Sarah the statue cut her off, "Alright mistress, I shall leave." Somewhat mechanically she turned and headed for the stairs. The four friends just stood and stared, Rick in particular, as she dissappeared up the stairs, her marble buttocks bouncing from left to right, in a decidely unmarble-like way.
"Like some sort of an animated marble nude..." Rick said in awe, a droplet of drool forming at the corner of his mouth.
Rebecca turned to Harriet and saw an expression even more disturbing than Rick's "art appreciation" face. "Uhhh Harriet? You okay?"
Harriet was smiling from ear to ear. She was holding both her hands up to her cheeks. It almost looked like there were stars in her eyes. "This is too good to be true. Could I be dreaming? Will she really do whatever I tell her? Sarah! Get back down here!"
From up the stairs came the reply, "Yes mistress." Sure enough, Sarah marched back down the stairs, proving that her bosom also behaved more like flesh than stone.
Rick stepped forward to get a closer look. "Nude descends a staircase, I love it." He was beginning to wonder if Harriet was the only one this statue would take orders from.
"Sarah!" Harriet commanded, "I want you to, ahhh, touch your nose." The statue raised it's left hand and placed it's pointer finger on it's nose. "Pat your butt." The statue placed it's right hand on it's behind and began patting it softly, creating the light tapping sound of stone on stone. "Squish your boobs together." The statue took both it's hands, placed them on the sides of her full stony mounds and, defying all logic, squeezed them together, pushing her nipples forward and creating some marvelous marble cleavage in the process. "Uhhh pick up Diane!"
"Hey, wait!" Diane cried, and started backing away.
The Sarah statue released her breasts, which fell back into their gravity-defying state, and headed for the retreating Diane. "Do not fear, I wish only to serve." Appearently the statue could be remarkably fast when it wanted to. It swiftly got to Diane, put one arm behind her back, the other behind her legs, and effortlessly scooped her up into her arms. "What should I do with her mistress?"
Diane glanced around nervously, "Harriet...?"
"Well, it may move like flesh," said Rebecca, "but it must be as strong as stone. Harriet, how do you think your cousin- Harriet!?"
Harriet had her hands on her hips, her back arched, and was beginning to laugh, "heh heh heh ha ha ha..." her chuckling rose to manic laughter "ha! ha! ha! Mwahahahaha!!"
*** 3 HOURS LATER ***
The friends now sat around the dinner table upstairs, finishing up the remnants of one of the finest dinners they'd ever had. Sarah scurried around the kitchen doing dishes, no longer naked, instead she was wearing a French maid outfit.
Diane leaned over to Rebecca and whispered, "Where did Harriet find that outfit she put on the statue?"
"Oh, didn't she tell you?" Rebecca replied, "There was a whole box full of kinky outfits tucked away in the cabin somewhere. They found it when the statue was doing the laundry."
"That sounds like a whole other adventure in itself, eh?" Diane smiled at Rebecca over her wineglass.
"Tell me about it." The two laughed and emptied their glasses. Rebecca went to refill hers but found the bottle empty. "Awww Harriet, it looks like we're out of wine again."
"Sarah!" Harriet shouted "Fetch another bottle of wine and pour these two ladies another glass!"
"Yes mistress." came the now familiar reply. Sarah put down the dishes and walked away.
Diane leaned across the table. "Harriet, are you sure it's alright to just order that thing around? What if that really IS your cousin? What if something horrible has happened?"
"Hey" Rebecca cut in, "we came to this cabin for a vacation, right? I say we deserve this."
"Actually Diane, I couldn't be happier." said Harriet. "For years I've been coming to this cabin, and every year Sarah acted like this was her castle and she was the queen, just because it belonged to her family. We never got to do what I wanted. Anytime we got into an argument she'd go running to Aunt Sylvia who would naturally take her own daughter's side. Anytime there were chores to be done she'd fake a tummyache and run to her mommy. I would've stopped coming entirely if you guys hadn't started coming along. Sneaking away with you was the only thing kept this place fun! I don't care if that is my cousin or not. This whole experience has been very theraputic."
At this point the statue returned with a fresh bottle. Rick spoke up "Well, whatever that statue is, she is an incredible cook." As the statue bent over to pour the wine, Rick gazed into the marble cleavage formed by her new garment and thought to himself, "I wonder what she could do for dessert?"
"Yeah, and those backrubs were marvelous too!" said Diane.
"And such a beautiful singing voice!" added Rebecca.
"See?" said Harriet "Everyone agrees that this is great. We should spend the whole summer here. With this statue waiting on us, it'll be like a resort! What d'ya say?"
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