Statue
- Chastilock 2000
- A Day at the Office
- Jessica’s Ruined Orgasms
- Top Secret
- Second Time Lucky
- A New Prenuptual
- Kidnapped
- Maruko’s Conspiracy
- Victim
- Chasti-Permalock R&D Report
- A Fantasy Best Left Alone
- A Most Contagious Fantasy
- Chastilock Bodyform
- The Black Button
- Last Will and Testimony
- First night forever.
- A Mislaid Trap
- Every Dog Has Her Day
- One Woman’s Bliss
- Testimonial
- Bob and Sally
- The Substitute Wife
- Satisfaction Guaranteed
- When Life Gets Boring
- Life on Display
- Women of Chasti-Permalock
- Special Order
- Muffy-Vac Story
- The Record
- Statue
- From Dom to Sub
- A Chasti-Permalock Twist
- The New Girl
- Maria The Mannequin – Part 1
- Maria – The Mannequin part 2
- Maria & Her Lover
- Saving Maria
- Happy Christmas Darling
- The Chasti-Permalock
I wish to emphasize that I did not write this, it was on SweetChastity.com and has since vanished. I am posting it here to preserve this story. Please do not credit me at all for this story.
Statue
By Xaltatun of Acheron
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“That’s just lovely!” said the blonde as Jack slid her wrap off her arms and handed it to the waiting maid. The maid walked away with it, heels tapping and hips swaying enough to make her skimpy French Maid costume flare slightly. “I do so like the sound of a fountain! It’s so soothing!” “I’m glad you like it,” Jack responded. “It’s one of my favorite toys.” “Toy?” the blond asked as she walked over for a closer look. The statue in the fountain looked like a kneeling young woman, head held back so the water spouting from her open mouth arched up before falling into the basin with the splash Jack’s date had found so entrancing. The nude knelt with her legs spread wide; the water was deep enough to come part way up her pelvis. Sonia noted what looked like a fine screen mounted below her.
“She almost looks alive!” Sonia exclaimed, and then stopped as she thought she saw the brunette’s chest move slightly.
“Now that,” Jack answered her, “is an interesting question considering what Chasti-Permalock did to her.” “Oh?” the blonde said, hovering between attraction and repulsion. Then she looked closer. “Was that Stephanie? She kind of looks like her.” “Good catch! Yes, she got on my nerves once too often. It wasn’t the money.” He shrugged slightly. “Part of having a trophy wife is people seeing you spend money on her.” “Um?” the blonde seemed to be running out of words suddenly.
“She got too inquisitive, and she didn’t have either the brains or the loyalty. Or a shut mouth, for that matter. So I called in Chasti-Permalock’s special order department, and there she is.” He picked up a remote and pushed a button.
The statue twitched slightly and then the water spout shut off. It cleared its throat.
“You had six messages while you were out,” she said in a slightly sing-song soprano. “Four of them were acceptances for your dinner party Friday, and one was a bill. I took care of those,” she said a bit smugly. “The last was a request for donations to the Fireman’s Benevolent Fund.” “I think five thousand should be about right,” he said. “How’s the charity account doing?” “A bit behind target,” his statue replied.
“Well, hold up on the Fireman’s donation for a week or so, then. If nothing else comes in, make it ten thousand.
“Anything else?” he asked the statue.
“Nothing of immediate importance,” she said. He touched another button, and the statue twitched slightly and then froze once more into position. A moment later, her mouth formed a perfect “O” as the water jetted out.
“What did they do to her?” Sonia asked.
“They started with the obvious; she’s pretty much immortal. She’s still got all of her senses, and she can get quite hot and bothered if I start playing with her!
The water comes in from the bottom and keeps her in a slight state of arousal all the time. Beyond that, she’s hooked into the household computer; about the only thing she can’t do for me is add paper to the printer and file the results.” “How do you keep her under control with that much power?” “With this.” He waved the remote. “CP conditioned her for complete loyalty. Anyway,” he added rubbing his heavy evening shadow thoughtfully, “it’s much better than hanging them on a hook in the back room.” “I’m…” the blonde said hesitantly.
“Having second thoughts?” he finished her sentence pleasantly. “Well, you’ve been letting me chase you for a while. The position of trophy wife is open, and you’ll do. All I want out of you is to play the role well enough to excite lots of envy, your total loyalty, and a superlatively sluttish performance in the bedroom.” “CP did do a job on her, didn’t they?” Sonia asked, startled by her date’s directness. The question was clearly rhetorical.
“Dinner is served,” the maid announced. Sonia had not seen her enter. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she thought she recognized something about the woman.
“William?” she asked, puzzled.
“Embezzlement,” Jack replied as they followed the maid. “At her rate, she’ll pay me back sometime in the 25th century. She’s an almost standard French Maid conversion. The kicker is that she’s hooked into the household computer; she’s basically a household robot.” “So she’s the one that adds paper to the printer,” Sonia said as Jack smoothly seated her at the table. “William always thought that was beneath him.” She giggled a bit to hide her nervousness.
“I think I’m going to enjoy living here,” she added as the maid came around with the first course.
“You always were greedy,” Jack replied. “Like I said, I expect the upkeep on a trophy wife to be expensive. I can live with that as long as you keep it under control. Otherwise…” he let the thought dangle as he pickup a spoon to begin on the soup.
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