The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER FOUR

In which Ally passes her exams, Linda turns the tables and Bandy makes Bill an offer he cannot refuse!

"Y'know I could have sworn that you were supposed to be examining me!" Ally leaned hard against Doctor Chaudhari and cupped her generous breasts, "Mmm, these are verrry soft and those little nipples are soooo hard…" she broke off, pinched one between thumb and forefinger and rubbed her cheek against the doctor's sleek, jet black hair. The doctor tried very hard to stifle a little gasp of pleasure, but she couldn't.

"Now that's quite enough of that young lady!" She said, as sternly as she could under the circumstances. "And you're quite right, I'm here to examine you and not vice versa." Her voice dropped in tone and pitch, " Now let go of my tits and go and fetch my coat!" She tried to look around at the miscreant but Ally was nuzzling her ear. She moved her right hand back a little and bought it down with unexpected force on Ally's right buttock.

"Oww bitch! That hurt!"

What followed took Ally completely by surprise.

*

"Now just relax and it should go in nicely!" Linda had been around long enough not to fight. She had made a few glossy, soft focus, woman on woman, S&M films in America in the mid nineties, but they had been with experienced actresses and even more experienced directors. The novelty of having a Brit Mistress whose acting was more than passable had been too much of a gift horse for the producers in Van Nuys to look in the mouth and as a result she had seldom been in the situation that she was in now, but she KNEW what to do.

She KNEW how to handle a dildo the size of the one that Sarah was about to push into her.

She KNEW how to make it look good and sound good and she KNEW how to do it without pain or injury and with the best will in the world she also KNEW that Sarah didn't.

*

Ally didn't expect the doctor to turn round quite as swiftly as she did and she didn't expect her to grab hold of her wrist either. She was off guard and off balance and before she knew it the doctor was dragging her over to a chair in the middle of her surgery and then, none too gently, over her naked lap. Directly in front of her was a full-length mirror and she tried to blot out the image that she could see in it.

The dark haired woman naked apart from shiny black high heeled boots, with a young, slightly dishevelled looking woman held firmly over her knee wearing very little, apart from stockings, boots and a suspender belt because her small, black and very nearly transparent panties had just been tugged, quite unceremoniously, down to her knees.

She watched as Doctor Chaudhari's right arm was raised and then appeared to become suspended in mid air.

She felt and saw a finger being traced along her bare, tanned, back and tried to suppress a shiver.

"And what exactly is this, young lady? And I want a straight answer because I don't think you're in any position to give me any lip!" Ally tried to struggle upright but a hand in the small of her back held her firmly in place. She looked at herself in the mirror and it suddenly felt as if her very being was turning to liquid. As if her core was melting. She felt her mouth go dry and her limbs go weak.

"Do you mean the tattoo?" She asked hesitantly and then to her horror she saw Vicki Chaudhari bending forward. Bending forward very slowly and deliberately, still holding her firmly in position and then she felt something warm wet and slippery on her skin and she tried, she tried so hard to shake herself loose but Vicki held her so tightly over her knees that she couldn't and she felt her whole body react and she watched in the mirror as Vicki Chaudhari began to trace her tongue around the outline of the large eagle with outstretched wings that was tattooed across her shoulders and that had taken nearly one whole day and a great deal of pain to etch into her skin.

*

"There's no need to look so worried, I AM a nurse you know!"

No gag can enforce total and absolute silence but the big pink rubber ball in Linda's mouth was soft enough for her to bite into and large enough to both fill her mouth and hamper any intelligible speech. She was used to being on the other side in these matters and she was far to proud to beg and plead but she did manage to mumble, " Mind what the fuck you're doing with that thing!" followed by a huge sigh as Sarah gently kissed each of her nipples and stroked her face to calm her down as she offered the dildo up to her waiting and moist outer lips.

*

It all happened in the slowest of motion. The tongue. The gentle kissing of the tattoo that had given her so much pain and so much pleasure at the same time. Then the equally gentle stroking of her soft and evenly tanned bottom.

