The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER NINE

Ally stared at the monstrous thing in front of her, the product; she had no doubt, of a crazed and sick mind.

"I'm rather proud of it myself!" Said The Bishop, grinning from ear to ear, "Two days non stop." He held up a bruised and battered thumb, "And a bit of self harm into the bargain."

"Aw honey, you're such a brave little soldier sometimes!" Lady Heather leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.

Ally however was not best impressed.

"And you expect me to sit in, or on, that, THING do you?"

Lady Heather walked over to her and took one of her handcuffed hands in hers

"Now I know Bish has explained everything else to you and I know that you've agreed but this," She indicated the chair, "was the result of some brainstorming we did a few days ago when our original venue had to be scrapped. A friend of ours over here rents out vehicles to movie companies and one of his "assets" just happens to be an ambulance. Seemed to fit. We could get you out of the hotel, via the back way, as a patient and take you to the new place Vicki's arranged. The wheelchair was our idea but The Bishop built it and you know how he gets carried away sometimes!"

Ally looked at the Bishop who was regarding her neutrally, not wishing to upset the balance of the current conversation,

"A couple of weeks ago, Vicki gave you a safe word," Ally nodded, and Lady Heather continued, "Red wasn't it?" Ally nodded again. "From now on Ally, if ever you feel threatened or concerned, you are to use that word immediately, understand?" Another nod, "And if you're not happy with this," She indicated the chair again, "Then we'll change it, The Bishop is used to doing on the spot modifications, aren't you darling?"

The Bishop nodded and in his best southern drawl, said,

"Sure am!"

Ally looked from Lady Heather, to Phil Bishop to Angela and then studied the wheelchair. She knew they meant her no harm. She knew that The Bishop would put her safety above all else and then she looked at the wheelchair again and her blood curdled.

From the start he had been totally honest and truthful. In fact, from what she had seen of him and Lady Heather together they were the most straight forward, up front people she had ever come across. If The Bishop had something to say, he said it and so did Lady Heather. She guessed that this had to make for a very "interesting" relationship.

The Bishop had told her his intentions from the very start. He had told her about The Box and how it would, effectively, control her. He had also told her that, thanks to Linda Hutton, he had been able to interest a couple of television companies. One of whom would make a straightforward documentary about them all whilst the other would follow Liz Fisher's team and record the actual making of the documentary.

He had also told Ally exactly what she should expect. Some things she had experienced before and others would be new to her. Very carefully Bishop had explained everything, possible pitfall by possible pitfall, and finally he had explained that part of his motive was, now that he was successful and accepted in America, to take a sort of two fingered side swipe at the narrow minded duplicity of the British Authorities for all the years of pain and anguish that they had put him through.

And Ally had accepted everything, taken it in her stride in fact. She hadn't baulked when The Bishop, with Linda and Sarah present, had taken her measurements so that he could build the box to fit her exactly, even though this had required her to be naked. She hadn't baulked when Linda and Sarah had had to test various dildoes and butt plugs on her to find the best fit, whilst The Bishop had retired to the furthest part of the room and taken copious notes about sizes and shapes and maximum and minimum widths.

She hadn't baulked when they had taken "moulds" of her vagina and her anus, or to use Linda's words, "cunt and ring piece", (which she had actually preferred), so that The Bishop could construct some "toys" that were custom made for her.

She hadn't baulked once. Not even when they told her about the enemas or the catheter or the other thing. The other thing that she was quite looking forward to in fact. But sitting here now, naked apart from a flimsy hospital gown, with her hands cuffed in front of her and looking at the object in which she was to be publicly transported, she suddenly came down to earth with a fairly hefty bump.

She couldn't take her eyes off the "thing" on which she was basically going to be mounted and it was with a certain amount of self disgust that she realised that the emotion she had originally recognised as horror was something much, much deeper that that - excitement would have been a better word for it. Pure, basic excitement. She didn't WANT to do it but she HAD to do it.

