The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

*

Liz virtually snatched the heavy rubber whip from Sarah's hand. The Bishop was studying her and stroking his beard gently, whilst Lady Heather stood as close to the cross as she possibly could.

Linda stared straight ahead as Liz took up position directly behind her. Sarah stood watching to the left of the cross, her face a blank mask. Still wearing her long leather coat, open so that it flapped around her and with the collar turned up as if it were raining, Liz steadied the whip and without warning bought it crashing down with a thud on Linda's back.

Unprepared, she coughed slightly through the gag and moved against the smooth polished wood to re-establish her position.

Liz stepped back a pace or two and turned to Sarah.

"It's a heavy one this!" And, again without warning, landed a stroke, this time across Linda's shoulders.

Sarah couldn't be sure but she thought she heard Linda gasp. Unconcerned Liz turned to her and said,

"You see, I'm the injured party in this, Sarah," And she flicked the whip once and crashed it against the cheek of Linda's left buttock, "not you!" Flicking it again she cracked her on the right cheek. There was a silence that was broken only by Linda drawing a sharp breath.

Almost insouciantly, Liz walked away from Sarah and moved round to the front of the cross, seemingly unaware that The Bishop was watching her every movement. She stopped in front of Linda so that she could look at her properly.

" the trouble is," She said quietly, "that this is all very well but if I want to really get my pound of flesh, as it were, then I need to see your face!" She turned to Lady Heather who was still standing by the cross. "I'd like her turned round please, so that she faces me, so that I can…"

Sarah was beginning to look TENSe.

"So that you can what?"

Liz looked at her for a moment and memories of what had happened earlier in the day came flooding back. When Linda and Sarah had put the belt on her in the first place, when…

Liz smiled; glad to have the upper hand at last.

"So that I can get my own back." She said sweetly.

*

Liz studied Linda as she was being moved and there was no doubt that their eyes met at least once. The Bishop observed with his usual expression of quiet amusement whilst Lady Heather busied herself with turning Linda round and securing her to the cross again, but this time with her back to it.

"Hmm." Liz walked forward and touched Linda's flat tummy," Not bad for your age!" She said, looking directly into her eyes and both The Bishop and Lady Heather, who were watching them intently, got the impression that there was a whole unspoken conversation going on between them.

Finally Liz looked away and turned to Sarah.

"I don't know about you but I can't see the point of her wearing those undies, can you? I mean they're only going to get ripped by the whip later, aren't they?" And before Sarah could say anything, Liz had strode forward with the whip trailing in one hand whilst she raised the other and with a single jerk ripped Linda's bra away from her body.

Linda did not move but her eyes were now in constant contact with Liz's.

"Mmm, I'm not really one for that sort of thing but I CAN appreciate another woman's body. You've got nice tits Linda, pity they're going to be sore for a couple of days!"

She had misdirected her little audience by talking to Linda and before she had even finished, the whip came down with a swish and a thud on Linda's vulnerable left breast and before anyone could do anything about it, Liz had made a half turn and slapped the whip hard against her equally defenceless right.

She stepped a pace back and looked at Sarah

"And we won't be needing these any more, either!"

Her hand flashed forward once again and grasped the waistband of Linda's expensive designer panties and with an audible ripping sound, literally tore them from her body. She looked at them and for a moment appeared to be about to sniff them but then she let them drop harmlessly to the floor

The first thing she noticed was the short patch of carefully trimmed pubic hair directly above Linda's lower lips. Then she stepped back one more and admired her body, naked apart from her Jimmy Choo sandals, at a distance.

"Nice tan! Sun bed or The Canaries?" It was difficult to look in control and unconcerned whilst standing naked with your hands strapped high above your head and your legs spread wide but somehow Linda managed it. And she now had Liz fixed in a laser like stare.

She knew the ropes. She'd seen this. She'd done it. She'd literally got the tee shirt. An "I Whipped Holly Rose" tee shirt that the young bondage starlet had pressed on her after a fairly drunken evening in LA a year or two more ago than she cared to remember.

So she knew what was coming and she was braced for it when the whip smacked across her exposed tummy. She breathed quickly but already Liz was walking towards her, eyes heavily lidded like she was possessed, one hand by her side, the other swinging the whip. The heavy rubber whip that had already left a red mark or two across her skin.

She was standing in front of Linda again, swinging the whip back and forth, making it seem nowhere near as heavy as it actually was.

Then she leant forward and touched her on the cheek.

"You know, I always do research for my projects and for this one I managed to get hold of a couple of videos, they were German …or Austrian, can't remember now. Very heavy. A lot of whipping and a lot of needles in tits and labia and a fair bit of blood. But they gave me the general idea and there was this one thing that quite fascinated me. Now what was it called…?" she raised the whip as if to slash at Linda and then suddenly appeared to change her mind. Instead she began to twirl it against her skin so that the tails just brushed her tummy, her wrist constantly turning and turning the whip so that it was in almost continuous contact and therefore continually sensitizing the skin " …oh, I remember now! It's called windmilling and it's not really painful but after a while it becomes really irritating on that soft sensitive skin!"

The two women stared at each other for so long that it seemed as if their eyes were locked together. Finally Liz broke. She stopped the whipping, turned her back on Linda for a second, looked over at Sarah and said quietly,

"But like I said, it's not very painful." She appeared to be walking away. She appeared to be heading for the door, but she turned and she strode purposefully back toward the cross and then she suddenly and unexpectedly raised her voice and she raised it much higher and much louder than was absolutely necessary at the same time as staring at Linda again but this time with a face that was a mask of anger and resentment.

"AND IT'S NOWHERE NEAR AS PAINFUL AS BEING WHIPPED ON THE CUNT!" and she literally threw the whip between Linda's legs and saw her close her eyes and wince just slightly as the heavy rubber tails hit her flesh.

Now that Liz had the advantage, she moved in close and, using the whip underarm this time, began to beat rhythmically at Linda's crotch whilst speaking to her as if they were holding a perfectly normal conversation,

"How much of this can you take, do you think? I mean it's okay right now but what happens when I do it harder and faster?" as if to emphasise her words, the whip began to beat much more quickly against Linda's sensitive pubic area. The strands were falling on her labia and she had her eyes closed all the time, "And what happens if I miss from time to time. What happens," She raised her voice once again," IF I HIT YOUR SENSITIVE LITTLE CLIT?!!!!

there was a resounding slap and a thud and Linda opened her eyes and looked down. The whip had landed at The Bishop's feet and Liz was picking herself up from the floor whilst Sarah stood protectively between her and Linda while at the same time cradling her right hand, the one with the grazed and bleeding knuckles, in her undamaged left.

*

The glass roof of the studio meant that it soon became flooded with natural light once dawn had broken. Ally awoke to find herself nestling in the cool and surprisingly unsticky embrace of inflatable plastic and also that of Vicki Chaudhari. They were both more or less naked.

She was surprised to find that her cape and mules had been removed but not so surprised that her hands were still cuffed behind her. Either Vicki had taken her blindfold off during the night or it had fallen off because she could see her now, cuddled up close, arms around her, her soft warm breasts against hers, wearing just those black, hold up stockings.

Ally really felt for her just then. Curled up with her with a cute little grin on her face. She wanted to do something for her, she wanted to give her back some of the love and affection that she had shown her, but her arms were pinioned behind her back.

There was one positive however and that was that, surprisingly, she wasn't gagged and she wondered for a brief and very fleeting moment how this could be an advantage to her and then, like some large form of earthworm, she began to burrow downwards as carefully as she could in order not to wake Vicki, aiming for just one important little spot.

*

Corridors, they say in business, are better places to meet people and have meaningful discussions in, than offices. Liz was about to appreciate the truth of this as she turned a corner in a draughty white corridor and nearly bumped into Phil Bishop going in the opposite direction.

He looked at her gravely,

"It's nearly five! Shouldn't you be getting some kip?"

Liz did her best to smile.

"Mmm. I'm going to in a minute but we've got a late start anyway," She looked at him anxiously, "we have, haven't we?"

He nodded

"We're not due at Leathers until three o'clock Saturday morning, so we needn't get cracking until about noon. It'll take that long to get Ally ready anyway. The Box is ready to go, it just needs one or two adjustments once Ally is attached, as it were."

"Yeah, well that's what I thought," Liz pursed her lips, "the crew have all gone back to Edgware Road but I'll probably stay here, it won't be the first time I've slept in the car and it probably won't be the last either!"

The Bishop studied her for a few seconds. A few seconds that made her feel almost uncomfortable. Then he smiled.

"I don't suppose anyone else is going to thank you for what you did earlier but I do." He held out his hand and Liz hesitated for a second and then grasped it firmly with a warm smile on her face.

"I thought you HAD noticed. My acting isn't very good I'm afraid!"

He smiled now,

"It was good enough, I've seen worse in the soaps and you sorted out a very tricky situation. That bit of whipping practice I gave you the other day seems to have come in fairly useful!"

"It was true what I said earlier on, I DO try to research my projects!" She looked down at her boots. "Are they speaking?"

His bright shining eyes met hers.

"There were hugs and tears, Linda's hugs, Sarah's tears, after you left and they're sitting in one of the rest areas now, drinking that muck that passes for coffee, more or less fully clothed and talking, which can only be a good thing!" He put his head to one side, "Can I ask you a question?"

She nodded,

"Long as it's not about my sex life, I'm not too sure about that myself right now!"

He laughed

"No, nothing like that. I just overheard something Linda said and it made me wonder. Where did you go to school?"

Liz laughed,

"So the posh accent didn't fool her in the end, eh? I went to a secondary in Haggerston in Hackney, it's where my parents lived. They don't live there now. I moved them out to Kent, but that's where I come from originally. I was lucky. I was bright and I got to university and at that time every fucker in the world had a cockney accent so I changed mine. Not because I wanted to cover it up but because I needed to be different and it worked."