Ally felt the anticipation building up inside her. She felt the bumps rise on her skin. She felt Vicki's lips on the back of her neck and she felt her heart beat faster and her pulse begin to race as a result. She tried to struggle because she knew that she had to and it wasn't even half-hearted. In fact the more she struggled and the harder that Vicki held on to her, the more excited she seemed to become.

And then she sensed, rather than saw that the doctor was bringing her arm down and

doing it with considerable force. Despite being forewarned, the first blow came as a considerable surprise, landing as it did on her soft, upturned and vulnerable buttocks.

She felt Vicki's hand strike her, she felt the force, she felt the tingling smack and she felt the tremors that began to run through her body like aftershocks and she felt her muscles tighten and tense and she felt the second blow and then the third and the fourth and she cried out, not through pain but through something else, something else that was building up inside her, that was making her mouth dry and her spine tingle and then she felt the fifth and the sixth and the seventh strikes on her defenceless, bare bottom and she looked once again in the mirror and saw the concentration on Vicki's face and the undoubted look of ecstasy on her own and she saw that the Doctor's other hand, the one that was holding her down was moving.

Moving downward and under her tummy and she began to kick and to struggle and she heard the doctor tell her to stop, felt one smack, one very hard smack, that for some reason made her eyes brim with tears and then she felt the hand again, skimming down past her naval, tracing around it for a few seconds and then moving inexorably down until it was between her legs and she struggled and she kicked but she still felt the finger enter her. Enter her warm moist wetness and she screamed and she screamed and she screamed…

*

Sarah was kneeling next to her on the bed. Their eyes had locked together few moments before. One pair saying silently "I hope you know what the fuck you're doing!" The other pair saying softly and beseechingly, "Just trust me for once! Trust me the way that I trust you."

Then Sarah leaned forward and kissed Linda's ball gag and straightened up. In one hand she still held the enormous dildo and in the other she now held a tube of something that looked like toothpaste. She put the dildo to her lips again and then as if speaking into some bizarre pink microphone said,

"I mean, it really was quite nice sucking this." And she ran her tongue around the over large bell end of the dildo to emphasise her words, "but you really didn't think that I would put this in you without lubricating it properly did you?" Linda couldn't speak and she wasn't going to amuse Sarah by trying to talk through the gag any more so she just stared. Stared in both annoyance and relief as Sarah removed the cap of the tube one handed, placed it carefully on the bedside table and began to squeeze out a generous portion of lubricating jelly onto the monster in her other hand.

She rubbed it in lasciviously as if she were gently masturbating a real penis. Linda wanted to look away but she was not going to let Sarah get the better of her, so she watched as her hand stroked gently up and down the under shaft and then up to and around the big bulbous head and then offered it up to her mouth once more. Even Linda was unable to stifle a small groan.

Sarah smiled archly, took the penis away from her lips and, picking up the tube again, began to squeeze it delicately onto Linda's pubic area. The bound and gagged woman could only moan into her gag again as she felt the cold jelly on her most sensitive place.

"Can't leave you out Lindy Lou!" she said gleefully and if Linda had been able to talk she would probably have said something to the effect that she sometimes wondered if her friend was all there sometimes, but then she felt soft cool fingers on her pubic hair and against her already moist and puffy lips and she felt Sarah's fingers entering her again but the sensations were heightened by the slippery, cooling, soothing, feel of the jelly and she felt three entering her all at once. Invading the most private place she possessed, next to her mind, and she felt the warmth and the gentleness of Sarah's touch and she thought how silly she had been not to trust her and then she felt the thumb.

The insistent pushing of Sarah's thumb towards a place that she thought sometimes only women had any real knowledge of, because they were the only people who possessed one and were therefore the only people who could understand it. And she stretched her arms and legs luxuriantly against the restraints that held her tightly to the bed as Sarah began to lightly apply even more jelly to her clitoris and then began to rub it in lightly with her teasing thumb.

The three fingers began to move gently in and out whilst the thumb made circular motions against her precious inner bud. It was too much for Linda who had been kept at gas mark 5 when she wanted to be on the boil and despite herself she began to move against Sarah's gentle but insistent fingers. Began to hump against them. Began to relish their tender invasion but became rapidly impatient at her previous inability to climax and her impotence to do anything to help herself.

