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Stone Cold Criminals (Petrification TF)
🕑 Added 2021-03-17 00:23:27 +0000 UTC“Are you sure about this, Iola? Won’t there be a security system or something?” Clementine Summers asked.
“Don’t worry about it, Dahlia did the research!” Iola waved off the concern before carefully climbing the stone wall. “You’re not chickening out, are you?”
The third young woman nodded in confirmation. “The sole resident of the mansion only just moved in. She hasn’t had the time to install security systems, and the place was unoccupied before she arrived. There were a few people helping her with her things, but otherwise, nobody has been inside to install anything.”
“Honestly, isn’t it kind of boring if it’s this easy?” The fourth and final woman, Sandra, grumbled. She climbed over the fence without much care for noise. “Where’s the fun in robbing a rich house if it’s this easy?”
“In not getting tossed into jail.” Iola snapped, reaching down from the top of the wall. “Are you coming or not, Clementine?”
Clementine looked around a bit - this felt… weird. She’d only just gotten into some small-time crime, dragged in more like as a result of seeing Iola and Dahlia at work. She may have been kind of involved in a couple of their minor robberies - distracting someone while one of them picked a pocket, or taking something off a display case while nobody was looking.
But Iola was not satisfied with small payouts - she wanted something big. And the biggest game in town had just moved in. Nobody knew much about the old lady who’d moved into the hill-top manor house, besides that she was loaded and alone. She was an obvious and easy target for small-time crooks to make themselves some big-time cash.
Clementine sighed. She was in too deep to leave now. “I still think it’s a bad idea. It seems way too easy…” she said, taking Iola’s hand and getting helped over the barrier.
Once they were over the wall, it was a straight shot to one of the side entrances. Dahlia, ever the professional, was prepared with a set of lockpicks, and got to work on the simple and old lock. “This was a servant’s entrance when the mansion was first built. Less likely to encounter the resident if we go in this way than if we take the front entrance.”
“And it’s closer to the wine cellars~” Sandra said, licking her lips. “Old money like this has to have a collection, right?
“A valuable one.” Iola said. “Try to avoid running into the old lady. I don’t think she can stop us, but she might call the cops. She’s probably asleep though, this hour of night.”
There was a quiet chorus of affirmations as Dahlia managed to get the lock to click, and the door swung open. “Quick and quiet, ladies; take anything that’s not nailed down.”
Clementine went in last. She couldn’t begin to say why, but she had a deep feeling of dread as she stepped across the threshold…
The team split up inside; 4 women would make more noise than one, and with the house as quiet as it was it was best to avoid making more noise than necessary.
Sandra hummed softly to herself despite te need for quiet as she wandered the lower levels. The lady’s bedroom would probably be upstairs, or maybe ground level - not on the basement floor. It was a surprisingly immense place, and that meant that there was a lot of room for her to search.
She helped herself to a few things she saw on the way - gold picture frames, a few valuable-looking shinies, other knick-knacks of worth - but her real goal was soon found - the wine cellar. Rows and rows of bottles, more booze in one spot than she’d ever seen before! The rich woman could probably run a pub out of her basement with that much alcohol, and Sandra planned to treat the room like one. “Your finest, please~” she said in a sing-song voice to herself, as she perused the racks for a good-looking bottle.
With her selection in hand she brought herself over to a small bar that was also in the wine cellar. Sandra could approve of that; whoever lived here knew what they liked. She scrounged around and found a bottle opener, and promptly used it to pop the cork.
“A toast to drinking on other people’s dime!” she said as she raised the bottle, and took a long swig. She heard someone behind her. “One of you buzzkills finally decide to have some fun? Good!” she giggled, turning around to greet the newcomer.
It wasn’t long before she started to get that buzz of intoxication. She felt so warm all over. It felt so nice… the bottle slipped from stiffening fingers as she found herself staring into a pair of bright yellow eyes…
Dahlia moved as quiet as a mouse, searching the halls of the ground level of the manor for anything of worth. She’d already managed to gather some valuable objects from display cases, although nothing overly impressive. So far the most valuable things she’d seen were statues of immaculate detail and realism which, while very pretty, weren’t things she could easily loot from the place. She had yet to find quite the jackpot for which she was looking.
