Gargoyles and Guilt - Ch. 05

Abigail sat on the floor of the shower in the dark. She let the scalding hot water rain across her exposed back. She was subsumed by another wave of her fear and melancholy of what was to come next. When she first entered the bathroom and looked at her naked body in the mirror, she was disturbed by what she saw. There was now more grey, cold, rough skin covering her body than the pale, smooth skin she had always known. Just her petite torso and face were untouched. Everything else felt like cold, stone against her unmarred skin. All the cuts and scratches from Gabriel's claws had faded away entirely. She had quickly decided to shut the lights off and hide what her body was starting to look like for a while. She let the steaming water of the shower blast her skin, but she found none of the stone-like skin that grew across her could feel the heat. Only her back, breasts, neck, face, and snatch could feel the heat of the water when she entered.

After hours of sitting in the dark, steamy place, all sense of the heat began to fade from her. All the heat of the shower felt like it shrank to a single tiny spot on her back and then was gone forever. Now, it was cold in the shower despite the heat of the place she knew was there. "Well, I guess that's how Gabriel stands being naked all the time," she thought to herself. Thinking of Gabriel filled her loins with an internal warmth and her stomach with anticipation, but she remembered how far away the next night still was. She rubbed her face in frustration when she thought of how she could endure the whole day before then. "What am I going to do about Gale?" she thought.

Obviously, their life together was over. He'd asked her to think about what she wanted, and she'd decided even if her options had become more limited than she thought they would be. Next mass she would be perched high above him while Gale, Father Michael, and the whole congregation passed underneath her naked, petrified body into the church. They had been in love. She knew what they had had until very recently was always going to be an important part of her life, even though it was going to end in horror for Gale.

She could always try avoiding him the whole day, and then quietly disappear tonight. Gale was not a confrontational person, and he usually left for work at 8 or 9 in the morning and didn't get home until the late afternoon. If she tried to keep from him all day, then he'd probably just think she was stewing over their fight and let it happen today. Alternatively, she could be honest with him. If she let him see her, the reality wouldn't be very hard to get him to accept. "Its probably what he deserves, but I know he's going to be devastated or just disgusted," she thought. She struggled to decide what path she was willing to take, but knew it was time to leave the darkened bathroom at least. She figured it was nearing dawn, and she'd still have a little bit of time alone before Gale woke up from his alarm for work.

She exited the shower, dried her rough skin the best she could without tearing the towel, and wrapped it tightly around the top of her breasts and back. She opened the bathroom door and froze when she came face to face with Gale exiting their bedroom across the apartment at the same time. It was dawn, and beams of sunlight had begun streaming in from the curtained windows and created a thin wall of light between them.

Gale was still in his T-shirt and boxers. His dark hair was a rat's nest of messy curls that reached up several inches above his head and also hung about his ears and forehead. His spectacled green irises were ringed by irritated red lines, and dark bags hung under his eyes. He looked like he'd hardly slept. It seemed like he had finally gotten frustrated enough by his elusive sleep to rise earlier than normal. He looked as startled as her and froze in his tired, stumbling tracks when his eyes focused on her.

Abigail was still shrouded in the dim light of the rest of the room and was still a few feet from the stray light beams entering their home. She figured he probably couldn't tell what was wrong with her skin yet. "Hi..." she said meekly. She didn't know how to start.

Gale crossed his arms defensively and asked her with his eyes on the ground, "When'd you get home?"

She stood stock still and answered quietly, "Late."

Now he looked up at her with an accusatory stare and asked, "Who kept you out so late?"

Abigail felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she wasn't sure if her embarrassment was even visible through her new skin. She swallowed her apprehension and felt it turn into dread in her stomach for what was to come next. She said firmly while matching his gaze, "Gale, we can't be together anymore. I think we both know we've been drifting apart for a while, and something happened--"

Gale turned around abruptly and began heading for their hall closet in the middle of her explanation.

"Gale, what are you doing? I'm trying to talk to you," she said patiently.

Gale, while pulling a trunk suitcase out of their closet, said angrily, "I'm packing. I don't need to hear all about the other guy, and you can have the apartment."

Abigail felt her heart sink at hearing how wounded he sounded and how transparently he'd seen through the fact she'd been with someone else last night. She couldn't bear to leave things like this for him though. She needed him to know that it wasn't as simple as her finding someone better than him. Gabriel wasn't even a human being anymore, and Gale shouldn't feel like he was lesser than. Despite his harsh words from yesterday, she still considered him one of the kindest, best people she had ever known based on years they spent together. She tried to close the chasm between them and stop him from rushing out before she explained it all to him. "Gale, please wait--" she started, but her words became a shriek of pain as her body crossed into the sunlight streaming in between them.

