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Diana's Last Dance
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Diana's Last Dance
Diana’s bare feet padded softly against the cold floor as her loose bracelets and anklets rang hollowly. Her attention had long ago drifted away from the monotonous droning of the king’s chief adviser, Phiteus, and instead had been flitting around the palace. She recalled back to how she had gotten here...the king’s guards had burst into her small hut shortly after Diana had returned from worship at Aphrodite’s temple, causing her to spill her new perfume across her breasts. While the prostitute had initially been terrified by whatever intentions they had for her she was now amazed by the palace hallways she was being led down.
Particularly since she wasn't in shackles.
All around her were golden trinkets and decorations; vases, fruit, suits of armor, et cetera. But what she was most fascinated by was the gold that was incorporated into the floors, walls, and columns.
Diana was amazed by how different it felt to her naked feet walking across the giant golden portions in the floor compared to when she stepped over the harder spaces of marble. Much of the walls were gold up to about seven or eight feet, where marble blocks then continued on to the ceiling. The same was true of many of the massive columns that sat through the hall. Most of these had crews of workmen and wooden supports surrounding them, and Diana realized that the malleable gold that sat at the base of the enormous stone structures was probably not strong enough to support the weight of the marble. She wondered what “brilliant” engineer or architect had come up with the design.
Given the work being done to keep the stone from collapsing, Diana guessed that the poor fellow was probably rotting away in some jail cell right now…if not already beheaded.
A horrendously loud sneeze from Phiteus brought Diana’s attention forward again.
“Excuse me,” he sniffled, wiping his nose, “I think I’m reacting to your perfumed oils. As I was saying, that is why you must do everything you can to relieve the king, short of allowing him to touch you.”
Diana realized she had missed almost all of Phiteus’ monologue, and she now thought maybe she should have paid more attention.
“I’m sorry,” Diana exclaimed, catching up with Phiteus. Diana’s mostly nude body moved sensuously as she came up alongside the chief adviser. Many of the workmen did not fail to notice that Diana wore little beyond her cheap jewelry and some very sheer scarves. Phiteus turned towards her but pulled away as he got a strong whiff of Diana. “Why mustn’t I let the king touch me?”
Phiteus’ exhausted look and reaction to Diana’s scent caused her to step back. For a moment the mousy and pointy-faced chief adviser considered striking the woman for not paying attention to his instructions, but he had no time to send out for another prostitute this evening. He couldn’t risk that a misplaced bruise would spoil the whore’s beauty.
“As I was saying,” Phiteus cleared his throat as he continued to lead Diana to the king’s chambers, “Our King Midas has been gifted by Bacchus. Anything that contacts his skin is turned to gold.”
Suddenly everything that Diana had seen made much more sense. The palace’s golden design was not from an erring engineer; it was from an over exuberant monarch running through his halls without concern for how gold would support marble.
“We fear what may happen should he lay his hand upon himself. My men have spoken of your talent for scarf and veil dancing. It is my hope that if your performance is tantalizing enough, it will not take much more for you to assist the king in finding relief. If you are successful, you will be rewarded with ten times your weight in gold.”
“I – oh!”
Diana had more questions to ask, but now found herself within the entrance to Midas’ private chambers. Just as she spun back to request more information from the chief adviser, Diana found the large golden double doors closed in her face.
That terrified feeling suddenly returned.
Turning back to face the center of the chamber, Diana was practically overwhelmed by the yellow glitter that covered everything. The wall hangings, carpet, marble floor, chairs, table, scrolls, bed, and small throne were all gold – many of it showing damage as gold was too weak to support many of the items' true purpose. And seated in the throne, completely nude, was Midas himself.
Diana swallowed any fear she had and slowly began to step towards the king. His hair was frizzed and in greasy strands that stood up from his scalp. He was mostly unshaven. But what struck Diana was how gaunt the king was.
Diana had seen the king once before, as he was paraded through the market after one of the wars had ended. Diana remembered her neighbor, Fortuna, commenting on how well fed the king looked for having just now returned from an extensive war campaign. Now barely skin and bones the weight of the king’s gift - and how it was doing so much more damage to him than any battlefront had - rested on Diana’s mind.
