Chapter Twenty-Three
The Jones Belt
Jeanette was sweating too, waiting inside her dark little coffin. There was plenty of air, but it was hot and moist; and, although she was naked, she was sweating profusely because of the closeness of the compartment and the stress imposed by total, complete, incapacitating bondage. The straps were leather with a rubber covering, and they were fastened to the bulkhead behind her with heavy rivets. Although she couldn’t know it, she faced outward, and her back was mounted on a steel plate that opened into the hold of the freighter. When they came for her, they unlocked the heavy steel outer panel, and then rotated the steel plate that Jeanette was bound to. The plate turned inward one hundred eighty degrees and allowed the crew members who came for her
