Novella
Chapter 3 of 4
Then one night, long after the park had closed, I heard familiar voices.
Dad and Linda, my mom. I could see them through the feed.
They walked right up to the sculpture in the dark. Mom circled me slowly, until she stepped, her eyes wide as she took it all in.
She stopped at the front of the black pedestal and looked down at the plaque. The gold letters caught the faint light from the path lamps.
“Amor Patrius,” she read out loud. She let out a short, dry laugh. “A bit pretentious, don’t you think? ‘Fatherly Love.’ For this?”
Dad didn’t sound bothered. “It fits. She’s still family. Just… I love her more like this.”
Mom shook her head once, but she was already moving again, walking slowly around the three metal pigs. Her eyes moved over my sealed gold body, down between my spread legs where the thick cocks disappeared into the gold-coated holes.
Mom walked slowly around the sculpture in the dark, taking her time. She ran her hands over the gold plating on my tits, squeezing them through the metal like she was testing how firm they felt now. Then she moved lower. Her fingers traced the stretched gold-coated lips of my pussy where they were sealed tight around the thick metal cock. She pressed gently, feeling the way the metal held me open. I could barely feel it — just a faint, dull pressure through the plating.
She stepped around to my side and kept touching, running her palm down my gold-plated thigh. Her breathing was already starting to change.
Dad stayed close, watching her.
She reached out and ran her fingers along the gold coating that covered my stretched pussy lips, tracing the way they were pulled tight around the thick metal cock. I felt the pressure of her touch through the thin metal. My heart jumped. Maybe she’ll be disgusted. Maybe she’ll tell him this is too far. Maybe she’ll help me.
“You really did this to her,” Mom said quietly. Her voice was low, almost breathless. She slid her fingers back between my legs and rubbed slow circles over the gold coating around my sealed clit. “She’s… completely trapped in there.”
Dad nodded. “Completely. Once we fused the plates and sprayed the binding chemical, there was no taking it off. The gold is locked to her skin now. Same with the metal pigs. They’re bolted and sealed into the cast. She’s not going anywhere.”
Mom’s fingers kept moving. She pressed a little harder against my gold-coated pussy lips, feeling how wide they were stretched around the shaft. “She can’t move at all?”
“Not even a little,” Dad said. “The cast holds her flat on her back with her legs spread and arms out. The only things that can still happen are what we built in.” He stepped closer and pointed at the base of the pig in her throat. “See this small panel here? Hidden access port. We can open it and feed her nutrient slurry straight down the throat tube whenever we want. Or flush her system with water. It goes in the throat cock and comes out the ass cock. Works perfectly. We tested it for weeks before we brought her here.”
Mom crouched down to look where he was pointing. She kept one hand on my gold-plated thigh the whole time. “She’s been living like this? Eating and… everything… through these holes?”
“Since the day we finished her,” Dad said. His voice was calm, almost proud. “The cock in her throat is actually designed for feeding and breathing. We can even put things in if we want.” He straightened up and ran his hand over my gold-plated stomach.“The smaller tube in her urethra stays in place too. We left that one in so the maintenance guys can flush her bladder whenever they need to. Just hook up a hose and run water straight through it. Everything’s designed so she stays alive and usable with almost no effort.”
He let out a short laugh. “Even though it’s the smallest of the three, it’s still thicker than a pinky finger. She was screaming when we forced it in. Still a hell of a stretch for something that size. But it works. Keeps everything clean and running without us having to do much.”
Dad tapped the gold plate over my eye again, the same way he had the first night. “The screens are still running off the park cameras. She’s been watching us this whole time. Gets to see exactly what her mother looks like when she’s touching her sealed-up daughter.” He laughed once, low and short. “Thought that would be a nice touch.”
She glanced up toward my face like she was trying to see where the cameras were feeding from.
Mom’s fingers never left. She kept rubbing in slow, deliberate circles the entire time he talked, the pressure light but constant. I could feel every small movement through the thin gold.
