3 comments/ 74262 views/ 20 favorites Crime: Night at the Museum Ch. 01 By: ChrystalWynd Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. I had never seen a carving quite like it before. A good foot-and-a-half tall, the carving was that of a naked woman on her knees, but in pleasure rather than in supplication. Her knees were spread wide and both hands were laying on her sex. Her head was back, eyes closed, her mouth open in an apparent moan. You see the strangest things when you pull a museum job. The carving wasn't the target of this job, however. That honor belonged to a musty-smelling journal that had arrived so recently it still had cave-dust on it. I didn't know what was in the journal and I didn't want to know. My job was to get the journal, and that's why I was now sneaking around the Chrystal Heights Museum of History after midnight. Tonya was my help for this part of the job, but her only assignment was to watch the hall while I did the dirty work. That was fine with me, however. In fact, it was perfect for what I had in mind. Getting the journal was actually only half the job. The other half of the job was getting some crystal that apparently had something to do with the journal. Chrissie and the others were handling that job at the Chrystal Heights Natural Museum, which was on the other side of the building. I had completed my part of the job, so there was nothing to do now but wait for Chrissie and the others. I glanced once more at the statue. I realized there were three glass paperweights arranged around the base of the statue. At least, that's what I assumed they were. They were different shapes and sizes. One was a rounded half-moon, with a four-inch base and a one-inch projection on top. The second glass paperweight appeared to be an eight-inch rod with two round balls on the end. The last one appeared to be a glass "V", with eight-inch rods projecting from either side. All three paperweights or whatever the hell they were made of what appeared to be smooth colored glass. They were actually quite nice. The lights were dim in this area, but the glass pieces seem to catch each ray and glow with a life of their own. The damn things were nearly sexual. After waiting for what seemed to be ages, I finally heard a soft, "Erica? Where are you?" I looked over my shoulder. In the dim light I could barely discern Chrissie's outline. She was nearly invisible in her black catsuit and even blacker hair. She obviously was having trouble spotting me in the deep shadow. I stepped forward. "I'm here," I said. I could see the outlines of Laura and Tonya behind Chrissie. Chrissie walked over and patted her bag. "I got mine," she said. "You?" I nodded. "Yeah, I got mine." "And you didn't mess it up? Amazing," she said. "I'd already be out of here if I didn't have to stand around waiting for you," I said. Laura and Tonya rolled their eyes. They were used to Chrissie and me bickering. Chrissie was the nominal leader of our group- she had been the leader when I first joined- but I didn't agree with a lot of her decisions, and it was creating a serious rift between us. Unless something changed, this was likely our last job together. Chrissie and I simply didn't trust each other, and in this business that didn't make for a comfortable working environment. Chrissie's eyes moved to the statue and the paperweights. "Hey, now, what's this?" I shrugged. "I don't know. They must be new. They're not out for display yet." She ran a finger along the smooth paperweights. "They're nice. They'd probably fetch a decent price from our patron. He seems to be an art lover." I shook my head. "Chrissie, don't get side-tracked. The job is the crystal and the journal. Anything else is asking for trouble." "The trouble with you, Erica," said Chrissie, "is that your thinking is too limited. The statue is too big, yeah. But the little glass figures are small, light, easy to carry and will likely get a nice price. Why the hell should we leave money on the table?" I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you want, Chrissie." "Damn straight," she said. "In fact, nevermind about the money. They'll be little souvenirs from the job tonight." I shrugged. "Whatever." Chrissie picked up the rounded half-moon figure and turned to the redheaded Laura. "Here. For your fine work tonight you get a, um, glass boob! Yeah." Laura laughed. "Why, thank you, Chrissie. Aren't you thoughtful." Chrissie flashed a smile, then grabbed another glass figure. "Here you go, Tonya. You get the glass...ahhh..." "...the glass cock and balls, Chrissie. I get it. Thanks." said the blonde Tonya. Chrissie nodded. "Exactly. Well done, ladies. That just leaves the glass double-ended dildo." Chrissie picked up the remaining glass statue. It really did look like a V-shaped double-ended dildo. Chrissie sneered at me. "It's the only one left. I guess you're left out, Erica. Unless you want to share it with me." Chrissie held out the glass statue and I instinctively took the other side without thinking. A current of heat flowed through my hand, down my arm, through my belly and straight to my pussy. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. Judging from the way Chrissie snatched the end of the glass rod out of my hand, I had a feeling she had experienced the same thing. Chrissie stuffed the souvenir into her leather bag. Then she gave me a sullen look. "Alright, give me the journal so we can get out of here." I said, "It's safe, don't worry. Let's split." "Erica, quit arguing. Put the damn journal in the damn bag." "I said, Chrissie, that it's safe." Chrissie glared at me, and I stared back at her. Then there was a flutter of movement and suddenly Chrissie was pointing a small black object at me. "Put the journal in the bag or we'll see what a hundred thousand volts does to your frizzy brown hair." I looked at the little black object in Chrissie's hand, then glared at her. "A stun gun. You back-biting little bitch. You were going to double-cross me." "Oh, don't be so dramatic. Just put the journal in the bag and we'll be on our way." "I don't have it," I said. "Don't be cute." "I don't. I had a feeling you might be feeling a little greedy, so I took some precautions. It's where you'll never find it." Chrissie looked furious. She took a step forward and brandished the stun gun like she meant to use it. "Don't screw with me! What the hell did you do with it?" I gave her my best mysterious smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Chrissie was furious. I thought I might have pushed it a little too far, because I could tell she was considering lighting me up with the stun gun, despite the potential idiocy of such a move. Finally, she turned to Laura and Tonya. "It's around here somewhere. Find it." Laura shook her head. "We don't have that kind of time, Chrissie. It could be anywhere. The client isn't going to be back in town for several weeks. We have time. Just chill." Chrissie gave me a murderous glare, then finally put the stun gun away. "Fine. Whatever," she said. "You better have the journal, though, or you're going to be sorry. Let's go." We got back to the apartment without further incident. Everyone was feeling edgy. Laura tried to lighten the mood by sucking on her "boob" paperweight but the strained feeling persevered. With the tension so high, everyone was feeling sullen and not speaking much. Tonya was sprawled across the lazyboy recliner and running her fingers over her glass "cock-and-balls" souvenir. The blonde girl seemed to be breathing heavier than usual and she was so squirmy that the rest of us began to stare. Suddenly she noticed the stares and blushed. She stood up. "I'm beat," she said. "I'm going to bed." "Uh huh," said Chrissie. "I'm sure you are. Take your new friend with you." Tonya stuck her tongue out at Chrissie and walked to her bedroom. She did take her "new friend" with her, however. Laura watched Tonya walk away. Laura was idly sucking on her glass "boob" souvenir. Chrissie finally noticed Laura's lips wrapped around the "nipple" of the glass boob and shook her head. "You're doing it, too? What the hell is it about these souvenirs?" said Chrissie. "Mmmpphhnnnpphhmmppph!" said Laura. "What?" said Chrissie. "I think she said, 'It's relaxing and tastes good,'" I supplied, although I actually had no real idea what Laura had said. I was just getting irritated with Chrissie's bossy attitude. "Pfffft. Whatever," said Chrissie. Laura colored at Chrissie's nasty retort. The redhead turned and made her way towards her own room, her lips still pressed firmly against the glass boob. That left Chrissie and me, and you could feel the tension escalating at the sound of Laura's door closing. Chrissie was sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and panties, trying to appear casual. Her "souvenir", the V-shaped double-sided