Part 4 - Kristen's Adventures as a Statue
Kristen had become an incredibly beautiful sculpture, standing stiff as a board
in Mitch's studio. Her curvaceous figure was a sinuous study in light and
shadow, while her fair skin and lack of tan lines gave the impression of
smoothly carved marble. Strong studio lighting and her absolute motionlessness
emphasized the effect, fooling the eye into believing she was an actual statue.
But no statue could ever be so perfect in every detail, from the fine texture of
her skin to the individual eyelashes to the tiny flecks of color in her irises.
She was truly a work of fine art, posed from life as all of Mitch's 'living
statues' had been, but somehow different from the others.
Special.
"You're magnificent, Kristen," Mitch mused as he circled
his frozen figure model camera in hand, not caring that she was completely
immobilized and could not hear him. She was gloriously nude, except for a pair
of high-heeled pumps that had been part of her earlier costume, a shiny gold
catsuit that now was a heap on the studio floor. He had not told Kristen he was
going to take her clothes off, but she should have guessed he would. All of his
other 'living statues' spent most of their time as nudes. She had known that
going in. Still, he thought, she might be upset at me.
This was her first
long-term session as a living statue. Like the seven other people in Mitch's
gallery, Kristen had been immobilized by an electronic field generated from a
hearing-aid-sized device clipped to her ear. Once her body turned totally rigid
after the first minute and a half, she could remain posed like a mannequin
indefinitely. Some of his subjects had stayed frozen for weeks at a
time.
Mitch loved creating 'his' statues, and the ability to freeze his
models in their poses. He worked in a constant state of arousal, especially
around Kristen, and his passion etched itself onto his film as elegant and
highly erotic photography, even when his models were posing for 'mundane'
catalogs. Creating 'living statues' turned him on. What Mitch did not know was
how much the sensation of being a statue had turned Kristen on as well. That was
the biggest reason she had agreed joined his gallery so quickly, and it
explained the slight sly smile her frozen figure possessed. A bit like the Mona
Lisa's...
Mitch had taken several rolls of his newest beauty already and
was starting to experiment with special effects. As a statue she was completely
motionless and rigid, so there was no problem shooting long exposures and
unusual lighting. Earlier he had set up the camera in total darkness, locked the
shutter open, and then played the beam of a flashlight across her frozen body.
If it worked, the picture would turn out like an image of an Egyptian mummy
wrapped in gauze.
Now he had tied long veils to her wrists, neck, and
ankles and took more long exposures as the diaphanous cloth was blown wildly by
a series of fans. In this photo, the cloth would be transformed, blurring into a
colored fog as it swirled around his beautiful statue. She, of course, did not
blink or move during the whole time. The slight amount her hairdo shifted only
added to the ethereal effect.
Mitch's conscience nagged at him. Kristen
trusted him; had she known he was going to strip her? He couldn't remember what
they had said yesterday when she was frozen. 'Don't screw up', he thought, 'play
it safe for a while until you're sure.'
He decided to dress her again before
she was revived, a "task" that turned out to be just as enjoyable as removing
her costume had been. The stretchy Lycra flowed over Kristen's shapely figure
like a coat of paint. Even getting her arms back into the sleeves was easy.
Smoothing the shiny fabric over her body was almost like sculpting as he tried
to get every last wrinkle to disappear. Kristen the statue waited patiently as
he placed her back on her feet and buckled the wide belt around her slim waist
again.
He was ready; she was ready. Mitch turned the knob on the control
and she returned to life, with a blink and a stretch. He walked up to her and
held out a glass of water for her to sip from.
"How was it, Kristen?" he
prodded, "Did you like being frozen this time too?"
She nodded, her mouth
full of water, then broke out into a beaming smile. "Like? Don't be so modest -
it was GREAT!" Kristen turned and hugged him spontaneously. "The first few
seconds there, when you were posing me, it was *SO* INcredible." She started to
walk around, stretching her arms and legs like a dancer warming up. I've never
felt anything like that sensation of not being able to move at all! It's..."
