The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The buzz of the clippers against her now bald scalp felt comforting somehow. She wasn't fearful or worried. Interested in what she would look like now was the best way to describe her mood.

Her stomach lurched slightly as the chair began to turn again

The hands were back. Those soft warm comforting hands. Feeling her all over. Feeling how smooth her skin was.

And then there was a pause.

And then the hands were back and this time they were coated with something. Something that smelt pleasant enough, something that felt creamy and at the same time lumpy and something that was being rubbed all over her body.

Form her the top of her baldhead to the very tips and even in between her bare toes the substance was rubbed or smoothed literally everywhere. Even her outer lips did not escape

She wanted to cry out at first, to ask what was going on, but the gag stifled any questions she might have and she felt safe, certainly not threatened enough to use her life line. And then just as soon as it had all begun, the hands were gone. Only to be replaced a few seconds later by something even stranger. Something warm, fluffy and comforting … towels!

They were towelling her down after…after applying exfoliant to her skin to leave her smooth and clean everywhere.

"That's it!" She thought to herself, "See Ally, you don't have to be a genius but it does help from time to time!"

It was strange living in this world. Living in this limbo world of no sight and virtually no sound and certainly no ability to fend for yourself. Whatever the people around you had to give, you had to take. That was the way that it was.

She wriggled her toes and stretched her fingers, about the only things that she could move and then the hands were back. Those warm comforting hands and this time there was a smell accompanying them.

Ally knew a little about essential oils and this smelt like Ylang Yang, rich, smooth and sensual. Soon she was luxuriating in it as those soft hands began to smooth and stroke it into her bare skin.

Long smooth strokes like ocean waves roiling over and over her and for a while she could almost imagine that she was back in Australia. Lolling naked on the beach in the warm summer sunshine with the cool sea breeze keeping away the full heat of the sun and she was rolling over and over in the sand and the waves were washing over her one after another…

She realised that the chair was rotating very slowly allowing her masseuse access to all areas. The most relaxing and sensuous, strangely enough was the massage applied to her newly bald scalp and to the area around her neck.

The chair rotated again.

Voices. Far away voices and then one coming closer. Much, much closer

"You've been a very good little slave girl Allison, but there's just one more thing we have to do. We've cleansed you on the outside and now we want to cleanse you on the inside, just once more. Stay calm now!" And then she felt warm breath on her cheek and a long lingering kiss was planted there.

Should she let this worry her? She understood the outside cleansing, but inside cleansing could only mean one thing, surely?

The chair was rising now or was it falling because very soon she was standing on her head and the voice was whispering again.

"Good girl Allison you've been very very good and we're going to give you a reward!"

Snapping sounds.

Rubber gloves!

Oh no!

What now?

She wanted to worry. Something in the back of her mind told her that she should but she decided to ignore it. She felt warm and comfortable even though she was upside down and not exactly in a position to fend anything off.

She felt the hands again. Warm and greasy, they were stroking around her inner thighs just to get her used to the sensation of them being there and then there was a pause and …

Oh Boy!

A double whammy!

At the same time as a pair of gentle fingers eased their way between her outer lips and into her soft and still extremely moist little love nest, then another pair were pressing lightly against her rosebud and making it slippery with lubricant.

As the first pair moved ever so smoothly in and out of her warm and inviting little fanny, at least that's how she thought of it right now, then the other pair were pushing with just a tad more urgency, wanting to go that extra mile, easing themselves again and again against that tight little hole until finally, with hardly any real effort, they had breached it and she experienced the strange feeling of being penetrated in both places at once whilst a quiet soothing voice told her just to relax and let it happen.

And then, hanging there in mid air, incapable of protest or movement, both pairs of fingers began to move again

Backwards and forwards very, very slowly.

She couldn't believe it and she wasn't over sure if she could cope with it. She was being finger fucked, there were no other words that could describe it adequately, in both holes at once. And the fingers seemed to have developed a demonic rhythm all of their own.

As one pair slid all the way in, so the other pair slid almost all the way out.

"Into my pussy, out of my arse! Into my arse and out of my pussy! Oh God! Oh it feels so fucking wonderful! It shouldn't but it does. Come on you bitches do it harder! Fuck me harder you pair of bitches!" Ally hoped upon hope that she would never have to relive that particular piece of inner dialogue again

Very soon, perhaps too soon, it was hard to say; the fingers in her back passage were eased out and replaced by something soft but not living.

A tube.

A soft flexible tube

What the Lord, or in this case, probably Vicki and Sarah, gaveth, then they also tooketh away and as the tube was eased in, she felt something being attached to it. Something whose contents would soon be inside her, she suspected, for a short time at least.

But while all this was going on she could feel something else. The fingers in front

were also being replaced, this time by something fairly hard and fairly cold, something that seemed to have a control at the end because she could feel something happening there and - Oh Fuck!

She took mental stock of her situation. Upside down. Naked. Strapped to immobility on a frame that could move her into any position anybody could possibly want. Blind and dumb and standing on her head with possibly the contents of an enema bag brimming and frothing above her whilst below, in her soft and admittedly wanting little pussy they had just slipped what would appear to be a fairly large vibrator.

All her sensible instincts told her to scream or press the panic button, but her baser instincts, the ones that had probably got her into this in the first place, told her stay right where she was.

A voice in her ear.

Vicki the rotten bitch!