The Bishop looked at her again,

"So you and her probably lived…"

"About two miles apart at some point in our lives." She let this sink in for a moment, "Can I ask YOU one now?"

"Of course and I'm quite happy to tell you anything you want to know about my sex life, as long as you don't mind me lying horribly."

"No it's okay," And then she looked up at him as if stung, "Don't know though… you and Lady Heather…separate interviews… talking about the things you've done over the years, as a sort of follow up to this…" She left it hanging in the air.

Phil Bishop stroked his beard and said,

" You'd have to speak to her Ladyship on that but I think I'd be willing," He paused and his usual grin reappeared, "And your original question was…?"

Liz was dragged back into the present,

"Mmm, original question…I've got the impression that you're not coming straight back here after the night club. Now is that right?"

"Yees, it was a fairly late decision but it fitted in reasonably well with our plans, I didn't discuss it with you because I thought the gig at Leathers would be enough, but you're welcome to tag along if you want, might be quite interesting actually and it's in your old neck of the woods, Hackney. We've decided that Allison, the mobile sex slave and rubber slut will be making a house call!"

*

Vicki felt warm. Warm and comfortable all over. She had had a good night's sleep once she undressed and settled the exhausted Ally and she opened her eyes not quite knowing where she was and not expecting to feel what she was feeling.

She made no sudden moves but she angled her head to look down and saw, and definitely felt, another head working busily away between her pushed open thighs.

She reached down and stroked the baldpate.

"Hello, little slave girl," She whispered,"Can you just get that little tongue of yours a little over to the left?" The little slave girl obeyed. Reaching down and holding her head firmly in place Vicki Chaudhari made sure that the tongue stayed exactly where it was at that precise moment.

*

Wondering if the lack of sleep was confusing her sense of direction Liz turned into another corridor and ran, almost literally, into Lady Heather.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself! You know I was going to speak to Bish, there's a dominant streak in you somewhere and I wondered if you'd like to make a proper movie sometime?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"Best you're going to get! How's the face?"

Liz held her jaw for a second.

"Bit stiff but I've had knocks before."

"Yeah, Linda says you've bin abaht a bit!" The last few words were said in a mock English accent. Liz winced and held her jaw again.

"Oh that is dreadful! Did she say anything else?"

"Only that she'd like to see you when she gets a chance. She's grateful you know."

"Did ANYONE believe me?"

"Sarah did and she's the one that counts. If you're going to do it again I'd try to be a bit less like Arnold Schwarzenegger and a bit more like Liz Fisher if I were you. I like Arnie but I wouldn't vote for him and when you went to walk out that door I was expecting you to say "I'll be back" at any minute."

Liz looked down at the floor

"And I thought I was pretty good!"

Lady Heather stepped forward and hugged her.

"Liz, you were great! You stopped World War Three, which was the main thing, The Bishop loves you to death and if you ever come to LA, I'll show you what whipping's REALLY all about!"

Liz smiled and looked up at Lady Heather,

"I think I'll take a rain check on that Heather." She said quietly.

"Or maybe I won't " She thought to herself as she walked away.

*

"What is this SHIT?"

Vicki had provided Ally with a tee shirt and briefs to cover her nakedness. And she was sitting now in the main studio, perched on a high stool with her bare feet on the lowest rung, with The Box to one side of her and countless pieces of equipment behind her, whilst members of the film crew bustled about and generally looked busy and Sarah tried to feed her the contents of a plastic sachet.

"Now, come on Ally, you must eat!"

Ally looked up at her. She had opted for a plain white coat today. Her legs were bare and she wore sandals similar to those Linda had worn the previous day.

"But Sarah, it looks like crap, it smells like crap and I'd say there's a fairly good chance that…"

Sarah was on her knees and pointing a finger at her.

"Now listen young lady, because I will not explain this again, you have to eat but we don't want you on solids until tomorrow for fairly obvious reasons, so this is the next best thing and if it's good enough for astronauts then it's good enough for you…."

Lady Heather strolled past wearing a light summer dress because, despite the time of year, it was very warm in the studio. She dropped to her knees next to Sarah and put her hand on the side of Ally's head.

"Capisce?" she asked simply

Ally sighed,

"And what happens if I don't "capisce"?"

"Then we force feed you, and you won't like that one little bit!" it was a new voice and Ally looked up into the smiling face of Vicki Chaudhari who, like Sarah, was wearing a white coat and high heeled sandals. "Now what do you think?" She turned to Sarah, "Should we put her on an IV, or should we strap her to the bed in the First Aid Bay, blindfold her, use a stomach tube mounted in a gag and feed her porridge through a big bag?" She put her head to one side, appearing to think for a moment, "Or how about nasal tubes straight into the stomach, that's really torturous?"

Ally looked at her for a few moments and then put the sachet to her lips and began to suck gently.

*

Already the sun was going down and shadows were starting to form outside. Ally was naked again but now she was mounted on a padded bench with stocks at the front and back.

She was lying on her stomach, quite comfortably and her head and wrists were held in the stocks at the front of the device. her legs were held apart and on the floor by a similar pair of stocks at the bottom that kept her legs at a ninety degree angle to her prone body.

In this particular piece of apparatus they had, once again, access to all the areas they needed whilst the various devices that she would be carrying were fitted.

Vicki knelt down in front of her and stroked her cheek.

"Now Ally, it's make your mind up time. Are you going to be a good girl or are you going to be a pain in the arse? If you're good you can talk. if you're a pain in the arse, then I'm going to gag you!"

Ally considered this for a moment and realised that she was in a very vulnerable position. She also realised that Vicki's white coat had a couple of buttons open and that, as usual, she wasn't wearing any panties. She thought long and hard before replying.

"Does telling you that I can see your pussy mean I'm being a pain in the arse?"

And as Vicki reached into her pocket so Allison opened her mouth to accept the ball gag.

*

Sarah knelt in front of her holding something that looked fairly formidable.

"Okay Ally, now this is going to make you uncomfortable at first but it should make you more comfortable in the long run. You ought to be able to guess what it is."

Unable to speak because of the ball gag, Ally could only nod her head a little reluctantly. Sarah was holding an item that appeared to be made from polished stainless steel with a plastic tube at one end and a balloon in the middle of that plastic tube. From the other end an array of wires and tubes sprouted.

The stainless steel cylinder was quite big and it was also vaguely penis shaped. She had a fairly good idea where it was going to go and what it was going to do, but she raised a painted on eyebrow encouraging Sarah to explain. Which she did, much to Ally's embarrassment.

"All right Allison you asked for this. This, in case you hadn't guessed, is a state of the art, made to measure, multi speed, multi functional, combination vibrator and catheter.

"Inside The Box there will be a reservoir. It's long and flat and sits in the bottom under the air bags that will cushion you, it's mounted just forward of the venting system and it's charcoal filtered so there will be no smell.

"You're going to be in there for quite some time and you're not exactly going to be able to pop out for toilet breaks, so the best way to deal with that is to catheterize you. Now no one likes catheters, least of all me but if you HAVE to have one then I would say this would be ideal. It'll make you forget all about the tube and the balloon holding it inside you because you'll have something much bigger to keep you occupied."

She held the vibrator even closer to Ally's nose

"You can't see it now but in use it telescopes and the forward half can twist and turn…" Ally's eyes looked close to bulging, "Yes Ally!" She smiled, "This will be doing a conga in your pussy while you're locked up in The Box and we can control it from the van OR we can shove it on remote and let it vibrate away at random intervals. I should point out, however," And here she grinned hugely, " that The Bishop has designed what he thinks is the world's first SMART vibrator!" and she pointed to the little stainless steel monster.

"In here is a chip which collects information from your monitors. Once the monitors are in place and the system is switched on, we can activate the vibrator and it will immediately start to gather information about you.

"It will read your blood pressure and pulse, it will measure your oxygen intake and it will decide when you need to be excited and when you need to be calm. If it detects that you are resting it is programmed to switch on and IT will then decide from your levels and from data fed into it by The Bishop just how, excuse my French, fucking mad to drive you and it will, Ally, believe me! We did a test run and I was the guinea pig. they tied me to a chair and I HAD to be gagged because once it got to know me it had me almost permanently trying to scream the bloody house down from sheer pleasure!" She paused for a moment and put her hand to her charge's forehead. " Ally, did you know you were sweating? It must be warm very in here!"

*

Vicki stood behind her and smacked her gently on the bottom.

"Is it in?" She asked Sarah.

Sarah stood up and smiled and then she moved to the front of the bench so that Ally could see her.

"How does it feel?" Ally narrowed her eyes and nodded, suggesting that there was a little discomfort. "Mmm. Well that should pass." She was holding a remote control in her hand, "Now Ally, I think we're going to have to take the gag out because we need to know how it feels, don't you agree Vicki?"

Doctor Chaudhari nodded her head.

"Yes. We'll really need you to be able to talk when we insert the anal vibrator and site the TENS pads and it would be better all round if we did this with a little guidance." She knelt down and kissed Ally's cheek, "Are you going to be good?" Ally nodded vigorously and Vicki began to unbuckle the gag.

*

"Okay, now I've coated the catheter with antibiotic cream because introducing foreign bodies into sensitive areas is the quickest damn way to pick up an infection that I know of but it's gong to be in for less than twenty four hours, so we should be all right. How does it feel Ally?"

Ally nodded.

"Yeah, there was a burning sensation at first but it seems okay now. Feels a bit strange and I don't know how I'm going to walk with it in but otherwise…"

"Good!" Sarah looked at Vicki, "Now I've put plenty of lubricant on the vibrator and it's fitted nicely. Very nicely and snugly and I'm just going to use this," she indicated the remote control, "to inflate the balloon on the catheter and stop it coming out," she put her mouth closer to Vicki's ear, "I was also going to give the vibrator a test run or would you like to do the honours?"

