Chapter 59
Paris, France
It was a slightly dull, overcast morning but after waking early Christina had met Monique Moreau for breakfast and then decided that some fresh air would do her good so went for a walk to pick up some breakfast croissants for the gang. It has been a tough couple of days what with Hamburg and the lack of general lack of progress in tracking down Elizabeth Crawford of Fallon Bennett so Christina hoped that the soe gesture would raise spirits. When Christina entered the apartment, she found Danielle and Natalie sitting on the sofa looking slightly perplexed. “What’s wrong?” Christina asked Danielle who was staring at her phone. “I brought pastry,” Christian held up the bag to make the point.
“It just died,” Danielle replied.
“Did you forget to charge it up?” Natalie asked, hoping the explanation would be a simple one. Christina took a seat beside Natalie and deposited the bag of pastries on the table.
“No, the phone has power but it is not connecting to the network and I have no data,” Danielle replied. This prompted both Christina and Natalie to check their phones and they found the same issue. Whilst they stared at the phones with a bewildered looks Danielle fired up her laptop. Christina was no a little concerned, she hadn’t mentioned anything to the rest of the gang but she hadn’t been able to get hold of Jaclyn Sanders for a couple of days and her messages had gone unanswered.
“Is that pastry?” Charlotte asked having just exited one of the bedrooms. She gave Natalie a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing one of the pastries and plonking herself down on the sofa. “Something wrong?” Charlotte asked obviously picking up on the tension in the group.
“I think that we may be in real trouble ladies,” Danielle said pointing at the screen as Natalie, Christina and Charlotte gathered in a semi-circle behind her.
“What do you mean?” Charlotte asked.
“I can’t log onto the Section’s server externally from my laptop.”
“It isn’t there?” Christina asked hopefully. “Connection issue.”
“On, no it’s there. It is just that my access has been revoked.” Danielle turned her laptop around so that the rest of them could see what was on her screen.
ACCESS DENIED. PREMISSION REVOKED
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Paris, France
“Alright we have a serious situation here. Something had happened as Section Headquarters. Our access has been denied and I can’t get hold of Jaclyn Sanders.” As soon as they had seen the message Christina had grabbed her own phone and tried to call Jaclyn Sanders, this time the line didn’t ring it just went dead. As Christina stood staring at her screen her phone vibrated and she took the call. “Monique, I hope that this is good news,” Christina said by way of greeting. Christina walked into her bedroom so that she could take the all in private.
Five minutes later Christina reappeared from the bedroom to find a semi-circle of women with concerned faces facing her, Danielle, Charlotte, Victoria, Charlotte and Natascha. “Well, it sees that our situation is worse than I originally thought,” Christina saw mouths start to open and held up her hand. “I will tell you what I know.” Christina took a seat and the rest of them joined help, perched on various bits of the two sofas. “That was Monique, first thing this morning she, along with probably all other heads of intelligence throughout Europe, received a communication from US State Department confirming that Wallis Kennedy had been appointed the temporary head of Section 12. It seems that she had been appointed partly to undertake a root and branch investigation into the activities of the organisation. It seems that her first task was to issue a notice disavowing any unofficial operations like ours.”
“What does that mean?” Charlotte asked.
“It means that we are on the list to be picked up if we are seen. They want us sent back to the US for questioning.” Christina said bluntly.
“All of us?” Charlotte asked again.
“It seems that only Natalie, Danielle and I have been named on the bulletin so the rest of you should be alright, well at the least for the moment.”
“What does this mean?” Natalie asked.
“Firstly, it means that we have to leave here as Monique can’t continue to hide us, secondly I think that for the moment it would be safer if we all split up and went our own way. Individuals will be harder to track than pairs or a group. Plus, if one of us gets grabbed up then the rest of us can still take action.” That wasn’t encouraging but it had to be said.
“What about Jaclyn?” Danielle asked. It was a good question.
“I haven’t been able to get hold of her for forty-eight hours, her phone is dead. Monique also tried to get hold of her but had the same problem.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” Natalie commented.
