Debt Bondage Pt 2

Author: polioman
Title: debt bondage Pt 2
Date: 06 August 2009

Debt Bondage Pt.2

The interior of the van was open with the normal front seats behind which were a pair of seats in one of which I was sitting. Access was via the side door, but there were no windows so I could only see out through the windscreen, looking passed the two men sat in the front. My vision was rather restricted by the helmet and I peered out through the eye slits. The vehicle was fairly basic and with the sun shinning on it the interior was quite warm with little ventilation and I was already getting sweaty in the uniform. Sitting on the diaper which was very bulky felt strange and uncomfortable and my right leg, held straight in the brace was starting to ache. I had no idea where we were going which only added to the anxiety and fear. We left the city and went out along a freeway. The van was not going very fast and it was difficult to judge distance travelled. My right ear itched with the ear-plug fitted in it, but I could not do anything about it, with my head encased the heavy leather helmet. I was getting ever more sweaty in the heat of the van and increasingly worried about what was happening. I closed my eyes and must have half dozed in the heat and the motion of the van. I had no idea how long I have been dosing when I awoke, disturbed by the van pulling off the freeway and into a wooded rest area. The driver pulled up in a shady quiet area, opened the door and got out. I was still wearing my watch and I pulled up the thick cuff of the uniform, the sleeves of which were long and half covered my hands, and held my arm up so I was able to see the watch as my downwards vision was restricted by the helmet and if I looked down all I saw was the inside of the helmet. It was 1.15pm. I must have been in the van about 1 ½ hours. He opened the door alongside me and told me this was a comfort stop and I could get out. The locked waist belt was removed and then the seat belt and he helped me out and got me stood alongside the van on my braced legs and raised boots. His mate had gone off to the toilet and when he had returned the driver also went. Of course I could not go to the toilets, or at least I could not use the toilet in my uniform and diaper. I wanted to piss but did not want to mess my diaper. Maybe later it would be taken off, but this was wishful thinking. I subsequently learned it would be a week before I would get a clean diaper and there was no way I could escape from heavily messing it. However for the time being I held my piss. I was on the sunny side of the van and getting ever hotter and more sweaty. When the driver returned he led me over to a bench and seat and told me to sit down. Not easy in my rigid brace. At least it was in the shade. The mate brought a cold box and produced some sandwiches. He told me it was best if I broke them into fairly small pieces before feeding the pieces through my mouth slit and into my mouth and I should take care not to let any food drop down inside the helmet. Eating was not difficult and I had four sandwiches. To drink he told me there was a drinking tube in the pouch on my belt which I took out and used to drink from a bottle. He wiped my helmet with a tissue as he said I had got mayonnaise smeared on it and I put the drinking tube back in the pouch. I then struggled to my feet and hobbled back to the van and was helped in and the belts again fastened round my, before the door was shut and we moved off. The van was very hot having been stood in the sun and closed and I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable. As the journey progressed my bladder became increasingly full and the need to piss greater. Whilst I must have worn diapers as a child I had no recollection of them so it was against all my instincts to piss other than in a toilet. I held on as long as I could, but eventually just had to piss. I felt awful as the hot urine ran round my bum and I became aware of the damp diaper. At least my bladder felt comfortable now, though I felt wretched sitting in the damp soiled diaper. It must have taken another couple of hours to reach the destination. After passing through an industrial town we arrived at a rather grim looking building. It looked like a sort of warehouse being several stories high and with only small, barred, windows. There was an arched entrance way, with a high wooden gate set back, into which we drove. A security guard came out and spoke to the driver and then opened the gate. Inside was a large, stone paved, courtyard with buildings all round. The driver stopped and then got me out of the vehicle. I was conscious of my wet diaper as I moved. Once out of the van he told me to follow him. I hobbled across the yard, clomping along on my patten and rather dragging the weighted boot. I did not really have time to look around and of course my vision was restricted by the helmet> However I was aware of the rather grim aspect of the buildings, again with small barred windows. I followed him through a door and into a poorly lit passage also with a stone floor. Part way along he turned left and there was a flight of stone steps. He told me to go up a step at a time, my weighted boot first and then the rigid brace. It was tiring and I sweated even more in my uniform. At the top of the steps we went along another corridor, this time wooden floored and I was taken into a room with a desk and some chairs and a filing cabinet and told to wait. I stood leaning against the wall. I was very nervous about what was going to happen to me and what I had gotten into. I must have stood there about ½ hour, feeling ever more nervous and uncomfortable. Also my bowels were feeling uncomfortable. No doubt full, but also the result of the tension I was feeling. Eventually the door opened and a person in an office suit came in. He put a chair at 45 degrees to the front of the desk and told me to sit down before seating himself at the other side of the desk and opening a file.
“Welcome to ‘The Club’. This is a private club specialising in leather, rubber and bondage. It is part of the Acme Group and you have been sent to work here to pay off your debt to the group. You have already been issued with your uniform, which you will always wear as long as you are working as a Bonded Laborer. Before I explain about your work let me review your debt. The standard working week here is 5 days and 5 hours per day, though you will of course be required to work whenever needed. However your pay is based on the standard week. We do not have holidays so generously you are paid bore 52 weeks per year. That is $6240 per annum. Your current debt is $10674.12 plus $500 for your nice shiny uniform which totals $11174.17. Interest is at 50% added at the start of the year which means a total debt as of now of $16761.26. At the year end your earning will be deducted giving a year end debt of $10521.26 meaning you have paid off $652.91. That means that you should pay off your debt in about 18 years, providing you do not incur any fines for disobedience etc. Any disobedience is punished by both fines and special duties. You are not allowed to leave the premises without special permission. This will occasionally be granted, but not in the first 6 months of your bonded labor service. Whilst you are here you will always be addressed by your BL number. You are now bonded labourer No. 214. When at work you will wear a tabard showing your number. You may have wondered about the ear plug you are wearing. That is attached to the receiver on your belt and enables management to speak to you at any time. You will be assigned as a labourer in the kitchens initially and will work with BL 187. He will be responsible for training you and for showing you the procedures. You will share a cell with him for sleeping and in the initial period you will always be together. Now any questions?”
My mind was in a whirl and though I could think of various things I just shook my helmeted head. I was told to stand up which I did, again not finding it easy to get back up on my raised boot and patten. He then fiddled with the receiver on my belt and having done that he picked up the phone and asked the person on the other end to test 214. Shortly afterwards I heard a voice in my ear telling me to nod my head and to tell the manager if the volume was correct. I obeyed and said the volume was ok. He picked up the phone and told the person the receiver was ok and asked him to call 187 to the office. He then produced the identity tabard I would be wearing. It was yellow pvc, each panel being about 12” square with yellow shoulder straps and side straps, also yellow pvc, with black lettering
‘The Club’
BONDED
LABORER
No. 214