It was now that Diana noticed Midas’ eyes had opened, and he was weakly beckoning to her. The dancer undid the tiny knots which held up the two sheer scarves that barely hid her breasts and hips.
As Diana began to run the scarves over her body and dance towards the king, she wondered how many other women from the market had been brought before Midas. She tried not to think of what their fate may have been, instead wondering how she compared to them. Diana was not the thinnest or bustiest of the prostitutes, although she was a far cry from the largest or flattest. But there was a reason she had turned to dancing with the scarves to help attract men to her room.
But from what she could tell Midas was definitely more attentive to Diana’s dancing than she had been to Phiteus’ talking. The tin jewelry and hoops that adorned Diana’s fingers, wrists, and ankles clattered together and accentuated the motion of her hips and feet. She moved close to Midas and his throne, and Diana could see that the king was indeed entirely nude. She could see his erect manhood resting in his lap. She was definitely succeeding in her goal, but how close she was to final success Diana could not tell. He did seem to smell her perfume.
Careful to stay out of reach, Diana began to pump her hips and womanly recesses towards the patriarch, dropping one scarf and retaining the other. Kneeling and then standing before the king, winding her body up and down like a snake, Diana could see Midas becoming more active. His body was beginning to tense, and she could see his chest starting to puff out.
Just as Diana was beginning to wonder what she could do to help the king come to his greatly desired climax, she heard him take a sharp inhale of breath. Diana was at a crouched position, which would have been followed by another undulating rise, however she realized that Midas was not about to find sexual release; he was about to sneeze.
And he did.
Dropping to her knees and instinctively raising the thin material to protect herself, Diana watched helplessly as the king’s nasal mist spread towards her. She watched as it struck the fabric, the thin strands turning to gold as the moisture settled. Out of shock Diana started to let go of the scarf, and while her fingers moved just enough to let the suddenly heavier material drop from her grasp, Diana found she wasn’t able to move any more.
Anywhere.
The prostitute had also felt the king’s cool sneeze wash over her fingers and rings, and that was the beginning of the end. Had Diana blinked she would have missed the transformation, although she wouldn’t be doing any more blinking now. The moment any of Midas’s ejection had touched Diana’s skin a cool golden sheen had washed over the woman’s form, locking her body into its kneeling position. The gold flowed down her arms, over her shoulders and split between her head and chest. Diana could feel it embrace her proudly displayed breasts, run down her stomach, solidify her feminine recesses, and lock her toes against the floor. The wave that covered Diana's head momentarily disrupted her vision, but she could see clearly once again before the last of her hair had turned to brilliant yellow metal.
By Aphrodite, no! Diana screamed out in her mind as she realized what had happened. Somehow her thoughts and senses were still alive. She could see her frozen golden hands held out in front of her, and the damned and frustrated king on his throne. She could still feel the cool mist on her metal skin, and she felt the yellow floor beneath her feet and knees. But she could not move. Not her legs, not her arms, not her head, not even her eyes would change the angle of her vision. She was petrified in place at the foot of the king’s throne – her own body a golden prison.
She did not have much time to quietly sulk. Diana watched helplessly as the king let out a scream, cursing Bacchus and weakly standing. The auric whore was not certain at first what Midas was about to do until he had rushed to her still form.
Diana felt the king’s bony hands grasp her by the shoulders and push her cold form back. Her body was planted solidly and wouldn’t tip, especially not from Midas’ weakened state. Diana prayed to Aphrodite as Midas uselessly rubbed his aching fleshy phallus against her solid body, but he was quickly exhausted and collapsed to the floor without relief.
At first Diana had been aghast at Midas as he approached her. But the moment warm flesh had pressed against the cooling metal of her once supple body Diana was ablaze in erotic sensations. It was if this solid mass of gold she had taken as a new form was wired purely for sensual pleasure, and she was actually disappointed when he stopped. Mentally she had been pushed to the brink of orgasm, but was denied as he fell to the cold golden tiles. She felt as helpless and frustrated for pleasure as the king; unable to touch her own body to reach the pleasure she had been pushed towards and now so desperately desired.
