Novella
Chapter 2 of 4
The next morning the workshop lights came on and I heard voices. Dad and the two assistants were back. I had spent the entire night impaled on the three metal pigs, drifting in and out of exhausted, overstretched sleep.
They got straight to work.
Dad walked around the sculpture with a clipboard while Mark and Jake started the daily tests. They poured water down the hollow cock in my throat. I felt the cool liquid slide straight into my stomach, then continue through my system. A few moments later it came out the hollow cock buried in my ass, draining into a bucket they had placed underneath. They watched the flow carefully, making sure everything moved the way it was supposed to.
“Breathing and feeding systems are clear,” Jake said.
They poured more water, this time letting it run longer. I felt it flushing through my guts and out my ass. It was humiliating. They were literally testing my new plumbing while I was locked in place, unable to do anything but take it. When they were satisfied, they moved on to the breathing test again, blowing air through the throat cock to make sure I could still get oxygen.
Everything worked perfectly.
Then they turned their attention to the rumble feature.
The motors in the base came to life with a low, deep hum. The entire sculpture started vibrating — slow at first, then stronger. I felt it in my bones. The gold plating buzzed against my skin. My tits, sealed inside the metal, vibrated with the rest of me. But the worst part was inside. All three metal cocks began to throb and buzz at once.
The thick one in my ass vibrated deep in my guts.
The massive one in my pussy pulsed against my crushed womb and stretched cervix.
The smaller tube in my urethra buzzed constantly, making the constant “I need to pee” feeling even worse.
And the lifeline cock in my throat hummed against my tongue and down into my stomach.
The vibrations were relentless. My clit, still exposed between the gold plates, buzzed against the metal of the middle pig. My body had no choice. I came almost immediately, my pussy and ass clenching hard around the cocks inside them. The orgasm was strong and forced. I would have screamed if I could, but the throat cock turned it into a wet, muffled sound that echoed strangely out of the pig’s mouth above me.
They didn’t turn the motors off.
Dad watched closely, nodding like he was proud of the results.
“Keep it running,” he told them.
While the vibrations continued, he brought out a small bottle. He poured a thick, clear liquid down the throat cock. It slid straight into my stomach. Within seconds I felt it hit me.
Some kind of aphrodisiac.
It spread through my system fast. My skin grew hot. My nipples, trapped under the gold, ached. My clit throbbed harder against the vibrating metal. My already stretched holes felt even more sensitive. The next orgasm hit me like a truck. My body seized inside the cast as I came violently around all three cocks. The sound that came out of the sculpture’s mouth was loud, wet, and completely involuntary.
After a while Dad gave the order to turn the motors off and move on to the final coating.
They brought out buckets of a special gold hardening material that matched the casting of my body. Using brushes and tools, they carefully began coating every bit of exposed skin around my pussy and asshole that the main cast didn’t cover. They worked slowly and deliberately, brushing the thick, cool material over my stretched pussy lips with long, careful strokes. Every time the brush passed over my sensitive folds, it sent sparks through me. My pussy was still hypersensitive from the earlier vibrations and the massive cock still buried inside it. When they moved the brush up and started coating around my clit, the bristles dragged directly over the swollen nub. I came instantly. My body jerked inside the gold cast as the orgasm hit me hard, my pussy clenching around the thick metal cock while they kept brushing.
By the time they finished coating my asshole and the surrounding skin I was shaking from the repeated forced orgasms.
My pussy lips and the skin around my asshole were sealed in a thin, shiny layer of gold that perfectly showed the way my holes were stretched wide around the thick metal cocks. My clit was now completely covered in the hardening material, trapped and sealed beneath a smooth layer of gold. It looked obscene.
Once the material hardened, it became rigid and unyielding. My clit was now permanently trapped and sealed inside the thin layer of gold, unable to be touched directly ever again. They sprayed the binding chemical into the seams where the new gold coating met my skin and the metal pigs. As soon as it made contact, a deep, spreading heat began to build. My stretched asshole started to warm first, the heat sinking into the sensitive ring that was sealed tight around the thick cock. Then it spread to my pussy lips, making them tingle and burn with a slow, intense warmth as the chemical worked its way into every fold. The heat reached my clit last — trapped beneath the hardened gold — and it quickly became the strongest. A deep, throbbing heat pulsed through my sealed clit as the bonding chemical fused everything together. It felt like my most sensitive parts were being slowly cooked from the outside in, the warmth turning into a hot, prickling sensation that made my trapped clit throb helplessly inside its golden prison. The chemical worked its way into the edges, permanently locking my flesh to the metal cocks with no way to separate. My ruined holes now looked even more obscene and exposed, with my clit forever sealed away and still burning with the lingering heat of the bonding process.
Dad stepped back and looked at the result. “Now she’s really finished,” he said.
They cracked open beers and stood around the finished sculpture, laughing and clinking bottles. They took pictures of me from every angle, zooming in on my gold-coated pussy and asshole stretched tight around the massive metal cocks. One of them even reached out and flicked my gold clit a few times while the others listened to the sounds coming from the sculpture.
