian archeologists in 1803 as they were excavating
in the neighborhood of the Rosetta stone, probably it
was originally hidden in a temple there by an Egyptian
Priest who may have acquired it through personal service
to the princess (or who may have stolen it).
After discovery, it seemed to be merely cataloged and
stored. Then, Brigadier General Lewis, well known for
his admiration of antiquities, acquired it when Egypt
was occupied by the British for a time during the second
world war, apparently as a present from a local
politician.
The Brigadier was apparently quite proud of the statue,
although it was naturally too lewd to bring up in polite
company. He ended up giving it to his only son, Robert,
upon his graduation from Oxford.
Strangely, about 2 years later, the son disappeared
while visiting home, and was later found, dead from
exposure in a neighboring field. This strange occurrence
was widely reported and the papers suggested that a
curse from one of the Brigadier's Egyptian antiquities
had been responsible.
Which brings us to the present, when Surrain's father
inspected and purchased the statue from the estate of
the Brigadier, who's widow had recently died at the ripe
old age of 98.
***
That night, after a whole day wrapped in Surrey's
bosoms, John was ready for a rest. Surrey placed him on
her bureau, had a shower, and then laid in bed reading.
After a minute she looked up and saw the statue, with
John trapped inside, looking at her.
"I wonder if you're cold?" she mused, as she stood up
and walked over. She picked up the statue, thought for a
second, and then opened a drawer. Inside was a jumble of
bras, panties, tap pants, and other lingerie. She
wrapped the statue in a pair of her silk panties, and
then put him into the drawer. All her undergarments
smelled of baby powder and perfume. "It's official, I'm
in heaven," John decided.
"There, since I need to wear underwear every day, I will
never forget you there." With a wicked grin she reached
down and began stroking his penis through the silk
panties. The panties were all around him, so he felt his
entire body caressed by silk. It only took about 15
seconds before he climaxed, for the 4th time that day.
She kept stroking, it was nearly painful because he was
so sensitive.
After a few more seconds, Surrey stopped, closed the
drawer, turned out the lights, and went to bed.
***
John woke to bright sunlight as Surrey opened the
lingerie drawer. "You are there!" she exclaimed, "I had
convinced myself that it was all a dream." She lifted
the ivory figure, disentangled it from a bit of panty
lace, and then carried it to the kitchen.
"I had thought I was dreaming too," John thought, in
resignation. He was glad to have slept, however, for he
was a bit afraid that he might not be able to in his new
state. His dreams had been filled with exotic images of
female figures, Egyptian princesses, and slavery. "Will
I dream about these things every night?" he wondered.
Thoughts of a slavish devotion to Surrain had insinuated
into his dreams that night and caressed his frame him as
he woke.
Surrey fixed a cup of coffee as she looked thoughtfully
at the statue. The penis was just a little pinker than
the rest. She reached out idly and stroked it.
Instantly, it turned bright pink, then red.
"Rock-hard morning hard-on?" She asked, playfully. She
took another look and was struck by an idea. Surrey
jumped up and fetched some cold water from the
refrigerator, and a paper towel.
Soaking up some water from the towel, she dabbed the
water on the carved ivory penis.
Instantly, the penis lost all color, becoming a natural
ivory shade of white. "Wow!" she exclaimed, wiping the
cold water off with a dry towel.
John, meanwhile, was trying to recover. "God, that's
cold!" he shuddered inside, shivering. "What the hell is
she doing: torturing me?"
"I have an idea, John," Surrey explained. "I want to ask
you a question. If the answer is 'Yes', then think sexy
thoughts to make your penis get red." She paused for a
second. "I hope this works."
Surrey sat up, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and
then leaned over to look at John intently. "OK, first
question, and by far the most important." She paused,
"can you hear me, and do you understand me?"
After holding her breath for two seconds, a pause, and
then ....
Yes! The carved cock was getting pink, then red!
"All right!" Surrey clapped her hands and fisted the
air. "We can communicate!" She applied more cold water
to the penis, which quickly returned to ivory again.
"This is great," she exulted in her cleverness. "OK, now
I'm going to ask you a series of questions, and I hope
and pray that all of the answers are 'No'. Because,
otherwise, we could be in serious trouble."
Surrey started her questions. "First, are you
suffocating, or do you have trouble breathing when your
face is covered?" She looked carefully, held up a watch,
but after 30 seconds there was no change. She was
relieved. Of course, there were no apparent holes
through which he could breath, but she was still glad
that John appeared to be OK.
"Second, are you starving?" The mouth was just a carved
indentation, so she had no idea of how to feed him if he
was. Fortunately, after half a minute or so, there was
no change.
"Does it hurt when you hang upside down?" No change.
"Here's a strange question which I thought of last
night: Do you experience time any slower or faster than
before?" No change.
"Does it hurt when I pick you up or hold you?" No
change.
"Now, I've been wondering if we should notify your
family about your problem. Only I'm sure they would
never believe me. So, I was planning to just pretend
that you are a missing person until we can figure out
how to get you out of there. Do you object to that
plan?"
