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Camelot PRELOGUE Fabian couldn't believe it. He was going to be sent away. Away from his step parents, his toys, his friends. "It's not fair, it's not fair, and it's not fair!" he yelled as he stamped his feet. His nurse maid, gave him that look, the look she gave him whenever his behavior was not that befitting the prince and heir in line to the thrown of Camelot when he was old enough. Fabian was only seven and small for his age but he understood his duties and the history of his kingdom. His hair, dark and lustrous, had a sheen like fine hardwood. But that comparison isn't entirely fair, I suppose. Hardwood doesn't swish gently like his hair does, swaying with the words he speaks. A shiny varnish catches merely light around it, but the depths of that deep chestnut brown reflected all the radiance of his smile. The boy's eyes were green but not the kind of shade that's easy to describe. It was almost like they were both green and yellow at the same time, with blue creeping in around the edges as if it were trying to take over. He blinked and the beauty was momentarily covered by the shield of his eyelashes; naturally long and soft looking - feminine compared to the rest of his well-structured features. After Arthur Pendragon had fallen, no one knew that he had an heir, Richard Pendragon. Richard was a strong and brave soldier and was able to retrieve Excalibur from the lady in the lake and used its powers to restore Camelot and fight off Morgana and her evil forces. Richard met Gwen, Fabian's mother who was Merlin's half-sister and possessed some of Merlin's powers and used all her powers to defeat Morgana. That encounter killed Richard his father and left Gwen mortally wounded but not before she gave birth to Fabian. Fabian like his mother and half uncle was a magical being but like his father was also one of the few that could yield and control Excalibur. For that reason, Fabian's life was in danger. Even though defeated, Morgana and her forces kept coming back and many attempts were made to kill Fabian, for Morgana knew that once Fabian grew up he would have the strength and the magical powers to forever kill Morgana. The last attempt on Fabian's life was close, too close. Next time he would not be so lucky. Therefore he was being sent away, to live with old Lady Vera far away in the mountains. Lady Vera would continue Fabian's magic training in safety and when he was old enough, Fabian would return to his kingdom, find Excalibur and one day defeat Morgana once and for all. CHAPTER 1 The long horse drawn coach journey to wherever he was going was long, long, long. Fabian was a keen rider and could have got there in half the time on his horse but he needed to be kept undercover so hence he went by carriage. To protect his final destination from all, he was at least able to complete the last leg of his journey on his own. Even the coach master wasn't coming, he was going alone. He had been shown the destination and using a guidance spell he followed the directions and sped off on his horse. He arrived finally to this old shack of a house at the top of a mountain, late into the night. Knocking on the wooden door, a women greeted him. Not what he was expecting. The woman had long dark hair and was well, not old, maybe in her early thirties and she was pretty, very pretty. "Come in Fabian," said the lady, "I've been expecting you, but don't say my name out loud, in case someone is listening." This must be her thought Fabian. A breeze brushed past, teasing the thin strands of her shoulder-length hair. She had the deepest green eyes with touch of hazel in them. Her smile would melt your heart and when she flashed her pearly white teeth, she would light up an entire room. Her voice was every bit as beautiful as her glamour. Her white dress was tight enough to show her flawless figure. Her eyelashes were long, and dark, and they curled. That was perhaps how a logically minded person would describe them, if they bothered to at all. A poet would say that they were dark as a moonless night, long as her gaze held theirs and curled like a leaf drying on the pavement. An artist would say that they were a brush of black paint against the perfect canvas of her face, sending shadows streaking through the syrupy gold of her irises. "Do you need to send a signal back to your nurse maid to let her know you have arrived safely," asked the mysterious lady. Fabian nodded, and took out a round sphere from his sack. It contained a magical bird that he released and immediately started flying home. It would be a signal to his nurse maid that he had arrived safely. "Are you ready for the last part of our journey Fabian?" asked the lady. "Huh?" replied Fabian. "Well you didn't think we would live in this dusky old shack did you? In case your nurse maid is ever captured, and forced to give your whereabouts, or if you were followed, it was always part of the plan to come here and then head off by magic to somewhere no one would ever find us." Made sense thought Fabian, nodding. The lady asked Fabian to hold out his hand which he did. She muttered something and then in an instant, whoosh appeared in a large plush room. The room was decorated with lots of fabrics of pink, red and gold. A large golden chandelier came down from the ceiling. Against one wall was a large 4 poster bed, furnished with pink sheets and a pink cover. Against another wall a large vanity table sat with lots of make-up, on top. 2 chairs were lined up perfectly. The entrance to the room was via a set of oak double doors that were closed. Another door off the other side led to an en-suite bathroom and Fabian was guided to this room by the mysterious lady. In the middle of the bathroom was an empty steel framed bath tub. The lady muttered something, pointed at the bathtub which then suddenly filled itself with water which seemed hot from the steam coming from it. Noticing his quizzical look, the lady asked him what was wrong. "Erm, I was told I'm not supposed to use magic to give myself luxuries like baths. At home we heat up the water using a fire." "Well!" stormed the lady. "I think you'll find you're mistaken, about a great many things. Now strip off and get in. After all these days on the road, you smell." She was right he did smell. He felt a bit awkward stripping naked in front of her but had always done so in front of his nursemaid so thought he may as well get used it. He took off all his clothes and was scolded for just dumping them on the floor and told that he might have it like that at home but here he's to be neat and tidy. She took all his clothes from the floor and left the room with them as he got in the bath. The water was warm and soothing, after so many days on the road, was a huge relief. The lady shortly returned holding some vials of liquids. One was pink and the other a light blue. She explained they were bath liquids as she poured them in. Fabian began to feel drowsy as he soaked away the dirt and grime from the last few days. He was so drowsy he didn't mind as the lady washed him, rinsed him and carried him out of the bath drying him off in a pink fluffy towel. He was practically asleep as he was dressed for bed by this lady lying still as she put on his underwear and what seemed to be a top. He didn't recall any bottoms but by the time she laid him in bed, he fell asleep. CHAPTER 2 The next morning, well Fabian supposed it was morning because there were no windows, Fabian awoke feeling his underpants uncomfortably in his bum crack. He peeled back the pink silk bed sheets to have a closer look, only to realize he was wearing odd clothes. Oh my goodness he thought, he's wearing girls clothes. He was wearing what could only be described as some kind of see through red dress that fell only to his waist. His underwear, was very uncomfortable, was super thin at the back which went up his bum crotch and very small at the front which barely covered his pee pee. Oh