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“What is this thing?” Camille asked standing in front of a conveyer belt, about 8 feet long with an odd hoop on the end. “Just relax and lay down.” Reluctantly Camille lays down on the conveyor belt, and is a bit surprised when I pull a strap over her calves and over her waist and wrists. She whimpers nervously. I shift the belt forward so her toe is through the hoop. “What’s happening?” she asks. “It’s okay my little cherished one.” I say calmly. I pull a strip of tape out of the bottom of the hoop and attach it to her toe. She wiggles it curiously. A carriage with the tape begins to make revolutions around the hoop as the belt moves slowly. Four revolutions for each inch that the belt moves. “What’s happening?” she asks a bit panicked, struggling. “You know I’m moving, right?” I ask, watching the machine work. “Yes…” she says unsurely. “Well, I want to make sure all of my cherished things are packed well.” “Packed?” she says inquisitively “Yes.” I say as she whimpers a bit realizing her fate. I remove the strap on her leg as it approaches the hoop. She struggles a bit but the tape holds her. “Packing me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. “Yes, my little demoness.” I state. She whimpers as I stroke her head to comfort her. “It will be okay. There will be more than just the tape.” She looks up at me scared. “You’ll be safe, and I am sure you will arrive unharmed.” I add. “Sending me and not taking me yourself?” she inquires. “Oh, I’ll be driving the truck.” I say to her as I slide a cart to catch her body as it feeds through the hoop. She squirms trying to move her legs, the tape holds firm, even as it captures her wiggling hands. As it wraps them up I release the other strap. “A-and you’re gonna put me in the back?” she asks, again unsure of her circumstances. “Yes, my dear.” She continues to struggle as the tape works up her chest. I place a neck brace around her neck to protect it. She watches the ceiling because of it. “That will keep you from getting hurt.” I say trying to comfort her. She looks at the taping machine and cries out my name as I put a rubber hood over her head to keep her hair from getting caught in the tape. “Open wide for me.” I command. She gulps and shakes her head, biting her lip as the tape works up her mouth. “If you want to breathe, I would suggest you open up.” I explain. She whimpers and opens her mouth. I shove a mouthpiece in with a tube that sticks up out of it. The tape catches up and the tube pokes a hole in the tape as it passes over it. “Aren’t you glad you opened up?” I ask. She whimpers and tries to nod. Instead giving a muffled “mmm-hmmm” as she looks up at me desperately just before the tape covers her eyes, following the rest of the head. I turn off the machine and cut the tape. I give her a kiss on the tube. I hear her panting as she continues to squirm. I use the cart to put her next to a metal capsule with a rubber lining. Carefully I lift her into it. I give her a hug before closing the lid. She whines and mumbles a bit as I close it. After I close the lid I inflate the rubber lining to hold her tightly. I carefully use a winch to raise the tube and lower it into a carefully made crate. As I begin to hammer the lid of the crate closed I hear her scream into the tube. “I’ll be sure to make sure I open you as soon as I can on Tuesday.” I say reassuring her, she screams into the tube, obviously not reassured.

