Thursday, June 8, 2017

Women as Art

The sales call completed, the contract signed, Mr. Assid extended an offer to me.

"Your company is only the second to establish regular import/export with the Malsi nation. Let us hope it heralds further cooperation and profitable ventures for us all. Come over and have dinner at my home. We should toast to a long and profitable relationship between our companies. "

I gladly agreed. The Malsi culture was in some ways very similar to the western culture I represented, but in some ways was very different. Their food was exotic, their art bizarre and risque, but the most clear difference was the way they treated women.

Women were slaves. Owned, bred, used by the men at will, in any way desired. They had no rights, not even a right to live. Whatever a woman had in Malsi, it was through the kindness and generosity of a man-- their owner.

I had heard rumors from others that had preceded me that sexual favors were common. Offering a woman for sexual intercourse to seal a business deal was expected. Another sales person had related the tale of a spontaneous orgy that had broken out in a conference room after the conclusion of a deal.

A woman who had been part of the Malsi sales team had gotten on her knees and started sucking the cock of the visiting sales person. He was fortunate to have a female sales counterpart, who ended up accepting the Malsi tradition and hiked her skirt, spreading her legs. (When I asked about who this female sales person was, and where she was, he was evasive. I wanted to meet her, but no dice.)

Unfortunately, I had no female with me that I could offer and as a result Mr. Assid did not offer any of his women for my use. My hopes that an offer might be forthcoming were rekindled when he invited me to his home.

Entering Mr. Assid's home I was immediately greeted by some of the rather unusual and provocative art that typified Malsi culture. In the large entryway to his mansion stood several beautifully done, well proportioned statues of nude women.

There had been a statue of a nude woman outside, but it was rough looking, a sort of plaster or concrete with a very rough surface. It was attractive, but couldn't compare with the beauty of this statue in the entryway.

The statue appeared to have been carved of marble, or some other smooth stone, and polished to a perfect sheen. The accuracy of the features, proportions, and the details of the woman were impressive.

The figure was of a lean, well proportioned woman holding a vase. Her legs were slightly parted to show the detail of the vulva and vaginal lips. Her breasts were small but well proportioned to the lean body. All in all it was a very pleasing peace of erotic art.

The statue struck me as being particularly sensual, both in an artistic way and in a very raw, sexual way. The detail and beauty of the woman who modeled for the statue was remarkable, and the rendering amazingly accurate.

Moving inside we were greeted by several other men of the Assid household. Malsi culture called for families to establish large compounds with family and extended family all working and living together to consolidate their fortunes. Some of these compounds, such as the one of Mr. Assid, were extensive and reminded one of an emperor's palace.

This also meant that each family compound contained a complete stable of female slaves, serving all aspects of the male household.

I had seen some evidence of the slave status of women as I had traveled in the city. A number of women, such as the receptionist at the Assid office complex and the female sales person that assisted in the negotiations, wore slave collars. On the streets, some women were seen only partially clothed and I even observed a few that were in chains. That took a bit of getting used to, but not a lot.

There were about six men sitting down to dinner, along with their "wives". Wives in Malsi are still owned property, they have just advanced to the point of being the preferred woman for a specific man. They are accorded better privileges than the lower classes of women.

At the dinner table I was confronted by just how deep the status of women as slaves went. We all sat down around a long traditional wood dining table. In the middle lay a naked woman, tied in a hogtie position. The ropes were done expertly, preventing any significant movement. The woman was gorgeous, with a lean body, good breasts that were pressed against the table, and a pleasing face that was also pressed against the table.

"That's an interesting... centerpiece," I  mentioned. "She is... decoration? Right?"

A woman sitting next to me laughed lightly. She identified herself as Mrs. Assid. "Yes, of course. Stephanie here is decoration. She was specifically selected for this dinner because she is from your country."

I stared at the woman who was laying on her stomach in the middle of the table. She did have the features and coloring of a woman from the west. She didn't appear to be from Malsi. I was a bit shocked. She was laying on the table, bound, accepting and obedient just like any Malsi woman.

"What... what do you mean? From..."

"Oh, don't worry. She was sold here some time back as a slave. Her owner sold her to a business partner of Mr. Assid."

I wondered if I should mention that it wasn't possible for a woman from the west to be sold, but then... there she was. I wasn't going to cause waves to our newly inked deal by questioning the status of a woman in Malsi. It wasn't worth it. When in Malsi...

"Oh... I see..." I said carefully.

