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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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