glass dildo, was sitting on the coffee table in front of her. Next to the glass souvenir was the stun gun. Chrissie looked at me through narrowed eyes. "So," she said, "What shall we talk about?" I tried to appear casual as I moved closer to the coffee table. I didn't want Chrissie grabbing that stun gun. "Oh, I don't know. How about the way you tried to double-cross me?" Chrissie's mouth tightened. She moved a little closer to the coffee table. "Double-cross you? You double-crossed us! You took the journal and won't tell us what you did with it!" I got a step closer. I was almost in grabbing distance of the stun gun now. "Damn right I did. And it's a good thing I did, too. You were going to leave me there to take the fall." Chrissie slid a little closer as well. It was a toss-up as to who would get it if we both jumped for it. "Oh, bullshit, Erica. Your deranged mind is coming up with bizarre conspiracy theories. You're getting paranoid." "No, Chrissie, the only fact I know is-" And then my hand shot out to snatch the stun gun. Chrissie's hand shot out at the same time. What we came up with, however, was opposite sides of the glass double-sided dildo. Strangely enough, neither of us made any effort to release the glass dildo, nor any renewed efforts to grab the stun gun. "Let go of the dildo, bitch. It's mine," snarled Chrissie, trying to pull the dildo out of my hands. "No chance, slut. I saw it first," I said, trying to pull it back towards me. Chrissie was taller than me, however, and had better leverage. She pulled the dildo sharply and it popped out of my hands. The sudden lack of resistance made Chrissie fall backwards onto the couch, her bare feet flying up and the bottom of her t-shirt riding up her belly. Her momentum nearly caused her to impale her pussy with one of the sides of the double dildo. "Fine! Take it!" I said. "Hmmphh!" Chrissie had a strange look on her face, however. She slid the dildo inside her panties and then, incredibly, began sliding one side inside her pussy. I laughed. "Chrissie, what the hell are you doing? My gawd, what a slut you are!" She snarled at me, "Shut the hell up, whore!" But she continued to slide the dildo inside her pussy until the disc halfway down the glass V prevented her from sliding any more inside herself. She looked almost ludicrous sitting there, the other side of the dildo jutting from her pussy like a glass cock. "So what are you going to do? Jill yourself at me?" I asked. Chrissie bit her lower lip. "I can't get it out," she said. "Tell me another one. Do you really think I'd fall for that?" I said. "Damn it, Erica! I'm serious! I can't get it out!" I rolled my eyes. "You stupid bimbo. It's really stuck in there?" Chrissie's eyes were actually wet. "Yes! Quit standing there and help me get it out!" I shook my head and dropped between her legs. "You better not be messing with me or you're going to be sorry." On my knees, I leaned forward and looked at the where the dildo had slid through her dark thatch. She was incredibly wet there, so the glass dildo should have slipped out easily. I wrapped my fingers around the rod projecting from her pussy. She gasped and got even more wet. My eyes narrowed in thought. A sudden inspiration made me slide my hand up and down the protruding dildo, and Chrissie shuddered, her hips wriggling in barely suppressed heat. Incredibly, it seemed that Chrissie could feel everything that happened to the dildo as if it were happening to her. Almost as if the dildo were acting as a cock for her. It was a fascinating discovery, and it made my belly muscles twitch and jump in heated response for some reason. I gave Chrissie a nasty smirk and suddenly ran my tongue along the length of the exposed dildo, and her reaction confirmed my theory. Chrissie gasped and wriggled like a slut in heat. "Yessss...yessss...suck it...please...!" she said. I laughed. I admit I was tempted, but I wasn't stupid. "Ohhhhh, does Chwissie need her wittle cock sucked?" I said in my most patronizing voice. She flushed. "You bitch!" she said. I smirked and ran my tongue along her glass cock again. She squealed and wriggled. And that's when the blood-curling scream came from Tonya's room. We both jumped. It took us a moment to realize that it was a scream of pleasure, not terror. Whatever Tonya was doing with her cock-and-balls souvenir, it was apparently devastatingly pleasurable. Then, moments later, we could hear similar cries of pleasure coming from Laura's room. I felt Chrissie's fingers sliding into my hair and I turned back to her. Too late I realized what she was doing. Her fingers in my hair, she held my head and slid her glass cock between my lips and into my mouth. My eyes widened as my lips formed a perfect "O" around the glass cock. My tongue slid along the smooth underside of the dildo and I could taste Chrissie's arousal. I struggled for a moment, but the pure heat of being on my knees between Chrissie's legs, my lips wrapped around her perfect cock, got to me and suddenly my mouth was stroking up and down that smooth dildo. Chrissie moaned in pleasure while my hips wriggled in heated need. My head bobbed up and down on Chrissie's lap for several heartbeats. I could feel the glass dildo in my mouth getting warmer and warmer as Chrissie's- and mine- heat grew. I heard Chrissie moan again, and then her hips began wriggling helplessly as she began to orgasm. Again and again she cried out, unable to stop herself. I shuddered as my mouth slid up and down that glass shaft, unable to stop, my own orgasm starting almost simultaneously with Chrissie's. I wriggled and moaned around the glass cock like a slut in heat, shuddering between Chrissie's thighs. At last I stopped, heart pounding, and dropped back to sit on my heels. Chrissie lay back, hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath. The orgasm had been spectacular. I had never experienced anything like it. But something was wrong. And finally, I figured out what it was. The dildo was no longer in Chrissie's pussy. It was still in my mouth. And I couldn't get it out. NEXT: Part 2. Crime: Night at the Museum Ch. 02 Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life. * I was not in a good mood when I woke up the following morning. Trying to sleep with several inches of dildo stuck in my mouth- and another eight inches protruding from my mouth- made resting difficult. My breathing didn't seem to be affected, for which I was grateful, but laying around with the other half of the two-sided dildo sticking out of my mouth didn't do my dignity any good. I had no idea what was holding it in. It wasn't stuck in the sense of actually sticking to anything in my mouth. It was much more like a thick elastic band was attached from the tip of the dildo to the back of my throat...except that there was no elastic band. There was some play. I could slide the thickness back and forth inside my mouth. But if I tried to slide the dildo fully out, I could feel the resistance growing and growing until finally the dildo couldn't move anymore. The other problem with the dildo was the sensations. The protruding part of the dildo felt like an extension of myself. Running my hand up and down the exposed section felt like I was running my hand up and down any part of my body, except it had all the sensitivity of my clit. Fortunately, as intense as the sensations were, they weren't quite enough to drive me to climax, thankfully. That would have been too embarrassing for words. I showered and dressed, then went out to the kitchen and started coffee. It was nearly noon, but Chrissie, Laura and Tonya were still sleeping. We had pulled the late job last night, plus the hour we had spent trying to get this damn glass dildo out of my mouth. I was pouring my coffee- I was going to try drinking it through a straw- when I heard a door open, and then quick running steps. Moments later I heard the bathroom door slam, immediately followed by sounds of retching. Curious, I set my coffee down and walked over to the hallway. A couple minutes later, Tonya exited the bathroom. The blonde girl paused when she saw me, obviously trying not to smile at the dildo sticking out of my mouth. She appeared to be a bit pale, and her breath was minty fresh after an obvious session with some Scope. I raised my eyebrows. "Mmmppphhhh!" I said, glancing at the bathroom. Tonya placed a hand on her belly. "I woke up nauseous. Nerves, I guess. I'll be alright." I nodded. "Mmmppphhh!" I said, pointing to the kitchen. Tonya made a face. "Coffee doesn't sound so hot right now. I'll try some apple juice instead," she said. Tonya made her way towards the kitchen just as Laura's door burst open. I jumped, slightly startled at Laura's abrupt exit from her room. The sleek redhead was, by nature, fairly reserved and not given to banging and slamming