The Statue

"Nothing's wrong!" Hannah interjected, "seriously! Just had a bad night's sleep." After Davis's flub, the other two decided to respect her insistence, and kept their distance.

As night rolled around, the three met back up inside the museum, ready to get to work.

Hannah panicked at the thought that they would see her notes from the previous night, and scrambled to put her backpack back together -- even as Davis and Jane offered to help, she pushed them aside. She couldn't quite fit everything back inside. Hannah scrambled out of the atrium to find herself in the student's offices. They had their lockers, and she stuffed everything she could in hers before slamming it shut.

Davis and Jane hadn't followed her, thankfully, and she decided it would be for the best if she actually reorganized everything. The project of reshuffling everything into the bag would take a few minutes, but they wouldn't mind working without her while she did so.

Looking over the writing, something alarming caught her eye -- she had managed to smudge a good part of her first attempt to translate the writing on the front. She pulled the paper out of its folder, and started transcribing it. Each syllable took a minute to get exactly correctly -- she needed to be positively sure that every little line was up to standard, else she would be effectively writing gibberish.

"Pkresh, nalteth, ha-" She was cut off as the lights in the museum shuttered off in a sudden blackout. Her phone's light still worked -- although somehow it seemed unnecessary, the moonlight bleeding in through the window would be sufficient for her work. She worried that Davis and Jane would come run to her, but as the seconds turned into minutes, she realized they must have either forgotten about her, or felt it would be best to leave her be.

The blackout persisted as she continued her work. Sooner or later, the lights would come back on and as soon as they did, she'd check up on...

That thought was interrupted as a wave of sudden, unexpected pleasure erupted from her groin. She gasped and nearly collapsed onto the ground.

"Ohhh my god!" Her words scarce found purchase as her lips quivered in erotic joy. She could feel something -- someone -- licking her, kissing her, grabbing her legs and playing with her. It was a phantom feeling, sensations without any apparent cause. She didn't have any light, nor any way to tell if anyone was watching, but she knew that she needed to check, make sure that nothing was there. She unbuttoned hastily, throwing her slacks aside and almost tearing her panties off in a hasty desperation.

There was nothing -- nothing but her ass, her pussy, and the cold tile. Yet, she still felt like her genitals were being worshipped, and worshipped well. She was never one for tit play, but the feeling there was so overwhelming, and a sudden urge overcame her to pinch her nipple to enjoy the sensations to the fullest. It came in waves, and felt like two tongues playing in tandem, alongside two sets of hands -- although on one side she could feel the whole warmth of a body wrapped around her leg.

She gasped again as the kisses and licks worked their way back up her thighs to her groin, eventually meeting in the middle to make out in a strange, three-lipped embrace. Two pairs of invisible tongues and lips to pleasure her entrance. Flicking and sucking, each trying to vie for dominance over her. She could do nothing but squeal as the sensations grew in intensity. It was steady, but never sufficient to push her over the edge, at least not until one of the mouths surrendered and moved up her body to lick her free breast while the one at her groin continued its work in hungry, enthusiastic, devoted motions.

She felt a tongue try to push into her, eventually able to push just a little bit inside, followed by a separate finger, then another from another hand -- the two were trying, desperately so, to get her to cum. At first their motions were those of consistent, slow workup, but now -- now it was a competition to see which could be the finger or the tongue to get her there. One pushed down on her floor, giving her the sensation of fullness, while the other curled itself around her softest spots, increasing in pace as she grinded into the air. All the while, the tongue tried to push deeper and deeper, wrapping around the upper finger and adding a gritty, soft feeling to it.

She was ready, she was so, incredibly ready -- and she screamed as she collapsed onto the tile. But they did not stop, they would never stop, not until they were done. Her screams repeated while their work escalated in pace -- but her voice could not hold out much longer. In a matter of minutes, every attempted shout was a barely audible release. She was a wet pile on the ground, whining to be allowed at least a second's break -- the overstimulation was rapidly becoming too much.

Mercifully, after pushing her beyond what she was ready to experience, the invisible lovers released her, and all the sensations she could feel were ginger kisses on her calves. The dual worshippers allowed her time to breathe -- keeping their pace and pressure low enough to tolerate, while still registering in her mind. Hannah didn't have any towels, or really any means to clean up the sticky mess she'd made for custodial -- but at this point, she just needed to collect herself and put everything back together cognitively. She stumbled into the restroom, grabbed a handful of paper towels, and began drying everything up.

