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Part 20 - Jane 06:00 Sunday morning

As the night progressed, Jane would doze off to the strains of the hypnotic mantra. Then she’d be rudely awakened by another drenching of warm fluid as someone else urinated on her. Twice more her body became a dumping ground for other effluvia.

The final step came when she was shaken awake and her headphones were removed. “We don’t want to get these wet do we? Is the camera running? Let me just get up.” Jane heard scrabbling on the bath and sensed a presence above her head. Warm liquid cascaded on to her hair, down her face and ran down the back of her head and neck. Someone was squatting above her and performing her toilet. She tried to shake her head but there was a firm thwack across the front of her thighs. Jane hated to think about the welts that would now be showing on her legs and bottom. “No mini-skirts for you, dear, for a few days.”

“Sorry dear. I hadn’t seen you’re empty. You’ll want a drink of that: we wouldn’t want you to waste any.” More horrible tasting fluid flowed into Jane’s mouth through the gag. “Now it’s almost time for you to go home. Leroy, Ashton help LADY Jane up.” The word ‘Lady’ was expressed with contempt in her voice. “Wear the rubber gloves and try not to get too messy. She is a rather dirty girl. Start by untethering her hands and feet.” Strong hands went under Jane’s arms and lifted her to the vertical. Another pair held her waist and steadied her. Involuntarily Jane felt more poo slide out of her tunnel plug and she let out a little spurt of wee. “Keep it in the bath dear.” Jane winced as a sharp pain shot from her buttocks. She’d been hit by something like a riding crop. “My, you’re not dirty, you’re a filthy slut. Shame about your shoes. Ah well! If only that were all you had to worry about. Put the harness on and then wrap her! Keep the camera running. Do some stills too. Some people like this scat stuff.”

Jane felt rather woozy and wobbly as leather straps looped under her arms and shoulders, and across the top of her breasts. She felt a buckle being fastened behind her back. There was an odd squeaking sound and then Jane felt contact as something was wound round her neck. It went round her neck several times and then criss-crossed under each arm before progressively moving down her entire body. Her arms were bound in against her sides. Jane realised that she was being wrapped in layers of clingfilm. “Stop a second Leroy. We just need to change the battery on the front plug and put in the bung for her rear. We don’t want her shit going everywhere.” Gloved fingers fumbled in Jane’s groin and then the wrapping continued with both plugs in place. “Do some half twists through her crotch to keep everything secure and prevent any ‘accidents’ during the journey. Now get her legs and feet close together.” The wrapping continued downwards, binding Jane’s legs together, finally stopping at her ankles. Jane was trussed, mummified and rigid in the tight clingfilm casing but could feel slimy objects pressed against her body.

“Put one bin bag inside the other, we don’t want her leaking. I’m sure she won’t want shit on her upholstery.” The mummified Jane was lifted out of the bath and lowered into an open bin black bag that came up to her waist. “Now tape her.” There were squeals as duct tape unwound from a reel and secured the plastic bag tight around her lower torso. “Cut out a head hole then do the same for her top half. Jane felt her head pushed through a tight opening and then tape wrapped tightly round her to secure the bag. “We don’t want you to lose your nice hair do either. Leroy get a couple of her turds from the bath and put them on her head.” Jane felt something resting on her damp hair. “Oh that looks nice: the icing on the cake. That’s if you like brown icing and it’s all your own work. Not just a filthy girl but pooey too.” the voice said with a chuckle. “On with a shower cap and then she’s ready to go. Bye, bye Jane. Such a shame we didn’t get you to suck Leroy. A photograph of that would have been good on our Christmas card but your sissy riding his cock will be even better.” Jane stiffened if that were possible given she was bound rigid in her clingfilm sheath “Have a little more piss before you go: you need to be well hydrated for the journey.” More liquid spurted from the meatus of the rubber penis filling Jane’s mouth. Jane gulped it down. Although disgusted with herself, Jane had grown to like the taste of the bitter liquid, She almost felt intoxicated with its strange sweetness. She’d drunk a lot during the evening to which her frequent pissing bore testament. She’d even started to wonder what Andy’s would taste like. “You are an thirsty girl. Drink it down.. I hope we see you soon at one of our next meetings, Jane: one to which you’ve been invited. Take her away boys. Make sure you give her plenty to drink while you do the work and when you leave”

Jane was lifted off her feet and flipped horizontal. She was getting hot inside her plastic packaging and was starting to perspire. It was the same sensation as wearing a tight latex dress but this was much, much worse. Her head was spinning as they manhandled her out of the bathroom. Then Jane was being carried, she knew not where. Her world had narrowed to inescapable darkness and isolation, and the rotten scent of excrement. They tipped her head down and she came to rest on her side. There was a familiar clunk, although it resonated more loudly than usual. Jane realised she was inside the boot of her own car. The driver’s door closed and, as the car pulled away, she drifted into dreamless sleep.

end of Part 20

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Monday, 2 December 2019

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 20 - Jane 06:00 Sunday morning

Part 20 - Jane 06:00 Sunday morning

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