The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

" How long before we get there, Bish?"

"Well, my knowledge of London is not used what it used to be, but I'd say about ten minutes. How is she?"

"Angela managed to screw up the remote and the whole of the enema went in at one hit. Sarah's with her and she seems to be okay, but I THINK she's starting to cramp. Are YOU okay?"

"Fine! Haven't driven something like this for years!" The Bishop made eye contact with Lady Heather through the rear-view mirror. "I really am okay darling, just go back there and help Sarah look after Ally. Any thoughts on Angela?"

"Yeah! She can keep Allison company tonight, there'll be room and it'll probably be better for her, although after all this I'm not sure she'll be pleased to see her!"

Phil Bishop grinned,

"Well they won't exactly be able to come to blows now, will they?"

*

"Keep your head back!"

"Why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone? I can hardly see, my wrists are sore as hell and just for good measure you had to go and put those fucking handcuffs back on me! Oh and my feet are cold and my fucking bra is still hanging from some tree like some sort of flag of sexual surrender!"

They were back at the car. Liz was sitting in the drivers seat with the door open and Linda was squatting in front of her. The Peppergard had subdued her enough for Linda to take her back there, but she had needed the handcuffs to ensure that Liz did not attack her again. She had also had to take her boots off to stop her trying to kick her.

The two women stared at each other.

"Yeah! Well I didn't have a lot of options. It was either that or let you have another pop at me!" Liz couldn't see Linda very clearly at the moment because of the pepper spray, which Linda was trying to wash out of her eyes with the contents of a bottle of mineral water she had found in the glove box. But she could discern that there was going to be fairly extensive bruising to her face, that her nose was still trickling blood and that the cut above her eye might need a stitch in it and, although she had never been a violent person, she felt extremely satisfied with her handiwork.

*

When she had first become involved in these things, Ally had realised that it was best not to try and analyse her feelings. She had had a reasonably normal upbringing, her parents had loved her as best they could and the fact that they loved her all the more because they had no feelings for each other didn't really seem to enter in to it.

But some things, things that other people would find extremely perverse, interested and excited her and it was as if these feelings had been there from birth, because she had no recollection of any trigger points, any occasions that might have started her off on this long and definitely twisted road.

She was excited now.

As excited as she had ever been. Helpless, utterly helpless. Not sight, no speech, totally at the mercy of the people around her, the maternal, caring Sarah, the slightly aloof and all the more exciting for it, Lady Heather and… and that bitch Angela.

That wanton, perverse little control freak who had lorded it over her. Who had taken control, which had left her feeling like she was an utterly helpless slave to a mercurial and autocratic Mistress - and she had loved every minute of it.

Even the enema.

The enema that even at this moment was churning around inside her.

The cramps so far were mild but they were worth it. Worth it for the moment Angela had told her she was pressing the button. She was well aware of the fact that Sarah was concerned about her and that Lady Heather had dealt with Angela and, from what she could gather, that she wasn't going to be allowed to run loose for some time, but she had loved it, that feeling of helplessness and the feeling as the warm water laced with wine was forced into her insides.

The strange feeling as pints of fluid entered her, violating her, but doing it somehow gently. That someone was able to do this whilst she sat there bound and blindfolded, totally unable to do anything about it was so ridiculously exciting that she had found it hard to breath at times.

The cramps were coming quicker now, but so were the little waves of pleasure and the little spasms in her crotch. They weren't orgasms exactly, they were too small for that, but her clitoris was tingling and almost jerking. Was that why they said that men jerked off? Or was it because a lot of them WERE just jerking offs anyway.

Her mind was wandering, she knew that.

She felt intoxicated somehow and she knew, she absolutely knew, that it was nothing to do with the wine that was slopping around inside of her.

Her stomach felt distended.

Did she look as if she were pregnant?

What would she look like naked?

The cramps again.

Stronger this time, much, much stronger, but somehow much more pleasurable.

Bloody hell! Was she wet!

As wet as… no time for similes. She was wet and wanting and… shit! There were the cramps again. When she got out of this, that little bitch Angela was going to suffer, but maybe not before she got her to do it to her again.

*

"How's that?"

"You DO know that your nose is still bleeding don't you?"

"Are your eyes still burning?"

