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THE SHRINKWRAP MACHINE (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2011 - Angela Browning The noise of preparation was intense. "Hi, Angela?" asked Gerry in between shouting instructions to his crew. "Yes, in person," quipped Angela giving him her little presentation wiggle. "I am so relieved, glad you're here," greeted Gerry warmly, "you can probably guess that this is our first Bondage Convention." Angela looked around at the chaos and the people assembling the booth. Nice looking guys dressed in black pants and black shirts. They all stopped to look at her. Angela was used to that. She liked being surrounded by men. "Of course, we usually do trade shows, industrial packaging." He saw Angela's puzzled look. "I know. It's not very sexy but we're here with a new product and a great show that will generate some excitement." "Hmm," mused Angela, "I was thinking..." "You were thinking that you were in the wrong place. Right?" "Er, yes, well..." "That's ok. I get it, but stick with me and I'll show you what we're doing," smiled Gerry confidently. Angela liked his direct manner. "We're promoting our new shrinkwrap. It's better than the stuff that people use right now. Of course, you know that we do automated packaging and bondage is not our field, but let me show you the machine we have with us and see if you warm up to it." "A machine?" asked Angela. "Yes, back behind these curtains, let's do a private demonstration." Gerry held the curtain for Angela and as she went through, the crew who had been pretending to be busy erecting their booth looked at Gerry hopefully. Gerry followed Angela and presented her his pride. It was a machine that looked like a display. A waist high platform with four posts, a top, and folded mechanical arms. A life sized mannequin stood in the center. Gerry flipped a switch and the presentation lights inside the posts came on. "Ok, this is how it works, we built it just for the convention," he said pleased with himself. He flipped switches and the mannequin started to turn slowly. More switches and a roll of film on a mechanical arm started wrapping from the ankles up the legs and up the torso until it reached the shoulders. "This machine gauges the shape and adjusts the wrap accordingly. It also has soft zone features to make it gentle around delicate parts," said Gerry in his presentation voice. Then the arm with the roll made some clever movements and the wrap went over the shoulders and then traveled back down. The mannequin revolved slowly. The wrap sealed off at the ankles and the roll retracted. "It's very seductive," said Angela with a gleam in her eye. "It gets better," said Gerry with pride. "This is our new shrinkwrap and when we apply gentle heat it shrinks, toughens up and clings to the layer beneath it. That's why there are two layers wrapped in two directions." "Oh, yes, I've seen shrinkwrap. You use hairdryers to tighten it up, right?" "Yes, but watch the next step," said Gerry excitedly. Mechanical arms, each with a heat gun on the end played up and down the mannequin as it turned. "You see? Robotics at work. The machine applies just the right amount of gentle heat and follows the contours of the object being shrinkwrapped." Gerry eyed Angela with excitement as he said the word 'contours'. Angela pretended not to notice. The shrinkwrap became tight and the mannequin glistened in the display lights as it turned. "And you want me to do that? Be in that machine?" asked Angela. "W-w-w-well," Gerry stuttered flustered, his face fell as he feared the worst. "Well, we've never actually tried it on a real person. We rushed it into production for this convention. But we've put a ton of hours into it and we, my engineers, are sure it will be safe. I know it's very 'last minute'." He looked down and wrung his hands. "That's ok," said Angela confidently. "We'll give it a try." "Great! Wonderful!" exclaimed Gerry. "We'll get the mannequin unwrapped and drive the display to the front of the booth ready for the show. It has its own battery power and we walk behind it to steer. I was thinking that we would wrap the mannequin again as a warm-up for the cameras and then you could try it." "The cameras?" "Ok, I confess," joked Gerry, "we're trying to get attention for our company in a boring business. By doing something sensational at this convention we will achieve notoriety." "By getting me helpless and vulnerable in front of all those people?" smiled Angela making fun of Gerry's discomfort. "Er, yes, I suppose. If that's all right with you." "That's fine, but we need some music." "Perfect," said Gerry as if he was let off the embarrassing hook, "we have a sound system built into the machine." "That's good, anything loud and throbbing," said Angela running the show through her head. "How am I going to stay on the turntable and not fall off while it's turning?" "Oh, yes, look at this," said Gerry as he pointed out a feature on the turntable. "There are ankle straps to keep you in the center and hanging from the top of the display is a harness that we strap on you that turns with the turntable." "That looks good, I can be secure and not overbalance," said Angela comforted. "You guys sure went to a lot of trouble just for me." "Yes," said Gerry, "you should have seen the excitement at the design and testing sessions when we found out that you were going to be our model." Angela laughed. As Gerry followed her back through the curtain he gave a thumbs up behind her back to the crew. They looked joyous and gave each other big grins. Angela turned her head and smiled to herself. The wrapping machine was prepared and driven to the front of the booth. "Put it where the most people can get to watch," shouted Gerry. They had a corner booth at a crossroads at the convention which gave the maximum number of people a view. The mannequin turned slowly in the display lights. Music was chosen. "We're going to start the show at 10," said