Statues
Back when i was first working around my story The Countess (High fantasy version) I toyed with a particular story, It was set in the Renaissance time, Where culture was the forefront of importance, and Noble family's and house's still ruled supreme. In my story there was this Mason, A statue maker. He was a failure as much of the city was concerned, He was obsessed with crafting Erotic statues of the female form the likes that would of made even a Roman blush. Yet he could never truly capture that female form, No matter how he tried they always lacked soul.
Yet one day thru accident or on purpose, One of his young femme assistants ended up getting splashed with the cement mixture he was using, She panicked and as it started to harden it forced down from its weight, She could barely manage to catch herself, On her hands and knee's trying to pull it off as it hardened. Being the skillful man of trade that he was, He quickly made it to where she could breath but her upper body was set literally in stone. After he calmed himself he couldn't help but to admire her form, that thin layer of stone that covered her face, shoulders hugged her form perfectly.
He could still hear her panic but pushed it from his mind, Slowly he worked, splashing more onto her supple flesh and spreading it over her hips, Thighs and along her legs, It took little time for it to harden around her, He had finally captured the female form and in the process turning her into a living statue / table (At least for a few days). It was the female form in all its perfection, every detail right down to those pert little nipples and those swollen neither-lips had been captured. That same day he revealed 'her' to the noble family's of the city And the People loved it.
Noble houses loved the idea of a Female bodice as a mere piece furniture, Tables and so fourth, And they wanted more! So he did just that, At first it was easy tricking young girls or even the more shapely milf types into those poses as he covered them in cement, Telling them that they would be the grounds for a masterpiece! If they just posed for him till he could capture their form like a true artists, They figured he was merely learning their curves or making molds of their body's until it was to late to escape.
Yet the simple human form twisted in one way or another wouldn't be the end of things, that's why he would experiment. After all how many women would come running hearing they could be apart of art, Even playing with twisted unions, Capturing a woman in the pleasure of being mounted by a beast, A horse for example, After time and time again he would learn that he has to start with the legs, Hind legs in particular, Then where they are joined, The horses bellie and her back where the flesh meets and on from there, Able to see the panic in the creatures eyes as it couldn't move, Hear her cries as she couldn't move, left forever impaled under the horse.
The main character in it oddly isn't the girl(s) its more the artist of it all, was cooking an idea of maybe he keeps the girl and animal alive as long as possible, Pumping nutrients into them which would typically be large amounts of Cum. Thru small yet to be plugged opening at one lewd opening or another to pump copious amounts of cum in to keep them full and alive as long as possible. Okay for the last part maybe i just have a perverted want to see a male horse getting a plump belly from injections under its tail.
Imagine her terror, fear able to not only feel the seed churning inside of her but the stallions cock constantly growing thick, going flaccid, pumping her full again and again with its piss and cum as the beast has no where else to relieve its self. Hours pass, Maybe days as shes on display about to hear people all around mere inches away, able to feel the stallions breathing, feel its heavy stomach against her back (depending on position). But its not a bestiality tale! Or doesn't have to be in the least, Its Bondage in its ultimate form pure and simple with a bit of fatalism and slightly extreme kinks depending on the direction once chooses to take it.
Back when i was first working around my story The Countess (High fantasy version) I toyed with a particular story, It was set in the Renaissance time, Where culture was the forefront of importance, and Noble family's and house's still ruled supreme. In my story there was this Mason, A statue maker. He was a failure as much of the city was concerned, He was obsessed with crafting Erotic statues of the female form the likes that would of made even a Roman blush. Yet he could never truly capture that female form, No matter how he tried they always lacked soul.
Yet one day thru accident or on purpose, One of his young femme assistants ended up getting splashed with the cement mixture he was using, She panicked and as it started to harden it forced down from its weight, She could barely manage to catch herself, On her hands and knee's trying to pull it off as it hardened. Being the skillful man of trade that he was, He quickly made it to where she could breath but her upper body was set literally in stone. After he calmed himself he couldn't help but to admire her form, that thin layer of stone that covered her face, shoulders hugged her form perfectly.
He could still hear her panic but pushed it from his mind, Slowly he worked, splashing more onto her supple flesh and spreading it over her hips, Thighs and along her legs, It took little time for it to harden around her, He had finally captured the female form and in the process turning her into a living statue / table (At least for a few days). It was the female form in all its perfection, every detail right down to those pert little nipples and those swollen neither-lips had been captured. That same day he revealed 'her' to the noble family's of the city And the People loved it.
Noble houses loved the idea of a Female bodice as a mere piece furniture, Tables and so fourth, And they wanted more! So he did just that, At first it was easy tricking young girls or even the more shapely milf types into those poses as he covered them in cement, Telling them that they would be the grounds for a masterpiece! If they just posed for him till he could capture their form like a true artists, They figured he was merely learning their curves or making molds of their body's until it was to late to escape.
Yet the simple human form twisted in one way or another wouldn't be the end of things, that's why he would experiment. After all how many women would come running hearing they could be apart of art, Even playing with twisted unions, Capturing a woman in the pleasure of being mounted by a beast, A horse for example, After time and time again he would learn that he has to start with the legs, Hind legs in particular, Then where they are joined, The horses bellie and her back where the flesh meets and on from there, Able to see the panic in the creatures eyes as it couldn't move, Hear her cries as she couldn't move, left forever impaled under the horse.
The main character in it oddly isn't the girl(s) its more the artist of it all, was cooking an idea of maybe he keeps the girl and animal alive as long as possible, Pumping nutrients into them which would typically be large amounts of Cum. Thru small yet to be plugged opening at one lewd opening or another to pump copious amounts of cum in to keep them full and alive as long as possible. Okay for the last part maybe i just have a perverted want to see a male horse getting a plump belly from injections under its tail.
Imagine her terror, fear able to not only feel the seed churning inside of her but the stallions cock constantly growing thick, going flaccid, pumping her full again and again with its piss and cum as the beast has no where else to relieve its self. Hours pass, Maybe days as shes on display about to hear people all around mere inches away, able to feel the stallions breathing, feel its heavy stomach against her back (depending on position). But its not a bestiality tale! Or doesn't have to be in the least, Its Bondage in its ultimate form pure and simple with a bit of fatalism and slightly extreme kinks depending on the direction once chooses to take it.