Please, Aphrodite, please! her mind pleaded, Let me find release from this!
Diana wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Phiteus and some guards burst into the room. From her fixed position the golden statue watched as the guards took stock of Midas and pulled out two golden poles. They ran one each under Midas’ arms, and lifted his weak form from the floor. The king indicated that he wished to go to his metal bed, and the monarch and guards disappeared from Diana’s view as they carried him away. Only Phiteus remained by Diana.
Touch me, please touch me! Diana begged the adviser as he stood, one hand to his chin as he looked her over. He let out a long sigh.
“Maybe next time some music will help the king’s mood…”
Phiteus continued to chew over this random idea as he stared at Diana, but his train of thought was broken as one of the guards returned.
“The king says he sneezed,” the guard whispered to Phiteus, and the older man shook his head.
“Shit…” he muttered, reaching down and picking up the partially gold veil, “…one more thing we have to look out for…”
“Where should we move her, sir?” Another guard was just visible at the edge of Diana’s vision.
“The treasury is filled, isn’t it?” Phiteus asked, and the guards solemnly nodded their heads. “Very well. Move her to the main hall. The workmen seemed to appreciate her when we walked in. Maybe she’ll remind them that there are worse fates than working for twelve hours straight.”
Oh, yes! Diana’s mind exploded as she felt six rough and strong hands grab her from any nook and cranny that would allow a good grip and support her weight. At least two thick fingers were curled between her thighs, almost brushing her solidified slit. Diana was certain she should be reeling in mental orgasms, but for some reason, even with all the sensations she was getting, Diana could only find herself on the brink of pleasure. More and more she was driven by sensual input, but it just continued to build and build more intensely.
“Do you suppose this one’s still alive in there?” one of the guards asked as they carried her outside the room.
Yes yes yes, I’m in here! Diana cried out, hoping that perhaps their knowledge of her presence would benefit her in some way, By Aphrodite’s grace, may they know I ache for their touch!
“Don’t be stupid, why do you always ask?” one of the other guards grunted, taking a moment to use one finger to tap on Diana’s metal side, “She’s solid through, like all the others. There’s no way she’s alive…”
Yes I am!
“…besides,” the guard continued, “Even if she were conscious in there, she’s got it worse than Midas. At least he’ll starve to death eventually. She’d be trapped in her own body forever.”
Oh, Great Aphrodite! Diana’s mind cried out as she finally realized the full scope of what had happened to her, Please do something for me!
No answer came, however.
Diana soon found herself a fixture in the hallway. Phiteus had even brought her golden scarf to her and dropped it to the floor at Diana’s knees.
An endless number of people walked past her. Many paid Diana no mind – she was simply a cold reminder of the peril their king was in. Some, because of the space taken up by the workers and material, would brush up against her accidentally. Such incidental contact would keep her mind abuzz and horny. It drove Diana mad as she was unable to reach out and grab them. Her mind willed her arms to move, but they stubbornly refused.
On occasion, when foot traffic was slow, one of the workmen would approach her. Usually egged on by his fellow workers, he would do something completely inappropriate and debasing to Diana’s affixed form. Far from feeling violated, it was then that Diana prayed the most earnestly for Aphrodite to continue their base ministrations. But each time the man would stop just before Diana would find her own release. No matter what had been done to her, no matter what was dripping from her back or face, and no matter how they cleaned her she could not be brought to orgasm.
The haze of constantly building sexual desire was maddening. Diana had no idea how much time had actually passed since Midas had transformed her; it could have been weeks, it could have been hours. Her mind was in a cloud of eroticism and prayers to Aphrodite when suddenly a familiar voice broke through to the auric woman.
"That's Diana!"
Had the golden statue been able to look up she would have, but instead she had to wait for Fortuna to kneel down before her.
Fortuna! Diana cried out, Oh, thank Aphrodite for sending you!
The newly arrived prostitute seemed to smile at the golden statue. Diana felt her neighbor holding her hands and Diana was certain her salvation had arrived.
But the thought was short lived.
