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{ASSM} The Further Adventures Of Alice - Part 3 (MF, Enforced Nudity,
Toys, Spanking, FF)

Part Three of Alice's adventures. This grew out of a story originally
by Leviticus. Initially, it was a spanking story, but as her adventures
continue, I added enforced nudity, some light to medium bondage, F/F,
regular sex, and maybe a few other things I can't think of right now.
There are occasional interludes thrown in with other characters for
good measure. Enjoy.

All the regular warnings apply: This is adult material (18+), don't
post this anywhere else without permission, it's all fiction and
resemblance to anyone is a coincidence, don't try this at home,
Copyrighted, all rights reserved, etc.


The Further Adventures of Alice - Part 3

Alice Has Fun as a Statue

By Bluewords (inspired by characters created by Leviticus, editing by
Suzi)

	
"How would you like to be a statue?"

Alice looked quizzically at Cooper. He was always coming up with one
odd idea or another. The two of them were very rich, and Cooper only
worked a few days a week. It gave him lots of time to come up with
things for the two of them to do. The ideas often involved sex in some
way, and Alice didn't mind those at all. Cooper had become very
inventive during the time they'd been married.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I have a friend who's giving a party next Saturday, and needs models
for statues. Usually, there are about 10 or 15 statues, all living
people who have been painted up to look like marble. They are posed and
stand around looking like statues for a few hours during the party."

"I don't know. The last time I volunteered to be a model, it was pretty
embarrassing."

"Well, this is for charity again. You'll have paint all over you, so
you really will look like a statue. I don't think it's hard or
anything."

Alice thought about it. Sounded like it might be fun, but Cooper tended
to get her into odd situations. "I don't think I can stand in one
position that long."

"From what I understand, that's not a problem. There are pillars and
such, and I think all your limbs are supported. You get positioned, and
you don't have to worry about moving much. I don't think it's really
uncomfortable. Lots of people have done it, it's been going on for a
decade or more. And besides, it's for charity. They usually raise a
good million dollars at these things."

A million dollars? There must be a lot of very rich people attending.
It was for a good cause, and lots of people had done it before, so it
couldn't be that bad. "Well, I guess I could do it. Do you think I'd
make a good statue?"

"The best," he said, getting up from his chair to hug her. "Maybe
you'll get to be Venus on the Half Shell."

She hugged him back and kissed him gently. "Do you think I'll have to
be naked?" She was naked right then. Alice rarely wore clothes when she
was home. It was another of Cooper's ideas she had gotten to like.

"You'll be painted like marble. Did you see that spread in the last
Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue? No? Well, it will be something like
that. I'll find the issue and show you. I don't think it will be a big
deal if you are topless for instance. People won't be able to tell all
that much."

Alice briefly wondered if Cooper knew more than he was letting on. But
she trusted her husband, for the most part. She shrugged. "Well, you
can tell them I'll do it. Anything I need to prepare?"

"As I understand it, you just need to shave well. Not a problem for
you." At Cooper's urging, Alice had completed a series of
dermatological treatments that permanently removed almost all of her
hair from her neck down. She didn't need to shave much anymore.

Cooper grabbed her butt and pulled her close for a deep kiss. As he
kissed her, he kneaded her buttocks, stirring feelings in her loins.
She knew that Cooper, very spry for almost 50, was going to throw her
on the bed and make love to her. Again.

Instead, he quickly stripped himself and then pulled her to the floor,
quickly entering her. Knowing her husband, it would be another long
session of lovemaking. Alice loved it.

---

The day of the party, Cooper suggested that she wear only a light
sundress, sandals and nothing else, not even makeup. She was, after
all, going to painted like a statue.

"They'll provide whatever you need to wear. I hear the paint tickles
when they put it on."

"Well, it will probably be the first time in a while that my butt won't
be red." Cooper seemed to have inherited a propensity for wanting to
spank her from his father, Alice's first husband. His father would
spank her every day, sometimes several times a day, and in fact died at
75 with Alice across his lap. Cooper didn't spank her every day, but
often enough so that she seldom wore pants, or even panties. She'd
gotten used to dresses.

"Well, they might use red paint. So, who knows?" Her butt was still red
from the previous night's spanking.

They headed off to the party after breakfast. They needed to get there
early so that she could be painted and positioned, and that might take
an hour or more. After arriving, they were shown around by the artist
to the garden where she would be posing.

"I have just the thing for you, perfect!" the artist told her. He led
her by the arm to what looked like a broken marble pillar, about as
tall as a stool. There were shallow slots cut out from the near top
running down the sides, and the top of the pillar looked something like
a seat. Alice was not sure exactly how she was supposed to look.

"You'll look like you're flying. It will be fabulous." The artist was
effervescent and animated, and didn't let her ask any questions. "Come
on, let's get you started." He nearly dragged her off, and Cooper
excused himself, saying that he'd see her later.

She was taken to an area where there were already two other people
getting painted. Alice blushed slightly, the other two - a man and a
woman - were both naked. They each had a painter with an airbrush
painting them. Alice didn't recognize the man, who was being painted a
light blue color. The woman looked familiar; perhaps she had attended
some party Alice had gone to. She was already painted with a base coat,
a pale green, and a marbling was now being added. Alice nodded to the
woman who nodded slightly, but was apparently not supposed to move
much.

