The Statue

Chapter 2

by PastKay

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #f/m #scifi

On the third day, Matt had woken up with his head pounding. He found it hard to move, and his vision blurred, threatening to turn him blind. Matt rolled over and onto his hands and knees and forced himself to move his limbs. He stood up and took a few steps back into his room before stumbling. He took a seat on the edge of his bed and closed his eyes, but the room spun around him.

After a few minutes, Matt’s head was clear enough for him to stand up and move to the bathroom.

Matt felt like he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days, but the lack of sleep was nothing compared to the dizzy spells and blinding headaches he was starting to get. The headaches were the worst. They were accompanied by every kind of pain imaginable, making it difficult to think clearly. But after each headache, something would come over him, like a wave of pleasure washing away his pain. The feeling was so good that Matt would find himself hard, even after he climaxed. Matt also found that he couldn’t stop thinking about that statue. He had never seen something so alive. If that doctor hadn’t told him that she was a statue, Matt would have thought he was looking at an actual person.

And yet, Matt couldn’t stop thinking about what his hands did to her. He knew he was told to not touch the statue, but he was so curious as to why her face was covered. After seeing her face, Matt couldn’t stop his hands as they explored her body. He knew the cameras were watching him, but he didn’t care. If the statue was an actual person, she would have goaded him to go further than groping her breasts and kissing her lips. She would want him to never leave her sight and that she would hunt him to the ends of the Earth until his dick was inside her.

Opening his eyes, Matt let go of his member as he stood up. He didn’t know how, but that statue was nearby. His eyes darted around every part of his room, looking for her. But the statue was nowhere to be found. There was no doubt that she wanted him.

No, he needed to stop doing this to himself. It is a statue.

Yet, she’s more than that.

He had to go to the doctor.

A guard knocked on the door and called out, “Dr. Jackson would like to speak with you.”

Matt nodded and pulled his pants up. “Tell him I’ll be there in a moment.”                                                                                                                                                                            

Matt sat with his hands on his lap as he stared at Dr. Jackson. The older man sat across from him, reading his clipboard. “Is there something wrong with me?” asked Matt.

Jackson gave him a long look. “No, 235.”

“You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“No,” Jackson said. He took a sip from his cup of coffee and set it down. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, I —”

“235?” Jackson said. Matt could feel the impatience growing in his voice.

“I think that statue is alive and wants to fuck me.” Matt was half-expecting the doctor to laugh at him or tell him he was crazy. However, Jackson nodded his head and continued to write on his clipboard.

“Do you want to have sexual intercourse with the statue?” asked Jackson.

“I mean, when you say it that way, of course not. But I feel like I’m being forced, if that makes sense,” Matt said. His cheeks turned a slight red from embarrassment.

Jackson sighed. “Anything else?”

“I had a dream.”

“Do tell.”

“It was about the statue. It came to life in my dream. I was lying in bed when the door opened. At first, I thought it was one of the guards, but as the figure came closer, I could see it was the same statue. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t listen to me. The statue pulled the blanket away from me and guided my hand towards her pussy. She got on top of me and began to gyrate her hips on me. She removed her face covering, and I saw her golden eyes. Any hesitation I had left was gone as I gave in to her. Then, I woke up.” Matt looked to his left and right, and with a lowered voice, he said, “I think she’s inside my walls.”

Jackson didn’t know what to say. A part of him wanted to believe that Matt was losing his grip on reality, that his feeling for the statue was just the product of some type of guilt he was experiencing over committing a crime. His eyes never strayed far from Matt. He watched as Matt began to sweat, his body trembling slightly. Jackson’s brows furrowed in confusion. Matt had to have been insane, and yet...

“Is there anything else you want to say?”

Matt took a deep breath before responding. “What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Dr. Jackson remained silent for a moment. He set his clipboard aside and held his hands together. “You are the focus of this interview. I want you to know we have guards stationed around your room. We have cameras monitoring the statue. Aside from being a statue and not being able to move, there’s no way for it to get inside your room. You know that.”

“I guess,” said Matt with a dejected look. “But I think I’m going crazy.”

“We don’t use that word here.” Jackson tapped his pen on the table. “I would suggest you refrain from thinking about that statue.”

“I’ll try, but….”

“You can’t allow your thoughts to dwell on that statue,” Jackson said flatly. “I have some medications that should make that possible. But I prefer you try to do this on your own. Am I making myself clear?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good,” said Jackson, standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Matt got up from his seat and followed a guard towards his room. Meanwhile, Jackson reviewed his notes on Matt’s condition. He had never seen anything like this before in all of his years of working for Vault. Then again, a statue appearing out of nowhere in a cell with a note saying not to look at its face was also unprecedented. Jackson needed to consult with several researchers about the statue and its strange nature. They might be dealing with something supernatural.

Something inside him told him that something is going to happen to Matt.

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