Diana could tell by the other woman's face that her concern was not really for her. Confused at first, Diana took closer notice of Fortuna's fingers moving around her own and realized that what she thought was her friend’s comforting grip was in fact a way to pawn the rings from her hands. Midas’ sneeze had turned them into valuable baubles, and Fortuna’s smile was not because she had found her friend, but because she had discovered the pocketable gold. As soon as the trinkets had been palmed Fortuna stood and backed away from the woeful woman.
You bitch! Diana screamed, You selfish bitch!
"Yes, she tried to use one of her scarves to protect herself, but as you see the king's sneeze still reached her," Diana heard Phiteus somewhere in the background, his voice filled with exhausted frustration. It suddenly became clear that Fortuna’s presence was simply as the next whore in line for Midas, and Phiteus was giving her the same prep talk Diana had received.
He promised you my gold! Diana fumed as she watched the two of them walk away from her. Mighty Aphrodite, may Fortuna receive her gold as I have!
Only a few hours later Diana watched as Fortuna’s frozen golden nude form was placed in the hallway with her, crouched similarly to how Diana was.
Diana didn’t know what to think. She could see that Fortuna had been successful; Midas’ seed was still dripping from her chin down to her pert and perfect breasts. Her face also had a smug grin, clearly anticipating her achievement and imagining her wealth without thinking about what would happen when Midas came. Diana was thrilled that this was the expression Fortuna would wear for all eternity. This stupid look of victory plastered across her face as Fortuna’s mind continued to real at what her success had brought her. Diana reveled at the idea of this woman staring back at her, knowing the pilfered golden rings were hidden somewhere in her now useless discarded clothes, understanding that Diana’s mind must be trapped in her golden form as her own was. Diana wondered what was running through the newly minted statue’s mind right now.
While she could only ponder Fortuna’s thoughts, Diana knew what was on her own mind. She had specifically asked Aphrodite to grant her fellow whore such a fate, and it had befallen her.
But Diana did not feel any guilt for the backstabbing friend’s frozen form.
Instead, she wondered if she had wasted her one opportunity to request a favor from her patron goddess by damning someone else to a golden prison, instead of freeing her from her own.
The thought was soon lost amongst Diana's insatiable sexual stress as the workers found a pair of metal beauties with which to pleasure themselves.
Diana continued to find it impossible to count the days since she had been turned to gold. The workmen kept torches lit at all times as they reinforced the interior of the palace. But she was able to count the prostitutes who had failed – or succeeded – in pleasing Midas. Four more had been added to the hallway, all kneeling in similar fashion, some grinning as they awaited golden rewards and the others clearly aware of what was about to befall them. Diana recognized many of them from her worship at Aphrodite’s temple.
Diana knew that these trapped women were craving the touch of warm flesh as much as she was, and she wondered if any of them were able to reach climax. Diana found her mind doing two things; futilely begging for anyone to touch her long enough to bring her to orgasm, and praying to Aphrodite for help.
Then it happened. Diana didn’t notice it at first, as her mind was clouded with sexual desperation. But she soon realized that people in the hallway around her were beginning to slow down. The walking strides of the palace goers were grinding to the speed of molasses, and soon they were going so slowly that it almost seemed as if they weren’t moving. Only someone who truly could not move would have been aware that the nearly frozen people were moving even the smallest bit.
As Diana began to wonder what was going on, she realized she was in the presence of Aphrodite. The goddess herself was suddenly in front of Diana, crouching down and staring into the golden orbs that were her eyes.
Oh, Great Goddess Aphrodite! Diana’s mind exclaimed, I would bow were it not for my affliction!
“Then who am I to deny you the honor of honoring me?” Aphrodite replied to Diana’s thoughts, and suddenly the golden statue found she could move again. Not even pausing to explore her returned ability, Diana threw herself down prostrate at Aphrodite’s bare feet, the sound of gold striking gold echoed through the palace.
“Oh, great goddess, thank you, thank you for hearing my prayers and lifting my curse!” Diana exclaimed. Had her gold form been capable of crying she would have.
“While I appreciate your affection, loyal follower,” the goddess smiled, “I am not here because of your prayers, nor to lift the fate you have brought upon yourself.”