John thought it over. He realized that he was completely
dependent on Surrey, and that there was nothing his
family could do to help. So, reluctantly, he agreed by
thinking unsexy thoughts (ice cold water, rugby, and
Margaret Thatcher). The penis showed no change.
"Good!" She was very relieved. Then she smiled wickedly.
"Do you want to be my pendant when I go out Jogging?"
Surrey laughed. It had only taken 1/2 a second for the
penis to turn bright red. She stroked the penis some
more. "I'll go get ready!"
"Ms. Surrain must be the smartest person alive," mused
John, grateful for the chance to communicate, however
limited. The amount of relief he felt that someone could
*listen* was enormous.
Surrey stepped out of the apartment and down the steps,
put the cord around her neck and slipped the statue into
her shirt. The face of the statue with John trapped
inside rested on her sports bra. After a quick stretch,
she took off.
"Oh Boy, [whomp!] this [whomp!] is not as [whomp!] fun
as I thought [whomp!] it would [whomp!] be!" John
thought. Each step and the statue bounced up and down,
slamming down on Surrey's breasts, moving easily within
the loose T-Shirt.
Surrey stopped. "This is really not working," she said
to John, pulling him out. "Let's try this instead!" She
hooked a finger into the sports bra, pulled it out, and
buried the statue deep in her cleavage, between her
breasts.
As she let go of the bra, it tightened and squeezed her
tits together, tightly trapping John and squeezing all
around the statue. The breasts were so big in comparison
to the statue, it was like being pressed between two
large bean-bags, except that they were smooth and soft
skin.
John was literally drowning in hot, sweaty tit flesh.
All parts of his body were squeezed and trapped, rubbing
deep in Surrey's cleavage.
Surrey patted her chest and took off jogging for a
second time. The first jolt was enough to send John over
the edge: he climaxed. But the intense, full-body
massage continued, rubbing silky skin over his entire
body from head to toe. His climax had just begun to
subside, the peak had just been reached and passed, when
he found the forced stimulation and intimacy getting him
excited again!
He fought it for a minute or so, then succumbed and
climaxed again. There seemed to be no end to his
orgasms. This must have be a side-effect of the magic
which had trapped him, his new ability to feel such
intense pleasure for longer periods of time and to stay
so near the peak of orgasm.
"And to think," Surrey said out-loud. "I always buy my
sports bras two sizes too small, just to make sure that
everything stays put!" She giggled at the thought of
this horny figurine trapped between her swinging
breasts. "That lecherous little rock," she thought, "I
bet I can think of some things to really blow a fuse or
two!"
***
After a 4-mile jog, Surrey was finished. She disrobed on
the way to the bathroom. The cock on the statue was a
very dark purple. "Oh you poor thing!" she said in mock
sympathy. "Here, let me take care of that for you." She
stroked the carved penis and was rewarded when the
purple peaked and then gradually faded to red, then
pink. "There now, isn't that nicer?"
Little did she know that it was John's 8th orgasm since
the start of the jog. It had been, without a doubt, the
most extended and mind-blowingly exhausting experience
he had ever had. He almost lost track of where one
climax ended, and where the next began. He was ready for
a rest. Ice cold water would be wonderful.
As they entered the bathroom, Surry idly stroked the
statue over her nipples, while kicking off her shoes.
She took off her socks which landed to the floor with a
splat, they were heavy with sweat. "I think we'll go to
the physics lab today." She said out-loud. I have a
friend there who might be able to help see what makes
you tick.
"But first," she continued, "you'll be safe here!" And
with that, she picked up her gym sock, wrapped it around
john, literally dripping, and the stuffed the bundle
into the toe of her sneaker. John couldn't help it, it
was so rank and degrading that he orgasmed again.
Surrey stepped into the shower, giggling with how wicked
she had become.
The physics lab was a complete bust. The only reading of
any kind which they got from the statue was a slight
infrared emission. "Probably left over from your body
heat." Jim told Surrey.
Jim was a nice friend, Surrey thought to herself, but
she wondered how good at physics he really was. Anyway,
the statue showed no magnetic, radioactive, X-Ray, alpha
particle, radio, or electrical emissions of any kind.
Naturally John was mortified at being displayed in the
open to this stranger. After all, he was completely
naked! And there was nothing he could do, trapped as he
was, to cover himself up. If only his figure didn't have
such a large cock, such large nipples, and that leering
expression.
Worse, Jim laughed out-loud when he first saw the
statue, and would have called in the other grad students
if Surrey hadn't stopped him at the last minute.
"Why do you think this thing has energy inside it
anyway?" Jim asked.
"Well," Surrey hesitated, "because of this." She rubbed
the ivory cock on the statue to a health pink. John just
about died from embarrassment.
"Hey that's great!" John laughed at how over-the-top
this trinket was. "But it's no big deal, just heat
sensitive. Dozens of chemicals do that. Maybe it's a
mood statue!" He laughed, thinking himself very clever.
