Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

Chapter Description: The interview continues despite the increasing discomfort of Anna.

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Somehow there were more questions. A lot more. Some of them were repeats whereas others seemed completely irrelevant to the goal of the session. The interview had never been comfortable for Anna, but it increasingly felt like an interrogation where Mr. Sawyer was trying to catch her out in some way. It was exhausting having to keep her mental guard up constantly, not to mention the fake smile she wore which was now starting to hurt the muscles in her face.

The worst part was the cramps in Anna’s tummy. As she sat and listened to Ryan making up a story about how nice it was to put his feet up and watch the girls cleaning, she looked around at the men of the crew. She felt certain someone had spiked her bottle, when she saw the man holding the boom mic give her a sneering wink she felt her temperature rise. She had no idea if it was a plan straight from Mr. Sawyer or one of the other guys looking to humiliate the “uppity” woman, but Anna felt sure someone had fed laced her drink with a heavy dose of laxatives.

Anna was tense as she did her best to maintain her position and not let on that the cramps were building in intensity. She wondered how much longer this could possibly go on for. The list of questions seemed never ending. As a fresh gut-twisting cramp wracked her body Anna tensed up and twisted to the side slightly.

“Is everything alright?” Mr. Sawyer asked. There was no concern on his face.

Anna didn’t know if lying was the right move but telling the truth didn’t seem too appealing. She quickly nodded her head and hoped that would be the end of it, of course it wasn’t.

“Ryan, could you remind your wife what good girls do?” Mr. Sawyer said rather pointedly. It looked like he was having fun making Ryan be the “bad guy.”

“Huh? I don’t…” Ryan started as he looked at Anna.

Anna winced and bent over forwards as she felt a cramp rip through her body. She’d been in this position many times and knew it wouldn’t be long until she was messing herself whether she had chosen to let go or not. Ryan seemed to see what was going on immediately. He gulped nervously.

“C-Can we take a break?” Ryan asked Mr. Sawyer as he put a hand on Anna’s back, “I mean we can’t have this conversation in the finished product, right?”

“We can edit later.” Mr. Sawyer waved away the objection like he was swatting a fly, “Robert, make sure you get a close up when it happens.”

“You… bastard.” Anna hissed as she barely got through another spike in pain and pressure.

“Anna, make sure you get into the classic squatting position.” Mr. Sawyer said with obvious relish, “We need to make sure our viewers know exactly what is happening.”

Anna didn’t need the reminder that all of this would be seen by millions of people all over Sallas. That everyone would see her as nothing more than any other woman, a subjugated “girl” completely dependent on the men in her life. She thought about her adoptive parents watching her like this, she could picture only too clearly her father’s massive belly laugh.

“Anna…” Ryan said softly.

Anna held up a hand to silence her husband. She didn’t need telling. She slowly slipped forwards off the chair and turned her back to the camera as she lowered herself down. The room was so quiet she felt like she could hear the subtle electrical buzz of the cameras.

“Ryan, why don’t you talk about what is happening for our audience at home?” Mr. Sawyer prompted.

Anna couldn’t see what was going on as her hands were on the couch. The end was near. She did hear Ryan complaining and Mr. Sawyer promptly shutting him down though. Thus, she was left listening to humiliating commentary from her own husband about what she was doing.

“W-Well…” Ryan stuttered, “It seems Anna needs to… use her diaper. On a normal day her d-diaper would mean she wouldn’t have to pause from her duties…”

Anna was blushing brightly. Despite everything she still couldn’t relax and let the inevitable happen, not with the cameras watching. She was slowly losing control though, soon no amount of willpower would prevent the pressure in her bowels from overwhelming her.

“I find Anna is happier when she doesn’t have to think about much.” Ryan continued. His voice flat and without emotion, “Girls are better off with as few complex adult thoughts as possible.”

“Indeed. Research shows that girls are happier when they don’t have to think of such silly notions as making it to the bathroom.” Mr. Sawyer chimed in, “In fact, according to a recent government study, seventy-eight per-cent of women report less satisfaction with life post-potty training and…”

The stats continued to be rattled off as Anna strained in her squatting position. When the end came it was sudden and violent. Her body, growing impatient with her stubbornness, simply took over and pushed down regardless.

“I think she… Yes! There she goes!” Mr. Sawyer said excitedly.

