The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"You can't do this to me, I'm twenty seven years old!"

Sarah knelt down in front of Ally and waved the sandwich at her that she had been feeding her with.

"And if you want to be twenty eight, young lady, then I suggest that you shut up and eat your food. Just look how good Angela's being now!" Ally looked over to the chair in the corner. The one that she had been trying not to look at.

"Yeah! Only because you two bitches on sticks have gagged her! OW! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Sarah hadn't twisted her nipple hard but Ally was in that sort of mood.

Lady Heather was kneeling in front of Angela running her hands lightly up and down her black silk stockings, the only item, apart from a black garter belt, that she was currently wearing.

"Hey Sarah, these surely can't be standard issue!"

Seeing that Ally was chewing, more or less contentedly, on a more than healthy mouthful of chicken sandwich, Sarah got up and made her way over to Lady Heather and Angela

*.

The last thing that the pair of them had been expecting to see when they walked back into the room, was Angela, with her uniform pulled up to her waist and her head thrown back, whilst Ally applied herself, with her pierced tongue, to Angela's puffy and moist looking womanhood and although, bound as she was, Ally didn't really have any option, she certainly didn't seem to have any complaints either.

It had been quite easy to drag the unwary Angela away from her and between them, the paramedic and the nurse, had soon stripped her of her uniform.

"Not worthy of the NHS!" Sarah had muttered under her breath, "Apart from what goes on at the Christmas parties that is."

"Hey Sarah," Lady Heather was folding Angela's uniform whilst Sarah held her with one hand over her mouth, "Someone once told me that there were only two certainties in life…"

Angela tried to struggle a little and Sarah soon dispensed with that by giving her a short sharp slap where she least expected it.

"Just because I'm a nurse, my girl, doesn't mean I won't slap your pussy! Now stay still!"

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, yeah yeah, only two certainties…"

"…death and nurses!"

Sarah pulled a face.

"Ha, ha! I've never heard that before of course! Will you hold still Angela? Or do you want the same as Ally's going to get in a minute?"

Ally looked puzzled and Lady Heather hissed,

"She likes enemas. She goes for colonic irrigation at least once a week in Santa Barbara somewhere, says its good for her skin!"

Sarah looked thoughtful and gently ran her fingers across Angela's cheek. Angela stopped struggling and put her head against Sarah's shoulder, wanting more.

"Oh that's what you want is it? A little bit of attention? Well, your skin is very soft. Very, very, soft." Sarah gently stroked her face and if it were at all possible, Angela would have purred

Lady Heather was walking toward her holding more bandages.

"All she ever wants is attention! Don't you Angela? Now be a good girl and put your hands behind your back!"

And soon Angela had been installed on the chair in the corner of the room with her hands bound tightly behind her back with bandages and several strips around her waist and tummy to hold them there.

Sarah had removed her shoes and had bandaged her ankles wide apart to the chair legs and then, while Lady Heather held her head, she had gently eased a thick roll of bandage into her mouth, which they had then held in position with three more rolls wound round and around her lips and face.

"You see the problem is," Lady Heather had explained to Sarah, "that she gets bored. She's got such a beautiful body," Angela had the good grace to blush a little, "And such a restless mind, that she just doesn't know what to do with herself sometimes."

Sarah had picked up a small box with the picture of a long silver phallic shaped object on the front. The words, "Pocket Rocket" were clearly visible and Sarah could not resist taking it out and running her fingers over it. Angela, bound to the chair as she was, appeared to be looking at it with bulging eyes.

"Are these as powerful as they're supposed to be?"

Lady Heather grimaced,

"Oh yeah! Bishop suspended me once, by my ankles, naked and wrapped in cling film. And I DO mean wrapped. Every inch of me was covered and I was sweating like a pig. We were in Nile's studio and all the lights were on and BOY was I comfortable… not! And they'd gagged me with a bit gag so I could talk a little but then they wrapped my entire head with cling film as well, just leaving a couple of holes round my nose, which was very nice of them…"

"And they left me hanging there and told me to smile while Niles took picture after picture and THIS little witch," She gave Angela a harder than normal nudge with her elbow, "Thought she'd like to be a Dominatrix for the day, so they kitted her out in riding gear, jodhpurs, boots, shirt, the whole bit and a riding crop and let her loose on me for an hour or so."