When he finished, she was breathing heavier..
“She can still feel everything though, right?” Mom asked. Her voice had gone softer, almost husky. “The cocks inside her? The vibrations?”
She didn’t stop rubbing while she waited for the answer.
Dad smiled a little. “Oh yeah. She feels every inch. The middle pig’s cock is buried deep against her cervix. The bottom one’s curved up into her guts. The top one goes all the way down her throat. When the rumble motors are on she tends to cum whether she wants to or not. We tested it before we brought her here. She was already breaking by the end of the first week.”
Mom let out a small, shaky breath. She kept rubbing my gold clit while she looked at my sealed face — the pig cock disappearing into the mouth hole above her. “You really turned our own daughter into this,” she said. It wasn’t a question anymore. It sounded like she was getting wet just saying it out loud.
Dad stepped in closer behind her. “She fought at first. Panicked when the plates started locking on. We had to give her something to calm her down that first night so she wouldn’t make too much noise. After that she got quieter. By the time we moved her here she was already starting to understand this was forever.”
Mom’s fingers slowed on my clit but didn’t stop. She was flushed now. I could hear it in her breathing. She pressed her other hand flat against my gold-plated hip like she was steadying herself.
“She’s been here for months,” Mom said. “Just… on display. Getting used whenever someone feels like it.”
“Exactly how she belongs,” Dad answered. “Quiet. Useful. No more attitude. Just a permanent park feature that moans when the motors kick on.”
Mom let out a soft, unsteady laugh. Her hand between my legs was moving again, rubbing my sealed clit with more pressure now. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You really did it.”
She looked over her shoulder at Dad. Her cheeks were pink and her breathing was rough.
“Turn it on,” she said.
My thoughts turned to terror: She’s not going to help me.
The realization hit me like ice water. She wasn’t horrified. She was getting turned on.
Dad reached over and flipped the rumble motors to a higher setting. The vibrations intensified. My body reacted instantly. My arousal caused a longer, throatier moan to come out of the pig’s mouth. Mom bit her lip as she listened.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Right here. Against it.”
She turned around and bent over the side of the bottom pig, bracing her hands against my gold-plated hip and thigh. The position put her ass right up against the solid metal of the sculpture. Dad stepped up behind her, pulled out his cock, and pushed into her with one rough thrust.
He started fucking her hard against the statue.
Mom moaned as Dad slammed into her. She kept one hand on my body the entire time, gripping my gold-plated thigh while he took her from behind. Every so often, another involuntary sound would be forced out of me by the vibrations. Wet, muffled sounds came out of the pig’s mouth above us — low, rhythmic moans that echoed across the dark park.
Dad reached around and rubbed Mom’s clit while he fucked her.
“Listen to her,” he said. “She’s enjoying this.”
Mom’s breathing got heavier. She pressed herself more firmly against the cold metal as Dad pounded her. Every time another moan came out of the statue, she seemed to get more turned on. She didn’t need to feel me moving. The sounds were enough.
Even though the massive metal sculpture barely moved from the force of their bodies slamming against it, the impact still hit me hard. Because I was permanently fused to the pigs, every thrust sent deep, unyielding pressure straight through the metal and into the cocks inside me. The thick shaft in my ass ground heavily against my guts with each impact. The massive cock in my pussy crushed even harder against my already-broken cervix, the force smashing it deeper against my womb. The cock in my throat pressed down more firmly into my stomach. Since the entire structure was solid and immovable, there was no give — every thrust from Dad fucking Mom against my body was transmitted directly into my holes like a brutal, internal pounding. I could feel the raw force of their fucking vibrating through the gold plating and metal, making the three cocks feel like they were being driven even deeper inside me with every movement.
I came hard.
My body seized inside the gold cast as the orgasm ripped through me. My pussy and ass clenched violently around the vibrating metal cocks. The sound that escaped the pig’s mouth above me was loud, wet, and completely involuntary — a long, muffled moan that echoed across the dark park.