"Ah. I see what you were thinking. No, no. She is not one of the dinner courses. Though you have heard correctly that in Malsi we will sometimes consume women. But it is not often, and usually part of a ritual. This meat is almost always from a criminal of some sort."

The term almost always caught my attention but I said nothing.

The dinner began and was delightful. Roast pork tenderloins, an interesting mix if exotic vegetables, and some truly good wine. The Malsi have a strong tradition of good wine and strong seasonings.

During the dinner the woman on the table who had been identified as Stephanie was fed scraps. It seemed to be a sort of cute pastime, rather like feeding the begging family dog under the table. I kept glancing at her, partly because she was gorgeous and had a gorgeous body, but also because she was, very clearly, western and not Malsi. And yet she seemed to have adapted and become a Malsi slave woman.

When dinner was over, Stephanie was untied and bent over the table. This action was apparently expected, for the woman moved from the table top to leaning over its edge without instructions. She simply slid over and put her feet on the ground, bent at the waist.

Once she had spread her legs, the gentleman next to me decided he would partake of the lovely woman.

"Is this... common? That there be a centerpiece of... I mean, that a woman would be.."

Mrs. Assid laughed a little and nodded. "Yes of course, at least at formal dinners such as this when there is a guest. Providing a little art and entertainment is all part of having a fine meal, don't you think?"

As she spoke, the woman bending over the table was grunting louder as the man behind her pushed and moaned his way to an orgasm. She seemed to be enjoying the fucking as much as the man. When he was done, he pulled up his pants and returned to his seat, smacking the woman's ass as he left. The woman didn't change position, she simply lay on the table bent over, ready for the next man.

I wanted to try her out, but was embarrassingly unfamiliar with Malsi protocol in such matters, so I waited.

To my surprise, Mr. Assid intervened and said, "Vera, would you please offer yourself to our guest?"

Mrs. Assid immediately got down on her knees and said, looking up at me, "May I service you, sir?"

I nodded, a little surprised and unable to find words. I unzipped my pants. Taking the cue, Mrs. Assid, a very lovely woman, pulled out my cock. It was already quite hard and sprang out, almost whacking my host's wife on her cheek.

The rest of the people at the dinner party continued their conversation, and another man decided to fuck Stephanie and slipped behind her as Mrs. Assid proceeded to suck my cock, doing the most delicate, expert job of it. Her lips found the head of my shaft on each stroke, which was then brought deep inside her so that her throat enveloped my shaft and the head. Her tongue slid velvety smooth across the underside of my member, and it wasn't long before I was moaning, closing my eyes, concentrating on a mounting orgasm.

I tried to pull out at the last moment, though I had not thought this part through. I would have ended up spurting white semen all over Mrs. Assid's beautiful black dinner dress. But Mrs. Assid grabbed my ass and made sure I was buried deep in her throat when I came, grunting louder than I had intended.

When I was done, Mrs. Assid slid my shaft out slowly, making sure her lips caught every last drop of my ejaculate, leaving me clean as could be. She dabbled the corners of her mouth, grinned up at me and I grinned back.

"Thank you my dear," I said seriously.

"Of course, sir. It was, quite literally, my pleasure." She smiled as she returned to her seat.

As the dinner came to a close I sat relaxed and happy.  Mr. Assid sat down next to me, and asked, "How do you enjoy the Malsi view of using women as art? Have you enjoyed my little collection? I am quite proud of it."

"Oh, it is quite different than where I live, as you know. I find it... gratifying. Pleasing, really." I motioned to the girl who had been bent over the table and was just now cleaning up the copious amount of jizz that was dribbling down her leg. She must have taken all five of the men at the table. "I wish such pleasurable traditions could be practiced at home."

"Oh, no, no sir," Assid said. "That's entertainment, not art. No, I mean the art. Come, let's go look."

He rose, and I rose with him, following him out into the hallway. "Here is the first example," he said, stopping before a gorgeous full size statue of a woman squatting. It was sitting on a pedestal and looked to be made of steel except the surface was far too smooth and the molding too precise.

The artist had managed to capture the exact likeness of a woman to such a degree that I almost expected her to move.

"Oh, this is truly a fantastic statue," I said. "Such realism! I am not sure we have anything so realistic and beautiful in my country."

Assid looked a little confused and then said, "Well, our technique is certainly well developed. We are especially proud of the process we use here, in the Assid compound."

He touched the silver statue lovingly, sliding his hand down the back to the buttocks. "This was Vera's sister."

"Vera... your wife's sister. She makes a beautiful model."

Assid looked puzzled again and then suddenly a look of understanding flooded his face. "Oh. I see. You don't understand, not fully. Vera's sister did not model for this. This *is* Vera's sister."

