Bella Thorne

Bella Thorne was headed to some big museum opening. The owner, a John D, said he would pay her for advertising. She was surprised to see the museum completely empty and devoid of anything.

"Miss Thorne," John said. "So glad you could come."

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"Where are all the exhibits?" Bella asked.

"Ah, well, that's why I asked you here. I would like to model a statue after you. If you'll allow me to, of course."

Bella thought a while. "Sure. Why not?"

"Excellent!" John said. "Just strip naked and stand on a pedestal. Be sure to strike a sexy pose."

"Like this?" Bella asked.

"Yes, exactly like that," John said. "Now, hold that pose. The pedestal needs to do a full-body scan to upload it into the computer."

He pushed a button, and a light flashed at Bella's feet.

"Is this part of the-" Bella was cut off as the pedestal worked, fully making her a statue.

"Time to come clean," John said. "I wasn't going to model a statue after you, Bella. You ARE the statue. The first of many. I know you can hear me, so I'm going to get a bunch of your celebrity friends to serve as statues as well, so at least you won't be lonely."

Bella, of course, didn't respond.

"And don't worry. I'll be sure to fuck you a few times, so you can at least feel something. Enjoy being on display."

He slapped her ass and awaited his next victim.