Escape Artist

Megan’s lungs burned from running but she knew she had to keep going. Keep running, lest she share her sister’s fate.

She thought back to what she’d seen in the Manor garden only a few minutes before. Her twin sister, Maddie, had decided to go down to the garden to pick some flowers to bring to the party. Frustrated that her sister hadn’t returned yet and was now making them late, Megan went out to find her. After several minutes of fruitless calling, she eventually came upon another nude statue.

Maddie’s perfectly sculpted form knelt in the grass looking back over her shoulder. Megan tentatively walked up to the statue and placed her hand on the small of its smooth back. The statue was solid. The unyielding, cold marble felt strangely good beneath her fingers. Losing herself for a moment, she allowed her hand to stray across the curvaceous buttock and the stiff folds of the statue’s aroused pussy.

A dampness on her fingers startled her back to reality. She brought them to her nose and sniffed before bringing them to her tongue. The sticky, slightly salty fluid wasn’t water, it was human. Megan backed away from the statue, suddenly disgusted with herself as several clues clicked into place. ‘Modest Maddie’ would never have agreed to pose in the nude, let alone in such an exposed pose. The statue’s perfection, a golden earring in its ear, the dampness…

Megan now knew this wasn’t just a statue of her sister, but it WAS her sister. She thought about all the wonderful statues they’d seen on this island. They must all have been real people too. She stiffened in place as a chill ran up her spine. She wasn’t alone.

“Would you like to join her in eternal artistic beauty,” called a seductive voice from behind her. “I would be pleased to pose you… I mean, have you pose for me.”

It took everything Megan had to resist the urge to turn. Anger, confusion, fear all raged within her muting a strange, curious desire. “Fuck you!” was all she could manage before dashing off through the garden without looking back.

Megan ran as fast as she could. She had to get help. Call someone. The Police? Her friends? Who would believe her?

Her thoughts strayed to her sister. Petrified in the garden. Her nudity on display for anyone to see. ‘How could this happen to her?’ Megan thought to herself, ‘How could she pose like that? …and that?’ thinking of her sister’s swollen womanhood.

Megan’s lungs burned from running but she knew she had to keep going. Keep running, lest she share her sister’s fate.

Her mind swirled. Maddie had obviously enjoyed it. And Megan had to admit that she had enjoyed the feel of her sister’s hard, stony form beneath her fingers just as she had enjoyed the feel of several other statues on the island when nobody was looking.

She wondered what it would be like, to turn to stone. Petrified and unable to move forever. To feel your flesh transform into marble and your heart stop beating within your chest. Your last breath catching in your throat, unable to pass your stony lips. The light in your eyes fading to be replaced by dull, lifeless orbs.

Distracted by her wandering thoughts, Megan lost her balance on an old, fallen tree. She fell, straddling the log and started to get up. She stiffened in place as another chill ran up her spine.
“I would be pleased to pose you,” called a seductive voice from behind.

Megan stared straight ahead, conflicting thoughts and emotions battled within. After several long moments, she replied calmly, “That would please me as well.” Without further hesitation, Megan looked back over her shoulder.

Megan gasped as her eyes gazed upon Medusa’s eternally beautiful face. Myths and legends could never characterize the stunning features nor the magic in the eldritch eyes that bathed her in their green light. She felt her body stiffen in place and could only watch as the creature approached her with knife in hand.

Megan marveled at the expert blade handling that disposed of her t-shirt and bra. She felt her belt being undone and pulled from her waist before the knife undid her jeans. Her panties yielded to an unceremonious yank leaving her completely exposed. She sensed her own vulnerability and realized this was how Medusa wanted her.

She could do nothing as Medusa’s hands ran over her buttocks, up her back, caressed her breast before returning to her inner thighs. Deft fingers gently ran over her mound before spreading the outer lips and exposing her succulent inner world. Megan’s breath came in ragged gasps as waves of pleasure rolled across her loins. She was also aware of a heavy coldness that had enveloped her feet and was progressing up her calves. The transformation had started! She needed to cum.

“Hurry!” she extolled, feeling her knees lock in place. She felt Medusa’s fingers rhythmically kneading her soft, moist flesh, probing deeply before withdrawing to encircle her clitoris. She felt the waves of her orgasm building as the transformation climbed her thighs. Megan inhaled sharply and clenched her pussy as the orgasm wracked her body, and never let go as her swollen womanhood was preserved forever in glistening marble.

She felt her belly turn to stone and realized she was still holding her breath. She tried to exhale, but her lungs were already frozen, her breath imprisoned within. She felt her heart strain against the change before succumbing to the cold, heavy stillness. She could do nothing as Medusa brought two dripping fingers to the still fleshy lips of her mouth, allowing the wetness to slip inside. The last thing she tasted was the salty-sweetness of her own climax before her lips froze forever.

Medusa watched with pleasure at the mixed emotions that played in the final fleeting moments of the girl’s eyes: panic, pleasure, uncertainty, excitement, fear, even hope. All disappeared a moment later as bright blue faded to sightless gray-yellow marble. She stepped back and looked over her latest addition before giving an approving nod. “Nobody escapes my artistry,” she said leaving Megan behind.

Megan could only watch her leave in silent agreement.