She looked at Sarah plaintively,

"Can you imagine that? An hour of being prodded and poked and slapped on the nipples, ass and pussy by HER! And then what happens? She says innocently to Niles, "You know Heather seems very quiet. Perhaps we could liven her up a bit!" And the next thing you know, she's pulled out that damn thing," She indicated the vibrator in Sarah's hand, "And Bishop is grinning and coming at me with a sharper than I'd like knife and suddenly he's making this real neat little hole just where my pussy is and then this little bitch with a capital B is sliding this little piece of crap inside my quite moist, I have to admit, little pussy and without any warning turns it on… and then takes it out again because she says I wasn't wet enough!"

She paused to let the image of her; naked and gagged, suspended by her feet and wrapped from top to toe in cling film, sink in to Sarah's mind.

"And you couldn't get out?" Enquired Sarah wanting more details, the more lascivious the better.

"Nope. They tied my hands behind my back before we started – like I'm Harry Houdini or something – and I'm swinging about two feet above the ground. What the photographs don't show is all the padding that was directly underneath me, because Bish didn't want me hurting myself if I should somehow fall, which was very touching, and then this bitch goes and snaps on a pair of rubber gloves, like I'm infectious or something and sticks her hands in the biggest pot of lubricant I've ever seen in my life and starts to lube me up!"

She paused and put a hand on her shoulder,

"Sarah you do rectal examinations. How long does it take to prepare someone?"

Sarah didn't need to think.

"About thirty seconds."

Lady Heather nodded.

"This bitch worked on my pussy for a full half hour. Kneading and stroking and adding more jelly and stroking again and sliding her fingers in and then all the way out again and all the time Niles was taking photo's and at one point I was moaning so loud and she was enjoying it SO much that he and The Bishop crept out and left us to it because they didn't want to intrude!"

Sarah was smiling,

"And did you notice they'd gone?"

Lady Heather's face burst into a grin,

" Not for the next half hour, no, and when I did and when I tried to say something, "Hey Presto!" she's got that little monster in her hand again. Slides it in, switches it on to ALMOST full power and then wanders off to tell them I'm ready, leaving me naked and hanging by my ankles with a pussy full of vibrator, to literally stew in my own juices!"

For most of this dissertation Angela had been trying to pretend that she wasn't actually there, but she was brought back to reality by a hand on her shoulder. A rubber gloved hand.

"Hi Angela," Said Lady Heather sweetly, "Ever heard of pay back time? Sarah, have you got that KY yet?"

Sarah was by her side almost as she said it and while she held the small silver object, Lady Heather, in full view of Angela, began to coat it liberally with jelly and when she had finished she dropped to her knees, squeezed more jelly onto her rubber covered hand and saying,

"This won't hurt a bit!" To Angela by way of warning, quickly buried two very slippery fingers up to the knuckle in her wide-open moistness.

*

So now the two women knelt in front of Angela, poor, helpless, almost naked, Angela, who had now had the Pocket Rocket installed in her for nearly 15 minutes. Gagged Angela who couldn't cry out even if she wanted to and who was slowly having the power of the embedded vibrator increased every few minutes or so and was also having her soft, silk covered legs gently stroked. Helpless Angela who could only close her eyes from time to time and moan softly through the thick wad of bandages in her mouth.

"Hey you two! I'm still here you know!"

Ally from the other corner of the room

"Yes you are aren't you? And no doubt the two ladies in here who are in a position to do something about it will tell me why?" Said the Bishop who had now changed into a paramedic's uniform similar to the one his wife was wearing and was standing in the doorway with a big grin on his face.

*

They had decided that two freshly made, warm chicken sandwiches, straight from the hotel kitchens and garnished with enough salad to feed several people would be sufficient to keep Ally from harm. They had also decided that the wine would probably help her to sleep as tonight was just going to entail some minor preparations and all the major jobs were scheduled for the following day.

Sarah had fed her, by and large, very carefully, offering her salad and holding a small bottle of mineral water to her lips when she needed a drink.

"I feel so helpless!" Ally told her at one point, her hands wrapped into useless fists and her feet embedded in a single sock and tied to the chair.

