A Helpless Statue

James found himself reappearing, still in the form of a naked marble statue of himself in a very ordinary looking room. He could only see straight ahead of him of course, and that didn't give him much of a clue as to whose apartment this was. The place was neat and tidy with no real distinguishing features. All he could see was a small table, a couple of chairs, some bland wall out and a closed door leading to another room.

He initially assumed he was alone but then he could hear some feet shuffling around the room behind him. He could not turn round to see who it was or speak to ask any questions. He could only continue to squat naked and completely exposed, frozen in place with a seductive smile that didn't remotely convey how he felt right now.

The footsteps came closer and soon James felt a pair of warm hands running themselves down his back, cupping his buttocks for a few moments before one hand found it's way to his erect, marble penis and grabbed it tightly, gently caressing his shaft with their thumb while still gripping it tightly with their fingers. James was ashamed to find himself quite aroused by this. He had no idea who the person was, whether male or female, attractive or grotesque. He only knew it was somebody who knew him and he was completely under their power.

James hoped to hear the voice of Rebecca in his ear but she seemed to have abandoned him. He could only wait to see what would be done to him next.