The collector thought for many days about a fitting punishment for this young beauty who was so arrogant about her driving...
Finally he took her out of the display case for what would be the final time.
"First I'll have a bit of fun with you, then I'll make a few changes and return you to where you came from."
While Annie was still immobilized and doll sized, he looped some thread around her ankles and wrists, and tied her to a dolls bed he kept for just such an occasion.
With a flash from one of his devices he returned her to normal size, bringing the bed, and the thread (now rope) with her.
Annie began to protest, "Where am I? What have you done to me."
"Done? Very little, yet." Was the collector's reply. With that he stuffed an old rag into her mouth and Covered it with some Duct-Tape.
Annie tried to continue her protest, but all she could manage was a "Mmmfff" sound.
"Better..." said the collector. He began to finger her pussy lips, and examine her lovely young face. "I think I deserve a bit of fun after the abuse you heaped upon me the other day..."
In the hours that followed he performed every imaginable sexual act and perversion on the helpless Annie. He probed, used and abused every orifice of her body, slapping her when he felt she was resisting. Her nipples were stretched, bitten and twisted. After giving her a good fucking, he stuffed any object which took his fancy into her pussy, just to study the effect. He found a certain twisted amusement in stuffing the stems of two dozen thorny long-stemmed roses up her ass.
"Perhaps I should keep you as a vase? It could be amusing, but ... No there is something more suitable for your crime!"
"I'll let you heal for a day or two, then I have a couple of special devices which should make you a bit more suitable for my plan."
"Pity though, you were kind of cute. And, all things considered, not a bad lay. I'm sorry your husband will have to miss that."
There was another flash; Annie found herself about the size of a large house-cat.
"I'll just lock you in this old trunk while you heal. I'll keep you conscious for this, I think you deserve to feel the pains." With that he picked her up and placed her in an old shipping trunk. There's a donut and some stale coffee here. You'll need a bit of nourishment. He slammed the lid shut, leaving Annie to a solitude of pain and darkness.
Three days later, the trunk lid opened. Annie was at first unable to focus in the unaccustomed light. When her eyes adjusted she saw the collector holding another of his devices.
"I'll have to make a few adjustments to your DNA for the effect I want."
Another flash and some accompanying vibration, and Annie felt an excruciating pain in her shoulders. She reached back and felt... FEATHERS?
"It'll take a few minutes for the wings to mature."
Meanwhile I'll change you to the appropriate size, and set up the equipment for the chrome plating.
Chrome! No!
Next Annie knew she was again immobile, and doll sized. But this time there was an air of permanence to it. She could see and hear all that was going on around her but she was unable to move so much as an eye-lash.
"We'll just get you properly posed, and you'll be ready for mounting..."
The collector wrenched her arms and legs about, until he got her to the position he desired. Her body was bent forward, her right leg was down, and embedded in something which had a couple of screws sticking out from it. Her left leg extended out behind her. Her arms and WINGS were extended to the sides.
"Now a quick electo-plateing and you'll be ready for your return to the world."
A couple of days later Annie's husband got a call from the police. His wife's car had been located in a parking lot near the corner from which she had disappeared. There were a couple of dents, and for some reason, someone had added an unusual hood ornament. Otherwise the car was O.K. The forensics people had found nothing to tell them where it had been all these months. There was no sign of his wife.
The car was soon back in his possession. It brought back sad memories, so he took the first opportunity to sell it.