Day 5

Jane was awake when the lights came on.  A disturbance at the far end of the room had roused her earlier.  She wasn’t sure what had happened, but the door had opened and there had been noise then the door closed.   When the lights came on, she rolled off the cot and stood and immediately looked down the room.  The cot where the woman she knew only as 82 had slept was empty.  No one else seemed to pay much attention.  Jane had also noticed that several more of her group had developed that flat expression and stare that she now characterized as “disconnected.”

Jane joined the usual line and walked to the bath and took care of her morning toiletries.   She showered, shaved her entire body and treated her piercing as instructed.  Breakfast as usual was filling, if now somewhat repetitive.  Jake came into the room and began giving out assignments.

:93, lounge, table”

There it was.  She was no longer a footstool.  Now she was a table.  Maybe that was a promotion.  Jake finished giving instructions and dismissed them to their duties.  Jane made her way to the lounge.  She found herself alone in the room.  Apparently, being short on number meant that she was the only furnishing for the lounge.    She found her position in front of the couch and knelt.  In a few minutes Jake and Roger came into the room, lifted the heavy glass tabletop and carefully positioned it on her back.

Jane was surprised at the weight of the glass.  She also found that it required extra attention to keep herself positioned so that the top of the table was perfectly level.  She focused on a small stain on the carpet beneath her and concentrated on keeping the tabletop in place.

Having no way to judge time, she had no idea how long she was on her hands and knees with the heavy glass on her back.  At some point, several of the guests came into the lounge, fixed drinks and took seats around the table.  Janes efforts to remain perfectly still and keep the tabletop level prevented her from trying to identify shoes or listen to any conversation.  In time, they set the empty glasses on the glass on her back and left. 

Janes arms and legs began to complain.  Her back and neck were aching as well.  She continued to stare at the spot on the carpet until Jake and Roger returned and cleared the glasses and lifted the tabletop from her back.  Jane stood, stretched in an attempt to work out the kinks and knots in her muscles, then headed to the dining hall.  Almost everyone else was at the table when she arrived.  There was still one empty chair.

After lunch and their usual bathroom break, Jake again handed out assignments.  Jane heard her number and expected to return to the lounge and the onerous task of table.

“93, ground floor toilet, service”

This was a new one.  She had not been assigned this one yet.  She had heard others get this assignment.  A hint of fear swept through her.”

“93, come with me.”

Jake called her out and led the way to the downstairs restroom.  It was nothing special.  A bath with a toilet, bidet, sink and shower.  A cupboard in once corner.  Jake stopped and looked at her.

“You will perform service in this space until you are relieved.”

He opened the cupboard.

“There are supplies here.  Keep the space neat and orderly.  Wipe down the fixtures after every use.  Keep clean towels in the racks.  Wipe the floor after every use.  Perform the necessary service for each guest.”

He saw her confused look.

‘You have a question?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ask.”

“What is necessary service?”

“Is this your first toilet duty?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He nodded.

“For male guests you will assist them with their clothing.  You will hold their member if they are urinating.  When they are done, you will clean, with your tongue and mouth, their member and return it to its place and adjust their clothing.  For female guests you will do the same except you will wait for them to urinate.  IF the member is defecating, you will wait until they are done.  You will use a warm wet cloth to clean them and a towel to dry them, then help them readjust their clothing.  After they leave, you will clean the fixtures and room completely with the supplies in the cupboard.”

Jane stared wide-eyed at the instructions.

“Is that clear enough.”

“Yes Sir.”

Jake left abruptly and Jan stared around the room.  She opened the cupboard and looked, locating all the supplies.   She found a place to one side of the cupboard and stood, facing the door, waiting.

Again, with no reference, Jane had no idea how long she waited.  There were no clocks she had seen anywhere in the house.  Abruptly the door opened, and, to her surprise, Keith walked in.  She gasped slightly.  He looked at her, paused for a moment then simply moved to stand in front of the toilet and he waited.

Jane realized that he was waiting on her.   She moved to one side and fumbled slightly with the zipper on his trousers.  She was tentative as she worked to remove his cock from the confinement of his trousers but finally managed to get it free.  She held it pointed in the direction she hoped was appropriate.  In seconds a firm stream of golden urine began to flow from his cock.  She held his member directing the stream into the basin until it diminished to a small stream and then a few drops.  He turned to face her.

Dropping to her knees, she remembered Jake’s instructions and hesitantly ran her tongue over the tip of his cock.  She could taste the salty bitterness of the urine on her tongue.  She continued to work her tongue over and around the head of his cock until he uttered one word.