The statues and painters had some privacy. There were sheets strung up
to form three sides of a cube. There were six areas, and each statue
got a private cube, although they all faced a common center. Alice
later found it was more to keep the paint from one statue getting on
another while painting, than for privacy.

The artist pulled Alice over to a painter who was fixing up his
airbrush. "Anthony, this is Alice. She'll be going into the Flyer slot,
so use an antique white. And you'll just need to do down to her wrists
for now, she'll be wearing gloves for this one." Alice said hello to
Anthony and wondered what kind of gloves they were.

"The dress and sandals, miss," Anthony said. Alice hesitated for a bit,
then slipped off her dress and kicked off her shoes. She stood there
naked and a little embarrassed about her red bottom. Anthony didn't
make any comments about it. He turned her this way and that, lifting
her arms and giving her a general examination. Then he fiddled with the
airbrush for several minutes. Finally, he started to spray the paint
onto her.

It tickled just slightly. She had to stand with her legs spread wide so
that Anthony could get everywhere. When he got to her arms, she held
them out so he could cover them. The paint dried quickly, and Anthony
explained that it only came off with some special soap that they would
give her after the party. When he started the marbling, the artist came
back.

"Have you ever worn contacts? We want to do your eyes as well. Most of
the others will have contacts." Alice nodded, she had worn them years
before, but had since had laser surgery and didn't need them anymore.
"Great. Also, there is a mouthpiece. It looks like stone, and will make
it look like your mouth is open a bit. Someone will come by every hour
or so to squirt some water into your mouth."

Alice was starting to wonder what she'd gotten herself into. It was
seeming more and more elaborate as the morning went on.

Finally Anthony finished painting her. There was a mirror nearby, and
Alice was amazed at the job he had done. She really looked like a
marble statue.

A simple metal crown had been placed around her head. It was lined with
padding and although tight, was not uncomfortable. For some reason,
there was a long rod coming from the back of the crown and her hair had
been arranged around it, hiding most of the rod. Her hair was full of
hairspray and looked like it was permanently being swept back by the
wind. Everything had been painted like white marble.

The artist returned. "Perfect. She'll be great," he said. "Let's get
the gloves on and we'll situate you on the column." The gloves had
already been painted, and looked like statues hands with the small
finger broken off and a few chips missing. The effect would make her
look even more like a statue. The hands were stuck together at the
wrists, crossing, and Alice learned that the gloves would be put on
behind her back, effectively handcuffing her. She was a little uneasy
about it, but the artist said it was fine, it would be "great".

Then he asked her to open her mouth for the mouthpiece. It too was
painted marble white, and fit rather snuggly on her teeth, forcing them
apart. This left her gagged. She could only make slight moaning sounds.

The artist and Anthony walked her down into the garden to her spot.
Another man came along to help. Once at the pillar, they helped her to
sit down, her legs fitting half in the slots at the sides. The rod
running through her hair from the crown was somehow attached to her
gloves, pulling her head back. The men handled her like a real statue,
not seeming to care where they put their hands.

The seat on the pillar was sloped and had a flat cup shape in the front
the hid her pussy and helped to keep her from sliding off. She was
almost standing, but her feet slid into small slots in the base in the
back, and they explained that there would be thin ties to keep her legs
in place.

"Oops," the artist said. "A few final touches. Gentlemen?" The two men
lifted her forward a foot and held her there while the artist did
something with the seat. "All right," he said, and they slid her slowly
back down.

Before her butt touched the seat, something started pressing against
her pussy and anus. She tried to struggle but couldn't resist their
strong arms. They pushed her down onto a lubricated dildo and a butt
plug in the back. She was one with the pillar now. The artist placed
flat, thin ties around her legs near her knees to keep her legs from
moving. Her big toes had slid into rings in the base, and these were
adjusted tighter so she couldn't pull out. The gloves she had on were
hooked to something in the base, bending her body back, thrusting her
breasts out. Her head was pulled back because it was attached to her
gloves. The whole effect was something like a woman who had just leaped
into the air, her arms behind her.

Alice tried to move, but she was amazed how tightly she was held to the
pillar. She couldn't even move her head. Everything was connected and
solid.

"Now the medallions, and the contacts," the artist said. He got a
round, almost cone shape medallion and placed it against her right
nipple. He turned a ring just around the inside and the cone clamped
onto her tightly. He even tugged on it to make sure it wouldn't come
off. Then he did the same to the left breast. "Hmmm," he mused. "Do we
have something pointier?" he asked Anthony. Anthony produced a small
cone that came to a point. "Great," the artist said, and replaced the
cones clamped to her nipples with the pointier ones, putting them on
even tighter, Alice thought. If she could have complained she would
have.

The artist stood on a small stepladder and told Alice to open her eyes
so he could wet them and put in her contacts. She tried to glare at
him, but he was oblivious. Alice thought something was wrong with the
first contact. It felt okay but her vision seemed blurry. She realized
after the second one was in that the contacts weren't transparent. She
was blind now!

Alice tried to struggle, but movement was hard, and quickly became
tiring. She was bent like a bow and exposed to the world, with a dildo
in her pussy and a plug in her butt. She was contemplating revenge on
her husband when she heard the artist say, "One more thing."

She couldn't see what was going on, but she heard a faint click, like a
switch being toggled. Nothing happened right away.

