Connie was, to say the least,
extremely nervous as she waited in her jail cell to be led back to the
court room for sentencing. She had been convicting in the cold
blood killing of her long time lover Ned Carlton, a wealthy man who
owned a string of beaver farms on several continents and sold the
beavers for everything from pets to lethal trained protection animals.
She thought the idea of beavers being used as guards was ridiculous
until she saw them tear apart a couple of maple syrup dealers from
Canada trying to kill Ned.
After spending some time with
Ned and arranging herself to assume power over much of his money, she
got greedy and decided the time had come to dispose of him. She
contacted a lethal assassin from the south, Jack McDonald, and arranged
for him to come for a talk about how dispose of Ned. Known in the
underworld as the " Weather Widowmaker " for making his murders look
like death by freak nature accidents, he agreed to wait until a nasty
storm rolled into the area and make his move then.
When a late spring storm of snow and
freezing rain rolled through, Jack made his move and drowned Ned in the
waters of one of his many beaver ponds. Unfortunately, before he
could make his escape, he was captured by the Royal Canadian Mounted
Police, who had been tracking Jack for some time and surrounded the
assassin with their horses before he could flee.
Once captured, Jack quickly
confessed everything under the RCMP's polite interrogation
including Connie's role in the murder. She was arrested before
she could leave town and, six months later, was on trial for Ned's
murder.
Her lawyer tried to make the jury believe she was an innocent
dupe
of the assassin but the evidence against her was overwhelming.
After
final statements, the jury deliberated for only twelve minutes
before
finding her guilty of first degree murder which led to Connie's current
status.
" I should have hired
one of those high priced Hollywood lawyers to defend me
at the trial. He would have gotten me acquitted...instead, I'm
now referred to as the ' Woman behind the Beaver Tycoon murder
'.... " Connie thought while kicking the concrete floor in
anger and disgust. She spent the next few minutes contemplating
ways to extricate herself out of the predicament she was in before an
impatient rap on the bars by a prison guard interrupted her thinking.
" Let's go, Connie, the
judge is scheduled to deliver your sentencing via internet video
conference in thirty minutes. Your lawyer is already online and
has submitted your video appeal via email attachment which the judge
has looked at. " the guard said slightly impatient in her
mannerisms.
" Yeah, yeah, I hear you..."
muttered Connie as she stood up and followed the guard down to
the internet ' Room of Decision ' ( as the prisoners had dubbed
it ). Since the criminal system overhaul in 2010, most sentencing
hearings were done via the internet to save cost and free up the
court's time. Connie hoped that her lawyer's appeal was
successful otherwise she'd be facing the death penalty......
Two days later......
Connie sat sullenly in the back of
the prison bus as it drove towards the prison she was being transported
to where she would reside on death row. The judgment was swift
and her lawyer's appeal had fallen on deaf ears as the judge sentenced
her to death by inflation ( Connie wasn't sure what the heck that meant
but it sounded final to say the least ). The convicted murderer
sat
back in her shackles and stared straight ahead wondering if she could
avoid her fate.
Suddenly, the bus swerved to the right
violently causing Connie to tumble forward in her seat. She
looked up to see the guards moving towards the front of the bus as the
driver wrestled frantically with the wheel to avoid...something.....
" Moose stampede !! "
the driver yelled out as he frantically clawed at the wheel to
avoid the onrushing beasts. Before Connie had a chance to brace
herself, the whole bus shook several times as it collided with the
large
animals before it went a dramatic skid off the road. A second or
so later, the bus turned on its' side and skidded for an unknown
distance
before colliding into some nearby trees and coming to rest with a loud
crunch. Billows of grey and black smoke erupted from the back of
the vehicle as the twisted metal hulk sat in silence while the moose
herd
passed through.
Inside the bus, the occupants had been
tossed around like rag dolls by the crash with several suffering fatal
injuries. Connie had been lucky as the upending of the bus had
not only left her relatively unscathed but free from her shackles as
they had popped open when she fell on the floor along with everyone
else.
" Lucky for me, the prison system
bought their handcuffs from a guy who used to do stage magic..."
Connie muttered as she crawled over the dead and unconscious
people in the bus towards the front. The raven haired woman, clad
in an orange prison jumpsuit, made it to the front of the bus just in
time to see a one armed man man being pursued through the woods by
another man waving a pistol while simultaneously two cars roared down
the road. Both drivers were dressed in all in black with one
sporting a button displaying the number 6 and the other had a
number 1 on his button.
" Sheesh....you see all kinds on these
back roads.... " Connie thought as she pulled herself
free from the wreckage and walked out to the deserted road, where only
a fading cloud of smoke was visible from the cars that just passed.
Walking a short distance, she came to a crossroads and quickly
glanced around
to see if there was a house she could hide in or get out of the clothes
she was in. To her left, she saw a roadside motel with Bates
Motel
- NO occupancy available flickering on the neon sign. On her
right, she saw a large corn field that stretched as far as she could
see with a
huge scarecrow sitting in the middle of the rows.
Shaking her head slightly as she heard the wail of
approaching police sirens, Connie looked straight ahead and saw an
impressive mansion up ahead surrounded by woods. Deciding
she had little time to pick and choose, the dark haired woman sprinted
down the road and into the trees heading towards the house in question
hoping
no one was home.
After 15 or so minutes later, Connie managed to
get through the woods and get to the back of the house where, peeking
around the corner, she saw a large group of police cars forming
near the crash site. Knowing they'd be checking all the buildings
in
the area, she took a quick peek inside the house and determined there
was
no one home at the present. Finding a basement window that was
unlocked, Connie slipped through the opening and dropped onto a large
oak cabinet.
