[Parts 1-9 of this story were originally posted on the message boards of Medusa Realm, Hall of Statuary, and Mannequin Lovers. They now have been brought together in combined pages as a series. The most recent previous parts 26 thru 30 are accessible via this link.
The story continues here with Part 31. Ed.]
Author’s Note: Once again, this is an ongoing story inspired by the work of Thorne Smith's "Night Life of the Gods"...
--Getting caught in bed--
Holly and Leigh had made themselves at home. Their togas had been long discarded on the floor and they were back at getting it on after Leigh's brief beer break. Holly and Leigh were hot and sweaty on the bed making passionate love as Petra listened to their moaning and grunting. Holly's voice was getting higher and higher with each passing moment. I'll have an exquisite statue group if I catch them in the throes of sex! Petra turned the doorknob, suddenly afraid they had locked the door! No, it was open and it turned slowly in her sweaty grip. Petra could hear Holly's voice sounding closer and closer to climaxing. I'm running out of time! Petra opened the door and squeezed the trigger on her green ring and aimed in the direction of the bed. Holly's orgasm was silenced abruptly. Petra opened the door a little wider to see what was going on. Did I hit the target? The two marble lovers confirmed her aim! Petra swung the door open and turned on the lights. A marble masterpiece was revealed in all its glory on the bed.
Leigh was kneeling on the bed; his feet just under the silk sheets were pulled all the way to the foot of the bed. The bedspread was pulled all the way off the mattress and lying on the carpet beside the discarded clothing. Leigh's bare butt was tensed and tight as he straddled Holly's upturned ass. She was on all fours; her rear end turned up like some sort of presentation. An offering of herself to Leigh, Petra surmised.
Hol's lower legs paralleled Leigh's, her back arched at the waist, where Leigh's hands were grasping for more thrust. His shaft was buried deep within Holly's cunt. Only an inch of his penis was visible outside of her vaginal lips. She was grasping the sides of the mattress, marble fingers buried deep into the side. Her head was turned to the right and plastered with disheveled stone hair. Her eyes were clenched tight in ecstasy, and mouth moaning open in frozen delight. Her round breasts dangled like ripe fruit, just barely avoiding one of the pillows she was straddling. Petra liked the way they came out. Intense passion, frozen at the exact right moment. Timing was everything!
Petra knew she had to document this important moment and she dashed outside to gather up the video camera she had left outside. Passing the statued Fifi both times, Petra realized she, herself, was the now only non-statue left in the entire mansion! She thought that was amusing as she loaded in a blank tape and began to film every angle of Holly and Leigh's intimate embrace. Their whitened skin made them look much less like an obscene porno-scene and more like fine art. The finest art, Petra smiled to herself as she focused in on the point of penetration. The veins of Leigh's penis, the folds of Holly's pussy… Petra touched Leigh's dangling sac. "This is what we call playing hardball…" She panned the camera over Leigh's shoulder to get a view of Holly's hardened ass. Like a plastered apple, so inviting… so demanding to be touched! Petra ran her fingers over Holly's rear end, under her stomach, and cupped Hol's marble tits. The nipples were points of pleasure and Petra giggled at the sensation of those wonderful marble nubs in her fingers. The camera captured every inch of their bodies as Petra moved pillows out of the way to get better angles. She eventually ran out of tape and switched to the standard film camera, shooting off dozens of shots from multiple angles to capture this moment forever.
She didn't necessarily get tired of documenting Holly and Leigh (how could you ever get tired of touching and filming a pair of incredible newly manufactured statues from life?) but she knew it was time to move on. There was so much more to document before they had to be restored to normal. Meeting up with Fifi in the hallway, Petra undid the string tying the marble maid's negligee. It parted like a wisp of smoke, rewarding Petra with two tempting marble breasts. Petra snapped some shots of Fifi's face and topless torso before she allowed herself to partake in the sensual touch of marble. Her fingers seemed to come alive with electricity anytime she touched a newly statued person. Fifi's beautiful hair was an elaborate cloverleaf of alabastered strips diving and turning over and under each other. Her silent lips were so pretty! Petra kissed Fifi on the lips, the marble was cold…solid…sexy! A new videotape gave her another 30 minutes worth of footage of the frozen Fifi, and with some care Petra managed to get Fifi's panties slipped down to the ankles! Those legs were so luscious…
Petra knew that Holly and Leigh (and Fifi!) were only the start. She dashed down the corridor and turned on all the outside lighting. The mansion grounds were suddenly bathed in floodlights and Petra ran as fast as her bare feet would carry her. With video in hand, Petra began filming Jim and Kristi’s intimate pool encounter up close and personal. Jim was still sitting on the edge of the pool, and Kristi still had a mouthful! Petra plopped down and filmed Jim from the side, panning from his pleasured face down to his crotch, firmly engulfed in Kristi’s open lips! She was definitely having a mouthful, and if his expression was to be read correctly, he was having the time of his life! He even wore a silly little faux laurel leaf headband like some teenaged Caesar.
