The young girl with braided hair pulled out her ceremonial blade, and under the watchful eye of the head priestess, she began to cut away at Nieri’s hands and feet.
The proud queen squealed the way a pig did when it was slaughtered. She cried and begged the same way a commoner would. The priestess ignored her complaints and proceeded to unzip Nieri’s belly, pulling out lesser organs and placing them in canopic jars, the way they had her husband.

When the priestess was done with her work, and Nieri was half hollowed out, she brought the tearful queen over to the embalming tubs. She watched as her fellow concubines were drowned in a thick orange pine resin. They spasmed in their restraints for a minute, then died. Beautiful Ohna, wild Sahji, cute Amarti, perverted Dohnal, all still like dolls.

Then came Nieri’s turn for immortality. They placed her frame in the tub, and began to pour the sticky resin all over her face. It was warm, almost like heated honey, but it smelled of pine trees. She tried to wipe it off her face, forgetting all she had were stumps that ended at her elbows, and were firmly restrained by her cage. She screamed into the clear goo, little bubbles of air impregnating the resin. She felt helpless and weak like a little girl. The resin bonded to her skin, and she could feel it seeping in through her pores and becoming a part of her very flesh. Her body began to twitch out of her control as the chemicals in it changed into plastics. Her pussy and nippled burned as they hardened into a mannequin like substance. Even her brain was beginning to harden as hot resin seeped into her skull through her ears and the gaps under her eyes. She took an awful deep burning breath full of resin and her lungs and heart froze in her chest. Her vision blurred and dimmed as her blood fused with the resin, and stopped delivering oxygen to her now mostly plastic brain Queen Nieri stopped spasming as she died and fully became a doll.