"No. Actually they're not and that stuff IS illegal in this country I suppose you ARE aware of that?"

"Don't get on your high horse, I ain't in the mood…"

"…and whose fault is that exactly?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay! Okay! Anyway, It's a long story…"

" Well I'm listening, we aren't exactly going anywhere like this right now. You're in no fit state to drive and it's going to be some time before my eyes clear completely."

"I can…"

Liz didn't exactly explode but she was still impressive for someone who was handcuffed and barefoot and had recently been doused with pepper spray.

"Oh no you bloody can't! Have you seen the state of yourself recently? You must look as pathetic as I do, but at least I haven't got blood oozing out of every pore so you can sit down like someone civilized and tell me about the spray. Oh and while you're about it you can take this fucking belt off. It feels like I've got a fucking food mixer shoved up my fanny!"

*

"Well how do you like you new home?"

Ally looked around her in disbelief. She was in a place so big that it must have been a factory at one time or another. Painted in stark, but not unfriendly white, and with an enormous glass roof, the brightly lit building could only be one thing.

A huge bronze statue stood in one corner; it had everything, truncated arms and legs, male genitals and large female breasts, everything, apart that is, from a head. In another corner hung what looked like a giant bird; a pterodactyl maybe, even though they weren't actually birds, made entirely form rusty iron. Something on the far wall caught her eye. Something huge and shaped like a sea gull moulded from white plaster that reminded her of something else somehow.

She was distracted for a few seconds by a strange feeling in her mouth until she realised that the inflatable gag was finally going down.

"Now open your mouth for me like a good girl!" Somehow, coming from Sarah, it didn't seem as patronising as it should have done. Big, busty, matronly, Sarah in her dark blue uniform with the sensible shoes and the black tights. At least she assumed they were tights…

She did what she was told, felt fingers probing against her lips, saw Sarah's face close to hers and smelt her perfume. That was a novelty in itself, seeing for the first time in a couple of hours. Everything seemed so bright, so fresh and so new.

"Gottit! Talk to me Ally! How do you feel? How's your stomach?"

She had almost forgotten about the cramps. She was safe, she knew that the nozzle inside her wouldn't allow for any accidents and the sensations of being in a new place and being able to see had overwhelmed her and made her forget about any discomfort she might have been in and still she couldn't take her eyes off that sculpture.

She very nearly asked for permission to speak and then she looked into Sarah's slightly anxious face.

"Hi! I'm fine and my stomach's fine…"

Sarah patted her tummy.

"Well, that's quite a belly you've got there and it'll be better out than in…"

But Ally was in a little world of her own, still staring at the sculpture.

"Jeez, Sarah what IS that thing?"

"That my little slave girl," The new voice made her try to turn, but although her head restraint had been unlocked, the rest of her was still shackled firmly to the chair, she recognised it all the same, "Is a representation of a clitoris, but over six feet high!" Wearing a little black dress with a hem only just above the V of her crotch, black stockings, they had to be stockings and not tights and probably weren't accompanied by panties either, and patent black shoes with four-inch stiletto heels, Vicki Chaudhari stepped artfully into her line of vison and ran a finger down the big white mould that was taller than she was.

Ally shivered

Vicki was in full flow.

"And do you know? I've somehow got this feeling that yours feels like it's this big as well right now!"

*

"And?"

"Don't bloody rush me! This is delicate you know, and I didn't tell ya to put your legs over me shoulders!"

"I think you look nice like that… on your knees…where you should be…"

"Don't push ya luck!"

"Why haven't you taken my knickers down?"

"Because…"

"Because what?"

"Just because!" Linda knew exactly why she had chosen to remove the chastity belt without taking off Liz's Calvin Klein thong but she certainly wasn't going to tell her.

She had been forced to revise her opinion of Liz a great deal in the last half hour and, under the pretence that Liz might try to attack her and put it on her as a form of revenge, she had agreed to take off the chastity belt but only if she remained handcuffed while she did it

So, whilst Linda knelt on the wet ground with a bruised face and congealed blood around her nose and her left eye Liz sat in the car wearing just her jumper, her jeans lying over the passenger seat and her bare feet and legs propped on Linda's shoulders.

"And you always carry this Mace do you?"