It was a normal enough wheelchair. It had a motor fitted because it could, if necessary, be controlled remotely. It also had other accessories. Accessories such as restraints where ankles and wrists would be. Not just ordinary straps but thickly padded steel restraints. Central locking steel restraints. And they were not just confined to the extremeties either. There were clasps for the upper thighs, for the upper and lower torso, for the neck and at the top of the comfortable looking headrest, just where the forehead would go, there was a restraint that would hold the head firmly in place too.

That, however, was the least of Ally's concerns. Her major problem was with the seat, the very comfortable looking seat, which had, as far as she could see, one major drawback and that was the very large and graduated nozzle that stuck out from the middle of it.

Lady Heather had been following her eyes and the truth finally dawned. She moved over to The Bishop and hissed in his ear.

"Overkill! I knew it! Restrain her, fine! There's no problem with that, but the enema…"

Phil Bishop looked perplexed.

"What enema?"

There were times when Lady Heather could find her husband a little obtuse.

"The one in the seat. The one you're going to make Ally sit on. The Higginson Syringe, remember?"

"What? Oh that! Oh that's just for show! It'll look good when we publish the pictures. You know, we could show her in the chair with a caption something like "All washed out and nowhere to go!" or something…"

He got the distinct impression that under other circumstances his wife would be tapping her foot.

"You do realise that you've just scared the crap out of her don't you?" She said looking heavenward. There was a distinct smile forming on The Bishop's face, "And don't tell me that that's another way to get the crap out of her, because I am not in the mood!"

The Bishop continued to smile and Lady Heather stalked back to Ally to break the good news.

*

"Let me go bitch! Take off the handcuffs and give me the key to this poxy fucking belt or I'll…"

Linda slipped her hand inside her pocket and pressed down hard on the little silver remote control. Liz shuddered. It was a long deep shudder that seemed to emanate from the very root of her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall softly against the steering wheel. Her voice had changed when she next spoke and it soon became obvious that she was no longer in a position to make demands. Her hair fell across her face. She tried to look at Linda through it

"Turn it off! Turn it off or finish me... pleeeease."

Linda obliged and switched the small vibrator attached to the chastity belt off.

"See that's better. Now you're learning how to talk to me…"

"And you're talking like some sort of East End Gangster..." Said Liz dragging herself upright and trying to toss her hair out of her eyes.

"Can't help where I was born," Said Linda simply, pressing her thumb down on the remote control again.

*

" Okay, here's the deal;… you make it work!"

"Make what work? Darling, I know you've had a busy day but…"

Lady Heather was just a few seconds away from grabbing him by his non-existent lapels.

"The syringe!" She hissed, "The enema! How long will it take you to make it work?"

The Bishop stared up at the ceiling of the hotel corridor where he had been half invited, half dragged, by his wife for a hastily convened conference.

"Why? " He asked, more than a little mystified "She doesn't want to do it!"

Now it was the turn of his wife to look up at the ceiling.

"She DOES! Well she didn't at first. In fact she hated the idea. But then she realised it wasn't going to happen and she got disappointed and now she wants to!" The Bishop didn't look anywhere near as baffled as she had expected him to.

He blew out his cheeks.

"How long will it take to warm some water?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I suppose we could use red wine, mind you, coffee is supposed to be very good. It has detoxing qualities apparently…"

Lady Heather stared at her husband and then she said slowly,

"So you're telling me that what is on the wheelchair is a fully functioning…"

"…straight up your rectum, colonic irrigation system!" The Bishop nodded, "Absolutely! Just add water, batteries not included. Soon as a helpless victim is secured into the chair and they sit on the rubber cushion, then gravity takes its course. Their weight pushes them down onto it and the liquid starts to very slowly fill them up. S'almost like the Chinese Water Torture really. But at the other end, if you see what I mean. If I were of a sadistic bent, which I'm not of course…." He looked at his wife and she smiled mirthlessly, "…then it would be quite interesting to sit and study your victim's face as more and more of the liquid flows into her. You would have made sure at the beginning that she knows what will happen eventually of course and it's quite slow so there would only be gentle cramps at first. Remember also darling, that some people actually enjoy enemas…"

Lady Heather pulled a face,

"Yeah and some people drink their own urine…"

"Mmm, now speaking of that, I have a catheter and a face mask going spare, what do you think would happen if …?"