Anna felt tears going down her cheeks as she finally felt the relief of opening her bowels. Unfortunately for her any good feelings she got from that were immediately subsumed by the horrible yet familiar sensation on stickiness spreading in her diaper. She could feel the padding pushing out as she filled it, the clean white disposable quickly becoming brown. The warmth of her “accident” hurriedly spread up towards her lower back and down between her legs. Whatever she had been given to make this happen had loosened her up majorly.

“Nothing reinforces a girl’s position in life like filling her diaper.” Mr. Sawyer said coldly.

“Y-Yeah…” Ryan replied. His voice had none of the enthusiasm of his earlier fake answers.

Anna still wasn’t done. She could feel her lower intestines grumble and then another wave of poop quickly exited her. As she felt the growing mess starting to test how good the padding was at actually containing it, she let out a little sob. Mr. Sawyer’s words felt doubly painful to her. He knew this wasn’t how she wanted to live.

After a third and final push which was accompanied by an embarrassingly loud sound of breaking wind it was finally over. Anna had thoroughly filled the diaper and was now just squatting and facing away from the camera.

“And it’s not as difficult as you’d imagine to clean up is it, Ryan?” Mr. Sawyer prompted.

“Not at all.” Ryan replied.

Anna wanted to run away but she knew she couldn’t. As hard and painful as it was, she had to keep up the façade. She reached up to wipe the tears away and took a couple of deep breaths. Using more bravery than she felt she had ever shown in her life she stood up. The heavy load in her disposable shifted slightly and she moved her feet a little further apart. She turned around and faced the camera with her smile back in place, a mask that hid the torment inside.

“As happy and pretty as ever.” Mr. Sawyer said with a large grin. Anna knew he must know how difficult this was for her to stomach, “Sit down and we can continue.”

Anna knew she would have to, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. She slowly eased herself down until she felt the bottom of her diaper touching the couch cushion. As she put her weight down, she felt herself sinking into the mess that spread in every direction. She could barely supress a shudder as she sat down fully, intensely aware of the smell that was rapidly polluting the air around her.

The interview carried on for another several hours. In that time Anna wasn’t allowed to change or go anywhere. Occasionally a fresh bottle would be brought to her that she would be expected to drink with the end result that as well as being covered in poop her diaper was saturated. She felt exhausted, humiliated and that things couldn’t possibly get worse. She wasn’t sure she had ever felt this bad even back at the college.

“That should be all for today.” Mr. Sawyer finally said.

They had been going for so long the sun was starting to set. The whole day had been spent acting like all of this was normal, that this was something Anna wanted. Relief poured through her when she heard it was coming to an end. She looked at Ryan who seemed equally tired, he took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are we done?” Ryan asked. The crew were packing away their equipment and Mr. Sawyer had stood up.

“Done?” Mr. Sawyer replied with a frown.

“I mean, you said there was a government job waiting for me and I’m anxious to get started.” Ryan said.

“All in good time.” Mr. Sawyer patted Ryan on the shoulder, “But we have a lot to do with the two of you before then. We should have some idea how long this is all going to take after tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Anna spoke up. Unlike the men she was still sat on the couch unwilling to move and spread the mess in her underwear even further.

“You didn’t think this was all going to be finished today, did you?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he looked from Anna to Ryan with a chuckle, “No, no, no, today was all about the domestic market. This will be edited and put on the television, the internet, radio, billboards, everywhere. Tomorrow we will need to do start work on the foreign market.”

Anna dropped her head to her hands. She had barely been keeping it together but to hear they would have to do all of this again nearly broke her completely. She sobbed as she realised just how big this campaign was going to be, how she would be the face of everything she hated. It was a cruel joke.

Mr. Sawyer and his men slowly left until Anna was left alone in the living room with Ryan. He was holding and trying to comfort her with little success. All Anna could think about was seeing her face everywhere saying words that weren’t hers. She was a traitor and all it had taken from a threat of personal harm.

“We should get you changed.” Ryan eventually said.

“I can do it.” Anna sniffed as she finally looked up. Her face was puffy from the crying.

“No, it’s OK. Let me help you.” Ryan smiled, “We’re in this together.”

Anna never thought there would be a situation where she would agree to letting any man change her but when she saw the look of concern and love on Ryan’s face she relented and allowed him to help her to her feet. The waddle to the changing table was one of the most difficult of her life.

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