All of the hope and excitement Diana had felt up to this point suddenly turned, becoming fear and disbelief.
“Then, oh goddess of unmatched beauty, why are you here?”
“Well, at some point Midas’ gift will bring about his end by starvation,” Aphrodite broke right into an explanation, as she enjoyed the sound of her own voice, “But Bacchus has also blessed Midas with a long life, and his death will not be any time soon. While we gods and goddesses with followers who have been affected by this golden touch continue to charge Bacchus to reverse his gift, it is likely Midas will continue to have women brought to him to relieve his base urges. The priestesses of my nearest temple have prayed, asking that I provide a solution to Midas’ predicament so that no more of my followers will be lost to his golden grip.”
Aphrodite looked upon Diana as if she was supposed to speak up at this point, but the moving statue was uncertain what to say.
“So, am I to…help?” Diana finally asked.
“Yes, if you agree,” Aphrodite continued, “I sensed that you were the only woman afflicted by the transformation who continued to revere me, so you will have first chance at my offer. Many of the unfortunate women here have cursed me or the other gods. Such as this one…” Aphrodite turned to the statue placed immediately after Fortuna’s addition, “Even now she calls the powers of Olympus reckless and boorish. Well…” Diana watched as Aphrodite waived her hand at the woman. Quite quickly the gold started to shift, changing form. The woman fell to all fours, fingers and toes merging together. Diana saw her nose turn up into a snout, her breasts shrink down to six teats, and a small tail form. After only a few moments a golden statue of a sow stood where a woman once kneeled, “…let’s see how she likes knowing that is the 'boarish' form she will spend eternity petrified as. Now she even lacks her beauty.”
Diana was a little scared by such a flippant – and permanent – punishment.
“My goddess, may I ask what the solution is that you bring for Midas, and offer as my choice?”
“Indeed, yes!” Aphrodite smiled, her demeanor immediately perking up as she turned back to Diana. “As a reward for your faith I offer to turn you into the plaything Midas needs to satisfy himself.”
“Turn me into…plaything?” Diana’s golden lips barely repeated the words, “Would it not be possible to return me to flesh and blood and simply make me immune to the king’s gift?”
“Unfortunately the mobility you have now is only capable in my direct presence,” Aphrodite explained, “The moment I leave you would once again become still. What I intend to do is make you more accessible to the king, so that one who has already fallen to his gift may continue to satisfy him.”
Diana wasn’t certain what to think. Not only had her hopes of being returned to the world of the living been dashed, but now her only other option was to spend her existence as a literal object for sex. Although she had always enjoyed sex – probably more so than many of the other prostitutes – the idea of continual coitus without relief would be an eternity of torture.
“My Goddess, I am honored you have asked me, and I would accept, but I have one request of my pending fate.” Diana knew better than to argue Aphrodite’s will, but hoped she could help herself.
“If you mean to ask about your inability to achieve your own climax, do not fear. I have heard those prayers. Bacchus’ gift to Midas was based entirely on desire. Therefore a side effect placed upon those women who have been turned to gold is that they will only ever feel desire, and nothing else. However, that portion of the golden curse I am able to change. Therefore, Diana, should you accept my offer your golden body will be made especially sensitive, and you will have no trouble finding great pleasure from your use.”
Relief washed over Diana as she heard that. Eternal stillness wouldn’t be so bad if she could find sexual release. For a moment she glanced at Fortuna’s golden body, and gave a small smile. Some pleasure came to Diana knowing what the eternally frustrating fate of her former friend would be.
“I accept,” Diana replied.
“Why did you look upon her?” Aphrodite asked, motioning to Fortuna. Diana’s eyes immediately went back to the goddess, whose face was more inquisitive than angry.
“My apologies, Great Aphrodite,” Diana exclaimed, bowing, “Fortuna knew me before Midas changed us. She saw my golden form, and I thought she had come to comfort and support me, instead she stole my rings and was unable to see what was coming to her.”
“Well,” Aphrodite mused, walking over to Fortuna and patting the statue’s head, “I assure you that after tonight she will forever support you, and she will certainly see what is coming. Now let us begin.”