She was beginning to think that anything truly worth the trouble was simply not to be found on the ground floor, when she finally saw something that looked worthwhile. It was a painting, and from the look of it, an old one. It was beautiful to be sure, but she was sure that it’s value would be in its age. A small plaque below it mentioned the painter, and it was on reading the name that Dahlia knew she’d found something worthwhile. A lost masterpiece from that big name? It could probably buy her a new house on it’s own with money to spare.
Putting her bag down to the ground, she rummaged for her tools and got to work - she had to be careful in order to get the painting out of the frame without damaging it. She focused every bit of her attention on the task at hand, slowly freeing it from it’s captivity.
Too much attention.
“Good evening, my darling~” a voice said from nearly in her ear.
Dahlia bolted upright, her steady hand all that prevented her from damaging the painting. She whirled around to face the voice - the woman had somehow made it right next to her without her noticing.
She was an older looking woman, wearing a dark red night gown with a mischievous smile on her face. Her hair was wrapped up in a turban, and despite the late hour she was wearing sunglasses. “Sorry to startle you dear, I didn’t think you’d jump like that~” she said.
“I- Miss, stay back if you know what’s good for you.” Dahlia said. Crap, she’d seen her… but soon, it became evident that telling the cops would be the least of her problems.
The sunglasses came down, treating Dahlia to the sight of shockingly golden yellow eyes that seemed to nearly glow in the dimness of the hall. Dahlia found herself unable to move as the woman approached, a warm feeling spreading through her body.
“Relax, darling. Miss Anastasia Adamos won’t tell anyone you were here.” she said, her voice ringing through Dahlia’s whole body. Suddenly, the would be thief felt a strange warmth across her. It felt… kinda good, for some reason? She tried to move, but it was hard to even consider it, let alone do it.
Anastasia stepped up close, near enough that Dahlia could feel her breath. Her hands began to roam across Dahlia’s body, drawing muffled gasps out of the young woman as Anastasia pulled at her clothes. With a harsh ripping sound, Anastasia pulled the shirt right off her body, her bra not far behind. “You won’t be needing these anymore. It’d be a shame to hide a lovely body like that.” she said, her hand taking hold of Dahlia’s breast and roughly groping at it. It should probably have been painful, but instead, it just drew a long moan from the thief.
The woman’s other hand drifted down below, hooking on her pants and panties and starting to pull them off. Underneath, something seemed to be almost growing on Dahlia’s skin. She felt so… hot…
“Quiet down now… just let me take care of you…”
“I said split up!” Iola hissed at Clementine, “Why are you following me like a lost puppy?”
“The upper floor isn’t that big!” Clementine replied. Of course, that wasn’t the only or main reason. She was nervous as all heck and didn’t trust herself to be quiet if she was alone. She’d step on a creaky floorboard and start loudly apologizing to the empty air for the crime and wake up the owner or something, if she were alone. “It’s fine, let’s just finish this up and leave…”
Iola sighed, but relented, leading them through the next couple rooms and taking some valuables into her bag. Clementine kept feeling worse and worse as she went. Why was she doing this? She wasn’t that desperate for money, was she? But here she was, dragged into some serious crime with a bunch of women she hardly knew.
They didn’t find too much on the upper floor - they didn’t even find a bedroom, so that must have been ground level. After making sure there was nothing more worth taking, they headed downstairs. “This is the biggest floor, so Dahlia’s probably not done. Let’s try this way…”
They went through a couple halls, finding nothing of note - until they opened a door.
It was by far the largest room they’d seen in the manor, and it was filled with stone statues. They were all women, each completely unique from the figure to the pose to the face. The main uniformity was that they were, one and all, nude.
“What- what kind of tastes does this bitch have?” Iola said in surprise. “Whatever, look around. There might be something we can take in here.”
“S-So many…” Clementine muttered, walking in to see what she could find. She was walking buy a couple when something registered to her a second late - those had looked familiar, hadn’t they?
Clementine backtracked a few steps, and looked at the statues more closely. One of them was in a cheery pose, as if raising a glass with a drunken look on her face. The other was lewd to put it lightly, clearly aroused and touching herself all over. They were, as with the others, high quality statues.