"You look great," the artist told her. "Fantastic. I'll see you later.
Have fun." She heard the men walk away.

Suddenly, the dildo came to life. The vibrations started slowly and
sped up. Then the butt plug started to vibrate as well. Alice couldn't
move to change the position of the vibrators inside her. They hummed
away, changing speed every so often. She didn't want them to, but they
were starting to have an effect on her. Then, they both quit. She tried
to move over them, but she had no leverage. She couldn't even scream
about it.

---

The vibrators were apparently set to go off randomly. Just as it
started getting good, they would cut out. She wasn't sure, but the base
seemed to be vibrating a bit over her clit, but it might have just been
vibrations from the dildo. Her nipples ached from the cones clamped to
them. Alice never felt so exposed, or so turned on.

And now she heard people starting to walk around.

She could only hear bits and pieces of conversations.

"- my, that's wonderful. She looks marvelous."

"- did a great job on her. She looks like she's part of that -"

"How does she keep so still?"

She had her first orgasm while a group of people watched, ohhing and
ahhing over her paint job and how she didn't move. She could only make
slight gurgling noises as she came. Someone took it to mean that she
wanted some water, and a squeeze bottle was fetched. The water did feel
good, but the vibrators didn't stop, and in fact got stronger, and she
was having trouble concentrating enough to swallow.

Then she realized something. The vibrators did go off at random, but
also got stronger when more people were around. The more crowds she
heard, the closer she got to orgasm.

It was a long morning.

---

Alice had lost track of how many times she had come. Her arms and legs
were sore from being in one position for so long. Luckily, the crowds
seemed to have thinned. Maybe it was lunchtime.

A voice whispered in her ear. "Enjoying yourself?" It was Cooper. She
no longer had the strength to even gurgle. "You've been at this for
some time now. There's only another hour to go. There is going to be
the judging, and applauding the winner. Then you'll all be let down."

Alice wished she could move, so she could hit him or kick him or
something. He squirted some water into her mouth, which she thankfully
swallowed.

"I know you're probably unhappy that I tricked you, but I also know
that you've probably had a dozen orgasms by now. You should consider
yourself lucky. There's a guy down the way from you with a perpetual
hard on, but he doesn't seem to be able to come at all. And the woman
under the tree over there, that must be a hard position to maintain. At
least you get to sit, such as it is. I need to go, but I'll be back
later. Ta ta."

Another hour! She was too tired to even cry. Then she heard a group of
people approaching, and the vibrators began to buzz.

---

There was some commotion in front of her. She couldn't quite make out
everything that was going on, but it seemed to be some award.
Apparently, she'd won something. She wasn't paying too much attention
because another orgasm was exploding through her. The ache in her butt,
the soreness of her arms, her blindness, the dildo and butt plug all
seemed to coalesce into one mind numbing orgasm after another. The
crowd was causing the vibrators to run on high the whole time.

Alice didn't even notice when they went away. She came down off of a
high, to find it quiet around her. There was a nice breeze blowing and
she could feel that there was some shade on her now, probably from a
tree nearby.

She felt hands on her, and the hands released the ties holding her to
the pillar. Her hands were released, and the crown removed. They pulled
her gently off of the dildo and plug and laid her in the grass.

"Wow, she had fun. It's a good thing there's this tube to catch the run
off or it would have been all down the front of the column here,"
someone said.

Alice didn't move. Her arms hurt to be free now, so she lay where they
left her. Someone pulled the mouthpiece from her mouth, and then
removed one of her nipple cones, and she jerked. As the other one was
removed, she had a final orgasm, not quite as intense as some of the
previous ones, but a good one nevertheless.

Two men picked her up and helped her walk. One of them was Cooper.
"It's best if you take the contacts out yourself, so we'll take you to
a bathroom where you can freshen up."

She was starting to feel a little better, and used the toilet blind.
She got the contacts out and Cooper was there in the bathroom with her.

"Better?" he asked. She nodded. All the anger she had felt earlier was
gone. Maybe it would return, but for now she simply felt strangely -
satisfied.

"What now?" she asked. "Are we going home?"

"Oh no. There's still a full afternoon and night ahead. We're going to
go get lunch, and you can meet some of your fellow statues. I take it
you aren't mad anymore?"

Alice thought a while. "No, I suppose not. I've - I've never had that
many orgasms in my life."

"Well, I thought that you might enjoy it after getting into it. If I
had told you everything up front you would have blanched at the idea.
Sorry for the deception."

"I guess it's okay. Where're my clothes?"

"Oh, well, you don't get them back yet. In fact, we need to take you by
for a touch up before lunch. So let's go, shall we?"

Alice shrugged and followed her husband.

---

Lunch was great. She almost didn't mind that she was naked except for
paint. Of course, everyone had already seen her anyway. She talked to a
few of the other statue models. Some had had it worse that she did.

One woman had been set as if in mid-dance. Thin strong rods made sure
she didn't move her arms or legs, and a pole came up from the ground
and was buried in her pussy. "The pole moved up and down a bit, and
vibrated. I came so goddamn much," she said.

One man had rings around his cock and balls, which left him hard the
entire morning. He'd had a plug stuffed in his butt as well. It had
vibrated, and he'd come three times, twice in front of a crowd.