Petra admired the fact that their marble bodies were so toned. It was one of the reasons she invited them to this little petrification party of hers. Jim was very athletic, doing weightlifting, running, biking, whatever outdoor activities you could imagine. Kristi was Jim’s physical equal, though not cutting as intense a body. Her regimen included lots of aerobic exercises and she and Petra had often hit the gym together at school for workouts when Julie was not available.
Fortunately, Julie had spared no expense in purchasing a videocamera. Petra could take it underwater with no problems! She sat on the cold tile and scooted into the pool. As her naked skin hit the warm water she tensed. She had been running around totally naked for the past few…hours? She had almost forgotten she wasn’t wearing any clothes!
Kristi’s body was lovely, illuminated by the pool lighting. The rippling water made her look like some sort of lost Atlantean treasure. A statue long ago created by master craftsmen, and sunk beneath the waves… At least that was the impression until you saw her mouth full of marble cock. Kristi’s body radiated sexuality, and Petra liked the way she could feel Kristi’s muscles frozen taut. Her feet were barely touching bottom, one leg was bent up in the classic ‘kiss’ position and her hands were on Jim’s thighs. Kristi’s moderate bustline was difficult to film so close to the pool wall. Petra satisfied herself with lingering views of the girl’s stone backside and obviously stimulated crotch. Emerging from the pool every few minutes when she remembered to breathe, Petra fingered the slicked back mane of marble on Kristi’s head. It was normally curly, but the water had rendered it a curtain of stone. Kristi looked incredibly lovely and Petra made sure she got a good amount of tape chronicling the marble maiden. Knowing she would never have another chance like this, Petra rubbed her naked body against the smooth stone ass. Kristi would never let Petra do this if she weren’t a stone statue!
It was time to get out of the pool, and Petra dried off with a towel from the pool shed. She looked at the seven marble statues on pedestals (six actually, but Sandy was practically a part of the display) but instead decided to hunt out and capture her friends first on film. A short trip across the grass yielded Melody and Karen fondling each other’s bodies like some sort of perverted marble sunbathers! “Hey gals,” Petra said seductively but the two stone girls did not hear. Petra crouched down and popped in a new videotape.
Melody and Karen were lying on the grass facing each other. Melody’s hair was cascading down onto the grass like a mass of hardened cement. Her hands were squeezing Karen’s tits gently, as very little pressure indentations could be seen on the latter’s marbled mammaries. Karen’s nipples were at attention, straight and true, whether it was due to the chilly nighttime air or Melody’s sensual touch. Petra guessed the reason was Melody as she zoomed in on the two topless lawn ornaments. Their ankles were crossed at one point, a delicate indication their fondling may have gone further had Petra not interrupted them. Both girls were fairly leggy, often going to class in short shorts and giggling at the stares of boys who would not have a shot at either of them. They had not taken off their togas, but merely slid the fabric down around their waists, so Petra knew she had to see what was underneath. She gently hiked up both of the statues’ togas and pulled down their undies as best she could. Like precious treasure, the marbled crotches were immaculately trimmed. Sleek triangles of fine marbled pubic hair framed what looked to be very stimulated pussies.