"If you knew how you were going to feel later, sweetheart," Said Sarah, wiping her mouth with a fresh paper napkin, "Then you wouldn't even think about moaning now!"

They had already received a phone call from Vicki Chaudhari telling them it was cold where she was and could they please hurry up?

And also one from Linda who had had to meet a friend, telling them she was on her way to meet Liz in the car park.

And one from Niles telling them he had met up with the film crew and where on God's Earth were they?

And now Ally was fully fed and ready for the rest of her programme to begin and it was only when Linda and Sarah were uncuffing and untying her from the chair that she noticed a small flash of light off to her left and saw someone standing there.

"What the bloody hell is he doing there?" She yelled.

Lady Heather was on her knees first,

"Hey, hey, Ally, come on! It's okay; it's only the cameraman. You knew he was going to be here and he's been keeping out of the way as much as he could, he's using low light film and a special lightweight camera with built in sound equipment so he wouldn't intrude…"

"Intrude! But, but…"

Lady Heather did her best to mollify her,

"Yeah I know honey, your pussy's on show and you've been tied to a chair and you've been licking Angela's pussy…"

"Fuck that!" Expleted a suddenly vehement Ally, "I've got no make up on and my hair looks like shit!"

*

"Gently now. Ally; just hold still for a minute. Just for me? Please?"

Ally sighed.

"Do you realise how undignified this all is? I mean it wouldn't so bad if it were just you guys but my arse is going to be on every TV set in the country."

"I very much doubt that, my luv," Trevor, the cameraman had muttered under his breath, "This is late night cable you're talkin' about."

Sarah had also muttered something along the lines of,

"Can't take a joke shouldn't have joined!" But Lady Heather had handed her the surgical gloves and put a finger to her lips at the same time.

Gloved up, Sarah had patted the backside of the now bent over Australian

"Now just relax Ally, just relax for me…" And then Sarah had introduced a greasy finger into her back passage and gently moved it around to spread the lubricant and was soon withdrawing. "There! That wasn't so bad now was it?"

Ally was blushing; she stole a quick glance at Angela who despite being bandaged from the nose down did her best to smile at her encouragingly.

They shuffled her along to the wheelchair and positioned her in front of it. Then Sarah held her whilst Lady Heather retrieved a relatively small remote control unit from a ledge.

"Bish has modified this Ally, at our request," She indicated the seat on which she was about to be installed, "He's added a small valve, just below the nozzle, which means that we CAN control the water as it runs into you, in fact we can decide when to start or even stop the flow. And as soon as you're "fitted" we're going to plug in that bulb in your hand so you can tell us if you've got any problems!"

Ally looked at her, more than a little mystified.

"Yeah, I don't understand this. Why do I need a bulb when all I've got to do is talk to one of you guys?"

Just then the room was filled by a low-pitched wailing noise, an almost unearthly sound that no one had been expecting. They all turned in the direction of the sound to see Angela writhing in her chair, hands still tied behind her back, wearing just her garter belt and stockings, her bare breasts' jiggling proudly and her nipples hard and erect. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning as best she could through the bandages stuffed into her mouth until suddenly she went limp and fell forward, the bonds being the only things holding her in place.

Sarah was still holding Ally so Lady Heather reached her first and soon discovered that it was definitely not a seizure of any kind that she had suffered.

"She's turned the damn thing up all by herself!" She fumed, deciding that enough was enough and extracting the vibrator, none too gently from inside Angela's nethermost regions while an exhausted Angela raised her head a little, opened one eye and gave her the weakest of smiles. "While we've all had our backs turned, Madam here has been rubbing her little dildo against the chair seat trying to turn it up to maximum, looks like she's just succeeded!"

Sarah smiled,

"Well it's probably time to let her go now anyway, we're going to need her in the ambulance if you're up front with Phil."

Lady Heather waved the glistening wet vibrator under Angela's nose.

"Okay I'm going to let you go, but you do everything Sarah says or I'll let her play with you next time and I don't think you'd like that!"

But Sarah was already shaking her head,

"Oh she will, she will!" And as an afterthought, "Well I will, even if she doesn't!"

*

"Take a deep breath Ally!"