and it was made also of the same see through red material. The lady was stood over him. Her form-fitting nightgown was a pristine white. It pooled around her like liquid silk. The silk caressed her skin like a cool autumn breeze. "What's going on?" he said. "Why am I dressed like this? I don't like it?" Fabian saw the lady raise her hand, too late to react. SLAP. Fabian coiled in pain. The slap was as loud as a clap and stung his face. It had been an open-handed smack and it had left a red welt behind. Just below his eye was a small cut where the ring had caught him. He staggered backwards, clutching his face, eyes watering. "You don't like it?" replied the lady. "Well there's a lot of things we don't like but you have been placed in my care and you have been told to do what I say. Now your life is in danger, serious danger and you are the only one that can save the world from that Morgana. Her minions are looking for you and they are looking for a young boy that looks like you. To keep you safe, you're going to become a girl until you're old enough to fight back. Is that understood, young lady?" "Ok," replied Fabian "When you answer me, you say 'Yes Mistress.' Is that clear?" "Yes mistress," replied Fabian. He didn't like this but was petrified of getting hurt again. "Now you can't go on around with the name Fabian. Too many people are looking for a young boy called Fabian. And you can't be a girl called Fabian. So from now on you'll be my daughter, Faye. Oh yes, you like that, don't you Faye?" "Yes Mistress." Now Faye, I want you to repeat the below phrase 100 times. If you get it wrong or stumble, you won't get just a slap next time. Faye nodded as the lady told him what to repeat. He did so instantly hoping he had remembered everything. "I am a girl now. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am your daughter Faye. You are my mistress and I must obey everything you command me. I will become more and more girly. I will be dressed like a girl in whatever girly clothes my mistress tells me to wear. I will wear make up like a girl. I will have my hair grown longer and longer and it will be styled like a girls. I will have my nails grown longer and longer and they will be painted in whatever color my mistress decides. I will talk like a girl, and act like a girl at all times. I will wear high heels and my mistress will train me to wear higher and higher heels. I will become her obedient daughter with no thoughts of my own other than to serve her and become more and more her perfect little girl." Faye screamed in agony. This time Faye felt the long 6 inch nails of the lady claw the side of her face. "You forgot to say that you wish to become more and more my obedient and willing slave girl," said the lady. "Now repeat it again and this time with a more girly voice. Here drink this potion, it will help your voice." Faye drank the pink liquid she gave to him and said the following, her voice sounding like a little girl's soft and sweet. "I am a girl now. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am your daughter Faye. You are my mistress and I must obey everything you command me. I will become more and more girly. I will be dressed like a girl in whatever girly clothes my mistress tells me to wear. I will wear make up like a girl. I will have my hair grown longer and longer and it will be styled like a girls. I will have my nails grown longer and longer and they will be painted in whatever color my mistress decides. I will talk like a girl, and act like a girl at all times. I will wear high heels and my mistress will train me to wear higher and higher heels. I will become her obedient daughter with no thoughts of my own other than to serve her and become more and more her perfect little girl. I wish to become her more obedient daughter and willing slave girl." The lady nodded her approval. Again 1000 times over. Faye started repeating the same phrase, she was sure it was 100 before. "I am a girl now. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am your daughter Faye. You are my mistress and I must obey everything you command me. I will become more and more girly. I will be dressed like a girl in whatever girly clothes my mistress tells me to wear. I will wear make up like a girl. I will have my hair grown longer and longer and it will be styled like a girls. I will have my nails grown longer and longer and they will be painted in whatever color my mistress decides. I will talk like a girl, and act like a girl at all times. I will wear high heels and my mistress will train me to wear higher and higher heels. I will become her obedient daughter with no thoughts of my own other than to serve her and become more and more her perfect little girl. I wish to become her more obedient daughter and willing slave girl." After what seemed like an eternity, her voice hurting, the lady told him to stop. She gave her something else to drink and that soothed her throat. The lady then spoke to Faye: "Some people are born good and always fight off the bad. Some people are born bad and become good through great effort. Others are born in light and fall to darkness. And others are born in darkness and cannot see the light. Try as you might to believe otherwise, everyone fits into one of those categories. Which one are you? Are you good or bad? Light or dark? An angel or a demon? I know what I am. When I came of age I realized the life ahead of me was one of anger, pain and hatred. Of darkness. Did I want that? Yeah. I did. I grew up surrounded by fire and ash and poison and death. It was the only thing I knew, so of course I wanted it. I was never taught what love was. What kindness was? In fact, in my entire childhood I think I saw just one type of smile - a smile full of malice and cruel intent. It was all I knew. I was trained to be the perfect killer. Battle axes, daggers, swords, maces, bows and arrows. Put a weapon in my hand and chances are I would use it to bludgeon you to death. For three decades I slaved away, learning ever more imaginative ways to torture and kill. And I enjoyed it, because I knew of no other life. Some people say I'm evil, but I say I'm just wired differently. Others look at a squirrel and see something cute, but I see something I can kill. I don't want to just shoot it though, I want to see how long it can last while I disembowel it nice and slow. I want to see the light go out in its rodent eyes while I examine its innards. I could say it's for science, but that would be a lie. The truth is I enjoy it. I get a kick out of it. I am nothing more than a visionary with a dream. I don't care what you think of me as long as you obey. I acknowledge that I have odd methods, but they work. I know what life should be like and I understand that many things and creatures are inferior to me. In my position it is simply mercy. I know if I don't save them with the wonders of death. They will die in the horror of life. It is now time to get dressed and do your makeup." The lady sat on the bed next to Faye and told her to put her feet up. Taking a red bottled which she recognized as nail varnish she began painting his toe nails. The feeling was exhilarating. They waited for them to dry and then the lady painted them again. She repeated this 6 times over. Faye was then given some kind of ointment which soothed her face and got rid of the cuts caused by the beating she had been given, the memory of the pain still hurting. That was nothing though compared to the pain she was about to feel. The lady walked over to a wardrobe and pulled out a red corset. The lady explained this corset was steel boned, for maximum effect and pain. This is going to be painful but soon you will love pain." The lady helped Faye put on the red steel boned corset which off course did not fit. She was expecting the garment to be taken off, but then the lady chanted something and then as if by magic the corset started squeezing, tighter and tighter, crushing her, more and more