Petra took some snapshots of the duo damsels when the tape ran out and when she got tired of that she lay on the ground next to Karen and rolled onto her side so that she echoed Karen’s stone figure. Petra reached over Karen’s short-hairstyled head and groped Melody’s breasts. It felt weird to Petra to have taken this moment and stopped it before fruition. She wondered just how far the two would have gone…
Stan and ‘Lina were in the bushes, hiding from prying eyes. Petra found them with little effort as the floodlights had pretty much eliminated any hiding spots. ‘Lina was splayed out on the grass as Stan leaned in over her. Neither was completely undressed, in fact both had their togas on in varying degrees, but there was no denying the silent sensuality present! Time to pop in a new tape! Petra got to work. Stan’s hand was under ‘Lina’s toga skirt, and since her panties were around her ankle that meant… yep, Stan’s fingers were caressing ‘Lina’s nether region! The old two finger exercise! His other hand was on her waist, bundled around the toga that had been slipped off her white marble shoulders. ‘Lina’s breasts beckoned Petra for a close-up. She must have been frozen as Stan was lowering her to the ground as her breasts were remarkably defying gravity! Not squashed out or rolling to the side. These rock hard babies were perky and pointed directly at Stan! Maybe she had a boob job? Petra shrugged her shoulders and lifted ‘Lina’s skirt to get some good shots of her crotch. A touch under Stan’s toga revealed he was certainly having a ‘hard one’ too! Petra giggled as she lifted his toga around his waist and dropped his shorts to show an aroused, yet restricted penis trying to burst forth from it’s marble immobility! Petra patted it like it was a good dog and after taking some more pics moved off to find her favorite.
Toby was still where she had left him. His penis was still a wonderful marble pole, and Petra sat next to her silent friend. She felt a little bad about pulling the wool over his eyes, so to speak, but he made a sexy statue! She lay on the grass next to him, putting her videocamera and photography equipment to the side. She stroked his bare chest softly, savoring every passing moment. She remembered being linked to him, their pelvises fused as one in stone. It was her fondest desire for him to see how beautiful she was when turned to stone, but would he accept it? She considered changing him back to flesh now and confessing everything. He was so sweet, he even seemed to be avoiding having intercourse with her because he didn’t have a condom on him. She lazily fingered his hardened hair with one hand and his dick with her other, admiring how strong it looked when turned to stone. Finally, she picked up her videocamera and began filming to her heart’s content, stopping only to grope and fondle when she lost concentration. A few more stills from her camera finished the job and she finished off her marble blow-job with one last mouthful of marble.
--Seven Still Statues--
And then there were the six living statue models, plus the artist-formerly-known-as-Sandy-and-now-a-statue. Petra looked over the incredible monument she had made. Seven rigid figures, pristine in color on their little pedestals. Petra looked over each one in turn, focusing on their awesome anatomies over and over. Each was a sculpted masterpiece captured in time. Immortal as stone, Petra knew she would have to release them from their stoney silence soon. Katie, with her incredible physique, the first to be petrified was a sexy statue. A bathing beauty sans swimsuit and rendered in stone. Petra touched those incredible breasts one last time, so firmed up and so breathtaking.
Her ‘Adonis’, Dirk…Dick? Petra didn’t remember his name was next on the documentary list. She appreciated his bodybuilder pose, bulging muscles, and that awesome package! She kind of felt bad, but since Toby and she weren’t really an item (yet?) she partook of his marble member, lapping at it with her tongue until it was as moist as her own pussy was.
The statued Amber (I think that was her name! Petra thought) with her shaved crotch and tall build was documented in full. Petra walked around the tall figure numerous times, it was like taking pictures of a giraffe! Nothing fit into the entire frame at once! Her ponytail braid looked great, and Petra considered styling her own ponytail like that in the future. Very Lara-Croftish! And speaking of Lara Croft, Amber certainly had the cleavage to match! Petra thought Amber was the only statue she would have truly considered keeping stone. She was that statuesque!
Next up was, darn she forgot his name too. It was a shame that she couldn’t keep track of all the models’ names but with…18? 19? statues on the grounds now it was a wonder she could keep track of her own plans! He was another dynamite dude, posing like a flexing muscleman and stoned Sandy touching up his makeup by his side. They really made a wonderful pair, an unplanned moment that actually came out for the better. Looking like an indifferent Olympian, he seemed to rebuff the lithe Sandy’s figure. A mere mortal unworthy of the attention of a god! Petra tried to photograph both of the marble figures in the same frame when she took snapshots. Video-choreographing them together was more difficult so she settled on panning over each statue separately.
The last two female statues got the once-over. The showering beauty, with shellacked stone hair and the haughty last model who Petra had to rush and petrify. She was in a simple hands-on-hips pose and Petra wished she had time to reconsider reposing the statue but time had run out on her. She was adequate, but was far overshadowed by the ‘bathing’ statue. That was an incredible pose and Petra was surprised the model would have even suggested it as she would have been holding it quite awhile had she not known about being turned to stone! Petra was tempted to unfreeze her and see just how long the woman could hold that pose before tiring. She had such a fine ass… so perfectly round and curvy.