Vicki smiled broadly.

"Be my guest!"

*

Trevor the cameraman had been filming the whole proceedings discretely and from behind Ally as much as possible, but when she started to scream he had to zoom in on her face.

*

"Is that any better?"

Ally struggled to get her breath back.

"Yeah, yeah. Jeez that is one powerful bastard! Who's gonna be controlling that thing?" She nodded at the remote control.

The noise had attracted The Bishop and Linda. The Bishop squatted down on his haunches and smiled at her

"Well, I am at first, whilst it's "learning" but I don't see why everybody shouldn't have a go at controlling our little slave," Ally took this information in her stride but deep down inside she wasn't sure how she felt. She wasn't sure whether she should be excited or wary. Excited about being a mere plaything of all the others and being helpless to do anything about it or wary of exactly what some of them might do with it.

The Bishop was stroking his beard now,

"I have to warn you, Ally, that there will be a clone of this going in The Box with you. It will be attached to the umbilical cord that will tether you to The Box until you arrive at your last port of call. At that point I will be able to detach you remotely from the main umbilical and leave the clone box in place, you will then come under the control of a friend of Linda's who I think you've met."

Ally, still held firmly in place in the stocks, looked suspiciously at Linda.

"This is the house call you were telling me about?"

Linda nodded

"To a friend of yours?"

Linda nodded again.

"Sheila, the one who's madder than a bunch of March Hares on acid?"

Linda nodded yet again and did her best to suppress a grin.

"And you're going to let her have that control box and let her have control of me?" Ally shivered as Linda nodded once more. Then she looked up at Linda with a mild expression on her face, "Actually," she said sincerely, "I think she's quite nice really!"

*

It was now nearly eight thirty and most of Ally's preparations were complete.

She had remained in position in the stocks whilst Sarah and Vicki, under the watchful eye of Trevor's camera had snapped on rubber gloves once more and Sarah had begun to lubricate a relatively small but still quite worrying stainless steel anal vibrator whilst Vicki had approached her ominously bearing a large tub of lubricant.

"Do you need to pee yet?" Sarah had asked quite reasonably

"No I don't! And will you please stop asking because the more you ask the more I'm likely to want to go!"

"Well you can't until we've plugged you into The Box." Sarah replied a trifle huffily

"Well what was the bloody point in asking me then? Ow! That stuff's bloody cold and I wish you'd tell me when you're going to stick your fingers up my arse!"

It was at that point that they decided that Ally should be gagged once more.

After that things were relatively peaceful. Vicki lubricated Allison a little more than was absolutely necessary and at one point Sarah had to gently touch her arm and ask,

"Are you lubricating her or finger fucking her arse because I'm sure Trevor the cameraman would love to know!"

Finally Ally stood, a little self consciously, next to the coal black Box wearing a hospital gown and shower sandals and carrying, in her left hand, the long umbilical cord that would soon be plugged into The Box itself.

They had ungagged her and after helping her off of the bench Sarah had handed her the umbilical.

"And you want me to carry this around with me?" she asked as she straightened up and felt what the two plugs inserted into her anus and vagina respectively would do to her when she walked.

"Well it'll look a bit silly if one of us carries it won't it?" Chuckled Sarah, " I mean, you're not getting married are you?" And Ally had given her a look and stalked off as best she could with both of her holes filled and headed towards the array of equipment near to which The Bishop was standing, with Vicki and Sarah flanking her and doing their best to keep up.

*

Ally had never been to a military briefing but she had a feeling that this was a lot like one. In the centre was The Bishop with a Nobo board and an array of felt tipped pens.

In pride of place at the front sat Ally in a specially padded chair with a hole in the seat, which not only took pressure off the devices inside her but also allowed the umbilical to pass through and lie harmlessly on the floor. She had been threatened with the gag again when she had asked if this was what happened when people developed piles but otherwise she had been quiet and attentive.

To her left were Vicki and Sarah and to her right were Lady Heather and Linda. Liz was sitting behind them with several of her assistants and Trevor was filming them as always.

The Bishop coughed and then began.

"I'm going to try to keep this as brief as possible but we all need to know what's going on and this is the time when Ally can ask us any nagging questions because

SHE needs to know, above everybody else, exactly what is going on and exactly what is going to happen later.

"Now in a few minutes Ally, we are going to fit your monitors. The things that Sarah and Vicki will use to make sure that you are okay. I think that you are aware that inside The Box there are four cameras that will be monitoring you all the time you are in there and that we will be able to watch you from inside the OB, sorry, jargon, the Outside Broadcast vehicle that Liz's company have provided.

"Niles will drive the vehicle in which we will deliver you to the nightclub where the performance will take place and you will be constantly monitored. Your heart rate, your blood pressure, the oxygen and carbon dioxide levels inside The Box even. You will have a panic button just like you've had before and you will have a throat mike through which you can give us the safe sound if you need to.

"Once all the monitors have been fitted we can start to prepare you. Vicki and Sarah will supervise the liquid latex whilst Lady Heather gets your helmets ready. You will be wearing a very fine wire which will pick up everything that is said within a two metre radius of you. that should just about be enough not to pick up extraneous noise but should relay exactly what people near to you are saying. He held up a tiny device with a length of wire attached.

"This is state of the art. The CIA and the FBI use these and they are very, very powerful and we will be able to hear everything. Absolutley everything! We can tune in what we want to hear and tune out what we don't

"Now you won't know what is going on around you Ally, because your ears are going to be plugged, but there will be tiny speakers in those plugs and we may decide to patch what is being said through to you or we may decide to talk to you directly.

" For reasons that will become apparent later, it might be quite interesting if you were able to respond to certain basic instructions, but at the moment you are OUR rubber slave and so for the time being you take your orders from us, but you must trust us Ally, this is as much an exercise in trust as it is anything else.

"We all have your best interests at heart, I think you know that by now, and it is in our best interests that this whole thing succeeds so you will be very much like the boy in the Rock Opera. You'll be the deaf dumb and blind kid and you may not be able to play a mean pinball but you never know what you might be able to do with the right sort of guidance!"

*

"Why do I think you've been avoiding me?"

"Probably because I have!"

They were in a corner of the big white studio where Ally was being prepped, Liz was hurrying somewhere with a plastic cup of machine coffee in her hand when Linda had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere

She looked at Liz quizzically.

"Embarrassed?"

"Don't know what I am, in a lot of senses, right now!"

Linda touched her on the arm.

"Thanks for what you did."

Liz shrugged

"How do you feel?"

"Okay. A lot better than I would have done if you hadn't been pulling your strokes."

"You knew?"

"I've worked with experts and I've worked with beginners, people who were afraid to hit me, you weren't afraid, especially…"

Liz rubbed the back of her neck.

"Especially when I was whipping your cunt!" And she shook her head sadly, "Oh yeah, I know all about that! I know all about how much I enjoyed it and how ashamed of myself I am this morning." Her face turned suddenly grim. "You don't know… you just don't know! And I don't know if I'm gay, or if I'm straight, or if I'm some sort of closet sadist, or masochist, and I'm going now before I start to cry."

Linda watched her until she had left the studio wondering whose dilemma was the worst and then she turned around and walked over to a small cordoned off part of the studio.

*

As time went on Ally got the feeling that this briefing was almost exclusively for her benefit and she felt quite proud and also quite grateful to The Bishop because he had explained it all to her before and he was now taking the trouble to go over it again to see if she had any problems and to make sure that it was all clear in her mind.

Given the nature of the project he could simply have accepted her agreement and thrown her in at the deep end as a slave, but this was not the way The Bishop worked, he respected the people he worked with and he protected both them and their safety scrupulously.

"Now Ally, when we unload you at Leathers you are going to be part of a sort of cabaret, which we will have to endure and which you, tucked up in your box will be blissfully unaware of.!

"We're going to sneak you in through the tradesman's entrance, no pun intended, and you, or rather, The Box, will then be taken downstairs in the lift and manoeuvred UNDER the stage from whence The Box and yourself will appear and I apologise for this, in the middle of a dance routine which apparently is performed by a dozen female dancers in various types of fetish clothing, in fact, I think two of them are wearing nothing but their piercings and high heels but I'll have to find out about that." He paused and a voice from the front row quite clearly said,

"You damn well won't if you know what's good for you!" He gave Lady Heather a look and continued.

"You Ally, are going to pop up via the trap door with some fairly spectacular lighting and smoke effects. I've also installed some smoke making equipment in The Box itself. Don't worry, it's all fairly small and there's still room for you, so that you will appear, not only shrouded in mystery, but shrouded in smoke as well before you appear live as Allison, The Rubber Slut and Slave before an audience of more than five hundred people!

"Now once The Box is on stage Linda and my Good Lady wife will appear out of the smoke, Linda probably in her leather gear and Heather in God knows what because she won't tell me and from then on it will be almost like a magic act, albeit a very fetishy one but of course, it'll all be done by electronics and trickery, just like all magic acts.

"Our two magicians will conjure our automaton, our Rubber Slave, out of The Box and having established that she is totally under their control will then get her, or rather YOU, Ally, to do simple tasks like walk around the stage and so on, and the climax, will be exactly that!" He looked at her with a gentle smile, Sorry,but this IS a fetish club and your two tormentors will demonstrate their absolute control over you by bringing you to a jaw dropping, fist clenching orgasm right there in front of the assembled multitude. Think you can handle that?" For a few moments the newly bald headed girl looked more than a little nonplussed but she recovered and nodded her head slowly and with a widening grin, " Remember, they won't be able to see your face, they won't have a clue who you are and you definitely won't be able to speak so no one will recognise your voice. You'll be completely anonymous."