until finally the corset rungs were in place on the first tier of rungs. Worryingly there were 4 tiers in total meaning the corset could get tighter. Tears started streaming down Faye's eyes. "Never cry!" ordered the lady. "You love pain my daughter. You love me causing you pain, you love me making you give pain to others. Is that understood?" "Yes mistress," replied Faye unconvincingly. "I don't think you understand," replied the lady. "Here drink this. This will make you understand," handing Faye a vial containing a red liquid who drank it instantly. Wow! Thought Faye. She understood. She loved the pain the corset was causing her. "Are you ready for more pain Faye?" asked the lady. Faye nodded. "Now you have a waist of 24 inches so I'm going to make you wear his corset which is designed for someone with an 18 inch waist.," said the lady. She chanted and the corset got tighter and tighter. Faye's heart started pumping more and more as the corset got tighter, to the 2nd rung. Her mistress explained this was just at 22 inches. The corset got tighter still, to the third rung. The pleasure was becoming more and more unbearable. The lady gave Faye 2 more potions to drink. The first one was the same as the one that had made her enjoy pain but she didn't recognize the other one. It was green. Her mistress explained that girls get excited differently to boy and this would make her enjoyment feel more like a girls. The corset continued its tightening, and Faye could feel the pain, causing her more and more pleasure. She could feel her little teeny weeny as she had called it when she was Fabian, throbbing and getting wet. Finally the corset buckled itself at the last rung. The pleasure was excruciating and Faye wanted more. The lady took a red dress out of the wardrobe. 'As a girly girl, I chose a rich ruby red for your dress. The fabric has life in it, by this I mean that it is not completely flat. It is woven to have narrow stripes divided by slightly crinkled bands. Made of rayon it has a slight sheen and so catches the light very well. It is of a good weight and hangs and moves well. The bodice is close fitting with pin tucks, peter pan collar, and cap sleeves. To allow for freedom of movement, two box pleats are set at the back of the bodice. Also gussets under the armpits so that the movement is not constricted. Fitted at the waist, the skirt is flared to become full at the hem to create free movement." The lady bade Faye to sit down at the make-up table, and just put her hands up. She picked up her left hand... Then she began by gently roughing up Faye's nails with a nail file. Each nail was lightly rubbed with a nail file. Faye looked at her hands, the nails on all 10 fingers looked like they were lightly frosted. Next, one-by-one on each fingertip she glued what were the longest talons Faye had ever seen. After finishing the left hand with the talon tips, she had Faye put it up under a warm lamp while she worked on the other hand. The lady began to round the ends of each nail... as she moved the file back and forth; she gripped each finger firmly right below the nail bed and rapidly filed the ends into an oval shape. A small container of white powder, almost the consistency and color of powdered sugar was opened. And another container of a clear liquid, which Faye first thought was water. But soon realized from the slight odor, it was now obvious it was a chemical and no water. The lady took a medium sized fine brush and dipped it in the clear liquid, then dipped it in the powder. The powder changed nearly instantly into a pasty off-white mass... The subsequent application of the substance on the brush was fascinating me. The lady put a small amount of it on the base of Faye's nails, and then smoothed it over the entire glued-on nail surface. She took quick strokes to smooth it, and cover the entire nail surface. After every application, she dried the brush on a paper towel and then repeated the dip-in-clear-liquid, dip-in-powder process and did the next nail. The lady then lightly buffed each nail smooth. A little dust remained all over the nails and Faye's hands. She instructed that Faye go over to the sink and wash her hands very well. Soap and dry, do it twice she asked - as she was walking, nervously, over to the sink in the bathroom. Faye did as requested... when she came back, the lady was holding a bottle of dark red nail polish. Soon, brush stroke by light brush stroke, the lady painted each of Faye's nails one at a time. After the left hand was done, she gently moved it over to a small fan. She then began to work on the right hand. She moved her right hand back to a small fan. The process was then repeated on each hand - Faye now had two coats of the dark red nail polish that under certain light appeared black. The lady then gave Faye a vial of a red drink, which Faye downed without question. The lady took Faye's left hand and began painting again with the dark red nail polish. This time though Faye felt an exhilaration similar to the one she felt when she was being tortured in the corset. She could feel wet down in her private parts. The lady noticed this and laughed. "You like this don't you. Well I've made it so that whenever I paint your nails, you will feel this pleasure. I'm going to give you 4 more coats of this amazing nail polish and I will paint and repaint them 3 times a day, each time giving you 6 coats. You're going to be longing for these sessions with me." As she finighed the 3rd coat she explained that from now she will wait for her nails to dry off naturally but as she waited she wanted Faye to repeat her words to her. Faye remembered them and began to repeat: ""I am a girl now. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am your daughter Faye. You are my mistress and I must obey everything you command me. I will become more and more girly. I will be dressed like a girl in whatever girly clothes my mistress tells me to wear. I will wear make up like a girl. I will have my hair grown longer and longer and it will be styled like a girls. I will have my nails grown longer and longer and they will be painted in whatever color my mistress decides. I will talk like a girl, and act like a girl at all times. I will wear high heels and my mistress will train me to wear higher and higher heels. I will become her obedient daughter with no thoughts of my own other than to serve her and become more and more her perfect little girl. I wish to become her more obedient daughter and willing slave girl." Faye kept repeating this over and over until the third coat had dried then was in ecstasy as her mistress applied the 4th coat. Again repeating her lines as they dried, which she did also for the 5th and 6th coat. By the end Faye had amazing long 3 inch nails that were gleaming in dark red. Next the lady began working on Faye's hair. It was already quite long so she shaped it, cutting off parts and styling other parts, until Faye's hair was shaped, flowing straight down to her shoulders. The lady muttered that soon it would grow and she would have long straight hair that would fall to her waist. They applied some fine chalk powder to her face. Extract from rose petals were used as rouge while another took a stick of kohl and gently lined her eyes with the black powder. Beeswax and red dye were mixed together and rubbed on her lips. . The kohl made her silver eyes brighter than usual. She wore a red dress, edged with red frills. Pearl earrings were fastened to her ears and a pearl head band completed her beauty preparation. "Now for the fun bit," said the lady. "My most favourite thing to wear that completes any outfit is my shoes and you shall be no different. Now let's see, your feet are 20 centimetres long. Slightly small for a child your age. That is good, I like small feet." Faye was instructed to place her foot again onto the lady's lap. The lady painted Faye's toes again, the same red as her nails. Feeling the same pleasurable sensation, she felt