“Enough”

She started at his voice but composed herself rapidly and returned his cock to its place, pulling the zipper on his trousers into place.  Without any other acknowledgement, he stepped back and left the small room.  She sat on her heels.  Her mind was reeling.

He didn’t even acknowledge me.  It was if I didn’t exist.  I was just another thing in the room.

She rose and retrieved cleaning supplies from the closet.  She dutifully cleaned the entire toilet and the floor around it.  Finding a receptacle for the soiled towels, she tossed them and returned to her place beside the cupboard.  She was still in a slight state of shock when the next man entered the room.   She had seen him before.  He was large, probably close to 6’ 5” and looked to be about 300 lbs.   He stopped and gave her a good up and down look before he moved in front of the toilet.

Jane moved quickly.  This time she was a bit more adroit with his trousers and cock and he was soon urinating quickly.  Jane noted that his cock was a bit bigger than Keiths both in length and girth.  She also noted that as she held his cock gingerly with two fingers it began to grow, becoming engorged and tumescent.  By the time he had finished urinating it was almost halfway to full erect.  He turned and spread his legs slightly as he faced her.  

Jane dropped to her knees and leaned in, her tongue working over the tip of the cock.  Suddenly she felt hands on her head, pulling it forward, forcing the cock into her mouth.  As it hit the back of her throat, she gagged slightly and instinctively tried to pull away.  She heard the man speak as he pulled her head forward again, forcing the now entirely erect cock into her throat.

“Take it all you fucking cunt.”

The man began to work her head back and forth, using her tongue and mouth to masturbate his cock.  It took only a few minutes for him to convulse and, ramming his cock as deep into her throat as possible, send a stream of semen down her throat.  Pulling her head back he growled at her again.

“Finish cleaning it bitch.”

She worked her tongue around his cock until he snorted.

“Enough”

She dutifully returned the now rapidly deflating cock to his pants and he disappeared without another word.  Again, she performed her duties to clean the toilet and the floor and then herself. 

Her morning passed quickly.  The toilet was a popular destination and by the time her morning shift was complete, she had seen 4 of the 6 cocks and one of the pussies.   The arrival of Ms. Fitzsimmons in the toilet had set Jane into an even deeper state of shock.  

The woman had entered and stopped breaking into a wide grin.

“This is a pleasure.  I haven’t seen you on this detail yet.”

Ms. Fitzsimmons was wearing a knee length skirt which she pulled up around her waist.  Beneath she was naked.  That didn’t surprise Jane.  

“Put the seat down 93.”

Jane moved and carefully lowered the seat on the toilet.  Ms. Fitzsimmons took her place and Jane soon heard the splash of urine into the bowl.  When the sound of the splashing had ceased, Ms. Fitzsimmons stood and looked at Jane.

Jane moved and knelt.  She looked up at the bare shaven pussy in front of her.  Leaning in she ran her tongue slightly over the folds of the woman's labia.   She heard Ms. Fitzsimmons voice above her.

“Work that tongue in deep 93.  I want to make sure I am clean!

With that admonition, Jane pushed her tongue between the labial folds and into the woman's pussy.  She felt the small opening of the urethra and worked the tip of her tongue over it and then swirled her tongue around.   She heard Ms. Fitzimmons sigh then speak.

“Oh yes.  That’s good 93 but you should quit now before I end up on the floor and letting you continue that until I have a good cum.  Perhaps I will request you one evening and you can perform for me in my bedroom.”

Jane leaned back as Ms. Fitzsimmons rearranged her skirt, turned to look in the mirror and gave her hair a perfunctory brush, then left without another word.  Jane gathered her supplies and prepared the room for the next guest.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  Her cheeks were flushed.  Her lips and chin glistened in the light with the reflection of the juices from the other woman's pussy.  She quickly used a face towel to wipe herself clean.

Jake appeared in the doorway.

“Follow me.”

He led her to the gang bathroom and then to the dining hall. 

After dinner, the Esmerelda appeared.   She looked up and down the row of chairs and then consulted a small piece of paper in her hand.

“There is a social event around the pool this evening.  93, 48 and 77.  You will have pool duty.  Stay here for further instructions.  The rest of you are dismissed to the bedroom.”

The others left quietly.  Jane knew that 48 was the dark-haired female that had been disconnected as long as Jane had been there.   77 was a young man.  He couldn’t have been more than 25.  He was a little chubby.  Keith would have called him a marshmallow.  He wasn’t disconnected, but like jane, seemed to have learned to contain any emotion or curiosity behind a façade of disinterest. 

