Chapter 3

“And final bids for this gorgeous Amazon sculpture, truly a statuesque figure, and I mean that literally. That’s 600 gold going once…twice…?”

Narya slammed the gavel down on the small podium they had set up in their garden, and grinned at the gathering of rich, invite-only guests at their home auction that afternoon. A bald man dressed in a velvet suit jacket held his marker up high in anticipation.

“SOLD to the generous Lord Balter! I think we can all guess at what drew your fancy to this stunning piece, sir.”

Lord Balter chuckled before calling out. “Just don’t tell my wife!”

A chorus of laughs circled the crowd.

“FUCK YOU, HERB!” Shouted a finely dressed woman in the back before storming off with Lord Balter running sheepishly after her.

“Uhmm…moving along,” Narya nodded to the two hired trolls who brought out the next statue, a slender femboy with a raging hardon between his legs and an expression of delicious torment on his face.

“This next piece is entitled ‘Thief’s Folly,’ once again elegantly crafted by our esteemed sculptress, Ms. Dhalia Gorgala.”

To Narya’s right, Dahlia, clad in dark sunglasses and wearing a silk turban over her head, waved to the crowd.

“An excellent sculpture capturing the naivete and raw lust that frequently proves to be the downfall of ambition. Should we start the bidding at 200 gold?”

Several markers popped up across the gathering of wealthy art patrons.

“300 gold!”

“350 gold!”

“400!”

“One thousand gold!” A woman wearing a low-cut silk dress that hugged her enticing curves called out.

Narya’s eyes opened wide with surprised delight.

“Oh, my! Quite the generous offer Ms…?”

“Harner,” replied Grace, sauntering up to the podium. “And I am very interested in owning this statue. It has an…uncanny likeness to someone I remember.” Her eyes traced over Trevor’s chiseled body, her teeth biting down on her lower lip slightly as she eyed his stone-hard prick.

Narya threw a look to Dahlia, who only raised her eyebrows over her glasses, shrugging. Grace leaned toward the two women and whispered.

“Could I ask if, while you were…ehm…’sculpting’ the piece, the model left anything behind in a bag, a piece of jewelry or a necklace, maybe?”

Dahlia reached around her neck, protectively fingering the large diamond necklace.

“Perhaps,” the gorgon hissed.

“I’ll give you 1,200 gold for the statue and the necklace,” said Grace.

“1,500 gold.”

Grace scowled but nodded. “Done.”

Narya whirled back to the crowd. “Anybody beating 1,500? No? SOLD! To the lovely and sure to be very satisfied auditor, Ms. Harner!”

Dahlia frowned as she reluctantly took off the high-end jewelry and dropped it into the older woman’s hand. Grace dashed out her checkbook and scrawled off a banknote for 1,500 gold, handing it over without a second thought.

“Pleasure doing business!” Dahlia sang. “My hired trolls will help with delivery!”

No less than two hours later, the two hulking, green trolls carefully set Trevor down in the center of Grace Harner’s living room.

“Just a touch, this way please, boys! Yes, that’s it, that’s perfect! Okay, off you go. I need some alone time with my new decoration!”

The trolls shrugged vapidly at each other and stumbled away. Grace slowly walked around the nude, very erect statue, her womanly hips swinging with every step.

“Well, well, well…Trevor, was it?” She draped her arm over the statue’s smooth, hard shoulders and biceps.

“You were quite the sneaky bastard before, weren’t you, sexy? Using that silly flute of yours to put me to sleep, messing with my head, and then robbing me blind.”

Her finger lightly brushed over the top of Trevor’s penis.

“That was very, very naughty of you. And after you got me all hot and bothered with this cute femboy body of yours. Well, it looks like I get to punish you and get my dream ending after all. Who wouldn’t want a young, rock-hard stud with an unending supply of stamina, hmm?”

Grace smiled sweetly at Trevor, her eyes lighting up with anticipation

This would be fun.

In one fluid motion, the mature woman whipped off her sundress over her head, revealing her curvy body clad in a silky white bra and panties. She laughed cruelly and hefting up her large, natural breasts, jiggling them into the statue’s face.

“Isn’t this what you wanted to see? Don’t you just wish you got lost in my gorgeous tits instead of stealing from me? You could be enjoying this right now, but no, now you’re just my decoration.”

Grace stopped motorboarding Tervor’s lifeless face and glanced down at his perma-boner and growled softly.

“Mmmm…my very sexy, horny decoration.”

Scooting her large oak coffee table next to Trevor’s knees, she brought out a jar of lube and generously lathered up the sculpted cock jutting out between his legs. She got down on all fours and gently eased her pussy onto Trevor’s prick, slowly rocking herself back and forth. Grace picked up her pace and smiled dreamily as she fucked herself to one orgasm and then another.

And then another.

For most of that afternoon and into the night, Grace Harner experimented with all kinds of inventive ways to use her new stone dildo attached to her helpless statue.

At last, dripping with sweat and reeking of pussy juice, Grace finally climbed off her statue, wiped down his member with a silk scarf, and went to shower off. She returned, holding a basket filled with gold necklaces and bracelets, including her large diamond necklace she had just bought back.

“Now, where to hang this collection of precious jewelry that you were so eager to get your dirty little hands on? Hmmm…”

Grace let her finger spiral around the tip of Trevor’s cock, relishing her unshakable power over the petty thief.

“I think I know just the place.”

Grace finally turned off the light, sinking into a satisfied slumber in her bed while, in her living room, her diamond necklace hung delicately from the tip of Trevor’s stone cock, while the rest of her jewelry weighed down his base. Grace’s houseguests sometimes would raise their eyebrows at the older lady’s lewd taste in home décor, but Grace would wave off their objections with a coy smile. The cruel pleasure she had in keeping the statue as her personal jewelry holder far outweighed any of the neighborhood gossip, even if she was never truly able to say why.