Stoned

"Stand up" Dr Darke commanded. Christina started to lower herself down from the doctor's desk but was quickly stopped by another angry instruction "No, stay up there on my desk like the fucking ornament you are."

Christina solemnly did so and rose to her feet, standing silent and still with her hands by her side, her head hung in defeat. Dr Darke approached her, roughly eye level with her recently shaved cunt, and looked her up and down whilst stroking his chin, either for effect or because he was still deciding exactly what he wanted to do with her.

"Hmm, lets see, no this isn't going to work, you are just stood like you are waiting for a bus. We need something more sexy, but not obscene. How about you place one hand on the back of your head and another on your hip."

Not knowing where this was going Christina adjusted her position as ordered,

"That's better. Now I want you to arch your back, thrust your tits out nicely for me like you want everyone to notice them. And maybe lift one foot up off the table. Yes, like that. I like it"

Christina wasn't sure where this was going or how long she would be able to maintain her balance but for now she had **** but to continue doing as she was told.

"Okay, finally I want you to give me a nice sexy facial expression. Like you want me to notice your sexy, naked body. Like you would like me to touch it, stroke it, lick it.."

Christina put the revulsion she felt to the back of her mind in order to carry out this latest request. She imagined Dr Darke was the guy at work she secretly had a crush on. She felt a little guilty since she had a boyfriend but she had to do as she was told. She gave Dr Darke a mischievous, sexy come and get me stare which clearly did the trick.

"Yes, that's perfect! Hold that posed" the Dr enthused excitedly "And now, I want you to stay like that while you turn to stone!"

Christina was taken aback a little. Turn to stone? What did he mean? How was she possibly supposed to do that? But then she felt a strange sensation in her feet, they were getting heavier, stiffer, fixed into place. She tried to wriggle her toes but was shocked to discover it wasn't possible. She was stuck in place. She wanted to shout or scream or do anything to alert somebody to her predicament but she was compelled to hold her sexy, seductive smile as the sensation spread up her ankles, her calves, her thighs.

Doctor Darke stood watching like a child at Christmas as his magic made it's way up the rest of Christina's body turning every inch of it to solid marble. He clapped as the spell completed and left a beautiful looking statue stood on his desk.

"Oh, Christina you are a work of art. I wonder how much I could sell you for?"

Christina, now having been totally objectified, could only stand motionless, trapped in her stone body wearing an expression that didn't come close to reflecting the horror she was experiencing. Was this guy really a wizard. Had she seriously been turned into a fucking statue? Was she only imagining this? Sadly, she was sure it was real. Dr Darke was right when he said he could do anything to her he wanted. And now she was completely at the mercy of his perverted whims.

"You are too prudish Christina. I think we need to get you used to public nudity, to being a mere object of desire. This is the best way to do that" Dr Darke informed his speechless victim "It is strange, if I sent you out into the world naked in your true form it would be considered indecent. But as a statue that perfectly replicates your naked self there will be no shortage of places I can put you on display."

Christina wanted to badly to yell, to apologise, to beg. Anything to avoid this. Instead she continued to give the doctor that same sexy, mischievous come-to-bed stare she had perfected moments earlier.

!I want to desensitise this strange aversion you have to being admired for your physical form." the doctor continued, as if he was doing Christina a favour "Therefore you will spend the next 48 hours like this. I will find somewhere you will be surrounded by people, maybe even people you know. You will see them as they stop to admire you. You will hear everything they say about you. You will feel every touch against your body. And if they touch you in an intimate area you will feel aroused. And nobody will know that you are anything other than a nice, tasteful decoration. Which, I suppose, is all you currently are. In 48 hours I will bring you back here for another session. Perhaps you will be less objectionable then. Now, the only question is, where shall I send you?"