Gerry, "and then the general public comes in at 12." "Ok," said Angela, "I'll get ready." The booth guys all looked good in their black pants and black shirts and Angela decided to wear black too. The cameras arrived first. Being early would make all the difference if the show was going to be crowded. The crews had been told that it was going to be a sensational show. The crowd started to build, all people in the bondage trade. Businessmen, camera people and models. "This show had better be good," thought Gerry to himself as he surveyed the crowd. He had presented at tradeshows before but never had he seen so much excitement. People at the back of the crowd were standing on chairs and booth counters to get a better view. Gerry climbed on the counter of his booth alongside the display. "Ladies and gentlemen," said Gerry through the speakers. He chuckled at how corny it sounded. "You've read our handouts and you know who we are. You know that we create industrial packaging solutions. This morning we have a show for you! Something that has not been tried before. Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to machine package the lovely Angela." Hoots, whistles and applause came from the eager crowd. "We are running out of time," said Gerry quietly "we're going to have to skip the mannequin and go straight to you. Are you ready Angela?" "Ready as ever," she said boldly. "Ok, people, get the mannequin off the display, Angela's going straight for it." The mannequin was removed and Angela climbed up on the display. All eyes were on her. "We couldn't decide who was going to prep Angela," said Gerry confidingly into the microphone, "we all wanted to do it. Instead for the sake of art, we invited two volunteers from another booth who know their stuff." Then with pride he said, "I present to you Angela!" The crowd cheered. Many of them knew her or knew of her. Angela stood proudly and threw off her long coat. The audience gasped and applauded. Some whistled. She stood there in all her glory in a flattering black catsuit that fitted her like a glove from her neck to her wrists to her ankles. The simplicity of her costume enhanced all her womanly features. It was as if she was under a magnifying glass. The crowd pressed forward. The two volunteers climbed up with Angela. After waving to their friends and making sure their faces were going to be on the evening news they went to work. Angela was expertly strapped into the harness hanging from the top of the display. Straps went under her arms, around her chest below her breasts and the harness was attached to the anchor points above her. One of the volunteers strapped Angela's ankles together in the center of the turntable. She looked fine, like a statue in the display. Her arms were still free and the volunteers took a half width roll of shrinkwrap and wrapped Angela's wrists together behind her back. Then they wrapped her elbows as close together as they could. Angela's breasts became proudly prominent. She had nowhere to hide. This shrinkwrap was going to tighten too when the heat was applied. The crowd was enjoying the show and shouts of encouragement came from some of the rowdier members. Angela stood there erect and proud, shapely and stark, enjoying the moment. "Do you have any last words before we throw the switch and package you?" asked Gerry dramatically as he held the microphone close to Angela. Angela was turned on by the excitement and at that moment her nipples hardened and visibly protruded against the stretchy fabric. A cheer came from the audience which made Angela give one of her big warm smiles. "OOH! It must be cold in here!" She giggled and wriggled and the crowd laughed and applauded. Angela was silenced when the volunteers forced a ballgag between her teeth and buckled it tightly. All she could do was to make eyes and wriggle seductively. There was no turning back. "Are we ready?" shouted Gerry, and the crowd roared. "Yes! Do it! Do it!" "Ok, here we go!" Gerry threw the switch and the turntable began to turn. Angela rotated slowly. The crowd reacted to the shrinkwrap roll arm coming towards Angela's ankles. It started to wrap, slowly up her legs, slowly up her thighs firmly holding her. She was becoming rigidly mummified. As she turned the shrinkwrap went around her hips, over her waist covering her arms which were pinned behind her. Angela could feel the beginnings of compression. She enjoyed the feeling. It was especially exciting to be feeling as she did in front of all these appreciative people. "Watch how the machine handles soft zones and contours," shouted Gerry through the microphone above the noise of the partying crowd. Every eye was on Angela as she slowly revolved. Then, the inevitable moment everyone was waiting for. Her breasts became wrapped alluringly in the shiny film which compressed and rounded them. Another appreciative cheer broke out and Angela knew that victory and glory were hers. The wrapping machine covered Angela's shoulders and wrapped back down her body. She felt warm and snug. The film held her tightly and stiffened her movements. As the roll of shrinkwrap sealed off at her ankles, Angela saw the mechanical arms with the heat guns begin to move. The shiny silver arms had been programmed to put on a show and they waved wildly to the music as a display in automatic control before settling in to the task of heating the shrinkwrap evenly. Angela felt the shrinkwrap tighten and stiffen. She was trapped, firmly held in a sexy see through cocoon. The crowd was enthusiastic and applauded and shouted her name. As she came around to face the audience Gerry held the microphone to her mouth and asked if she had anything to say. Angela made a muffled noise through her gag and Gerry translated for her. "Angela said that she loves you all and hopes to spend some time with her friends during the convention." The crowd applauded and started to disperse, they had work of their own to take care of before the convention opened to the