The Bishop paused and touched the side of his nose with his index finger,

" I should say at this point that you won't be able to speak normally because as you know you will be very soundly gagged, however, you WILL have an artificial voice, which we may or may not use depending basically on how it trials, it's linked to a keyboard in the OB and we should be able to make our Rubber Slut talk, electronically, but I want to see how it works before I commit myself! Are there any other questions before we finish turning Allison into our little Rubber Slave?"

*

"Ally this is Maxie, she's going to be painting you!"

It took Ally a few moments to recover. She had assumed that Vicki and Sarah would be dealing with that. She looked at the slim woman with the shoulder length red hair and the half moon glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and wondered what was going on.

Maxie held out a hand.

"Hello Allison I've heard a lot about you and some of it was very good!" She gave hera huge smile and gripped her reciprocating hand very tightly. She had an air about her, a slightly eccentric air, but one that was extremely engaging. She was relatively young, possibly in her late thirties or early forties and there was something vaguely otherworldly about her.

She was wearing a black tee shirt, dungarees and flip-flops, her hair was unruly and her face freckled. She let go of Ally's hand and put an arm around her.

"My real name is Maxine Thornton-Evans and for that reason and for that reason alone, I prefer to be called Maxie, oh and people tell me I'm a bit overwhelming at first and if I seem like that, just shout at me and it'll bring me back to earth!"

Studying her closely, Ally could see that Maxie was a very attractive woman but she appeared to be one of those people who didn't really care about looks, at least not her own. She looked at Ally with an impish grin on her face.

"Now come along Allison, don't be shy, let the dog the see the rabbit!"

For a moment Ally was about look around her for one or other of these animals when a dig and a gesture from Vicki told her that Maxie wanted to see her naked.

*

"Mmm, well I'm sure people have told you hundreds of times before Allison, that you have beautiful breasts but I shall add my vote to that and it will be an absolute pleasure to paint them!" Ally drew a sharp breath. She was still wearing a brief pair of shorts and the shower sandals but otherwise she was naked. Her lack of hair seemed to make her more vulnerable than usual and she blushed.

Maxine was walking towards her. When she was no more than a few inches away she dropped to her knees so that she could study her better. It was at that point, much to Ally's later chagrin, that Vicki stepped forward and whispered something in Maxine's ear. She thought for a moment and then said,

"That's an absolutely marvellous idea and it would be a splendid way to study her – thank you Vicki." Then she turned to Ally, "Allison my dear, you would make an excellent subject for a painting and Vicki here has just suggested a way that we can properly hang you, since it seems," and here she indicated the umbilical that Ally had, in a slightly cavalier moment, slung over her shoulder, "that you've already been mounted!"

*

"Lovely firm thighs. I'd like to make a mould of your entire body sometime… whilst you're still hairless would be good. I LIKE the moulding process. It can be very… bondagey… you're naked of course and you have to stay very still whilst we pour the liquid over you and if we're doing a full body cast, then you have to your eyes protected with a blindfold and your mouth covered with what you would construe as a gag, although it's really there to help you breathe!" Maxie looked thoughtful for a moment, "And, of course, we have to plug your nose and ears as well and once you're covered, you can't move a muscle until it sets and we decide to take you out! " Ally would have replied but the situation had deteriorated to the point where it had been necessary to gag her again and, as the only things available at the time were Sarah's panties, and a roll of gaffer tape, they had had to suffice.

It was evident that Maxie's constant but innocent stroking of her now nude body was having some considerable effect on her but, probably fortunately, she was unable to voice her feelings.

*

They had led her over to the part of the studio that had been cordoned off and where now stood a temporary structure made basically from plain white sheeting. To enter they simply had to pull back one of the sheets.

Alley looked confused when she went in. The canvas sheet was covered on the inside by clear plastic. The place had the look and feel of a kind of makeshift tent but what concerned her were four fetters, that was the only word for them, two hanging from blue plastic chains, somewhere above them and two set in ringbolts and also attached to blue chains mounted in the floor.

Her entourage now consisted of Vicki and Sarah in front, Maxie walking next to her chatting amiably about how her "attachments" must feel and Lady Heather and Linda behind who simply wanted to watch. Trevor the cameraman was off to their left but as he was now a permanent fixture they had actually reached the point where they very seldom noticed him.

Ally looked first at Vicki and then at Sarah,

"Well?" She asked "What's going on?"

"You are!" Said Vicki with a grin and she pointed to the fetters, "On them!"

*

The concept, they had explained to the bewildered Ally was simple. She needed to be painted and they needed her to keep still. They also needed access to every part of her body and the easiest way to do this was to hang her naked from the chains and before she could fight or even had a chance to think, four pairs of hands were grabbing hold of her and half carrying half dragging the hapless, bald and nearly naked girl over to the chains.

Linda and Heather had her arms and being the tallest, were easily able to attach the sturdy leather straps with buckles to her wrists whilst Sarah and Vicki dealt with her kicking legs.

"Let me go you bastards! The Bishop never mentioned this!"

"Now calm down Ally, this is the easiest way to do it… oof!" And Sarah collapsed to the floor doubled up by the kick that Ally had just unwittingly delivered to her stomach.

By now her arms and one bare ankle were secured to the chains and she was hanging in a somewhat Herculean fashion from the centre of the tent arms high above her, one leg slightly spread while the other tried to balance on the floor.

She had felt her bare foot impacting on soft flesh and she looked down now to see Sarah rising unsteadily with a dark look on her face.

There were a variety of expressions on the faces of the little group, who stood in the quasi tent area, but most of them were expectant in some way and Sarah was in no mood to disappoint them.

"Now I've warned you before about those feet Ally." She had one hand on her midriff as she turned to Vicki, "Would you do her other ankle please Vicki, only there's something I have to do!" Vicki threw a slightly wary glance at Sarah but she trusted her and eventually she nodded.

Ally was feeling more than a little vulnerable. This was the first time she had ever been spread-eagled standing up.

"Sarah I didn't mean it. It was an accident. I mean…" And she broke off as she saw that even now Sarah was slipping a hand underneath her white coat and was pulling at something. "Jeez Sarah, hope you ain't been getting excited…" but it was the last thing she said before Sarah stuffed her dainty mesh and lace thong, that was undeniably moist from her damp crotch, into Ally's wide open mouth.

*

There had been a roll of gaffer tape lying around on the floor and Sarah had used nearly a dozen turns of the sticky material to keep the panties firmly in place inside Ally's mouth.

Satisfied she turned to Maxie and said.

"You can do whatever you like with her now… I don't think you'll get any complaints!" And then everybody had left to allow Maxie time to familiarise herself with her subject.

She walked round and round the bald, gagged and spread-eagled girl, appraising her, touching her skin, admiring her tan and she seemed particularly pleased with the eagle tattoo that was etched on to her back.

At last she stopped and faced her.

"Now, believe it or not Allison, I don't spend very much time with tied up and gagged women but I do find them fascinating and I've produced a couple of airbrushed canvases, purely from imagination you understand, but I'd really like to work with a live subject." All the time she had been speaking she had been gently stroking her hand along Ally's left side and Allison looked at her pleadingly.

Maxie laughed.

"Do you know Allison, I used to have a kitten that looked at me like that when she wanted feeding and you know full well that I can't remove your gag, if that's what you want," Ally nodded strenuously, "but I don't think you're in any pain and the more I do this," She shifted the position of her hand and began to stroke Ally's tummy, "Then the more you seem to relax," Ally knew she was snookered and she shrugged her shoulders and gave a little snort of defeat through her gag.

Maxie smiled again.

"Mmm, excellent. Now I think we'll just take off these shorts. I'll be quite interested to see what's under here!" Ally wanted to tell her that it was something that she probably saw every day but Maxie's hands were very soft and gentle and she was starting to worry that she might already be turning into Allison the Rubber Slut when she felt the hands sliding around her tummy and gripping the waist band of her shorts.

*

"Well ladies, I think Allison and I have come to an agreement of sorts. Of course it's very difficult to negotiate when your subject is bound and gagged but also, I have to say, very enjoyable! Now I understand that there are some final adjustments that you have to make and while you're doing them I shall preparing my equipment." And Maxie marched off to a place behind The Box where a pair of holdalls had been stashed.

Sarah had been having second thoughts.

"Do you think we were right to leave those two alone?"

Vicki grinned.

"I know Maxie pretty well and I've never known her sleep with a man …or a woman for that matter. She's asexual. I think she reproduces by budding and besides…

...at the moment Ally doesn't care who it is, as long as they warm their hands first!" Sarah smiled, albeit weakly. Vicki looked suddenly thoughtful, "But I hope we don't turn her into a real life slut!"

*

Linda and Lady Heather were back in the tent rubbing the circulation into Ally's outstretched arms.

"Think we should let her down for five minutes?"

Linda studied her look-alike and then noticed Ally nodding her head energetically.

"Okay!" And then she turned to the naked girl, "Now we're gonna leave your legs chained and I'm not gonna take out the gag but it's not because I'm mad at you for kicking Sarah but," And here she fluttered her palm, " me and her ain't exactly bosom buddies right now and if I do, she'll take it the wrong way, so rest your arms a bit but leave the bloody thing alone, alright?" Ally nodded gratefully and both women began to unbuckle the straps around her wrists.

"So HOW are you and Sarah?" asked Lady Heather.

Linda pulled a face.

"She's pissed off! Really, seriously, pissed off. Never seen her like this before. Doesn't even want to stay tonight…" Lady Heather saw the tear run down Linda's cheek, forgot all about Ally and put her arms around the woman who was as tall as she was.

"Hey, hey! Come on Honey, a few days away from each other might be what you need, you know, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that crap!"

Still hanging from her bonds and still gagged Ally thought about making them aware of her presence but sensing that now was maybe not the right time, she thought better of it and simply hung there and began to close down her mental functions as she would when she needed to meditate inside The Box.