Kristen paused for a moment, then quizzically tugged on the fabric where
it covered her full breasts. She looked straight at Mitch: "You did it, didn't
you?" she stated.
"Did what?" 'Oh, shit, here it comes' he
thought.
"Took off my clothes. You did. Right?" Her voice was right on
the edge between whimsy and accusation, but she had turned to face
him.
"Well," he hesitated, thinking if he could talk his way out of this
situation. Nope. "Yes, I did." Mitch admitted. He tried to schmooze her with a
quick digression,"and you were just absolutely gorgeous as a nude..." Kristen
had been, too; no lie.
"Next time," she began seriously, coming up
face-to-face. Then her stern composure broke down into a smile, "next time,
don't *wait so long*!" She ran her hands down her Lycra-coated body, calling his
eyes to her curvaceous figure once more. "I *missed* it..."
Mitch was
dumb struck and relieved all in the same twisted moment. He had been so worried
she was mad; now it turned out she was only yanking his chain. Things seemed to
be moving very quickly - was she trying to seduce *him*?
-- Intimate Poses --
She continued suggestively, "How about undressing
me again -- right now!"
Kristen immediately turned and sauntered slowly
away, exaggerating the swing of her hips and arms. About eight feet away, she
pivoted back and struck a new pose that would look just right for a standing
nude. "What are you waiting for?" she prodded, then composed her expression to
look aloof and distant. Like a statue.
He didn't need any more hints; a
twist of the control knob and she *was* a statue.
His hands flew to her
body while he mentally ticked off the seconds. First, a brief kiss in case she
fell asleep early. Her belt fell away again and he slipped the golden garment
off her shoulders and arms and down across her torso, then past the flare of her
hips. He stopped when he had exposed her crotch and pubic bush, since she wasn't
even completely stiff yet (but *he* was). If he had tried to lay her figure
down, she would have bent over. Now he kissed her again, more strongly, as his
hands fondled her still-flexible body. Did her lips move in response - or was
that just his imagination? He could feel her breasts stiffen as he brushed his
fingers across her erect nipples. Time was passing. As he stroked her snatch,
Mitch could feel how damp she had become. She was now almost completely stiff
and so his probing finger could not enter her. Time was up - she must be
unconscious by now.
Within the frozen shell of her body, Kristen was in
heaven - this time had been even better than before. The touch of his hands on
her bare skin sent bolts of sexual electricity through her immobilized body. She
wanted so much to be able to return his passion; but the device was quickly
turning her into a impassive statue. Being unable to move in the slightest
degree only amplified her pent-up desire. Within a few moments more and she
might have reached her own silent orgasm, but she was getting increasingly
drowsy in the midst of ecstasy. Kristen tried to stay awake, to make the
sensations last longer, but could not keep from slipping away. As her vision
faded, she saw Mitch in front of her, rubbing himself and fumbling with his
clothes. She wished she could have helped him out with that.... Then she was
fast asleep.
Mitch could not contain himself any longer; he pulled off
his belt and pants and brought himself to an orgasm within moments. His hand was
coated with semen and he glanced up to see if he had gotten any on Kristen - no,
she was unsplattered. Exhausted, he laid back on the floor and stared at the
beams in the high ceiling until he caught his breath. This was unbelievable, and
he had thought *Karen* was enjoying herself as a statue!
He must have
fallen asleep, for a few "moments" later he opened his eyes and it was dark
outside again. The few lights he had on in his studio did not chase the shadows
away. Across the room, his other living statues were dark silhouettes. Kristen
stood stiffly just in front of him, towering upward in forced perspective like
some Olympian goddess. 'Not that your average goddess wears spandex and spike
heels,' he thought to himself. He finished removing the catsuit fully; this time
balancing her rigid body first on one foot, then the other as he slipped the
stirrups from her feet and replaced the shoes. Mitch noticed what really nice
legs she had. They were slim, but muscular, as if she had taken dance training
or aerobics.