Mom laughed breathlessly.
“Oh fuck… she’s cumming with us,” she gasped. “I think I can feel her twitching through the statue.”
Dad fucked her harder, slamming her body against mine with every thrust. The impact made the vibrations hit even deeper. I came again almost immediately — a second orgasm rolling straight into the first. My holes fluttered and squeezed around the buzzing cocks. I could feel my own cum leaking out around the sealed shafts and running down the gold plating.
Mom reached back and grabbed one of my gold-plated thighs for leverage while Dad pounded her. Every time she moaned, I swear I could feel her hand squeezing me, like she wanted to feel me cumming through the metal.
The vibrations were brutal.
I came again — harder than before. My mind went white. My body shook violently inside the cast while the three cocks throbbed and buzzed inside every hole. The wet, statue-like moans coming out of the pig’s mouth were constant now. Mom was getting louder too, clearly getting off on the fact that her own daughter was being forced to orgasm right along with them.
Dad reached around and rubbed Mom’s clit while he fucked her.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “I fucking love you.”
Mom came hard. Her whole body shook against mine. At the same time another forced orgasm tore through me. My holes clenched and fluttered around the vibrating cocks while the muffled sounds of my climax echoed out of the sculpture.
Dad didn’t last much longer.
He buried himself deep in her and came with a low groan. When he pulled out, thick cum and Mom’s juices dripped from her pussy onto my gold-plated body.
Mom watched with a satisfied smile, still breathing hard.
“You love me, huh?”
Dad pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. He let out a short laugh. “She came four times while we were fucking. Spikes are right here on the graph. Sensors picked up every single one.”
Mom raised an eyebrow, still leaning against my gold-plated hip. “You’re really keeping track?”
“The app does it for me,” Dad said, turning the phone so she could see. “Heart rate and breathing changes. Every time the motors are on or someone touches her it logs it. She’s had three hundred and forty-five orgasms since we sealed her in.” He sounded almost proud. “Three hundred and forty-five. Not bad for a statue.”
Mom laughed, low and a little breathless. She looked down between my spread legs at the gold-coated holes stretched around the metal cocks. “Three hundred and forty-five… Jesus. You’ve been counting every single one.”
“App makes it easy,” Dad said with a shrug. He put the phone away. “Motors run on the timer most days. Maintenance guys turn them up when they feel like it. She still reacts the same way every time”
I lay there sealed between them, listening. Three hundred and forty-five. The number sat in my head like a weight. I didn’t even know how long I’d been here anymore. Long enough for them to turn my forced orgasms into data on Dad’s phone. Long enough that they could stand here talking about the exact count while I was still full of their cum.
They stood there beside the statue. Mom stayed leaning against the cold metal, but after a minute I watched her reach between my legs again. Her fingers found my gold-coated clit and started rubbing it in slow, lazy circles while she and Dad talked. The pressure was light, but because of the constant vibrations, even that gentle touch felt overwhelming.
Dad turned the rumble motors back on to a steady setting. Mom kept rubbing my sealed clit the entire time, almost absentmindedly, while she listened to the sounds I was making.
Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out the small vial of aphrodisiac. He opened the hidden access point on the throat cock and poured several drops straight down the tube. The heat spread through me almost immediately. It felt like my body was cumming nonstop. The moans coming out of the statue became more frequent and broken as the aphrodisiac and vibrations worked together.
Mom kept slowly rubbing my clit while they talked, her fingers moving in lazy circles over the gold.
“She’s better this way,” Dad said, watching the statue as another long moan echoed out of it. “No more attitude. No more fighting. Just… perfect. My best work. She stays exactly where she belongs and brings art to everyone.”
Mom let out a short laugh, her fingers still moving over my clit.
“She was always such a daddy’s girl,” she said. “Guess this is what happens when Daddy takes it too far.”
Dad smirked.
“Exactly. She’s quiet now. Useful. The sounds it makes are unique. Listen to it.”
