After the chaos that had spread like wildfire through the western world as the impacts of global warming were finally declared significant, the world became very different. A peace had spread around the globe until rumours started popping up of these mysterious magic coins. At first it was dismissed as another social media gimmick, but the abilities of these people couldn't be explained by scientists. Over the last decade, around fifty people had found coins and gained new abilities that defied physics. Every story was similar, they found a silver coin, it told them to make a wish, it came true.
A couple of them could fly, others gained superhuman strength and speed. There was even a rumour of someone able to change any material into marble. Lots of fakes existed and a couple of people claiming to have these powers were even found dead shortly after. Others went missing. The world was up in arms around if these stories and abilities are real or not. And as new billionaires appeared, they all ended up with rumours of mysterious powers. Soon the magical coins were linked to one too many evil acts, and became known as 'Devil's Coins'. Apparently, this was the devil's way to corrupt the earth after his global warming stint failed.
As a quiet, and honestly quite boring person, I never really anticipate anything interesting to happen to me. Obviously, like most people my age, I had been part of drinking games where we debated what the best powers to have are. Lots said mind reading although I always thought that would be more depressing than anything. Others shape shifting, and as someone who is far from a model, I could see the appeal. Personally though, I always thought telekinesis would be the best.
After another tedious week as a stress engineer, currently working on bolt positions for a new car. Three months in and we are about halfway through, so much fun. I take the long route home, up over the hill next to the town. As I walk, I notice a shiny little coin, thinking it might be a 50p and I figure I might be able to get a small treat at the store down the road from my house. As I pick it up though, it dissolves before my eyes into nothing.
I ponder what it could have been, obviously some unnecessarily fancy prank to make people think they had found a magic coin. No little voice had asked me what ability I would like though. I get home, make dinner and fall asleep watching drivel on my laptop. The next morning, I am woken by the light coming through my living room window. I look at it and wish the curtain would slide across. It starts swaying slightly despite the window being shut.
Still sleepy, I wave my hand and imagine pulling the blind shut. It moves with my hand and soon the room is dark again. My heart is racing though and am now fully awake. All thoughts of going back to sleep are supressed by a desire to confirm my abilities. I spend the whole day seeing what I am able to do, move things, make an invisible umbrella and even push against the floor allowing me to float.
As someone who likes their privacy and has no interest in becoming famous, I keep my abilities to myself. I barely use my abilities outside of my house, and when I do it is usually to prank a friend or trip up some rude stranger. One time a guy almost ran over a mother and daughter who were just about to walk out on a zebra crossing. By pure coincidence, he got a puncture seconds later as he drove passed me.
Almost a month had past and no one else knew. Yet as I came home from yet another mind-numbing day, I had a letter. An invite to dinner in a house in London. The person had even included train tickets for me and the receipt for a hotel room booked in my name. A quick google search confirmed the house was incredibly fancy, a similar house down the road currently on sale for a couple of million. And the hotel was also very expensive. The letter didn't include a return address, or even the name of the sender.
It was Thursday today, so I only had one day to find out more. I spent my Friday trying to find who owned the house, only switching back to my work whenever a colleague walked past my desk. The benefit of being quiet and working in a corner meant that I was able to spend almost the entire day searching. Despite this, I failed to learn a single thing. Deciding the only way to learn more would be to go, I packed that evening and got the train into the city the following morning.
I stood staring at the four-story mansion before me. How could someone who owns this be interested in meeting with me, unless they somehow knew about my ability. I still had half an hour so cross the road to a bench and sat looking at the house as though it would answer my questions. As I waited, a beautiful woman whose attire screamed money and elegance walked along my side of the pavement.
"May I?" She asks in a well-spoken and gentle voice, motioning to the empty space on the bench.
"Sure." I nod, briefly meeting her eyes before turning back to the house.
"You're Joey, right." The woman asks me, I look back at her in surprise.
I definitely don't recognise this person, yet she somehow knows my name.
"I'll take that as a yes. I own you." She says calmly. "Come."
I barely register what she says as we stand and cross the street. My mind only starts recovering as we cross the opposite pavement and enter her driveway. Since when does she own me? I don't remember being bought, or knowing people could be owned.
"You look confused, why?" She asks me as we walk across the gravel.
"How did you end up owning me?" I reply, still unable to figure out when I went from free man to owned property.
"You ever walked down the beach when you were younger?" Her sudden subject change catches me off guard.
"Yeah, I grew..."
"And picked up a stone or shell and taken it home?" She interrupts me, putting a hand on my shoulder and twisting until we are standing still looking at eachother just before her front door.
"Yes." I say, I don't want to waste her time.
