Author’s Note: Once again, this is an ongoing story inspired by the work of Thorne Smith's "Night Life of the Gods"...

--StatueWatch--

Petra froze. Somehow she had gotten so carried away in her granite groping that she had not seen nor heard the lifeguard approaching. What
a great time to be caught with my pants down, so to speak.

The woman was a stacked (38DD bra-size at minimum), wavy-haired blonde in a tight red one-piece swimsuit and she was carrying one of those floaty thingies just like the girls on that tv show did. She was shocked, to say the least, to see a semi-nude girl fondling a bunch of nude statues on this isolated stretch of beach. She stopped about three yards short of Petra and the two nude female statues. “Would you like to explain what you’re doin-“

Petra turned the lifeguard to stone in an instant. The woman’s honey brown tan became alabaster white as she became a marble figure. Delighted at a new statue to examine, Petra didn’t hesitate to strip off the red swimsuit from the newly statued lifeguard and fondle those impressive stoney breasts and pert petrified nipples. The statue’s pubic hair was shaved close into a thin stripe and Petra licked at it like a thirsty dog. “You’re pretty hot for a lifeguard. Guess the tv show got something right…” Petra rubbed her bare ass against the statue’s crotch. The prickly stone follicles scratched Petra’s soft butt like a really rough brillo pad. “Oooooh!” Petra screamed as she turned and fell to her knees to eagerly taste the stone pussy again and again.

Something about having oral sex with the statues seemed to really turn her on! It was like a horrible addiction she could not resist any longer. Petra moved to each statue she had created and gingerly probed both the hardened male and female anatomies with her tongue as best she could given their inflexible stoney natures.

After a few more minutes of groping and admiring the all-naked statues, Petra lay on the sand, exhausted. What was supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach had unintentionally turned into an orgy of delight for her. Like those old Roman orgies. Petra suddenly had an idea. Maybe there was some way to spread around the fun…like at a party! Petra lay in the sun thinking of all the possibilities. I could throw a party for some special friends at the mansion. No one else is staying there right now except me and Julie, and grandpa is going on a golfing trip out of state this weekend…and Julie’s a statue right now…and I could dismiss the staff except for Fifi and hire some entertainment, a caterer…then it hit her. A toga party! It perfectly fit the theme of polished stone hardbodies displayed about her.

One more bolt of inspiration hit her. Live statues as entertainment! But not in the way they were advertised… Petra hurriedly packed up her stuff as ideas began flooding her mind. She would need to get everything squared away if she was going to make it all work out in time for the weekend. Petra grabbed her beach bag and hesitated at the marbled tableau. Four volleyball players, the three onlookers and the lifeguard stood silently, frozen in time. Together they made a scene, one which would be worthy of remaining on this beach forever to display the perfection of their physical bodies. Petra considered letting them stay this way, but couldn’t leave the lifeguard here especially when the beach was going to get a lot more crowded in the afternoon. So Petra aimed the red ring at the group and restored them all to normalcy as she ran across the beach to her car. Guess I have ethics after all, petrifying innocent bystanders notwithstanding. The surprised former statues found themselves undressed in what seemed like a mere milli-second to their confused senses. The women shrieked and the men gasped as they covered themselves up with as best they could in their state of befuddlement.

--Planning a Statue-fest--

    Hours later Petra was back home, her mind bursting with ideas on how to pull of her little statue party…she twirled the elastic phone cord in-between her fingers as she negotiated with the people who were offering their services.

    "Hello, is this the agency where I can hire living statues? Yes, I want some models to portray some statues for a little outdoor gathering I'm going to throw next weekend. You can? Well, let me see… I want about six statues, four women and two men…uh huh… Oh I want absolutely beautiful models… perfect bodies…they'll be performing for the whole day…nude… uh huh… you can't guarantee that?… not even for triple your modeling fees… Oh I'm so disappointed… I guess I'll have to go elsewh… what's that… You say you can… that's wonderful… I'll put my maid on the line for details on how to get here… uh huh… yes, well thank you very much…I appreciate your assistance…I'll meet with you in a few days to pick out the models…Here's Fifi now…" Petra hung up the receiver as Fifi continued to speak with the modeling agency's booking agent from the other room. She had seen performances of living statue and robotic actors during some of the local acts downtown and through a quick look in the phone book had nailed the name of an entertainment agency that offered living statues as a party attraction.

    Real statue performers would lend a certain look to the party, but they would have no idea how real they would look to the attending guests!