“I agree. Officially she is on gardening leave, having a well-earned holiday before returning to aid with questioning as part of the investigation,” Christina responded. The group fell into silence as they considered their current situation.
“I can’t be involved with this any longer Christina,” Victoria said getting up and making for her room. “You are about to be become a target for every law enforcement agency in Europe and probably some other, more unsavoury characters. With my record I can’t afford to be around when they eventually catch up with you. I have built a life away from this so I can’t take any chances.”
“Are you just going to leave?” Charlotte asked.
“Yes, that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to pack my things and out as much distance between Christina, Natalie and myself as possible.” Christina was slightly disappointed in Victoria but couldn’t blame her.
“Alright, we can’t sit about here moping so I suggest that we all go and get packed.” Everyone got up and scattered to their rooms to do just that. They regrouped half an hour later back in the living area carrying bags and jackets. “I suggest that Charlotte goes and stays with Gabriella. That way of anything goes wrong she at least has the protection of Gabriella’s status as a law enforcement officer.”
“I thought I would go with Natalie,” Charlotte commented.
“No, safer if we are apart. I will go to where we discussed going on holiday,” Natalie took Charlotte’s hand and the pair headed for the door.
“I need somebody to go and check on Gayle and Rhiannon,” Christina said.
“I can do that,” Natascha volunteered. “There shouldn’t be any issues with me travelling. Then I will need to head back to update the boss. I have had the call to report back immediately.” Danielle handed Natascha a USB stick.
“That’s all of our information,” Danielle said. “It will probably be safer with Rhiannon and Gayle, but get them to upload it onto a server or something.” Natascha nodded and slipped the stick into her pocket.
“When did you get that message to head home?” Christina asked.
“Waiting for me this morning,” Natascha answered as she slipped on her jacket and headed for the door. “I wish you the best of luck ladies.” Victoria came out of her room with a large bag over her shoulder. “My parting gift,” she said and put a set of keys and a piece of paper on the table in the centre on the room.
“What’s that?” Christina asked.
“The address of and keys to a house that you can use.” Christina hadn’t thought of that and nodded her thanks. “Remember the Saracino’s will still be after you Christina and now they will be off the leash.” With that gesture acknowledged and a slight nod of the head Victoria headed for the door and out into a gloomy Parisian morning. Christina walked with her to hold the door open. Victoria leaned in a little. “You know this whole thing has Elizabeth Crawford written all over it.” Christina nodded as she opened the door.
“That just leaves us,” Danielle commented. Christina picked up the keys and piece of paper before slipping them into her pocket. “What do you intend to do?”
“I think I will take up Victoria’s offer and have a think about what to do next. And you?”
“I know that it is dangerous but I have family in the Caribbean so I guess I will try and make my way there.”
“Sounds nice, I hope that you make it. You got those details for the fake identification and enough cash?” Danielle tapped her head and then her rucksack. “I will give you five minutes before I head.” The two women hugged each other before Danielle left, leaving Christina alone looking around the now empty apartment. After a last check around the flat to make sure that nothing important had been left behind Christina locked the door and posted the keys back through the letterbox. Picking up her suitcase Christina descend the stairs and exited the main door out into the street. Looking left and right whilst she extended the handle on her wheeled suitcase and seeing nothing untoward Christina started walking casually toward the nearest Metro Station.
Just as Christina disappeared round the corner a figure stepped out from the shadows of a narrow alley between two tall apartment buildings and fell in behind Christina, making sure that they matched her pace. With no other leads she had decided to follow Monique Moreau and it had turned out to be a good decision. All that she had to do was keep Christina in sight and not get spotted herself, which what be easier said than done.
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An island in the Mediterranean
Elizabeth Crawford sat looking out of the large window in her study with her thousands of miles away when the door opened and Harper entered. As Elizabeth spun round Harper paced the floor form the door to stand on the other side of the desk. “Unfortunately, there is some bad news Miss Crawford,” Harper had decided just to get straight to the point.
“From the operation at Section Headquarters?” Elizabeth said. Harper nodded a response.
“Dare I ask what that would be?” Just as she was having a good day as well.
“There is a missing operative.”
“How did that happen?”