I was quite confused as to what he was getting at until suddenly I looked at the object before me and saw it in a different perspective, and understood. The perfect proportions; the tiny defects that only occur in a real human body; the incredible detail everywhere.

This was literally a woman, somehow encased in a metallic covering, changed or converted into a statue.

"Oh..." I said, taking a step back. I wasn't sure whether to be horrified or amazed. Or both.

"Then... the statues... as we came in. The one outside, the one just inside the front entrance..."

"Well, yes. More or less. The one outside was an early attempt using different materials and is rougher." He guided me down the hall to the door and outside. There was a beautiful plaster or concrete statue of a woman. Not nearly as perfect as the silver one in the hall, but still...

"The statue out front used a plaster casing. The woman was actually dead when she was encased. Not so this one. This is made using a special material of crushed marble and quartzite, and sprayed on the living core. The result is a much more detailed preservation."

I staggered slightly, realizing that there was a body inside this plaster statue, that inside was the body of a woman that had given her life to become a permanent piece of art.

That said... it was an absolutely beautiful piece, and I said so.

"Thank you sir. You may remember the statue in the lobby of our business building. It is one of our finer pieces. A woman named Jana. She was placed there about six months ago."

I did remember. The image of her golden, perfect body had occupied my attention briefly as I waited for our meeting. It was gorgeous, perfect.

My assumption was that it was a statue, symbolizing Malsi's dichotomous obsession with women as objects and their essential worship of the feminine form, even though it was enveloped in a slave culture.

I was right in a way, but was not clear at just how deeply Malsi had reduced women to the level of objects. To the point where they were actually turning women into objects.

"Yes, Jana was the first of the line where we perfected the metallic coating. We now supply a variety of companies with such art. It's turning into a rather nice side business for the Assid family. Other companies do this as well, of course. It is an ancient art. But not using modern materials in the way that we have."

I returned to the statue of Vera's sister--- or I modified my thinking. To Vera's sister, encased in metal. Examining it carefully I saw that every detail was present. The covering was perfect.

"The coating, it must be very thin. How can this be, to create a hard metallic shell and yet conform to the body... um, underneath... so perfectly?"

"Yes, that's the challenge," Assid said. "It is what the Assid companies do best, you see. New construction materials, chemistry and the like. This is in essence what you are here contracting for. Our special expertise in thin but durable materials. Come and I will show you."

Assid led me downstairs to an underground basement. Apparently the entire compound was a warren of tunnels under the ground.

Moving down the concrete hallway he stopped and unlocked a door, entering and leading me into a workshop of sorts. Work benches were scattered around with cans and jars and mechanical devices. The entire room smelled heavily of chemicals, an usual tangy but slightly sweet smell undercut by a metallic scent.

In the center of the room were two women. Each only partially covered with a metallic coating, they stood together with hands touching each other, faces together, lips nearly touching in a kiss. The form of the statue was beautiful, presenting two women lovers in an embrace that still exposed their bodies fully.

One woman was silver, the other gold.

It was clear neither woman could move. Their bodies had been covered with the metallic coating all the way up to their necks and hair. Only their faces remained uncovered. Their expressions were pained, stressed, but they were silent.

"This is a work in progress," Assid said. "Our finest work to date, involving two women in an interactive pose, as you see."

"They... they... they are still... alive..." I said, staring.

"Oh yes. Yes, they must be kept alive until the metal coating is completely hardened and then their faces are covered. They suffocate soon after that, and the artwork is complete."

I stared at the nearly finished artwork in horror and fascination. On the other hand, I had to admit it was probably one of the most erotic, beautiful statues I had ever laid eyes on.

"Elam here is about to begin the final process. Would you like to watch?" Assid suggested.

A workman, covered with silver and gold stains over his clothes, was approaching the almost completed statue. The two women were clearly unable to move, their breathing was labored and one of them was moaning slightly.

I cringed but could not take my eyes off them.

The workman came up to the golden one, lifted a large tub over her head and poured. A soft golden liquid poured out and down, covering the girl's face quickly. She opened her mouth, attempting to continue breathing.

As the gold covered her face, the woman's breathing became shorter and more labored. Her nose was covered and sealed. The gold liquid was entering her mouth, coating the inside. The girl's lips moved slightly, struggling against the rapidly drying covering.

The workman took a hose with a nozzle at the end, and pressed a button on the nozzle. A blast of air came out, which the workman used to smooth and even the gold sealant as it covered the girl's face. At one point he blew air inside the girl's mouth, smoothing and sealing the insides of the mouth.

