Upon entering the run-down warehouse, Henna was shocked by what lay inside. While the worn exterior resembled every other building near the docks, inside it was a stately ballroom filled with women in gowns and men in tuxedos representing dozens of crime families worldwide. They milled around, chatting as they sipped champagne and waited for the festivities to begin.
Fortunately, Henna’s confidential source had prepared her well for this evening. In addition to telling her the passphrase to enter the building, he had alerted her to the expectation of formal attire. Henna wore an elegant blue gown that complemented her fiery mane of scarlet hair. She completed the look with black stiletto heels and a borrowed diamond necklace that cost more than her annual salary as a newspaper reporter.
Hopefully, that would change after tonight when she broke one of the biggest scandals in the city’s history. Visions of journalistic awards, a hefty raise, and a corner office danced in her head—along with a car that didn’t break down every other Wednesday.
Wanting to blend in, Henna plucked a glass of champagne from a nearby table and scouted the room. As expected, eight marble platforms stood at even intervals on the floor—two rows of four. Each was the size of a queen bed and knee-high. The platforms were unoccupied, though Henna’s source had promised they would not stay that way.
Speaking of her source, Henna spied him from across the room. Lorenzo was chatting with his father, the patriarch of the Gambino crime family, next to one of the platforms. He glanced in her direction and made eye contact long enough to wink at her. It was a simple gesture but comforting to know she wasn’t alone.
At that moment, the patriarch cleared his throat and lifted a microphone to his lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Guido Gambino. “Welcome to our once-in-a-lifetime extravaganza. I could keep talking, but you’re not here to listen to an old man ramble. You’re here to witness the greatest erotic spectacle in human history. Without further ado, bring in our first group of performers!”
A nearby door opened, and sixteen people in long, hooded robes entered. As they wove through the crowd, they split into pairs, with each pair heading to one of the eight marble platforms. The robed figures stood atop each tiny stage and waited. Henna squeezed through the crowd until she stood next to one of the platforms.
“Performers,” said Guido, “please remove your robes so we can see you better.”
All sixteen figures threw off their robes with a flourish as the crowd applauded. Henna looked up at two of the most famous pornstars on the planet, naked and ready for action—at least judging by Lance Ramrod’s erect cock.
“Each pair has been assigned a different Kama Sutra position,” said Guido, “which they will demonstrate for you now. Let the show begin!”
Lance laid down on the marble as his voluptuous partner, Candi Juggs, dropped to her knees with her vagina over his cock. Next, she lowered herself onto his rigid rod until it was buried inside her. Then she began to rock her hips, languidly but slowly increasing the tempo until she rode her stallion like a true cowgirl.
Henna marveled at the unbridled sexual power radiating from Candi as she performed. The spectacle was mesmerizing, and Henna drank in every erotic moment. She smiled as she imagined herself atop the muscular stud, naked and gyrating for the enjoyment of the wealthy guests.
Finally, after several minutes, both pornstars began to reach their crescendo. Lance arched his back as his eyes opened wide. Candi squeezed her ample breasts and threw her head back in ecstasy.
Then they stopped.
It wasn’t as though they suddenly ended their performance. It was more like they were on video, and someone pressed the pause button. Lance and Candi were utterly motionless. They weren’t even breathing. Henna couldn’t believe the rumored technology was real, but the proof was frozen right before her. Based on the gasps from around the room, she deduced that the same thing had happened on the other seven platforms.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” exclaimed Guido. “Please allow me the pleasure of introducing our first eight Kama Sutra sculptures. Yes, sculptures. These fantastic pornstars have been rendered completely inanimate. And I’m proud to say the transformation is irreversible and permanent. They are mere objects of art now.
“Before their epic performance, we injected them all with a megadose of our radioactive aphrodisiac. This drug cocktail doubles as a biomolecular conversion catalyst when exposed to a specific hypersonic frequency that we blasted through the building. I’ll spare you further scientific details, but the result is right before you: human bodies that look unchanged from a few moments ago but are as hard as a rock. Go ahead. Reach out and touch one of them.”
Henna extended her hand and touched Candi’s thigh. It was rigid and already cooled to room temperature. Henna smiled. Thanks to the micro-camera concealed in her diamond necklace, she had the entire spectacle on video. The Gambino family was in for an epic fall when this scandal broke.
“All right, folks,” Guido continued. “Please clear a path for each platform to exit the room. We need to replace them with empty ones before bringing in our next group of pornstars. They think they’re getting paid a million dollars for this performance, and we don’t want to ruin the wonderful surprise that awaits them.”
As Henna stepped back, the platform with Lance and Candi glided away. Less than a minute later, another one replaced it.
“Let the show begin!” boomed Guido as another group of unsuspecting pornstars entered the room.
Henna couldn’t leave early without attracting attention, so she would need to stay for the entire eight rounds as the Gambino family built their lifelike collection of all sixty-four Kama Sutra positions. She rolled her eyes and drained the rest of her champagne. At least the show was wildly erotic.
About an hour later, the last group of pornstars had been rendered inanimate atop their platforms. The Kama Sutra collection was complete, and the show would be winding down. Henna began to plot her exit.
As the platforms exited the room, another one entered. Henna raised an eyebrow as it glided into position in the center of the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Guido began, “we have a special performance to end this memorable evening.”
At that moment, Henna felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder. She spun around to see a woman withdrawing an empty syringe from her arm. Henna tried to run, but the aphrodisiac took hold of her mind within seconds. Her inhibitions melted away to be replaced by lust—pure, unadulterated lust.