“She was late for the meeting. We have put out the usual alerts and told everyone to keep it quiet.”
“I will have to do something about this. We can’t have someone running around and making noise at this delicate time.” Elizabeth sat taping her fingernails on her desk. “We are putting out a delicate message that we currently have control of. Having something out there saying something else could prove difficult.”
“Shall I put together a team?” Harper asked. Elizabeth paused a for a second, contemplating her next course of action.
“No, no, I have something else in mind for this. Send me a copy of the file on this operative.”
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An island in the Mediterranean
There was a dull thump at the back of Penelope’s head as shafts of light began to appear at the corners of her vision. “ooohhhfff,” Penelope moaned and tried to raise her right hand to her head. Nothing happened and she felt a pull around her body and shoulder. Then everything came back and she remembered being hoisted onto a plane and a rubber mask being placed over her nose and mouth before everything went black. Giving her head a shake to try and get her brain working properly again Penelope looked around. She was still in the plane but out of the restraining bags and was now sitting in a seat, although all of the other bonds remained apart from the gag. “Well, at least I can talk.” Sitting on a seat across from her was Grace, still unconscious with her head lolling forward and a line of drool leading from the corner of her mouth to her chin. Penelope’s heart sank at the thought of the young woman falling into the hands of Elizabeth Crawford’s organisation for whatever reason. The only positive was that the rumour was that they did take good care of their captives. “I suppose I will find out myself soon enough,” Penelope mumbled.
“What was that?” Kendall asked appearing as if from nowhere.
“Nothing,” Penelope replied. “Where are we?”
“That’s not how this works. You don’t get to ask questions,” Kendall held up something in her right hand. “This is why we keep the guests gagged at all times.” Penelope sighed and looked over the item in Kendall’s hand. It was a large panel gag looking contraption. A large, thick pad with a ball at the centre with leather straps at each end. She could guess where this is going.
“aarrgghh…ooohhh,” Grace moaned as she started to regain consciousness.
“Let’s get you gagged before Grace gets fully awake.” Kendall grabbed both straps and thrust the ball toward Penelope’s mouth. Penelope had no option but to open her mouth and accept the ball. The design of the gag forced Penelope to bite down around the ball and she felt the soft, thick pad against her lips.
“mmmpphh, uummpphh,” Penelope moaned into the pad as Kendall secured the gag tightly in place by fastening the straps and compressing the pad against her lips. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just a bit awkward. After the gag had been applied to Kendall’s satisfaction the young woman knelt down and released the straps and cuffs from Penelope’s legs.
“Time to see where you are. Excited?” Not exactly, Penelope thought. Intrigued would have been a better description. Kendall gave Penelope some assistance in getting up and held her upper arm as she waddled the sort distance to the stairs out of the fuselage. At the top of the stairs Penelope stopped to take in the view. There were trees, grass, a couple of sheds, a hanger and a dirt track. There was also the unmistakable smell of sea air. There was also a four-wheel drive vehicle sitting not far away with a tall woman with long dark hair leaning against it. Feeling a nudge in her back Penelope descended the stairs and headed over toward the car. As Penelope approached the woman opened the back door and allowed Penelope to climb inside.
“She is a nice compliant guest,” the woman asked Kendall.
“A bit complicated Tahani,” Kendall replied. “Can you see to her whilst I get the other one?” Tahani nodded and after securing Penelope’s ankles together with a set of cuffs and putting on her seatbelt jumped in the driver’s seat and tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel until Kendall returned and put Grace in the back of the vehicle on the other side from Penelope. After Grace’s ankles were secured and seatbelt clicked into place Kendall jumped in the front passenger seat. “Let’s go.” The vehicle pulled away and Penelope turned to look at Grace. The younger woman’s big, round eyes looked back and were filed with worry. Penelope would have liked to have been able to give her some verbal encourage but the best that she could do at the moment was good thoughts and a look that hopefully Grace could take something from. The journey was short but Penelope tried to take in as much detail as possible. There wasn’t much to see until they slowed and made a turn, as they turned Penelope caught sight of a beach, pier and a large motor launch. When she turned back to face forward Penelope’s jaw would have dropped had she not been gagged. They were moving up a driveway toward a large, spectacular looking two-story house. It was like something from the American South but had a modern extension on one side. It was bizarre. When the car stopped the door was opened and Penelope found herself looking at arguably the most beautiful women that she had ever seen. The kind of woman men killed for and artist wrote songs and poems about.