things. More surprising was Laura's choice of clothing. The redhead, who was more given to fashion statements and coordinated attire than the rest of us, was wearing a concert t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and baggy pants that were halfway down her hips, exposing her thong. Wire from an MP3 player circled her head, and her lips moved silently to the words of a song. A baseball cap was jammed on her head. I blinked. "Mmmmpphhh??" I said. Laura finally noticed my presence and popped out one earpiece. "Oh, hey, dawg," she said. "Mmmmpphhh?" I said. Laura popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "Still got a dick in your mouth? Sucks for you, dudette. Anyway, gotta bolt, so I'm out. Peace." And then she headed for the door without another word. "Mmmmpphh!" I said. Laura had been so oblivious that, had I not known she was twenty-four years old, I would have sworn she was sixteen. I went back to the kitchen. Tonya seemed to have recovered from her bout of nausea. She was washing down two thick sandwiches with huge glasses of apple juice. "Mmmppphh," I said. Tonya nodded. "Yeah, I'm feeling better." "Mmmpphh," I said. A few minutes later, Chrissie walked into the kitchen. She had brushed her long black hair, but otherwise, she appeared as if she had just woke up. Which she had. As soon as she saw me, her eyes went straight to the dildo sticking out of my mouth. Her hips seemed to give a twitch. "Still sucking on that cock, I see," said Chrissie. I narrowed my eyes. "Mmmppphh!" I said. Chrissie shrugged. "Blame me all you want. It's bad karma for you trying to double-cross us." "Mmmppphh!" I said. Tonya had finished her sandwiches, so she grabbed a bag of potato chips and discreetly left the kitchen. Chrissie walked up to me, smirking. "It's a good look for you, actually. Very natural." I glared at the bitch. "Mmmppphh! Mmmppphh! Mmmppphh!" I said. I'd told her. Chrissie lifted her hand and slid her finger over my lips where they were wrapped around the dildo in a perfect "o". "Oh, very nice. At least we know what you're good for," she said. My belly muscles had twitched at her touch. My eyes widened slightly in surprise, but I covered it up cleverly by saying, "Mmmmppphh!" My fingers slipped under the hem of her short t-shirt and slid over her flat belly. Chrissie smirked. "You think I really believe that, slut?" she said. Then she wrapped her fingers around the dildo and began stroking it like a cock, from the very tip all the way down to my lips, then back. I shuddered, my hips wriggling in response, unable to stop myself from moaning around that dildo. My nipples had swelled into a ridiculously hardened state. Through my sexual haze, I realized that Chrissie was as hot as I was, and her breathing was becoming more labored with each stroke of her hand. Suddenly her panties had dropped to the floor and Chrissie was pushing me down onto my knees. My hands on Chrissie's hips, I lined up the exposed part of the dildo with her pussy and then pressed my head forward so that the dildo slid directly into Chrissie's wet sex. Chrissie let out a cry and put her hands on my shoulders. I pressed my head forward, burying the dildo in Chrissie's pussy until my lips and cheeks were pressed firmly in Chrissie's dark thatch. Then, still holding Chrissie's hips in my hands, I began to move my head back and forth, stroking that dildo into Chrissie without pause. Chrissie was wriggling and moaning and I could feel my belly muscles twitching and jumping in response. Finally, Chrissie put her head back and cried out, her fingers entwining in my hair, just as the sensations overwhelmed me. I moaned and squealed around the dildo, clutching Chrissie's hips, shuddering on my knees in front of her. Finally, my heart pounding, I sat back on my heels and experienced a sense of deja vu. And I knew why. Chrissie and I had done this last night, although the dildo had been stuck in her pussy at the time. Afterward, it had been stuck in my mouth. Now, however... I laughed and said, "Oh, Chrissie! Look at you. That's quite a package you have there, stud." Chrissie was furious as she pulled at the dildo, knowing too well it was stuck inside her pussy again. "You're not funny, Erica! Dammit! Get this thing out of me!" I laughed. "Oh, I don't know, Chrissie. This look suits you." Chrissie raged, "What the hell is up with this thing? Why does it keep getting stuck? Laura and Tonya got off with the fucking things and they didn't get stuck! Why is this one different?" I shrugged. "No idea. I told you it was a bad idea at the time, but did you want to listen to me? No. You were too busy getting wet at the thought of being boss." Chrissie pitched her voice in a high squeak. "I told you it was a bad idea. I'm Erica, and I know everything! Nobody listens to me!" Tonya re-entered the kitchen, a hand on her belly. "I don't feel so good. Do we have some Pepto or something?" she asked. Still fuming, Chrissie said, "Try the medicine cabinet." Tonya nodded, then turned to head for the bathroom. I smirked at Chrissie and followed Tonya. "Well, time for a nap, I think. I didn't sleep well last night," I said. "Erica!" said Chrissie, "Don't you dare leave this thing stuck inside me!" I left the kitchen with the sound of Chrissie's bitching still ringing in my ears. Although it felt good to give her a little jab, that wasn't the real reason I had left. I didn't want her to know how hot she looked with that damn glass cock. So I decided to take a nap. I paused by the bathroom and saw Tonya standing there with a bottle of pink stuff in her hand. She seemed to be otherwise okay, so I went to my room and lay down. I was awakened several hours later by the blast of music coming from one of the other bedrooms. I got out of bed and stomped down the hall, finally stopping in front of Laura's room. I banged on the door. I could feel the vibration of the music pulsing on the door. The door opened. Laura stared at me petulantly. "What?" she said. At least, I think that's what she said. With the door open, I couldn't actually hear anything. "Turn the damn music down!" I said. I had to shout. Laura stomped over to the stereo and turned it down. I shook my head. "Laura, what the hell is wrong with you? I was trying to sleep!" Laura put her hands on her hips, her shoulders thrust forward with attitude. "So? I didn't know you were trying to sleep! You didn't tell me! No matter what I do you're always complaining!" I looked at Laura. She was acting very strange. "Fine," I said. "Just keep the music down, alright? We don't want cops knocking on the door, remember?" Laura waved her hand. "Whatever. You're not the boss of me." I opened my mouth to make a retort, but right then Chrissie came walking down the hallway. The dildo stuck out from the bathrobe she had wrapped around herself, and I found my hips twitching at the sight. She gave me an icy glare, then turned to Laura. "Come on," she said. "We're having a meeting." Laura rolled her eyes. "Aw, man, meetings are boring!" Now even Chrissie looked at Laura. "It shouldn't take too long...Laura, what the hell is up with you?" Laura exhaled. "Nothin', alright! Just leave me alone!" Then she pushed her way past Chrissie and me, leaving the two of us looking at each other in bewilderment. Finally we shrugged and followed the stomping Laura into the living room. Tonya was already seated on the couch and was munching the first of two thick sandwiches. "You seem to be feeling better," I said. Tonya shrugged, biting into her sandwich. Chrissie said, "What the hell is in that sandwich, anyway?" Tonya said, "Pickles, cucumbers and cottage cheese." The three of us just stared at her. Tonya said, "What?" Chrissie rolled her eyes. "Nevermind. This meeting is now is session. First, old business. The job last night was a success...or will be, once Erica stops screwing around and gives us the journal." I sat back and crossed my arms. "It's safe," I said, "and I'll give it to you when the client comes to retrieve everything. I don't trust you. You tried to double-cross me, and I did too much work for you to try to cut me out." Well, that certainly set the battlelines. Tonya set her sandwich down, and even Laura suddenly seemed to be paying attention. Chrissie's jaw tightened and she spoke through clenched teeth. "We did not try to double-cross you! You double-crossed us! You hid the journal!" Laura's leg was bouncing in a nervous twitch, and Tonya looked uncomfortable. I guessed that the double-cross was Chrissie's idea, although Laura probably went along with it- she and Chrissie were pretty tight. Tonya may or may not have agreed, so she was my only potential ally, and even that wasn't a sure thing. I was going to have to be careful. I gave Chrissie a flat look. "So you brought the stun gun just in case we ran into some