Each of them had been tricked by spouses or significant others, but
none of them appeared mad about it anymore. Several had found out that
the person that had tricked them into it had themselves been a statue
once. A few were a little uneasy about walking around essentially nude,
but most were making the best of it. Getting to move around and getting
some food and drink helped. And it really was a charity; one of her
fellow statues told her they'd raised almost a half a million dollars
so far.

Cooper came back and told her there was going to be the awards
presentation and they should take their seats. The mansion they were in
at had a large dining hall with tables set up. Alice and Cooper took a
table near the front.

While they were waiting for the festivities to begin, Cooper asked,
"So, are you going to the after-party cast orgy?"

"What?" she said, surprised.

"Just joking."

"Oh, darn. That guy in the blue looked like he was well hung," she
responded, smiling. Cooper had a mock frown and was about to respond
when the artist approached the microphone.

"Thank you all for coming today, including our statue models, all of
whom did a wonderful job. We've raised close to five hundred thousand
dollars so far." A round of applause broke out, which made Alice feel
good. "We've come to the part of the show where we hand out the awards.
So without further ado, here they are."

Alice suddenly realized something. She leaned over and asked Cooper,
"Is he the owner here?" She was referring to the artist and the mansion
they were in. Cooper nodded.

She also realized that giving awards to the "statues" was a little odd.
They had been painted and positioned, and had little to do with their
look. She wondered what the point was. She was about to be surprised at
the answer.

There were both men's and women's categories. The men were up first.
They called third place, and a naked man painted in a light red came
up. The man was a little embarrassed to be standing up in front of all
the people, even though they'd already seen all of him when he was a
statue. He was given a small plaque and a video played on the screen
behind him. The video showed the man how he had been posed. He was part
of a rock, one of his hands was upraised, and he appeared to be looking
up. His penis was as hard as the rock he was a part of. On the screen,
he suddenly came, shooting gobs of sperm out. The orgasm didn't seem to
affect his penis, which stayed hard. Only a slight shudder could be
seen running through him.

All of this on-screen activity made the man even more embarrassed,
although you obviously couldn't see him blush.

"Who was the lucky bidder?" the artist asked. A woman in her late
fifties stood up and waved. The artist leaned over and whispered to the
man, who was confused. He glanced up and looked at the table he'd come
from. The woman there nodded and made a waving motion with her hands.
"Go on", she mouthed. The man shrugged and walked over to stand next to
the older woman.

"What's going on?" Alice asked Cooper in a whisper.

"People gathered around and bid on each statue. All the money is
collected, but the high bidder gets the right to pose the statue for
the rest of the day, at least until dinner. They have to follow the
winner around and stand in whatever pose they are told to." Cooper
explained all this like he was explaining they would have trout for
dinner. Alice was so astonished she didn't respond.

The second place man, painted in blue, was called up, and the video
showed shots of him coming three different times. The artist explained
he had come five times. The man was further embarrassed by the fact
that he was now sporting a hard on in front of everyone, which he tried
to hide behind his plaque. The winning bidder, a young dark woman, came
up and grabbed his penis and led him off, to much laughter from the
audience.

The first place man had apparently come nine times that morning. He was
painted in white, like Alice, and did not seem uncomfortable in front
of the crowd. The video showed him coming again and again. He'd been
won by a middle-aged couple.

The winning bids were called for the rest of the men, each of who had
apparently only come a time or two, and one by one they made their way
to their owners for the afternoon.

Then it was the women's turn. Third place was called, and a pale green
woman came up. The video showed her as a runner, with a cloth around
her midsection seeming to flow behind her. Alice realized the cloth was
probably stiff, part of what held her in place. On screen, the woman
shuddered ever so slightly. "Sensors counted 16 orgasms," the artist
said. The green woman smiled but looked down. After getting her award,
she was pointed to the one who bid on her.

Alice vaguely remembered someone saying she had won second place. Sure
enough, she was the next to be called. Cooper had to urge her to go on
up.

Alice approached the artist and glanced out over the crowd. At least,
she thought, they can't see me blushing. She didn't pay a lot of
attention to what was said; she was wondering who had been her high
bidder. The artist explained that she had come twenty-four times, one
of which lasted 14 minutes, which brought a round of applause. He went
on to explain a little about the sensors in the base that detected when
the orgasms began and ended. All the while Alice on screen was seen
only to quiver only slightly, so tightly had she been bound. When the
winning bidder was asked for, she glanced to Cooper. He shook his head
and shrugged. "I tried," he mouthed to her.

Instead, the artist pointed out a well-dressed man a few tables back.
Alice was disappointed, but went over to the man. He nodded to her and
pointed to the floor beside him.

"For now, on your knees, legs wide, hands together behind your neck,"
he told her. He turned his attention to the first place winner, so
Alice did too.

The winner was a woman in pale pink. The artist said she came close to
the previous record of 31, with 29 orgasms. She had been standing in
what looked like a carved waterfall, her arms up above her head. It
turned out that the high bidder was also the man who had won Alice.

"You have two?" she asked him.

"I have some interesting ideas for the two of you," was his reply.

When the remaining women statues were called out and sent to their
bidders, Alice noticed one pale blue woman walk to Cooper. He caught
her eye and shrugged, then he and the woman wandered off.