“mmmpphhh,” Penelope mumbled as the young woman removed the cuffs around her ankles. So taken with her beauty it took Penelope a second glance to take in what the young woman was wearing. A stunning dress with a large bell style skirt. This whole experience just got weirder and weirder.
“Hi, my name is Constance,” the young woman said. “I will be taking care of you for now.” That seemed nice, Penelope thought as the young woman helped her from the car and toward the house. After getting up the short flight of stairs they entered the house. If anything, the interior was even more impressive than the exterior. As they walked through toward a flight of stairs Penelope tried to take is all in. “You might get a tour later Penelope,” Constance said, “there is a rumour that you could be joining us.” They had started to climb the stairs and Penelope twisted to see where Grace was and saw the young woman being led toward a corridor and not up the stairs.
“uummpphh! mmmppphh!” Penelope complained.
“Don’t worry, she will be fine. The boss just wants to talk with her.” Penelope slowed down and started to twist and turn in Constance’s grasp. “It you start to act out they we will just have to use the chloroform. This will go easier if you comply. No point in doing anything else. Wouldn’t want any black marks on your record this early.” Penelope sighed but had to agree with that assessment. The whole point was to blend in and be accepted. They had now reached the top of the stairs and were confronted by a security door which Constance opened by using a card. There was the sound of an electronic lock disengaging and the door swung open. They carried on down a hallway with doors leading off on both sides at regular intervals until Constance tugged on Penelope’s arm to stop her. They were in front of a door that has no locks and only a small window. Constance used the same card as earlier to open the door and pushed it open. With the flourish of an arm Constance beckoned Penelope to enter, which she did and stopped almost dead. It was not what she expected. The room was more like something that you would find in a very nice hotel, rather than somewhere where you would hold kidnapped people. Large bed, nice furniture, bathroom and a stunning view from the floor to ceiling windows.
“mmmmpppphhhh…” Penelope moaned. The only thing that gave it away were the familiar shapes of the three restraining bags lying spread out on the floor beside the bed.
“Nice isn’t it,” Constance commented. “Bet you weren’t expecting this.”
“mmmooohhh,” Penelope had to admit shaking her head.
“Just stand still.” Constance instructed as she began to remove all of the bonds from Penelope’s torso and arms. Once that job was completed Constance removed the gag. “Take a seat on the bed.” Penelope waddled over and plonked down on the bed.
“Thanks,” Penelope meant it. As she stretched her back, arms and legs Constance busied herself with checking things around the room.
“Don’t worry about anybody looking in. The glass is one way.” Constance opened both doors of the single wardrobe in the room and nodded, seemingly satisfied with its contents. “I am sure that you will be comfortable here and look forward to know you better after initiation week is over.”
“Initiation week?” Penelope asked raising an eyebrow as Constance hurried past where she was sitting on the bed and into the bathroom. The large skirt gave the impression that she was floating.
“More on that later,” Constance said from the bathroom. Just then the door buzzed and another woman entered carrying a tray and set it on the table. There was a steaming bowl of something on the tray along with what looked like a slice of cake, a bottle of water and a can of juice. Until she saw the food Penelope hadn’t realised that she was hungry. Consatnce reappeared from the bathroom “Perfect timing. Penelope, you have an hour, relax, have some food and take a shower. Then we will be back to see you.”