With a wave of Aphrodite’s hand Diana suddenly found her body no longer under her control. Her ability to speak was also gone. As Diana felt herself rise and stand before the goddess, her entire golden body on display, she realized the last sentence she may ever speak had been about Fortuna.
“First, a few alterations to make. Midas has a particular type of woman he prefers. I don’t want him seeking out any more women because you do not match his preference.”
Aphrodite waved her hand again, and Diana felt her golden flesh shift. While her body was fairly devoid of curves, she could now feel her waist contracting. Her belly was shrinking, and her arms and legs become leaner. Then a painless crack marked the beginning of her widening hips. While all of this was going on, Diana felt the gold that had melted from the other areas of her body flowing into her chest. Her breasts, which would have been impressive on a more petite woman, were swiftly growing as the additional mass flowed to them.
When Aphrodite’s adjustments were done, Diana knew she had changed drastically. Her legs and arms were leaner, and even her face had sharpened its features slightly. She had womanly hips that tapered to a waspish waist. Hanging over all of this was a pair of golden breasts that must have been larger than the melons Diana saw in the marketplace. The golden whore wasn’t sure what real woman could actually possess such a figure, but she was saddened that it was only now, as a metal statue, that she would possess it.
“Now to pose you,” Aphrodite spoke up, waiving her hand again. Still not in control of her body, Diana bent and laid out on the floor. Rolling to her back Diana’s legs bent up into the air, giving a clear view and access of her pussy. It was a position the prostitute was very familiar with.
Diana felt one of her own hands slide down her torso, the tip of one finger pointing forward and just brushing the very top of her feminine clef. Diana’s other hand slid up one breast and circled a nipple, as if she was offering it to someone.
It was in this position that Diana felt herself stiffen. Legs in the air, hands beckoning and indicating her anatomy, Diana somehow knew this would be the pose she’d hold for all eternity. She was unaware that Aphrodite had also spread a come-hither look across her face.
“Now, to get you to the proper height…” Diana could hear Aphrodite, but could only stare up and was unable to see what the goddess was doing. Suddenly the posed woman felt four cold hands upon her. From her fixed gave Diana saw one of the golden statues move around her. This was the most recent of Midas’ statues, and she was adjusting herself to lift from under Diana’s shoulders. Diana could feel another golden whore gripping under her perfectly reshaped ass. It was clear this was also Aphrodite's will acting on them, and not actions of their own choice.
In one swift motion Diana was lifted, and the two golden women positioned themselves under her body. After a few moments of getting into place the two whores also stopped moving, frozen into their new arrangement. Diana could feel that the woman under her upper body was bent forward; Diana’s back resting on hers. Indeed, the woman’s head was just under Diana’s, and a pair of golden orbs with thick hard nipples hung from the woman’s chest.
While Diana didn’t know what doomed whore held her upper half, she was certain of who held up her ass. Two hands held each curve of Diana’s rear, and a head of stiff hair was pushed up between them. Diana knew this was Fortuna, doomed to face outward and stare at the men who were coming to use Diana. She was literally supporting Diana now, and Diana was indeed comforted by the idea of her lovers’ scrotums hitting Fortuna in the face every time she was sexed.
“Now, for access…” Again Diana could not see Aphrodite, but this time she could feel her. The moment Aphrodite’s hand touched her hip Diana’s mind exploded in ecstasy. Diana didn’t know if it was Aphrodite’s holy skin or if that would be the reaction from the touch of any warm flesh ever more, but Diana could happily spend eternity experiencing that.
Aphrodite ran her hand down Diana’s hips and between her thighs. Gentling brushing the mons and lips of Diana’s closed pussy, Aphrodite took one finger and pushed against the gold.
Diana gasped as her vaginal lips opened for the goddess’ digit. With a few swirls of her finger Aphrodite made enough room for a man’s dick to slide in and out with ease and proper pressure. Diana was taken aback by the feeling of her pleasure canal permanently opened, and she was struck by another sensation.