As she began to thrust against Sarah's hand so Sarah could hear her muttering through her gag. She had to move closer to hear but it was unmistakeable. As Sarah was beginning to move her fingers faster and faster in and out of Linda so she could hear her whispering unmistakeably,

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" in time with her increasingly violent movements.

*

She hadn't exactly passed out but her recollection of the next few minutes was hazy after the explosion that seemed to start in between her legs and then gather intensity until it made her whole body shake and her mind recoil in total abandonment and pleasure.

Now she was on her back and Vicki Chaudhari was standing over her taking her pulse and looking slightly concerned and very doctoral in a white coat which, apart from the high-heeled boots was her only garment. She bent forward and kissed Ally lightly on the cheek.

"So is it fair to assume that you don't get spanked very often Miss Pearson or were you just gagging for it?" There was a smile on the doctor's face and Ally had the good grace to blush, but not for long.

"Well, you looked pretty wrapped up in things yourself…" She tried to rise. She tried to pull herself into a sitting position and then throw her legs over the side of the bench on which she appeared to be laying, but she couldn't. "What the…"

Vicki Chaudhari smiled a straightforward, unmalevolent but somehow triumphant smile.

"You came here to be examined because the Bishop wants to make sure you're fit enough for his big night, but things keep getting in the way, so this will make sure you get the examination you deserve!' she ran a hand across Ally's cheek and Ally couldn't help noticing that the mirror, that god-awful intrusive bloody mirror was right in front of her again and this time it showed the same slightly dishevelled young woman as before with a slightly redder face than before, laying on what appeared to be a travesty of a gynaecological examination couch. One that not only had uprights into which her legs had been firmly strapped, leaving her room not even to wiggle them, but struts sticking out from the sides at forty five degree angles to which her arms were fastened.

She could see herself in all her unclothed glory. She still wore her suspender belt, stockings and ankle boots but otherwise she was completely naked, her panties, which had previously been hanging around her knees, were now nowhere to be seen and her thick bush of pubic hair which almost concealed her pink outer lips was openly on display.

Doctor Chaudhari was standing next to her with a stethoscope round her neck. She was unbuttoning her crisp white coat.

Ally's mouth sagged open.

"I thought you wanted to examine me!"

"I do!" Said Vicki Chaudhari, delicately climbing on a to a low stool next to the couch and raising her right leg, "I do!" she repeated as her coat fell open to reveal her olive skinned nakedness and she settled herself astride Ally's chest,

"But there's something I'd like you to examine more closely first." She said as she gently pushed her hips and the soft gash between her legs into Ally's warm, inviting and already open mouth.

*

When it came Linda's release was short, violent, noisy and unexpectedly satisfying.

She couldn't help but watch in fascinated horror as Sarah pushed the head of the slickly greased monster against her and then she felt surprise and elation, as it seemed to slip as easily into her as Sarah's finger s had previously. But this time it was different. Much, much different. Where Sarah's fingers had been lithe and soft and pleasant, but still only fingers, this felt much more substantial, much, much larger, much more concrete and much, much, more satisfying.

She felt the gently pressure of Sarah's hand and she felt the monster slide relentlessly into her leaving her feeling full and somehow satisfied in a way that she hadn't been for a very long time.

A warm glow seemed to be emanating from her stomach, down into the area between her legs and up, up into her whole being.

Sarah kissed her on her gagged mouth once more,

"I've got another little surprise for you Lindy Lou, this thing is actually called "King Dong" because it's not just a Dildo!" she touched a switch at the back of the huge pink penis and Linda immediately felt as if her insides were being turned to jelly.

The monster was moving of it's own accord, not just up and down but sideways as well and she seemed to be moving along with it. It felt as if her whole body were being drowned in light. Pure white effervescent, vibrating light.