“Dare I ask what happens when you get back?” Penelope asked. Constance didn’t respond but her gaze moved from Penelope to the bags sitting on the bed and back again. “Yeah, I guessed as much.” The two women wearing the dresses left the room in a swich of fabric and Penelope hurried across to the table and got stuck into the food. Penelope didn’t know what she was expecting but the food was delicious and it didn’t take her long to demolish all of it plus the bottle of water. She decided to leave the can of juice for later. Not wanting to run out of time Penelope quickly made her way into the bathroom and after stripping off jumped into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, well-scrubbed and refreshed Penelope stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her body and another wrapped around her hair. They were thick and soft to the touch. In fact, everything was of the highest quality, whatever accusations you cold level at Elizabeth Crawford being cheap wasn’t one of them. As she finished drying off Penelope realised that she didn’t have anything to wear expect what they were going to give her, which she guessed would be another down suit before they put her back in the bags. “Oh, well, it could be worse.” Although being tied up was never welcome at least in the bags she would be extremely comfortable. She wandered across to the window and stood admiring the view. Having no idea where she was didn’t stop her from thinking that the view was outstanding, Penelope thought that she could easily lose hours just staring out across the manicured gardens and down onto the beach with the clear blue sea beyond.
The noise of the door opening brought her back to reality. Spinning around she saw Constance and the woman that drove the car, Tahani wasn’t it, enter the room. They both looked stunning wearing the large dresses. The fact that they were both tall with knockout figures helped. “Sorry to interrupt Penelope but time to get you back in the restraining bags.” Penelope sighed and made her way back to ward the bed and lay down.
“Suppose it’s nappy time as well,” Penelope said as she undid the towel and let it spread out on the bed.
“Nice to find someone else that wants to call then that,” Constance replied as she unfurled the blocky white diaper.
“If only all guests started out this compliant,” Tahani commented. Penelope crossed her arms behind her head and looked at the ceiling as she waited on the two guards to get organised.
“Is that a television?” Penelope asked looking at something in the ceiling.
“Raise your hips.” Penelope did as was requested. Now that she knew what to expect from the process didn’t react until there was a tap on her hip told her that it was time to drop her hips onto the soft, thick diaper. The top of the diaper was flipped over and taped in place. Penelope ran her hands over it before sitting up and flinging her leg off the bed. “Here, this should fit.” Constance handed Penelope a bra and after looking at it put it on. A quick check told Penelope that it fit perfectly and was extremely comfortable. As she was slipping on the bra Constance knelt down and snapped something round her ankle.
“What was that?” Penelope asked looking down and moving her ankle for a better look.
“A tracking device. Let’s us know where you are on all occasions.”
“In those bags is surely the correct answer most of the time.” Penelope nodded her head toward the bags. Constance smiled but didn’t reply. “Well, anyway. Thanks for the underwear.” A nod of thanks later and she stood up. Tahani had the down suit already laid out for her to stand in and Penelope obliged without having to be asked and Tahani lifted the suit up and over Penelope’s shoulders so that she was fully inside.
“Now for the restraints,” Penelope said sticking out her arms. Constance smiled. “Not my first rodeo.” Penelope returned the smile as Constance slipped one of the large mittens on each of Penelope’s hands and locked them in place. Once again Penelope’s fingers were rendered useless. The rest of the binding process went exactly the same as it had in the house back in London. Except in addition this time when she was finished with the upper body Constance held up another of those special panel gags.
“Before you put that on could I ask a question?” Constance nodded. “Where are we?”
“A very deep question,” Constance replied. “Would take longer than we have to explain.” With that cryptic response Constance thrust the panel gag toward Penelope’s face. Opening her mouth Penelope accepted the large ball into her mouth and felt the thick pad on her lips as Constance tightened the strap to secure the gag in place. “Not too tight I hope.”
“mmoohh,” Penelope shock her head. Then she spun around and sat down on the bed. Constance pulled out a handful of accessories and set to work securing Penelope’s legs together. Ankle cuffs were followed by straps just below and above the knees and then around the thighs. “mmmppphhh.”