*

"OW! Oh shit, those panties taste like…"
Sarah was tapping her foot beside her, but Vicki, sensing that Sarah was not to be trifled with right now, stepped in.

"Ally I'm going to put this mask over your face." She held it up for her to see. It looked to all intents and purposes like the sort of mask that welders use. It covered the whole face and was hinged so that it could be raised or lowered. The one difference was that instead of being clear, the part that went over the face was black. Coal black and shiny.

Ally; who had been raised from her meditation to have the gag removed, was not entirely happy.

"Look guys, I know this is about slavery and all that but I'd like to know what's going on…"

Lady Heather took pity on her.

"Ally, we're nearly ready to put you in The Box but we have to do a couple of things here and now. First we have to connect up the TENS unit to your anal vibrator because that has to start learning about you too!" Ally grimaced, "Then we have to put your rubber panties on to cover up your "nerve centre"," She couldn't stifle a laugh, "And when that's done we can spray you!"

Ally was aghast.

"Spray me!!!"

"That's right sweetie!" Said a voice from the back of the tent. Still chained, still naked, Ally looked up to see Maxie walking nonchalantly into the room with something strapped to her back and a dust mask round her neck.

*

A TENS unit (Transcutaneous Electric Nerve Stimulation) can be used for many good things including pain relief. It has a younger brother that is basically known as an Abs Belt, which can strengthen the abdominal muscles by sending minute electronic pulses into them.

They have been known to be prescribed by Doctors, but it was unlikely that the particular unit that was now being jacked into Ally's anal vibrator would ever have appeared on Vicki Chaudhari's prescription pad.

Faced with a soft pair of bare buttocks The Bishop did what he normally did and tried to pretend they weren't there.

"Now Ally," he warned as he bent down and gave into the urge to give them a sharp slap and watch them wobble deliciously, "If you have to break wind, then I would appreciate it if you could hang on!" Ally blushed but she was a lot happier now the whole thing had been explained even though her bottom was stinging slightly.

Phil Bishop had apologised profusely when he had heard the commotion and entered the tent but he soon calmed her down.

He had explained about the TENS unit and how that too would come on at random intervals, to keep her awake and with them, more than anything else. That she would be allowed meditation periods when all the stimulation equipment would be taken offline and that the quickest and simplest way to cover her with liquid latex would be to spray it on in a series of fine layers, building one after the other until she was, to all intents and purposes, wearing a black latex body suit that would dry very quickly and which could be literally peeled off later. The rubber panties that she was about to be fitted with would keep the latex away from her abdominal area and lower back and ensure that her skin could breath.

Even now Sarah and Vicki were fitting tiny, sticky, monitor pads to her back and chest and running a pair of tiny wires under her breasts for the surveillance equipment, whilst Linda fitted a very thin throat mike around her neck and The Bishop pressed no less than four sticky TENS pads, two on each buttock, onto her sensitive skin whilst Maxine stood a few feet away with the liquid latex canisters already strapped on her back and ready to move in as soon as she was given the all clear.

"Okay people, I think it's time for a test run. How are you doing Ally?"

Ally looked at him in shock. For some reason she hadn't expected this but it did look as if most of her equipment was now fitted. There was a an array of miniaturised control boxes for the vibrators, the TENS unit and the wire that had all been packed into a small belt that The Bishop was strapping just above her hips and that was thin enough and compact enough not to show through her latex pants.

"There you go Ally!" The Bishop stood up proudly, "Your very own Utility Belt!" He touched the side of his nose with his index finger, "I'm sure even Batman would be impressed!"

"Yeah, well he hasn't got anything stuck up his arse has he?" Replied Ally a trifle stiffly but she smiled a few seconds later.

"Right," said The Bishop a little brusquely, "Heather is just going to put your latex panties in place and then you'll be covered. When Maxie sprays you with the liquid latex it will seal the panties in place but keep the stuff off your belt and your sensitive bits," while he was speaking Linda and Heather were easing gloves onto her hands and Vicki and Sarah were puling rubber socks, the type that scuba divers wear, onto her feet, "these will keep the latex off your hands and feet and now we can fit the mask because you don't need to see for this, we just need you to feel, and as soon as we've checked out the vibrators Maxie can start spraying!"

A brief look of concern crossed his face as Heather approached Ally with the welding mask that would basically act as a blindfold and shield her face from the latex.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked anxiously.

"No!" Said Ally looking straight at him, "But then I never will be, so let's go shall we?"

*

Once they strapped the mask around her forehead and pulled it down, her world seemed to go silent. Rather than unshackle her feet the panties had poppers fitted to them so that they could be pressed in place around her waist and a small hole had been made to accommodate her umbilical.

The Bishop had wished her good luck just before she felt them being fastened and someone, in fact several someone's, had given her an encouraging slap on the buttocks and then she was alone, hanging from the tough plastic chains, feeling the padded leather straps around her ankles and wrists but not feeling particularly over stretched. They had loosened the chains a little, just to take the strain off her shoulders, but she felt no stress there now, perhaps because the adrenaline was already beginning to kick in.

And then something else did.

The frontal vibrator had sprung to life and already it seemed to be intent on whirring her into an orgasm. It was powerful! Boy was it powerful! And before she even had a chance to take a deep breath it was making her wet. So wet she felt as if she was going to flood.

Then something else happened

The anal vibrator snapped on and suddenly it was as if a million bees where in there buzzing away! The thing seemed to be vibrating everywhere in that sensitive and vulnerable channel. She was glad right now that The Bishop hadn't carried out his threat and added the vibrating butterfly that could be strapped to her clitoris, but almost as she thought about that and even whilst she tried to fight the incredibly powerful feelings that the vibrators were churning up inside of her she heard a voice in her ear.

"Hi sweetheart. I should tell you, in case you didn't know, that The Bishop never makes an empty threat! Have a nice time!" And then Vicki, the treacherous little bitch, was gone but she could feel her lower down. She could feel her hands on the latex panties.

She felt her tugging them down a little way and she shivered as she always did when she felt hands down there and then she felt something else. She felt her outer lips being pulled gently apart and something cold and hard being manoeuvred into place there and....

Christ almighty! The little cow was peeling back the hood and making sure that the cold unyielding thing was now pressing directly onto her exposed and sensitive clitoris.

There was slight jerk as the belt that held it was fastened and then she shivered again as her panties were pulled up and a voice whispered,

"Think about me when you're coming!" And then her buttocks were slapped for the umpteenth time and Vicki was gone.

She was alone again. All alone. Naked and bald. Chained at wrists and ankles with both her holes full and her clitoris about to be assaulted and the TENS unit not even active yet and then…

"Fuck me!" She thought, "The bastards wouldn't do that would they? I've got enough going on in my arse and my pussy without... Oh shit! The bastards, the absolute bastards. First one arse cheek then the other and now my poor little clit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! First my arse, then my cunt, then my clit and then…

And then she screamed so loudly and appeared to be about to climax so violently that The Bishop decided that the test had been successful and that it was time to turn everything off and leave his little slave wanting for just a little longer.

*

The painting process was fairly simple once she was calm and collected again, which admittedly took some time. Maxie moved into position in front of her holding a pistol grip spray gun in her hand, which, in turn, was attached to the two cylinders containing liquid latex strapped to her back.

Once again it was Vicki who decided to raise the stakes a little and gag Ally, because she knew that despite her complaints, or because of them, it would excite her and when this was done and they were satisfied that Ally was as comfortable as she could be, the spraying began.

It felt like rain at first. Like smooth warm rain. The cylinders that Maxie wore were heated and kept the latex warm so that it was more pliable. Smooth warm rain all over her body. It wasn't so much a sexual as a sensual experience. And it didn't take long for the first coat to be finished.

It felt strange and tingly but still soothing as the latex fell on her bare back but it all added to the mystique that was growing in her mind. Soon she would be covered in liquid latex, which would set to form a second skin. And then another layer would be sprayed on top of that and another and another and with each layer she felt a little more of her old identity being extinguished and as it did so her mind seemed to become blanker and blanker, taking her deeper and deeper into a meditative state where she had no persona, no identity.

She wasn't Allison Pearson any more; she was a nameless, soon to be faceless, slave, controlled by The Box and by the whim of whosoever chose to control it and her.

*

"Hi! How d'you feel?" Vicki put her arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

Ally looked around her. She was free now but still gagged, they had taken her face mask off and in front of her stood a full length mirror, she was glad to be out of the tent and back in the main studio as it was becoming very stuffy and warm in there and she could now feel the slight breeze and tingle of the air conditioning on her new body

She started in shock. She didn't have skin anymore. Now she had shiny liquid latex where her skin used to be. Her whole body gleamed in the harsh studio lighting.

And then there was the smell.

A smell which she hadn't noticed before but now that the latex was literally curing on her skin, the strong heady aroma of rubber was omnipresent. She looked around her. Lady Heather was off to her right, holding what appeared to be shiny PVC mitTENS in her hands whilst Linda, to her left, was unpacking the shoes they had warned her about.

Sarah was taking off the rubber gloves and the rubber socks that had protected her hands and feet and Vicki was already crouched close by with a small bottle of black nail polish for her toes.

She watched them all, either waiting or working. Waiting or working for and on HER. And then she looked down at herself. At the sprayed black umbilical that was waiting now just to be plugged into The Box and at her shiny new black body.

At the generous swell of her breasts and the pointy, perky, little nipples showing proud through her new black rubber skin.

She looked in the mirror again and saw her smooth and shiny baldhead and the stark make up that was already in need of repair and which two of Liz's staff were already waiting to touch up.

She stared at what she had become and saw the helmets and masks in the corner. The final stage of turning her into what she was about to be and she realised then just how much she had really been transformed.