---

The man who won her was Arthur Comstock. He took them out to the big
lawn in the back of the house, where others were posing their statues
as well. Arthur was followed by a pretty young woman who seemed to be
his assistant.

"All right," Comstock said, "Let me explain a few things, and then
we'll get started. This party has been done annually for some time now.
In that time, there have been probably two hundred people as statues
here. It was a fun idea, and as most things go, it has grown. For one
thing, the paint is a lot better. You don't have to worry about being
caught in the rain, which happened one year.

"Anyway, it's supposed to all be in fun, and for charity. However, we
do like to have a bit of fun, and generally it's at your expense. I
hope you'll take it in the spirit it is meant, and not accuse me of
just being mean. However, should you become recalcitrant, there are a
few things I can do to punish you, the main one being I can stick you
back into your diorama and turn it up to high. Alternately, I can put
you back and leave it on low. In any case, I'm hoping that you both
will be cooperative and I won't have to resort to extreme measures."

Alice blanched a bit at the thought of going back on her pillar,
especially if it was only on low. She'd be frustrated the entire time.
She decided she would play along.

"One thing I would like to do, however, is add the few accessories you
already worn." Comstock's assistant came up to him and handed him the
nipple cones that Alice had worn. There was a second pair similar to
hers; apparently the other woman had worn some as well.

Oh no, not again, Alice thought. Comstock approached her and she tried
not to flinch as he tightened the cones over her nipples. The other
woman looked with pleading eyes at him, but otherwise said nothing.
Alice realized that she and the other statue were remaining silent. It
seemed to be an unwritten rule of being a statue.

"Let's try something simple at first. Here's how it works. I'll tell
you how to pose, you strike the pose, and if I like it, you stay that
way until I give you another pose." Comstock turned to his assistant
and said in a low voice, "What's a good statue pose? Discus, maybe?"
Louder, he said, "Pretend to be throwing a discus."

Both statues complied. Alice put her right leg back and left forward,
turned her body, bent her left arm and pretended to hold a disc in her
right hand, as if ready to throw it. The other woman did about the
same.

Alice looked around moving as little as possible. She noticed several
people with small cameras recording the scene. Great, she thought, I'm
going to be on candid camera again. At least I've been touched up, and
my skin isn't showing through anywhere. Still, I'm out here naked.
Alice did not see her husband around. She wondered if he was off
somewhere posing his statue. She reminded herself to be mad at him
later.

Comstock had the switch to a pose where they were "greeting the day",
legs wide apart, arms spread and raised to the sky. She might have been
more embarrassed had she realized that the paint did not quite protect
her as much as she thought. When her legs were wide, the lips of her
pussy spread open, and contrasted against her white marble skin. Alice
didn't look at the other statue, who was similarly on display. However,
her companion was pink, and didn't have as much contrast as Alice did.
The cameras filming them did not miss it.

Comstock put them through several more poses, then began to pose them
close to each other, as boxers, as master with a whip and cringing
slave, as dancing sisters. Then he started having them pose touching,
back to back, then nipple to nipple. Alice was getting just a little
uncomfortable, but the other woman seemed to be enjoying it, so Alice
decided it to look at it as fun and tried to enjoy it as well.

A few poses didn't work at all. Alice laying horizontally across the
other's stomach, or a wheelbarrow race, which was too hard to hold for
long. Alice started to notice the positions seemed to have a definite
sexual tone to them. The crowd around them changed, but was always
about the same size. She wondered if the sexual tone was real, or if
she was just imagining it. Maybe Comstock was running out of ideas.

Another thing she noticed was that Comstock was being more abrupt and
demanding. He seemed to be in a hurry for some reason.

The final pose was the wildest. Both Alice and the other woman were on
their backs, then raised up so that they were on their feet and hands,
breasts pointing skyward. Alice felt very awkward.

Comstock called out to a woman passing by with a male statue. "Madam,
might I borrow him for my final creation?" he asked her.

"Might as well," she replied, "I couldn't get anything out of him."
Comstock also whispered to his assistant, and she went off.

Comstock moved the two women closer together, having them each
straighten their left leg, and them pushing them together so that their
pussies were touching. Alice wasn't sure she cared for this pose, but
she didn't stop. For some reason, she felt the need to do what Comstock
was telling her. And as appalled by the intimate contact with another
woman as she was, she was also getting turned on. The contact was
rubbing on her clit and distracting her to no end. Comstock came up and
looked her straight in the face.

"Please look straight up, and open your mouth in an 'o' shape," he told
her. She did so without thinking. She was getting a little fuzzy on
things. The strenuous exercise of the afternoon's posing, the contact
with another woman's clit rubbing with hers, it was all combining to
excite her.

Comstock's assistant came back, but she shrugged at him, apparently
unsuccessful at whatever task he'd had for her. He thought a second
then told her to strip. Just like that. And the woman nodded and began
removing her clothes. Soon she was naked. He moved her like a statue
and positioned her in a wide-legged stance directly over the other
statue's face. Then he moved the male statue in a similar position over
Alice. When she looked up, all she saw was a set of muscular thighs
leading up to a hard penis and a pair of testicles.

"That's it," Comstock was saying from far away somewhere, "the pose I
want." Alice barely heard him. The other woman was rubbing against her
on purpose. Alice was surprised to find that she was pushing and
rubbing back.