when her hands were being painted, she allowed herself to drift off as her toe nails dried only to be startled when she felt a sensation in her foot. SNAP. Wow that felt good, thought Faye. She looked across at the lady holding her other foot, snapping it with both her hands. Both her feet had been broken. The lady explained that doing so again again would prevent her foot from growing. "I want your feet to be small and dainty forever my child. Now walk barefoot. Before you get to walk with heels, I want you to learn how to walk like a girl without any shoes. Small delicate steps, my dear. Oh and you should feel the pain of your feet." Faye began to walk on the cold marbled floor. Searing fiery bursts pulsated around the wounded feet, intensifying with each dragging step, jarring and brutal. With each step the pain amplified, the bloody muscle quivered, her consciousness ebbed. Black mists swirled at the edges of her mind drawing her into sweet oblivion. She felt a whack, and came back to, listening to the lady's instructions on how she should walk. "Stand up straight with your hips at inner shoulder width apart. This is usually about six inches apart from instep to instep. Don't let your toes point out or in, but rather straight forward. Don't lock your knees. Loosen them up slightly, like you are getting ready to walk. Tuck your pelvis slightly. Pull your lower abdominal muscles inward. This will also shrink your waist and make it easier to stand up straight. Position your chin so that it is parallel to the ground. Keep your arms at your sides. Try to move your shoulder blades an inch closer together on your back. Drop your shoulders away from your ears. Pretend you are trying to touch the ceiling with the flat top of your head. You should grow in length by about an inch as you stretch out your spine and activate the muscles in your core. Return to this position any time you stand. To help keep a balanced figure, try balancing a book on your head while you hold proper posture Envision a line in front of you. Lift your thigh slightly on your dominant leg and set the foot down in front of you from heel to toe. Your step should be approximately the length of your foot. Repeat your step to start walking. Allow your hips to sway slightly in the direction of the leading foot. Women have a lower center of gravity and the hips naturally sway, especially when you are wearing heels Keep your shoulders upright and back. Don't lead with your head, chin, shoulders or chest. Your legs should lead the walk, taking advantage of strong legs and hips and a lower center of gravity. Repeat the process until you get in a rhythm. Remember that walking like a lady involves swaying the hips slightly, but not the shoulders. Don't try to take steps that are too large, or it will look unnatural." Faye listened intently and ignoring the pain in her feet, did as she was told, painted feet walking back and forth again and again barefoot on the cold surface. After what seemed like an eternity, the lady told her she was pleased and was now walking like a girl, that it was time to walk in heels. Faye was shown an impressive shoe/boot she wasn't sure. It was like nothing had ever seen in her life. I guess you call this a boot? It didn't look comfortable to wear as the lady helped Faye in the contrapment. The boot was open toed, meaning Faye's painted toes would be fully visible. Spaghetti straps of black patent shiny PVC, formed the top of the shoe. The spaghetti straps then wound round the back of her ankle and even thinner black straps wove round and round her foot, reaching her thighs. The heel itself was incredible. High, very high and was paper thin ending in a sharp spike at the base. They lady explained, that Faye's feet were a small 20cm long and the heel was 7 inches or around 18cm. She laughed as she told Faye that she would therefore have to stand on tiptoes to walk. Somehow this excited Faye. The lady cackled as she brought the straps up all the way up Faye's leg. She muttered something and as if by magic the straps began tightening, tighter and tighter around Faye's foot, then up around her ankle, then her legs and finally she felt the sharp black spaghetti straps tighten around her thigh. There was a buckle at the end and the lady fastened the buckle. Taking a padlock she padlocked each foot which a black spiky padlock that brushed against Faye's thighs, causing the needles of the padlock to prick her skin. WALK was the instruction from the lady. This was hard, Faye tried to stand and then fell back in her chair. The lady was not amused and told Faye to keep trying. Eventually after many attempts to stand up, Faye eventually did, and began taking small mincing steps on the marble floor. She felt a rush of pain, which was intoxicating, this pain turning to pleasure, as she walked round and round the chamber in her open toed 7 inch heeled boots. Her small feet on tiptoe. She walked and walked, her tiny feet mincing around the room, for ages, not knowing how long but enjoying the pain the coursed through her red painted toes, up her delicate feet, enjoying the pain caused by the black spaghetti straps wound unnaturally tight around her legs, digging in to her white skin. RUN was the instruction from the lady. Instantly she began running round the room in the extreme high heels, running on tiptoe on her dainty feet. The lady was impressed and told her to stop and resume position sitting up straight in her chair, telling her to hold her hands out for fresh painting of her nails. She felt she hadn't had them painted for a while, and was relieved to feel the soft brush against her nails with the amazing red nail polish, oh the smell. Faye's male private parts were throbbing with excitement. As she waited for them to dry the lady looked at her young disciple. "Have you guessed yet who I am?" the lady asked. Faye nodded. She knew, kind of knew for a while but couldn't help herself. The pain pleasure she felt was addictive, the girliness she was now becoming was like a drug also and she wanted more, she didn't care, Morgana had done this to her and she wanted more and more. "Morgana," replied the child that resembled a small girl, that once went by the name Fabien, and was now Faye. Morgana smiled, the child had accepted her already but now she wanted her to give herself completely to Morgana. "Faye, you're going to sit quietly now and start meditating, hands in your lap, eyes closed. No matter what happens, you don't open them until I say so. Now this drink is from the roots of the mandrake, drink it and it will help you meditate." Faye nodded, drank the liquid, then sat up in her chair and crossed her hands in her lap and closed her eyes. Her mind started to drift. She saw Camelot. Fabian's father was there, he was laughing at Fabian. He saw himself there, he was being beaten, not in the pleasant way Morgana did but terribly. Fabian's friends were there. Laughing at him, how did Fabian not see that. Fabian was a fool. Faye's vision altered, to her birth! There she was. A girl, she was born a girl. She was told her mother had died in child birth, she had never seen her mother. She looked up and saw her mother. It was Morgana. Morgana was her mother. Morgana cared for her, she was hers. She had visions of her childhood, Morgana raising her, dressing her, painting her nails, making her wear tight corsets, extreme high heels. This was a wonderful life. Then it all changed, she was taken by King Richard, he was not her father. By magic he was made a boy, his name changed and raised as the King's son. They feared the daughter of Morgana. She had been tricked. All this time. I am a girl, she thought, always have been. Morgana is my mother, always has been, I am on her side. I must be, she is the only one I can trust, I must do what she tells me. Another vision came up of her childhood, before she was taken. She saw Morgana, raising her up, to be like her. To be evil. Being evil made her excited, it exhilarated her, it sent waves and waves of pure joy. I want to be like that again she thought. I must be evil again, I will be evil again. Richard is my enemy, Camelot is my enemy, I am Morgana's daughter and princess of Avalon. I will help Morgana crush Camelot and take Excalibur and give it to Morgana. The visions came to an end and Morgana spoke softly in Faye's ear, "Wake up my child, open your eyes." Faye opened her eyes to see Morgana standing over her. