The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Doctor Chaudhari studied her charge.

"Well? Feeling any better?"

Ally nodded emphatically. She was gagged, still handcuffed and still naked but the utter relief was visible on her face. There was something in her eyes though, something that suggested that she wasn't entirely happy. Not wanting to play charades with a naked handcuffed mute who was going to need her hands free quite soon, because Vicki most definitely had her limits, she walked casually behind the naked girl and began to unbuckle her gag.

"You can speak now little slave girl, it probably won't be out for long!"

Ally pulled a few faces to loosen up her jaw

"Aw thanks, but I'm not used to an audience."

Vicki smiled broadly and folded her arms.

"It was only me and it could have been a lot worse!"

Ally smiled,

"Yeah I guess that's what they mean when they say that the blood drained out of someone's face."

Vicki chortled

"At that moment I think the blood drained out of her entire body! But she'll think twice about taking the law into her own hands in future!"

Ally smiled but her inner thoughts got the better of her for a moment.

"Oh!"

"What's up."

"Just a shiver. It's nothing really, just the thought of actually er, you know…"

Vicki smiled,

"And you think I'd have really made you do that?" Ally looked at her, her face blank. "Oh so you do! Well, to put your mind at rest, Allison, I would NOT have done it. There are too many health risks," She paused and dug Ally slyly in the ribs, "But Angela doesn't know that and I suggest we keep it that way!"

*

"Look at us. I look like I've just won a crying competition and you look like you've gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson!"

Linda looked at Liz askance.

"Yeah, well he only bites people's ears off! How the fuck are we gonna explain this? I look like I've been on a mud wrestling weekend."

Liz looked at her with a gleam in her eye.

"Didn't Sarah tell me that you actually had done some mud wrestling?"

Linda raised her eyebrows and looked skyward.

"That woman! Good job I don't tell her everything! That was years ago in Barbados! I was Miss Mudd 1990, but we didn't do it in our street clothes, we got a shower afterwards and we didn't have people trying to hit us with fucking sticks either!"

Liz looked down at her boots in embarrassment.

They were parked outside the North London studios of Toni Emmett, an award-winning sculptor who, in imitation of The Bauhaus, had formed a collective of artists who between them had renovated and redesigned a derelict factory to become their headquarters.

Their work and interests were diverse but some of their collaborations dealt with subjects that the tabloids described as S&M. and quite a lot of the artists involved were on the fringes of that particular discipline. Some, however, were nearer to the hub and one or two knew of the Bishop and were also friendly with Linda Hutton and Vicki Chaudhari. They had been more than willing, therefore, to loan their studio to the Bishop for a few days when the original venue, a club in Hoxton, had fallen through.

Liz looked at Linda beseechingly.

"What do we do?"

Linda grinned and then winced because her face was already starting to stiffen.

"Well I don't know about you but I'm going to tell Sarah the truth and deal with it. She knew what I was up to but I handled it badly. I handled YOU badly, misjudged you completely and let myself get carried away, that's the truth and I'm sorry. I'll tell your people whatever you want, Vicki or Sarah will probably have something for your eyes and otherwise you're not too bad, I deserved all I got and I'll take it on the chin!"

Liz looked at her and her face darkened,

"I think the less the crew know the better, it could end up in The Sun or The News of the World otherwise…" She paused to martial her thoughts and then looked directly at Linda, "…they'll probably label you a "Vice Girl", or something similar…"

Linda snorted.

"Top TV producer's romp with Vice Girl on Hampstead Heath?"

Liz blushed,

"Sounds about right!"

She reached forward and touched Linda's hand.

"I know this sounds daft but will I see you again after Saturday?"

Linda stared straight ahead.

Four hours ago her answer would have been simple, she wouldn't have actually told Liz to fuck off but that's what she would have meant. Now she wasn't so sure, in fact at that particular moment she wasn't sure of anything at all.