She did as she was told and felt herself being lowered gently onto the tapered nozzle sticking out of the seat of the wheelchair. She was well lubricated but the nozzle was a good six to eight inches long and soft and pliable though it was, she could still feel every inch going in. but once in it felt quite good. She didn't feel at all violated, in fact she felt quite elated that she had done it and then all of a sudden something started to happen.

She felt an intense whirring sensation deep, deep, down inside of her. A sensation that was strange yet pleasurable. She felt a little full and tried to shift her position and even raise herself but it was impossible. And the vibrations increased until it felt as if she were falling into a whirling pit of pleasure and the whole room seemed to spin and then a voice was saying.

"Well that seemed to work quite nicely!" And she was looking into the face of Phil Bishop who had stayed out of the room whilst Ally was being mounted and now stood surveying the entire company.

He chucked Ally gently under the chin,

"Are you alright Lass?"

Ally looked at him a little stunned.

"Yeah, I guess! What happened?"

Phil Bishop grinned.

"Couple of last minute alterations, found a couple of solenoids I didn't know I had and managed to rig up a little vibrator to go with your, er, nozzle. That was a test run. How does it feel by the way?"

"Like I'm full all the time? Wouldn't wanna be like it all day but I could learn to live with it." One particular question had been bothering her for most of the evening. She looked into The Bishop's eyes and said "Why do I need this bulb in my hand?"

He looked like he had been hit by a static shock.

"Geez! I'm glad you reminded me about that!" And he picked up the jack plug and inserted into the arm of the chair. Then he looked at her earnestly and said questioningly,

"Hasn't anybody told you about that yet?"

*

"So let's get this straight. I'm an accident victim, right?"

"That's right! That's the whole point of the ambulance…"

"And the bandages?"

"Right again! We can take you down in one of the service lifts, out the fire exit and into the car park."

"Okay, but you've bandaged my feet and ankles and I've got this, this thing, keeping me sat down, what else is there?"

"Allison, my dear Allison, you have to see that I have a reputation to keep up with. I mean all that is fine but it's not enough. It's not what people want to see. They want to see people restrained. They want to see YOU restrained. I have a public to satisfy who pay good money every month to look at my site…"

"Okay, okay, so strapping me into the wheelchair and giving me a coupla pints of enema fluid's not enough, right?"

"It's logistics as well Ally. If people can't see your face they won't recognise you and no memories of this afternoon will surface…"

Knowing when she was beaten Ally looked at Phil Bishop with a half smile.

"Who was that guy who used to wear all the bandages?"

"Well I would have thought that he was before your time but you're probably talking about the Invisible Man…"

Ally did her best to wave a dismissive hand.

"Whatever! Well, I'm beginning to wish I was invisible right now…"

*

Lady Heather caught sight of her husband as was leaving the main suite.

"Er, Bish! Bish, just one more question."

He was by her side in an instant,

"Yes my little Columbo and what can I do for you?"

"It's about the restraints on the wheelchair, we've right now got Ally's feet bandaged together for safety's sake…"

The Bishop raised an eyebrow,

"Whose safety?"

Sarah bustled past with some plates.

"Ours! They were everywhere!"

Bishop looked puzzled.

"Whose minding Ally at the moment?"

"Oh Angela is. She's very er…

"Contrite?"

"…right now. Yeah."

Sarah was behind them again.

"And Ally's very, very quiet! She's a bit like the condemned man waiting to be executed. She's not saying much and she hardly moves at all in case what's underneath her goes off unexpectedly!"

The Bishop grinned.

"So what's the problem?"

"Restraints! The ones at her ankles won't fit."

"No problem! They're all on micro switches. I'll just disable those two and enable the ones just above her calves that I put in earlier, or doesn't anyone pay attention to these minor details?"

*

"Hi!"

Angela was now fully restored. She was wearing her uniform, which was still much too short, her shoes were back on, her hair was brushed and she had retrieved her bra. However, Ally was much too conscious of the fact that she still appeared to be wearing no panties.

"Ally I've got to get you ready. Boss's orders!" She took some bandages off the table and stood behind her, "Now I've got to bandage your whole head so that no one can recognise you, and then later Lady Heather and Sarah are going to put pads over your eyes so you won't know where you're going and then they're going to do something about that cute little mouth of yours, so that you can't speak.