Lady Heather put her foot down, literally. Forgetting that she was wearing thick-soled working boots she stamped, a little harder than was necessary, on the floor.

"NO! You've got us into enough trouble already Bish, don't go adding to it. " And then her expression changed. "Mind you I don't see why Little Allison should have it ALL her own way do you?"

The Bishop moved his face closer to hers as if trying to read her thoughts,

"What's going on in there?" He enquired slowly. Lady Heather's eyes had taken on a far away look.

"So once she's in the chair she can't get up Even without the restraints?"

Phil Bishop shook his head.

"Definitely not. Once she's sat on that nozzle she's literally nailed to the spot!" He grinned, " And once I've inflated it there's absolutely no chance."

"So she has to take what she's being given?"

"Absolutely. As soon as she's seated the flow will start and the nozzle will inflate. She can't get up even if she wants to and then I can engage the restraints."

"And the inflatable nozzle means that everything will stay inside her until we get her out of the chair?"

"Yup! Best to have a butt plug handy or else! I wouldn't like to be standing behind her at the time, let's put it that way." He pulled a face.

Lady Heather grinned.

"Red wine is quite… astringent, isn't it?"

He nodded thoughtfully,

"Mmm, gives you a very good clear out, I understand. Careful though."

"Why?"

"Oh come on darling. You're absorbing alcohol straight through the colon. I would suggest warm soapy water or, failing that; water the wine down one helluva lot. Oh, and don't use any from the mini bar, it'll cost a packet!"

Lady Heather looked thoughtful.

"How about if I send Young Angela out to the local Liquor Store?"

"Off License, darling! They call them Off Licenses over here…. have you seen the way she's dressed by the way?"

As if to illustrate his point Angela appeared at the door to the suite, obviously looking for them and Lady Heather had the chance to study her. The nurse's uniform she wore may have been standard issue once but now its hem was approximately eight inches shorter than standard and there appeared to be several buttons missing in the chest area. As a result, her black nylon suspender tops were just visible, as were her quite bountiful breasts in their black platform bra.

She looked at her husband.

"Your point being?" She said a little haughtily

He smiled.

"My point being, either send her out with the local SWAT team if you want to see her this side of Christmas or, better still, send Niles! If you can find him, that is!"

*

Why now and why here?

These were the questions uppermost in Liz Fisher's mind as the thing vibrating away inside her took her to new levels of ecstasy.

And why did SHE have to be here?

This was something to be savoured in private. This made straightforward sex seem…pedestrian.

But HER! Why did it have to be in front of her?

And then she was grabbing hold of her roughly and half turning her in her seat and dragging her. Dragging her against her. The windows were fully steamed up now. The air inside the car torrid compared to what it was outside. And she felt leather gloved hand on her cheek and smelt perfume she had never noticed before. Jean Paul Gaultier. Strong and heavy. And this tall woman with the big but delicate hands and the pleasant perfume was pulling her against her and crazily she felt warm and comforted even though she knew she shouldn't.

"You don't have to give the orders ALL the time you know." Said a voice she didn't really recognise. Even though it was basically the same as usual, it was much softer, much smoother. The rough edges were gone. The aitches were in place. She wondered if this was how she really talked and if everything else was just for show. Just bravado. The outer face that Linda showed to the world.

The power had been turned down but she could still feel the vibrations, the pleasant vibrations that she wanted never to stop, echoing away like some form of sonar deep, deep, inside her and she felt loved and she wanted to love and she really, really didn't want it to stop.

Her head was leaning against Linda's shoulder now and Linda had one arm thrown protectively round her. She looked up into her eyes and her voice was almost childlike.

"And what do I do then? Expose myself to the whole world?"

"No. Just learn to give in occasionally!"

"Oh what and become, what do you call it? A submissive?"

"It's what you want isn't it?"

Liz started up but Linda held her in place and increased the power. She shivered and she looked back at her.

"Of course it's not what I want…!"

"It fascinates you. You couldn't keep away from Sarah when you found out about her and me!"