*

"Do you know I'm not sure if I like having the handcuffs taken off now, I've got sort of used to 'em!"

Vicki Chaudhari looked down her nose at Ally in disgust,

"If you think I'm going to wipe your…"

Ally grinned and adopted the voice of a little girl.

"It's alright Mummy I've finished and I've washed my hands and they're ever so clean and there's nothing under my finger nails! NO sh…"

If Allison had been wearing clothes Vicki would have grasped her by the lapel. As it was she waved a pointing finger under her nose.

"Now listen here my girl…"

Ally sighed,

"Just give me the soap!"

Vicki handed her a brand new bar. It smelt gorgeous and she couldn't help holding it up to her nose, "Mmm, what this? F&M? Is this S&M for people with a lisp? Ow!" Vicki dug her hard in the ribs.

"Fortnum and Mason, stupid! Only the best for little slave girls."

Ally looked at herself in the mirror.

"Well it could be worse, do my tits look lopsided?"

Vicki positioned herself behind the naked girl and cupped her breasts with both hands.

"Mmm. They look and feel fine to me!"

Ally continued washing her hands but Vicki sensed that something was wrong. She had stiffened at her touch.

"Ally is anything the matter?"

"No!"

"Ally you're trying to pull away from me, what's up?"

Ally looked at her in the mirror and sighed again.

"Okay. Look, you won't see me for two weeks and then you expect me to fawn all over you when you DO and I'm sorry but…"

Vicki made a noise at the back of her throat and looked steadily at Ally.

"And so you think what?"

Ally took a deep breath

"I think like I'm handy for you when I'm here but otherwise you can't be arsed and there's probably someone else anyway and I'm just your "bit" on the side!" Embarrassed and suddenly deflated, Ally looked away, she put her hands behind her back and said,

"Let' s get on with it shall we?" But Vicki was shaking her head sadly.

*

"And what in God's name happened to you?"

Linda didn't feel uncomfortable very often but right now, with Sarah in front of her inspecting her eye, Lady Heather to her right with a bewildered expression on her face and The Bishop to her left with a look of sardonic amusement on his, she felt more uncomfortable than she had for a long time. She stood now in the main studio, a few feet from the giant clitoris and doing her best to martial her thoughts "Well?" Asked Sarah, who was another one who would not let things lie, "And don't tell me you tripped over the cat because we haven't got one!"

*

Ally was sitting on a stool in the quiet, palatial, shower room. She was still naked and Vick had handcuffed her again,

"S'allright I'm not going to hit you!" She had said at the time.

Vicki had looked at her thoughtfully,

"You might want to when I've finished!" And Ally's stomach gave a little lurch as Vicki, looking pale and troubled now, moved round to the front of the stool and began to tell her what was wrong.

*

Liz was coming out of one of the rooms one that was used for constructing larger pieces, having just got the lighting set up the way she wanted it, when she saw Sarah coming towards her with a determined and also an angry look on her face.

There was nowhere to hide and Liz knew that she was going to have to face her eventually.

"Sarah I'm…"

Sarah looked at her with an indeterminate expression,

"You're what? You're sorry? Why?" Suddenly Liz was in a quandary, if Linda hadn't told her, then they were both sunk, "Listen Liz," And Sarah's face was suddenly gentler,

"If that had been me I would probably have hit her a fucking sight harder than you did! I don't even know if I'm talking to her right now, but when I've finished checking her out I'm going to take a look at you and you can talk to me if you want!" She hurried off down the corridor and then turned her head, "Oh and Liz? You've done nothing wrong! Okay? But I think that three years of a relationship have just gone floating down the Swanee River!" Even at that distance Liz thought she could see a tear run down her cheek. She turned away. "Speak to you later!" And then she was gone.

*

Ally wished that her hands were free so that she could wipe Vicki's tears away.

" Vicki I…."

Vicki smiled and extracted a tissue from her bag.