--Look ma, a talking statue!--
Petra didn’t think she could have stayed up all night but she did. The sun was already coming up, lending a warm orange glow to her marble monuments. It would be quite a new day, almost as eventful as the previous if that was any indication! She gathered up the loose videotapes and film rolls that had been left on the lawn in her haste to film every inch of her new sculptures. It took some time, but she finally got around to actually getting a bite in the kitchen. She had run around nude for so long it felt normal for her now. Liberating and powerful at the same time for some reason. She munched on some toast and took a camera out to document Max in the workroom. She had been pretty much isolated from the rest of the statues, so Petra took some time to document her ultra-skinny body. Max’s pierced navel looked kind of cool in stone. It reminded Petra of Daphne’s clit jewelry, the way the shiny ring was embedded in white stone.
Eventually the princess of petrification took a look at the fountain in the circle. None of this could have happened without you Julie, Petra looked at the wonderful statue that Julie had become. She knew the time was rapidly approaching when she would have to turn Julie back to normal. But now was not the time, or was it? Petra’s mind hatched a devilishly deviant idea as she aimed the red restoration ring at Julie’s head.
“No, Petra don-“ Julie gasped, the last words that would have made it out of her mouth if she could have spoken them in the shower. She blinked and realized her surroundings had instantly changed! No longer was she in the privacy of her bathroom, she was surrounded by blue sky and outdoors! “Petra? What did you d-“ Julie recognized the landscape as the driveway in front of the mansion but realized she was standing at a weird angle, as if she was off the ground and that’s when she realized she couldn’t move at all! “What?” Julie looked down, as much as she could given her neck and the entire body beneath was still solid marble!
“Hiya Julie,” Petra waved from the ground. She had the most wicked-looking grin on her face. And she was naked too!
“Petra! Change me back to normal right now! “How did you get me up”-- Julie suddenly realized she had been standing naked here for awhile— “How long have I been like this?!” She was starting to get really pissed off!
“Don’t worry Julie, I’m going to change you back… when I feel like it! In the meantime I’ve been keeping myself busy…” she pointed over beyond the landscaping. From Julie’s higher vantage-point she should be able to see a little of the pool.
“What?” Julie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She glanced with her eyes to the point where Petra was pointing. She could see what looked like over a half dozen statues around the pool! A pool that had absolutely no statuary decorations as far as she had ever recalled! “Petra what have you done? I’m going to make you… No don’-!” Julie’s protests were cut off as Petra raised the green ring and turned her back into stone! Julie’s face was more than a little perturbed now, as opposed to the original surprised look that was more appropriate for her cringing pose.
Petra hoped there wouldn’t be any hard feelings. Hard feelings… there certainly had been enough of those over the past night! She took some more last minute daylight photos of her outdoor statuary group, concentrating on the statue models before seeking out her petrified friends. She even threw in Julie’s statue for good measure. Three more rolls of film down the tubes! She knew it was getting to the point where she would have to start putting her grand plan ready and began collecting up all the catering tables and leftovers and stuffing them out of sight in the pool shed as best she could.
Another wicked thought popped into Petra’s fertile mind. Sure she had photos of everyone but could she do one more thing to capture this special night? There was! She ran back and forth to each of the statues, breaking off a tiny sliver of petrified pubic hair from each statue as carefully as she could. She settled for a strand of hair from the shaved model’s head. In a tiny zip-lock bag, the stone souvenirs were going to be her own personal keepsake!
--Putting the plan in action--
Petra ran upstairs and searched for the outfit she had worn on Saturday morning when the statue models had showed up. Wiggling into her white pants and shirt, she went over in her mind what she had to do. Everything would have to be done in the right sequence or everything could go bad! She retrieved the makeup artist’s clothing and lay it on the grass. Some makeup remover from the artist’s assistant’s bag cleaned up the painted-over shoes pretty well. Any lingering specks could be chalked up to the makeup painting session, Petra figured. Getting the panties back on took a lot longer than she thought. It took seemingly twice as long for her to maneuver the fabric undies under the heels of the statued artist. Agonizing millimeter by millimeter she slid the legholes under each firmly planted foot. Was it this difficult to get them off in the first place? It was only when she started sliding up the panty that Petra realized she had done it backwards! There was no time to fix her mistake though, so she pulled the underwear up and smoothed it out as best she could before zipping the wraparound skirt back into place. The shirt was easily draped over the statued sculptor and Petra was satisfied she would not have any recollection of anything wrong (till she looked at her panties, anyway).