"Hi little slave girl, well I think we've got you just where we want you right now. We're going to give you a high colonic in a minute, just to flush you out once and for all and get rid of any really stubborn, compacted stuff. It'll all be over very quickly and we're using a special double bore tube so that it goes in through the smaller one and out through the bigger one and then we can just dispose of it, once we've got you right way up that is, but it'll all work that much quicker this way!

"Now just to stop your attention wandering, we've slipped a little vibrator in that sopping wet little fanny of yours. Sarah was impressed, very impressed, says she's never felt someone so wet and willing! In fact I think she wants to see you later!" If it were at all possible she felt Vicki move even closer, "I think you've pulled there girl!" She whispered and the laughter in her voice was unmistakeable,

Ally wanted to laugh too but she didn't know what sort of effect that would have on everything that was going on inside of her right then.

"I'm opening the valve on the bag now. You should feel it start to fill you up almost straight away, oh, we're using warm soapy water this time, just a couple of pints... and now I'm switching on the vibrator it's called Rampant Robert, by the way, so have a nice time with Bob and I'll see you when you come round, byeee!"

The bitch!

The utter bitch!

And already the warm soapy water was, or so it appeared, cascading into her insides filling her full of fluid with only one ultimate outcome.

Meanwhile in the pussy department Rampart Robert was certainly living up to his name. And what was more it/ he seemed to be rising and falling inside her just like the real thing. For a moment she wondered if she had made the right decision and then she felt the undeniable waves of pleasure that Robert was giving her combined with the sheer helplessness of her bondage and the uniqueness of her predicament.

Suspended upside down with a pussy full of excruciatingly vibrating dildo and an arsehole full of enema unable to move a muscle, unable to speak or see and LOVING EVERY MILLISECOND!

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"I never want to go to the toilet again!"

"Oh Allison DO shut up! You haven't stopped moaning since I took you off the chair. I'm beginning to wish I'd left the gag in now."

"Where are we going anyway? My feet are cold, my whole body's cold! It's not normal to walk around naked ALL the time, my parents told me that when I was 5 and wanted to be an aborigine!"

"It's not much further now."

"Well I certainly hope not, there's a draught blowing right up my…"

Vicki turned to Ally with a stern look and a pointing finger and then she realised that she couldn't see her anyway. She looked at the blindfolded and handcuffed girl, naked and newly shorn, wearing just a PVC collar and a chain leash and as bald as a billiard ball.

She couldn't help thinking how breathtakingly lovely she looked.

She felt for Ally, she really did and she had taken it all like an absolute trooper. True they had been a little worried after the enema/orgasm but she had flaked out from sheer tiredness. One at a time would have been exhausting enough but together and combined with everything she had experienced so far today already, including the red wine enema, it had all been just a little too much

They finally reached the main studio at the end of the long and draughty corridor that she had been complaining about.

"And I don't know why The Bishop covered that mirror up on the top of the chair. He said he'd put it there especially…er, hello?"

Vicki sighed audibly. She opened the door and gave Ally a little shove to help her in. She couldn't have realised it but the room was dark, the leash prevented her from straying very far.

"Vicki?" The big room echoed with the sound of Ally's voice and Vicki realised that she would soon become disorientated. She dropped the shoes she had been carrying on to the floor just in front of her and then slipped something over her shoulders,

"Now just hold still," She put an arm around the naked girl, "Now put your right foot up and now down, that's good! Now the other foot and just stay there for a second."

Ally felt the blindfold being unbuckled and then, for the first time in over two hours, she could see. She blinked a few times but the light that came on suddenly was dim and behind her. There was a feeling of space and then she refocused and saw the mirror in front of her and looked…and looked.

"Oh! Oh fffff…"

She could see Vicki behind her. An odd looking mirror image Vicki who was putting her arms around her. She kissed the back of her neck.

"It's all right Ally, you look lovely."

Ally was stunned.

"You've made me up!"

"Well, I didn't, a couple of Liz's Make Up Artists did."

She looked at herself and almost did a twirl. She was still naked but Vicki had slipped a light blue satin half cape over her shoulders that fastened with a small chain around her neck and emphasised her bare and slightly up tilted breasts. She had also had her step into shiny blue mules with four-inch heels.

What she saw was definitely not what she had been expecting. She looked older, mature, even wiser, somehow. She looked elegant and poised in her cape and heels AND SHE WAS ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY HAIRLESS.

No hair existed anywhere on her body any more, not even on her head. She didn't look like Allison Pearson now; she looked like a strange exotic creature that had lived a completely different life.

An alien.

The make up girls had done a marvellous job considering the time they had had. They had heightened her cheekbones, dramatically darkened her eyelids, pencilled in thick expressive eyebrows and powdered her whole face and head to give it a uniform matt and slightly surreal look.

Ally stifled a gasp,

"I look like that woman in Star Trek! You know, the film …"

"Persis Khambatta*. She was Miss India 1965, she played Lieutenant Ilea, a Deltan navigator who had to take a vow of celibacy..."

Ally looked at her wryly,

"No chance of that around here!" And what she thought of as her new face broadened into a grin, "Well, after the last couple of hours I'm not likely to have any trouble with the Klingons am I?"

And then she started to cry.

TO BE CONTINUED

* Persis Khambatta died in 1998 following a massive heart attack. She was 49.

© 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.