Surrey rolled her eyes. Seeing that there wasn't
anything more to do, she thanked Jim, put the figurine
around her neck, and left the lab. "It might be a mood
statue," she mumbled to herself, "but not in the way
that you think!"
***
That afternoon, Surrey got a call from her friend
Janice. "Come with us to a movie," Janice asked, "it's
starring Daniel Day Lewis, hoot, hoot!" Surrey laughed
and agreed to join them for a "Ladies Night Out". There
was nothing else to do anyway, since it was Sunday
night.
As she dressed for the evening (Jeans and a T-shirt),
she wondered if she should bring the statue. "Do you
want to join me for a movie?" She asked John. "You won't
be able to see anything, 'cause I'll have to keep you
out of sight."
Even though, John wanted to go. The penis turned red.
After the movie, the clutch of girlfriends decided to
get a late-night snack at a local diner. After the main
course, they sat chatting over coffee and dessert.
"Guess who I saw today, Surrey?" Janice asked, looking
like a tease. Janice was Surrain's closest friend. They
had been roommates when they were undergrads. Janice was
from New York, tall, thin, small sharp features, with
short black hair.
"Who?"
"Why, Jim in the physics lab!" Janice showed a grin a
mile wide.
"So?" Surrey tried to affect an air of indifference.
"Well, he says you have an Egyptian fertility statue,
which you carry with you. Is that true?" The other girls
all looked at Surrey with naughty delight.
"That good-for-nothing gossip," Surrey grumbled, "I
swear I'll kill him!"
"So, is it true?" April asked. April was Janice's
current roommate. Her body was more fleshy and
voluptuous, with larger bosoms and long brown hair.
"Yes, it is." Surrain sighed in resignation.
Meanwhile, John, hidden in Surrey's shirt, was listening
to this conversation with trepidation. "Don't tell
them!" He prayed to himself. He did not want to be
exposed in front of these strangers in such a blatantly
sexual and naked pose.
"Well, let's see it!" Cory was a former lab partner of
Surrey's, who lived close by. Cory was athletic and
tall. All of the girls joined in to the chorus. "Yes!
Lets!"
Surrey realized that she could not ignore her friend's
pleas, and she knew they would be offended if she became
upset. So, Surrain reached in and pulled out the statue.
"Noooooo!" Thought John, in horror. He felt very, very
small as he was placed on the table for all to see.
Cold, shivering, and exposed. If only he didn't have
such a lewd grin on his face! John nearly fainted from
shame.
The girls spontaneously burst out in gales of laughter.
The statue was so perverted, and the cock was so
oversized, and the expression was so dirty, that they
just couldn't help themselves. They all leaned closer to
take a close look. John felt their eyes boring into
them. He felt as if he were on display to the entire
restaurant!
"Where'd you get it? Why are you wearing it? What's it
for?" They were full of questions. Surrey tried to
answer them all, explaining that it was a very rare and
very old Egyptian artifact from her father, that it was
a fertility statue intended to entertain Egyptian
princesses, and that she carried it with her because of
it's sentimental value. This didn't quite ring true to
her friends, of course, but they let it go, imagining
that Surrey kept it with her because she delighted in
being depraved and rebellious.
April reached out to touch the penis. As she stroked it,
she gasped when it turned a bright red. "Look at that!"
she exclaimed. The other girls' eyes widened in
amazement.
"Ummm," Surrey faltered, "Jim says that parts of it are
heat sensitive, and so it change color when it gets
warm." Surrey knew different, of course. Would her
friends figure out the truth?
John's brain had frazzled completely. A recurring
nightmare of his was now being realized: naked, exposed,
in the middle of a restaurant, unable to cover himself,
trapped, with four beautiful women staring at him
closely, and watching as his cock became bright red. He
was mortified.
Delighted, all three of Surrey's friends reached over to
stroke the statue. John felt three sets of fingers
stroking all over his body, around the tip of his head
(which was, unaccountably, very sensitive), over his
back and ass, over his exposed and sensitive nipples,
and (of course) up and down his cock, which quickly
became dark purple, and then peaked as he quickly
climaxed. "I am sick!" he screamed to himself, "I am
getting off on being trapped and humiliated in public!"
"Why is it getting lighter?" Cory, the chemistry major,
was fascinated.
"Jim thought that it might have two competing chemicals,
so that after a point it would get lighter rather than
darker." Surrey had quickly made that up, hoping Cory
would buy it. "It's still something of a mystery..." she
trailed off, hoping no one would notice.
"You know what it looks like," Cory continued, "it looks
like it just climaxed!" Now, that was hilarious! John
shrank in shame as they attracted the attention of the
rest of the restaurant who looked over at the
rambunctious girls.
"Let's try an experiment!" Cory exclaimed, reaching for
the statue. Before Surrey could stop her, Cory had
dunked it, head first, into her ice water!
The water hit John's body and chilled him to the bone.
All color from the statue disappeared completely, and it
turned a natural ivory color with no pink what-so-ever.
"Goodness!" April interjected. "It looks like the entire
statue *is* heat sensitive, not just the... [she
whispered aware of other tables nearby], the... [the
other girls looked at her, snickering, knowing what she
was going to say] ...the penis!" This brought on more
giggles.
