Muffled moans and tries to beg came from the woolen and waxed mummy figure that was Eric. Feeling himself hoisted up and the vibrations of being moved along, an imprisioned youth struggled in vain to break the bonds made by a master.
The old woman went about her works as Ryan swung from a hook. Struggle as he tried his bonds were perfect to bind and hold fast.
Cackle, "Struggle if you wish boy, it show's good spirit! I like spirit in my captives, gives them a vigor which makes them worth much more at market." chuckled the woman.
As Mike yelled and at first cursed his capture the tune soon changed to one of begging for release and then mercy.
The old woman bent close and whispering to Mike offered him words to quell his fears. Her words did little to calm Mike.
"A captive you are but oh how I will bless you for your years to come. Your friend Eric shall find the woolen cloth to become part of his body. New strength shall he find, new agility, and the delight only found as a vibrant male in a total animal world. His cacoon will hold the human bond till the animal he shall become will dominate and eeek out the human weakness. In a short time he will go to market at Coopers town and fetch me a good profit. Oh but I'm not doing this to him for him benefit only, he will find being a true Ram as an experiance few have known and were able to realize!" explained the woman.
Mike's muffled words suddenly turned to muffled screams of renewed terror as she spoke again.
"You unlike for friend are strong of will! Oh that silly begging for you life I do not count. I might beg too if bound and not knowing what was to happen, so I tell you. My brother owner this great mansion and he and I worked the farm as a business. We profited from the grains which grew in fields far and wide. Our tries at animal husbandry were not so refined until my trip to the middleast. I learned from a Master. He taught me this ability of using worthless flesh and making something much more useable and of greater value to me and to the specimen. As Eric shall be a proud Ram, you my strong young male shall fulfill the sire books with hundreds, maybe thousands of prize winning calves. I bind you with untanned leather, my special tainted ropes and wax to bind till the transformation is complete. Think Michael a strong bovine body! Think, the hardy maleness of a bull, that alone should thrill any male. Think of the experiance so many before you have found and as they accepted their new way of life found true enjoyment and I'm very sure a satisfaction! A Bull Michael, big heavy muscle, solid bone, to live free of responsibilities, morals, having no wants, no stress, a life made of simple pleasures. In days ahead you will be blessed as I did to my Brother when life lost it's meaning. He fell ill and was soon to die, I did my masterful work upon his painful weak body and helped him spend twenty more years in splended delight as a beautiful Sire for our herd." said the woman as she applied the first full coating of hot wax.
Sei and Jonathon hung there and looked at the other, while Ryan struggled with his bonds.