Kristen didn't mind being a nude - 'She loves it - I never
would have guessed!' he thought. Kristen had always seemed so sensible and this
situation was so wild. Mitch wondered what other twists his latest living statue
would spring on him.
-- Cindy's Awakening --
While cleaning up his cum, his mind wandered
back to another figure in his gallery that he had not been so careful with:
Cindy. She and her boyfriend Dan had been frozen as part of a bet and, 'Geez,
it's today,' were going to be released after ten days. Her pose was very
explicit, a tails-up offering that just screamed "fuck me," and Mitch had gotten
carried away while imagining her as a love doll. Her ass was just the right
height for him to rub his crank on and once ('well, twice') he was slow in
turning away. That was at least what he told himself, which did not explain the
semen in Cindy's mouth as well. 'No one has to know about that', he
rationalized.
'Hi, ho; hi ho; it's off to work we go,' Mitch hummed as he
sponged the telltale marks from the motionless Cindy-statue's back, and front,
and face. He was stumped for a few moments about cleansing her mouth until he
hit on the idea of rinsing it with beer. She had a few drinks that night before
she was frozen, and the taste of stale brew should mask any other, er, flavors
there were.
A few minutes drying time (the fans from the earlier photo
setup had helped) and Mitch was ready to bring Cindy and Dan out of it. At the
last moment he shook some dust from a rag onto her rigid figure. 'Mustn't look
*too* clean', he decided. Their statues were just about where they had been
before; Kristen was safely frozen solid so she could not tell Cindy anything
about what had happened.
Mitch was as ready as he was ever going to be.
He stood by the control console, selected Cindy's immobilizer, and twisted the
knob to reanimate her. The result was almost immediate.
Cindy blinked
twice, then gasped (her open mouth amplified the sound) and stood up
bolt-straight. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Instantly, her hands sought out
her shaved crotch and patted the smooth mound. Her expression changed from
wonder to anger as she realized that everything Mitch had said was
true.
"You Son of a Bitch!" she exclaimed, striding towards him. "You
BAS...." her words cut off in mid-curse as Mitch activated the Immobilizer
again, freezing Cindy in her tracks, a living statue once more.
He walked
quickly over to her. "Look, Cindy, I didn't do anything more than I said I would
do if you lost the bet - remember?" he said, "And you have to admit my device
*does* work now, right?" He waved his hand in front of her blank stare, then
strolled back to the controls. "Now, I'm going to reanimate you once more, so
please - calm down! If you continue to make a fuss, you can stand there as a
statue for another week until you chill out. Okay?" He turned the knob once
more.
"...turd." she finished, then was quiet. About half a minute passed
in tense silence, then she ventured "Did you have to be *so* smug about it? You
knew you set me up!" Cindy was casting glances about the studio, maybe looking
for her missing clothes. Her body language seemed to be relaxing a
little.
"Hey, you agreed to everything beforehand. Why did you doubt
me?"
"You've got to admit it sounds so weird, turning people into statues
just like that." Cindy was walking around now, stretching. She seemed to notice
Dan for the first time. "How come he's frozen too?" She poked the statue with
her finger, causing it to wobble slightly in place.
"Well, Dan helped to
shave you - rather enthusiastically I might add - and then wanted to, ah, stick
it to you while you were frozen into that dolly pose." Mitch shrugged, "I
tricked him into wearing an Immobilizer, then froze him too before he could do
anything more."
Cindy's attention shifted from Mitch as she faced the
statue of Dan and started speaking directly to him, as if he could hear her, "So
you were going to slip me the salami, huh?" She tugged at his belt, the dawn of
a smile crossing her features. "Let's see what you're packing there, big boy!"
Working the trousers down, she exposed Dan's engorged penis, which was well
above average size- ten inches at least. Cindy continued to taunt him, "You kept
it up for little old me all this time? You must be getting a bit blue in the
balls by now!" Turning back to Mitch with a sly grin on her face, she asked, "Do
you have any spray paint?"
"Look in the garage," he pointed. She started
for the door. "But it's cold outside and you are a trifle, say,
underdressed?"
