Wake up to a nightmare

Gal regained conscience. She sat down on the same divan she had been resting for the last few hours and tried to dispel the fog in which her brain seemed to be submerged. The gas, she remembered the gas. Gal opened her eyes startled and quickly took a look around. The big hall was weird and menacing, since it was full of astonishing realistic female statues. The actress got up and walked to the nearest piece of the collection, quickly recognizing Elizabeth Olsen. The statue was rendered in an erotic pose, with the torso slightly bent forward so the naked breasts were hanging from the chest. It was too real. Gal couldn't help but to extend one of her slim and gracefull fingers and poke the cheek of the statue. She withrew the hand immediatelly in shock. The skin... it was real skin. And the eyes, those were not the empty glassy eyes of a statue, there was a spark of life in them, even desperation.

"Good morning".

The voice startled her again, and Gal quickly turned around to see Damien, who was stepping inside the hall just then.

"You must be a strong woman. According to my calculations, you should be **** for at least half an hour more. Outstanding indeed".

Gal took a step back, terror clearly visible in her beautiful face, as her eyes went from the statue to Damien, and then the statue again.

"Who are you?!"

Damien sighed. Always the same stupid question.

"I'm the man who ordered your kidnaping".

The reply didn't help, and not only because Gal had already figured that out.

"This is Elizabeth Olsen. The real Elizabeth Olsen!" she said with shaking voice. "What did you do to her?" In panic, her gaze ran through the whole room, spotting each of the other statues. "What did you do to them?!"

Damien almost smiled. Finally a good question.

"I've used a serum on them. It stops the subject metabolism, preserving their organism in the process, which turns the subject into one of my statues"

"God..." Gall gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. "But they are... they are still alive"

"Yes, they can see, hear and feel everything. I assume they eventually go mad after a few days. With nothing to do, without being able to speak... Perhaps at first they hate it everytime I come here to admire my collection, or whenever I fuck them, but how long do you think it takes for them for be craving for my cock? When I am **** their bodies, is the only time they have any interaction at all"

Gal's horror grew bigger with each word. It had to be a nightmare! But it wasn't. She was painfuly aware of being awake and in the real world.

"You have brought me here to do the same thing to me, right?" she asked in the verge of sobbing.

Damien smiled. In a way it was another stupid question, but it was certainly relevant given the situation. He was enjoying the conversation more than any other time in the past.

"You know the answer to that question. Elizabeth there... she didn't understand what was at stake when I made her an offer. I gave her the chance to suck my cock. After that, I would have given her the chance to become my sex ****. She defied me though, so I turned her into a statue".

"I will do it!" Gal pleaded. "I... I will suck your cock. I will let you fuck me anytime you want".

Damien shook his head no.

"I am not giving you that oportunity, Gal. You will become my statue no matter what".

"Why?" she cried. "I will do whatever you want... please. I... I have a family. They need me"

"That's exactly why I am not giving you any choice. You have a family. You will always want to escape, to go back to them. And you are dangerous. The moment I let my guard down, I am sure you can beat the shit out of me. So you will join my collection".

Gal knew he was serious. She had studied the room from the beginning of the conversation, so she had spoted a small cilinder, resembling the barrel of a gun, in the ceilling. It had to be an automated weapon, something to inoculate the serum. Knowing where it was, she would may be able to dodge the first shot and rush to the man. Gal knew there had to be security guards, but having their boss as a hostage should give her some advantage. The bad thing was, it was dangerous. Perhaps she should try to beg, to be more convincing. Perhaps she should plead to him to let her be his sex **** once more...