Esmerelda interrupted Jane’s musings.

“You will serve at tonight's after dinner social at the pool.  Our usual guests will be joined by some special guests from the local community.  You are to perform as ordered.  Remember, that you are representing Sebastion and the Mansion tonight.  Be on your best behavior and perform to the best of your abilities.”

Esmerelda nodded to Jake.

“Follow me.”

The three stood and followed Jake as he led them to the pool.   The sun was just setting.  It was the first time Jane had been outside since she had arrived, and it was a refreshing change.  She could see sky, hear birds and got a chance to feel sun on her skin.   Jake took them around the pool, pointing to a spot where each of them were to wait.   Jane took her spot next to a small cabana house.   The only other people at the pool area were the other staff getting ready.  Bartenders were setting up their stations, waitresses were preparing tables and cooks moved in and out of the mansion setting out an assortment of finger foods and Hor’s d’orves.

The sun had set completely when the first of the guests began to arrive.   Sebastion had walked through inspecting everything earlier and Esmerelda had made an appearance, checking each of the numbers and then disappearing through the kitchen entrance. 

Soon, the whole pool deck was buzzing.   The lights came on which gave the entire area and sense of mystery.  The pool was surrounded by an extensive garden.  The lighting was arranged to make the mood somewhat surreal.   The pool was lighted and the reflections were, at times, almost psychedelic.

Jane noticed that the outside guests seemed to be regulars.  They paid little attention to the three naked numbers, focusing on the food and drinks. She managed to catch a glimpse of Keith who was busily chatting with a man and woman.  They pair were outside guests about Keith’s age.

Jane stood quietly as the guests continued to talk, laugh, mingle and enjoy the food and the drink.   She guessed that nearly two hours passed with nothing more than a casual glance in her direction from any of the guests.  The other two numbers had gotten little more attention until Jane noticed that 48, who stood directly across the pool from her had attracted a small crowd.  Jane couldn’t see much for the groups of people.  Then a couple directly in front of her moved away and she saw that 48 was being fucked soundly by one of the outside guests.  He had her pushed against the wall of the mansion and was rapidly thrusting his cock into her pussy from behind.   The small crowd soon filled in and Jane could no longer see.  The quick glance had, however, confirmed in her mind exactly what kind of duties they were there to perform.

With time and the liquor, things began to become more uninhibited.  Jane heard a commotion to one side and managed to get a glance of 77, bent over a table near the edge of the pool.  Another one of the outside guests was robustly sawing a cock in and out of the young man's ass.   77’s face was turned toward Jane and she could see him grimacing in pain but remaining silent and still as the assault occurred.  When the man behind 77 finished another stepped into his place.  Jane decided it was going to be a long night for 77.

Suddenly, Ms. Fitzsimmons appeared in front of Jane.   She was dressed in an emerald, green cocktail dress cut to show off her breasts to best advantage and she carried a flute of champagne.  Judging from her eyes, Jane concluded that Ms. Fitzsimmons had already enjoyed several of the glasses of the bubbly liquid.

“93!   I was hoping you would be here.   Come with me.”

Uncharacteristically, Ms. Fitzsimmons grabbed Janes hand and pulled her along.  The woman led Jane around the pool, stopping several times as Ms. Fitzsimmons spoke to others, who joined into the growing train of people.   Jane found herself being led out into the garden which was more mazelike than she had imagined.  Ms. Fitzsimmons seemed to know her way and led her band to a small gazebo set in the middle of a ring of high hedges.  In the gazebo were several chairs and couches arranged in conversation groups.   The entire scene was a bit eerie with the soft indirect lighting that changed constantly as the wind worked the shrubs and trees.  Jane then noticed that one of those who had joined the group with Ms. Fitzsimmons was Keith.  Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him, then noticed that he had his arm around the waist of a woman.  The woman appeared younger than Jane and of Asian descent.  She was mid height, slender but with large breasts.

Before Jane could think more about this new development, Ms. Fitzsimmons pulled her around.

“Now 93.  I have been thinking about you all day.  After your attentions in the toilet, I have wanted to feel that tongue of your properly.”

Jane watched as Ms. Fitzsimmons dropped back onto one of the couches, pulled up the hem of the cocktail dress to expose her naked pussy and spread her legs wide. 

“C0me 93.   Show me and everyone else how talented you are with that tongue of yours.”