“What is this thing?” Camille asked standing in front of a conveyer belt, about 8 feet long with an odd hoop on the end. “Just relax and lay down.” Reluctantly Camille lays down on the conveyor belt, and is a bit surprised when I pull a strap over her calves and over her waist and wrists. She whimpers nervously. I shift the belt forward so her toe is through the hoop. “What’s happening?” she asks. “It’s okay my little cherished one.” I say calmly. I pull a strip of tape out of the bottom of the hoop and attach it to her toe. She wiggles it curiously. A carriage with the tape begins to make revolutions around the hoop as the belt moves slowly. Four revolutions for each inch that the belt moves. “What’s happening?” she asks a bit panicked, struggling. “You know I’m moving, right?” I ask, watching the machine work. “Yes…” she says unsurely. “Well, I want to make sure all of my cherished things are packed well.” “Packed?” she says inquisitively “Yes.” I say as she whimpers a bit realizing her fate. I remove the strap on her leg as it approaches the hoop. She struggles a bit but the tape holds her. “Packing me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. “Yes, my little demoness.” I state. She whimpers as I stroke her head to comfort her. “It will be okay. There will be more than just the tape.” She looks up at me scared. “You’ll be safe, and I am sure you will arrive unharmed.” I add. “Sending me and not taking me yourself?” she inquires. “Oh, I’ll be driving the truck.” I say to her as I slide a cart to catch her body as it feeds through the hoop. She squirms trying to move her legs, the tape holds firm, even as it captures her wiggling hands. As it wraps them up I release the other strap. “A-and you’re gonna put me in the back?” she asks, again unsure of her circumstances. “Yes, my dear.” She continues to struggle as the tape works up her chest. I place a neck brace around her neck to protect it. She watches the ceiling because of it. “That will keep you from getting hurt.” I say trying to comfort her. She looks at the taping machine and cries out my name as I put a rubber hood over her head to keep her hair from getting caught in the tape. “Open wide for me.” I command. She gulps and shakes her head, biting her lip as the tape works up her mouth. “If you want to breathe, I would suggest you open up.” I explain. She whimpers and opens her mouth. I shove a mouthpiece in with a tube that sticks up out of it. The tape catches up and the tube pokes a hole in the tape as it passes over it. “Aren’t you glad you opened up?” I ask. She whimpers and tries to nod. Instead giving a muffled “mmm-hmmm” as she looks up at me desperately just before the tape covers her eyes, following the rest of the head. I turn off the machine and cut the tape. I give her a kiss on the tube. I hear her panting as she continues to squirm. I use the cart to put her next to a metal capsule with a rubber lining. Carefully I lift her into it. I give her a hug before closing the lid. She whines and mumbles a bit as I close it. After I close the lid I inflate the rubber lining to hold her tightly. I carefully use a winch to raise the tube and lower it into a carefully made crate. As I begin to hammer the lid of the crate closed I hear her scream into the tube. “I’ll be sure to make sure I open you as soon as I can on Tuesday.” I say reassuring her, she screams into the tube, obviously not reassured.

“What is this thing?” Camille asked standing in front of a conveyer belt, about 8 feet long with an odd hoop on the end. “Just relax and lay down.” Reluctantly Camille lays down on the conveyor belt, and is a bit surprised when I pull a strap over her calves and over her waist and wrists. She whimpers nervously. I shift the belt forward so her toe is through the hoop. “What’s happening?” she asks. “It’s okay my little cherished one.” I say calmly. I pull a strip of tape out of the bottom of the hoop and attach it to her toe. She wiggles it curiously. A carriage with the tape begins to make revolutions around the hoop as the belt moves slowly. Four revolutions for each inch that the belt moves. “What’s happening?” she asks a bit panicked, struggling. “You know I’m moving, right?” I ask, watching the machine work. “Yes…” she says unsurely. “Well, I want to make sure all of my cherished things are packed well.” “Packed?” she says inquisitively “Yes.” I say as she whimpers a bit realizing her fate. I remove the strap on her leg as it approaches the hoop. She struggles a bit but the tape holds her. “Packing me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. “Yes, my little demoness.” I state. She whimpers as I stroke her head to comfort her. “It will be okay. There will be more than just the tape.” She looks up at me scared. “You’ll be safe, and I am sure you will arrive unharmed.” I add. “Sending me and not taking me yourself?” she inquires. “Oh, I’ll be driving the truck.” I say to her as I slide a cart to catch her body as it feeds through the hoop. She squirms trying to move her legs, the tape holds firm, even as it captures her wiggling hands. As it wraps them up I release the other strap. “A-and you’re gonna put me in the back?” she asks, again unsure of her circumstances. “Yes, my dear.” She continues to struggle as the tape works up her chest. I place a neck brace around her neck to protect it. She watches the ceiling because of it. “That will keep you from getting hurt.” I say trying to comfort her. She looks at the taping machine and cries out my name as I put a rubber hood over her head to keep her hair from getting caught in the tape. “Open wide for me.” I command. She gulps and shakes her head, biting her lip as the tape works up her mouth. “If you want to breathe, I would suggest you open up.” I explain. She whimpers and opens her mouth. I shove a mouthpiece in with a tube that sticks up out of it. The tape catches up and the tube pokes a hole in the tape as it passes over it. “Aren’t you glad you opened up?” I ask. She whimpers and tries to nod. Instead giving a muffled “mmm-hmmm” as she looks up at me desperately just before the tape covers her eyes, following the rest of the head. I turn off the machine and cut the tape. I give her a kiss on the tube. I hear her panting as she continues to squirm. I use the cart to put her next to a metal capsule with a rubber lining. Carefully I lift her into it. I give her a hug before closing the lid. She whines and mumbles a bit as I close it. After I close the lid I inflate the rubber lining to hold her tightly. I carefully use a winch to raise the tube and lower it into a carefully made crate. As I begin to hammer the lid of the crate closed I hear her scream into the tube. “I’ll be sure to make sure I open you as soon as I can on Tuesday.” I say reassuring her, she screams into the tube, obviously not reassured.