“Sorry,” Constance said and Penelope thought that the young woman meant it. “Now, if you could just swing your legs up and we can get started with the bags.” Penelope complied with the request and was soon lying flat on the bed. She heard the familiar swish of nylon before she was lifted slightly by the two guards and moved a couple of feet and then put back down onto the restraining bag. Penelope wiggled a little to get comfortable before the top of the bag was draw over and the zip closed all the way up, surrounding Penelope in smooth fabric and soft down filling. There was a faint clip as the same padlock was applied to secure the double zip together. Again, Penelope had to believe that was overkill. What chance did she have of escaping? Now that Penelope knew what to expect the process went quickly. All of these women were obviously very well versed in the art of using there restraining bags. Suddenly Penelope found herself encased in her massive three bag, down filled cocoon again. “Hope that was a pleasant experience.” Constance appeared in Penelope’s vision. “Going back to initiation week. That means that you will spend most of your day for the next seven bags restrained within these bags. Only let out for a bit of exercise, diaper change and food.”
“uummppff,” Penelope groaned.
“Probably shouldn’t mention the three chloroform applications each day.”
“mmuurpphh,” Penelope groaned again.
“Look, just behave and it may only be a week. Good behaviour is rewarded. You will be checked on regularly every two hours by one of the guards. Any problems just let the guard now.” Penelope rolled her eyes. “Comfortable?” Penelope nodded and heard he noise that her freshly washed hair made on the smooth fabric of the hood of the restraining bags. “Good.” Constance smiled and disappeared from view. A short time later Penelope heard the door open and close and she was left along with her thoughts. The main one of those was what had she got herself into! At the moment she didn’t see any way that she could get out of this. Well, not the restraining bags, that would be impossible without help but the situation in general. As Penelope lay still, she could feel the down loft being to increase and feel in compress in against her body, if anything that would increase her comfort. Then the screen above her head in the ceiling burst into life. It took a minute for Penelope to work out what the screen was showing. It was some kind of South American soap opera with English subtitles. Was this meant to be entertaining or some kind of further punishment! With nothing else to focus on at the moment Penelope snuggled into the down to get extra comfortable before concentrating on the television show.
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The door opened and Hayley was escorted into the study to find Elizabeth Crawford sitting behind the large desk, framed by the late evening sunshine coming through the bay window. “Apologies for interrupting confinement week, I do know how you enjoy it.”
“Well, I did see that you have new guests to play with Elizabeth,” Hayley shot back with a smile. As she had been getting led though the main lobby Hayley had seen the new arrivals being escorted up the stairs.
“Oh, feisty. You know I like that.” Elizabeth Crawford began retorted with a smile. “But, getting back why I wanted to see you. I thought that you would want to know that your friend Natalie and the rest of her group are in a bit of trouble.”
“What do you mean?” Hayley said, a sense of dread starting to rise in her stomach. Hayley didn’t know what was wrong but did know that Elizabeth Crawford liked to play games and this could be one of them.
“It seems like they have suddenly become international fugitives,” Elizabeth said as she casually handed over a sheet of paper. Hayley held up her hands that were currently encased in finger control mitts with her wrists also locked together with leather cuffs. “Sorry, forgot about those.” Elizabeth nodded to Constance who was lurking in the background and the young woman hurried to remove both the mitts and cuffs. Elizabeth carefully placed the paper on the desk exactly halfway between Hayley and herself.
“Thank you, Constance,” Hayley said with a smile before leaning across and lifting the paper. As she read Hayley’s sense of panic increased, until her hands shook. “Is this real?” Hayley asked despite already knowing the answer. Elizabeth Crawford nodded.
“You recognize the formal headed paper and the signature at the bottom.” Hayley wondered if this was just some kind of mind game that Elizabeth Crawford was playing on her. If it wasn’t then Natalie, Christina and Danielle for that matter were in a lot of trouble. There were conflicting emotions for Hayley as it had been clear that her friends had been looking for her but this could also mean that her last chance of rescue had just disappeared.
“Are you making his up?” Hayley asked. Elizabeth just shook her head.
“I am afraid not. Your friends are now on the wanted list of almost every law enforcement agency in Europe. Plus, I have no doubt some bounty hunters and other unsavoury types will be after them as well.” Panic surged through Hayley at the thought of Natalie being hunted and in danger, alone somewhere in Europe.
“I suppose you know here Natalie is?” Hayley asked. A wicked smile crossed Elizabeth’s face.
“Let me bring Natalie here,” Hayley blurted out.
“Why should I do that Hayley?”