    "Okay, the entertainment is booked… catering is being taken care of by Fifi… now for the guests…" Petra got on the phone and began calling around to all her college friends. Nothing like a good old-fashioned Toga party, with real life-like statues as decoration. After about an hour, she had gotten a few people she knew from some fraternities and sororities to come over next Friday evening. And of course, Toby… she was worried he wouldn't show up after that disastrous date she had with her petrified tits, but even afterwards he still seemed interested in her and she was definitely interested in him. She would have to approach him with a little sense of care.

    She looked out her window to the front court below. Julie was still there, a monument to be admired at the party. Or at least Petra hoped people would notice her beautiful marble body as they would get a glimpse of things to come. The caterers could set up near the pool and she could set up the live statue performers on pedestals on the lawn nearby. It would be a party to remember. She now wished she had set up Julie in the back near the pool, so she could oversee the orgy… oh well, the best laid plans…

--Maid-en Stone --

    Petra descended via the main staircase. She had so many ideas on what to do she almost ran into Fifi at the bottom of the stairs.

    "Ah, Miss Petra," Fifi greeted. "I have completed sending payment for the entertainment for your party. They were most enthusiastic about the rates you offered to pay."

    "Thank you, Fifi," Petra smiled, she had her gym bag slung over her shoulder. "Is Grandpa home yet?"

    "No, Miss Petra, he is out to the racetrack. I haven't seen Miss Julie today either."

    "Oh I know where Julie is," Petra snickered. Just about a dozen meters outside, cemented onto the fountain, and stiff as a statue! "Say Fifi, could you do me a favor?"

    "Oui, Miss, what can I-" Fifi started to say. " OH mon! " the startled maid gasped. "Mon corps est marbre plein devenant!" she said, frightened, as she saw the flesh beneath her fishnet stockings turn to whitened stone.

    "Don't worry, Fifi, everything is going to be all right," Petra reassured the pretty servant as she blanketed the maid with the green petrifying ray head to toe.

    "Je me tourne vers la pierre!" Fifi said again as the feeling of petrification swept up her body, across her chest and up her lovely face. "I'm turning to stone!" she cried out before she became a silent sculpture. Her eyes, frozen wide, became blank orbs of marble.

    "I just wanted to let you know what the partygoers will be in for," Petra purred as she dropped her gym bag and cupped the hardened maid's breast. The soft fabric yielded but the stoney maid's breast did not. It was completely solid as rock under the soft maid's uniform. She found the protruding nipple and fingered it gently. Petra slid her hands under the lacey micro-skirt and felt the hardened features of Fifi's pussy under the silky panties. "Very nice, Fifi," Petra smiled. "But don't get too comfortable being a statue though, I'll be needing your help later on!" Petra left the incongruous marble statue wearing maid's clothes standing in the foyer as she got a bite to eat.

    Fifi stood with her arms raised, bent at the elbows with palms facing out. Her thin arms were white as the lace on her outfit. The gorgeous marble legs 'neath the fishnets tapered down to a slender point at her ankles. Her marble 'skin' literally glistened in the lights of the foyer. Her hair was an elaborate rendered tangle of marbled twists and twirls. She stood in silent, elegant repose, awaiting the return of her mistress who would restore her to life.

    Almost a week to the big bash, Petra thought. It couldn't come fast enough for her, as she gobbled down her lunch. And if she was lucky, she might be able to convince Toby to stop by too. For now it was time to head to the gym, she needed to keep her trim figure in shape if she was going to be wearing a skimpy toga. Petra walked back to the foyer and picked up her bag, still lying at the feet of the still statue. She gently ran the back of her hand against Fifi's marble cheek, admiring the fine details of the statue's pretty face. She aimed the red ring at the statued maid and restored her to flesh. Fifi looked a little flustered and Petra apologized to her, saying it was just another test Julie had asked her to do while she was on her 'business trip'. Little did Fifi know Julie was mounted just outside and had been there since she had to 'leave suddenly'. Maybe she could be let in on the real party plans, Petra considered

--Trouble Brewing--

    Five days later, Petra pulled up in front of the house. In Julie's car, no less. Hey, statues can't drive, and Julie won't mind, she reasoned. Jumping out of the vehicle she said her daily greeting to the fountain decoration that Julie had become. "Hey Julie, looking good!" Petra smiled behind her dark sunglasses. Julie had been a statue for about a week now and Petra actually was missing her company. But keeping her a marble monument was delicious revenge for the stunt Julie pulled on the night of Petra's big date with Toby. It had taken over a week for her to get the guts to face him again on campus. She had even resorted to squeezing her breasts in front of him to try and convince him it was all some elaborate practical joke she had played. See?!! She had said in her clinging, most provocative dress. Soft! Petra rolled her eyes as she recalled the dialogue. She was really desperate to get Toby. So desperate that it had virtually distracted her from using the petrifying ring since that day at the beach. Now, with his agreement to attend, she could focus on the petrifying aspects of the coming weekend.