Aphrodite now made sure she would always be slick and ready. An unceasing ache of need now settled in Diana’s pussy as thick oil appeared and magically flowed from Diana’s golden snatch. She could feel it drip out of her opening, which also meant that it was dripping down Fortuna’s ill-positioned face. Diana momentarily bemoaned this constant reminder that her snatch was empty, but knowing that the dripping oil would keep Fortuna constantly, and hopelessly, stimulated was a nice trade-off.
“There now,” Aphrodite said, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. Diana knew what the goddess was seeing; a beautiful golden woman of impossible sexiness, legs open and dripping with the desire to be filled, supported by two other helpless golden statues whose purpose was only to make sure the top woman was off the ground high enough to be properly and comfortably used. Aphrodite smiled.
“Enjoy eternity, dear Diana.”
And with that Diana could feel the goddess’ presence vanish, and momentarily wondered what would come next. But quite suddenly she felt many warm and invading hands on her body. Although Diana’s vision was mostly locked looking upwards, she had a little peripheral vision, and realized that all of the palace residents who had seemed frozen earlier were now moving up to speed and appreciating Aphrodite’s handiwork.
Diana was appreciating the crowd’s handiwork. Although not as awesome a sensation as when Aphrodite had touched her, Diana immediately knew she would no longer experience only desire. All of the hands exploring her enormous breasts and spread legs quickly pushed her to orgasm.
Oh thank you, thank you Aphrodite! Diana giggled in her head, the mental climax incredibly satisfying. She missed feeling her body tremble and react to the pleasure, but this was far better than what her fate had been previously.
It wasn’t long before Diana could hear the voice of Phiteus pushing through the crowd,
“Out of the way, out of the way!” the chief adviser shouted, and Diana spotted him break through the crowd with a group of guards. Phiteus was stopped for a moment, clearly awed by the statues before him, but quickly collected himself. “Guards, clear this crowd! You, workmen, move them into the king’s chambers and then return to your posts!”
It took great effort and many more men to move Diana, Fortuna, and the third woman into Midas’ bedchamber. But to Diana it sped by; there was barely a minute when she didn’t have at least three or four rough hands gripping some part of her sensitive body. Diana was coming up a storm, and mentally laughed at the frustration Fortuna must have been feeling.
In that short time Diana had become so accustomed to the feeling of so much constant attention that she was shocked when it stopped. She quickly realized that the move had been completed, and the three women were alone with Midas. Diana could not see the king, but in her peripheral vision she was able to see his empty bed. She guessed that he had been seated in his throne, and was quickly proven right as she felt a pair of bony hand grasp her legs.
There was no pause or moment of preparation after that. Diana’s mind exploded as she suddenly felt her hard and slick cavity filled by the king’s aching member. Diana was tightly filled, and with each of Midas’ pumps a fresh orgasm washed through her golden body. As good as the many roving hands had felt, feeling an actual dick inside her came closest to the sensation Diana had felt from Aphrodite’s touch.
Then Midas came.
It was like a flood of ecstasy in Diana’s mind. She was almost driven mad by the pleasure she now felt when a man exploded inside her. It was just as amazing as Aphrodite’s touch, and Diana almost felt like she had shaken her immobile body from the experience. As Midas pulled his weak and spent body from Diana’s form, she prayed to her patron goddess.
Oh, thank you Aphrodite! Diana cried. No living sensation had ever neared the experiences she was now capable of having. As Diana felt her freely flowing oil flush Midas’ seed out of her golden cavity and down across Fortuna’s face, Diana silently begged for Midas’ swift return.
And Midas would return, eventually. His starving and weak body would only allow him one such pleasure a day, at best, but every time Diana thanked the gods for her new purpose.
A month later Diana noticed a change in the usually solemn chamber. That morning Diana’s peripheral vision had caught Phiteus and a group of guards swiftly entering the room, and then lead Midas outside. Diana thought she even caught a smile on Phiteus’ face.
Many hours later Midas and his men had returned. But Diana almost didn’t recognize the king. While he was still thin and frail, he was clothed – in actual soft linen. Phiteus was with him, freely allowing the king to touch him as the adviser helped Midas walk through the bedchamber. Half a dozen guards followed them, each carrying a large clay pot.