As we walk into the bottom of a large, tower like building, Camille looks up, marvelling at the four windows at the top. I guide her up to a large belle dress, made of iron, and the skirt looks three feet too long. The back of the dress lays open, unhinged. She gulps as she looks at it and asks, “Is this dress for me?” “Yes, Camille.” I state, carefully removing her clothes. “But first, I need you to put your shoes on.” I add. She blushes and folds her arms over her chest. “Shoes?” she asks as I pull out a pair of iron shoes that weigh 15LBs each. “Heavy shoes! Why so heavy?” she continues. “You’ll see my dear, now step into these.” I state. As she steps into them, I bolt them shut. Knowing there is no need for a lock. She looks at me worried as I wheel over a crane with a trapeze bar hanging from it. She grabs onto the bar, I place some shackles around her wrists. “Those shackles are just for your safety, they’ll be off shortly.” I say. “Thank you, I was scared, and I don’t want to fall.” she says relaxing. I raise the crane as she can see into it, and sees a metal crotch strap with a pair of rods. She gulps and cries out my name as I position her over the opening. As I lower her into the dress she tries to step on the crotch strap to avoid it, I quickly take care of it by nudging her feet to either side. She squirms and pants as she is carefully impaled. “Don’t worry, there are no motors are electronics. Everything on this dress is solid iron.” I state. “‘kay…” she says, unsure what is going to happen as I bolt the back of the dress closed, pressing her breasts into the metal cups. She squirms in the cold dress, the shoes making it impossible to lift her legs. I position a large metal bar with an opening in the middle of it onto her waist. “What is this for?” she asks. “Just relax, you’ll see.” I say as I undo her hands, “You can let go now.” she drops her arms and feels around the outside of the dress. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I say as I attach a large wheel that hangs from the ceiling high above to each side of the rod. She squeals as I use them to lift the dress up a few feet off the ground. “Why don’t you try kicking it to see how solid it is?” I goad She kicks hit hard trying to make it cave in, but ends up surprised as the dress reverberates, especially in the rods and breast cups. She quickly whimpers and stops. “Is something wrong, my dear?” I ask, knowing the answer. “It… the things… they…” she stammers. “Yes, it will happen every time the bell tolls.” “Jostly or move or whatever when do that… Everytime the bell tolls?” she says surprised. I nod. She looks around for the bell. “Now, we must raise you quickly, it is almost the half hour.” I say as I quickly raise her until she can see out across the country side. “What?” she asks as she looks all around and then down at me, hearing the mechanical sounds of a clock. The wheels on each side turn causing her to pivot steeply forward and back, her iron shod feet clanging against the sides of the dress. After a set of chimes it stops. “Ahh, such a lovely bell it is.” I state looking up at her as she flails her arms and cries out my name. I climb a set of stairs so I can see her close up, she holds out her arms to hug me, I climb up and give her a hug. “Imagine the joy you must feel at noon.” I say, as she drops her head thinking about it. ...