Another wet, broken moan came out of the pig’s mouth as I came again. Mom’s fingers didn’t stop. She kept idly rubbing my sealed clit while they continued talking, the light pressure feeling almost unbearable on top of the nonstop orgasms being forced out of me.
“Life’s been quieter without her around,” Mom admitted after a while. Her fingers slowed for a moment, then resumed their slow rubbing. “Weird at first… but quieter.”
Dad nodded.
“Yeah. It has been. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.”
Mom glanced at the statue, still lazily circling my clit with her fingertips.
“The money here is very good. My benefactor has more projects lined up for me, and it's kinda lonely in this country…”
Mom looked at him, “What are you saying Richard? You want me to move here, with you?”
Dad was quiet for a second.
“Maybe it’s time we stopped pretending we hate each other. Now that it's just us again… maybe we try starting over.”
Mom didn’t answer right away. She just kept slowly rubbing my gold-coated clit while another long, helpless moan came out of the statue. After a moment she said softly, “Maybe.”
They stood there a little longer, Dad watching the statue while Mom continued absentmindedly rubbing my clit. Every so often a fresh moan would push out of the pig’s mouth as another orgasm was forced out of me. Eventually Dad turned the motors back down to the normal timer setting. Mom finally pulled her hand away from between my legs, and Dad leaned in close to my face one last time.
“We’ll be back soon,” he said. “Family picnics at the park.”
Mom laughed softly and patted the gold plating over my cheek.
“Sleep tight, sweetheart.”
They turned the rumble motors back down to a low, steady buzz and walked away together into the dark park, leaving me alone and still gently vibrating on my three cocks.
Years passed in the public park.
Every day began the same way. The rumble motors activated on their timer and the three metal cocks inside me started vibrating — deep, steady, merciless. My body reacted immediately. I came again and again while the wet, muffled sounds of my orgasms echoed out of the throat cock and carried across the grass. Most people thought the moaning was just part of the sculpture.
The screens over my eyes never turned off. The park security cameras fed straight into them, so I watched everything in clear color while it happened. I saw the people who stopped on the paths and stared between my legs. I saw the ones who lifted their phones and took pictures of my gold-coated pussy and asshole stretched around the thick cocks. I watched their faces while the motors forced another orgasm out of me.
College students were the most frequent. Groups of them gathered around me for photos, laughing and posing. The bolder ones groped my gold-plated tits or rubbed my exposed holes while their friends filmed it. A few ground against me or slapped the sealed metal for fun. I watched every second of it on the feeds.
Office workers on lunch breaks sometimes stopped and stared while they ate. A handful of regulars started coming just to rub my gold-coated clit during the timer cycle, standing there casually until my body shook inside the cast. At night the park turned more open. Couples fucked against the sculpture, using the metal pigs for leverage. I came helplessly underneath them and watched their faces the entire time.
The maintenance workers who knew the truth had full access. They flushed me, fed me, and turned the motors up whenever they wanted.
To everyone else I was only a shocking public statue that made strange sounds on a schedule. Tourists posed in front of my stretched holes. Joggers stopped to stare. One woman let her dog piss on the base of the statue. I watched that too.
My mind broke slowly.
At first I fought it. I hated every person who looked at me. I hated the motors. I hated my father. But after the second year something shifted. The forced orgasms and the constant vibrations started to feel like the only solid thing left. I began to dread the quiet hours when the motors were off. I would lie there aching and empty, waiting for the next cycle. That was when I understood my body no longer just endured it. It needed it.
Years later I was still there.
Tourists came from other cities to see the famous Amor Patrius. People fucked against me at night. The maintenance crew used me. Dad and Mom came when they wanted. I existed only as a living statue — triple-stuffed, publicly displayed, and watched by everyone who passed.
This was my life now.
This was forever.
I was Amor Patrius.
The golden girl eternally fucked by pigs for the amusement of the public park.
And I would never leave.
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