bad guys?" I said, my sarcasm obvious. "In case the guard found us, you moron!" said Chrissie. Unfortunately, that could have been true. Still, I didn't believe it. "Whatever, Chrissie. I'll get the journal when the client is coming to meet us. Not before." There was a tense moment then, and I thought there might be some real trouble. Finally, Chrissie huffed. "Fine. But you'll be the sorriest slut in the world if you try to screw us over." I shrugged. "Whatever." Chrissie continued then, as if we hadn't been at each other's throat a moment ago. "Alright, item two. What the hell is going on with the glass pieces we took? This one keeps getting stuck inside Erica or me and you two, Laura and Tonya, are acting weird as hell." Everyone looked at each other. Alright, Chrissie, Laura and Tonya looked at each other. I was busy staring at the glass rod sticking out of Chrissie's bathrobe like a smooth erection. Chrissie looked at me. "Yo, slut, what are you staring at?" "Your package, stud. Maybe you should get a job as a Chippendale's dancer," I said. "Real funny," said Chrissie, walking toward me. "If you like it so much, why don't you give it a kiss?" I wanted to give a smart-ass reply, but I suddenly felt breathless as that glass cock hovered a foot away from my face. I reached out and stroked the dildo with my fingers. Chrissie gasped, but didn't move away. Her nipples hardened against her top. Oblivious to my audience, I ran my tongue along that warm smoothness, then stroked it with my hand again. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" I said. My belly muscles twitched as my wrapped fingers slid up and down the dildo easily. Chrissie's hips were gyrating back and forth. "Yesssss...that's it...stand up, slut." I stood up, still stroking that glass shaft. "Bite me, whore." "Maybe later, slut. Bend over the table." I leaned forward over the coffee table, my hips raising, my ass up in the air. "You are such a fucking wench," I said. Chrissie drew the hem of my t-shirt over my hips, then slid my panties down my legs. "Me? You're the fucking bitch. Spread your legs," she said. I parted my legs, my ass still high in the air. "I'm not as big a bitch as you are. Hold my hips," I said. Chrissie lined the glass dildo against my wet pussy. Her hands gripped my hips as I felt the thick glass rod slide inside me. I gasped, my body shuddering from the intense sensations. I heard Laura say, "Yeah, that's off the chain!", sounding like she was far away. Chrissie then began to stroke her glass cock into me and I moaned and shuddered like a slut in heat. She pounded me relentlessly, that smooth thickness sliding back and forth inside me without pause. My heat was building rapidly, my belly muscles twitching and jumping in desperate need. I could hear Chrissie moaning as well, could feel her hips twitching as we neared a simultaneous orgasm. Then, a heartbeat away from blissful release, my pussy was suddenly dreadfully empty. Heart pounding, I desperately tried to organize my thoughts. Then I felt a sudden pressure against my tight rear opening. My eyes widened and I tried to squirm forward, but it was too late. The glass cock, generously lubricated by my own juices, slid easily into my tight ass. "Yesssss....!" cried Chrissie. I tried to wriggle away, but then the waves of intense sensations came and for the next half-minute, Chrissie and I were squealing in pleasurable release, her hips pressed against my bare ass, my body shuddering and twitching helplessly. The long orgasm finally ended, and Chrissie fell back onto the couch, still breathing heavily. I was still bent over the coffee table, and, after a moment, realized that my ass was indeed still full of the glass cock. I looked over my shoulder at Chrissie. She smirked, reached over and patted my bare bottom. I felt my cheeks quiver around the dildo that was now stuck inside my ass. "Now there's a look that suits you, Erica," said Chrissie. "You bitch!" I said, helplessly bent over the coffee table. NEXT: Part 3. Crime: Night at the Museum Ch. 03 Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life. Synopsis: A museum heist has unexpected results. * I was not happy about Chrissie getting the dildo stuck in my ass. Just standing around was an exercise in humility, and don't even get me started on how I walked. Sleeping on my belly didn't improve my disposition any, either. However, we soon discovered that it just didn't matter. Neither Chrissie nor I could resist doing each other with that damn glass dildo and leaving it stuck in the other person. Chrissie ended up straddling my ass the following morning and got the dildo stuck inside her pussy once more. I laughed my ass off, until I found myself grinding on her after lunch and ending up walking around with my own glass cock. By dinnertime, Chrissie had given me a blowjob and was walking around with the dildo sticking out of her mouth, but shortly after ice cream I had found myself straddling her mouth, screaming like a slut as I came on her face, then screaming like a banshee when I realized I had the dildo stuck inside my pussy again. We bickered, sniped and snarled at each other the entire time, but we continued to helplessly fuck each other the next two days. It was the behavior of Laura and Tonya that finally distracted Chrissie and I from our dilemma. We had been so busy doing each other that we hadn't realized just how much the other two had been affected by their glass pieces. However, by the next morning- four days after our museum job- it finally became apparent that they were having issues as well. Laura had been sullen and angrily resentful the entire previous day. Today, however, she seemed to be in a much better mood. The mood change was odd, particularly as Laura seemed to be perky, even downright giggly, which was as out-of-character for Laura as the sullen anger had been. Tonya had been nauseous on-and-off for most of yesterday, but when she wasn't feeling sick, her appetite was huge, and she was eating the weirdest things. The cucumber and pickle sandwiches were odd, as were the bowls of tuna in barbeque sauce. When Tonya started snacking on wine and cocoa puffs cereal, however, we started giving her significant looks. Tonya just shrugged and pointed out that she hadn't been on a date with a man in over six months, so that theory was shot down. ***** "Where do you think you're going?" I asked, my belly muscles twitching. Chrissie glanced at me, keeping her distance. "I'm going to bed. It's been a long day. Is that all right with you?" I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not going to sleep with this thing stuck in me again. I've had to sleep with it every night so far." Chrissie shrugged. "That's your tough luck. I'm not helping you." I walked forward, the dildo bobbing underneath my robe. "Oh, I think I can convince you otherwise, sweetie." Chrissie ran behind the couch. "Stay away from me, you bitch!" I walked around the couch after her. "Oh, come on, you want it, slut!" Chrissie circled around the couch, keeping it between us. "I'm warning you, stay away from me!" I ran around the couch after her. "I can see this relationship is something we have to work on!" And the chase was on. I pursued Chrissie around the couch several times, then tried to vault it. That resulted in the sofa being tumbled over backwards. Chrissie screeched and backed away from my grasping hands, then bolted again. I chased her around the living room and grabbed her t-shirt, but she spun and shoved me backwards onto the coffee table. The sound of the coffee table tumbling over created an even bigger racket, but I was back on my feet in a second and gamely chasing Chrissie again, catching her next to the sofa. We tumbled together onto the overturned sofa, Chrissie calling me some very unladylike names as we landed together. I was just getting Chrissie's ankles apart when we realized we had an audience. Laura and Tonya stared at us, open-mouthed. In unison, their gazes traveled around the trashed living room, taking in the broken and overturned furniture, then back to us. Still breathing heavy from our physical excursions, Chrissie and I looked at each other, our cheeks suddenly red, then back to Laura and Tonya. Laura rubbed her eyes sleepily. She was dressed in Hello Kitty pajamas, complete with covered feet. "Why are you guys making so much noise? I can't sleep, you know?" I bit my lower lip. "I can explain. Ummmm, Chrissie lost a charm from her bracelet and we were just-" Tonya was more to the point. "What the HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? Are...you...INSANE?!?" Chrissie and I looked down, embarrassed. My hips twitched and pressed toward Chrissie. Tonya remained in high dungeon. "Whatever issues you two have, you need to keep it CIVILIZED! Yes, Erica, we were trying to