“Wash everything down with the river water,” Phiteus exclaimed, and Diana watched as one of the guards poured some of the water in his pot onto Midas’ bed. The gold sheen quickly disappeared, soon replaced by the wet glow of a soggy fabric mattress.
Diana could guess what had happened; Bacchus had granted the request to reverse Midas’ gift. The water – wherever it had come from – would return any golden objects to normal. The guards poured the water over the walls, floors, tables, and suddenly Diana saw one of them approaching her and the other two women.
“Wait!” Midas cried out, but it was too late. Water from the pot had already cascaded onto Diana’s body, running down her sides and dripping onto the women below. For a moment the frozen whore felt as if she was changing back, but just as quickly as the sensation had started Diana found herself returned to solid gold. The two women beneath her also remained immobile.
“Amazing,” Phiteus’ voiced echoed through the room, “It does not appear to work on the women you have touched.”
“A pity, and a blessing,” Midas said, walking over and placing his hand on Diana’s breast, “Would that I could have felt her supple flesh. No matter. This is by far the greatest piece in my chamber and I am pleased to retain it. Phiteus, have you begun to revert the gold in the hallway or treasury?”
“Not as yet,” Phiteus replied, “We wanted to have your chambers completed first. We’re bringing in more of the river water tomorrow to begin on the rest of the palace. We should have plenty of time before the effects of the water are lost.”
“Excellent. While we wait have the statues in the hallway and treasury placed upon the finest marble displays throughout the palace and gardens. They will be beautiful reminders of my greed and foolishness.”
“Very good, my liege,” Phiteus replied, and the chief adviser left the room. Midas patted Diana a few times.
“You are my gift from the gods,” Midas muttered before turning and directing the continued restoration.
While the reason Diana, Fortuna, and the other girl remained gold was a mystery to Midas and Phiteus, Diana knew exactly what had happened. Bacchus’ gift had turned the women to gold. But it was Aphrodite who had turned the three women into the golden furniture that they were now. The water had washed away the initial curse, but Aphrodite’s will was still acting on them, keeping them in their golden form. Indeed, they were as much a fixture in the room as any of Midas’ other possessions. Chairs were for sitting. Beds were for sleeping. They were for fucking. That was what Diana had agreed to be for all of time; Midas’ sexual toy. Fortuna and the other girl were simply unfortunate to be trapped as part of her agreement with Aphrodite.
Diana was certain that the water would revert the other lovely statues – save for one golden sow. But if Midas believed they would all have the same ineffective reaction then Diana doubted he would try washing them. Her pact with the Goddess of Love had also doomed every other woman to remain in their golden, frustrated, state forever.
It was something Diana would learn to live with.
At first Diana had been upset for missing her opportunity to live again. Diana’s last dance had been many years before the prime of her life. But now, well beyond the years she would have been able to whore herself on the street, Diana found that she was still beautiful and climaxing far more passionately than she ever would have alive.
She had come to love being polished.
Decades of attentive lovemaking from Midas had made Diana feel more like a helpless lover than a fornication tool; the lifting of his curse had not lessened Midas’ passion. While Midas’ dedication to his golden lover had waned for a short time, the addition of a new curse – a giant pair of donkey ears he received for upsetting another god – had only inspired Midas to use Diana even more. It was a far more sensual and loving experience now than that first week’s groping.
Strong and vigorous, Midas had taken to caressing Diana’s breasts and legs before, during, and even after his sessions with her. Following each passionate moment Diana would wonder what Fortuna was experiencing, if the break of Bacchus’ curse had provided her any sexual release. Either way, Diana would internally smile as she felt herself drip onto the backstabbing whore.
At times, when Midas was tired and alone in his chambers, he would even talk to his golden beauties. The king would not live forever, and he assured Diana that upon his death they would be installed in Aphrodite’s temple, to be made available to any man in need of release.
Diana was pleased to know this. But for now, she was happy to be surrounded by beauty and grandeur beyond what she would have ever known in the marketplace hovel.
But it was nice to know an eternity of sex awaited her.
And to think, all of it thanks to a sneeze.