With Sandy fully dressed (a weird sight as all the other statues were naked) Petra began making her way back to the mansion. One clothed statue looked very out of place, and Petra was glad she went through the trouble of stripping the sculptor/bodypainter for the party. Finding Max still frozen in place, Petra took a deep breath and restored the assistant with the red ray. Max came to life as Petra silently slipped away. Max didn’t seem to feel anything was amiss and she continued setting up for the eventual cleanup work. The great cover-up had begun!
Petra dashed outside and took her place in front of Sandy, slightly in the middle of the statue group. She wondered if she could get away with restoring the statues one by one, but figured with seven people there it would be way too risky. It was all or nothing now as she aimed the red ring and swept the beam over all seven of the stone figures from left to right before quickly secreting her hands. She held her breath and waited for a reaction as Sandy’s skin was restored to color and she brushed the elbow of the male statue with her makeup brush. The other models, still remained white of course. Their bodypaint was so convincing Petra at first thought none of them were restored to life!
“That tickles!” the male model flinched as he turned and saw Sandy standing there. “Where’d you come from?” he blinked as if seeing a mirage.
“Whoa!” the female statue Katie turned her head. There was an entire chorus line of statues here now! “You guys are really sneaky! I didn’t even hear you come up!”
“Me neither!” another girl statue broke her pose and looked around. “Guess we were really getting into it!”
“Must be, you know how you can fall into a trance when you’re stiff for a long time,” Katie smiled.
“The guests will be here very soon, please be very quiet and return to your poses!” Petra admonished the living statues. None of them seemed to notice anything major had happened. A small feat since the last thing any of them had seen was Petra the day before! It seem the first test had been passed! “I’m going back to the mansion and check on something, I’ll be right back!”
“Did you notice that statuary by the pool earlier?” one of the male models asked his female partner as Petra hightailed it out of there as fast as she could. Jim and Kristi certainly weren’t present when the models had been turned to stone but if Petra worked as fast as she could there would be no time for questions.
Petra ran into the mansion and collected herself. Okay, take a deep breath…she prepared herself as she burst into the room where Max was setting up. “Oh no! I don’t know what to do!” Petra wailed in her best-distressed tone.
Max was sort of surprised by Petra’s appearance and flinched like a bullet had been shot. “What happened?” Max asked.
“It’s terrible, my…aunt is in the hospital!” Petra tried to cry but couldn’t find the crocodile tears. That might be a little over the top for her to pull off anyway. At least her breathless performance was enhanced from all the running around she had done. “I have to cancel the party!”
“It’s okay, we can deal with it,” Max reassured her. “Have you told Sandy and the models yet?”
“No,” Petra sniffled. “I’ll go tell them now.”
“I’ll come with you,” Max offered as the two women went outdoors. Max consoling arm was on Petra’s shoulder the entire time. “Don’t worry about it.”
Petra explained the situation to Sandy and the statue models. She did her best to sound convincing and apologized for getting them all here and painted for nothing. The extra check she wrote out to cover their troubles no doubt helped as the models made their way back to mansion to gather their belongings.
Because of Petra’s ruse they even offered to cleanup as fast as they could, using all the guestroom showers (except one, which Petra had to explain was conveniently ‘under repair’. The statue of Fifi, semi-dressed in the guestroom hallway did draw some second looks, but since the mansion had some other unusual pieces d’art and artist-types were rarely thrown by unusual pieces it didn’t seem to clue in anybody. As if they could guess what had really happened to all of them! Sandy did inquire as to whom the artist responsible for ‘Fifi’ was, and Petra just admitted she didn’t know and that it was the last thing on her mind at the time. In a little less than an hour (probably the longest hour in Petra’s life) all the models were cleaned up (Petra would have offered to help scrub down some of the guys but didn’t think it was appropriate considering her ruse) and heading out the front door to the van.
“Did you notice the statue on the fountain before? Does it look… angrier?” she heard one of the models comment as they loaded up. Petra waved as the vehicle departed, trying to look both emotionally disturbed yet normal at the same time. She was getting to be exhausted at keeping up this false front!
Petra sighed as the gated driveway opened to let the van leave. Part 1 of the plan had gone well… the hardest part was yet to come though!