double-cross you at the museum! Yes, Chrissie, Erica was probably trying to double-cross us at the museum as well! There! It's all out! Now either work it out like adults or kill each other, for all I care! Either way, DO IT QUIETLY!" Chrissie and I glanced up and said in unison, "Weeeee're sorry." We both looked very contrite. And we both came to a realization at the same time. The front of Tonya's t-shirt was completely soaked around both her nipples. Tonya glared at us for several heartbeats, then finally turned and stomped back to her room. Laura looked at us with big eyes for a moment, then turned and made her way back to her room as well. Chrissie said in a very quiet voice, "She's lactating." I nodded. "Yeah. And she's moody as hell, too. When have you ever heard Tonya scream like that?" "Last week, when the pizza guy brought the anchovy pizza instead of the pepperoni. And two days before that, when the rain knocked out the cable. And the day before that, when the machine gave her Diet Pepsi instead of Diet Coke, and also..." "Alright! Alright! I get it!" I said. I wriggled my hips slightly so that my glass cock was in the vicinity of Chrissie's pussy. Chrissie's eyes widened, and her hips twitched in helpless response. She tried to adjust position to slide away, but that was a mistake, as it brought her mouth closer to the glass dildo than her pussy. Suddenly I felt her tongue sliding along my glass cock, and I was murmuring encouragement, my belly muscles jumping and twitching. Then her lips wrapped around the dildo and I could see her mouth in a perfect "O" as her head began to bob between my legs. Soon I was moaning in heated response and I knew I was seconds away from an explosive orgasm. I felt Chrissie shifting, probably thinking about trying to move up and straddle my hips, but I held her head in place and bucked my hips, fucking her mouth. Her eyes widened as she realized what I was doing, but it was too late. We peaked and began to wriggle helplessly as our simultaneous orgasms rocked our bodies. A few minutes later we were able to move again. Chrissie sat up and I felt the dildo sliding out of my pussy. Chrissie flushed as she realized she now had the dildo stuck in her mouth for the night. I reached up and patted her puffed out cheek. "We can talk about what a back-stabbing bitch you are tomorrow. Your mouth is too full to talk now. Sleep well, sweet cheeks," I said. I stood up with a flourish and made my way to my bedroom, falling into a deep and lovely sleep. ***** I woke to the sensation of something pushing incessantly at my lips. My eyes popped open. Chrissie was leaning over me, trying to slide the end of the dildo into my mouth. I instinctively kept my teeth together as I scrambled to get my thoughts together. Chrissie reached up and pinched both my nipples, then twisted. My mouth popped open as I gasped at the sudden intense sensations. Oops. I felt the dildo slide between my lips and into my mouth. Chrissie was apparently still a little pissed about the previous night, however, and she didn't stop there. She pressed her mouth forward and I could feel the dildo actually sliding into my throat. My chin lifted instinctively to allow the dildo room, and Chrissie didn't stop until her lips were pressed against mine. This started a horrible, heated, erotic kiss, with both our mouths and throats full of smooth glass cock. My nipples were hard and my thighs had parted without thought. I felt Chrissie sliding her hand down the front of my panties, and suddenly my wet pussy was full of her fingers. My heart was pounding from pure heat and lack of oxygen, and I was beginning to see dark spots. The combination of heat and panic gave me an almost instantaneous and embarrassingly explosive orgasm that was so intense, I slid back into unconsciousness. When I awoke a short time later, Chrissie was gone. So were my panties. My mouth was full of the glass cock as well. Then I realized my entire pubic area was covered with some kind of lotion. I sat up quickly, my heart pounding. What the hell was this? Then the smell registered. Hair-remover. I jumped up and grabbed a t-shirt, wiping the area desperately, but it was too late. My whole pussy tingled and burned slightly, and it was completely smooth and hairless. Chrissie had just effectively shaved me while I was out. That fucking bitch. I quickly showered. After pulling on a t-shirt and a new pair of panties, I stomped my way into the kitchen. Chrissie was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. She had an unbearable smirk on her face. I glared at her at pointed at my pussy. "Mmmppphhh!" I said. Chrissie nodded. "Yes, I did. A good slut should have a nice smooth va-jay-jay, wouldn't you say?" "Mmmppphhh!" I said. "Such language!" said Chrissie. "Really, Erica, you should be ashamed of yourself." I had plenty more to say, and I would have said it, too, but Tonya walked into the kitchen right then. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt over stretch jogging pants, and I had a feeling I knew why. Chrissie said, "Tonya...pull up your t-shirt." Tonya blushed and said, "No. I'm fat. It must be all those sandwiches I ate." "Don't argue with me, Tonya," said Chrissie. "Just pull up your shirt." Tonya waffled, but finally pulled up her t-shirt. Her breasts were obviously swollen and the normally thin blonde girl had a definitively swelled belly. "Mmmppphhh!" I said. Chrissie nodded her agreement. "Tonya...you're pregnant." Tonya stamped her bare foot. "No, I'm not! I had my period two weeks ago!" "I believe you," said Chrissie, "but that doesn't make you any less pregnant." "You can't get pregnant from a glass dildo," said Tonya. "If that were the case, you and Erica would be knocked up. Besides, it's not even been a week since the museum job!" "True," mused Chrissie, "and you look like you're six months along. Alright, take a home pregnancy test. That will answer the question." "I don't have one," said Tonya, obviously uncomfortable with the idea. Chrissie rolled her eyes. "Alright, maybe Laura has one. I hear her coming down the hall." On cue, Laura entered the kitchen, and we were all struck silent once again. Laura was wearing a pink little girl's dress that was cinched just below her breasts and barely covered her ass. Her red hair was drawn up in pigtails. She looked like a fetish stripper, except for the innocent look on her face. We looked at each other, then back at Laura. Then we looked at each other again, then back at Laura. No one knew what to say. Finally Chrissie said, "Umm...Laura...do you have a pregnancy test?" From the look on Chrissie's face, I could tell that she felt like she had just asked Barney the Dinosaur for a cigarette. I did my best not to snicker. Laura blinked adorably. "A pregnancy test? You have to take a test to be a mommy?" Chrissie rolled her eyes. "Nevermind. I'll go buy one." "Mmmppphhh!" I said. ***** An hour later, Tonya was peeing on a stick. Five minutes after that, to nobody's surprise, the blue stick was announcing that Tonya was officially knocked up. Ten minutes after that, Chrissie was walking around with the dildo stuck inside her pussy again. Two hours after that, Chrissie, Tonya and I were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who would be the first one to put a diaper on Laura. She had wet herself twice and seemed oblivious to the need to use the bathroom. Later that evening, I sat down and tried to think my way through things. Chrissie was giving Laura a shower and Tonya was resting, so I had the living room to myself. I tried to put the quiet time to good use. Our situation was getting bad. Chrissie and I were still fucking each other with abandon with the double-sided glass dildo. We bickered constantly even as we did it, but we couldn't seem to stop. Tonya was definitively pregnant and seemed to be moving through the stages rapidly. She looked to be around six months pregnant already. She'd have the baby by the end of the week if she stayed on the present pace. And Laura...Laura seemed to be mentally regressing to infancy. She couldn't really talk anymore and she required supervision. The problem was simple. It was obvious that the glass pieces we took were responsible for our various changes. But just taking them away didn't solve anything. We couldn't do anything about the double-sided glass dildo, since it was stuck inside Chrissie or I at all times, but Chrissie had taken Tonya's and Laura's pieces away. The changes continued unabated. We were out of ideas now. The telephone rang. I picked up the handset and answered, "Hello?" A deep baritone voice said, "You are having problems, aren't you?" I tensed. I didn't know this person. "What do you mean? Who is this?" The man on the other side growled impatiently. "Come, now, girl; this is no time to play games. Are you pregnant? Or perhaps you have a glass phallus stuck inside you somewhere. Obviously you are still adult in thought and action, but perhaps one of your companions isn't so lucky, girl." My heart was pounding. He knew something. "What do you know about...these things?" I asked. "I know plenty, girl. And I know how to fix your problems. My price is easy to meet. All you have to do is give me the crystal you stole." *Holy shit. He knew everything.