How otherworldly she had become.

How alien.

And then she started to cry.

*

"Why do I seem to keep bumping into you?"

Linda looked at Liz and for one moment it appeared that she was going to wink

"Well, we all 'ave to piss sometimes!"

Liz deliberately looked down her nose at her.

"You're so coarse sometimes!"

"Yeah and you love it!"

Liz avoided her eyes and walked towards one of the cubicles in the smart toilet with the polished marble clad walls and the discrete lighting, but before she could get there Linda had placed herself between Liz and the door and stood there now, one hand resting against the Formica jamb.

"So what's your problem Liz? Do I remind you too much of what you used to be or is it that you wish you were still like this?"

This time Liz didn't shy away from her.

"P'raps you were right the first time. Maybe I like a piece of rough!"

Linda smiled not rising to the insult, if indeed it were one.

"First time?" she asked quietly.

"First time for what?"

"First time with a woman? Come on Liz I ain't stupid!"

Liz put her head to one side.

"Why so interested all of a sudden? Checking out your options are you?" She put a finger to her lips, "Mmm, that must be it. Has Sarah given you your marching orders or something?"

For once Linda was wrong footed and for a moment she didn't know what to say. Finally she found her voice, a voice which seemed much more hesitant and much less certain than usual.

"She doesn't want to see me for a while. She's going to stay at my place for a few days and I'm going to…"

"To what?"

"Think it over. Think again? Maybe I need a change…"

Liz's expression was blank

"And am I included in that change?"

Linda sighed, but at least it was finally out in the open.

"Don't know, Liz. I really don't know right now. When I say change, I MEAN change. You and me, well, could be me and Sarah all over again and I like you, I like you a lot but…"

How many times had she heard those words before? But they seemed different coming from Linda, and somehow more sincere. Liz put her hands in her pockets, perhaps to give her something to do to hide her feelings

"When you say change what do you mean then? Have you got a bloke on the side or something?"

Linda's face broke. At first Liz thought she was going to smile, then she thought she was going to cry and finally she just looked away.

"Maybe. I don't really know, but I might try…" She said forlornly

Liz moved closer.

"Come here you stupid cow!" And she put her arms around the tall woman and was encouraged to feel Linda's arms around her shoulders as well. "You can stay with me for a few days if you want, but I warn you I'm an untidy bitch but I'll probably be editing for most of the time so you'll more or less have the place to yourself."

They both straightened up and Linda said very quietly.

"Thanks." And then she grinned again. "You can 'ave that piss now!"

The first thing Liz did when she slipped inside the cubicle was to pull a new packet of Silk Cut out of her pocket. She pulled open the cellophane wrapping, pulled back the lid and got as far as putting one in her mouth before taking it out again, looking at it and throwing it into the toilet bowl.

*

The make up girls had gone, in fact, everyone had gone. She was sitting there now in that corner of the room next to The Box just waiting for the final preparations. The film crew had taken a break, even Trevor had been stood down for half an hour and she sat by herself because she'd asked to be alone for just a few minutes.

Her make up was repaired, her toenails shiny and newly painted. The torturous looking shoes were actually more comfortable than they seemed. She often wore severe high heels and although they forced her foot up and into a high arch as if she were permanently on tip toe, they also left it almost bare so there was little or no chafing from new leather

The rubber restraints were surprisingly comfortable. The mitTENS kept her hands in useless fists and the wire to the panic button in her right hand ran invisibly up her arm and jacked into her Utility Belt like everything else

The shiny PVC belt with the attached wrist cuffs that went around her waist and that blended in with the rest of her "suit" was both padded and flexible. She felt much the same way about the shackles around her ankles. In fact with the size of high heel that she was wearing, her legs being fastened together the way they were meant that she could shuffle short distances without her ankles turning.

Perhaps the one thing that she was having trouble getting used to was the strange arrangement in her mouth. It was like a cross between a plastic brace and the stainless steel gags that keep an unconscious patient's mouth open during dental procedures.

Ally was no longer capable of speech.

The plastic/ceramic part that fitted over her teeth and rested snugly against the roof of her mouth also had a tongue depressor attached which held her tongue tightly and reasonably comfortably to her lower pallet. Intelligent speech was out of the question. All she could do now was make gurgling noises.

Phil Bishop had joked that was the best way to keep women and had received an X Ray stare from his wife that Linda had suggested would strip paint from walls.

So here she sat.

She had recovered from her earlier burst of emotion and had been very carefully quizzed by Phil Bishop as to whether she wanted to carry on or not but she had explained that it was the time and the effort and the care that everyone was putting in to making HER ready and her complete and utter transformation that had caused the tears and nothing else.

She heard a door close and footsteps echoing in the huge room and she looked up to see The Bishop approaching her with something in his hand.

He put a hand on her shoulder and then squatted in down in front of the chair with the hole in the seat that allowed her umbilical cord to pass through it.

"How are you now?"

He asked almost anxiously.

Ally was all too aware of the fact that she could no longer speak intelligibly so she nodded her head vigorously.

"You're sure?"

She grinned hugely and as best she could with her mouth wide open and made an "uh huh!" noise at the back of her throat.

The Bishop grinned back

"Ally you've been an absolute heroine! Now there are only a few more things to do and I want to ask you a question, which you can either, say yes or no to. Are you ready?"

She nodded. The Bishop placed his hand gently on her knee and she heard the door opening again but this time there was no noise. She looked up to see Vicki padding towards her, barefoot and looking a little tired. In her hand she carried a small aerosol.

"Hi little slave, it's been a long night! Are you okay?"

"Uh huh!"

"Right, here's your big question Ally. " The Bishop paused for a second," At the moment you have some power of speech. Now, before we fill your mouth we CAN take that power away from you! It will mean a leap of faith on your part but you know that we are constantly monitoring you and you know that you have the panic button and I think it will be much more interesting if you cannot talk at all. If even the slightest grunt or groan cannot pass your lips. It's painless, Vicki has a dental spray that will numb your vocal chords for up to eight hours and make speech utterly impossible, any speech, but it is up to you and up to you entirely. If you say no we will respect that and go ahead with the filling."

Ally thought for a moment.

Tommy.

The deaf dumb and blind kid had somehow struck a chord with her when The Bishop had mentioned him earlier. It was an album and a video her parents had played a lot when she was growing up and one that she had somehow associated with.

She really would be cut off if she said yes. She expected not to hear. She expected not to see but she had always expected to be able to at least grunt.

She thought for a few more seconds and then very slowly and deliberately she nodded her head.

The Bishop would not allow himself a smile yet.

"You're sure?"

The reply, such as it was, brooked no hesitation.

"Uh huh!"

"Oh Ally, you're such a brave little sweetheart!" Vicki kissed her on the cheek and then she showed her the aerosol. "You might find this tastes of strawberries. It will feel very cold at the back of your throat and it's basically a long lasting local anaesthetic. Ready?"

"Uh huh!"

She used what little speech she had for the last time and then she felt the thin elongated nozzle of the spray being eased down her throat almost as far as it would go. A long sustained blast of a cold liquid hit the back, roughly where her tonsils would be if she still had them and almost as soon as she felt it, Vicki was withdrawing and looking at her.

"Try to swallow now, it takes a few seconds and then you should find your whole throat going numb!" Ally did as she was told and did actually feel the strange sensation of numbness creeping all over the back of her throat, "Now try to speak!"

There was absolute silence. She looked at them both, shocked even though she knew what was coming. No matter how hard she tried to force her epiglottis to do something, no sound whatsoever came out. She was absolutely dumb.

Then she saw The Bishop approaching her with another, much larger, spray.

"This, Ally, is surgical foam. It doesn't burn like cavity wall foam but it sets in seconds and is just as hard. It is, however, susceptible to temperature and your mouth plate has a couple of wires built in which will heat up, quite safely, in your mouth when we need them to and disperse the foam. We know you have no sinus problems and we are going to fit you with two small oxygen cylinders and nasal tubes in a moment.

"If for some reason the air in The Box isn't circulating properly and it becomes fetid or stale then we can switch you on to oxygen. We may do that a few times anyway just to make you slightly light headed!" He touched her on the cheek, "Ready, my little slave girl?" She nodded eagerly. anxious to get on and he pointed the spray into her open mouth whilst Vicki held her head slightly forward.

*

It looked much larger close up than it had previously done. The way her imagination ran now it could almost have been a sinister black pod from which she had somehow mysteriously hatched. The petal like lids and the slick shining, glistening, interior forming the cocoon that would keep her safe until birth.

Or should that be rebirth.

"Well little slave, are you ready to test your new home?"

Ally really had been somewhere else and she looked up into the smiling countenance of The Bishop, she had found that it was possible to smile with her eyes and she did that now. Her mouth was now held open by the foam in a permanent look of wide-eyed open-mouthed astonishment, but it was comfortable enough, more comfortable, in fact, than a conventional gag would be, so she had no complaints, even if she had been able to voice them.

It really excited her being unable to speak and being almost entirely at the mercy of other people. But of course this was a controlled environment and she was amongst friends. She couldn't even contemplate the thought of being like it all the time. Of being out in the world in a hostile environment and being totally dependent on other people.

She suddenly remembered The Bishop. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"Having second thoughts?"

A very emphatic shake of the head.

"Okay." He said with some finality as if relieved, "Well in that case I don't see why we can't sit you inside and prepare you for take off. Heather are you plugged in yet?"

They stared at the slightly comical sight Lady Heather's jodhpurred bottom sticking out of The Box whilst she tried to connect the umbilical to the equipment housed there. Finally she emerged a little greasier and a little sweatier than when she went in and with her hair in disarray.

"It's mated Bish and we've got three green lights!"

"Marvellous! You see Ally, you women can do almost anything when you put your minds to it!" He didn't cry out but instead let out a sharp breath as one of Heather's riding boots connected soundly with his left ankle.