Jane looked around.  Everyone was watching her.  She knew that elsewhere someone on the staff was watching as well, probably Esmerelda.  She dropped to her knees in front of Ms. Fitzsimmons and leaned down.   The looked at the freshly shaven pussy and could smell the perfume.  Evidently Ms. Fitzsimmons had indeed been thinking and preparing for just such an event tonight.

Jane used her tongue to spread the woman's labia and then slide her tongue through the folds.  Feeling the hard bud of Ms. Fitzsimmons clit, she flicked her tongue across the hard bud.  She felt the almost instantaneous reaction as Ms. Fitzsimmons trembled and groaned slightly.

Remembering the things Keith had done with her that she enjoyed so much, Jane pursed her lips around Ms. Fitzsimmons clit and begin to suckle it gently.   This brought another shudder from the woman and a deeper groan.   Ms. Fitzsimmons hands found Janes head and pulled it tighter.  Jane began to flick her tongue over the womans clit as she suckled. 

Suddenly, Jane felt hands on her waist.  The hands lifted her to her knees.  She braced her hands on the floor at the edge of the couch on which Ms. Fitzsimmons sat.  She focused to keep her mouth and tongue busy.  It was difficult as she felt a cock entering her pussy from behind.  She could not turn her head to see who was behind her.   Now she was having to concentrate doubly.

Behind Jane and to one side, Keith stood with his arm around the woman he knew only as Jasmine.  He was sure it wasn’t her real name.  She was one of the outside guests Sebastian had brought in for the evening.   She had singled out Keith as if she had instructions and attached herself to him firmly.  He didn’t mind.  She was young, attractive and made it abundantly clear that she was there for a good time.  He was busy watching Jane.   He knew that she was not actively bisexual so having to perform with a woman was probably putting her on the edge of her comfort zone.  The fact that now she was being fucked in front of a group of people was probably pushing her even further.  That was, of course, the intention.

The man behind Jane was on his knees fucking her mechanically.   In moments, he shook himself and ground his cock into her and deposited his load of sperm inside her.   Pulling away, he grabbed a tissue conveniently near the couch on a table, cleaned himself and stood.   Jane held her position, her mouth and tongue still firmly planted around Ms. Fitzsimmons pussy.  A thin rivulet of cum began to drip from Janes pussy. 

Jane, with the man now finished behind her, was focused on Mz. Fitzsimmons.  At first Jane had been focused on bringing the woman to orgasm quickly but had then reconsidered.   Jane had no idea how long this evening would last.  At least here, she was away from most of the crowd.  She settled in to make this engagement last as long as possible.

Keith watched as another man stepped in behind Jane, cock in hand, knelt and rammed his cock into her pussy.   This man began a slow careful fuck.   He was not hurried or frantic.  He seemed to be savoring her pussy.

Jane groaned around Ms. Fitzsimmons pussy.   The new cock in her pussy was different.  It was slow and easy.   She was getting aroused herself and this was such a change that it pushed her arousal to a level that focused her mind on nothing but the sensations she was experiencing.  She lost all thoughts of Keith, the woman he was with, even where she was.  All that was on her mind was the feeling of the cock in her pussy and its deliberate and sensual motions as well as the smell, taste and feel of Ms. Fitzsimmons pussy in her mouth and on her tongue. 

For the next half hour, Jane continued to tongue, lick and suck on Ms. Fitzsimmons pussy.  A succession of cocks entered her pussy, each depositing another load of cum inside her.  The crowd had slowly dwindled as other returned to the party.  Finally, unable to contain herself further, Mz. Fitzsimmons began to writhe, moan and then scream as she catapulted into a massice orgasm.   Her thighs clamped around Jines head and her fingers tangled in the blond hair.   The orgasm lasted for minutes until Ms. Fitzsimmons legs collapsed to the lfoor and she lay breathing heavily.  Jane leaned back and at on her heels.  She could feel the cum dripping from her pussy and knew her face was smeared with Ms. Fitzsimmons juices.   She sat and waited for her next orders.

Behind her and out of her sight, keith and Jasmine, and two other men were the only ones who had waited and watched to the end.  Keith tugged on Jasmines waist and faded back into the darkness of the garden before Jane could notice.   The two men soon followed leaving Jane and Ms. Fitzsimmons alone.

Jane saw Ms Fitzsimmons head come up.   Her eyes were half closed and she looked as if she was on some drug induced trip.

“93, you are amazing.   I may see if Sebastion will sell you to me so I can take you home.  You better go back to the pool and your duties.  I will rest here a bit and recover.”

