Ichida Ayu - Public installation in the city plaza

On one day, out in the sunny stone plaza in the heart of the city, you pass by a man setting up a sculpture of a naked woman on a low plinth.

"Did you carve that yourself?" you ask him.

"Her? Nah, she's actually human."

"Oh, like one of those living statues?"

"Kinda." He moves out of the way, and you get a better look. She's perfectly frozen if she is; despite being completely naked, you can't even see her chest rising or falling in the slightest, and she doesn't blink at all - her eyes are transfixed, pinned ahead of her.

Her position is a surprisingly erotic one - she's laid on her back with her legs folded underneath her arms, exposing her crotch region wide and defenseless, as if making herself available to be mated. She's even spreading her pussy, though likewise the glimpse you get of her interior cavity is completely frozen still. Her facial expression is one of nervous excitement, a snapshot of trembling eagerness. It looks like either something's about to happen to her, or she's about to do something.

"Wow, she's good. It's almost like she's paused in time..."

"Yeah, she is. Rewound her. Nice to meet you by the way, I'm her boyfriend. This is Ayu," the man says, offering his hand. You shake it uncertainly, before looking back at Ayu.

"So what are you doing with her?"

"Thought I'd make her an art installation. Give the public something to look at. You know how that fountain over there goes through the same cycle every minute or so?"

You look across the plaza at the modern square-shaped fountain pool he's referring to, where spouts of water jet out all day, every day, in the same synchronized dance routine.

"I recorded Ayu doing something and then set her to loop. She's paused right now, but watch her closely. If I just..."

Turning your attention back to Ayu, she suddenly snaps to life as if unpaused. She doesn't take notice of you, her supposed boyfriend, or anything around her at all - it's like he said, she's moving out of context, literally reliving whatever few seconds of her life he recorded as he plays them back.

Quivering and trembling, her legs waver and she shakes and judders for a second or two before her pussy sprays with a small jolt of bliss, and her asshole momentarily widens to peek a giant purple anal bead stuffed inside, which she's instinctively trying to hold back from letting out of her - but then suddenly it comes, and this convulsion takes her over the edge. The almost fist-sized bead pushes through and shoots out of Ayu's rim with a pop that makes the pussy right above it squirt like mad, face slackening into an ahegao, melted by the pleasure of forcing out the giant bead.

Then after a few seconds of post-orgasmic bliss, Ayu recovers her composure, and most mysteriously of all, the bead that landed on the floor vanishes. You hardly have time to ponder it before she starts up again, and your question is more or less answered - it's back inside her as she shakes and judders once again, barely resisting the anal bead anew.

She's looping. She's like those porn animations that start over seamlessly, the end wrapping back around to the beginning - as Ayu pops the anal bead out of her and cums again, exactly the same as last time, it dawns on you that even the spray from her previous orgasm faded, and the new spatters are landing exactly where the old ones did. As crazy as it is to see, you're watching as Ayu has been successfully reduced to a living porn animation, here in plain sight of thousands of people roaming a bustling urban plaza in broad daylight.

You think to ask something else (though you're not sure what), but you realize her supposed boyfriend has already left, leaving Ayu out here on her own, set to continue repeating her perverted ten-second display of anal ejaculation on the plinth over and over for the rest of the day.