As she stepped into the beam of light, her partially outstretched hand was first to petrify. It felt like a horrible burn from her finger tips to her elbow for a moment, and then she felt nothing in the arm. Her arm instantly had become a massive, granite dead weight, and the surprising weight of it sent her face first towards the ground. Fearing shattering her entire body across the floor, she tried to catch herself with her other arm and her knees. As she tried to fall to her spread knees with both her arms outstretched, her unsupported towel fell from her naked body and exposed even more of her to the scorching, petrifying light. The burning, momentary pain raced up both her arms as she turned her face from the light. Once she was totally at her knees on the ground with her face turned back and to her left, she felt terror wash over her. She couldn't feel or move most of her body. Her arms were outstretched and frozen in place supporting her weight on the ground. Her right leg was totally lifeless and frozen on her knees. Her other leg was partially petrified, and she could feel only the left side of it that wasn't in the light. The same was true of her ass, back, chest, and side. Her right side was totally numb and frozen while she still could feel her left side. She couldn't even turn her head now. The back of her neck and head had been totally petrified when she turned her face away. She was stuck with her partially petrified ass up in the air, on her knees, with her face turned looking behind her. The only things she still had complete feeling in and that she could move were a few of her toes on her left foot, her face, her left tit, her pussy, and her tightened asshole that had all been spared the sunlight.

After hearing her shrieks of agony, Gale stopped what he was doing and tried to rush over to her. He ceased all his movement when he saw her totally uncovered in the light. He saw her stone-like skin on her left side, and what appeared to be actual granite making up her right side. He stopped out of shock and surprise. Her face was covered by her long dark hair that still hung loose and free about her.

Abigail startled him when she shouted, "Gale! Close the curtains completely! Please!"

Scared but obedient to her wishes, Gale rushed over to the window and tightly pulled the curtains closed. He even taped them totally shut with a roll from the junk drawer next to the window.

Abigail had hoped vainly that maybe once the light was gone she'd be able to move again, but no relief came. She was still stuck as she was.

Gale slowly walked back over to her and asked timidly, "Abigail? Are you all right?"

She groaned and said, "Yes Gale, I'm ok. This is what I was trying to explain to you."

He repositioned around her to face her awkwardly craned head and moved the hair from out of her face onto her back. "What is this? Should I call 911? I..."

Abigail then explained to him how she had been cursed by Gabriel's accidental touch and that she was now becoming a gargoyle like him. She told him there was no cure, and that she had chosen to join him atop the church.

After hearing this universe-shaking explanation, Gale asked her incredulously, "So you're going to be stuck like this every morning on top of our church? Completely naked? Every morning, hundreds of people are going to walk past my naked girlfriend's body and stare at it and that's that?"

Exasperated, Abigail asked him, "Gale, what else am I supposed to do? I think people would notice if there's a gargoyle on top of the church with a billowing dress or sweatshirt on. Those aren't going to turn to stone."

"Why hasn't your hair turned to stone then or the rest of you?" Gale asked with curiosity. He began to poke and run his hands across the petrified parts of her and where it met her still tender grey skin.

Abigail pondered this for a moment and said, "Well, I think it's because I'm not done changing. Gabriel has claws and wings and his hair definitely turns to stone. Maybe by tomorrow it will?" She felt Gale's hands teasing the seam of tender skin between where the skin was stiff and petrified and where it still felt alive.

"Can you feel this?" Gale asked as he ran his hand over her petrified ass cheek.

"Not where it's stiff like that, no." she said. While she couldn't feel where his hands were exactly, she could feel when they touched a tender unpetrified bit. She could see his hands disappearing behind her ass out of the corner of her eye. She was starting to feel her pussy heating up by his bold handling of her in this position. She yelped when she suddenly felt his finger stray over her asshole and the inside of her cheeks.

"You can still feel everything else though..." Gale said as he trailed off.

Looking down and behind her she could see he was starting to pitch a tent in his boxers. "Gale, what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly as she felt his hands continuing to explore across her body. She noticed his eyes wouldn't meet hers and that he was now kneeling on the ground behind her.

Gale asked her, "So you're going to be this monster's thing starting tonight right? What about until then?"

As he questioned her, she felt him slip his thumb into her glistening pussy. She felt like her body was on fire. She wanted to move desperately. She wasn't sure if she wanted to rock her hips back onto him or reach around and slap him for taking advantage of her, especially after how nasty he was the night before. As she felt him begin to rub his fingers back and forth across her clit with his thumb inside her, she decided one last time fucking Gale couldn't screw things up anymore than they already were. "I'm not going anywhere for a while," she told him with a hungry stare back at him.

Gale needed no further encouragement. He knew it was pathetic that he wanted her all to himself one last time before she was on display for everyone to see, but he couldn't deny himself if she was willing.