“Best commission we’ve ever done,” Jake said.
Dad just smiled and nodded. “She turned out even better than I imagined.”
They didn’t rush. They drank and joked for almost an hour while I stayed locked in place, still hazy from the drugs and the constant orgasms. Eventually they started packing up their tools and getting ready to move me.
Dad opened the access port on the throat tube again. He had a syringe full of clear liquid and slowly injected it down the feeding channel.
“Vargas said this will keep her under for the transport,” Dad told his assistants. “She won’t feel the move.”
The drug hit fast. A heavy warmth spread through my chest and stomach. My thoughts slowed, then slipped. The last thing I felt was the constant stretch of the three cocks still buried inside me before everything went dark.
I woke to the sound of birds and distant traffic.
The screens over my eyes were already live. A high-angle view of a wide grassy clearing filled my vision — walking paths, benches, open sky. I was looking at myself from above. The three metal pigs. The gold body locked between them. My legs spread, the thick cocks still buried deep in me. The entire sculpture sat in the center of a public park.
I tried to move. Nothing happened. The gold held me exactly as it had in the workshop.
Voices moved around the base of the pedestal. Bolts were being tightened. Someone gave a short instruction in a language I didn’t know. Then the voices faded and I was left alone with the feed of my own body on permanent display.
I was already installed.
I watched a maintenance worker step back and wipe his hands on his pants. Another one walked into the frame, looked up at the cameras, and gave a thumbs-up.
The feed was live.
I was seeing exactly what everyone else would see from now on.
A couple of park maintenance guys were already waiting. They grinned when they saw the finished piece.
“Damn,” one of them said. “You weren’t kidding. It looks even better in person.”
Dad shook their hands. “You know the deal. Regular maintenance. Keep her fed and flushed. The feeding tube is in the throat cock. The waste comes out the ass cock. And the rumble feature is on a timer , but can also be turned on whenever you want.”
One of the workers nodded toward my head. “What about monitoring? Anything we need to watch?”
Dad pulled out his phone again and showed them the screen. “It’s got some built-in sensors under the gold. It’ll track her oxygen and breathing in real time. The app sends alerts straight to me if anything goes wrong with the tube. It also logs every orgasm the rumble motors pull out of her. Heart rate spikes like crazy when she cums. You can check the same data on the maintenance tablet if you want.”
The workers laughed. Dad just shrugged like it was normal shop talk.
The workers laughed and nodded. They already knew exactly what I was.
Dad walked up close to my face. Even though most of my head was covered in gold, he leaned in like he was talking directly to me.
“You did good, Emily,” he said quietly. “Thank you for this. I love you.”
The words hit harder than I expected. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to tell him I hated him. All that came out was a wet, muffled sound around the tube in my throat.
He kept going, voice still soft.
“They had other girls. The client offered models. Professionals. I could have used any of them.” He paused. “But I knew you wanted to be part of my work. And this… this might be the greatest piece I ever make.”
My chest tightened inside the gold. The old craving — the one that had made me say yes in the first place — twisted into something ugly. He had used exactly that wanting against me. And he was still speaking like it was a kindness.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
Then his voice changed. The softness dropped away.
“You’re art now. And art is forever.”
He stayed there a moment longer, looking at the gold face plate as if he could still see my eyes behind it. Then he straightened, turned, and walked away with the others.
I was left alone in the middle of the park, the screens already showing me the empty grass and the paths that would soon fill with people.
Permanently displayed.
Permanently impaled.
Permanently theirs.
The sun was still up. People were already starting to notice the new sculpture. I could hear voices getting closer.
This was my life now.
Time lost all meaning after that first day in the park.
Every morning the groundskeepers turned the rumble motors on for several hours. The three metal cocks inside me would start vibrating — deep, steady, and merciless. I would cum again and again, my body shaking inside the gold cast while the screens over my eyes showed me exactly who was watching.
I saw people stop on the paths and stare. Some lifted their phones and took pictures of my gold-coated pussy and asshole stretched around the thick cocks. Others pointed and laughed at the “dirty statue.” People stood around, eyes fixed between my legs while the motors forced another orgasm out of me. I had to watch every reaction. The screens never turned off.
The maintenance crew who knew the truth came by regularly. They flushed me with water through the throat cock and let it drain out my ass. They pumped in the nutrient slurry that kept me alive. Sometimes, when the park was quiet, they would turn the vibrations up higher and stand in front of me so I could see their faces while I came for them.
The weather changed with the seasons. In summer the gold plating grew hot under the sun and burned against my skin. In winter the cold made the constant vibrations feel even more brutal. Rain ran down my body and pooled around the base while I was forced to orgasm in front of anyone walking by. Bird shit landed on my tits and face. People still stopped and stared. I still had to watch them do it.
I became a landmark.
Months came and went.
My mind broke slowly. The constant forced orgasms, the public humiliation, and the fact that I had to watch every person who looked at me while I came wore me down. I started craving the vibrations when they were off. I hated my father more than anything, but my body still reacted every time someone touched my gold covered clit or turned the motors higher — and the screens made sure I saw their faces when it happened.
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