Alice suddenly came. She tried to hold her pose throughout the orgasm,
but eventually dropped to the grass and moaned aloud, not caring where
she was. The other statue had also come, and was now on the grass with
her hands between her legs.

By the time Alice regained her senses, the male statue was gone, and
Comstock's assistant was almost fully dressed again. Alice sat up and
gave an embarrassed glance at her 'partner'. The woman smiled at her
and mouthed, "Thank you." Alice wasn't sure how to reply, so she just
nodded.

Alice noticed something odd on the woman's leg, then saw it was on her
leg as well. A white sticky liquid. It was jism! The male statue had
come as well!

Comstock came over and helped the two statues up. "Thank you ladies so
much. I've broken the record. A bit unorthodox I'll admit, but it
worked." He seemed very caught up in the moment, and headed off towards
the house. "Get their clamps, would you," he told his assistant. She
went up to the women and helped them remove the nipple cones. Alice
shuddered when they were removed but didn't embarrass herself by coming
again.

"Thanks you two. That was great," the assistant told them. Then she
hurried to catch up to Comstock.

The crowd seemed to be breaking up, and Alice turned toward her statue
'partner'. Neither seemed sure of what to say or do. "Maybe we should
head in, seems like that's what everyone else is doing."

"Okay," Alice replied. "Uh, we've not been introduced. I'm Alice."

"Sally," the other statue said, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you. I
realize that it must have been a little difficult for you back there,
with you being, well, you know."

Alice gave her a quizzical look. "I guess I don't know."

"Well, straight." It took Alice a few seconds before the light bulb
went off in her head.

"Oh. Oh! I didn't even realize... You, you're lesbian?"

"Well, bi, really, although my current, uh, partner is a woman. She
bought a man, the bitch!"

"I know how you feel. My husband bought one of the other female
statues." The two of them laughed about that, and were behaving like
old friends when Cooper found them heading into the dinning hall.

"Well, I heard you won Arthur the prize this year," he said.

Alice tried to be mad but couldn't. She nodded vigorously. "I guess.
Sally, this is my bastard husband, Cooper, who bought someone else
instead of me. Cooper, this is Sally, my new best friend." The two
women shared a laugh.

"I tried to get you, but Arthur outbid me. Honest!" Alice looked
sternly for a bit, then smiled at him.

"Well, that's okay. I think I probably had more fun with Arthur than I
would have with you anyway." The women giggled. Cooper gave them a fake
pained look, as if Alice had hurt him.

"Oh, there's my m-, my partner, Alice. I guess I should go. See you
later?"

"You bet." Sally ran off to the other woman. Alice turned toward Cooper
and failed to notice that Sally dropped to her knees in front of her
partner, before the other woman motioned for her to stand and give her
a hug.

"You're going to have to tell me about your afternoon," Cooper told
her.

"I will, but later. Are they going to serve dinner? I'm starved."

They went off to find their table.

---

Alice and Cooper shared their table with two other couples.
Introductions were made, as no one knew anyone else. John and Wilma
Grendark, and Lara Eckel with her boyfriend statue Jason Rutter were
their dinner companions. Conversation was pleasant. For the most part,
Alice almost forgot about being naked.

"So what's this prize everyone keeps talking about?" Alice asked at one
point.

"You'll find out after dessert," Lara said. Alice shrugged and decided
to wait.

After they finished a very good chocolate mouse cake, and coffee was
served, the artist headed up to his microphone again.

"Ladies and gentlemen. May I please have your attention. It's time for
the final award of the evening before we begin dancing. As many of you
know, we've evolved a tradition of trying to see if we can get the
statues to come again without all the paraphernalia associated with the
dioramas, or indeed any kind of penetration or contact. The wager is
usually a thousand a person, per orgasm. This year, Arthur Comstock has
managed to get three orgasms, one from each of three statues. This is a
new record. And while I think Arthur might have cheated a bit, he did
follow the letter of the rules. Thus, it is my pleasure to present the
award to him at this time. A round of applause, please."

Comstock got up and went up to collect his award. "Would the statues
that took part also come up please."

Alice hesitantly got up and made her way to the front. The male statue
was next, with Sally following behind him. They stood there around
Arthur as he held his statue. The video of the event was playing behind
them on the big screen. Alice became uneasy watching herself on screen.
It showed her being positioned, her pussy pushed into Sally's, the male
statue above her, the women rubbing themselves against each other, the
man coming, spraying them with come, the women falling and rolling in
the grass. Then she noticed it.

Not only were her pussy lips wide open, it was obvious how wet she had
been, and some of the paint had apparently rubbed off. Against the
white of her marble skin, her bald pussy stood out almost like neon. As
embarrassed as she had been, now she felt totally humiliated. She was
standing in front of a large crowd of people and her pussy was
screaming out "Fuck me!"

Sally noticed her new friend become scared. She whispered to her.
"Don't worry, it's okay. Everyone here is used to this kind of stuff."

"I - I'm not," Alice said. "Our, our cunts, they - "

"Yes, you can kind of see. Don't worry about it really. It sort of
looks like a g-string"

"It's easy for you to say, you're pink already."

Sally laughed, and then Alice did to.

"Well, you've got me there. But I'll bet you're not going to get
punished for coming without permission."

The weirdness of the statement made Alice forget her unease for a
little while. "What?"

