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The cement poured over her eyes, clinging to her face and covering her beak, hiding the last of the exposed metal gibbet as he smoothed over the griffon’s face, her whimpers and muffled groans now utterly inaudible to all but the keenest of ears. She was plunged into perfect darkness, soon feeling it covering her ears as the world faded around her, like she was listening through a wall. She could feel the vibrations of scraping of tools on the concrete, smoothing and sculpting the concrete over her head as she sat, perfectly encased and feeling the onset of her long-term objectification…
Unbeknownst to her, the unicorn had set to carving and enchanting the runs around her neck, where the collar was buried beneath the surface of the concrete. Runes which she distantly felt binding to her own embroiled soul, her mind too clouded by the endless pleasure and impossible release she endured to really focus on the feeling…
She couldn’t tell how long it had been since the stone set, but a flicker of unnatural light fluttered in her pitch-black vision, hazy and blurry at first, but soon she started to make out strange shapes around her… ghostly, faint outlines of trees, and a vaguely equine shape in front of her with an aura around its horn, flowing like a stream of glittering water into HER.
Magic… it was magic! She was seeing the very life essence of the things around her, and the spell her captor was working to finalize the runes upon her new, permanent sculpted prison. She felt the magic connecting and building up within her, just as he had said… magnified through the extreme, teased emotion that held her brain captive.
The tantalizing thrum of the enchanted phallus keeping her on the precipice had shifted slightly, just enough to keep her body from growing accustomed to it… the trapped griffoness whimpered to herself, moaning softly within the unyielding confines of her encasement. Nothing but herself and the glimmer of the magical shapes around her for company, desperate, frantic for the release that the magic would never allow.
“All done.” The unicorn patted the stone surface of his newest creation. “A few weeks here to charge up and I’ll get a good price for this one… perfect.”
The unicorn grins with satisfaction, turning to leave the griffon trapped in stone upon the slab, heading to his workshop to relax and plan his next creation.
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