Both Surrey and John groaned. This was getting out of
hand.
"Let's try this!" Janice reached out and plucked the
statue away from Cory. Then she proceeded to dip the
figurine into her tall, double amaretto cappuccino.
It was hot, but not scalding. The cappuccino had cooled
to the point where it was drinkable. Still, the statue
came out flushed and bright pink. Somehow, the penis was
darker than the rest.
"Well, that proves it!" Janice said, "it is definitely
heat-sensitive."
Janice looked at the statue, now dripping with coffee
and amaretto, getting lighter as it cooled off. Not
wanting to waste any of the cappuccino, and not thinking
about what she was doing, she put the statue in her
mouth, and then noisily licked and sucked off all of the
coffee.
Janice paused, the penis-shaped statue still half in her
mouth, and looked at the other girls, wondering why they
were staring at her with such stunned expressions. Then
she realized what she was doing: sucking an ancient
Egyptian dildo in public!
"Oh Jesus," she gasped, then quickly pulled the statue
out of her mouth and hid it in her lap. The other girls
started smiling, then burst out laughing. Janice looked
around to see if anyone else in the statue had seen her
display.
John, meanwhile, trapped in the statue, had just
undergone a variety of experiences. First, fondled by
three curious females, then dipped in ice-cold water,
then dipped in hot scalding coffee, and then plunged
whole-body into a warm mouth, which slurped and washed
his whole body and all of his exposed and (formerly)
private parts. "This must be what a spoon feels like,"
he mused, dipping with saliva from head to toe, and with
a bright-red cock.
"Oh Janice, that was priceless!" April cried out,
laughing so hard that tears were pouring down her eyes.
"Let's see some more of that technique! I think I could
learn something!"
Janice stuck her tongue out at them and put the statue
back onto the table top. Her face was stop-sign red with
acute embarrassment ("Serves her right!" thought John,
himself also embarrassed and exposed). "I was just
licking off the coffee," Janice tried to explain,
sputtering. The rest of the girls just dissolved into
more laughter.
"Here! It's my turn!" Cory reached out and grabbed the
statue, her laughs subsiding. She turned slightly away
towards the wall, so that no one else in the restaurant
could see, and then started to tongue the tip of the
ivory statue, on the head. Cory smiled and the other
girls broke into more giggles at the display.
"Oooh baby," Cory joked, mocking sexual excitement, "I
love it when you taste like decaf!" Her tongue swirled
further around the figurine, as she gradually, but
surely, sucked the entire body into her mouth, and then
bobbed it in an out like giving a blow job to real
penis.
John was unable to hear Cory's sarcastic comments, as
her tongue wetly circled and washed around his head,
over his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. When Cory drew him
completely into her mouth, he came right away, his whole
body alive with deep humiliation and wet saliva
stimulation.
"OK, Girls, girls!" Surrey reached over and snatched the
statue from Cory. "I think that that's enough. This is a
rare artifact, after all. Please treat this penis with a
little respect."
"Why should I?" countered Janice, "I certainly don't
treat any other penis with respect!"
The evening had sunk to a new low.
***
Later that night Surrey apologized to John. "It really
got out of hand, I'm sorry. I'll have to avoid that sort
of display in the future. Were you hurt in any way?"
She watched the statue carefully, but the carved ivory
cock stayed the same light shade of pink.
Surrey settled down in bed and carefully examined the
sculpture for damage. "It looks like you're OK." She
paused for a second. "It must have been humiliating, to
be exposed and naked like that in the middle of a
crowded public restaurant... especially with three loud
and giggling girls playing with you. I'm really sorry
that you had to live through it."
John looked at Surrey staring down. His mind flashed to
his experience in the restaurant, and, against his will,
his penis reddened. John groaned inside, apparently just
the thought of his degradation was enough to cause him
to get excited.
Surry looked closer. "What's this?" she asked. John
tried to think un-sexy thoughts, but failed. "Do you
like being given a full-body blow-job?" She asked him,
point blank. John gave up any attempts at control. The
carved ivory cock turned a deep shade of red.
"Well, we can certainly help you there!" Surrey kissed
the tip of the penis-shaped figure, then kissed it all
over - over John's nipples, face, back, buns, toes, and
cock. Her kisses were warm and caressing.
Next, her tongue poked out, and started licking lightly
over all parts of the statue's body. Over the head, down
the side of the face, in and out of each eye, over the
nose and lips, around the neck, playing lightly (but
wetly) over the nipples, around the stomach, over each
bun, wiggling into the ass crack as deeply as possible,
and then up and down the penis shaft, and over the
balls. John climaxed for the first time under the
delicate stimulation as his every nook and cranny was
explored.
Finally, Surrey drew the entire figure into her mouth,
feeling each bump and curve on her tongue and cheeks.
John felt his entire body being engulfed, completely
surrounded by flesh, and tongue, and drenched with
saliva. The stimulation was incredible, her whole mouth
was alive, massaging, undulating. He quickly came a
second time.