"It's okay, I should have said something, but I think that people…oh I know I shouldn't be like this but because of my mum has "episodes" then I assume people will think that I do to! And even now, even though I'm used to it, it frightens me sometimes…"

Suddenly Ally felt that it was all her fault, that it wasn't as if she and Vicki knew each other that well and that she should not have pried. Vicki had already said that her mother was eccentric but…

"She's okay as long as she takes her pills but sometimes she forgets… and sometimes situations get too much for her." She threw her arms around the still handcuffed girl." She's fine now, she really is, you'd never know, but two weeks ago…"

"I'm sorry, Vicki I really am!"

"No it's not you. I didn't know you felt that way… the same way I do I suppose and I didn't want you to think…"

"Vicki if you'd let me go I could do something to help!"

Vicki chaudhari looked at Allison though watery eyes and smiled broadly.

"Oh no, my little slave girl, there's too much to do. We're moving on to phase two now and we can't have you walking around free now can we?" She moved in close and whispered in Ally's ear, "Let's hope you still feel the same way about me when this lot's finished!" Just as she was opening her mouth to speak Vicki jammed the ball gag back in and was already buckling it up behind her head with a certain aplomb

*

"Wakey, wakey! Rise and shine!" The look on Lady Heather's face suggested that although she wasn't carrying a bucket of cold water she would have appreciated one. Angela, for her part, was not exactly unconscious, but the effect of the vallium made her reasonably indifferent to what was going on around her. So she took being roused from the comfortable bed and dragged by her lead, naked, handcuffed and gagged into a brightly lit room full of people with remarkable pragmatism.

She even took the sight of the two pieces of apparatus, one familiar and one not so familiar in her stride and when Lady Heather walked her naked toward the big, polished Saint Andrews cross, led her up the small pair of steps that had been placed in front of it and began strapping her wrists to it with her facing toward the front so that her large breasts were squashed against it, she simply smiled, as best she could through her gag, even when the Bishop approached holding a large pot of lubricant and Lady Heather began snapping on a pair of surgical gloves.

*

"Okay. I've spoken to Vicki and she's given me these drops. Now I want you to use them three times a day or whenever your eyes start to sting and it should clear by the end of the week. Let me see your wrists? Mmm, some antiseptic cream's the best thing for them. Are they sore?" Liz shook her head, "Well the best thing is to try to cover them with your sleeves, bandages will show on camera and they're really not too bad. Oh she is such a stupid cow sometimes. Okay, you can sit up now. Like the outfit by the way."

Liz eased herself out of the strange orange contraption where Sarah had examined her. Her vision was becoming less blurry by the second and half in hour in make up had completely obscured the ravages of the evening.

"You don't think the leather's too much?" She said looking down at the leather trousers, the highly polished black boots and the long leather coat that she wore over a black polo necked jumper

Sarah, still wearing her sister's uniform, closed Doctor Chaudhari's medical bag and shook her head.

"No! Looks good, I could even fancy you myself!" She shook her head, "Sorry! Bad thing to say." Liz reached out and touched her arm.

"Sarah…"

Sarah looked at her directly and unthreateningly

"My theory is that when people are in charge all the time they run away with themselves, no one to keep hold of them and rein them in…"

Liz looked at her beseechingly.

"Sarah, she made a mistake…"

"Yeah! Her fucking hormones ran away with her! I thought only men suffered from that…" And then she started to cry.

*

Still naked, her bare feet flapping awkwardly against the polished stone floor, Ally allowed herself to be led, handcuffed and ball gagged in to Studio B by Vicki who held her leash proudly in her right hand but walked next to her, so as not to make her feel completely alone. She also had a comforting hand on her shoulder.

The first thing she saw as she was walked into the light airy room, which also had a glass roof, was Angela strapped at the wrists to a huge Saint Andrews cross whilst Lady Heather very gently lubricated her with a rubber gloved finger. She had to look twice but then she could see the reason for the lubrication.