"Yeah! Someone I know in the States sends it over."

"What was he like? This bloke…"

"Just an ordinary punter," Before Liz could say anything Linda was looking up at her, "It was a long time ago!"

"Don't be so defensive! We all have to make a living. God knows I've prostituted MYself before now. In fact I do it every day... we all do to a degree!"

"I wasn't a prostitute!"

Liz's face was kindly and her tone was not the slightest bit patronising, and not just because Linda held the key to her future chastity, either

"No! It was a bad choice of words and I'm sorry. He stalked you for how long?"

"Five years. My brother, the only one I talk to, the one who's in Parkhurst now, wanted to kill him or have him killed and he would have done too. He's a nice bloke but he knows some fucking hard people…now hold still!"

"OW!"

"Told you to hold still, it's not exactly plastic this, move the wrong way and it'll pinch!"

"How many times did he attack you?"

"Just the once and then he tried to do me for GBH but it was close. He had a knife Liz, but he would only have used it if…."

"If he hadn't raped you?"

"If he hadn't TRIED. He didn't know what hit him – I don't give up easily!"

Liz smiled ruefully.

"I know." She was interrupted by Linda's sudden cry of triumph.

"At bloody last! Lift your arse! Come on! Lift ya bloody arse!"

"Okay! Okay! It's not easy when you're handcuffed and your legs are up in the air you know!"

"Thought you'd know all about that!" Said Linda archly and before Liz could reply she did what she had wanted to do all night.

*

"Can't I wear something?"

Vicki Chaudhari looked pointedly at Ally.

"Thought you'd have been glad to get the bandages off and be out of that chair."

Ally studied her for a moment.

"So naked is good is it? Naked AND handcuffed. I mean I've gone this far now that I'm not likely to run away. Naked AND handcuffed AND with a bloody great plug up my arse AND I look like I'm six months pregnant AND…"

"Oh Ally you DO exaggerate! A woman who was six months gone would give her eye teeth to look like you do right now!"

"What including the plug up her arse?"

Sarah intervened.

"You two! You're like an old married couple. I can see her point Vicki, it's not just us, it's the film crew. I think she's got used to Trevor by now but it's not exactly private here is it? And that nozzle, well she can't exactly walk with poise and grace with that sticking out of her backside!"

"Too right! I waddle like a flaming penguin!"

Vicki had a mischievous look on her face.

"Well, we can soon fix that!" She said with more than a hint of glee in her voice.

*

Liz looked at Linda anxiously, but maybe not as anxiously as she might have been expected to under the circumstances.

"What d'you think you're doing?"

Linda, however, was not in the mood to reply, she was too busy stroking the crotch of Liz's silk thong and then, without any warning and with Liz handcuffed and her legs over her shoulders, she drove her fingers deep inside her and even as she did it she could smell the rich pungent heady smell of an aroused woman.

Despite the fabric her fingers slipped in easily, up to the knuckle.

Linda suddenly felt calm now, oh so calm. She breathed in deeply and then turned her face up towards Liz's.

"Tell me you haven't wanted that all night!" And she slipped her thumb under the silk and quickly found her clitoris, which she then proceeded to massage.

Liz's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back.

"And let you think I'm some sort of pushover? Bollocks!" Her breathing was hard and rasping.

"You're no pushover Liz. I know that now! Just tell me what you want…"

"Fuck …off!" But she didn't really mean it.

"You haven't lost Liz you just need to let go a little and I'm sorry that I fucked it up before…"

Linda was moving her fingers slowly and seductively in and out Liz, and it seemed as if she was no longer capable of coherent speech. She bit her bottom lip and slowly, very slowly, Linda withdrew her fingers.

"S'allright!" She hushed her, "Just want to look at something. The evidence of Liz's arousal lay in front of her in the dark and creased crotch of her panties. Linda put her head between Liz's thighs and breathed in, just allowing her nose, her sore sensitive nose to touch her.

"Mmm. Sopping wet and ripe. You smell gorgeous Liz. Just tell me what you want. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. No games this time. Honest!" Her hands were free so she began to slowly stroke her way up Liz's soft smooth legs. She whispered again.

