[Runesmith]

She opened her eyes in surprise and found that the metallic eye-bolt like part attached to the metal box had opened, releasing the loop of rope threaded through it. Instead of the blinking red LED, there was now a steady green LED shining on the box.

Excitement surged through her. She could get free! She realized that she should first free her left hand. To reach it, she would have to partially turn to her left side. She turned, as the soggy skirt clung to her thighs, and the rapidly cooling puddle soaked in to the mattress made a disgusting squelching sound, as some of the piss dripped on to the floor below, and the rest started soaking the front of her skirt and top.

She could barely reach her left wrist, and the right ankle joint felt like it was going to get pulled apart as she tried to get a better angle. The knot was, however, mercifully simple, and after about 15 minutes of struggling in that disgusting puddle of her own making, she managed to get her left hand free.

She sat up on the bed, the urine squelching up around her and soaking the areas on the back of the skirt that had so far escaped. Untying a leg involved the kind of acrobatics one only sees in a circus. As each ankle was tied to each side of the bed, she had to bend over at the waist along her right thigh and reach out with her right hand to reach the knot. This knot was a bit more complicated, and she had to take frequent breaks to assuage her screaming back. Her anger returned, knowing that some pervert behind the camera was enjoying her pain and humiliation. It took almost half an hour of struggling in a puddle of her own cold piss to release the right ankle. The left ankle was a piece of cake.

Finally, she was free!

To be continued.