***
The next morning Surrey joined Janice on her way to
Aerobics. They both did Monday morning Aerobics at the
College Gym, before concentrating on their grad-student
studies for the rest of the week.
"My god," Janice exclaimed, "last night was a blast. I
hope the statue was OK."
"It's fine," Surrey answered. "I couldn't believe you
guys!"
As they changed into tights and leotards, Janice noticed
that Surrey was still carrying the statue. "Are you
still carrying that with you?"
Surrey looked up. "Yeah. It's sort of a good-luck
charm."
"You lech!"
Surrey stuck out her tongue at Janice. "It's suppose to
be a secret, you know."
They finished up and walked into the gym for the
aerobics session. As the instructor started on the warm-
ups, Surrey felt a little tug at the back of her neck.
She turned around and saw Janice grinning at her.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing!" Janice replied. They started their warm-
ups.
When they got to the jumping jacks, Surrain took two
jumps and felt the statue begin to slither down the
front of her leotard. "That horrible sneak!" Surry
thought. Apparently, Janice had untied the string
holding John around her neck.
The instructor called out, "What's wrong Surrey? Let's
keep up! Jump higher!"
Surrey sighed, it was obvious that she couldn't stop to
fix the string. She'd just have to grin and bear it. She
continued her jumping jacks, and felt the statue work
its way lower and lower, every time she hit the ground.
John had felt the loosening of the string as soon as
Janice had untied the knot. The statue didn't move
initially, trapped as it was between Surrey's breasts
and leotard. But it only took two bounces during the
jumping jacks, and John broke free of the bosoms, and
slid down her chest, deeper into the leotard, which felt
like a tent to John, except that the floor was Surrey's
hot and sweaty abdomen.
Surrey hoped no one would notice the little bulge
working it's way down her stomach. It seemed to have
reached the waistband of the tights and then stopped.
Fortunately, everyone (except Janice, of course!)
appeared to be concentrating on their exercise.
After jumping jacks there came a series of energetic
stretching and working of various muscle groups.
"Oh!" Surrey exclaimed. During their left-right body
twists, the statue had gradually worked its way
underneath the waistband of her tights. She dreaded what
was coming next.
"OK! Running in place!" the instructor called out. The
entire room started to jog energetically.
John felt the head of the statue work its way into the
waistband of the tights. When Surrey started to jog,
each step seemed to drill the figurine deeper and deeper
into the tights.
"What's that?" John wondered, feeling a little tickling
around his face. "Oh my god! It's her pubic hair!" John
came almost instantly (it was his 2nd time since the
aerobics started).
Each step of Surrey caused the statue to edge its way
further and further in, working insistently into the
crotch of her tights. His face was now buried in her
pubic hair, like rolling in tall grass. As he worked
further down, the tights and leotard became tighter and
tighter, pressing his face and body harder and deeper
into her crotch.
"More jumping jacks!" the instructor commanded. To
Surrey, it seemed that the entire class was designed to
move the statue into the most intimate and embarrassing
position possible. "Higher Surrey!" The instructor
scolded.
That was enough. Two high jumping jacks and the face of
the statue dropped to the top of Surrain's pussy, where
it was mashed into her clitoris by her tights and
leotard.
"Oh gosh!" Surrey stumbled, dropping to her knee. The
stimulating touch of the statue was far more powerful
than she expected! She gasped, breathing deeply, and
then weakly got back to her feet. "My god," she thought,
"I almost came!" Surrey had never experienced nerve
stimulation so strong, "is there something special about
the statue which causes this?" she wondered, "or is it
just that I've been horny for so long?"
The instructor and Janice both rushed up to Surrey. "Are
you all right?" she asked.
"I'm fine," Surrey responded, trying to hide the
suspicious bulge in her crotch. "Here, I can continue."
She took a few test jumps, and then got back into the
rhythm. The instructor and Janice both went back to
their places.
Each jumping jack stretched the fabric of her crotch
extremely tight, mashing the statue hard onto her clit,
causing Surrey to gasp. After two more jumps: she came.
Hard.
"Ohhh!" a groan spontaneously burst from her lips. She
faltered, shuddered, but regained her balance and
continued.
Seeing that something was definitely not right with
Surrey, the instructor decided to slow down the pace.
"OK, on your hands and knees. Now, stretch out your left
leg behind you, 1, 2, 3, now your right leg. All the
way, Surrey!"
Surrey was grateful for the slower pace, and now the
bulge in her crotch would be less noticeable.
Unfortunately, as she got onto her hands and knees and
stretched out her leg, she realized that the stretching
caused the statue to slide about an inch up and down her
pussy slit, rubbing her clit maddeningly.
John felt his head now engulfed by Surrain's pussy, with
his entire head wrapped and enclosed with wet female
sex. Surrey was extremely horny and her vagina was
flowing copiously, and John was drenched with pussy
juice, it had worked its way into every crevice of the
statue. John's penis was rubbing up against the top of
Surrey's slit, back and forth, over her clit. He
orgasmed again.
