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Trapped in Stone  -  1/3 (Fm, fd, humil, bd, creative)

Repost:  This time with many horrible spelling errors corrected.
         Maybe Celeste801 will improve my /Technical Quality score :)

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Do not read any further if:

1.  You are under the age of 18, or
2.  You are offended by explicit sexual and/or erotic writing, or
3.  You are offended by humiliating sexual situations

This story describes creative situations where a man is put into very
restricting, compromising, sexual, and humiliating situations by a
playful woman.

If this sort of story is likely to offend you, then do not continue.

Thank you,

RHMusic

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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 jesus," 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.

(continued)

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