* "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my heart racing. The deep baritone voice chuckled. "Of course you don't, girl. I will call back tomorrow, then, in case your memory improves." And then there was a thunderous click in my ear. "WAIT! WAIT!" I screamed. Too late; I was holding a dead line. NEXT: The final chapter. Crime: Night at the Museum Ch. 04 Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town. The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life. Synopsis: A museum heist has unexpected results. Part 4- The Conclusion We were sitting around the living room, waiting for the phone to ring. Alright, Chrissie, Tonya and Laura were sitting. I was standing, leaning on the back of the sofa. That bitch Chrissie had been so mad at me for screwing up the phone call from the mysterious stranger that when she did me with the glass cock earlier today, she slipped it in my ass just as we came. So the glass dildo was stuck in my ass for now. Tonya sat on the couch, her hands on her swelled belly. She was so visibly pregnant now that she couldn't deny it any longer. Her breasts were swollen and obviously milk-laden. This was obvious for two reasons. One, she was topless. Two, Laura's lips were wrapped around Tonya's engorged right nipple in the obvious act of nursing. We had realized that Laura had regressed mentally to infancy, but we hadn't considered the significance of that until she happened to lean against Tonya in the shower. Once Laura had realized that Tonya's boobs were full of milk, it was impossible to keep her away. Tonya had finally given in and let Laura drink her fill, just to keep her quiet. Laura had proved to have quite a capacity for milk, however. Chrissie and I looked at everything in the living room except for Tonya and Laura. Seeing the cool and sophisticated Laura reduced to this was a disconcerting reminder of the trouble we were in. Hopefully the mysterious stranger would call back soon. When the phone suddenly rang, we all jumped about a foot in the air. Well, Chrissie, Tonya and I did, anyway. Tonya's boob slipped out of Laura's mouth with an audible *pop* followed by a curse from Tonya. Apparently Tonya's nipples were quite sensitive. I landed and tried to grab the handset, but Chrissie was closer. She snatched the phone and gave me a glare, then put the handset to her ear and said, "Hello?" The phone rang again. I smirked and said, "It works better if you push the 'on' button." Chrissie gave me a dirty look, but pushed the button this time. Chrissie was listening intently and not paying any attention to me, so I casually waddled around the sofa and stood in front of her. All I was wearing was a t-shirt, so I was bare from the waist down. With the glass dildo stuck in my ass, I didn't really have a choice. Chrissie said, "Yes...we have the crystal. Now, what do we do about these damn glass pieces?" I casually turned until my ass was facing Chrissie. Intent as she was on the call, she didn't realize what I was doing until it was too late. Chrissie said, "Fine. We can do that. We...mmmmmmppppphhhhh...!" Chrissie's sudden muffled gibberish was due to the fact that I had suddenly pressed my ass backward, the glass dildo protruding from my ass scoring a bulls-eye into her mouth. The dildo pinned her head to the back of the sofa, and she couldn't move without risking being choked. I reached behind me and plucked the phone from her hand. Her squeaks became shrill as her hands slapped stingingly but ineffectively on my bare ass. I wriggled my hips as I said sweetly into the phone, "This is Erica. I'm sorry...Chrissie is a little busy now. So, what's the deal?" Once again I heard the deep baritone voice from the night before. This time, however, he sounded disgusted. "I don't have time for games, girl. As I told the other one, you will meet me tonight in front of the museum at midnight. Bring the crystal, girl, or there will be no deal." And then the line was dead. The bastard certainly enjoyed making dramatic gestures. Grrrrrrr. I began to stroke my ass back towards Chrissie as I thought about the call. Tonya was so used to seeing Chrissie and me fuck each other openly in awkward ways by now that she didn't even glance at us. And Laura was oblivious to everything except sucking Tonya's lactating boobs. My thoughts quickly became disjointed as Chrissie's now tightly wrapped lips began to work the glass dildo. I shuddered as my belly muscles twitched and jumped, and soon I didn't even have to move my hips anymore...Chrissie's mouth was sliding up and down the glass dildo fervently. She was embarrassed, no doubt, and she was probably pissed, but once that glass cock was in her mouth, she couldn't resist it any more than I could. A minute later I was moaning like a slut in heat, and Chrissie was squealing around the dildo as we exploded simultaneously. Eventually my heart rate returned to normal. I stepped forward and was gratified to feel the dildo sliding out of my ass as I did so. I turned and looked at Chrissie. Her cheeks were red and her black hair was a mess. I glanced at her lips, which now formed a perfect "O" around the glass dildo protruding from her mouth, and nodded in satisfaction. I gave her plumped out cheek a pat. "Enjoy, you little back-stabbing bitch." Tonya shifted uncomfortably. In a moment of pregnancy-induced pique, Tonya had blurted out that they had indeed been planning to double-cross me the night we broke into the museum. That little admission had never been discussed, but none of us had forgotten it. Of course, they thought I had tried to double-cross them as well. I hadn't, but they would never believe that. The whole mess was a hovering, shiftless mass of Unfinished Business. Still, it could wait until this mess with the glass pieces was done. ***** At five minutes to midnight, we were all waiting at the meeting spot, which was a dark alley across the street from the museum. Laura needed constant supervision, Tonya was so pregnant that we couldn't be sure she wasn't going to give birth tonight, and Chrissie and I didn't trust each other to handle the job alone, so all of us ended up present. It was just as well, actually. If the mysterious stranger really did have a fix, we'd all want to use it as soon as possible. Also, there was the safety in numbers aspect to consider. Our frayed nerves were obvious. Laura was restless because she was bored, and she was starting to gurgle and paw at Tonya's swelled breasts. Tonya was agitated and trying find a comfortable standing position. We had already decided that as soon as we made the exchange, Tonya was going to the emergency room. Chrissie was agitated as well, but for a different reason. After leaving it stuck inside my pussy earlier this evening, I had passed it back to her shortly before we left. She presently had the glass dildo firmly encased in her pussy, and the only way she could go out in public right now was in a wide, very loose skirt. It still looked like she was carrying an impressive erection, however. Her face was pure thunderclouds. Sweet. My watch soon said midnight, and there was still no sign of our mysterious stranger. Chrissie scowled at me. "If your stupid fucking game scared him off, you are so dead," she said. "Kiss my ass," I said, but in a very sweet way. Chrissie rolled her eyes. "No, thank you. I don't want fleas." "Pffffft. You mean fleas don't want you," I said. "Oh, wow, that was good, Erica. Maybe one day you can give big girl insults." "I don't waste my big girl insults on you," I said. "Mocking you is fun, but there's no challenge." "Oh, screw you, bitch," she said. "Bite me, wench," I said. "Slut!" "Whore!" A deep baritone suddenly interrupted our witty repertoire. "Do you ladies understand the meaning of a *secret* meeting? It involves not announcing your location with trivial bickering." We turned at the words. I recognized the voice as belonging to the mysterious caller. A tall, muscular black man with a shaved head stood before us. His skin was very dark and he wore black clothing as well, so when he stood in the shadows, he was nearly invisible. He glanced at each of us in turn, then shook his head. "So this is the crack team that managed to steal the crystal," he said finally. "Hey, we're the best," I said. Behind me, I could hear Tonya trying to explain to Laura that this wasn't a good time for her to suck her boobs. Chrissie