Two more leg stretches and Surrey came for a second
time, this time even more powerfully. Her arms became
rubbery the orgasm washed over her and she collapsed on
the floor.
Surrey finally realized that trying to continue was
ridiculous. She got up and quickly walked out of the
room, red-faced. As she turned the corner out of sight
from the class, she collapsed on the floor with a third
orgasm.
The instructor walked over to Janice. "Do you think
she'll be OK?"
"Oh, ah... sure!" Janice replied. She saw several faces
of the class looking at her for an explanation. "Ummmm,"
Janice improvised, "She's just recovering from a stomach
infection. Nothing to worry about!"
***
That night, Surrey crawled into bed with her purse. She
opened it up, unwrapped the ivory figurine, and examined
it. Surrey started to get wet just from holding it. "My
god," she said out-loud, "what have you done to me...
I've become a nymphomaniac!"
After the embarrassment in the aerobics studio, Surrey
had undressed and wrapped John tightly into her (very
wet and soiled) used pair of panties, and then put the
statue in her purse. John had stayed there, tightly
wrapped with the smells of sex, perfume, sweat, and
urine assaulting his sense of smell all day.
Surrey, for her part, could not get the statue out of
her mind. She spent the day at the library chasing down
reference material for her dissertation, mindless and
tedious work. She was generally a disciplined worker,
however, and with the use of check-lists she made it
through the day and was mostly productive.
Occasionally, however, when her mind wandered to the
sensations in the aerobics studio, she would freeze, and
something approaching a mini-climax should shudder
through her body. She would feel goose bumps rise, and
her fingers might absent-mindedly reach into her purse
to stroke the statue a few times before she came to her
senses and quickly snapped it shut.
Sitting in bed that night, Surrey tried to figure out
what to do. The first option was to have cold showers
and try to put the statue aside. The second option was
to use it as much as possible and perhaps the
stimulation would wear off, or she would become tired of
it. But what if she became truly addicted to it? Was it
possible to become completely addicted to orgasms
achieved from a dildo? Judging from the power of her
orgasms this morning, it certainly seemed possible.
Her brain seemed to be locked up and totally frozen with
indecision. She was in the process of trying to decide
just how to make a decision when she noticed that her
fingers, taking the initiative, were lightly stroking
the statue. She watched her hand with amusement,
operating independently of her brain, as it stroked and
toyed with the shaft of the statue.
As this continued, she realized that an electric
sensation was passing down her arm and suffusing
throughout her body, causing her nerve endings to
tingle. It was a sensation of excitement, for sure, but
more than that, she had a sense of urgency. A compelling
sense of an urgent need, which seemed to be radiating
from the statue.
Her left hand lightly worked its way to her pussy and
began to stroke her slit through the panties, lightly
with her fingernails at first.
"What's happening to me?" She asked, out-loud. "Is this
what an addiction feels like?"
Surrey watched her hands, which operated like robot arms
under some outside remote control. Somehow, she couldn't
control them, or she couldn't bring herself to control
them, the sensations were too strong. Her right hand was
now rubbing the statue lightly over her nipples which
thrust out, exposed. Her left hand had made now a deep
furrow into her panties as it stroked ever more urgently
over her sex.
Surrey felt her self control slipping away, gradually,
as the statue and it's control over her body became
absolute in its desire to excite and stimulate her.
Being a fiercely independent and self confident
individual, she held back, struggling internally to hold
onto the hope that she could gather her wits and put the
statue aside. But as the stimulation continued, she
realized that it was a lost cause, and the statue began
to control her in earnest.
Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties
and slipped them off. She tightly squeezed her legs
together, stimulating her clit by the pressure. The
statue worked its way from her nipples up to her mouth,
where it lightly rubbed against her lips, before she
started to kiss and lick it.
Meanwhile, John, trapped in the statue, felt sexual
energy flowing everywhere Surrain touched. He had been
increasingly frustrated all day long, feeling his energy
gradually building, wondering why it didn't cause the
statue to explode. As Surrey stroked him, he felt a rush
of excitement, and came right away.
Then, as she started to kiss and lick the statue, John
felt her lips surrounding his head, rubbing over his
face. Her tongue was two feet wide as it trailed over
his body, working its way into every nook and cranny,
washing his penis in saliva.
John knew what was coming next. Surrey gradually traced
the statue down her body, between her bosoms, and,
gently, tentatively, into the bush which was her pussy
hair. John felt his face thrust wetly into her sopping
pussy as the first jolt of energy passed between them.
Surrey was so struck by the jolt that her body arched up
at least a foot in the air.
"Arrg!" Surrey screamed! She had never felt a sensation
like that before! It was like pure orgasm had surged
between the statue and her clitoris. She pressed it
urgently into her slit and stroked another quick orgasm
to life. "Oh god!" she said, as a third hummed its way
through her body.
John felt Surrey spasming around him, and he climaxed as
well, feeling his pent-up sexual energy flowing into
Surrain. "There's plenty left" he thought. It had been a
long and frustrating day.