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she could see her nails had grown longer, much longer, they were about 6 inches now and in desperate need of shaping and new nail varnish. Her unkempt hair was also much longer and flowed to her ankles. Morgana explained that the visions had lasted several years......she was now a teenager! Thanks to her amazingly tight corset, her waist was thinner. Her small frame more girly. She had grown a few inches too but Morgana said she would soon fix that. Morgana asked Faye to tell her what she had seen and what she thought the visions meant. Faye recounted all her visions to Morgana. "I am your daughter aren't I?" she asked. Morgana nodded, thrilled that her dark spells had so readily converted the King's son into believing he was a girl, her daughter no less. Now to complete her, she thought. "You were my daughter once, and if you want to be, you can be again." "Very much so," replied Faye. "Please make me your daughter again." "Very well," answered Morgana. "If you resist though it won't work. You have to be completely willing to undertake any change I make. You will be my daughter in every way. How I dress you, how you feel, how you act. You will be evil, completely evil. I won't take away any of your free will. I have enough mindless soulless slaves, no you will be free to act and think as you choose but you will choose to be my completely obedient daughter." "Please mistress," replied Faye. "I'll do anything." "Very well," said Morgana. CHAPTER 3 A teenage girl was brought into the room. She was about Faye's age, and completely naked. Red lines had been marked out around her private parts (both breasts and also down below) "Faye I'm going to turn you into a proper girl. That means ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus, vagina, vulva, mammary glands and breasts. See where I've marked out, I want you to cut deep as you can. You will be given her body parts and made a complete girl. Just for good measure and a great deal of pain, she will be conscious whilst you do this." Faye hesitated. He'd never caused pain to anyone before. Morgan shrieked in anger, and grabbed Faye by the hair. She held her down, and started tearing her hair out strand by strand, going deep into the roots. By the time she finished Faye was completely bald. "If you ever disobey me again, I'll strip you of all things girly and turn you back into a boy." With that Faye, immediately did Morgana's bidding, using her extremely long and sharp nails began cutting deep into the girl's flesh, ignoring the screaming girl. "STOP!" yelled Morgana. "You're ignoring her pain, I want you to feel it, to enjoy causing the pain to this innocent child. Feel it, love it, and relish causing pain. Feel the hate swell inside you. You hate all life except for me. Hate colors the soul. It spreads throughout the entire system, shutting down all other feelings, and becoming central to the life and the intent of the person. The object of the hatred may or may not be present, but the imagined words and hostile actions against the hated one can dominate at times. One turns her attention to other matters, and may for a time be driven in other directions, but then the wave of ill thoughts return with a vengeance. Once again the soul is colored completely, and all the negative energy that one can muster is thrown into the imagined ill will racing wildly around the mind. Hatred becomes a sickness of the mind, and of the heart. For where hatred has claimed possession, there is no room for love. Left unchecked, hate can completely poison the soul. Go again and this time take your time, hear her shrieks and enjoy it" Faye did as she was told and this time took her time, hearing the girl scream until she passed out. She brought the girl back to consciousness a few times so she could suffer some more which pleased Morgana. Faye started to relish the pain, it made her feel good seeing and hearing this suffering. Morgana smiled in approval when Faye had finished. Faye then slit the girl's throat on Morgana's command, without hesitation. Her first kill. Faye was then stripped of her clothes and told to lay on the bed having been told she would drift off to sleep whilst with Morgana using her magic, Faye's male parts were removed and replaced with new girly parts. Morgana then made some additional changes to her child. Using her magic she cut Faye open and took our heart, replacing it with a piece of a blackened heart taken out from her own heart. It would function to keep Faye alive but very weak but Morgana didn't plan for her child to have much activity to do. The original heart was put into a large vial and the vial sealed. Faye's blood was also drained, completely, Morgana keeping the blood in another large vial and sealing it. Taking a drop of her own blood she dropped it on the open heart piece inserted in Faye and by magic the blood spread through Faye's veins and around her body. Morgana then started changing Faye's DNA. This was thought impossible before but having studied epigenetics, Morgana learned this was possible using a magnetic field, easy for someone of her abilities to do. She had mapped her own DNA and creating a magnetic field around Faye, began to alter Faye's DNA to match that of her own. Faye's body began changing shape a little, wider hips, larger breasts, her feet slightly smaller, her waist a little smaller too. Her nose began changing shape, her eyes too and her facial shape. She started resembling Morgana as a teenager. Morgana had decided that her child would stay a young girl forever so made small change to Faye, removing her pituitary gland that produces and secretes growth hormone. All cartilage cells for bone growth were also completely removed apart from her nails.. Faye would no longer grow. She thought long and hard about the next change she wanted to make, to Faye's mind. She could remove her will completely but decided she wanted her daughter to have her own mind. Morgana wanted to have fun manipulating her daughter and turning her into her willing evil girl. However she wanted her memories from before she fell into her clutches removed. Using her powers she located Faye's memories up to the point where they met and cut the brain cells out storing these and again put these away safely. She then made sure all parts of the brain that enabled learning were removed and that her brain functions would be that of small child. Faye might have had the body of a teenage girl, with large protruding breasts but her mind was that of a little girl, fascinated and obeying her mother. Morgana grinned with the last change she was making. It wasn't well known that a person's sexual arousal is not from the organs but starts in the brain. Working the magnetic field created, Morgana located the part of the brain that controlled sexual arousal, enhancing it, exponentially. Any arousing thoughts Faye had would send her into a frenzy. OOOOH she thought. She remembered one of her subjects in Avalon suffering this condition. It made her constantly horny. She was brought to Morgana for study. The condition was named, Permanent Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS). She recalled how it came about and the gene abnormalities that caused it. Working the magnetic field she made the necessary changes to Faye. Not only was Faye going to have enhanced arousal signals from her brain, she would be permanently aroused, forever. For good measure she made an adjustment to her vagina. It would be tight and remain