Angela knelt down in front of Ally and there was a definite flush to her cheeks. She reached forward and put a finger to her lips.

"You won't be able to speak and you won't be able to see! You'll be strapped into the chair and I'll have the remote control to the valve you're sitting on and I'll be able to control you totally! I'll be the one who decides when to start the flow." Ally shuddered and Angela licked her glossy pouting lips and then she leaned forward and kissed Ally on hers, "And that really turns me on Ally, it really, really does!"

*

For reasons of her own, Angela wheeled Ally over to a mirror so that she could watch what was happening to her. What Ally saw was a young and, in her mind, not unattractive young woman, with eyes and feet that were too big, and tits that were too small, and unkempt hair, naked apart form a short green smock with her hands and feet bandaged, sitting in a wheelchair impaled on a rubber spike and about to be put into what Phil Bishop would call some serious bondage.

Angela was beside her again.

Stroking her cheek.

Whispering in her ear.

"I think it's really exciting that although you're not properly restrained you still can't get up and run away from me!" And then, as if to emphasise her point, she allowed her tongue to just caress the outer part of Ally's ear and Ally shivered involuntarily.

Angela stood up.

"I'm going to start bandaging now!" She whispered hoarsely.

*

It didn't seem to take very long, even though Angela was very thorough and soon Ally was looking at a faceless, hairless visage in the mirror that had only eyes and mouth and she needed to tell herself constantly at first that that visage was in fact hers.

She felt strange and anonymous and unbelievably excited. The fact that she was sitting helplessly on two pints of fluid that could be pumped into her at any time was only adding to that excitement.

"Hey Ally, are you okay?" Lady Heather was kneeling beside her. Ally nodded, the thick, wide bandages around her head and jaw restricted but did not prevent speech, but she was just too excited.

Sarah was there too, standing next to her, looking at the bandages with a professional eye.

"You've made a good job of this Angela, perhaps I can do the same for you one day. Enemas are a bit of a speciality of mine, I could give you a small one and them wrap you from head to toe in bandages and make you my little plaything for the afternoon. What d'you think?"

Angela looked at her in slight disbelief and then held her gaze for much longer than was necessary, unconsciously moistening her lips with the very tip of her tongue at the same time.

Sarah smiled.

"I'll take that as a yes!" And received a sharp slap on the leg from lady Heather.

"What's Linda gonna say?" She hissed. Sarah grinned down at her.

"It was Linda's idea! Niles can take pictures…you can come as well, if you still want your own back or just if you want to watch!" She turned her attention back to Ally.

"Okay young lady are you ready?" Ally managed a tiny nod and Sarah squatted down to join Lady Heather at her side. She produced from her pocket what appeared to be a soft squishy ball with a semi circular shield attached to it. She stroked Ally's bare leg.

"Wonders of modern science this is Ally. We wanted to gag you, because we felt that you should be gagged but we wanted something that was safe and also didn't show. Bishop picked this up at BondCon 2003. It's a self-inflating pump gag that works by remote control. See there?" She held the object up for inspection. "There's a tiny cylinder of compressed air that goes in through that little hole, that inflates it once it's in your mouth and this shield here goes over your front teeth and holds it all in place! Clever really." Ally didn't look too sure but she said nothing and looked instead at Lady Heather who was opening two packs of sterile eye pads.

At that moment The Bishop walked in.

He strode over to the wheelchair and stood looking down at Ally.

"Last chance now Ally," He said, not unkindly, " If you really don't want to go through with this now, it's not too late. Angela has kinda understudied for you and she's game if you're not, but I'd much rather use you because everything is custom built for you." He squatted down on his haunches and lowered his voice "You only have to give me the word Ally and we'll take you out, no questions asked, no hard feelings…"

They looked at each other for a long time. He staring into her eyes looking for signs that she was wavering but he didn't see any. He thought he saw anticipation and determination and excitement but that could have been his own imagination and as they continued to stare at each other and as anxiety began to set in he finally saw what he had been waiting for. A tiny almost imperceptible little nod and a "just get on with it" that was all run into one and could have been a cough and he put a hand on her bare knee and said

"Thank you Allison! Thank you very much!" Very quietly and then got up.