By then of course the girl had stopped breathing. If she wasn't dead, she would be very soon.

Moments later the gold statue stood finished. The silver girl remained, face exposed and very close to the gold covered face next to her. She continued breathing, slowly and with difficulty. A tear trickled down one cheek.

I think I was a bit green after seeing a woman actually encased in a liquid metal and killed. I backed out of the room, trying to get fresh air.

"Yes, the chemicals in there can get to one. The workers are only allowed to stay in a workroom for an hour at a time."

The seriousness of what these people did in Malsi was overwhelming. I could not imagine being a woman who was chosen, and then willingly be covered with solid metal until it filled my mouth, suffocating me.

At the same time, what I had seen and what Assid was telling me had given me an erection. A nice, hard cock, that I was having a hard time hiding.

Leaning over to me as if in confidence, Assid said, "I see you are fascinated by this, and I want to show you something. It is new, something we are experimenting with, but I think may work. Eventually the materials may be something our companies may trade in, make a lot of money in. But for now... the art is worth it.

I shuddered to think what he might mean, but followed him down the hall to another room that was double locked. He scanned a hand print and then used a key to open the door.

Inside was a work area like the last one, except the equipment seemed more modern, more technical, and the smell was different. Not as pungent or offensive though there was a slight odor of ammonia.

To the side was a a statue of a woman. At least, that's what I thought but immediately questioned my assumption. I had learned.

Assid took me over to the statue. It looked like it might have been a real woman. The detail was there, it even had a somewhat more realistic color, more like actual skin. Some of the color detail of the body was there.

But in other ways it wasn't as perfect as the metallic statues I had seen earlier. It's coloring was off, there was a sense of decay and disintegration about it even though it appeared to be smooth and shiny.

"This was one of our earlier attempts. Racine here was encapsulated three weeks ago. She died a day later."

I looked at the statue more clearly and suddenly jerked back. The covering, the coating... it was clear. I was actually seeing the flesh of the dead woman encased in some sort of clear plastic coating.

"It didn't work. The seal wasn't good enough, the body started to deteriorate, and while the woman lived for an entire day in the encasement, it wasn't enough. It's still a beautiful work but... not what we are looking for."

This woman had died, mummified in the plastic casing, suffering for an entire day.

"This... this is where we are now. This is Bette. She's been encased for three days."

Assid flipped on a light which shown down on another statue, a woman that appeared perfect in almost every way. Flesh tone was there, hair was perfect, the shape and beauty of the woman was amazing.

In fact, it looked very much like a naked woman sitting absolutely still, except her body was incredibly smooth and shiny.

I examined the body, understanding that a woman's perfect body was encased underneath a layer of acrylic. It really was beautiful, though I was certain it would be a matter of a short while before it looked decayed like the statue containing Racine that stood nearby.

"May I?" I reached one hand out tentatively.

"Oh certainly. The Plasticine is completely hardened now."

My finger tips ran along the woman's breasts, feeling the curves of her body, running down across her stomach and to her groin. There appeared to be tiny pockets of air in some spots, where the plastic coating had not clung exactly to the flesh. These were mostly at joints and bends. Soft curves were always perfectly covered by the plastic.

I walked around the statue, marveling at the technique and skill that it took to create something like this. My horror with the situation was beginning to fade, I am embarrassed to say. The beauty of the encased female body was just too perfect. My cock throbbed at being so close to it.

I came to the face, which was an absolute marvel. The shiny surface covered the face perfectly, the skin color underneath was perfect, the eyes were open and looking at me (so it appeared), and the slightly open mouth showed Plasticine covered teeth.  The woman's beauty was perfectly preserved in a most incredible manner.

As I looked closely at the face I received a sudden shock that nearly made me piss my pants. The woman's eyes moved. They followed me as I moved around her. I screamed and hopped back.

"She... she moved!!!"

"Well, yes. She is still alive. She's been encased for three days, and is still alive. That's the whole point! The only way of creating the perfect statue, the statue that has the perfect aura of the living, is to have an actual living statue!" Assid announced this with pride and triumph.

I could see now that the small gaps between the shiny plastic coating and the flesh were used by the woman to take shallow breaths. The plastic around her mouth and nose was pierced with tiny holes, allowing for some limited air flow. The woman was alive, but completely mummified in clear plastic.

"Oh... oh my god... " I couldn't help but swearing in shock and dismay. "How can she breathe? How can she have food, and water?"

"Look carefully," Assid said, pointing to the mouth.

