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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0036 (nosex preg)
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Images by GenericJoe <genericjoe.org>

In deference to short pieces, to Suki's images from when I was first
finding my bdsm-self, I am going to work on a series of images, most
of which will have a bdsm theme of some kind or another, all short.
At least three a week (but I'd love to do them daily.)

As they are posted, the images will be archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/


0036

(nosex preg)

The whole shop was in a state of disarray.  Detective Newt Sanders didn't
know what a sculptor's lab should be like, but he doubted this was it.
He'd have expected a large slab of marble in the center of the room, part
of sculpture slowly forming out of it.  Hammers and chisels all around,
lying on workbenches, that sort of thing.  And he'd expect a certain
amount of disarray.  The artist mind, he thought, could not handle order.

But this was something else.

In the center of the room, there was marble all right, but it was broken
in pieces. He rolled a head out from underneath a table, and lifted it.
It was heavy, heavier than a bowling ball.  Of course, it was solid rock.
The head was of a woman, her mouth open in the throes of orgasm.
The detail was incredible, the hair, every one laid down by a fine
sculptor's hand.

"Do you recognize this?" He asked the landlord, a second or third
generation Hispanic man, who was seemed a bit effeminate to Newt.

"Yes, yes, that is the sculpture he was working on, I think.  Of a
beautiful young lady, so curvaceous.  His sculptures were always so
beautiful."  The landlord smiled, it was a friendly smile.

"So when did you hear it break?" Sanders asked him.

"I never did," the landlord said.  "And no one complained."

In the middle of the room were two torsos, one male, one female.  The male
one was caught in the act of penetration, two different colored marbles,
a light grey and an alabaster white, they couldn't have been from the
same stone.  Yet, they couldn't have been from different ones.

He examined the male's finely veined cock, where it went into the
female statue's cunt.  They were two pieces of stone all right, but
how did it ever get to be so tight.  The female torso, Newt noticed,
was pregnant. Very pregnant.

"How long has he been missing?" Newt asked the landlord.

"Seven or eight months," the landlord replied.  "He traveled a lot and
paid his rent in advance.  But it ran out two months ago... I tried
calling, but no answer, nothing."

Newt nodded.

He found the other head rolled into a corner.  "And what about this?" he
asked the landlord.

"Madre de Dios," the landlord said crossing himself.

"What?" Newt asked, and rolled the head around.  It was another detailed
carving, this time of a man in orgasm, with a look of shock across
his face.  "What?" he asked again.

"It's him," the landlord gasped.  "The sculptor."

"A good likeness, then?" Newt asked.  It was good to check these things.

"More than that, " the landlord said. "It *is* him."

"Sure," Newt said. "Mind if I take this back to the department for a
sketch? Maybe we can find this guy."

"It's OK," said the landlord, looking at the pregnant statue in the center
of the room, and counting on his fingers.  "I don't think you'll find him,
but perhaps you can try."

"Right-O," said Newt, and left to write his reports.  Why did the Captain
always give him these kook cases, anyway?




(C) GenericJoe, 2003
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