"But you said you threw all of my clothes
away."
"True, but there are some outfits left over from one of my catalog
shoots in the back closet. You're welcome to anything that fits you..." He knew
what those were, and chuckled inwardly.
"OK, thanks," Cindy conceded,
moving towards the bedroom. She paused to hand him back the Immobilizer, then
noticed the naked statue of Kristen standing rigidly posed. "New
girl?"
"Yup, she just started a few days ago." He gazed at her too.
Kristen was a wonder.
"She's really pretty," Cindy said, walking up to
the frozen figure and touching her cheek lightly. Her hand continued downwards
as if it had a mind of its own, tracing the line of Kristen's neck and across
the globe of her left breast. "She agreed to become one of your 'Living Statues'
willingly? No tricks??"
"Of course not. She decided her life was a bit
much for her and that she needed some rest. As you know, there's not much to
compare..."
"You're not kidding! Even so, I don't think it's for me."
Cindy did not sound certain.
She continued back into the bedroom and came
out a few minutes later in a very striking set of new clothes: A tight blue
Angora sweater that barely reached the bottom of her breasts combined with a
pair of shiny blue PVC hip-hugger slacks that looked to be painted on her form.
Her midriff was bare. On her feet were a pair of crystal-clear high-heeled mules
that Cinderella might have worn to the 'Exotic Erotic Ball'. She blurted out,
tartly, "THIS is all you had in MY size?"
It was Mitch's turn to shrug.
"Fredericks was never very conservative, you know. If it helps, you wear that
outfit well."
"Thanks a lot." Finally the absurdity of the situation got
the better of her anger and she started to chuckle. "At least I don't have to
show up for work this way - they'd think I've changed professions!"
She
headed for the garage, then changed her mind and went into the kitchen instead.
A muttered "Cute." could be heard as she saw Karen and Amy's tableaux. Emerging
a few minutes later, she advanced on Dan. "I couldn't really hurt him, you know.
We go back and forth with this fantasy - sometimes he's on top, other times it's
me holding the keys, er, so to speak." Mitch rolled his eyes as Cindy produced a
bottle of food coloring and a basting brush and began painting his exposed cock
and balls a brilliant shade of deep blue. "That should do it," she concluded.
"Get ready to bring him back to life, but let me get in position first." Cindy
took her love-doll pose once more so she would be the first person he
saw.
"Ready," Mitch said from the control panel.
"OK, do it!"
Cindy held her frozen expression for the next few seconds while Mitch turned to
control knob to reanimate Dan.
He shook his head for a second, not
believing what his eyes had told him; that Cindy became fully clothed in the
time it took to blink. Then he noticed his pants were open, just as Cindy
grinned at him and shouted "SURPRISE" in his face.
"Wha - what happened?"
He glanced around quickly, taking in the surroundings.
"You rat!" Cindy
chided him, "You were going to take advantage of poor helpless me, weren't you?"
she did not wait for an answer, "So Mitch figured that you could be part of the
display too. You just spent the last ten days frozen stiff as a board. Looks
like you held it up too long waiting for me." She pointed to his
crotch.
Dan noticed his coloration there for the first time and gasped in
surprise, thinking for a moment that the old wives' tales were true. Then he
realized he had been 'had' just as Cindy could not contain her mirth any
longer.
"Got-cha!" she blurted out. "You owe me one for this, big
boy."
"OK; O-K, I got carried away," he countered, "but don't forget that
you lost the bet."
He took off the immobilizer and tossed it towards Mitch,
who caught it.
"Until it grows back, how can I forget?" Cindy turned her
attention back to Mitch, asking "Were we really frozen for a whole ten days? So
this must be Sunday?"
"Yup. You two were living statues, just like the
rest," he confirmed, "here's the video and some stills of your experiences."
Mitch had made up a small package for them to take. "Say, you wouldn't want to
stay on as models, would you?"
"Forget it," Dan said immediately. He had
finished putting on his shirt and pants.
"You never know," put in
Cindy.