He turned to his wife.

"Darling I think it's only fair that I finish off here. Would you like to get things moving downstairs whilst Sarah and I make Allison uncomfortable!" It was said with a grin.

Lady Heather smiled back,

"Why of course my love. How could I deprive you of a little quality time with a victim?" And she kissed him on the cheek, gathered the keys to the ambulance and went quietly downstairs.

The Bishop turned back to Ally.

"I think we should enable your restraints now Allison." And with that he turned to Angela who had been hovering behind him with the remote in her hand like a magician's assistant. He was just about to take it from her when he noticed the look of disappointment on her face.

"Do you want to do it?" He whispered to her. She nodded and he relinquished his grip on the control and let Angela walk forward, licking her lips again and trying to pull down the hem of her uniform with her free hand.

"I told you I wanted to control you Ally," She said quietly, "And now you'll only be able to move when I say you can!" And with that she pressed the button and there was an audible series of clicks and the steel restraints slipped smoothly into place holding Ally tightly at the wrists, at the legs, around the chest and the waist and even at the head.

Ally's head was held tightly to the headrest by a padded steel band.

Not wanting to give her too much time to recover Sarah moved quickly forward, gave her a brief kiss on the lips and offered up the tiny bulb. Knowing what she had to do Ally opened her mouth and allowed Sarah to place the shield tightly against her front teeth and then, in response to Sarah tapping her lightly on the arm, she closed it again.

Angela was still standing in front her triumphantly.

"You can't move and now I'm going to make sure that you can't speak! " She whispered and pressed another button on the remote as she said it.

Ally let out a tiny whimper as she felt the small ball in her mouth begin to expand rapidly forcing her mouth to close around it. In seconds her cheeks were beginning to inflate and Angela looked on. Drinking it all in, slowing down the inflation so that she could savour her discomfort. Eventually, when Ally was beginning to look distressed, she stopped the inflation altogether, dropped to one knee and stroked Ally's bandaged cheek.

"Say something for me!" She whispered and Ally tried, she tried as hard as she could but all that came out was a hum at the back of her throat and Angela patted her cheek. She was truly enjoying having Ally as her subject.

"Now we're going to cover your eyes," She said in a voice that was hoarse with excitement. "We're going to cover your eyes so you won't know where you're going or when I'm going to feed you the enema. You'll just have to sit there anticipating!"

Sarah and The Bishop exchanged glances.

"When are you going to do this mummification/enema shoot with Angela?" He asked

"Beginning of next week if we can." Sarah replied.

"Hmm. Well if you ask me," He said pensively, "It won't be a moment too soon!"

*

Of course Angela had to turn the binding of Ally's eyes into a kind of ritual and they expected that, but even Trevor the Cameraman appeared to be in some slight discomfort when they finally left the suite.

Angela picked up the first eye pad and, holding it delicately in her hand, moved forward and knelt once more in front of Allison.

"You can't speak, you can't move and very soon you won't even be able to see and to do any of those things in future you are going to need my permission. Do you understand?" The two girls stared at each other and such was the rapport between them that Ally nodded as if hypnotised.

"You're mine now!" Intoned Angela quietly and pressed the adhesive edged pad into place over Ally's right eye, following it swiftly with the corresponding pad on the left. Then she got up quickly, dragging her uniform below her stocking tops as she did it, reached for a roll of bandage and began to wind it around and around Ally's padded and sightless eyes and all the time she was whispering to her.

"I control you Ally. I control you totally and utterly! I wanted to take away your hearing as well but then I thought that without that you wouldn't be able to hear me. To hear the person who is in charge of you. Who controls you. Who controls your body and wants to control your soul!" The word seemed to reverberate around the quiet suite. Sarah looked a little flushed and the Bishop shifted uncomfortably on one leg.

"From now on Allison you are MINE. Totally and utterly mine!" She leant forward and kissed Ally on her bandaged cheek, took the blanket from the floor that had originally covered the wheelchair and laid it carefully over her charge, tucking it in here and there to cover the restraints. Then she picked up the remote control, slipped it into a pocket, walked behind the wheelchair and grasped the handles and said brightly, as if nothing had happened,

"Well? Are we ready to go?"

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.