She couldn't fight it. She didn't want to. And when Sarah leant her across her and she felt her soft comforting weight against her stomach and her warm breath against her primed and sensitive little clitoris…

When she felt her extend her tongue to lick gently against the soft bud…

When she felt Sarah give the huge vibrating dildo one final thrust and she thrust back…

When she felt the enormous invader thrusting and drilling and thrusting and drilling and then wobbling uncertainly from side to side against the soft fleshy walls of her inner passage…

When she realised that all she could do, bound spread-eagled and gagged as she was, was to give into it, give into it totally and unconditionally and let Sarah and the vibrating monster take charge of her very soul…

It was when she felt and realised all of these things that Linda Hutton threw hack her head as best she could, closed her eyes, let out the biggest scream that she could, given that her mouth was hampered by a huge pink gag that tasted and smelled of rubber and surrendered to the largest number of multiple climaxes that she could ever remember.

*

A poet might have said that it was like a fall of summer rain. But it would have been a poet who was not present to watch Vicki's climax as Ally fluttered her tongue against the clitoris whose hood Vicki had obligingly pulled back for her as they bumped and ground their way to mutual climax. Ally, spread-eagled, strapped to the couch with her legs high in the air, whilst her Mistress, naked apart from her boots, straddled her, one hand on her own clitoris whilst the other was buried deep between Ally's legs and thrusting feverishly in and out of the soft moist cavern that nestled there.

Ally had never experienced a female ejaculation before but she had read about it in Cosmo and as she thrust her tongue against Vicki's clitoris for what was to be the final time, Vicki fell forward but not before delving four fingers as deep into Ally as they would go, causing Ally to buck and to moan and to climax for the second time that evening, whilst Ally felt what it was like for another female to ejaculate violently and copiously against her and they both screamed as loudly as they ever had.

And then Vicki was holding her, stroking her, wiping her face with a tissue and she looked deep into her eyes and grinned a mischievous grin.

"Y'know it's probably a good job you were strapped down!"

"Yeah!" said Ally ruefully, "P'raps next time I'll tie you down and piss in YOUR face! Hey d'you do that often? Maybe I could get you some incontinence pants in case it happens again!"

Vicki, seeing that Ally was smiling, kissed her on the cheek,

"Okay little slave," she said quietly, "looks like you've passed your oral exam, time to get a bit more physical!" Ally pretended to swoon against her bonds and then they both began to giggle uncontrollably.

*

Despite having lived with Linda for nearly two years, Sarah had to admit to herself that she could still be very naïve at times.

This was undoubtedly one of those times.

As soon as Linda had climaxed and she had taken the gag out of her mouth to help her to breathe properly and recover she had loosened her bonds and the six foot two Amazon with the young apple cheeked face had kissed her on the cheek, risen from the bed, stretched luxuriously and disappeared into the shower.

Sarah heard the hot water running and was sitting naked by the bed with just the two down lighters on, flicking idly through the menu of The Great Wall of China that was only a few streets away and that always delivered their food piping hot. She didn't see the door to the bedroom open and she didn't see the figure slip through the door and she also didn't see, until it was too late, the black kid leather discipline helmet with attached blindfold and integral pear gag being slipped over her head, buckled in place and held there with a thick leather posture collar.

And by the time she realised exactly what was happening it was much too late because her hands were already being pulled roughly behind her back and fastened tightly into German Police Issue and guaranteed inescapable, stainless steel, double locking handcuffs.

*

Some things tended to bother Sheila, little things mostly. Others, quite often much bigger things, she tended to take in her stride. So it was not totally surprising to Bill that she rose from the floor unconcerned that a major and reasonably substantial part of Bandy's outfit had just missed her by inches, but when she saw what was underneath the heavy mask she had no option but to stop and to stare and to utter,

"Fuck me sideways!" quietly under her breath.

Bill was already by the newly emerged mannequin's side. He had a gentle hand on her shoulder, sure that her first extra box perambulation would have been a reasonably stressful situation for her.

Sheila stared at Bandy and then at him.

"Oi! D'you want to get inside that costume with her or what?"

He turned quickly and looked at her pointedly, remembering her earlier sudden show of affection.

"I don't,' he said carefully, "but I think YOU do!"

She put her hands on her hips but looked away before the red flush to her cheeks could betray her and then she looked at the floor like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Bollocks!" but she said it quietly and he half expected her to scuff the floor with a bare foot at the same time.