"You are like that stone. You were once unimportant, just one of thousands or millions of pebbles being walked over and ground into dust. Just now, I picked you up and am taking you home. Does that make sense?" She explains, and suddenly it all does make sense.
"Yes, thank you." I tell her, feeling genially grateful I won't be worn down anymore.
"You're welcome, but property must be useful otherwise it gets thrown away. What did you used to do with your stones?" She continues.
"We would decorate our garden with them." I admit, hoping that this wasn't to become my destiny.
"Interesting. We do use some of our property as decoration. Others can be more useful, used to complete simple tasks. And others are less useful, so are broken down. Kind of like how you might break a stone in half to see if it has a fossil." She smiles innocently at me. "If it does, you keep it. And if it doesn't..."
Her voice trails off, but I am more than capable of working out her meaning. Apparently, our rock metaphor conversation is done, at least for now. She turns and walks the last few steps to the front door. It swings inwards as she approaches. I follow silently behind her and see that the door was opened by a woman who is dressed only in lingerie.
"Strip." My owner orders me as the other woman shuts the door.
I do as she says, feeling very self-conscious as she watches me and the barely clothed woman accepts the clothes I was wearing as I pass them to her. Once undressed, I stand exposed as my cock slowly rises. Part of my want's cover the erection but another part highlight's that it is this woman's cock, I have no right to hide her property from her. She makes a little spinning motion with her finger, and I slowly do a 360.
"Let me introduce you to my wife, who is your other owner." She leads the way upstairs.
Her beautiful purple and white dress hug her ass as it sways back and forth distracting me from thinking about my second owner. As she leads the way into one of the first-floor rooms made up as a large office, I realise I haven't really thought about the three options my first owner said their property had. Not that I'd get to pick. Or worry about it, my thoughts should revolve around my owners and their desires.
I don't let out a sound, but my jaw drops as I look around the room. On my left are two sofas before a bay window. There are two golden busts in the side windows, both facing inwards, and their large breasts are flowing over the edge of their stands whilst their long hair flows over the back in thin golden strands that shimmer in the morning light. I can't see the garden out the window, only the trees and high hedges. I briefly glass back as the door shuts, and I notice another woman dressed in lingerie as she retakes her position beside the door.
On the near side of one of the two sofas and far side of the other are stone lampshades that hang over their respective sofas. I study the nearest in shock. A large woman is sat with her thick legs crossed, her belly sagging into the space between her legs. She is bending backwards slightly, her large breasts each crushed by a foot of a second woman.
The second stone woman is tall, leaning over the sofa with the help of the larger woman beneath her holding her legs. The tall woman's hands are squeezing her own ass cheeks and spreading them. From where I am standing, I can see the slightly open stone pussy and the silver circle of what a butt plug would be if they were an actual person. Looking at the further lamp, the statue has the light bulb in its mouth, its eyes are wide in shock and its tits hang down, what looks like a drop of silver milk hangs from one nipple.
"These are some of the stones we picked up for decoration." My first owner whispers in my ear making me jump and let out a little squeal.
"Explore them." My second owner I hadn't even got around to looking at whispers in my opposite ear while playfully slapping my ass.
I explore the nearer of the two statues. Dropping to my knees to get a closer look, the stone is cold and completely smooth. The cable for the light disappears under the woman's large ass. My curiosity leads me around to the front of the large woman, peering between her legs. Her vagina is gaping as though there is an invisible fist inside of it. Looking up, I see a similar look of shock in this statue's eyes as the one across the room. The colours in the stone make her eyes look like they're rolled back in her head.
I slowly stand back up, my eyes roaming from one body, up to the second. They're both so lifelike that if it wasn't for the cold touch underneath my fingers, I would think they were simply taking makeup art to the next level. I reach out and tap the hanging silver milk drop that matches the other lamp. It swings and I realise the top part of the silver is a wire.
"Give it a pull." My second owner tells me.
I do as she says, and it has a little give, a small click arises from inside of the breast and the lightbulb in the woman's mouth comes on. I pull it again and the light goes off.
"So, you like my artwork." The woman continues. "You may join my collection if you so choose or should you fall short of our expectations in your other roles."
"You can turn people into stone." I reply, not really sure if it is a question or a statement.
"I can turn conscious things into conscious clay." She smiles far less innocently than her wife. "My pet can turn one material into another."
I follow her gaze and see a head sticking up slightly from the seat of her office chair. From a few meters away, I can't tell if they are male or female, but either way their body cannot be comfortable crammed into the small space of the chair. Her desk is glass, held up metal women who are bent over backwards, the glass resting on their stomachs and squished breasts.