Ms. Fitzsimmons dropped her head back on the couch cushion and closed her eyes.  Jane rose obediently and turned to leave.  She was surprised to see that they were alone.

Jane made her way back to the pool without problems, even in the dark and the unfamiliar territory of the gardens.  The noise from the party was enough of a guide to make it easy.  From the sounds, she guessed that the activities were heating up.  AS she entered back into the pool area, she surmised correctly.  The music was louder.  Couples were dancing.  At least four people were naked and in the pool.   48 and 77 were no where to be seen.  As soon as she entered the pool area, Jake appeared next to her.

“Hurry down to the bath and clean yourself up.  Douche and shower, then come back here.”

Jane was surprised, but turned obediently to head to the showers.   There she did as instructed, finding souch kits in the cabinet.  She showered, brushed her hair and teeth and then made her way back to the pool.  Jake again met her at the door and inspected her.

“Good.  Back to your spot.”

Jane walked around the pool and resumed her place near the cabana.  It didn’t take long for her to attract attention.

Two men came around the pool apron making a beeline for her.  They stopped in front of her, talking between themselves as if she was an inanimate object.

“She has great tits.”

“Yeah, and nice legs.   The belly is a bit saggy, but for her age she is in great shape.”

“I wonder why she is here?   You would think that she could find a place anywhere.  I might even take her home and keep her for a fuck toy.”

“Your wife would be really pleased with that, I’m sure.”

“True.  I guess I will have to just give it a go here and see how it would be to have it around the house all the time.”

“Sounds like a plan.   Where do you want to take it.”

The man looked around.

“Let’s just go in the cabana.  Its handy.”

The other man nodded.  He lifted the tag attached to her nipple.

“93.  Inside the cabana.”

Jane turned and walked through the door of the cabana.  More couches and chairs and to the rear, another room with a bed.

“On the bed.”

Jane padded through the door and climbed on the bed.  She was tired.  Her pussy ached.  She was a bit mentally numb.   Dutifully she lay down on her back.

The two men stripped.  Jane watched carefully.  Both were younger than she, perhaps in their mid 30’s.  Both were of average build and their cocks were as well.   She noticed that both were already aroused and fully erect.  A drop of precum glistened on the tip of their cocks.

“You want first go?”

“Sure.”

The man climbed on the bed and lifted Janes legs, holding them behind the knees, spread wide and pushed back.  Kneeling, he positioned his cock at her pussy and thrust deeply into her.  Her pussy twinged.  Deispite being so aroused early, the douche had left her dry and with no chance to prepare, the sudden drive of the cock rasped her pussy, causing her to gasp and yelp.  The man paid no attention and began to slam his cock up and down into her.

“How is it.”

“A bit loose actually.  I suspect she has already been fucked a couple of times tonight and it has stretched her out a bit.”

“yeah, that or she has had a couple of kids and her pussy is worn out.”

The man chuckled and continued to bang away at her pussy.   He eventually ground into her and jetted cum against her cervix.  Pulling out, he stepped from the bed.

“Your turn buddy.  You get my sloppy seconds.”

His friend laughed.

“You forget she has another hole that hasn’t had your minuscule cock in it.”

Jane clamped her eyes shut.  She realized the man intended to fuck her anally.   She was dry and knw there was no lube available.  She steeled herself for the ordeal.

The man climbed onto the bed, leaned down and spat heavily onto her asshole, rubbing the sputum around the tight ring with his finger.  He spat onto the head of his cock and then positioned himself.  He grasped her ankles and pushed them so far back over her head that her knees nearly touched her breasts.  In that position her hips were rolled up and her ass was pointing directly up at the man between her legs.  

She felt the head of his cock at her ass.   She closed her eyes and tried to relax as he began to work the head of his cock into her ass, stretching the tight muscle ring.  Jane groaned as it felt as if she was being torn wide open until finally, the widest part of the head of his cock slipped past the taut ring.  He sank his cock to its length into her colon and then begin to fuck slowly.  

Jane was thankful that he was going slow.  Her hands gripped the covers of the bed as the painful ass fucking continued.   The man seemed to enjoy stretching it out.  He managed the motions so that he came just to the edge of orgasm and them paused before starting the motions again.   Janes torment lasted a good half hour before the man sent a flood of sperm into her colon and then pulled away.

Standing at the edge of the bed, the two men looked down at Jane, lying with her legs still slightly bent and spread.   She was breathing heavily but had not reached orgasm.

“You ready to go back to the party?”

“Not yet.  One more chore for this cunt.  93, on your knees on the floor.”