They were also the spitting images of Sandra and Dahlia.
“Hey, what are you doing over- the hell?” Iola pushed Clementine to the side to take a look. “Isn’t that…”
“Oh, I know I didn’t leave this open…” a voice said from the hall. “Well then, darlings… why don’t you come out and say hi to Miss Anastasia~”
“Hide!” Iola hissed, ducking into the shadows behind a group of statues at the edge of the room. Clementine looked from side to side frantically and, seeing no alternative option she could reach in time, followed after her.
A woman walked into the room not a second after Clementine settled in. A tall woman wearing a turban and a red nightgown, she seemed to glide across the ground, into the center of the room. “I know you’re in here, my dears… come out, it won’t hurt…”
She started to casually look behind statues, one after another, approaching their own hiding place. Clementine was frantically thinking of what they could do - when she felt a hard shove from behind.
Clementine stumbled out into the open, right into Anastasia’s line of sight. She should have run, or maybe tried to hit her with something, but instead she just froze in place, petrified with fear.
The woman looked at her for a moment. She approached slowly… and gave her a pat on the head as she passed, insead moving towards Iola’s hiding place.
Iola burst from the shadow, and unlike Clementine she did run. She could have made it, too, if she didn’t make the mistake of looking behind her.
She froze mid-stride, and was powerless to look away. The woman’s turban slipped away, revealing a writhing mass of snakes where there would normally be hair. She’d removed her sunglasses, showing bright yellow eyes locking with Iola’s.
Clementine could do nothing but watch in shock as Anastasia had her way with Iola. Long, claw-like nails slicing her clothes apart, leaving her completely nude. Hands roaming across Iola’s athletic figure pulling her into a new pose as she drew out moans and groans of pleasure. Clementine couldn’t feel it, but she could see in Iola’s panting face that the experience was shockingly pleasurable.
The most shocking thing was the stone. It formed from thin air on top of Iola’s skin, starting at the joints, locking her firmly in place. The gorgon continued to stroke her body as it spread, drawing out the pleasure as more and more of her skin vanished beneath the slate grey. Soon, Iola’s face was all the remained - the gorgon soon changed that though, leaning in to kiss her as she climaxed from the mounting pleasure, and as the stone claimed her expression as well, leaving it fixed in that orgasmic high.
Anastasia withdrew from the statue, the only signs of what it had once been the slickness between it’s thighs and Iola’s boots still on it.
Clementine couldn’t move as the gorgon turned on her. Not because of her eyes, as she’d put her sunglasses back on, but from sheer terror. Surely she was next. There was no way she could just walk out of there.
“And then there was one… you’re a cute one.” Anastasia said, tilting Clementine’s head up so she’d meet her gaze. “Would you like to be mine? I could put you in the garden where everyone can see, instead of keeping you in this collection here.”
“P-Please, don’t… I didn’t… I’m sorry…” Clementine stammered.
“Hmm… pity, that. But I think I have a better use for you than a decoration, then. You didn’t want to be here in the first place, hm? Then I’ll give you a choice. You can decorate my garden, or you could bring me others to do it instead.”
Clementine blinked. “I… what?”
“Apologies for the euphemism, dear. You must be too shocked to understand.” The gorgon shrugged, her snake-hair bouncing with the motion. “Either I make you a statue, or you get people to come here so I can make them statues. Nobody you’d care to lose, of course - spread the word to other thieves. Bring them to me. I’ll make it well worth your while, in more ways than just keeping your humanity.”
Clementine swallowed hard. “I…”
“-am telling you guys. Complete jackpot. The lady’s senile. I was there last month, and there wasn’t even a call about a robbery. She just bought new stuff.”
“Seriously?” The woman said, looking to her partner in crime. “That sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it?”
“It does…” the second woman agreed, “But could she have gotten that kind of cash otherwise? This town doesn’t have the greatest jobs, you know.”
Clementine smiled, although inside she wished she didn’t have to do this. This was the third group in as many months. She shook her head, and put the persona back on. “Look, do you want to pass up this opportunity? I heard she’s moving in a week, and taking her stuff with her! I need some help to loot the place one last time. What do you say?”