Recovering his composure, he spoke to the assembled multitude.

"Okay everybody, Allison is now about to be installed, so if you'd like to wish her luck, now is the time! Please don't crowd her and I'm sure that I speak for everybody, Ally, when I wish you Bon Voyage and happy landings!

The Bishop pressed a button on his remote control and the front panel of The Box lowered gently, allowing Linda and Heather to help the speechless and restrained girl, now wearing a small pair of oxygen cylinders on her back with a light transparent nasal tube attached, to shuffle up the panel, which also acted as a form of drawbridge, and then seat her as comfortably as they could in a kind of upright foetal position on a small padded ledge.

The Bishop walked forward and touched her shoulder.

"I'm going to raise the gate now and when that's locked and secure I'll inflate the airbags until they hold you absolutely rigid. That gunk all over them, which will also be all over you soon, is a very fine vegetable based oil that does NOT rot rubber or latex and will stop the airbags sticking to you. It will also give you an unearthly sheen under the nightclub lights. Now this is probably the last time that you will be seeing me for a while, I'm going to be working with Niles getting the gear ready. Ah! Here he is now, right on cue!"

Ally looked up to see Niles coming through the door wearing a brown uniform and pushing a trolley on which was a very unusual looking package. A package roughly five and a half feet long and slightly rounded at one end which was strapped tightly to the delivery trolley.

*

"Hey Niles, how's the little pest?"

Niles grinned at Lady Heather.

"Quiet. In fact I think she's asleep!"

"Did you HAVE to put her on her head?" Asked Sarah who was touching the smooth, taped body.

"Best place for her if you ask me!" said Linda who was standing close by with her hands in her pockets.

"Well, no one's asking you are they?" Retorted Sarah. Linda shrugged and withdrew slightly, not wishing to start an argument at that point.

"Did you have any problems?" Asked The Bishop picking up a small item with a liquid crystal read out that had been hooked to the top rung of the trolley.

"No." Niles had a huge grin on his face. "I kept her in the inflatable hood for most of the day after I took her out of the cage and before I wrapped her I slipped a couple of persuaders into her important little places. They're both on timers. The one in her puss comes on for ten minutes out of every twenty whilst the one in her butt works five out of fifteen. "

Suddenly there was a low moan from the tightly packaged object that they all now realised was Angela.

The Bishop was studying the display that he held in his hand.

"So I take it A is for ass and V is for …"

Niles nodded.

"Pussy! That's right. That tells you how many times the vibrators have been on, " The Bishop let out a low whistle, "And underneath are her vital signs!" He squatted down on his haunches, "If you look here you can see where I bandaged the airway in place." He turned to Sarah," That was a great idea of yours the other day and I'm very grateful. I've always been looking for a way to keep her quiet!"

*

"Dom 1 to control. Dom1 to control!"

"Receiving you loud and clear Dom 1 and I must say that it is a pleasure to hear from you. I trust you are safely installed?"

"You trust correctly Bish! I'm in the OB with Liz and Linda and I've just gone online."

"Excellent your Ladyship, excellent. Now I take it you have access to the second laptop?"

"Affirmative."

"Good! Now, on the desktop you should see an icon of a gagged face."

"Should do, it's mine!"

"So it is. Now if you click on that icon it should start a little programme that will monitor Ally constantly from the van."

"It's done. I've got her blood pressure and her pulse… oxygen levels are pretty good…"

"They should be we haven't fitted the masks yet. Your Ladyship, may I ask a question?"

"Go ahead control. Don't guarantee you'll get an answer though."

"Well I just wondered what exactly you were wearing tonight?"

There was a brief pause and another voice crackled out of the walkie-talkie.

"Hi Phil it's Liz. I'll start at the bottom and work my way up. Black patent six inch heels, fishnet STOCKINGS, a shiny sequinned blue leotard with attached suspenders, white shirt front under the leotard complete with blue spangly bow tie, Oh, and a blue sequinned top hat and a riding crop. Linda's wearing exactly the same now and I have to say that it looks like a cross between "Cabaret" and "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" in here right now! Oh shit! Get off me you two! I said…"

*

"Will you both be okay?"

Both Sarah and Vicki turned to The Bishop and nodded.

"Okay, if you need me ,I have a radio. Did the panic button work?

Vicki looked up at him with a smile.

"It worked fine. Now go with Niles. It's all under control here, we only have to inflate the hood and then The Box is ready for closure and they can do that from the van,! Now go and we'll call you if there are any problems, okay?"

The Bishop nodded and began to follow, a trifle reluctantly, Niles and the trolley on which he was pushing the duct tape wrapped form of Angela.

*

What was that song called?

Oh that was it, "Comfortably Numb".

Her dad had always been a big fan of Pink Floyd and that was how she felt right now. Comfortable and numb. Not seeing and not hearing and not being able to speak concentrated the mind enormously and instead of there being a myriad of thoughts running through her mind there were none. Unless she wanted them. She could martial and control them in her dark silent little world and just for the hell of it she let her mind wander back to the installation of the hoods.

"All right Ally, time for your blindfold!"

Ally nodded. Sarah too was barefoot now, finding that shoes just got in the way and she dropped to her knees and carefully stuck the two thick, soft, gauze pads in place over her eye sockets.

"Now I'm just going to tape over these and then I'm going to put some surgical tape over your mouth, just because I like doing it really!" She heard Vicki giggle off to the left and made a mental note to deal with them both at some time in the not too distant future. Then she felt warm soft hands smoothing the tape over her eyes and then her mouth

"Okay sweetie, time for your ear plugs!" It was Vicki this time. "Bye sweetheart, think about us. Think about me naked and abusing that beautiful little body of yours!"

Something brushed her cheek. Vicki's lips, warm and sensual. And then they were gone but she could feel something elsewhere. It was a strange sensation having someone else touch your ears and she shivered as first one soft, squishy plug and then the other was inserted into her ear canals and everything went ultra quiet and she started to tune in to her own body.

She listened to the gentle "lub dub" sound of her heart, knowing that it would soon turn into a pounding drumbeat when the vibrators started and she had already resigned herself to a long and potentially lonely period of silence, when all of a sudden there was a slight crackle and a voice said,

"Testing, testing, one, two, three. This is Radio Dom! I can see you on the monitors Ally, just nod your head if you can hear me."

It was Lady Heather's voice from the control centre they had set up in the Outside Broadcast Vehicle.

Ally nodded slowly.

"Good! Now you'll be hearing from one of us if you need to. Sarah is just fitting the first hood, the one with the clown face, and then she's going to fix the blonde wig and after that they're going to screw on the Darth Vader mask and hook you up to the oxygen. Stay on this channel little slave girl!"

*

Lady Heather swivelled in her seat and Liz looked at her with concern.

"When are you going to tell her about the switch? Oh and if either of you ever hold me down and pull my knickers off again, I shall… where are they by the way?"

Lady Heather laughed

"Sorry Liz, guess we couldn't resist it and your "knickers" are currently on the way over to the studio where they're going to be slipped into Ally's hood and under her nose before it's sealed. Hope they weren't wet!"

Liz pulled a face and then blushed

Linda looked at her seriously,

"Don't take offence Liz. It WAS just a joke. We were going to use a pair of ours but it seemed to make sense at the time!"

Still grinning Lady Heather leaned over and said,

"Put it this way Liz, your panties are going to make a young girl very happy! " And then she turned back to the control panel.

*

"This is Radio Dom! Hi Ally! Hope those panties are nice. It was a good idea to push the oxygen tubes THROUGH them so you could get the full smell of the crotch piece under your nose even when you were taking oxygen, wasn't it? and it'll give you something to do in the dark. You can sit there and sniff and wonder just whose they really are. Yeah, I can see you nodding, now here's a word on that too.

"You know what The Bishop's like and now you've got the hood and the mask and the inflatable hood in place I can tell you that he's got just one little surprise left up his sleeve.

"He's added a little switch to the back of your hood. It's called a mercury switch Ally and if it gets tilted too much, I think it's about five degrees, then it'll set off the vibrators and the TENS unit and that little butterfly that's rubbing against your clit. So try not to move too much sweetheart and we'll see you at the club… And finally, the weather today is expected to be dark and moonlit with temperatures in the late fifties and a ninety percent prospect of precipitation later. This is Radio Dom signing off and reminding you to just be careful out there!"

*

She had panicked a little at first. When the first layer, the one they called the clown hood, was fitted over her face but once she found that it had air holes under the nose and that she didn't have to change her breathing pattern in any way, she calmed down.

The panties were a shock. Particularly because they were warm and noticeably damp against her skin but by the time the nasal tubes were in place and the fibreglass mask that they referred to as Darth was being screwed on, she had got used to the warm and musky smell and it seemed comforting somehow and more than slightly arousing.

She didn't even register the inflatable hood that would make her look, at first sight, like some kind of hideous insect but she felt the posture collar going on and then she heard quite clearly the final message from Lady Heather.

She sat cushioned and restrained by the bags now, unable to twitch more than a painted eyebrow. All of her senses on hold. Blind deaf, dumb, utterly immobile and utterly dependent on The Box for her very life.

She jumped as the she felt the first movement and did her best to stay still as The Box began to rock and sway slightly. She guessed that she was being trolleyed out of the studio and into the street where she would be loaded onto the truck with the mummified Angela and it was at that moment that she realised that her big adventure was only just beginning…

*

"Sheila. Sheila! That's enough now… let her be."

"Bill, if you don't like it, then just piss off and leave me alone! You say she's not been forced into this, then that must mean that she came here of her own free will, whoever she is. And if she comes in here asking to be used and abused then…"

He had never seen her like this. She had absolute and total control over Allison and she seemed to be delighting in it. She had soon mastered the remote control and it hadn't taken her long to master Allison as well.