After closing the window behind her, Connie dropped down onto the
plush
carpeting and crawled out of sight of the basement window behind a
large
chair where she waited in silence.
The escaped convict had been in hiding for no
more than half an hour or so when bright lights shone in through the
same
basement window Connie had entered through. At the same time, she
heard the distinctive sound of police radios being used by several
officers
close to the house itself. The brunette stayed as still as she
could
in spite of her trembling hands and fervently hoped that the cops would
not investigate the inside of the house. After about 45 minutes,
the
lights and voices moved away from the window and Connie distinctly
heard
the sound of car motors starting up before moving away. She stood
up and silently moved over to the window she had climbed through.
Climbing
up to it, she peered out and saw no sign of cars anywhere near the
house.
Connie waited in the darkness for another hour
to make sure there was no one left outside before she turned on the
basement lights with a light switch she located on the wall. When
the lights flickered on, she saw something that looked to be a cross
between a gynecological office and a BDSM setting complete with whips
and chains. Connie walked to the middle of the room and looked at
the chair that stood by itself
in the center of the room. Sitting fairly low to the ground for
most
of it with the center being the lowest part of all, the white plastic
chair with bright orange padding looked to be in brand new condition
like the
rest of the room.
Knowing she had to get out of her prison uniform
as soon as possible, Connie started to look through a nearby closet for
clothes she could put on. To her surprise and amusement, the only
clothes she could find were of the latex and leather variety of several
different sizes with a white pearl necklace being the only thing normal
looking. Fearful that a trip upstairs could yield unwanted
surprises
or even the appearance of the house's owner, Connie started looking
through
the garments for something in her size and weight.
Fifteen minutes later, Connie finished lacing up
the black leather boots that ended just below her knees and stood up
straight next to the chair. She had also donned the necklace she
had found
as well as a black leather bra with a zipper front though she was
unable
to find any panties she could wear or something else to cover her
exposed
sex. Figuring there was no one there to notice, she shrugged it
off
and figured she'd find something later on.
" Whew..been a long day...I better sit down and rest..."
Connie said softly as she sat down into the oddly shaped chair in
the
room. She quietly unzipped her bra as she closed her eyes and
imagined
herself being in this kind of situation with a man ready to have hot
and
steamy sex with her over and over. It was with those visions that
the brunette feel into a light sleep not noticing the opening of
plastic panels under her arms and upper legs and the gleaming of metal
inside...
" OOWWWW!!!! " Connie shouted as she felt
the jabbing of what felt like 4 needles simultaneously into her body.
She arched herself upward as her eyes opened wide in shock and
she grabbed the back of the chair to pull herself off whatever had
stuck her. However, it was at that instant that she found her
body had locked in place and would no longer move in the slightest.
Her ability to talk and breathe vanished altogether though she
was still conscious and aware. Before she had time to contemplate
this predicament, she saw, to her horror, that her very body was
starting to change in color and look. She saw her lower legs
changing from their normal appearance to a shiny artificial look to
them with no blemishes or freckles visible anywhere. Connie felt
a growing sense of sexual excitement in spite of her situation in
addition to a feeling of lightness like her body was becoming one
filled with nothing but air or helium.
The change swept up rapidly through her body and Connie
found she could barely move her head at all now. She felt her
pussy change into the same material that her legs now were composed of
and visible seams appearing on her legs and lower torso. She next
felt her breasts slightly inflate and push against the leather bra
under them as they formed mounds of soft yet rigid plastic capped by
bright pink areolas and dime sized nipples. When Connie felt her
mouth stretch and pull itself into an O-shape, she realized suddenly
what was happening to her.
" A LOVE DOLL... I'M TURNING INTO A SEX TOY... A
DAMN DOLL FOR SOMEONE.... WHY ME?... WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN ..."
Connie screamed mentally as her eyes opened wide before becoming
painted features like the rest of her as the process was completed and
what was a living woman was now a rubber and latex love doll existing
to give pleasure and nothing more. The doll slowly bobbed up and
down as it's light air filled
body waited for someone...anyone..
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Later....
Connie wasn't sure how much time passed as, in her current
state, she found it impossible to focus anything but the erotic
sensations that she was feeling. Suddenly, she saw a familiar
face standing directly in front of her. It was the judge who had
sentenced her to death earlier ! Judging by the big smile on his
face, he was not the least bit surprised by the sight that greeted him.
" Ah, you must be the one I sentenced to be executed who
just escaped custody according to the internet news reports. It
was
extremely fortunate for me that you found this chair I keep in my
country
house. Normally, I use it for my ' private hobby' but I recently
had
it modified to use as a prop for my proposal to my fellow justices.
I
call it the " Chair of Justice", a chair to be used on female convicts
who
are sentenced to die by the state. In my proposal, they would be
given
the option of being permanently turned into an inanimate love doll or
face
execution. Of course, that option may not exist if it ever comes
to
be part of law." the judge said as he quietly stripped the doll
of
its' clothing and jewelry.
" I'll wait a few months until the authorities have
given up trying to find you and then I'll be getting you out again.
Oh, and I should tell you that after a short amount of time, your
conscious mind
will fade away and be replaced by the simplistic thought of a love
doll... at least that's the way it's planned." the mid 40's man
said while pulling open the inflation plug and letting the air rush out.
" NOO!!! " the doll thought as it quickly
went limp in his arms like a sheet of rubber. The judge then took
a cardboard box and, putting the deflated doll in a bag, put the toy in
the box. He then took the box upstairs to his bedroom for future
usage.....
And the doll ? A new sentence for it... though
whether Connie preferred it to her previous one would never be known...
She only knew there was a day coming of inflation.. and
being used as the sex doll she now was..
Case closed...
27.10.06