Liz's bottom lip was quivering,

"When I was a child I was fascinated by horses… but I didn't want to be one!"

"Well, why don't you try it? Why don't you try the thing that fascinates you so much?"

Liz tried to move but Linda held her fast.

"So what do you suggest? Grovel at your feet or something?"

The security lights had blinked out several minutes ago and the interior light was off but even in such light as there was Liz could see her tormentor smile.

"If you like but it's cold out there. I was thinking about something else."

Curiosity killed the cat.

All Liz's basic instincts were honed not to show too much interest but she couldn't resist.

"What?"

Linda smiled. Took her face in her gloved hands and turned it towards her.

"Ask! Ask me nicely for something you want very badly."

Liz tried to turn her head, Linda wouldn't let her.

"I've got everything I want, nice flat, nice car, good job, no man at the moment but that's no great loss. OW! You can't do that bitch!" Held against Linda as she was meant that she was in an almost foetal position, leaving her right buttock fully exposed. Linda had bought her flat hand down hard against it and then she turned up the vibrations again.

Liz tried to curl up even more. She struggled against the handcuffs trying to bring her hands round to cover her face. She was crying "No!" "No!" but she didn't really mean it and Linda had hold of her chin and was pulling her face up towards her own.

The two women stared at each other.

"Remember," Said Linda quietly, "All you've got to do is ask!"

"Ask what?"

Linda Hutton spread her arms as wide as the car would allow.

"If you don't know…I can't tell you!"

Liz stiffened even though the vibrations had quietened down again but her whole body was still juddering from that sharp blow on the backside. It had affected her much more than it should have done and not just because another adult had hit her. Even now there was a thrill running down her spine.

Suddenly Liz found that she was having to catch her breath. In a voice that didn't sound like her own she asked,

"And if I ask you nicely will you let me?"

She hadn't realised before just how white Linda's teeth were.

"Let you what?" Linda was not going to let her off lightly and when Liz replied she had no idea that her voice would let her down the way it did.

"Let me come!" She said with a sob."Let me fucking come!" And Linda was cradling her head again realising she had almost admitted defeat. But she also knew that Liz was stronger than that and her aim was to point her in the right direction, not break her.

"You're nearly there, " She whispered, "But it's not quite right!" Liz looked up at her in despair. Linda had turned the power almost to full and her legs were turning to jelly. She thought she saw a tear, a tear of emotion, of joy rather than sadness, run down her left cheek.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked plaintively, "Kiss your pussy or something?"

Linda held her tightly.

"Actually, yes, I'd quite like that!" Liz struggled to look at her, feeling that she had burnt her boats but feeling also somehow elated, "But you heard what Sarah said…"

Liz continued to stare wanting to ask a question that was in the back of her mind,

" Yes I am Liz. I'll allow you that question. I'm wet because I've enjoyed it, because I've enjoyed you and I'm not a mind reader, it's a natural thing to want to know. Sarah's going to be on her knees for a long time quite soon… Something you want to ask me?"

Liz looked at her seriously, the invader buzzing away inside her but still not strong enough to push her over the edge. She knew she was blushing. But she could feel the warm glow all over her body.

Her mouth was dry and her voice was now just a whisper,

"Please, " She said turning to try to look at her properly, "Please Linda. Please let me come!"

It was a reflex action that made her throw back her head as she said it because her whole body seemed to go into an immediate spasm from the very tips of her toes to the top of her head and then Linda had hold of her again and her hand was over her mouth to stifle her screams, her warm leather gloved hand and that excited her even more and then and only then did she feel the vibrator turned up to full power and the full potency of the tiny vibrator became apparent and Linda held her and continued to hold her as she orgasmed and orgasmed and finally she shushed her and stroked her in the darkness of the silent car park and held her until she was calm and it was all over.

And ten minutes later, Liz was sitting in the driver's seat, the handcuffs had been returned to Linda's bag and they sat waiting for things to happen. Finally, Linda looked at her in the rear view mirror and said.

"See all you 'ad to do all along was ask me nicely!"

Liz looked at her seriously and said,

"And what about in future?" And for once in her life Linda could not answer.

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.