was standing behind me, trying to hide her glass erection. The man raised his eyebrows. Finally, he said, "Whatever you say, girl. You have the crystal?" I nodded. "Yes, we do. What do we do to fix our problems with the glass pieces?" The man appeared unfazed. "The crystal first, girl. Then you'll get your answers." I clenched my teeth, but we both knew who had the advantage. "Fine." Chrissie stepped from behind me and handed a cloth bag to the man. She gave me a sideways look as she did so. If we got screwed, it was going to be bad between us. The man peeked inside the bag, then closed it quickly, obviously satisfied. He spoke again in that deep baritone. "Very well, then, girl. When you took those glass artifacts, they were sitting next to a large wooden statue. Proximity to that statue is the key, girl. Reunite the pieces with the statue, and your problems should disappear." He glanced at Tonya's swollen belly. "I suggest you do it quickly, however, or that one will have a permanent souvenir." I rubbed my temples with stiff fingers. The statue. We were idiots. Of course it was the statue. We had left it behind because it was too big to conveniently carry, but it was actually the centerpiece. ***** Well, we had the information, and it had cost us any chance at a profit for the job, but at last we knew what we had to do to get rid of these damn glass pieces. There was an immediate discussion of our options. Then Chrissie and Tonya left me with Laura as they walked several feet away and whispered together. I saw Tonya glance at me reflexively for a moment, then quickly return her attention to Chrissie. She nodded agreement to whatever Chrissie was saying. I puzzled over this, but they returned moments later, apparently having arrived at an agreement. "Alright," said Chrissie. "Let's do it now." I looked at her suspiciously. "You needed a private conversation to decide that?" I said. Chrissie gave me an ice-cold glare. "If you must know, Miss Nosey, we were trying to decide if we trust you enough to go in with us. I personally think you should stay out here with Laura, but Tonya is right...Laura may need to be near the pieces when they get replaced. So you can go in with us." I sputtered. "I'm 'allowed' to go with you?!?" Tonya cut in then. "Look, let's not start again, alright? We're all going. Let's get it over with." I nodded, glad that at least Tonya was showing good sense, despite her condition. It was time to get this over with. We got inside the museum with little difficulty. Surprisingly easy, in fact, considering that the museum had suffered a major break-in recently. I was uncomfortable with this, but tension with Chrissie was too high for me to voice my misgivings. We crept along a maintenance hall until we reached the area that housed the statue. It wouldn't be long now. I waved them back and peeked around the corner to make sure everything was clear. Seeing no one, I waved them forward, keeping my eyes on the room. And that's when my world turned inside out. Every muscle in my body suddenly locked and I couldn't breathe. I jerked and spasmed uncontrollably before finally collapsing to the ground, still twitching. I was having trouble thinking, but it finally registered that Chrissie had used her stun gun on me. She must have hidden it inside the voluminous skirt she had been forced to wear because of the glass dildo stuck in her pussy. Chrissie looked down at me, smirking unbearably. "Bitch," she said. "I warned you that you'd get yours." I could only look up at her numbly, my mouth open. Tonya walked over and helped Chrissie roll me onto my belly. Then the two of them pulled me onto my knees, my cheek on the floor, ass high in the air. Chrissie pulled my sweat pants over my hips and down to my knees. Then she slid my sweats under my knees and gathered them at my ankles. I still couldn't move as my bare ass was left elevated. I didn't understand what was going on until I felt Chrissie snuggling up against my backside, and finally I flashed onto what her plan was. Trap me in place with the glass dildo stuck in my ass, then grab the statue and be in complete control after that. She'd be able to stick the glass dildo inside me anytime she wanted. Sure, sooner or later it would get stuck back inside her, but she'd have the statue and would be able to remove it at will. I'd be at her complete mercy. Despite my incapacitated state, my body responded to the nearness of the glass dildo. My nipples were hard and I was already embarrassingly wet. Chrissie slid the dildo inside my shaved pussy and stroked back and forth several times. My belly muscles twitched and jumped with each stroke. Then the wonderful sensations were gone, replaced a moment later with pressure at my rear opening. I willed my ass to stay closed, but my tight back passage betrayed me by relaxing and allowing that glass dildo full entry. I heard Chrissie gasp. Then she gripped my hips and began to stroke slowly into my ass. At this point, Chrissie and I were locked together by pleasure. There wasn't anything for Tonya to do, so she stood up and took a step back, although she was still in my line of sight. Tonya had a strange look on her face, almost distressed. Both hands went to her belly. "Chrissie," said Tonya. "I need the glass pieces. Now." Chrissie continued to stroke into my ass. "In a few minutes, Tonya," she said. "Chrissie, I need them now!" Tonya said. "My water just broke!" I could feel Chrissie's sudden anxiousness. She couldn't stop her hips from stroking that glass cock into my ass, however. Her hips and my ass were bonded through the smooth glass phallus sliding back and forth in my tight back passage. My heat was growing, but not quickly enough...the stun gun had scrambled my senses and my twitching muscles weren't stable enough yet to achieve orgasm. Chrissie gasped, "Oh, shit. They're in my bag...down the hall...get them-" And that's when the alarm went off. Tonya jumped and spun around as a shrill bell sounded. Then she shouted, "Laura, no!" Laura waddled down the hall towards us, holding a painting in her hands. I realized belatedly that Chrissie and Tonya had concentrated so hard in subduing me that they had forgotten about Laura. And Laura had just announced our presence to every cop in Chrystal Heights. Despite the shrill noise echoing through the museum, our heat continued to grow, but not fast enough. Tonya looked distressed, trying to figure out which way to go, but suddenly her eyes widened and she gripped her belly with both hands. She took two steps, then dropped to her knees. Tonya started breathing rapidly. "It's...it's happening...ohhhh...ohhhh...ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh.....!" I was starting to get some movement back, but it was far too late. Cops were suddenly everywhere. Some of them had their guns half-drawn, but most hadn't even bothered. Chrystal Heights' finest were taking in the sight of Tonya beginning to give birth on the museum floor while Chrissie helplessly fucked me in the ass. On any other night, the sight of an attractive redhead walking around in a diaper with her thumb in her mouth might have been considered strange, but not so much tonight. If it was physically possible to die from embarrassment, I would have done so on the spot, but in the end, mine and Chrissie's screams of heated release matched Tonya's screams of labor pain. Our subsequent arrest was no less bereft of humiliation. Tonya, of course, was whisked off to the hospital, but Chrissie and I had to endure the looks and snickers from the cops. They wouldn't let us move from the position despite our requests, and I'm sure more than one cell phone camera captured our enforced pose. They finally let Chrissie up, but the dildo was stuck in my ass, and I had to endure their seemingly endless laughter. I had to stay on all fours with the glass dildo protruding from my bare ass until the museum curator finally showed and confirmed that I needed to be moved next to the statue for the dildo to be removed. Laura looked relieved as she regained her adult thought processes, but she was not happy about being arrested while wearing a diaper. ***** Our trial was delayed for two weeks to give Tonya time to recover. Chrissie, Laura and I were in different cells, but I heard through the grapevine that Tonya had given birth to a baby girl. Tonya was deemed fit enough for trial, and we were in court the following day. The court had assigned us all the same public defender, and we were to be tried as a group, rather than individually. I personally felt good about our chances, inasmuch as the only real charge they had us on was trespassing. We hadn't been trying to steal anything, just return it. Steven, our attorney, wasn't as confident, however. "The judge you've been assigned to isn't like other judges," he