"My mistress, she's going to punish me when we get home. Probably whip
me. I wasn't supposed to come after this morning. She's a little mad
that she couldn't get her statue to come, too."

"Oh, Sally, I'm so sorry. I feel responsible." Alice had a concerned
look on her face.

"It's okay, really, don't worry about it." The video was over, and
Alice realized they needed to get back to their tables. Alice was so
worried about her new friend, she forgot about her concerns until she
noticed Jason looking at her. Lara saw him as well and punched him in
the arm. Alice sat down quickly.

"I'm naked!" she whispered to Cooper. "I mean my pussy."

"I think it was this morning, dear."

"No, you don't understand. The paint has come off. It's like a damn
neon sign."

"It's not that bad, Alice, really. Besides, it's not much different
than when you came to my office nude, is it?"

Alice thought about it. "I suppose not. It's just - "

"Shhhh. It's okay, really. Your friend Sally looked about the same. In
fact, I've seen some of the male models with paint worn off of their
privates as well. It happens. You can go get touched up again if you
like."

Alice thought that this was a weird party where these things went on.
Still, she had to admit that she'd come more than she ever had on one
day, and even the orgasm with Sally had been nice. She hated to admit
it but it had been a pleasing experience.

"Oh, no, Sally!" she whispered suddenly.

"What is it?" Cooper asked.

"She's going to be punished because she came without permission. I
didn't get it, something about her mistress forbidding her to come in
the afternoon. Is everyone wonky here?"

"She's a submissive. There are many relationships like that here.
Didn't you see the woman with Arthur?"

"She's a, a submissive? I thought she was his assistant."

"That too. Didn't you wonder why she stripped when he asked her to?"

"Well, I thought it was a little odd, but I wasn't in much position to
wonder about anything at the time."

"Well, Sally has a mistress-slave relationship. She's probably used to
it."

"I feel responsible. Maybe if I talked to the woman and explained what
happened."

"Trust me, dear, you don't want to get involved. Sally can handle
herself. If you butt in, you might make it worse."

Alice fretted a bit. Surely the woman would listen to reason? But she
looked around and didn't see her friend anywhere.

"Come one, Alice. Let's go dance." The music was just starting.

"Can I get touched up first?"

"Sure, let's go."

---

Alice had a great time on the dance floor. Cooper was an excellent
dancer, and she was good enough to keep from getting her toes stepped
on. She was still nervous about being naked, but she liked dancing and
didn't want to sit it out.

During one song, Alice was surprised to see Sally dancing with her
'mistress'. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as well.

"Cooper, I'm going to go talk to Sally's , uh, friend."

"Trust me, Alice. This is a bad idea. You don't know what you're
getting yourself into."

"I have to, Cooper." Cooper shook his head but let his wife lead him to
the other couple.

Sally smiled when she saw Alice approach.

"Mistress, this is Alice, my fellow statue. Alice, this is Mistress
Ramona."

"Ah, hello, my dear. You and Sally had a good time today, I take it."

"Yes, ma'am, and that's what I'd like to talk to you about." At that,
the smile left Sally's face, as if she could sense what Alice was going
to say.

"Alice, it's fine, really, I-" Sally started. She was cut off by
Ramona.

"Quiet!" Ramona told her slave. "Continue, Alice. What is it you want
to discuss?"

"I feel it was my fault that Sally had, well, we both had an orgasm. I
wish you wouldn't punish her for it."

Ramona stood a bit and sized up Alice. "Well, she was told not to come
in the afternoon and she disobeyed. She knows the rules."

"But that's what I'm trying to tell you, it was my fault, not hers."
Cooper just shook his head. He had a good idea what was coming next.
Sally had a very worried look on her face, and tried to shake her head
no, but Alice ignored her.

"If that is indeed the case, then perhaps you should take the
punishment instead of Sally."

That stopped Alice cold. "Uh, muh-me? What, what do you mean?"

"If it's your fault, you should be the one who's punished. I'll tell
you what. If you agree, I'll give you her punishment instead of her.
Cooper can come along if he wants, to verify that I'm being fair and
not doing anything I wouldn't normally do to Sally. If you complete the
punishment, I'll consider it over, and she won't get it. If you fail to
complete the punishment entirely, then I'll have to also give it to
her."

Alice had never thought that the situation would turn like that. "Whu,
what kind of punishment will it be?" she asked.

"Now, now, I can't tell you everything. Do you agree or not?"

Alice looked at Cooper, who just had an "I told you so" look on his
face, tinged slightly with concern. She turned to Sally, who seemed
resigned to the situation.

"I, I agree," she said finally.

"Great!" Ramona said. Sally shook her head. "Let me talk with Cooper
and we'll make arrangements. Why don't you two go dance? Sally, talk
about what you like except for the punishment. Understand?"

Sally nodded. "Yes ma'am," she answered. She grabbed Alice's hand and
led her to the dance floor.

Alice was surprised that Sally took the lead. She was a good dancer.

"I used to be a dance instructor. I can dance either part. You are a
very foolish woman, Alice!"

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to help."

"Alice! I'm her slave! It's nothing I haven't done before. But you, you
aren't going to be ready for it."

Alice got upset for a moment, although she wasn't quite sure why. "I
can take it. Cooper, he, well he spanks me, all the time."

"Well, I guess we'll see." They danced for a while in silence.