tight no matter what. When she awoke, she was told to stand and look at her naked body. She had a vagina, a real one. That excited her and she could feel a wetness there from the excitement. Morgana explained that girls feel that when aroused. Her nipples were different too and became perky from being excited. Morgana explained that she would now do something about her hair. Taking strands of hair that Morgana had grown and kept Morgana began embedding them onto Faye's bald head. By the time she was finished some hours later, Faye had long hair falling to below her ankles, the same color and style as Morgana. Morgana brushed her hair with a gold brush, and Faye began to feel aroused again. Taking her hands, Morgana sat the naked girl down on the chair and began filing and shaping her long 6 inch nails. Taking a fresh bottle of nail polish, she began painting Faye's nails, BLACK. A deep black. Faye felt a powerful tingling sensation, in her fanny, more powerful than ever before. Becoming more and more aroused as each stroke of black nail polish adorned her fingers. Her pussy becoming wet, more and more wet after each stroke. Morgana explained that this arousal would continue and each time she was nail varnished she would feel this amazing wetness in her pussy. Soon, brush stroke by light brush stroke, the lady painted each of Faye's nails one at a time. After the left hand was done, she gently moved it over to a small fan. She then began to work on the right hand. She moved her right hand back to a small fan. The process was then repeated on each hand five more times - Faye now had five coats of the dark black nail polish. CHAPTER 4 "I have some very interesting panties for you to wear. Well actually they're not panties, it's called a C String.," said Morgana pulling out a very small item that looked like a loin cloth. The front part was like the front part of a normal style of G-string. This was made of a black lacy see through material. The band 1mm thin and was curved to form a C-shape which wrapped around the bum crack to hold the C- String snugly in place" Faye spread her feet a little, and placed the front lacy area up against her lady parts. The c-string just kind of knew where it's supposed to go (Faye's butt crack) and lays there snuggly. It then began to vibrate gently. "This will constantly vibrate for you my girl making you wetter and wetter, but you aren't going to cum. It also sends waves of pure energy up your little fanny, all the way up deeper and deeper all the way to the back of your uterus. Faye was visibly dripping, with pre seminal fluid, her c string already soaked through. The pleasure was unbearable and she was desperate for release but couldn't. I'd like you to meet this corset maker who has made some ingenious corsets for you her child. Morgana brought out a stunning black satin corset. The corset had a busk opening and lace up the back. This corset had a sweet heart line to create amazing cleavage. Each corset has a vanity panel at the back to cover the lacing and has 6 suspended loops. The corset has 12 steel bones and 2 spiral bones. A corset can reduce your waist by up to 6 inches to give you an amazing hourglass shape but this one will reduce it by 8 inches. Faye had a very good, very mature figure for her age. her breasts were full and well-shaped, her waist was much smaller than anyone her age, and her hips and bottom looked fine. But when Morgana and the corset maker fastened the busk, as Faye learnt it was called, and began to haul in the laces, her figure began to look incredible. Strangely, the feeling was quite incredible too. The corset was neither very rigidly boned nor very long in relation to the models Faye worse before as matter of course. However, Faye found the feeling of firmness and compression, particularly over her tummy and bottom, very pleasant. The corset maker saw her smile. "There," she said to Morgana, "Faye would be a good subject. they could have started her with a training corset right from the word 'go'." The lacing was completed to their satisfaction, after a few rests, and the suspenders were fastened securely to serious looking lisle stockings, and, apart from a few aches - particularly when Faye bent to put on her new high heeled court shoes - Faye felt just fine. The corset was not high enough to reach her bosom but it was tight enough to force a lot of surplus flesh and fat up to it. The corset maker had anticipated this and helped her on with a new quite firm but agreeably much larger bra. her bust seemed much bigger and so beautifully shaped. "No no no," screamed Morgana. "My daughter looks far too comfortable. I want her squeezed tighter. Time to bring the Rubber Maiden." Before Faye could even try on her new corsets Faye had to spend as much time 'as was necessary' in what her mother called the Rubber Maiden. Morgana helped her off with the corset Faye was wearing and the corset maker unwrapped an incredible garment. The Rubber Maiden looked like a big doll made of thick latex. It was boned and laced right down the back and along the legs and arms. Heavy looking zips would fasten over the laces. Morgana and the corset maker tugged the Rubber Maiden over her legs and up her trunk. They loosened the laces on the arms just sufficiently so that her arms could be squeezed in. Then they began to pull in the laces. The latex was thick, and there was little give. Faye felt totally enclosed by it and the whole effect was rather impossible to take in. The laces were finally closed and they pulled the zips shut. Faye was quite helpless and Morgana and the corset maker began to pull an all-enveloping latex hood down over her head There was a hole by her nostrils for her to breathe but that was all. Then Faye felt a corset being fastened and laced onto her body so tightly that Faye could not imagine being able to breathe at all. Faye must have fainted because, when Faye woke up, the room was dark. Strangely, the feeling of intense constriction was not disagreeable. Morgana was close by because she must have felt her wake up and Faye could feel her caressing her legs and arms through the latex. They told her afterwards that Faye stayed in the Rubber Maiden for two days without being released and, apart from brief respite for hygienic an d sanitary purposes, Faye stayed in it for another week. When Faye was finally released, Faye cried, because she missed the tightness. Morgana said that soon Faye should regard it as an old friend. As soon as Faye put on any weight at all the Rubber Maiden would be strapped on until it was gone. For the moment, though, their object had been achieved and Faye was now small enough to wear the new training corset. This was like nothing Faye could ever have imagined and even Morgana was astounded at it. It stretched from her neck to her knees and was almost solidly boned with rigid steel stays. It sounded quite frightening but the corset maker said that wearing it constantly for a period of time would crush and bend her ribs so that her 'normal' day and night corsets would find her body almost the right shape to be able to adapt to the kind of reduction planned for her. Again, there would be times when Faye should have to go back to wearing the training corset for a few weeks continuously. Morgana told her later that they managed in the space of a month to reduce her waist to sixteen inches. Faye had literally been encased, rigid, quite unable to move, for nearly six weeks now. The corset maker suggested that it was time for her to get some exercise, because her muscles would get too weak otherwise. The training corset was removed and quickly replaced by her new day corset, which laced easily and quickly to her new shape except for the last two inches - which demanded some extra pulling and tugging on the stay laces to close the corset properly. Morgana proudly measured Faye's new waist and it was only fifteen inches. The corset maker said that she had never achieved such reduction so