    She went upstairs to her room and lay on her bed as she checked off the names of the guests. It was going to be a rather small group. No more than a dozen or so people, an intimate affair, but if she had planned it right it would be a wild occasion. Her grandfather was leaving on his pleasure trip on Wednesday, and Petra had already told the mansion staff that they were getting the long weekend off. Petra rolled off her bed and walked downstairs to the kitchen. The sound of raised voices caught her ear. It sounded like someone was at the front door.

    "I want to see Juliette Covington now!" a familiar voice bellowed.

    Petra descended the stairs and saw Daphne DeNavereau at the front door speaking to Fifi. Daphne was dressed as usual, her lime green leather blouse and skirt outfit featured daring cleavage. Fifi looked like she was having a difficult time satisfying the impatient woman.

    "Miss Covington is not in town, Miss DeNavereau," Fifi tried to explain. "She had to leave town suddenly for business matters."

    "Bullshit!" Daphne raised her voice. "I know she's in here somewhere and I'm not taking some servant's word on it!" Daphne put an unusually derogative slant on 'servant' when it sputtered from her lips. Typical Daphne.

    Fifi tried not to react to the disparaging Daphne and looked quite relieved when she saw Petra coming down the stairs. "Miss Petra, I'm sorry to intrude but could you this…woman (Fifi put a not-so-subtle pause before uttering the word) where Miss Julie is?"

    "Sure Fifi, let me handle it," Petra beckoned for Fifi to depart and faced Daphne. "Hello Daphne," she said, not so icily as she could have.

    "Patricia," Daphne hissed in a dismissing tone. "Where is Juliette? I need to speak to her about the Museum reports that she was supposed to have ready for me! And don't give me any b.s. about her being off on business! She knew full well these reports are very important and she's been completely incommunicado! I've been trying to call her all week and she simply isn't answering my calls," Daphne put her hands on her hips in an indignant pose. Petra thought to herself how statuesque she looked like that but didn't act.

    "Sorry, but it's true…" Petra started. "Julie is out conducting…research," Petra stumbled on her words as she could see the statue of Julie standing on top of the fountain in the court. "Very important research…but she knows how important those reports are and…and she'll be back in time to finish them," Petra knew she sounded vague but hoped she sounded at least plausible. And it was the truth too, to an extent.

    Daphne looked askance at Petra. The young woman looked earnest enough but something about her story didn't seem on the up and up. "Just tell Julie if she doesn't have those papers ready I'll have her head!" Daphne began to storm away from the mansion.

    "Sure, I'll let her know," Petra followed Daphne out to her car. Daphne was about to get into her car when she noticed the fountain. Or more accurately, the ultra-realistic statue of Julie on the fountain!

    "Where did you get that statue from, Patricia?" when Daphne said it, it sounded more like an accusation than a request.

    "Oh that? We've had it for…ages," Petra tried to discourage Daphne's curiosity. "You know you really should stop by more often…don't be a stranger…" Petra would have shoved her out the door, except they were already outdoors.

--Party Prepping--

    Petra closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. The entire staff had been dismissed for the long weekend, and Grandpa Covington had left on his trip the night before. With Julie an immovable statue on the fountain out front, only she and Fifi the maid remained in the house.

    The entertainment company had plans to send the models over first thing in the morning to set up the live statue bit. She had hand picked the models based on pictures the artist had in her portfolio as well as from some 8x10 glossys of models for hire. Little did the models know that they would be performing their parts for real, Petra smirked. She had the caterers set to arrive later that afternoon. They were a bit mystified that she didn't want any tuxedoed servers considering the swank surroundings of the mansion but she assured them it was a strictly low-key affair.

    Petra looked at the two rings on her hands. These little babies hadn't seen much action since Julie was stoned but tomorrow should be another matter entirely. Her pussy moistened at the thoughts of petrified bodies decorating her party. She was tempted to use the rings on herself for some extra-special marble masturbation, but she knew it would be a long day and she had to sleep. The last thing she needed was to spend a whole night petrifying herself and not be able to keep her eyes open when the guests arrived tomorrow! She slipped the rings off and put them on her dresser. Lying in bed dressed in a body hugging crop top and panties she dreamt sweet petrifying dreams.