"Thanks, anyway, Alice. For trying to stick up for me. It was a nice,
if misguided, gesture."

"You're welcome. I like you, and I hate to think I caused you to get in
trouble."

Sally grabbed the back of Alice's neck and pulled her close, kissing
her deeply. Alice was stunned and didn't resist. As they finished the
dance, she was very aware of her nipples brushing against Sally's. Both
were hard.

They made their way back to their mates.

"It's been decided," Ramona said. "Cooper has agreed to bring you over
this Wednesday. He won't stay and watch, as he knows what to expect.
Sally will verify that I don't overstep my bounds. Afterwards, she'll
tend to you as necessary."

Alice swallowed deeply. "All right," she said.

"I must tell you, there is a, a procedure we generally follow, while
not all of it is part of the punishment, you will be required to follow
it as well."

"Yes ma'am," Alice answered, unsure why she was being quite so formal.

"And Alice, if you don't show up, Sally gets double, understand?"

Alice gulped and nodded.

"Until Wednesday, then," Ramona said and started off, Sally following
close behind.

Cooper turned to Alice. "It's late, love. We should head home. And in
the limo on the way back, I'm going to give you a blistering."

"Oh, Cooper, did I do wrong?"

"Not really, if you can live with the consequences. I'm only going to
spank you to toughen you up. You're going to need it."

Oh no, thought Alice. What have I gotten myself into?

Cooper spanked her the entire trip home. When her threw her down on the
bed and entered her, she screamed like a banshee from both pain and
pleasure.

---

The next morning, Alice was still white marble, for the most part.

"We forgot to get the soap," Cooper told her. "Go get a shower started
and I'll get some things to help."

Alice stepped under the hot water. It felt good on her skin, except for
her butt which hurt like the dickens. She scrubbed with soap, but the
paint stayed on for the most part. Cooper stepped into the shower with
a couple of brushes.

"Here, turn around, let me do your back." He scrubbed her back hard and
the paint slowly came off. When he got to her buttocks, she screamed
out as he tried to scrub them.

"Can't we wait and get the special soap?" she asked in tears.

"It may take me a day or so to get it," he said.

"I can be marble for a few days."

"Well, let's try the rest of you." He was gentler, and managed to get a
fair amount of the paint off. When she came out of the shower, she was
scratched red all over. There were, however, still patches of paint on
her, mostly on her buttocks and breasts. Her face was pale, and her
hair was still pretty white as well.

"Not too bad," Cooper told her, "but you might want to stay in until I
can get the soap."

Cooper sat on the bed with his strangely pale wife.

"What do you think is going to happen, on Wednesday I mean," she asked.

"I don't know what she has in store, I really don't. I don't believe it
will be awful, but it will probably hurt more than a spanking. There
may be other - things you may have to do as well."

They sat a while in silence.

"I suppose I'll find out, then."

Cooper simply nodded.
  

(To be continued...)


Maid's Interlude I


"You two are planning on doing what?"

The three maids were sitting around the kitchen table. Kathy, Delia and
Betty were drinking coffee, taking a break from their chores. Taking
care of the big house was quite a bit of work, but they generally could
take care of most things in the mornings, often leaving their
afternoons free for the most part.

"You heard me. I mean, the missus does it, we figgered we might try it
out for ourselves," Delia said.

"And Master Cooper, what's he said about it?" Betty asked.

"Well, we've not told him yet. We thought we'd ask him and the missus
tonight, after dinner."

"You've still not told me why you want to do this," Betty said.

Kathy and Delia sat for a minute. "Well, it just seems like it'd be, I
dunno, fun, you know? Missus runs around starkers all the time, dun't
she? We figure it like this. We get us some of those French maid
outfits that kind of stretch at the top. `At way, when company comes we
can pull them up, if we need to."

"Well, you've just thought this whole thing out, haven't you," Betty
said. "And it's goofy, too! Just like your goofy English accents."

"Kath! We can have French accents instead," Delia said. "'Allo
monsieur, `ow are you?" Delia and Kathy laughed, and Betty shook her
head.

Still, it was an intriguing idea to be able to go around the house nude
or nearly nude. Her mistress, Alice, did it all the time, and she
looked so free. Betty wondered if she would have the guts to do it.

Delia and Kathy were just plain crazy, she knew. Half the time they
tried to talk in English accents. They said it was because they worked
in such a large house; they were supposed to talk like that. Betty even
found herself occasionally talking in an accent. Now they wanted to ask
the master and missus if they could get skimpy costumes and wander
around half-naked all the time.

"Tell you what," she finally said. "We ask Miss Alice first. See if
it's okay with her. Sort of being comrades with her and all. Then, we
get her to ask the master, but only if she goes along with it. All
right?"

"Oh, Betty, we knew you'd want to do it as well. Thanks."

"Next thing, you'll be wanting spankings as well."

Delia grinned and stood up. "Zoot allures," she said, "I haff dropped
my cup. I am zo zorry."

Kathy stood as well. "Zorry does not do it, petite. You need a
spanking!" Kathy made a show of pretending to spank Delia, who rubbed
her eyes as if crying.

"Boo hoo! Please, do not spank me any more, madam. I weel be good." The
two of them laughed and carried on, and Betty decided that the banister
upstairs probably needed dusting.

Jeez, what goofs, she thought.
 
 

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