“Please allow me to introduce our final female performer, local newspaper reporter Henna Hancock. She was planning to break this story wide open. Instead, she’s about to become a part of it.”
Blinded by desire, Henna kicked off her heels and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Her bra and panties soon followed as she approached the marble platform and stepped onto it. The crowd applauded.
“Henna will be joined by a pair of untamed stallions. These two are raring to go.”
Henna’s sex-addled mind flashed a dim spark of recognition as Guido Gambino’s son, Lorenzo, bounded naked onto the platform with lust in his eyes. He was soon followed by another nude man Henna recognized as Lorenzo’s close confidant, Matteo. Drops of lube dripped from the tips of their rock-hard cocks.
“As you can see,” Guido continued with disgust, “there’s a price to pay for betrayal, no matter who you are. Let the final performance begin!”
No longer in control of her mind or body, Henna joined the two studs in the center of the platform, wrapping her hands around their throbbing hard-ons as she explored their mouths with her tongue. This foreplay satisfied the trio for a few moments until desire drove them onward to much greater depravity.
Matteo laid down on the platform and beckoned Henna to join him. Turning around and facing Matteo’s feet, Henna straddled his cock and began to drop. Soon, the engorged head of Matteo’s massive nine-inch rod pressed against Henna’s asshole. Matteo spread Henna’s butt cheeks with his hands and began to pull her downward. Her tight hole finally yielded to the rigid intruder. Matteo’s cock forced its way inside, expanding her channel as he plunged deeper inside her until the head pressed against her abdomen, moving like a snake beneath her skin.
“Oh, fuck!” Henna cried out in anguished ecstasy.
Lorenzo knelt before Henna, stroking his erect cock as Matteo used his strong arms to lean her back and open her milky thighs until she lay helpless and spread-eagle on his abdomen. Lorenzo teased her moist mound with the tip of his rigid rod before forcing all ten inches of his cock inside her tight opening, eliciting a scream of pleasure from Henna’s lips as she savored her first double penetration. She had become a human fuck toy.
The two muscular hunks pounded Henna relentlessly, their engorged shafts jousting for position inside her as her naked body undulated in time with their powerful thrusts. The sheer pleasure was almost more than she could bear. Her breasts bounced wildly as she rode her untamed studs to new heights of drug-induced ecstasy. The shameless trio settled into a steady rhythm like a well-oiled machine and then increased the tempo until their motions were a blur of bare flesh. The sheer force of the men’s thrusts threatened to split Henna’s helpless body in half as they ravaged her like a rag doll. Still, she wanted more.
“Fuck me harder, you cocksuckers!” Henna shouted, slapping Lorenzo across his face.
The sudden pain sent Lorenzo into a frenzy as he and Matteo violated Henna even harder, driving their thick cocks impossibly deep within her. The two Italian stallions hammered Henna’s tight love holes, stretching them nearly to the breaking point. The trio shed the last vestiges of their fading humanity as powerful animal instincts took hold in a storm of blinding desire. They had become three beasts driven by an insatiable appetite for endless pleasure. The delirious performers had elevated double penetration to an erotic art form.
“Oooohhh, fuuuuuuccckkk!” Henna screamed as her deepest, most depraved sexual fantasy swirled around her.
Finally, the fog of lust clouding Henna’s mind began to dissipate as the aphrodisiac wore off. Sudden awareness of her public humiliation sparked an expression of alarm on her face, but it was too late to contain the powerful climax building inside her. As she teetered on the ragged edge of orgasm, Henna knew what was about to happen to her, yet she was powerless to avoid an eternal fate that had already befallen 128 performers before she took the stage.
Henna’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the derisive looks of the rich and powerful witnesses to her utter degradation. Her gaze settled on Guido Gambino, who laughed and waved farewell to his naked nemesis.
At that moment, a hypersonic frequency induced instant biomolecular conversion within the three performers. Henna’s body and mind solidified as her consciousness faded into oblivion. The three newly inanimate fuck buddies would remain entwined forever as an explicit monument to double penetration.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” exclaimed Guido, “what did you think of that spectacle?”
The crowd of onlookers clapped and cheered for the incredible performance. Henna’s face wore a permanent expression of deep embarrassment, which gave Guido great satisfaction. The annoying little slut would no longer be a thorn in his side.
A week later, Guido sat behind his desk, admiring a massive saltwater aquarium teeming with exotic fish from all over the world. The sea life was not the focus of his approving gaze, though. Submerged within the enormous tank was the lifelike statue of Henna and the two traitorous men. Soft lights illuminated their hardened flesh, and tiny shadows played across their skin as colorful fish flitted this way and that, exploring their erotic habitat.
His desk phone ringing interrupted Guido’s reverie, and he picked up the receiver.
“Yeah? Oh, they’re jealous now? The families all want sexy threesome statues, do they? Sure, we can make that happen. We have plenty more rivals to petrify in endless humiliation. Henna is just the first of dozens I plan to create. Oh, yes. The collection shall be magnificent!”
Copyright 2025 Olivia Zoe Quinn
Photo by Alexander Naglestad on Unsplash
Story notes
I wrote this story three years ago and then shelved it because I couldn’t imagine publishing it somewhere. What would people think of me?
Needless to say, times have changed and so have I. Now this story fits right in with my sexy body of work. After dusting it off and rereading it, I knew it was time to share the torrid tale.
Article Tags: Female · Immobilized · Male · Nudity · Sci-Fi