quickly before. "That's modern technology for you!" laughed Morgana. Faye practiced walking about indoors on heels that were seven inches high and found it very strange after such a long period of complete inactivity. The feel of her new day corset was completely different to anything Faye had ever experienced before. Faye had lost a lot of weight in the Rubber Maiden and they were quite right when they said that the continuous wearing of the training corset would actually change the shape of her rib cage so that it would cave in immediately below her bust. The corset was tremendously tight, but Faye felt she could still pull herself in so as to relieve the pressure. When Faye commented on this, Morgana and the corset maker were very pleased. Faye really enjoyed pain quite distinctly - the continuous discomfort - her inability to move herself into a comfortable position in bed - to move at all in bed! Not to mention the long leather gloves Faye wore. Even they had boning in them so that her arms were kept straight and immovable. You won't believe it, but they were laced tight too - even each individual finger with only her long six in nails coming through the gloves. Sometimes Morgana used to haul them up with straps to a hook on the ceiling because it would make them smaller. Her poor feet, too! They were bandaged with wet linen after her toes had been bent under one another. Then Morgana would dry the linen with the hair dryer and the linen would shrink and compress her toes and feet. Then, again, during this training period and even now, hard tight leather cases would be drawn onto each leg up to the knee and laced as tight as could be. Morgana had reduced her shoe size by two. All this was agony but, somehow, Morgana managed to convince her that the pain was not only necessary, but could be enjoyable. Morgana interrupted her thoughts. Faye had been talking to Morgana about the fact that the day corset still allowed her to suck in her tummy a little bit. "Just you wait until tonight, darling. Once they've got your night corset on Faye think you will find that quite impossible." Faye wasn't the least bit upset at the news, and looked forward to trying on this new garment quite eagerly. To her astonishment the corset maker produced a corset just as rigid and indented as the one Faye was wearing but with legs on it Each leg was boned and laced separately and they were long enough to reach her knees. Faye couldn't wait to try it and agreed. "They'll do it really quickly, because you've reached that happy stage where to be without a corset for even a few minutes now will be really unpleasant." It was true. Her body was now so used to the constant and unrelenting pressure of the stays that Faye felt she would fall to pieces when the stay lace was untied. Quickly the corset with legs was fastened and laced. The boning went right down the back and front of each leg so Faye certainly had less, rather than more, mobility - particularly when the leg sections were tightly laced. It feels very strange from her knees downward. Then Morgana produced a pair of boots with heels as high as the ones Faye had been wearing. The only difference was they were of very strong and supple leather, had boning in them and laced all the way down the back. Faye guessed that they would reach well above her knees and they did! They were laced as tight as they would go and Faye realized that most of her body was now tight laced. Faye said as much and Morgana said that the plan was to corset her completely. Faye found the idea thrilling particularly when they stood her up on her heels and Morgana challenged her to walk. Every inch of her below her armpits was now firmly, and tightly contained. The legged corset with its continuous boning and the boned boots coming up over her knees made movement almost impossible but Faye found that tiny steps were still possible and teetered triumphantly across the room to the cheval glass. Faye truly was an astonishing sight, and she nearly swooned with pleasure at this vision of artificial control and discipline, combined with the feelings that this degree of lacing gave her inside. It seemed as if all her sexuality had been squeezed and compressed into one place - its natural home - and every movement seemed to be intensely exciting. The picture Faye saw of herself in the mirror was fantastic, and Faye could hardly recognize herself. her waist was so tiny it seemed as if would break and expanded upwards into large but exquisitely formed breasts and below into voluptuous hips made even more attractive by her exposed bottom, hips and tummy. "How can I sit down?" Faye asked. "You can't!" said Morgana, "Ever!" The corset maker had had delivered during her time in the training corset a kind of reclining padded frame. This was now in the corner of the bedroom and she invited to rest against it. Even this was a bit bizarre. They put her high stiletto heels into slots at the bottom of the frame and fastened six broad rubber belts across her helpless body and pulled them tight 'so that Faye shouldn't fall! Morgana and the corset maker reminded her about her comment a little earlier about being completely corseted. The feelings created by her corseted body being forced against the frame had created new enjoyable sensations. The corset maker produced several other items of apparel. Underwear? Faye really can't think of the right word! Faye couldn't even work out what some of them were. First of all they loosened the rubber straps above her waist and took off her bra. They substituted a very formidable device. Faye had to extend her arms out in front of her - they were the only limbs Faye could still move! Morgana pulled on a hard leather sort of tee shirt opened down the back with the ubiquitous lace holes down either side. It covered her shoulders but in front, over her bosom the leather became far more soft and supple, and there were beautifully worked cups for her breasts. Of course the whole thing was rigidly, boned. Morgana threaded the laces through and fastened the whole thing with metal clips to a row of metal rings all-round the top of her corset proper. Then they pulled it in, massaging the superfluous flesh into the cups. Her bosom was raised and hoisted up and projected rigidly in front of her. Her arms, held in the boned leather sleeves to half way down her upper arms, had their short-lived ability to move abruptly removed. And a kind of metal frame sewed firmly to the garment was the sort of shoulder brace that an orthopedic surgeon might prescribe for someone who was really deformed. This, the corset maker actually screwed tight. It forced her poor shoulders back so much. The plus point was that it made her breasts even more prominent. They were forced against the supple leather bra and made her whole bosom completely rigid-and very, very elegant. They had not finished. The frame had secrets, and Faye realized that with the straps now refastened, her boots now firmly strapped to the bottom and chains attached to metal rings on the shoulders of her leather bra. Faye was in the relentless grip of a mediaeval rack. The corset maker flipped a switch, and Faye felt herself being squashed downwards. Most of her was quite small anyway so the main effort went into her neck. She did it very gradually and carefully, and it only hurt a little. Then they fastened on her what Faye can only call a neck corset which cupped her shoulders below and her chin above - and, of course, laced it tight. The corset maker then released the rack so that the corset kept her neck squashed" I think we can shorten her quite a bit more in time," said the corset maker, and she stood back and looked at her critically. While Faye 'rested', they finished off her arms with really tight leather gloves coming well over the leather sleeves at the top to which they were securely fastened. Faye really felt that there was nothing more than they could do to her. But then came the coup de grace! Morgana