Sticking out at crotch level was a large smooth piece of wooden dowel about three inches in diameter with an equally smooth wooden ball at the end. It was quite obvious from the two little platforms on which Angela's bare feet were now mounted and the thick and padded leather straps that were attached to the cross at that point, that she was going to be secured to it, once properly lubricated, in a manner which would allow the thick wooden plug to penetrate her fully.

It was also obvious that Lady Heather, now wearing jodhpurs, riding boots and a pristine white blouse was being more than a little over zealous with the lubrication, as Angela's heartfelt moans and little squeals of pleasure proved.

Allison looked at her "walker" with a puzzled expression on her face. Vicki grinned hugely

"You know she's been a naughty girl don't you? " Ally sort of shrugged her shoulders to suggest that she didn't necessarily agree. "Well, she has been Allison. Whatever you might think!" She said forcefully, "She could have put you in danger and for that Lady Heather is going to punish her!" She smiled, "Not that she needs much of an excuse. But she thinks it will be a little diversion for the film crew whilst we get you ready".

Ally studied the strange device over to the right of the cross. It looked like a skeletal reclining chair that was locked in the reclining position, with both an inner and an outer "compartment". But if it were, in reality, a chair then there would be very little support for the person inside it. The whole thing appeared to be made from wrought iron but what stopped it looking like an instrument of mediaeval torture was the fact that it was painted bright orange. It was mounted on a kind of round and flattened pedestal, the way dental chairs are, and there was a contoured, padded red backboard that ran almost the whole length of the thing. There were also a lot of dangling straps, which Ally eyed with mixed feelings and two other things. Something long on top that was currently covered and sort of spherical attachment in the middle suggesting that the "chair " could not only move up and down but on it's own axis as well.

But before she could fully focus on the object that was obviously meant for her Liz hurried over with a clipboard in her hand.

"Hi Vicki! Sorry couldn't speak to you earlier but everything's gone mildly pear shaped, as you know. Now Linda was originally going to talk to me on camera about this "chair" and what it's going to be used for but as you know she's in no fit state…"

Vicki interrupted her.

"Liz I really don't think I can do it at the risk of being struck off! I'd really like to but although the GMC are quite happy to ignore doctors who are accused of sexual misdemeanours and even rapes in some cases, I don't think they'd be so lenient with one who admits to an interest in this sort of thing; and a female one at that!"

Liz raised an eyebrow

"And don't give me any shit about "this day and age" because you know, as well as I do, that despite the fact that the medical profession is one of the more accepting, prejudice still exists, against women, against women doctors, against women doctors of foreign extraction…"

Liz was thoroughly beaten

"Okay…"
"Have you tried make up?"

"Have you seen her?"

"Yes and I know of people who regularly appear on television who have birth marks or bruises and scars where their partner has attacked them the night before… and what about the boozers? Cameras don't show drinkers in a very kindly light do they? They come out bright red, but you've got make up that can even tone that down these days…" Vicki was about to carry on but Liz was already hurrying away from her.

Still holding Ally's leash she turned to Lady Heather who was still making a pretence of lubricating Angela who looked as if she was about to beat her head against the hard polished wood of the cross in abject frustration.

" Why can't the Bishop do it?" She asked, wishing she could at least comfort Angela in some way as Lady Heather's slippery, rubber clad fingers drove in and out of her and then slowed down just as her muffled wails changed in pitch,

"He thinks he's done enough interviews for one year and he's worried about over exposure. He's quite happy for us to take some of the limelight but as you can see, " She said with a huge grin, "I'm otherwise engaged!" She withdrew her hand completely, much to Angela's chagrin, held the slippery moist digits up to her face and said in baby talk,

"Dere, dere! Did lil Angie like her finger fuckings den?" And before Angela could even attempt a nod she had slid her greasy fingers back inside her slippery and fragrant little love nest and had begun to move them rapidly in and out once more.