"Tell me Liz. That's all you've got to do!" She moved her head slightly so that her mouth was level with Liz's crotch and then she bit gently on the material and pulled it to one side so that she could feel Linda's warm breath on her most sensitive area and at the same time Linda could taste her secretions.

Liz was moaning softly and continuously now but still she wouldn't give in, so Linda decided to raise the stakes. Letting go of her legs she allowed her hands to brush against her wet panties before tugging them down and diving her head straight in.

*

It hadn't taken Vicki long to attach a red PVC collar and lead around Ally's neck and with her wrists still manacled behind her, she hardly objected at all to the ball gag that she then pushed into her mouth and buckled adroitly behind her neck.

Naked and still plugged, the enema only causing her mild discomfort. Ally stood naked and passive whilst Vicki took hold of her leash firmly.

"Now we're almost ready to go walkies Ally," Said Vicki with a smile. "We're just waiting for someone else." And as soon as she said it a door opened to the left and an imperious looking Lady Heather walked in wearing leather trousers, peep toe pumps and a low cut silk blouse and behind her and attached to another collar and leash, this time in black PVC, walked a naked, gagged, handcuffed and very shamefaced looking Angela.

*

Linda ran her tongue around Liz's puckered and slightly sour tasting outer lips and then she moved in for the kill. Using her thumbs she slid them up until they were level with Liz's clitoris, eased them slightly sideways and began to breathe lightly onto the sensitive little bud within.

She liked to do this for as long as she could, she would tease and tantalise Sarah for hours and she was pretty sure that she could do the same with Liz – if she had the time.

She got closer and closer and then, ever so lightly, dabbed tongue to clit and fluttered it there.

Liz was lost.

"Oh fuck! Oh that is so good. You're a rotten fucking bitch Linda, but you've got a lovely tongue!"

Linda withdrew long enough to speak.

"Tell me Liz! Tell me what you want. Tell you what, I'll even help you; do you want me to finish you off with my tongue or do you want me to finger fuck you?"

And then she reapplied her tongue and began to gently, ever so, ever so gently prise back the hood of Liz's clitoris.

Liz was in ecstasy and eventually, it seemed to Linda like several minutes had passed, she spoke quietly, in a hoarse rasping whisper.

"I'll tell you what I want, you clever bitch! I want you to lick my clit AND finger fuck me, how d'you feel about that?"

And as Linda drove her fingers deep into Liz's wet nest and fluttered her tongue once more against her clitoris. Liz let out a scream that seemed to echo round the whole of Hampstead Heath.

*

Both Niles and Trevor were in their element. A smartly dressed woman with long black hair leading two naked, handcuffed, gagged and barefoot women on leashes round a huge studio was nectar to both of them. Unhurriedly Vicki walked her charges round and round knowing that very soon one of them was going to be quite desperate.

After Niles had used his third memory pack Vicki could see that the strain on Ally was beginning to show, she was literally hopping from one leg to the other, just as she had expected.

Quickly she took a tighter hold on both leashes, told the cameramen that Showtime was over and unceremoniously led them out through one door and into another,

They were in a blue and white tiled toilet. A modern toilet and shower that had obviously been added fairly recently. She closed the door and turned to Ally.

"Now, little slave girl, I know you're getting desperate but I just need you to hold on a little longer, okay?" Ally nodded but there was a look of desperation in her eyes. Vicki turned her attention to Angela, "Now you, Miss, have been very, very naughty!"

To emphasise her words she gave Angela a sharp slap on her left buttock, she flinched but no sound permeated her gag.

"You filled MY little slave girl up without permission," She continued, "And for that you are going to have to pay. Now get down on the floor in the shower!"Angela looked at her hesitantly, "I won't tell you again Angela. On the floor in the shower, like a good girl."

Angela did as she was told doing her best not to lie on her bound wrists. Then Vicki went over to Ally.

"Now my little slave girl, you've been very good! You've been a good little slave girl and because of that I'm going to let you empty yourself!"

And both Angela and Ally watched in horror as Vicki Chaudhari took hold of Ally's leash, led her into the shower stall and helped her to stand astride the prone, naked and gagged Angela.

TO BE CONTINUED

© Wallace 2003. The writer wishes to be acknowledged as the author of this piece. This story is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any events or places, real or imaginary, or to any people living or dead.