    Hmmm, ohhhh yessss! She felt her toes freeze into dainty stone digits. Her ankles, slim and sexy calves followed her feet as they too became hard and immovable. She could feel the skin of her inner thighs harden beneath her fingers, the green light seemed to bathe her entire body. Her fingers touched her sex, stimulating her soft flesh, her smooth skin. Her roaming fingers stopped at the edge of her pubic hair. The silky strands of brunette hair turned into brittle twigs of marble. Her hands swept over the marbleized splinters, shaving her petrified crotch smooth and clean. Her hands moved up her torso, following the petrification process. Her index finger slipped inside her navel as it hardened into a stone dimple. Her palms stroked her hardened sides, following the conversion of soft tissue to calcified marble. OOOHHH! Her breasts were overwhelmed by the marble effect! Aureoles and nipples became frozen droplets. Magnificently marbled now, they glowed with a shiny sheen of the moonlight. Her arms and hands froze, unable to move any longer. She could feel the marble lapping at her chin, moving over her lips, pouting, pursed…petrified! Soon I'll be preserved forever…eternal beauty…everlasting…The last thing she saw before her face froze forever was…Toby!

    "OH!" Petra awoke early. That was quite a dream! She threw on a casual-fit blue T-shirt and white hip hugging Capri pants and dashed downstairs. Fifi had already got breakfast on the table. Rather plain, considering the cook was off duty, but Petra didn't mind anything more fancy anyway. Her mind swam with all sorts of ideas on how she would spend the night with Toby. She couldn't wait for the models to arrive. At around ten-o clock in the morning the entertainment van showed up. A van with the models and makeup artists pulled into the front driveway and Petra practically broke down the front door to greet them. She introduced herself and ogled the models. They were gorgeous, as promised. The women were all bosomy and tall, thin. Petra was jealous already. You'll make fine additions to the décor after you're suitably statued though! The guys had broad chests that Petra could tell they were well built under their polo shirts. Hunky, Hercules-types, you're about to become stiffened statues! The two makeup artists were female as well and unloaded their equipment, consisting of airbrush spray guns and a lot of body paint. Petra asked if they could duplicate the quality of the Julie statue prominently on display and the makeup artists said no problem after they admired the lovely statue. No problem indeed, Petra thought.

    Petra brought the entire group out to the pool, and she explained where the caterers were going to set up. Sandy, the makeup artist, a frizzy haired blonde with a slight body, laid out the faux pedestals the 'statues' would be standing on. Petra asked the models to run through some poses and they happily complied, though they did mention that they wouldn't be able to hold these poses permanently. That's what you think! Petra thought. She agreed on the 20 minute breaks per model, They're not going to need them anyway. Petra insisted all of the models be there 'in character' for the first guests as she wanted to make a big impression on them. When Petra was satisfied with their preliminary poses she led them back to the mansion.

    "Do you have a room where we can apply the makeup?" Sandy asked. Her assistant was Max, a short-haired brunette with a streak of blonde in her hair and a rail thin figure. Tattoos circled her arms like bracelets, and her pants were so loose-fitting her undies were showing. They aren't so bad looking themselves, Petra thought of the two artists. She was getting giddy as the anticipation was starting to become too much for her and she led them inside a rather large, yet plain room.

    The models began undressing in the 'work' room, a mostly storeroom-ish studio where Julie sometimes tinkered. Drop cloths were laid down and the female models took turns being spray painted by the artist while the assistant prepped the guys. Petra peeked into the room more than once, curious to see the transformation from live model to live statue. The models didn't seem to mind. They shouldn't at three times their rate! No privacy for them anyway since they're going to be naked statues! One of the guys seemed to be quite taken with Petra and he continually smiled at her as he was getting painted up. The artists worked fairly quickly, applying a base coat of white paint via the sprayer they had hooked up and then an undercoat of light blue followed by another layer of glossy white. Petra was amazed at how quickly their bodies took on the appearance of statuary after only a few coats of paint. After their skin color disappeared beneath the paint, they really started to look like statues!

    After the coats of paint were sprayed on, Sandy touched up each model personally. She 'styled' the model's hair so that it would look like stone rather than soft. Katie, the first model to be 'finished' was led outside by Petra. The other models in various stages of painting stood around trying not to smear their paintjobs as it dried.

    Petra took the painted model Katie out to the pool and indicated where their pedestals would be. As the model got onto the pedestal she arranged her limbs into the specified pose Petra had decided on earlier and held her position for approval. Petra froze her into a REAL stone statue! The model's whitened skin didn't visibly change much at all. The entire petrification process was seemingly invisible. That's a good makeup job, Petra realized as she touched the models thigh and found she really had turned to stone. Katie was posed in a perfect statuesque pose, right leg tucked and bent glamorously, left arm reaching behind the head, right arm bent and touching her right shoulder. Her nipples were proudly pointing out due to the chilly air outside. She made a magnificent statue!

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