He went over to her and placed both hands on her shoulders.

"It's all right you know – you can admit things sometimes, it won't hurt you!"

She continued to look at the floor.

"I think I've admitted enough to you for one lifetime bollock chops." And then she looked up at him plaintively and instinctively he put his arms around her and pulled her to him. "Oh Bill it's worrying me, it really is! I hate these things. Enemas and total enclosure and all that shit, I really do and yet it's driving me scatty seeing her like this, it really fucking is! I'm as wet as a fucking swimming pool and I want to be her Bill, I really want to be her!" They both turned and studied the creature that they had come to call Bandy in her latest incarnation.

The thick heavy fibre glass mask had gone and with it had also gone the stertorous breathing because, hanging over Bandy's right shoulder, was a small light weight breathing mask that fitted over the nose rather than the mouth and the reason for this particular apparatus was now clear, because Bandy was incapable of opening her mouth or so it seemed, but she did now have one now and eyes and a discernible nose and hair as well. The only problem was that they were all stuck on to a thick black, all encompassing rubber mask, that covered her entire head and face and that was held in place by a golden collar with the words "RUBBER SLUT SLAVE" etched into it in bold black letters.

Bandy stood before them encased entirely in black latex apart from her feet, which were held bare and almost horizontal by what could only be described as ballet sandals. She had long black latex "tail" that seemed to connect both her front and back passages and which, in turn, had a small black box attached to it. Her real features were entirely obliterated by a coal black face mask with huge, bizarre blue stick on eyes, a bright red and hugely over generous stick on mouth and a long blonde wig that reached to her shoulders and was presumably stuck to the top of her latexed head.

Sheila turned back to Bill with an expression that suggested that what she was about to say was very difficult for her.

"Bill, I am so fucking horny that if you don't do something I am going to stand here and frig my fucking self off, I swear, but I can't do it with those things watching me!" She indicated one of the spy cams set into the side of the box. But then, as if to give the lie to what she had just said, she put her arms around him and began to kiss him deeply. Without any preamble she began to reach for his belt buckle and it was at that moment that Bandy chose to speak for the first time.

It was halting and metallic and it sounded like the synthesised computer voice known as Mary that was incorporated into a lot of software, and right now Bandy/Mary had their full attention.

"HEL - LO, MY NAME IS ALLI - SON AND I AM HERE TO SERVE YOU AS YOUR RUB-BER SLUT AND SEX TOY, IF IT PLEASES YOU MAS – TER AND MISS – TRESS! YOU WILL FIND THE BOX THAT CON – TROLS ME HANG - NG BETWEEN MY LEGS. WITH THAT YOU WILL BE ABLE TO CON – TROL ME COM – PLETLY. CON – TROL MY MIND AND CON – TROL MY BODY." There was a pause and they looked at each other in the deathly silence. Then Bandy began to speak once more.

"I HAVE BEEN TAUGHT TO PLEASE YOU WITH MY MOUTH MAS – TER AND ALSO WITH MY BOT - TOM AND MY CUNT WHICH ARE AVAIL - ABLE TO YOU IF YOU SO WISH." There was another pause and what followed seem to come as a kind of electronic afterthought," I CAN ALSO GIVE THE MISS - TRESS PLEA - SURE SHOULD YOU SO DES - IRE!"

Sheila looked at her partner, looked at their new sex toy, drew herself up to her full height and marched past the now dormant mannequin to the large black box in which she had arrived. She stood defiantly in front of it, feet apart, staring directly into the small glass "eye" half way down the left side.

"Now listen to me whoever you are! We do not need any rubber sluts in here thank you very much! There's only room for one slut in here and that's me!" He found himself unable to suppress a grin, she had to have made a mistake there and it was something that he was sure he could derive a lot of innocent pleasure from teasing her about later. But Sheila had turned away from the box and was now looking at him.

"And I don't care how good the slut is with her mouth, only one person sucks you off! Got it?" he nodded dumbly a trifle shell shocked by her onslaught and he was even more shocked when she took a few paces forward, dropped to her knees and began clawing at the zip of his trousers.

© 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, real or imaginary of to any people living or dead.

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