asked her to open her mouth and, as Faye did so, pushed in a ball of soft rubber. A thick rubber and leather hood was pulled firmly down over her gagged mouth and fastened to the neck corset. Faye could see herself in a long mirror through eye openings in the mask and Faye realized that, finally, Faye was completely corseted. A surge of excitement shot through her helpless body and deep inside her overwhelming waves of pleasure completely overcame her! The corset maker and Morgana smiled at each other in their complicity at her joy and they released the straps and stood her up. Now everything was very, very very tight on her. Faye couldn't speak because of the gag and the mask, but if Faye could Faye would have sung with joy. Oh, yes, it hurt! It hurt like hell - but all the pain was worthwhile when Faye saw the finished product in the mirror. Each slight movement Faye made - and Faye could only make slight movements - brought new sensations and new pleasures. When Faye woke up they were both still in the bedroom with her. Morgana had taken the opportunity to change her corset. "Now your figure control gets more and more stringent Faye have promised to discipline her own figure more and more severely," she explained. Faye couldn't speak of course, but Faye remember wondering, helpless as Faye was, what the future held in store for her. Faye was soon to find out. What Faye had been wearing was merely a subtle refinement of the training corset. Now they swiftly changed the legged corset for the ordinary day corset again. In the process they removed only those extra items that were in the way. So Faye found herself standing in front of the mirror, still with her neck confined and her shoulders firmly braced, and her poor body (lucky body?) corseted, suspendered, stockinged and booted. The head mask had gone and although Faye still wore cripplingly tight gloves, Faye could move her arms a little. The slight freedom Faye had regained made her feel positively free and easy! Morgana measured Faye from head to toe. She looked displeased and called for the corset maker. "She's still far too big!" yelled Morgana at the dress maker. "This is how big she was when she arrived and look she's still much bigger. Your cruel devices have shrunk her but still not enough!" "You want me to make her as small as that? That's like a 6 or 7 year old child? What about her breasts?" asked the corset maker. "NO!" yelled Morgana. "I want her smaller than that much smaller, but with her breasts enlarged!" "There's one device I haven't tried yet," replied the corset maker. "Its experimental but it might work. It's called fiber glass." "It better do," warned Morgana. "For your sake. I also want you to insert this new invention of mine in her before you start" "This is my new invention my child. Once it is inserted in to you, it will become activated. With a just a thought from me it can grow, pulsate, vibrate, and even apply some arousing or very painful electric shocks waves if you misbehave." Immediately, it was inserted deeply into Faye. Some sort of conductive, glossy fuchsia-purple colored lace was pulled through the fourteen tubes like the laces of a corset. Conductive cold metal orbs were added where the laces crossed each other. Six orbs stringed onto the laces doing its most arousing work, decorating and protecting Faye's most private parts. The laces were pulled tighter as her legs were pushed together again. Then they were securely knotted and the excess cut off. "These are conductive laces," said Morgana to the corset maker. "I can even connect some inductive emitting device for additional arousal or punishment. Even now it would be easily possible to put her in an infinite state of ecstasy until she is a puppet on a string, will-less and most submissive, doing everything at my command to get released, or to put her in pain that she would wish never to be born. In any case, I will have absolute full control over her." Faye was put into thigh-high, high-heeled boots that were two inches higher than the ones she was wearing, and were made out of unforgiving pre-molded fiberglass. A heavy and very oily substance was applied over her ultra-sheer stockings and then Faye's feet were forced into the moulds. Even with the slippery substance, and the sleek stockings and the boots wide open, it took a while to get her feet into the unyielding fiberglass boots. Finally, the boots were closed by studs, bolts and straps. Tighter and tighter they grew until Morgana was satisfied with the result. Faye's feet and legs and thighs were rigorously shaped to the pre-moulded forms of the boots. Faye was mounted on a revolving frame, and a molded absolutely unyielding fiber-glass corset encased her body. It shaped her body as did the corset she had been put in before, but it was more demanding. Faye thought her ribs or the corset would break under the immense pressure. Her breathing was very rapid and shallow to non-existent, but the corset was still tightened more. At least two dozen screws and bolts were turned and twisted until it was completely closed and snapped shut. The tightening device with its bolts and screws was removed, leaving Faye in a non-removable plastic mold corseted permanently to unbelievable extremes. Her waist measured now less than 15 inches, with a 4? inch stem. The incorporated posture control pulled her shoulders impossibly far back and the built-in fiber-glass pre-molded cups pushed her breasts high up. Even for Faye's nipples there were some pre-molded tubes incorporated. With a strong vacuum pump, her nipples were sucked through the pre- molded and endlessly long tubes until they were filled completely. All kinds of probes, tubes and cables were pushed into my her private parts. Finally, a fiberglass chastity belt was attached to the corset - everything was absolutely air- and leak-tight sealed. "So my dear," said Morgana, "this will be your basic foundation for the next week or so. I have full control over you in case you don't behave and obey as I expect. As long as you are secured on the frame I will demonstrated a mild remainder to you so you know what I mean and so you don't get too surprised." All of a sudden, Faye's muscles started to wince uncontrollably and, worse, she could not even control her bodily functions anymore. All of Faye's muscles obeyed the remote control to Morgana's wish. An uncontrolled and "unauthorized" peeing was another reason for punishment. "Now what?" asked Morgana. "This alone wont make her into the desired little girl I seek to make her." "Well we need to make her smaller by crushing her more and more, but also by removing her water inside her and replacing with these molecules. They will keep her alive as water does but whereas water expands, these contract.," replied the corset maker. Faye was placed in a sort of sleeping bag made out of thick and heavy rubber. It was closed air-tight as well - only her head stayed uncovered. Then a hose was connected to the bag and hot and humid air was blown in to it. Immediately Faye started sweat like hell. Every few minutes, some of the remote control knobs were turned and pushed, doing all kinds of things to her. After some time struggling and sweating, a tube was pushed through her gag and lots of terrible- tasting liquid was poured into her. Heat was continuously pumped into the sleeping bag, putting lots of additional pressure onto her whole body. She felt her muscles become soft and relaxed. She could not even move her fingers a fraction of an inch. Small amounts of liquids were pumped into Faye continuously, and the sweat ran over her face like a waterfall. Faye felt the pressure growing again and the unforgiving mold which shaped her body. A sort of heavy nightgown with a hood was pulled over her and the sleeping bag and then it was connected to an tube which ran to the open fire in the middle of the room. Within a few minutes, that she got really hot inside the thick rubber bag. The temperature got hot