Statue TF – Welcome Back, TFMistress!

(Women to Statues)

 

There was only pain and the sound of settling stone-of flesh turning into stone. It wasn’t something Kim had ever thought she’d experience in her life, not even in her worst nightmares. Unfortunately, it was her world.

The Woman sat atop Denise’s frozen back. ‘The Woman’. That was the only name she’d given herself before working her magic upon them, before she’d started to change them. Denise had been the first, simply falling to all fours and petrifying instantly.

The Woman had promptly used her as a stool, turning towards Maria and her remaining friends. The girls had tried to run, of course, but were unable. And so, Kim had to watch as they were puppeted. Amber had been forced onto her knees and breasts, her clothes riding up her body as she sobbed her last breaths as a human.

That wasn’t enough, for The Woman had continued, now turning to Kim and Linda. The two had stripped for her, kissed for her, and then parted ways for her. Kim was forced to squat with her hands between her legs, covering herself-and forced to watch.

“Let’s see…” The Woman smiled, rising from the small of Denise’s back. She circled around Kim’s last human friend like a shark, and trailed a hand along Linda’s shoulders. “What should we do to you? Any ideas, Kim?”

“Make her into a statue like my friends!” Kim chirped, her voice deceptively bright despite the pain in her ankles. Of course it wasn’t what she wanted to say, but it also wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter. The Woman could control her body, her words, and her reactions.

It was like she was clay before a sculptor, and a demented sculptor at that. The white-haired woman laughed, grabbing Linda’s shoulders so hard that her fingers left white marks in the Asian’s tanned skin. “You hear that, Linda? You’re going to be an amazing statue.”

“How could you, Kim?” Linda sobbed, tears running down her face. She was never a bright one, and it seemed that she hadn’t realized that The Woman was controlling her friend. “I thought we were friends, please, don’t make me into a statue!”

“Oh, that’s delicious.” The Woman purred, grinning as Linda’s feet turned to stone, the sound of cracking rock filling the air. “Kim, let’s give you a say in the matter. Should I let Linda go free?”

“No, I hate that bitch! She’s a moron who never fit in with our group, and we always made fun of her behind her back. If we have to change, then she should too!” Kim’s mouth worked itself into a smile, though her eyes flooded with despair.

Linda screamed. That was all the dark-haired woman could do. She was allowed a small reprieve as her face settled into her hands, keeping her from looking at her treacherous friend. It didn’t muffle her cries, her pleading for mercy.

Then, with a choking gasp, the cries stopped. A tear slipped down Kim’s cheek as she realized her friend had passed, then her chest heaved as control was restored to some of her body. The woman wanted to scream, wanted to rail against The Woman.

Instead, she asked a simple question: “Why?”

The Woman didn’t have an answer for that, not at first. It was the first time Kim had seen indecision on her face, and for a moment Kim had allowed herself the privilege of thinking she’d struck a nerve. Then The Woman smiled, and replied. “Because I want to. Sorry, I wanted to express myself in a better manner, but… Well, there’s no point to it. You won’t be telling anyone.”

Kim’s feet shrieked with pain as they solidified then and there, and she screamed. “YES!” Tears streaked down her face as she felt her body petrify, nerves wailing as they were frozen in granite. It wasn’t an even growth either, as stone spread from one of her nipples, then the other, creeping along her back.

Her fingers cramped as they locked in position, and she wailed in agony, visibly distressed despite the fact that she continued to scream with pleasure. “YES! MORE! MAKE ME A STATUE IT HURTS SO GOOD!” Then the stone snaked around her throat, mercifully silencing her cries of delight and freezing her face into a visage of terror.

The Woman watched this, watched it all as the girl was forced into her new life as a statue. An almost serene smile crossed her lips, and she stepped up from her perch on her first victim’s back, wiping the tears off Kim’s immobile face.

Much to Kim’s horror, she could feel it. She was still alive, looking out through unblinking eyes that were constantly too dry. The air was mercilessly cold on her bloodless body, and she mentally pleaded for death.

It didn’t escape her notice that her friends would feel the same way; that they would be just as imprisoned as she was. It didn’t matter. Kim only wanted an escape from the hell that was being a statue.

The Woman opened her mouth as if she wanted to reply to Kim’s thoughts. Then she closed her lips, quirking them into a smile. Her red dress swirled about herself as she turned, and walked from the four new statues, leaving them with only the pattering sound of bare foot on tile.