"It was sure an interesting way to waste a couple of weeks," Dan
concluded. "Come on Cindy, let's get you home." They moved towards the door,
paused one last time at the threshold.
Mitch, the ever-optimistic
salesman, said in parting "Stop back, anytime!" Neither of them responded to
that. 'Hey, you never know,' he thought, closing the door.
He felt a
little bit 'down', losing two good subjects like that. 'But,' he reminded
himself, 'I've got two more new statues I can make now!' That cheered him up
some, and gazing over at the voluptuous frozen figure of Kristen reminded him
just how fortunate he was. Plus, tomorrow was the Frederick's shoot! He'd start
early.
While looking for something simple to fix for dinner, Mitch
decided that Karen and Amy needed to get into the lingerie spirit too. It was
easy to choose a costume for the statue of Karen - it was the same low-cut
French Maid outfit and fishnet hose he had dressed her in before. Her pose was a
bit difficult to work with since she had been frozen while seated and her street
clothes were not very easy to remove. Putting on her costume though, was a snap.
Soon he replaced her at the table and returned the coffee cup to her grasp. Now
she no longer looked quite so much like a Duane Hanson figure; more like
something Alberto Vargas would dream up.
For the standing Amy, Mitch
chose a simple but elegant white satin bra, panties, and garter belt ensemble
along with matching lace stockings and cream-colored shoes. He liked to dress
his statues carefully, sometimes pretending they were mannequins for some risqué
lingerie shop. Amy had a rather dark complexion and the smooth white fabric was
a pleasing contrast. As a final accent, he added a pair of long, silvery
earrings and a single red garter.
'There,' he thought, 'much better!' as
he regarded the altered tableaux. The sexy models were already starting to get
him in the right mood for fashion photography, when he could make his lovely
frozen ladies look even more delicious to behold. With the immobilizer he could
preserve that fleeting image of beauty almost forever by turning them into
living statues.
Mitch drifted off to sleep with the vision of Kristen
dancing in his mind.
-- Getting ready for the Shoot --
The next day dawned grey and blustery,
with the wind whistling through every crack and crevice in the house. Spatters
of rain blew against the panes, so strong the sound was like hailstones hitting
a tin roof. Lightning and rumbling thunder accompanied the storm; every now and
then the lights would flicker a bit.
Mitch awoke early and carefully set
out the equipment and garments he would be using, keeping a shot list from the
catalog editor tacked to the wall. Film, removed from the refrigerator, was
slowly warming to room temperature. He finished off the odd few exposures left
in the camera by taking shots of Karen and Amy.
For this lingerie series, he
would use his most strikingly beautiful models: Kristen, Natalie, and Susan.
These last two had previously been his favorites, appearing in most of the
Frederick's spreads. But now there was a new body (what a body), making a
threesome. There were some new poses he could try with three...
Suddenly
the lights went out completely. The room plunged into darkness, with stark
shadows etched on the wall by the frequent lighting. Mitch could hear the motor
in the refrigerator clutter and stop. This was the first power failure that he
could remember. What about the living statues? There was no electricity to the
control panel! He rushed over to the closest statue, which was Kristen, and
looked at her closely for any sign of reanimation.
She appeared to be
still frozen solid, impassive, but Mitch was not sure. Just in case something
had happened he told her, "It's alright, Kristen. The power just went out for a
few minutes. If you can hear me, don't worry!" There was no reaction from her
blank expression. Her lips looked so kissable that Mitch was unable to resist.
The action brought him close to her naked body, so it was only natural that he
would caress her gently. Then, more strongly. A flash of lightning threw the
shadow of their embrace on the wall like a projector and there was a 'crack' of
thunder. That had been a close one! Mitch was startled enough to break the spell
of the moment. He continued on to check the other living statues.
Every
one was unaffected by the loss of power. He thought the control panel might have
some sort of emergency battery - it was, after all, designed for the space
program. They would have to expect something like this to happen, sometime.
Mitch didn't want to try reanimating any of them with the power off,
though.