*

Linda threw a glance over to the strange chair where Sarah had examined Liz.

"She's got her eyes on us all the time! You know that don't you?"

Not revelling in Linda's discomfort but feeling a certain sense of elation at their sudden reversal of roles, Liz said,

"It's not me she's looking at, it's you!" And she felt a rush of compassion for the tall woman who was almost literally plastered in make up in places and who no longer looked as if she had been in a fight less than two hours ago, "How's your face?"

Linda attempted a grin she didn't feel.

"Yeah it's okay. She's filled me full a pain killers, I'm pretty sure she'd have injected me up the arse if she could but she had to make do with tablets!"

"So you can speak okay?"

"No worse than usual!"

"Good! Now you know what I'm going to ask, just try to be yourself and answer the questions as if we were having a real life conversation… I'm a bit worried that we look like twins though," Linda had a change of clothes with her, black leather trousers, long black leather coat, shiny black boots with a high heel and the only discernible difference between her outfit and Liz's was that she wore a black silk shirt as opposed to the producer's polo neck.

"Don't worry Liz you can tie me up any time you like!"

Liz half smiled at Trevor the cameraman and turned back to Linda

"You'll have to forgive him, it's what passes for a sense of humour round here," And fixing her gaze on Trevor again,"Trevor on my mark, okay?" Trevor nodded and she raised her hand, which was the cue for Vicki to bring the naked Ally forward to the chair whilst Lady Heather stood on the sidelines with Angela.

An Angela who had now been fully mounted on the Saint Andrew's cross and was standing, breasts wedged tightly against it, arms and ankles shackled tightly to the cross pieces and impaled snugly on the thick length of ball ended dowel whilst her tormentor gently stroked her bottom and her other erogenous zones such as her neck and the back of her knees whilst she was totally unable to do anything about it.

Everything was quiet and the bright lights cast strange shadows everywhere as Liz moved closer to Linda and said quietly under her breath.

"Three, two, one and GO!" And then asked, as Vicki helped Ally to lie down, " Linda, can you tell me just what on earth is happening right now? Because it looks like she's about to be spit roasted or something!"

*

"And cut! How was it Trevor?" Trevor smiled and eased the camera off his shoulder, "Gerry?" The sound recordist took off her headphones and gave her the thumbs up. Smoothly Liz raised her right hand in the air and turned to where Lady Heather was standing a little way away from the Saint Andrew's cross and where another cameraman was waiting to begin filming

"And cue Ted and Lady Heather!" Her arm dropped and like the practised professional that she was, Lady Heather began to bring the soft flogger that she was holding in her hand down onto Angela's exposed back.

*

"Okay Linda, now we've all seen those films where people get flogged, or appear to get flogged, horribly in dungeons of all descriptions, tell me what's different about this."

Lady Heather was holding in her hand something that looked like a piece of fur attached to polished wooden handle. Linda smiled and Liz thought she detected just the hint of a wince.

"Okay. What Heather's got in her hand now is a rabbit skin flogger…"

"So it's not exactly synthetic then?"

"No. Most whips are made from animal hide of some kind. Some of the rubber ones, which aren't, can really hurt. These, " She indicated the one in Lady Heather's hand, "are used for beginners or," And here she smiled again, "Just to warm the subject up!"

*

"Okay! I think we can wrap that! Now Trevor has found a machine outside in the corridor that dispenses free coffee and tea and apparently it tastes ALMOST like real coffee and tea, so thank you all very much and I'll let you know if we need to go again, thanks everybody!"

Liz walked over to Angela who was still stretched out on the cross. Unable to resist she put out a hand and drew a breath.

"Oh my! She's hot there and her skin is really red!"!

Lady Heather smiled broadly

"Not as hot as she is somewhere else! And the skin's not broken and there shouldn't be a bruise anywhere tomorrow!"