said. "He's...different. If they assigned you to his docket, there's a reason for it. Your case isn't as cut-and-dried as you've tried to make me believe," he said. Chrissie said, "But we really did find the pieces, just like we said. We were on our way to the orphanage to deliver some presents, but we stopped to help those nuns with their flat tire. After the nuns left, we walked to a nearby field to pick some flowers for patients in the leukemia ward, and that's where we found those glass pieces. Being good citizens, we tried to return them to the museum, and that's when all that stuff happened." Steven nodded. "Yes, that 'stuff,'" he said. "You and Erica are Internet stars now, you know." Chrissie looked away, mumbling under her breath. "Anyway," said Steven, "you have Judge Hanover. He does things differently from what you'd be used to. Say as little as possible, and whatever you do, don't get him mad." I said, "Judge Hanover...the one they call, 'The Rack'?" Steven nodded. "I heard about him in jail," I said. "They said he almost never assigns jail time." Steven rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's true. Usually those he sentences would have preferred jail, however." I wanted to ask more, but then the bailiff appeared in front of the court. "All rise!" he said. We all stood as "The Rack" made his way to his bench. Judge Hanover didn't look as fearsome as Steven had made him sound. I had expected him to be taller, maybe. Judge Hanover settled in and looked over his paperwork as we all sat back down. Finally he harrumphed and looked up. "First case, bailiff." The bailiff nodded, then looked at his clipboard. "The people of Chrystal Heights vs. Alicia Duvall." An attractive blonde woman stood up. The judge perused his paperwork. "It states here that you struck the owner of a car wash repeatedly because you blamed him for your car getting a flat tire on the premises." The woman nodded. "That's right, your Honor. It's his car wash, and he refused to buy a new tire for my car." The judge turned his cold stare to the woman. "It states that he offered to change the tire for you and to pay for it to be patched, even though there is a sign that states the car wash is not responsible for damage of this type. This wasn't good enough?" The woman looked outraged. "No, that wasn't good enough. I had a flat tire and it was his fault! He owes me a new tire!" "Several witnesses state that you attacked him despite his repeated attempts at courtesy," said the judge. Crime: Night at the Museum Ch. 04 The woman shrugged. "I was mad. All he had to do was buy me a new tire and it wouldn't have happened. It was his own fault." The judge shook his head. "This one is rather easy, it seems. Miss Duvall, The gentleman involved took reasonable attempts to service your problem, even though it was beyond the strictly necessary means. You rejected his efforts, as well as physically assaulting the gentleman. You are entirely at fault, Miss Duvall. Therefore, you are Sentenced to work at the same carwash for four hours per day for the next thirty days. You will work those hours topless. Once per week, you will service the gentleman in any way he wishes, whether it be orally, anally or vaginally. Should it be orally, you will swallow all ejaculate. After each service, you will apologize for your behavior. That is All." What the hell? The woman looked stunned. "What?!?" she shrieked. "You can't do that! He...!" "I will have Order!" thundered the judge. "Miss Duvall, you are guilty of contempt of Court! You apparently do not understand why they call me 'The Rack'. Well, now you will." Judge Hanover leaned forwarded, his eyes narrow. "Miss Duvall, you are guilty of contempt and are therefore Sentenced to possess E-sized breasts. Furthermore, you are restricted from wearing any clothing above your waist for one week. That is All!" The woman looked outraged. She opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly she began to squirm. Her eyes widened then as the front of her blouse began to expand and then bulge. She began to squirm even more, and then suddenly she was tearing off her top and bra as if she couldn't get them off fast enough. Within seconds, she was standing in front of the courtroom completely topless, and her hugely swelled bare breasts were on full display. Her entire upper body blushed at her topless state. The judge gave her a firm look that discouraged any comment whatsoever, and the woman closed her mouth. Her lawyer grasped her upper arm and led her, jiggling, from the courtroom. I looked at Steven incredulously. He simply shrugged. "I told you he was different," he said. "Well, I usually like to start off with a few lesser cases to get warmed up, but I think that will do for today. Now, let us go straight to our feature case. Bailiff?" The bailiff stood and announced, "The people of Chrystal Heights vs. Christine Collinsworth, Erica Mullen, Laura Sadler and Tonya Stuart." Steven stood up, and we followed suit. "Alright, let's get started. Now, it states here you four broke into the museum and attempted to steal several artifacts. How do you plead?" Chrissie said, "That's not what happened, your Honor. You see, there we were, taking some presents to the orphanage, when-" "STOP!" said Judge Hanover. Then he turned to the bailiff. "How many times did we get the presents to the orphanage story last week?" "Four, you Honor," said the bailiff. "That's what I thought." The judge turned back to Chrissie. "Now try again, young lady, and this time I better not hear anything about orphans, nuns or hospitalized children." Suddenly stripped of our defense, Chrissie began to stammer. The judge shook his head in exasperation. "I will have the Truth," he said. "Swear them in." The bailiff brought a book over and had us each in turn place our hand on it. Each time, the judge would look at us and say, "Do you Swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" Our voices sounded strangely strong and vibrant when we answered. We were now sworn in. Judge Hanover looked to Chrissie again. "Alright, Christine, tell me what happened that night at the museum." Chrissie smiled. She had obviously had time to think of a new story. A good one, I hoped. "Of course, your Honor. We really were just trying to return the glass pieces to the museum, because we hadn't known what they would do when we stole them. After Tonya got pregnant, Laura became a baby and Erica and I kept getting the glass dil...glass piece stuck inside us, we realized that something was up with them. So we traded the crystal we had stolen at the same time as the glass pieces for information on how to stop the effects. To stop the effects, we had to return the glass pieces to the statue that was there. So that's why we broke in. We really were trying to return the items." Tonya, Laura and I stared at Chrissie incredulously. Steven looked pained. Chrissie's eyes were wide, as if she couldn't believe she had just said what she had said. The judge nodded. "So essentially, you broke into the museum, stole several artifacts, realized you had made a mistake, and tried to return them. Hmmm. This is an interesting situation." We began to squirm. The judge was working himself into a rage. "I do not like thieves. You stole from an institution which does not operate for personal gain; rather, it provides for education. To steal, let alone steal from an educational institution, for personal gain is despicable. I am loath to sentence you to jail time, inasmuch as you were trying to return the items, although that wasn't for altruistic reasons. Furthermore, it appears you stole more than just the artifacts in question." The judge paused. Then he looked at each of us in turn. "Tell me...are you familiar with the game show 'Bimbomania!'?" We blinked. We knew the game show. A new cosmetics outfit called Blonde Concepts produced it. The show was new, but was already receiving top ratings. Women competed against each other for a large money prize. The losers ended up as, well, bimbos. The contestants were usually prison residents, as nobody wanted to volunteer to play, considering what happened to the losers. The judge nodded again. "I thought as much. You four are Sentenced to appear on the game show 'Bimbomania!'. You will do so on a date one week from today. That is All!" Our eyes widened. This was impossible! As one we opened our mouths to protest...then, remembering what happened to the woman before us, we quickly shut our mouths. We looked at Steven, who shrugged. We had escaped one trap, only to end up in a deeper one. We were going to appear on "Bimbomania!" whether we liked it or not. * NEXT: This ends this segment of the story. It will resume in the next installment, "Crime and Punishment: Bimbomania!" As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. Positive or negative.