The Beginning of a Harem

"Sophie," I was pissed off, so I decided to use the ring. "You are now a sex statue. My sex statue. YOou exist only to be posed, played with, and fucked. You can no longer speak, think, move, eat, drink, et cetra. You will just smile as I use you."

Sophie immediately gained a huge, goofy smile on her face and stood at attention. I was freaked out at how well the ring worked. The only sign Sophie was still partially alive was her chest slightly moving with each breath. I stripped her down, enjoying my former bully's hot bod.

Then a thought struck me. Why stop at Sophie? There were dozens of sexy students and teachers at my school. And with the ring, all of them could be mine. I picked the Sophie statue up and headed into class.