public. "Thank you all for coming and being a part of the show," shouted Gerry as he jumped down from the counter. The booth guys stood with their mouths open looking up at Angela. "We now have our own booth goddess," said one of them proudly. She glistened as she slowly rotated. Angela tried to bend and wriggle but it was impossible. She had been encased in industrial strength shrinkwrap that compressed and matched her shape perfectly. She loved how it made her feel and look. Angela enjoyed public predicaments and exhibition. She liked being leered at when there was no escape. "Men are so lecherous when a girl is helpless," she thought. "Ok, get this show on the road," shouted Gerry. He looked up at Angela admiringly. What a trophy. His booth was really on the map. "Is it ok if we take you for a spin to let the other vendors get a look at you, Angela?" asked Gerry. He looked pleadingly up at her as she slowly revolved. The silence seemed to last forever. Everyone watched her for a sign. "Mmmpft!" said Angela. "I think she said 'yes'," said one of the booth guys. "Ok, that's it!" said Gerry. "We'll take turns wheeling her around the convention. You go first. Take a radio," he said pointing to an eager face. Angela revolved helplessly as the display slowly drove off into the convention being driven by the happy guy walking behind it. Gerry went back to his interviews in front of the cameras. Angela revolved her way slowly and helplessly around the convention. Up and down the aisles. People stopped to look and enjoy the sight of her tightly clad in plastic. Angela could do nothing to stop or get off the display. She had no choice but to go with the show. The gag made it impossible for her to tell the driver to stop. The music from the display drowned out any attempt she made at communicating. Back at the booth everyone was busy finishing up. They were going to cater to the press and then feed some of the huge crowd expected when the public came in. The booth guy steering the display slowly through the aisles got a call on the radio. The food was ready at the food court and needed to be picked up. "Ok, I'll go take a look," he replied excitedly. Instead of aimlessly going up and down the aisles he now had a destination. He headed for the restaurant area and parked Angela outside. There she stood, still tightly wrapped and revolving slowly. She looked good. He went inside and asked about the food. There was a huge amount. "You're going to need some help," the manager said, "let's load you up on a service cart and maybe you can make one trip." Piled high with good smelling food on a service cart and with a restaurant worker along to help carry more stuff and return the cart, booth guy arrived back at the booth where he was welcomed like a hero. Food flowed and as the public stormed the castle, the food became a full time job. "You would think that some of these people hadn't eaten in days," said Gerry enjoying a sandwich. "By the way," he said looking around the booth at the guys, "who's got Angela?" "Oh, NO!" yelled the booth guy who had returned with the food, "I left her outside the restaurant!" "Get there fast!" shouted Gerry as they tried to run towards the restaurant pushing their way through the heavy crowd. "She's gone!" shouted the first to arrive. "Someone's hijacked her!" shouted another. "Get on the radio and tell the others to abandon the booth and spread out to find her as fast as possible," yelled the exasperated Gerry. The men fanned out desperately looking for Angela and the display. Someone told them that she had gone past about 20 minutes ago. "She had her own crowd of enthusiasts. Her own mini riot." Another said that she had been seen going another way. "I saw her about ten minutes ago," he said, "she went past with her crowd of cheering fans! I thought it was part of the convention. She was packaged tightly and unable to defend herself. " "I know," said Gerry, "and the worst part is that we gagged her too!" "She did look good though," said the vendor to himself as Gerry ran off. A crowd was driving her around the convention! Security was alerted and the exits were watched but Angela was nowhere to be found. Stress was the main motivator as the booth guys feverishly tried to track Angela down. "They could take her anywhere!" cried Gerry, "she was completely helpless and gagged!" Despair and desperation set in as Gerry and his men wandered through the convention. They had lost Angela and their newest and best machine. The bottom had fallen out of their show. Now they really would be on the evening news big time. Gerry's radio crackled. "The Lost and Found! They have her!" "The Lost and Found!" screamed Gerry, "She's at the Lost Property? That's the last place we would have looked! Tell everyone to meet us there!" Gerry arrived at the Lost and Found just outside the convention center in the lobby. "There she is!" he gasped relieved. The display was parked in front of the desk. The lights were still shining brightly, the music played and tightly packaged Angela still turned slowly. Gerry jumped up on the platform. He turned off the turntable and removed Angela's gag. "Are you ok?" he sobbed. Angela spluttered. "Wipe my mouth, please, I've been drooling," said Angela. Gerry wiped her mouth carefully with his sleeve as their eyes met. "I'm really sorry," he said quietly. "I'm fine," said Angela as Gerry's face was close to hers. "It really feels great," she said as she savored the intimate moment that they shared in full public view. Gerry's eyes gazed deeply into Angela's for a moment. Angela smiled and Gerry hugged her. "Help me get her out of the display! Be as gentle as possible," he called to his men. "How can I ever make it up to you?" Gerry asked with sincerity. "Well," said Angela enjoying the moment, "you can start by finding me one of those delicious looking sandwiches!" Angela Browning (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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