As I walk down the street and turn a corner to take a shortcut through an alley that I’ve taken many times before I see a girl dressed like a harlequin. “Kitty!” She exclaims. “What? Kitty?” I look just as she puts on a gas mask and a green gas fills the air. I suddenly feel my vision blur, I got dizzy, my mind got cloudy, and things just faded away. She catches me as I fall. I come to I feel myself hanging from a hook by my wrists. I open my eyes only to find that I’ve been blindfolded. I feel her slide something over my feet. It’s feels sticky and gooey. “What is that?” I ask, not wanting to do anything rash. “Your new body.” she says as she drips something onto my member and begins to rub it in. “New body?” I ask, becoming a little bit aroused by the rubbing. “This glue keep your cock down in place.” she says as she pets me, “Be good kitty.” I struggle hearing that. She pulls something up my thighs, blows on my genitals to dry the glue faster. “I said be GOOD kitty!” she screams. I stop, scared. “Glue hard now, and keep you like that.” she says as I feel my member trapped in whatever is over my legs and waist. She pulls the suit up further and smooths it out. “What is this suit?” I say as each toe gets separated, and she smoothes it into my cheeks, sticking it in place. She giggles. “Silly kitty can’t see with blindfold.” she teases as the suit is pulled up around my chest, squeezing it tightly. She pulls on something making it even tighter. “After I adjust it, it will stay there forever, just gotta adjust it right first.” I squirm. “I said be good kitty!” she yells and smacks my butt. I jolt from the blow. “Sorry.” I say not wanting to anger her further. “Kitty be good now?” she asks, I just nod in reply. “Good kitty.” “Why do you keep saying kitty?” I ask. She doesn’t answer, just pulls the suit tighter. She cuts the ropes holding me up and I drop to the floor. “Kitty better promise to be good, or kitty gets it real bad this time.” “I’ll be good.” “Good kitty” she says as she unties my wrists and pushes my hands into some slimey sleeves. She then rubs over my groin. “Got to make sure the glue is sticking okay, and is skin tight.” she says as I whimper “If the glue doesn’t set right, bad things happen to kitties…” As she pulls the sleeves all the way up, my fingers finding their way into holes, she adds, “…kitties get punished if the glue doesn’t set right.” She smooths out the suit and pulls the neck collar up, “Is your new body, kitty.” “New body?” As she slathers goo all over my head, she says “Keep your eyes closed, kitty!” “…or baaaad things…” “Okay, I’ll be good.” She pulls off the blindfold and pulls a hood over my head. “Hold your breath.” she commands as I take a deep breath. She smooths the hole-less mask over my face. She pokes a couple nose holes. “Okay!” she says. I breathe out. “Now kitty breathe through new nose.” “Mmm?” I mumble, the hood tight over my head, holding my mouth closed “Hee hee, kitty caa-aaan’t taaaa-aaalk! kitty caaa-aaan’t taaaa-aaaaalk!” she teases as I mumble trying to say something. She pushes something into my ears. “These make you hear funny.” she says, as I hear the sound coming from all over. She laughs maniacally. “Kitty kitty kiiiiiiity!” she says as I try to make out where the sound is coming from. I feel her make a small slit on my lips, the rubber sticks to them. “Now kitty can drink through straw.” She sticks a straw into the hole, I instinctively suck on it, milk comes through and I drink it. “Milk for kitty!” she says happily, “Kitty on a liquid diet now.” I begin to feel woozy again, and start to wobble. “Kitty feeling woozy again? Was stuff in your milk?” she giggles, “It will make kitty feel like gas did.” “Eyes closed!” she says before she puts some small slits for my eyes, letting the rubber stick to the eyelids. She then puts the blindfold back on. “Now is my little black kitty.” she says as she attaches a collar and leash on me. She pulls on my tail. “C’mon kitty.” she says as I try to follow the leash. After a bit of crawling, as the milk made me too woozy to stand, I hear a door close. “Kitty not look.” she says as I try to follow the sound. She pulls on my tail again. “Kitty not look, understand?” I nod. At this time the glue is starting to itch. “Good kitty.” she says as she takes the blindfold off. “Now kitty can look around.” she says. I open my eyes and notice that I can’t see far away as the drugs make the surroundings a pastel blur. “Yes, kitty, this is your new room.” she says as I start to squirm and wriggle, the itching getting quite bad. She walks just out of my clear sight. “Awww, come over here kitty.” she directs. I crawl over. “Be good kitty and act like kitty and rub against my leg.” she tells me. As I do I feel relief from the itching. “Awww, good kitty…” she pets my head, I move my head enjoying the relief from the itching. “Hee hee, kitty like that?” she stops, I try to scratch myself but my hands are trapped in large, heavy, paws. I reluctantly nod. “Good kitty” she giggles. “Kitty want to get pet more?” I nod. ...