Chapter Twelve
Dressing For The Part – Primary Equipment Fitting
They walked to the counter and returned with towels and spray bottles of green liquid, then began to wash me with the combination detergent and disinfectant. The stuff was astringent and stung when it came in contact with my still-healing piercings, but they ignored my writhing moans and had soon washed every part of me they could reach and not covered by steel. I was very uncomfortable while I hung helplessly before them and my gasps and moans echoed in the room while they worked, but at last they were done and I’d been thoroughly rinsed off with a small hose.
“How are you doing Ms Jackson?” the smaller one asked quietly.
“I-I-I’m very uncomfortable and want to be let down. Please?”
“No, we can’t do that. We’re about to
