Copyright 2008 Lyrical Press, Inc.
Time For Clocks and Demons
Anthony Stevens
The jolt as I was moved from the van brought me fully awake. The first thing I noticed was the gag sealing my mouth, and preventing my screams of outrage from sounding any more than a soft, nasal squeal.
I had to blink several times in the bright light as the quilted moving pad was removed. After focusing, I realized I was in the middle of a hall with various large art objects. This was the hall were the 'Something Old, Something New' art exhibit and auction was being held.
They pushed me up against the wall and I realized I was facing a very ornate antique mirror. Suddenly, the full reflected image shocked me to life! I was on display as a clock! The 'makeup' the clockmaker had applied was a set of stylized numbers on my forehead, cheeks and chin.
At that point, I was WAY past being scared and aroused and was now heading towards full-bore pissed! After trying to move my arms and legs, I realized I was helplessly spread on display for everyone to see… The oval opening in front was letting in the cooling breeze from the AC and I could feel my nipples harden as the chill air washed them.
"Hello there, my dear. I'm glad to see you had a nice nap. It is almost time for the exhibit to open. I wouldn't want you to miss the party. We still have a couple of last-minute details to get you ready for your artistic debut."
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