Jane heard her number and opened her eyes.  She moved slowly, painfully to drop to the floor on her knees.   She looked up waiting.  The man who had just fucked her ass so thoroughly stood with his cock still hanging freed.   She could see cum on the end and the shaft, glistening and covered in dark flecks she thought was probably feces from her ass.

“Clean my cock.”

Her eyes flew open.  The man stepped forward, putting his shit covered cock close to her face.

“Open your mouth and clean my cock.  I don’t want to walk around the rest of the night with your shit covering my dick.”

Jane opened her mouth hesitantly.  The man placed a hand on her head and put his cock into her mouth and then pulled her head tightly to him.  Jane tasted cum, sweat and then the taste of her own feces spread over her tongue.   She gagged and tried to pull back.  The man held her head tightly.  To her horror, his cock began to grow erect, filling her mouth even more.  The more she struggled the bigger it got until it bounced against the back of her throat.  She gagged again and the man laughed, ramming his now nearly fully erect cock into her throat.  It sent Jane over the edge.

She gagged again and her stomach convulsed.  Bile rose from her stomach and filled her mouth.  It erupted with force around the man's cock, onto his trousers and the floor.   She heaved and gagged.  The man jerked away swearing.

“GOD DAMNED  Look at my pants.  Look at my shoes.   You stupid bitch!”

Jake appeared in the cabana bedroom.

“Is there a problem.”

“This cunt just puked all over me.”

Jake looked at Jane, kneeling on the floor. Her stomach still heaving slightly.  Her chin and tits were splattered with bile and she looked a little green.”

“Yes Sir.  It will be attended to.  Now if you would follow the waitress with me, she will take you to a private room where you can clean up.  We will provide you with fresh clothing and shoes and have these laundered and cleaned before they are returned to you.  I apologize for the inconvenience.”

The two men followed the waitress from the cabana, leaving Jake and Jane alone.

“93, you are a disappointment again. Come with me.”

Jane, realizing that she was again in trouble rose resignedly and followed.   Jake led her downstairs to Esmerelda's office.

“Wait in the hall”

Jane stood in the hall.  She could hear voices in the office.   Time passed and Sebastion came down the hall, glancing at her as he entered the office.  More voices could be heard.  The door opened and Jake appeared.

“Inside.”

Jane moved into he office.  Esmerelda and Sebastion looked grim.  It was Sebastian who spoke.

“93.  We have never had such an issue at one of our parties.  This is totally unacceptable.  I am afraid it is back to the box for you.  Perhaps another round will put your mind in the right place.”

Jane panicked.  She started to back away but ran into Jake standing behind her who put his large strong hands on her shoulder.  She shook her head and began to utter No, no no, over and over.

Sebastion looked at her.

“Quiet!”

The sound of his voice startled her into silence.   Sebastian spoke to Jake.

“Turn the box upright this time.  Give her 24 hours of the full treatment.”

She looked around in despair and disbelief.  They were going to punish her again for something she had no control over.   She found herself being marched down the stairs to the basement.

Roger was there and as they walked into the back room of the cellar, he was manhandling the box.  Instead of sitting with the door opening to the floor, the box now sat on its smaller side and the door opened facing up.  This made the bottom of the box only 3’ by 4’ and the box 4’ tall.   Without a word the two men picked her up and put her feet into the box.   One of them pushed her head down forcing her to crouch and then the lid banged shut above her. 

She could not stand upright.  She could not stretch her legs.  She could not, as she had done previously, curl up on her side on the floor.   The best she could manage was to sit with her back to against one side of the box and her knees pulled up to her chest and nearly touching the other side.  

Almost immediately, the entire box was illuminated by an intense painful light that emanated from all four sides of the box.  There was no way to turn away from it.   Jane clamped her eyes shut and put her hand over them.  The kight was so intense that she could see the clow through her hands and eyelids.   Then the voice stated.  This time the messages were more intense, more demanding and more demeaning.

“You are nothing.  You exist only as a thing.  Admit that you are a nothing.  aAccept that you are a nothing.  You must accept that you have no identity, that you are without identity, that you are no longer a person but an it.  You are a thing.  Empty your mind.  Do not think.  Admit your guilt.  Accept that you are a number nothing more.”

On and on the voice droned.  She could not escape it.  It seemed to eat its way into her mind.  Again, as before, the lights came on and off at irregular intervals.   The voice would stop and she would be left in the horrible bright light or in the inpenetrable dark with the voice still ringing in her ears. 

So ended Day 5 for Jane.