Jane woke groggily. Her head hurt, she was cold and uncomfortable. She tried to sit up, but found that her limbs did not respond or at least they did, but nothing happened, other than a sharp pain in her wrists. Opening her eyes, Jane saw that she was lying on the floor of a kitchen. After tugging at her wrists, Jane found that they were tied. She also noticed a tugging sensation at her feet. Looking down, with her head clearing more and more by the second she saw three things at once. Firstly, that she was naked. Secondly that there was a black bin bag covering her thighs and thirdly that Rita was pulling a cable tie tightly around her ankles. Rita was tying her up.



“Rita, Jane screamed shrilly, what are you doing?”



Rita stood up, picked something off of the counter and then lunged towards her prone victim.



“Rita stop. Let go of. SLAP Mmphhh, Jane’s further protests were cut short as Rita slapped her hard across the face and, as her ex friend gapped, open mouthed at the assault, shoved the wet, washing up cloth into Jane’s mouth.



“Oh shut up Jane. It’s always about you and what you want. Well now it’s my turn bitch and you will keep quiet until I am ready to speak to you.”



As she was ranting, Rita had pulled another bin bag from the role and wrapped it around Jane’s head, securing the wash cloth in place and knotting the bag securely. Reaching into one of the kitchen drawers and, after yanking Jane into a sitting position, pulled out a role of carpet tape.



“I have know idea why they have carpet tape in the kitchen, Rita mused, but I am glad they were so thoughtful.”



With that statement, she used the tape to secure the gag in place, tightly compacting the bag and wash cloth deeply into her mouth, so that Jane’s cheeks bulged like a hamster’s. Once she was satisfied, she reached down and grabbing Jane by the upper arm, pulled her to her feet.



Jane tottered unsteadily, wiggling to keep her balance, which was not easy considering that her ankles were tied together, as were her wrists. Looking down, Jane saw that the bag she noticed earlier had somehow followed her. After a moment though she was able to see that, for some obscure reason, Rita had punched two holes in the bottom of the sack and pushed her legs through the holes. Jane could imagine only one purpose for this, which was confirmed when Rita pulled the sac further up her legs until the bottom of the bag sat securely against her pussy.



Rita grabbed some kitchen role from the counter and forced it between Jane’s knees, so that the cardboard ends of the role nestled at the side of each knee joint. This caused Jane to wobble and nearly fall over, but Rita caught her and then bent down to her work. Because of the bag, Jane could not see clearly what was happening, but the ripping sound of carpet tape, followed by a tugging near her crotch was answer enough. Rita was sealing the leg holes on the bin bag.



Once each leg had received several turns from the tape, Rita bent down and pulled the kitchen towel free, before securing Jane’s knees with more cable ties. Rita now turned her attention to the kitchen cabinets, pulling open drawers and cupboards before cursing.



“Damn, either they don’t have any or it might be in the shed. Don’t go anywhere bitch, Rita spat as she stomped out.



Jane weighed her options as she was left alone. She might be able to move further along the counter and grab a knife, but unless Rita was going to be gone for some time, she could not see how this would help her. Rita would surly punish her, but it might be worth the effort. She might try hopping into the street, but she would not be able to reach up and open the front door. She might very well fall over any way. The phone, given her current state, was definitely not an option. Looking around the counter, amidst the clutter of plates and leftovers, Jane spotted her knife. A quick hop to the left and then another, but on the third she nearly fell and it took some effort to get to the knife.



“Where do you think your going bitch? Rita demanded as she stomped over and slapped Jane again. When I say stay, I mean just that.”



Jane seemed to consider for a second before taking out what she had found in the shed or garage or wherever she had been. She had another role of sacks, but this one was larger than the household variety. These were larger, stronger, garden sacks. Pulling a sack from the role, she opened it, spreading it on the ground before Jane. She repeated the process so that there where two bags open on the floor, one inside the other.



“Since you like hopping, just jump into that, Rita sneered as she grabbed her prisoner by the arm and pulled her forcefully forward.



Jane hopped into the sacks and was then forced down by the other woman so that she was sitting with her legs slightly bent. Rita then pulled the black body sack up, so that it covered her breasts and reached up to her shoulders, slipping underneath her tied arms. She then ruffled the two outer bags so that they stood up a little more.



“I bet you are wondering what all of this is about? Well it’s quite simple. Since you are a trashy little whore, I thought I would treat you as such. Your going to help me clean up bitch and then I am going to throw you away when I have finished with you, just like you threw our friendship away.”



Jane only had moments to shake her head in denial as the implications of Rita’s tirade sank in before the first unfinished bowl of porridge was scooped into the body sack. Jane shuddered and tried not to feel sick as more and more food was showered over her, sliding in a gooey mess down her front and pooling amidst her pussy hairs. After a few bowls Rita obviously decided that Jane needed something down her back and, pulling the sack backwards, emptied the contents of the cooking pot, half full of porridge down Jane’s back, so that it pooled in a sticky heap at her ass. Next came the curry and then the chilli sauce, alternating from front to back and, when Rita was feeling vindictive, over Jane’s head. This was accompanied by muffled squeals and squeaks, but eventually Rita grabbed the carpet tape and, attaching one end to the back of the sack, used it to create a shoulder strap as she attached the tape to the front of the sack. She repeated the process on the other shoulder so that Jane now looked like she was wearing an unflattering, baggy, swim suit.



Rita was not finish, however. Taking the tape, she attached one end to Jane’s elbow, wrapping the tape around Jane’s body, under her breasts, returning over her arms, in several turns, securing her prisoners arms tightly against her body. Next she attached the tape just under Jane’s knee. She then pulled Jane’s knees up, just under her breasts and pulled the tape so that she was able to wrap it around the girl’s torso and arms.



Rolling Jane over onto her side, Rita pulled a cable tie through the ankle and wrist ties, yanking them together in a painful hog tie. Satisfied Rita used her hands to smear the contents of the body sack into all of the little places that it had not reached, before pulling the girl up into a sitting position and pulling the outer bags up, level with Jane’s head.



All though out the first half of the assault Jane had whimpered, cried and pleaded or at least made pleading noises through her gag. Now however, she sat as a dejected heap, sniffing to herself as her tears and snot mingled with leftovers that had run down her face. She made no reaction as Rita started to empty more garbage onto her. Mash, dips, things in pastry cases, crisps, paper napkins. In fact, Rita was genuinely shocked by the amount of waste produced by the bishops. This did not stop her from dumping it onto Jane.



Eventually, the sack covered Jane all the way up to her top lip. This did not, however, stop Rita, who had entered spring-cleaning mode. She gathered up all of the waste baskets from the rooms and placed them in the kitchen. Going to the garage, she returned with something that she had seen when she was looking for the garden sacks.



“Can’t have you suffocating on me now can I? Rita asked as she undid the wrapping on a dust covered and very unused brake fluid kit. Taking the vinyl tubing and cutting it in two, she forced the tubes painfully up Jane’s nostrils, before taping them in place. She had also found a sink drain kit. Taking the flexible hose from this, she taped the vinyl tubes into one of the openings. Satisfied. She then dumped the contents of the bathroom bin, complete with sanitary products, into the bag, just in front of Jane’s face. Next she unloaded more of the baskets and bins. She even emptied a sack that she had already filled, until all traces of Jane disappeared.