She swore she could feel the kisses getting more hungry and even... louder? She realized that through the experience, she hadn't heard anything, but now she was paying attention to the room, she heard the faintest sound of two mouths kissing. She shook it off as more of the magic that the statue was emanating, and continued cleaning off. Once her legs were washed and dried (as best one can do without a shower) she pulled her pants back on, and walked outside. It felt so strange to have the sensation of lips climbing up her thighs while she consciously knew her pants were on. Her phone's light illuminated the atrium.

As expected, her colleagues had left the room, probably heading home after the power outage had started. She felt a little sad that they hadn't come for her, but the sadness was replaced with frustration as she muffled her own moans of pleasure -- the lips were pushing back up to her crotch again, taking no cue from the mood she was in.

The noise of these spectral mouths was growing louder too -- but as the sound echoed through the atrium, she realized that it wasn't emanating from her. It came from their exhibition -- the statue itself must be making the noise.

That assumption was broken, however, when she heard a familiar voice begging loudly -- "please, please, please please!!" It was slurred a little, as though the tongue was held just beyond the lips. She started to run towards the exhibit, but was flustered while the pair of tongues re-entered her sopping groin. She held herself for a moment, desperately trying not to cry out.

She could barely restrain herself as she rounded the corner to see the statue, glowing in its eerie phosphorescence. Empty-eyed and desperate below it, were two worshippers, licking at its groin in tandem. Each was touching itself with their free hands, having been humping and licking and biting at the statue for what must have been twenty or thirty minutes. Hannah gawked as she saw Davis and Jane debasing themselves to pleasure a statue, to pleasure her.

Hannah stared at them, both locked in embrace with a piece of stone, a simulation of the real thing -- both so unabashed in their affection for it. The sight awakened something in her, something she truly had never really recognized. A feeling of joy at domineering over these two desperate slaves. She stepped forward behind them, knowing well that if they were this desirous of the image, the true form would overwhelm them.

They either didn't hear her, or were too occupied to care. Hannah wondered if they were truly in themselves, if the statue hadn't taken over their minds. In the perverse stupor she found herself in, however, she didn't truly want to know the answer. In either case, they would be eager to please -- she snapped her fingers twice, letting it echo through the museum. Their affection halted for an instant, and they turned to face their goddess. In a second, the two bounded over like dogs to her, nearly tearing her slacks off in haste. The phantom tongues were replaced by soft, wet, hot ones. She looked down at their eyes, both of them were so, immensely, incredibly aroused at the sight of her. She felt a tinge of guilt at not letting them.

Grinning a little, she turned to Davis and grabbed his blonde hair, pulling him up to her chest. She commanded him to suck on her breast -- he did as told, and she wrapped an arm around his neck for support. She took her other free hand and pulled Jane up the same.

Both hungrily suckled, but made no other motion. She rewarded them with soft, barely present stroking of their genitals -- she rubbed two fingers against Davis's dripping cock and two fingers softly pinched Jane's clitoris. The trio laid back against the carpeted floor, worshipping her until she asked them both to please her. Awaiting no further instruction, she felt two fingers entering inside her, uncoordinated at first, but then finding a rhythm.

She awarded each with increased attention to their pleasure, followed by even more excitement from both of them. On Davis, two fingers became four, then a whole hand wrapped gingerly around him, building up lubrication with each pump of precum. On Jane, the pinching was replaced by rubbing with Hannah's thumb, while two fingers entered her. The pace of pleasure escalated while they worked each other -- pushing faster, harder, more hungrily, more insistent to cum fastest.

Jane went first, Hannah gritted her teeth while Jane bit down on her nipple, and her insides contracted tight around her fingers. Jane's own digits quivered inside Hannah, pushing her over the edge as she shouted as loud as her tired lungs would let her. Her left hand gripped hard around Davis's member, causing him to tremble, shake, and then explode all over the two women to his right. The trio sunk into the carpet -- two worshippers resting their unconscious heads on the softest of all pillows.

As Hannah's senses returned to her -- the weight of the two worshippers began to dawn on her. These were her two closest collagues, whom she had worked with for two years now... driven insane, driven to immense depravity, entirely out of their own control. And most importantly to Hannah -- they were all hers. She snuggled them both closer, her mind clouded still by the potency of her domination, and sad in a hushed whisper:

"We're going to have so much fun, us three." She whispered into the cold morning air, before returning back to sleep.