There, I saw that the lips were covered with plastic but there was a tiny gap between that. What I thought had led to a plasticized inner mouth was in reality simply an opening. Listening carefully I heard the air flowing back and forth through this small opening, as she breathed.

"I... I... so you feed her? Give her water?"

"Most certainly. She is a living creature, entombed completely in plastic for our enjoyment. Movement of about two or three millimeters is possible, but nothing more." Assid picked up a small water bottle with a straw like protrusion and raised it to the woman's lips, upside down. Water flowed down into the straw and into the small opening, where it disappeared.

A significant amount of excess water collected around the plastic lips, and dribbled down. Assid wiped it away after a moment.

Bette had just had a drink of water.

"But how, I mean, what about body functions?"

"Observe. See the area in the groin; there are dozens of small holes. Urine passes out of the plastic casing there. Come around back."

We walked around to the back of the woman. Embedded in the plastic casing was a small tube that ran into the woman statue's buttocks.

"We flush her once a day. Water is pumped in through this tube, and the sewage result is pumped out. There isn't much, she is kept on a strict liquid diet, so this small tube is sufficient to keep her bowels clear."

My hand went out, almost involuntarily, and ran across the woman's perfectly encased back and shoulders. The process and result was amazing. I perfectly preserved woman, alive, encased and mummified. My hand continued stroking around to the living statue's breasts, stomach and then down to her pussy and thighs.

"Come, look at our other current example." Assid drew me over to a dark corner of the workshop. When the light came on, there stood another perfectly encased woman.

This one was standing, rather than sitting.

"Shari here has been encased for two weeks. She is our longest living example, so far."

I could not imagine the psychological agony of being completely mummified, unable to move more than a couple of millimeters. Such beauty. Such agony. Together, encased and presented for the pleasure of others.

I wondered what thoughts were going through the poor woman's head as I observed her and touched her plastic shell.

"Don't the women... well, go insane inside? Unable to move?"

"I don't know," said Assid, a little puzzled. "Does it matter?"

I said nothing, but asked. "How long will they survive? It can't be indefinitely, surely eventually muscles will atrophy, there must be other medical complications?"

Assid nodded. "Yes. But think of long term coma patients. They are fed through a tube, ventilated, and they survive for years. It is true the body will lose muscle tone, and that will be a problem. We expect that Bette and Shari will last in the range of several months before we will throw them out."

Assid moved closer as if in confidence. "But, we are working on a method to keep muscle tone. It will take some time to finalize, but once we are done we may be able to keep a living statue alive for years, even decades."

My hand went up to touch Shari's face. Her eyes were open and followed me. She was obviously completely aware of our presence, but showed little emotion.

I wondered if the plastic coating would allow for facial expression. I was pretty sure there could be at least some movement underneath, but Shari didn't really express anything. Her face was dead, emotionless.

I wondered if perhaps her mind was already gone.

"How on earth could you keep muscle tone on a mummified woman?" I asked.

"I can't tell you everything, but it involved surgically embedding some electrodes deep into the muscles before mummification. We can then invoke muscle spasms, like cramps, as will, and that will keep many of the muscles well exercised."

"Cramps... won't that hurt?"

"I suppose it would. Probably agonizing." Assid shrugged and turned to go. "That's about all we can show you this evening."

We went upstairs and Mr. Assid showed me to my room. "I know you have to fly back tomorrow, so we have provided excellent accommodations for you, with a few amenities that we hope will help you get a good night's sleep."

Entering the bedroom I discovered the western slave, Stephanie, on my bed. She was tied spread-eagle and blindfolded.

Like most women in a Malsi household, she was naked.

"Enjoy," Assid said and closed the door behind him.

I undressed quickly, getting completely naked, and then went to the bed. I lay on top of the beautiful woman whose legs were spread for me, and let my cock slip into her.

She moaned and arched her back, and I shoved in, pulled out, shoved in, and fucked the hell out of her.

I asked her no questions after fucking her, I simply untied her and we slept together, arms and legs intertwined, a brief liaison between two people of the same country.

When I flew back I thought that I sincerely hoped that Stephanie would never fall victim to the Assid family's artistic side. I liked her.


Rivulus said...

Very sensual writing ...
I love reading you Polly

Polly Plummer said...

I love when you read me. It feels good.

Rivulus said...

Then write a lot:-)!!!

Frostfire20 said...

Yes please! Write a lot!

Anonymous said...

This story is very sexy. Somehow I got also turned on at the possibility that these women were willing and consensual in their becoming statues. I then imagined myself being one of them.