Surrain gave up all pretenses, and thrust the statue
deep into her pussy.
John was plunged head-first into the sopping wet pussy.
He slid in easily, and her pussy walls surrounded his
entire body, rubbing pussy juice and hot flesh over
every millimeter of his body. He had been swallowed
whole by a woman's vagina, with membranes pulsing,
pressing, and oozing around him, with his head and face
wedged into the deepest, darkest, wettest space of all.
Surrey frantically rubbed her clit while thrusting the
statue into her vagina as deep as possible, so that
John's head was bumping hard against her cervix. She
climaxed a fourth time, this time the hardest of all.
John felt the muscles around him clamp down hard, and
then rhythmically grasp around him, pussy juices
squishing around him, crushing him with its violent
spasms.
Surrey relaxed against the bed, letting the orgasm wash
over her and gradually ebb away, shivering with
goosebumps. She reached down and pulled the statue out,
which came out with a gush of juices that dribbled down,
over her anus, and onto the bed.
Surrey was exhausted, and so was John. Her breath came
out in gasps as she gulped air to try and recover. The
statue lay against her thigh.
Somehow, the hand holding the statue began to move on
its own again. Lightly rubbing the statue up and down
her thigh, then over her pubic hair, then rubbing
lightly against her clit.
"What am I doing?" she wondered wildly, somehow too
wiped out to stop her own hand! "I am possessed! This
could kill me!" But then she felt, deep inside, she did
have another orgasm growing. A warm spot, deep inside
her soul, was beginning to throb with pleasure.
This time, too exhausted to resist, Surrey gave up
almost at once. She thrust the statue back into her wet
pussy, where it slid in easily. Automatically her legs
propped up to give her better access, with her ass
raised slightly.
Then, without thinking, she did what she always did next
with a dildo. She reached a hand down, underneath her
leg and buttocks, and grasped hold of the statue from
behind. Then she pulled it out, spread her buttocks, and
pushed the head of the statue to the opening of her
puckered anus.
"NOOOOOO!!!" John screamed. But of course, Surrey
couldn't hear. He felt Surrey press his head against her
anus, this time with more urgency.
Surrey's anus was tingling. She liked being penetrated
anally, and she felt a need. It was a deep itch which
could only be scratched by being filled with a hard
dildo as deep as possible in her anus.
The head of the statue, lubricated with pussy juice, was
slowly worked past the sphincter muscle. John felt the
incredibly tight muscle wrap around his head, wrapped so
tightly there was no room for movement or wiggling,
except to go deeper.
Surrey applied more pressure and the statue went deeper.
The Sphincter was now tightly wrapped around John's
upper body, and his head was completely engulfed. As he
smelled and tasted his surroundings, he came.... HARD!
Surrey somehow felt his orgasm as a tingling electric
pulse in her anus. She started rubbing her clit with her
free hand and thrust the statue in deeper. Exhausted
from her previous orgasms, this one took longer to
build. One hand rubbing her clit with more urgency and
pressure, and the other insistently pressing the statue
deeper into her ass.
John was now three-quarters of the way in. Surrey's
tight anus was desperately clutching around his legs,
with her intestinal walls were wrapped fully around his
body. She groaned, pushed harder, and the entire statue
was thrust up her ass. John climaxed a second time as he
felt his entire body degraded and engulfed by Surrey's
most intimate orifice.
That was enough. Surrey pressed hard on her clit one
last time, and climaxed. This time the climaxed hummed
through her body, causing convulsions of all her
muscles, as she violently rocked back and forth. John
was squeezed, rubbed, and brutally manipulated by the
powerful contractions. He came again.
As Surrey gradually settled down, she began to shake and
shiver. As she weakly pulled the covers tightly around
her, she wondered at how exhausted she was... and in a
few seconds she was asleep.
***
The next morning, Surrey was incredibly apologetic as
she washed the statue thoroughly under warm soap and
water. John had spent the night thrust deep into her
ass, completely buried from head to toe. He had come an
additional 8 times that night, as Surrey moved, rolled
over, squeezed her buns or intestinal muscles. "What
kind of sicko am I?" he wondered.
As time wore on, Surrain was able to control her desires
for the statue, with difficulty, although the first week
was an exhausting masturbatory orgy. She eventually got
on with her life and her dissertation. John went with
her everywhere, either tied on a string around her neck,
or sometimes (if she was feeling very wicked) tucked
between her ass cheeks as she wore a tight girdle and a
dress.
John lost track of the degrading situations which would
cause him to orgasm. In her shoes, wrapped into her hair
as it was made up into a bun, thrust deep into a sweaty
armpit, dangling between her legs as she urinated,
trapped between the groins of two sweaty bodies as she
was fucked by a one-night stand with a huge penis. He
loved it. Every day was a new position, a new
degradation, and 5 more climaxes.
Eventually, on the night of the next lunar eclipse, John
and Surrey were enjoying one last session, with the
statue thrust deep, they both climaxed. This time the
orgasm was predictable, practiced, and, as ever,
addictive.
