Story 8 written by DomM4f"Statues"
<![CDATA["Statues"
The hot swollen flesh filled her throat almost to the point of pain over and over as she tried to hold
back her need to gag.
Occasionally, the cock she serviced would be removed enough for her to gasp a ragged breath before it
would be shoved in again almost beyond her throat. She had lost track of the loads of cum she'd swallowed,
but was grateful at least for the slick lubrication from her lips to her gullet,
even though she hated not being able to escape the thick musky stench that permeated her running nose.
She could see several things around her,
chief of which above the long veined piston cock in her face was yet another mound of male pubic hair
bobbing toward her, sticky with her own snot from being jammed against her.
Then there were the portions of tall male silhouettes in sport coats and jackets standing around her assailant,
faces shadowed in the dimly lit gardens. Holding clinking rocks glasses of chilled alcohol and mixers,
they sometimes chuckled and commented about her,
exchanging money when she choked out loud or another pair of balls spurted into her.
But out of the corner of her teary eye was the sight that held her interest most and kept her diligently
sucking and flexing her tongue to provide only the greatest sensations of comfort to every cock fed her.
Far to her peripheral left she could just barely make out the shadow of a huge man doing something beneath
another garden statue that squatted on a pedestal very much like the position she was in.
And there was absolutely no doubt in her mind, it was that statue she could hear desperately screaming.
Sometimes when walking you hear footsteps and wonder if the echo was just behind you or a trick of the
acoustics magnifying someone through an open window in an office corridor half a block away.
Other times you know there's a child running toward you skittering to collect a ball.
Still others it's the derailer gear as the bike shifts and you can feel the pass coming to your left
in a moment of air pressure and chain.
But she had heard nothing .. felt nothing .. hadn't even registered another being in the short alley until
the cloth clamped over her mouth and she was lifted bodily by someone very strong and tucked swiftly through
the dark doorway.
As she was subdued by the sharp chemical smell her final thought was that no one saw her take this quiet shortcut,
and since she was on her way out of town alone no one would miss her for days, maybe weeks.
She had first registered only two things as she stuttered back to consciousness.
A foggy white light surrounding her and seemingly digging beneath her eyes to exacerbate the solid pounding
of her headache, and the sharp bright cramps in her muscles bound tightly in the most awkward squatting position.
As she had tried to make sense of her position she heard a sharp clacking release and felt her stomach clench
as she lost balance and her toes and feet struggled to take her weight.
Then stabs of lightning plagued her guts and her aching feet somehow instantly renewed their efforts.
Calves straining and eyes blinking, she squatted holding herself upright stiffly and was able to finally
assess her surroundings.
She was on some kind of wooden platform, cinderblock walls, and a barred black door.
She became aware she was naked save for smooth ropes, hands and arms bound tightly together behind her back
and then secured to a wide leather collar behind her neck, which also served to hold her head up.
Her knees and ankles were also bound tightly together with the same type of rope,
making a neat little package of her. And then the abdominal stabs became clear to her,
as well as her need to stay on her toes despite their dismal weariness.
Long thick rods set in the low platform were thrust excessively deep into both her bowels and her womb,
such that when she moved in the slightest she felt frightening pain beneath her navel and deep under her lower back.
They had the feel of real internal damage should they continue so instead she froze and went back to thrusting
herself up high on her toes, fiery leg muscles having become the lesser consideration.
And so she was sweating and straining, motionless except for her trembling legs and impaled on her demonic perch,
when the iron door swung open and the giant swept inside carrying a large tray of equipment.
Dirty lab coat and dark ski mask was all she made out as he moved and busied himself with water
and cloth behind her.
When he approached it had been sudden and menacing, blocking out the light and making her feel dwarfed
and helpless as he loomed and began to touch her.
Warm wet strips of dripping thickness coated her body and she began to squirm and twist at the feel of the
plaster clinging to her.
He held a small controller directly in front of her face and let her see he was depressing a button.
And her world exploded in a pure monstrous shriek.
He later explained that the rods so deep inside her ass and cunt were pure copper,
and they were the opposite poles of the circuit.
When he pushed the button, the current from the car battery tried to find the optimum path between the two rods,
which happened to be the wettest and most tender parts of her delicate places.
The result was predictable and gruesome as she embarrassingly spattered a long stinking stream of urine
in front of her and a trickling dribble of something behind, but she had no awareness of this.
All she could do was emit the highest keening whistle from her shocked lungs and pray that a few seconds weren't
really as long as the hours they seemed to be.
After the smelling salts took effect she was the picture of perfect cooperation.
The plaster layers coated her all afternoon save for her tear stained eyes, two holes for her nose,
the O of her mouth surrounding its ring gag, and the small football shaped opening exposing her pussy and asshole.
At one point a special hardening layer, a liquid rock,
was added which gave her shell weight and completely locked her motionless.
Once the final white layer was added she was as pretty as any Greek sculpture in the gardens of ancient Athens.
The door closed and time passed in heat and whimpering as she cured,
until different men came and slid her finally up off the dread copper pipes,
then hefted her onto a wheeled cart to roll her out of the cement room.
She was wheeled into a garden in bright sunlight and fed a large gruel meal through a tube.
Then one of them showed her another remote button and she felt something pressed against her vulnerable pussy.
Being an intelligent sort,
she suddenly vowed to make her eyes and openings appear as eager and pleasant as they could.
The workman took turns laughing and washing the slop down her throat with fresh piss from their cocks plopped
into her helpless mouth.
And so soon after she was also treated to fresh cum for dessert, and they went away happy.
She sweat miserably in the sun and watched insects frolic in the garden.
She was startled to see other statues in the garden distance,
as she was sure she had seen one blink with a weariness that surpassed the weight of millions of deaths.
With dismay she noted some of the other distant statues were gray and weathered ..
evidence of time spent in this place she dared not imagine and maintain sanity.
She became one unbearable cramp and itch for an uncountable time, and then passed into a state of pure numb,
before cycling again through the time of agony, and it didn't matter.
Once a short silent servant scurried up to her and cleaned all her holes thoroughly and painfully
with a harsh brush and a cleanser,
replacing a small tray she had soiled beneath her with a clean white porcelain one.
And always the sun slowly traveled across the sky and eventually disappeared over the horizon.
So the next long nameless cock in the dark was thrust unceremoniously into her gooey mouth.
Her tongue curled eagerly around it and her throat swallowed with skill,
for although a set of copper pipes were within her sight,
they were not thrust up her and the silhouettes around all chortled and spoke with satisfaction.
Perhaps in the future her enthusiasm would wane and she would again require instruction.
But tonight she would gag and choke gratefully on the endless line of men presented to her and hope
that she would sometime be allowed to sleep.
And always in the distance maintaining her desire at its peak was the unlucky statue,
making the now inhuman sounds torn from its raw throat
.. shrieking .. and shrieking .. and shrieking ..
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