She felt him get on his knees behind her and pull his fingers away from her. She needed to swing her pussy back into them desperately, but the best she could do was curl her free toes on her left foot. She whimpered as she waited for him to fill her, and he only made it worse when she next felt him kissing the small of her back just above her plump ass cheeks. She felt him kiss her softly again and again starting there and moving down her soft ass cheek and onto the back of her thigh that was still soft. Then, she felt his hot breath across her pouting pussy lips and quivered as much as she still could in anticipation. She groaned in frustration, when his breath continued lower, and he continued his gentle kisses down the inside of her thighs. Again, his mouth passed over her wet folds, and this time her patience was rewarded with a long lick of her snatch from top to bottom. She shuddered but was left frustrated again as his mouth wandered up and away from her snatch again. Vexed, she begged him, "Gale, please stop teasing me."

Gale responded wryly and said, "Make me then."

"Dammit Gale," she cursed as he licked her pussy up and down again only to stand up behind her.

"In fact, why don't we do a few things differently. Just for the last time," Gale said with a bravado that sounded alien coming from him.

She opened her eyes and looked back towards him to see his cock bouncing out from the confines of his boxers.

He kicked the boxers across the floor and got on his knees to her side so that his cock was perfectly lined up with the odd angle of her head turned away from the window and back towards her back and shoulders.

She opened her mouth greedily to take his throbbing cock into it. She hoped the sooner she got him close to finishing the sooner he'd stuff his cock into her aching pussy. His hips attacked her mouth savagely. While his cock was nothing like Gabriel's monster, it was still a challenge for her jaw and throat to stay loose enough to take the rapid facefucking he was giving her. Her pussy burned. Normally when she sucked someone's cock, she could take her own pleasure into her hands while she did it. This time the only thing she could move was her toes, tongue, jaw, eyes, and asshole. They were hardly enough to give her the relief she craved. To her surprise and dismay, she suddenly felt Gale grab the back of her head and thrust forcefully into her face and shoot his load of salty, slimy cum to the back of her throat. He slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth as she begrudgingly swallowed and gasped for air as drool dripped down from her mouth onto her petrified arm and hand. She watched with waiting eyes as Gale stood up with his shrinking cock and walked behind her. She thought he surely would at least return the favor she'd just done with his own mouth, but the next thing she heard was the shower turning on behind her and out of her sight. With her pussy still aflame and feeling a bit used, she shouted at him, "Gale! What the hell? Get back here!"

She barely heard him call back from inside the running shower, "Why? Like you said, you aren't going anywhere for a while. I might as well take my time."

She knew her face must have been the picture of shock. This confident, rude, and teasing Gale was nothing like the one that she'd known. It seemed like knowing he'd never see her again in his life like their relationship had been knocked something loose in his head. Or maybe, all the pent up repression coached into him by Father Michael had just exploded out. It could even be that knowing she was willingly taking the company and dick of something monstrous to him had taken away any of his own embarrassment about his own sinful desires.

Whatever the case, she was furious at him for abandoning her in such a desperate position. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She couldn't even wipe the drool and cum that was slowly dripping from her chin onto her petrified arm off of her. The sensation of that and her still throbbing pussy were unbearable. It was like being covered in hot itches that she was too restrained to scratch.

After nearly a half hour, she heard Gale walk out of the bathroom. His absence hadn't killed the fire in her crotch. She still could do nothing but think about her position, smell the drool and cum on her face, and pray for someone to give her the relief she craved. To her dismay, she heard him again pass behind her and move into the kitchen out of her sight. She heard him opening cupboards and apparently making and eating breakfast. She groaned at him, "Gale please. Haven't you tortured me enough. Can you just finish what you started?" After a few minutes of listening to him eat, she heard him get up again, put the dishes in the sink, and take something out of another cupboard.

"If you insist, then we can finish things up for you now. I probably won't even be late for work at this pace," he said nonchalantly as she heard him open some sort of container behind her.

She yelped as she suddenly felt something oily splash onto her ass and begin to run over her asshole and down her pussy lips. "Gale! What is that? What are you doing?" she asked with surprise. They'd never really needed any lube for their fucking before, and she was trying to get her head wrapped around what his new mischievous mind had planned.

"Do you want me to finish what I started or not?" he barked at her with a wet, sharp slap on the soft middle of her ass.

She let out an audible moan and wondered where this guy had been for the last few months. She couldn't imagine going off to that party with her sister that cursed her if she'd had this to look forward to when she got home. Next, she got a clear picture of his intentions when she felt his oily finger start to slip into her tight asshole. She struggled to relax and let it slip more than a knuckle in, when she felt his other hand stick two fingers into her vagina and begin to thrust into it rhythmically. She moaned loudly as she finally got some of the relief she craved and began to loosen her asshole from the paired stimulation. His finger began to pull in and out of her loosening asshole with the assistance of the oil he'd poured onto it. She sat there squirming just her toes and holding her eyes shut tightly as the teasing and now fingering was building an orgasm inside her.