Until the lights came back on, he could not shoot any photos, so
Mitch busied himself by picking out which outfits each of his models should
display. Susan was tall and lithe, so she would be right for a lot of the
teddies and slips. Natalie had the best toned torso, so she could have most of
the bikini outfits. Kristen was the most shapely and had great legs too, so she
could do the bustiers and one-piece playsuits. 'Oh, YES!' Mitch remembered her
golden mannequin pose from earlier and began to get a hard-on. 'That is one sexy
statue.'
Kristen's first costume series was teddies, three of four colors
per style. The most attractive was an elegant burgundy and black lace number
that also doubled as a garter belt. The accompanying panty was high-cut, frilly,
and black as midnight. Mitch began to dress her in the half-darkness, lifting
her rigid form onto a low table so he did not have to lay her on the floor. The
table could do double duty as a posing dais.
Her panties went on first,
smoothed into place, the straps carefully laid flat against Kristen's pale skin.
Then came the teddy itself, silky fabric flowing over her form like a cloud.
There were dainty bows that adjusted the fit across her chest tightly enough to
create pleasing cleavage. Mitch opened a new package of sheer black nylons; they
felt cool against his hand. Carefully he guided them over each shapely leg and
stretched the gauzy mesh tight so there were no wrinkles at all. The elastic
garters clipped onto the tops to hold the stockings up 'at least this model
won't be walking around much.' he mused. Even though the photo he was planning
to take emphasized the garment, Fredericks had supplied new shoes and other
accessories to provide the complete 'look' of each picture. The shoes that fit
Kristen were jet black patent leather with especially thin spike heels. They
looked great on her.
She was an incredibly alluring photo
mannequin.
Placing his frozen model back on her feet, Mitch added the
color-coordinated glovelets to her arms and brushed her hairdo back into place.
He had not planned to start with her, but Kristen was ready - all dressed up and
nowhere to go!
Just then a flash of lightning stabbed the darkness,
bright enough to leave an after-image etched on his retina for a few seconds. It
triggered a memory of a cult movie long ago showing folks turned to stone then
dressed in risqué lingerie outfits. The erotic image had stayed with Mitch,
though he had forgotten the film's title, as inspiration for his present gallery
of living statues. Back then it was a dream, a vision; now he was able to make
it come true!
Without warning, the electricity and lights came back on
and stayed on. After the shadowy dimness they seemed too bright. Mitch squinted
until his eyes adjusted. Minutes passed; he moved the figure of Kristen to the
background paper and got her positioned for the first series. Sometimes the
power would not stay on and he was waiting before getting started in case the
lights went out again. He strolled over to where Susan sat, a nude statue
playing an "air" guitar. She had been there for over a week and there was a
slight coating of dust on the motionless figure.
-- Reviving Susan --
The power was holding on, so Mitch decided to risk
bringing her back to life now. He selected her immobilizer and turned the
control dial. There was no glitch as she came back to life and completed her
strumming motion before realizing the guitar had vanished. Susan looked up at
Mitch.
"Wow," she said smiling, "that was a looong chord!" Still sitting,
she started to stretch out her muscles. She saw the costumed figure of Kristen
across the studio and surmised, "Catalog time again I see - Fredericks
again?"
"You guessed it. I'm going to use you and Natalie - and Kristen.
She's new."
Susan walked over to her. "This one?" Mitch nodded. Susan was
circling the statue, giving Kristen the critical eye. She continued, "This lady
is seriously cute; and young, too. How old? Eighteen?"
"Twenty-two,"
Mitch answered, "Her name's Kristen - Kristen Edlund."
"Well, she makes
me feel like a crone!" Susan was only a couple of years older. "Are there any
other additions in your collection of statues? I see Nat found a new pose,
there. Kind of odd, really."
"Yeah, she was asking how Kristen wanted her
to pose, and she was taking too long, so I did a candid freeze on her." Mitch
continued, "Were you active when I froze Cindy and Dan?"
"Nope, and I
guess they aren't here anymore either. Where are Amy and Karen?"