"I'm going to miss you" Surrey sighed, pulling the
statue from her sopping pussy and giving it a long kiss.
"I have had the most wonderful, pleasurable, and
exhausting time. These four months have been
incredible." She paused for a second. "But maybe this is
for the best. Another month and I would have been worn
out completely!"
"Hmmm... somehow, I doubt it." John thought to himself.
Even with multiple orgasms a day, somehow he never lost
interest, never lost the spark, and was never tired.
"Egyptian magic," he thought simply, "is powerful."
Surrey got out of bed and went to the window of the
room. She had reserved a weekend stay at a bread and
breakfast on the coast. She saw the moon directly
overhead, and knew it would be about two hours before
the eclipse.
"Good night, my friend." She held John close to her
bosom.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning."
***
The sun rose over the hills and covered the sandy beach
below with long shadows. Early morning joggers padded
down the beach at the edge of the ocean.
John rolled over and flopped his arm over his eyes,
blocking out the light.
After a second pause, he opened his eyes, looking at his
arm.
"Oh my god," he whispered, "It worked! It worked!" He
shouted and sat up with joy. "Surrey! It worked!"
John swung his arms about in gleeful abandon.
"Surrey! Where are you?" John called for her, assuming
she was in the bathroom. "Surrey?" He looked around and
briefly caught an image of Surrain in the mirror on the
wall.
"Surrey?" John turned around quickly, looking for her.
"Wait!"
He looked at the mirror again. There she was. Staring
back.
John lifted a hand. He looked at his fingernails.
They were painted, a nice shade of red.
"Oh no!" He bounced out of bed, and, top heavy, he fell
to his hands and knees. "Shit!" He got up and ran to the
mirror.
There was now no doubt: John's spirit had been moved
from the statue to Surrey's body. He stroked his face,
and, shivering, looked down at his new (or borrowed)
breasts. He felt the nipples tingle as he cupped each
breasts and felt its heft. John turned and then, with
two steps, jumped back in bed. He felt through the
covers with nervous anxiety. "Where is it?"
He found it, the statue. The carving had definitely
mutated, and now there was Surrey, carved in stone, with
the silly grin on her face. The statue was still
sporting a huge over-sized penis, but now there were
also two huge oversized breasts carved in as well.
John eyes overflowed in tears as he saw her. "Oh, I'm so
sorry, I'm so sorry!"
John sat down heavy on the bed and held the statue to
his bosoms. After a moment, his tears and frustrations
subsided. He looked at the statue again.
The penis was red.
"Oh my!" John covered his (her?) mouth in surprise.
"You're excited?" John reached out a finger (with red
nail polish) and gently stroked the penis. It quickly
became purple.
"Boy, I know what that feels like!" He stroked the penis
some more. The purple peaked, and then receded.
Surrey, now trapped in the statue, had already been
awake for several hours. When John ("who has stolen my
body!" she thought, feeling a bit cheated and
frightened) finally woke up, she watched as he
eventually came to the realization that they had
reversed roles.
What she hadn't counted on is reacting to John's
pleasing touch so strongly. When he held her between his
bosoms, her excitement grew and she felt.... Well, hard!
The general urgency and addictive desire felt the same,
but she felt the entire hard rod of penis tingling to be
stroked. When John realized what was happening and
caressed the statue's hard penis, she momentarily
blacked out with the orgasm, and she swore she felt a
powerful pulsing emanating from the penis.
The immediate urgency over, John looked at the stone
figurine. Surrey looked back (being a statue, she was
forced to), and they both considered their state.
"One thing I had always been wondering," John wondered,
out-loud, "was this: What ever happened to my clothes?
You know, John's clothes that night I was trapped by the
statue? They were laying beside the bed, and I thought
it was strange that the statue should capture both my
body and my clothes..."
A pause. Surrey figured it out first, but she couldn't
say anything.
"That's it!" He shouted, "The English son! Robert Lewis!
He must have been trapped in the statue all this time,
and we let him out. He must be using my body now! He put
my clothes on, quietly left your apartment, and is
probably back in England now... Or, he could have taken
over my life... or he could be running around the
countryside, totally insane."
"That's definitely it," thought Surrey. "But what do we
do?"
In answer to her question, John continued "Well,
obviously we need to find him. I don't know how we can
force him to give my body back, but we'll have to do
something!"
John, now in Surrey's body, gave the statue a big, wet
kiss and held it close. He looked at it, noticed the
carved penis turning bright pink, and then smiled an
evil smile.
"But first, since Robert Lewis has already had a 4 month
head start, I don't see any harm in taking a few days of
vacation in California." John smiled a wicked smile.
"After all, I have a new feminine body to explore! And I
want to do some clothes shopping, some jogging,
nightclubs, maybe find a man to fuck, visit a health
club... and of course..." John's smile turned positively
wicked, "it's pay-back time for all those humiliating
orgasms which you made me have!"
As he reached for the phone to extend the reservation,
Surrey could barely contain herself. "Oh," she swooned,
"this is going to be so much fun!" The statue's penis
turned deep red and peaked.
END
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