She had started slowly, twirling the rabbit pelt whip as if she were a major league cheerleader, brushing the skin, making it more sensitive, which is what a real whipping is all about.

There are people known to the medical profession as algolagniacs - people who like pain – but this doesn't necessarily apply to people who like being whipped any more than the people who do the whipping qualify as sadists.

What Lady Heather was trying to do, was take Angela down into a state known by some people as "sub space", an almost trance like state. She would not do it by inflicting stark searing pain on her. She would do it by sensitising her skin until she could literally feel every touch, every stroke, every blow, every breeze and every breath and every current of air and this would eventually transfer to her mind as well.

It would sensitise her mind and make her more receptive to Lady Heather and to Lady Heather alone.

It was important that no one else intervene.

It was important that top and bottom should feel that they were alone. That they were sharing something unique.

Whipping another human being is as singular an experience as making love and it should be treated as such.

The whole studio was and remained throughout the whole thing much dimmer than before. The lighting people had found some dimmer switches earlier and found that the central lighting system could be reduced dramatically without any loss of film quality. The big umbrella lights serving to light the studio adequately. So the lights were gently dimmed and Lady Heather continued her mesmeric work.

She worked steadily and slowly, never hitting the same place twice and, even though the instrument she was using was very soft, she still made sure that she kept it away from sensitive areas, like the kidneys, but she didn't spare other areas. Other more erogenous areas such as the buttocks and the breasts.

Every now and then she would whisper a command to her helpless charge. A command such as, "Look at me!" or "Look up!" or "Look down!" or if she was going to strike a particularly sensitive area, "Close your eyes!" or "Look away!" and every time a command was given so Angela followed it to the letter.

Liz watched almost dumbstruck because despite the connotations and the spin that had been put on the word "whipping" over the years, she was coming to see that the onus was not just on the person doing the whipping but also on the recipient too. It was a two way street and for mutual enjoyment then both parties had to participate fully.

For a short moment she fantasised about what would happen if it were her stark naked and strapped to that cross with that big wooden plug in her fanny, helpless for Linda to do what ever she liked to her. For those few fleeting moments she could feel the touch of the fur against her bare skin, could hear those soft commands could feel herself growing damper by the second.

She watched almost hypnotised as Lady Heather in her jodhpurs and riding boots walked imperiously around the hapless Angela,

"Don't look at me! Look down and close your eyes!" She said quietly, almost seductively, and then she moved round to the front of the cross and touched Angela's left breast. Just a dab almost, with the pads of her fingers, and then ordered her to stay still.

"Keep looking down! Keep your eyes closed!" She pulled the rabbit skin whip back and held the tip in her other hand as if sighting her shot and then let fly with a series of short sharp strokes on the already squashed and sensitive breast.

Angela made a noise in the back of her throat similar to a choked sob and Lady Heather reached forward and lightly touched her cheek, then she moved her hand down and lightly caressed her other breast.

"Eyes closed. Keep looking down! Good girl!"

And now, standing on Angela's right hand side, she was raising the whip again, holding the tail in her other hand for a sighting shot and again she let forth a volley of smacks on her right breast.

This time Angela's' reaction was a real choking heartfelt sob, but there was no pat on the cheek this time. Eyes still closed head still down, Angela must have heard the sharp clacking of Lady Heather's heels behind her, but there was no warning this time. Standing directly behind her and in the perfect place to deal with Angela's' pert and slightly upturned buttocks, Lady Heather began her assault and blow after blow landed on Angela's cheeks.

One after the other giving her no time to prepare herself for the next.

Blow after blow after blow

Each one pushing the smooth dowel with the smooth ball at the end further and further inside of her.

Relentless. Unyielding. One blow following the other as surely as night follows day and eventually even Angela could stand no more and she sniffed at first and then she opened her eyes and, her whole body shaking, let out a scream that despite the gag made almost everyone present jump with the sheer bloodcurdling ferocity of the long delayed climax that she was now experiencing.

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.