"Back in
the kitchen. Why don't you stretch out a bit, then take a shower? As soon as
you're ready we'll start on your costume series. Later on, I want to do some
groups with all three of you in one shot."
"Okay by me." Susan wandered
into the kitchen, then back out again with a can of soda pop. She commented,
"Looks like 'Lingerie is Us' around here!"
"It seemed like a cool way to
get my vision set. Lace is a wonderful aphrodisiac. By the way, the power has
gone out a couple of times. There was a big storm earlier, but it may have
stopped. Still pretty dark out though."
"Uh, huh." Sipping on her drink,
Susan walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Shortly after, the sound of
splashing water could be heard, along with faint humming or singing noises. It
seemed like she was taking a quick one.
'Let's just stretch that shower
out a little,' thought Mitch as he went over to the control panel. It was still
set on 'Susan' so all he had to do was spin the knob. She was well within the
two-hundred-foot working range.
He moved back towards the bathroom,
undressing as he went. He entered the steamy room naked, and immediately his
'flag' went up when he saw Susan posed motionless in the shower stall. The water
continued to stream down her rigid body; she had been frozen while soaping
herself. Mitch entered without hesitation and took the bar from her hand. He
took over the 'task' of making sure her magnificent figure was completely
scrubbed clean and did a very meticulous job of it. It was easy to imagine
making love to her; the sensation of her slippery body touching his own
nakedness got the better of his restraint and he had a spontaneous
orgasm.
A few minutes later, he toweled off after rinsing Susan
carefully. Replacing the bar of soap in her frozen grip, he positioned her
figure in the center of the spray, just as he had found her earlier. He took his
time; getting toweled dry and putting on a new change of clothes. Finally, he
made his way back to the console and animated Susan. There was no reaction; only
the sound of singing resumed.
She emerged some time later, after setting
her hair and getting her 'game face' (as she called it) put on. Mitch did not
detain her any longer, but she *still* seemed to take forever. Eventually she
appeared, looking radiant and gorgeous as always.
Susan did not mention
her frozen interlude directly, but made a pointed comment about running out of
hot water. She had a mischievous smirk on her face as she noted how the shower
had turned cold 'in the blink of an eye'. She also mentioned how clean her body
felt after 'only a few minutes.' Susan let the front of the robe fall casually
open, exposing her breasts and crotch to Mitch's darting gaze. It was a little
game they had played wordlessly since the day she had joined his
gallery.
She knew he could turn her into a living statue anytime he
wanted, but always made believe she did not know it was happening to her. Just
as Kristen had found out, she felt a tingle of erotic pleasure each time she was
frozen. Susan treasured these moments and knew that the upcoming shoot meant she
would become a statue over a dozen times. That thought by itself made her warm
inside, as much as the joy of seeing herself captured on film had originally
done.
Mitch was ready to prepare the luscious Natalie for her role as a
lingerie model. Since she had played a key part in convincing Kristen to join
his gallery, he thought Nat might like to see her transformed into a statue.
Natalie had been frozen while facing Kristen, trying to come up with a new pose,
and did not know the outcome.
"Hey, Susie, give me a hand here - I want
to surprise Nat when she wakes up!" The tall girl came closer. "Help me move
Kristen over facing her?"
"No problem." Together they lifted the
motionless mannequin of Kristen into the correct position, turning her slightly
until the lines of their eyesight almost met. Since no 'time' had passed while
Natalie was held frozen, Kristen would seem to become a statue instantly before
her eyes. A truly magical metamorphosis.
Everything was ready. Mitch
walked over to the control panel, selected Nat's device, and turned the knob.
Their lingerie photo session was about to begin.
Author's Notes:
In part 3, Kristen spent twelve hours being a "living statue" for her photographer friend Mitch. He finally convinces her to join his gallery as he makes preparations for another lingerie catalog shoot. After signing the contract, she is frozen again and becomes a full-fledged figure model. Kristen discovers she enjoys the feeling of being motionless a lot.