“She will be safer here Elizabeth,” Hayley continued. “Out there it is open season on her.” Hayley meant it, her friend had a price on her head and there would be a lot of people out to collect. “You must have had some reason for telling me this knowing how I would react, that I would want to help Natalie.” Hayley now had her hands flat on the desk, leaning over the desk toward Elizabeth, who leaned back and raised her hands in mock surrender.
“Alright, you got me. I give in Hayley,” Elizabeth said jovially. “Take Constance here and some else and pick Natalie up. Don’t say I’m not good to you,” she said spreading her arms out wide.
“And you know where Natalie is?” Hayley asked straightening up.
“Indeed, I do.”
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The door opened and Penelope craned her neck to see if she could identify who it was but the large, puffy hoods prevented her from getting a good view. For some reason her nervousness increased as she heard the soft footsteps approach before it evaporated somewhat as Constance loomed over her. “That’s two hours gone. Did it feel like that?” Penelope shook her head. It was an honest answer, it really hadn’t. “Anything that you need before I finish for the night.” Penelope looked a bit sheepish. “Do you need a diaper change?” Constance asked. “Last chance before the night shift. Less staff on so they might not be able to help you out that way.” Penelope’s face went bright red and she nodded. “No need to feel embarrassed Penelope. That’s what they are designed for.”
“mmuuppff, uummpphh,” Penelope mumbled. Constance used a lot of effort to extricate Penelope from the restraining bags and remove all of the binding apart from the wrist cuffs, finger control mitts and gag.
“I really shouldn’t be doing this alone but you won’t give me any trouble. Will you?” Penelope shook her head as Constance walked over to the wardrobe, opened it and spent a couple of seconds selecting some items from it. When she returned the younger woman had an armful of items that she deposited on the floor. Penelope looked on in wonder at the number of items that had been dumped as Constance put on a set of rubber gloves, like a surgeon would wear before slipping a long plastic, disposal bib over neck and tied it around her waist. “Protects the dress from anything nasty.” Penelope nodded and then took looked on as Constance pulled plastic changing mat from under the bed and lined it up. “Let’s just get you down on this.” With a little help from Constance, Penelope soon found herself lying on the mat looking at the ceiling. “Put you hands over your head then lie back and think of England.” Penelope did and then felt Constance pulling zippers, clips and buttons on the lower parts of the suit until she could feel air against her now bare legs. Then there was the sound of the sticky tabs that held the diaper in place being loosened and the pressure on the diaper’s bands around her waist thighs released. Penelope raised her legs to allow the soiled diaper to be removed and then winced as Constance used antiseptic wipes to clean her bottom and private areas. “Good, that’s you all cleaned up. Now to get you a nice fresh, clean diaper.” Trying to relax as much as possible Penelope felt talcum powder being liberally applied before Constance asked her to drop her hips. When she did Penelope found her bottom hitting the diaper. Constance finished the application of the diaper by folding over the front of the diaper and securing it in place with the sticky tabs. “There, that’s better.” Penelope flushed again as she had to admit that it was a much better feeling around her intimate regions.
“mmuuaannkk oohhh,” Penelope mumbled into her gag as Constance put the lower half of the suit back together. After helping Penelope up Constance asked her to lie on the bed. The young woman was that nice she complied without thinking, watching on as Constance tidied up after the process and deposited the used material into the bin in the bathroom. Constance came back into the bedroom and stated to pour liquid form a bottle onto a cloth, “mmeess mmoohh,” Penelope moaned.
“Sorry,” Constance said with a shrug. “These are the rules.” Penelope slumped but didn’t resist as Constance pressed the cloth, almost tenderly, over the lower half of her face. The scent hit Penelope’s nostrils a spilt second before the cloth made contact with her skin. It was a natural reaction to shake your head when something with a chemical was pressed over you nose and mouth and that’s what Penelope did but Constance skillfully kept the cloth in place. This forced Penelope to inhale the fumes and eventually the fumes worked their magic and Penelope felt herself slipping away into slumberland as darkness enveloped her consciousness and her eyes slammed closed. Constance removed the cloth and then called for assistance to get Penelope back into the three restraining bags.