I put the tabard on and fastened the side straps, being told to wear it loosely strapped. He checked it was correct. Shortly there was a knock on the door and he said to come in. I turned to look at the door and saw it slowly open and BL 187 came in. I could tell this by his tabard. I had expected him to be in the same uniform as I was wearing, but he was not. I would soon realise that the term ‘uniform’ merely meant the sort of bondage gear we bonded laborers wore. He was on crutches as he had full length braces on each leg attached to heavy work boots. Whereas my braces were worn over the rubber suit, his legs were bare. Above the braces he wore a pair of yellow rubber pants, presumably over a diaper which a black leather harness to hold the pants and diaper in place and prevent removal. He then had a short black rubber T-shirt with short sleeves and which only came down to his waist so his rubber pants were visible. Rather the same rig out as a baby would wear. Finally he had a 3” leather collar and a black full face helmet with blinders. He also had a wait belt like mine and I could see the wire going up into his helmet. He came in and stood to attention. The manager told him I was a newly arrived labourer and would be working with him for foreseeable future and would be sharing his sleeping cell. He was told to show me the sleeping cells and the mess room and then to take me to work when his shift started at 18.30. I was told to follow him and we went out in to the corridor. He was very agile on his crutches and I had difficulty keeping up with him. We went along the rather austere passage and then through a door into a sort of stair well. We had to climb two flights. I found it very tiring though BL 187 seemed to manage quite well. We went along a rather dingy corridor with doors at intervals and at about the 6th door he opened it and I followed him in. The cell was quite large. Approximately 12ft x 16 ft. The floor was bare wood and the walls were stone, whitewashed. There was a small barred window in the narrower end wall. The furnishings comprised a large bed, about 6ft x 7ft. against the wall. It had a black pvc covered mattress and two black pvc covered pillows, but no sheets or blankets. There were two chairs and a small table. The door swung shut. The cell smelt of rubber and shit. DL 187 crutched round so he was facing me. Both of us had restricted vision so could only see other when almost face to face.
“Welcome to this hell-hole. My name is Adrian, what’s yours”
“I’am Darren”
“And you’re another Acme Finance debtor. Not what you expected when you signed the agreement. How long is your estimated repayment period?
“18 years, and yours?”
“They reckon about 27 years. Now there are a couple of hours before we have to go to work. It is mainly washing up and cleaning and we usually finish about three in the morning. At the end of the corridor is the mess room where we get food. I usually eat just before going to work. Have you eaten recently?”
“I was given several sandwiches and some drink about 3 hours ago”
“Well I suggest we have a rest now. You must be warm and sweaty in that suit?”
“Yes I am. It is very uncomfortable. I have also pissed in my diaper. Its awful. When does it get changed?”
“It is usually once a week”
“Once a week!! But that’s awful. It will be very heavy and messy”
“It is. Just feel my pants and that is only 5 days of messing my diaper”
I put my hand inside the leather harness supporting his pants and could feel the soft mass move in his diaper. That was what was in store for me. He explained that we would be called 30 minutes before having to be on duty. Adrian lay on the bed, on his back with his braces legs apart. I did likewise and must have fallen asleep for the next I knew was the voice in my ear telling me time to get ready for duty. We both got up and Adrian took me to the mess room. It was empty. There was a wooden table and some benches. Along one wall were cabinets for food, mainly sandwiches but also bread, butter and jam and some fruit. There were a couple of hot containers with soup and porridge. There were also soft drinks and tea and coffee. Guided by Adrian I had a few sandwiches and a large glass of cola to drink. Eating was not two difficult. At least I could put food straight into my mouth whereas Adrian had to push it down inside the mouth cover on his helmet and also between the blinders. After eating, which we did standing up Adrian told me to wipe my helmet with a tissue and he wiped his helmet. Maybe it was the nervous tension of preparing to go to work and to start the long haul of paying off my debt, but I suddenly felt a very strong urge to shit. I spread my legs a little and leant forward and after some hesitation I felt the hot shit fill the rear of my diaper and then I pissed again. Adrian obviously realised what was happening.
“You’ve just shit your diaper for the first time?”
“Yes, and it feels awful”
“You’ll get used to it after a while, now lets go to work.”
I hobbled behind him, the hot shit squelching in my diaper and fearful of what lay ahead


To be continued