A Statuesque Trap!

Skye could hear Liv's footsteps fading into the distance, their echoes becoming quieter and quieter along side softly muttered curses. She did her best to finish of the sketch as quickly as possible before turning to follow, assuming that Emmaline would be right behind her--eager for the chance to annoy Liv even more.

Emmaline did turn to follow her--after a couple more pumps on the statue's cock for good measure of course. She let go and took one step forward before a strong grip on her wrist pulled her to a sudden, jerky halt.

"What in the..." Emmaline turned to see that the statue she had been stroking off had moved somehow, and the stone woman's muscular hand had wrapped itself around her wrist, a stony vice. The statue's face was still expressionless, but she held on to Emmaline with an intensity and commanding desire that made her wonder if the statue ever intended to let her go.

Emmaline pulled and pulled again, but the statue's grip was unmoving, as if it had been chiseled into that very pose--as if Emmaline had always been here, trapped by it's grip. Her mouth opened to cry out for help, but her voice caught in her throat. All she could do was try to force down the rising panic as she watched Skye's form disappear in the darkness, completely oblivious to her sudden peril.

Then the statue began to move. It pulled back, gradually, but powerfully, an unrelenting force that might have pushed boulders, and Emmaline found herself dragged inch by inch closer and closer to her captor. She finally managed to choke out a breathy "Skye! Come on!" but the sound was swallowed by the seemingly endless blackness, and there was no response.

It was only now that she was being draw in that Emmaline realized how strange the material of the statues was. Their color was a smooth, deep black, as endless in pitch and color as the night sky. Even stranger still was their texture--it hadn't really registered to Emmaline when she touched the statue's cock, but their surface was smooth and pliable. Responsive. It wasn't like stone, or quite like skin, but rather something in between, hard like stone, but receptive and warm like a body.

"Okay, I get it--spooky dungeon, don't touch the statues and all that!" Emmaline's words came quickly now, the shock that had paralyzed her giving way to racing panic. "Lesson learned!" she laughed nervously. Her attempts to pull her arm away grew steadily more urgent. "So... let me... go already!"

However, the statue continued to hold her, and when she glanced down, much to her shock, Emmaline found that the stony dick looked even larger, and seemed to be pulsing with some kind of energy. It radiated throughout the statue's body, echoing somewhere impossibly deep in that infinite blackness of it's skin. Emmaline's attempts at escaping slowed as she found that she was simply... taken by it. Drawn in by the bizarre expanse that simply shouldn't exist in the statue's surface.

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