Charlotte

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Charlotte read the advert in the shop window and couldn’t believe what she was reading. “People wanted for trials in new body massage sessions. Free to first 20 people who are suitable for testing. Please come along to St. Hilda’s Church and try us out. All we will want to know from you is a monthly report on how you feel. This is guaranteed to change your life if you are suitable. Look younger, feel younger all in the space of one session ”.

Charlotte was intrigued. She went along to the church and saw a man sitting at a desk. She approached him and found he was the person to see about the treatment. He handed her a questionnaire and she filled it out.

Name, age, height, weight, sex, relatives, address, telephone number. The usual questions that you get. But she had to answer no relatives for that question. The man took the form and spoke to her for the first time. “My name is Rod. What happens is that we ask you to wear a bikini. You will be covered in a sea weed based cream and wrapped in a type of fibreglass that holds the heat in. It will not burn you as it is water based for strengthening. We wrap you up well, leave you for a few hours and then we cut undo the wrap. After that, you will feel rejuvenated and anxious to exercise”

Charlotte thought it sounded good and she was told that she would be picked up by the park in a week’s time. Charlotte could not wait. She was told that the wrapping was to take place in a swank hotel in Park Lane, London.

The week dragged by, but at the allotted time, Charlotte was waiting with four other girls by the park when a stretched limo arrived. The four climbed in thinking they were safe as a group.

At the hotel they were led up to a room and there they were told that each had a room. When they get there, they must strip to their bikini’s and wait for the nurses to arrive.

Each of the girls went to their rooms and got dressed in their bikinis. No sooner had Charlotte fgot changed, in walked two women dressed in what looked like nurses uniforms. She was told to stand on the mat in the middle of the room. Charlotte virtually danced to the middle of the room and stood on the mat. The women rubbed a transparent cream all over her body. At least that wasn’t too bad.

Now the two women got sheets of the fibreglass and wrapped it tightly around her holding her ankles, lower legs up to her knees together. The next bit went from just below the top of the last bit and was wrapped around pulling her thighs together. It stopped just below her crotch. The women applied water to the fibreglass and in a matter of seconds; Charlotte was stuck, unable to move her legs. “That is good” said one of the women.

The next part the women worked on went from her wrists to her armpits. Now she could not bend her arms. The third part went around her waist up to below her breasts. But when that was set, she could still breathe, so they had allowed for that.

One woman fashioned some around her shoulders and up to her chin. When it hardened she could not look down. More was wrapped around her upper arms and overlapped her shoulder. Charlotte started to panic as she could not move a muscle apart from lifting her arms. “Are you comfortable my dear?” the other woman asked. Charlotte mumbled “mm”. The women applied water to the fibreglass and in a matter of minutes it was rock hard. More fibreglass went around her stomach and this pinned her arms to her side. A splash of water on the material and Charlotte was well pinned.

The lifted Charlotte onto a table and wrapped her feet together. Water was applied and Charlotte had now lost the use of her feet. The women turned their attention to Charlottes head. They laid some fibreglass over her face. Her mouth was covered and it was worked out where her lips were and holes were drilled into this part. Straws were passed through it and Charlotte gripped them with her lips. Then it was smoothed down to her ears. Her hair was lifted to allow the material to lie flat against just under her ears. A little bit went over her nose and was watered down to the piece around her mouth. More water splashed on and she was unable to talk, but she could breathe through her mouth via the straws. That’s when it really started.

Quickly they cut off her bikini and hair. What got Charlotte was the loss of her fine mane and her pubic hair as well. Charlotte mumbled against the gag. The women ignored her. More fibreglass was carefully smoothed around her head and watered down. All that could be seen of Charlotte was her eyes, nostrils and torso.

Then they stood her up. More fibreglass was wrapped around the rest of her body and watered down. It went rigid immediately. Charlotte was a solid mass of a mummy.

Charlotte watched as a bucket of plaster of Paris bandages that had been soaking was brought into the room. The two women started laying the plaster on and smoothing it down. Charlotte watched in a mirror as she was turned from a grey statue into a brilliant white one. Slowly but surely she was covered. The two women worked patiently. Charlotte tried her hardest to struggle but the fibreglass held her rigid. Surely they must soon finish the treatment and then let her go.

Finally a large wooden crate was brought in. The women waited until the plaster had dried and they called for help. Two muscular men entered the room and lifted her over to the crate where she was shown the bottom was packed out with straw. They turned her so she was face up and carefully lowered her into the crate.

Charlotte watched as one of the women came towards her with a few pieces of wet plaster of Paris bandages. “You are being sent out to a pre-arranged destination. You have been bought by a sheik and you will ensure he is well satisfied in every sense or you will be buried in the desert somewhere and nobody will know where you are. You will be alive when they bury you. But of course you will be wrapped up again. Don’t worry you won’t be alone. We did a deal. The sheik has seen pictures of you all and has taken all five girls including yourself. Who do you think has paid for all this? The bad thing is that if you don’t please him, the other girls will have to wrap you and put you in your crate again. And you won’t be in fibreglass. The last girl who they buried was wrapped in plaster, but they put a lot of flees in with her. The sheik loved the show she gave wriggling about trying to break the plaster. None of us know where she is buried”. This was the first time the woman had spoken and through the fibreglass and plaster she was very quiet. Charlotte had to strain to hear her.

With that she smoothed the plaster over Charlotte’s eyes. Charlotte just managed to close her eyes in time. So these were slave traders. She was off to some hell hole where she would have to become an unpaid prostitute. She wondered how many other girls finished up like this. She heard the lid being dropped onto the crate and the then the nails being hammered home as the lid was fastened.

She didn’t know how long she was there, but she felt the crate being lifted and carried. She was off to her new life as miserable as it will be.