She felt Gale begin to grow bolder and stuff more and more fingers into both her pussy and asshole. She felt 3 of his fingers pumping in each of her holes with his thumb starting to rub her swollen clit. She felt every inch of her that was still soft sweating and covered in goosebumps. The tension and anticipation she was experiencing from his touch, in ways they'd never experimented with before, while she could hardly move a muscle was turning into an agonizing pleasure.

Just as she was beginning to feel a wave of pleasure about to crash, she felt his fingers pull out of her entirely. She moaned for Gale's touch to return wherever and however he desired. She needed to be filled and feel something press against her insides. She felt more of the cold oil coat her asscrack and even felt the strange sensation of some of it pouring into her winking asshole. Then, she felt Gale's iron-hard shaft press against her oiled asshole. She breathed in short, sharp breaths as she felt some discomfort from accommodating each inch of his pulsing member. After he had a few inches in, she felt him begin to move back and forth. At first, it felt like he was trying to saw her in half. She whimpered and bit her lip, drawing a little blood. Then, she felt him reach down and snake a few fingers under his balls to rub her clit while he pumped slowly into her butt. The burning sensation in her ass gave way to a pleasurable heat coming from her anus and clit.

Gale began to pick up his pace once she was able to loosen up enough for him to move more. She felt herself approaching the edge of her orgasm again. She felt so much at once with no control over any of it. She felt his balls slapping her drenched pussy lips, his fingers pinching and rubbing her clit, his other hand holding a vice-like grip on her soft ass cheek, and his raw dick pumping in and out of her virgin asshole. Finally, another orgasm ripped through her and had her screaming, "Oh my god! Gale! Don't stop! Don't stop!".

He acquiesced to her request and kept the pace up through her waves of clamp-like pressure on his dick. His own pleasure was building. After emptying his balls so recently into her throat, he was still going to need some time to finish.

She had grown accustomed to Gale finishing first or her barely getting to a climax simultaneously with him. Now she was surprised when he kept going all through her orgasm and beyond. Not long after, she felt another rip through her body and again was acutely aware of drool pooling on her hands from her open mouth. As a third was building, she felt another sensation that was filling her with shame. After kneeling on the ground so long alone and after the other events of the morning before that, she was really feeling pressure like she had to piss. "Gale! Please! No more! I need a break!" she pleaded with him so she didn't squirt in front of him.

Gale spanked her roughly and told her, "We're going to have a break the rest of our lives once I cum in your ass. You can be a good girl and wait for a bit longer."

She pleaded again, "Gale, I feel like I have to pee so bad! Please give me a break! It's going to spray everywhere!"

Gale responded while his breathing was getting hard, "I have my dick crammed into your asshole and you already drooled cum and spit all over the floor. I'll deal with the mess later."

Now, the third orgasm was practically here and all Abigail could do was curl her free toes, shut her eyes tight, tighten her asshole, and scream as the feeling rocked her. She felt her cheeks burn as she felt herself squirt all over Gale's hand, her inner thighs, and even some got on her stomach and tits. At the same time, she felt Gale's dick pump his seed deep into her ass. She screamed all through it as he held his dick in her for every last drop to leave his softening dick. Finally, she felt him pull his dick out from her and heard him collapse exhausted onto the floor. They both panted like dogs from exhaustion and overstimulation.

After a few more minutes he finally stood up and came over to her face to ask her, "Well, I think I'm still going to go to work. You'll probably be gone when I get back right? Do you want me to put on a movie for you or..."

Taking stock of the complete mess and still petrified position she was in, Abigail said, "I could really use some sleep, but I don't think I can sleep like this at all."

Gale inspected her body curiously and determined, "I don't think I can carry you, so I think the best I can do is turn your other side to the window and see if you can sleep totally petrified. Gargoyles have to sleep somehow right?"

She still breathed laboriously and was embarrassed and grossed out by the oil, cum, fluid, and drool leaking out of her and onto her hands and legs. She sighed and said, "Yeah, I guess I have to try it sometime. Go ahead and do it." She fretted that some of her might break while Gale slowly and carefully pivoted her around on the carpet until her face and other side were towards the window. He was careful though, and she felt like she was no worse for wear.

He approached the window and turned back towards her in their home one last time. He said, "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean what I said about you, but I guess it doesn't matter now."

She smiled back at him from her awkward, humiliating position and said, "The apology still matters to me. We'll see each other around. It'll just be different. Take care of yourself Gale. You still have a lot to offer someone." He grinned at that, but she could see his eyes were still painfully close to watering. He ripped the tape off of the curtains and let the light spill across her completely. As soon as it touched her face, she felt a searing pain that made her face twist in agony and then nothing. It felt like she'd been knocked out entirely, like when you drift off suddenly from a sedative in the hospital and don't remember falling asleep at all.