As he watched revelling in her power over the helpless doll he thought of the old maxim:

All power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely!

And he watched as short bursts turned to longer ones and the need to command and control became greater and greater,

"Now Allison, I think you can still hear me and I want you to do something for me. I want you to walk towards me because if you don't I'm going to keep my finger on this little button here which works the vibrator in your pussy and I'm going to keep it down like this!"

Allison's reaction was immediate. She stiffened, she tried to move her head, and she tried to flap her arms. There was no sound this time because, they had decided earlier, that the keening wail that they had heard previously was electronically generated like Allison's "voice". The rubber doll twitched violently as if in her death throes but she was powerless to move because of the rubber shackles around her ankles.

"Come on Allison! I know you can hear me because you reacted just now, so try for me. Try for me and I'll let you come. But no pain, no gain Allison! If you don't try I'm going to have to switch the TENS unit on! Now let me see, that's this big green button here.

He could hear the unit pulse and he could imagine inTENSe blue flashes of electrical energy flashing deep into the muscles in her vulnerable rear.

The shiny black doll shivered and he could see her muscles twitching. And not just the muscles in her bottom either.

Allison seemed to be going into spasm.

"Come ON! You said you were MY little rubber slut so do as you're told Allison. Walk towards me. And just to help you a little bit more I'm going to switch on the vibrator in your arse! Let's see if that helps!"

But rather than walking forward Allison dropped to her knees, her pinioned arms doing their best to move but only managing to flap uselessly at her sides. It was only when she pushed back her head as best she could and tried to look sightlessly at the imperious Sheila in a gesture of supplication that he knew he finally had to do something,

Without thinking he shot forward and made a grab at the control but Sheila was too quick and she stepped to one side clinging to The Box that controlled Allison and said.

"That's enough! If you don't like it you can go outside. And if you try to take it off me again, she's going to suffer!" she looked down at the mannequin who was still on her knees and then back at him.

"I can torture her with this, don't forget. I can take her to the edge and drag her back so many times she won't know whether she's on her head or her arse and if you don't like it…"

"You can kiss my ass!

They had both been oblivious to it. Too wrapped up in themselves and Allison's plight to hear the front door being opened… with the key.

"Who the fuck…"

Sheila stared at the tall woman wearing a long leather coat, patent heels and fishnet stockings and her jaw dropped.

Lady Heather walked slowly into the room.

"I'm your worst nightmare lady!"

Followed by Linda dressed exactly the same.

"And so am I!"

Sheila recovered her composure surprisingly quickly.

"Oh it's you, you bitch! I should have realised…"

Linda looked at her challengingly.

"Realised what? Shit for brains!"

But Sheila was already studying Lady Heather.

"So what have you done? Cloned yourself? Blimey, a right win double you two make!"

Lady Heather put out a hand.

"You've got something of ours lady, and we want it back!"

They all suddenly looked down at the floor and saw the anonymous Rubber Doll doubled up as if in agony. But they all knew that it wasn't agony that she was suffering.

Sheila looked back at the two women.

"You've got some nerve the pair of you! Come in here like the Kray Twins in drag and just expect to take Bandy away with you!"

Lady Heather looked at her blankly for a moment.

"Bandy? Oh yeah I remember, Cindy and Barbie! Hey Linda,I had Barbie you had Cindy. Right?"

Sheila stared and then the penny finally dropped

"So it was you two all along. She looked at The Box and at the struggling Rubber Doll on the floor, then she looked sharply at Linda and shook her head, "No! You've got the brains of a mongoose and if she looks that much like you," She indicated Lady Heather, "then if brains were dynamite, the pair of you probably wouldn't have enough between you to blow those silly fucking hats off!"

Two more faces appeared at the door. Vicki and Sarah had both changed and were now wearing what appeared to be the standard long leather coats, leather trousers, high heeled boots and black polo necks.

Sheila turned to him in amazement.

"What is this? Open fucking house?"

Sarah stepped into the room and looked less than fondly at Linda.

"You're probably right about her, but she didn't do it all on her own!"

The Rubber Mannequin had managed to roll over onto her back, her arms twisting uselessly in their shackles and her legs twitching.

Lady Heather held out her hand once more.

"Give me that remote control!"

Realising that she suddenly had a bargaining chip Sheila held it against herself. But not before she had managed to press another button. The helpless doll began to wriggle as if in agony.

Heather looked at her questioningly.

"What have you done? Bitch!"

Sheila had recovered her composure. Insults she understood.

"Switched the whatchamacallit, the TENS thing to maximum. And if I were you I'd watch my language in future, you American Tart! Because I'm controlling your little rubber doll right now!"

But she had reckoned without Vicki.

"Oh no you're bloody not!" She shouted and threw herself headlong at Sheila knocking the remote control out of her and hand sending both of them crashing to the floor. Before she could recover Sarah had picked up the control unit and was already taking it off line whilst Lady Heather and Linda strode quickly forward and dragged the struggling Sheila upright.

Standing behind her, holding a leather gloved hand over her mouth and nose Linda looked down at her expectantly, obviously expecting her struggles to decrease whilst Heather, without preamble, undid her jeans and then slid them down to her bare ankles.

She looked at Linda holding tightly on to the still struggling woman and said,

"Do you want to? Or shall I?"

Linda grinned;

"You can do the honours! You won't be disappointed!" She turned her gaze on the struggling Sheila. "Now listen to me shitface! If you don't stop strugglin' I'll cut off your air supply altogether and you know I can, so just keep still!" Sheila looked up at the tall woman who she had known for enough years to know when she was serious and her whole body seemed to go limp.

Linda smiled at Lady Heather.

"There's a lotta things she don't like. Vibrators up the arse are one but you heard her, she seems to be changing her mind about that. And breath play is another!" She looked down at Sheila again, "So just keep shtum and I won't suffocate you until you pass out! Okay?"

Only Sheila's eyes were visible and she managed to put enough expression into them to communicate, quite clearly, how she felt, but she stopped struggling even though Heather was now pulling her panties unceremoniously down to her knees.

Meanwhile a concerned Vicki had dragged herself off the floor and was now helping Sarah to calm down the Rubber Mannequin.

"How is she?" She asked Sarah anxiously.

Sarah smiled.

"She's fine! She's had a bit of a work out, but her pulse rate and blood pressure are dropping nicely and her breathing's starting to get back to normal." She took a PDA from her pocket and studied it. "According to this, her levels have been high enough to suggest that she's had one long continuous climax that lasted nearly three minutes, followed by probably six minor ones! You'd expect her to be a bit puffed after that, not to mention shagged out!"

Vicki looked up ruefully

"No thanks to her, though!" And pointed an accusing finger at Sheila.

"Don't worry!" Said Lady Heather who was on her knees easing two fingers inside Sheila's shaven nest, "She'll get hers… Godammit! The bitch is wetter than Niagara Falls! Where's that belt?"

Sarah and Vicki were helping Allison The Rubber Doll to stand up when two more figures appeared at the door. The Bishop walked in first carrying something metallic in his hand, whilst Niles followed pushing the trolley.

The Bishop held out his hand

"Were you by any chance looking for this?" He grinned. "I've added the "attachment" by the way." he held out a thin stainless still chastity belt which had a relatively enormous plastic dildo attached to it, "Should keep her wanting for some time!"

Then he turned.

Good morning young man!" He said to the person in the corner who probably wasn't much younger than he, "So we meet at last!"

There was a muffled yelp from Sheila as Lady Heather slipped a third finger inside her wet cavity.

Bill smiled and held out his hand,

"It's a pleasure Phil! I gather you got my emails!" The Bishop pumped his hand slowly up and down.

"Every single one and I've got to say, even though I didn't think it was possible, that you have a mind that is probably even more devious than mine!"

"You can say that again!" Said Lady Heather who had withdrawn her fingers, much to Sheila's apparent chagrin and was now easing the large dildo, which already seemed to be stretching Sheila somewhat, into her moist hole. "Jesus Christ! If I lived with the two of you I'd probably be dead within a month!" She turned her head and winked at them both, "Could be a fun way to go though!"

The two men looked at each other and then at the obviously irate Sheila

"Do you want to tell her or shall I?" The Bishop seemed to positively relish the thought but Bill did not hesitate.

"No! It was my idea and I've got to take the responsibility!"

He walked toward the red faced Sheila but stopped at the door to the hallway,

"How was it Trevor?" He asked. Trevor the cameraman came fully into view and gave him the thumbs up.

"Got some great shots, managed to use the zoom for most of them!"

He looked back and The Bishop smiled, then he continued toward Sheila, passing Allison The Rubber Doll on the way. He stopped for a second and studied her rubber clown face closely, then he touched her on the cheek and whispered "Well done Ally you've done us proud!" then he walked toward Sheila again, who had begun to struggle once more and was being restrained by both Linda and Lady Heather.

He stopped in front of her and they looked at each other for a few moments. Her eyes bulging, her face red and then she looked away from him in disgust. He touched her cheek briefly and tried to turn her face back to his but the she stared fixedly out of the window.

"Sheila I can't explain fully, I can only give you impressions. Impressions and feelings that I've had from you recently. You're somehow unsatisfied, somehow unfulfilled and I KNOW that you're always telling me you're not submissive but you seem to be leaning more and more in that direction." He looked at her and when he spoke next there seemed to be a catch in his voice.

"I love you Sheila but things don't seem to be going right for us just now so I've organised a sort of rest cure for you!" He reached down and touched her erect left nipple.

"You've got your safe words and sounds and you can use them later if you want, otherwise, The Bishop here and Lady Heather are going to take you back to the studio they're using and make you part of several of their photo shoots for the next couple of days and don't try to tell me, even if you could, that you're not interested because I know you used my credit card to subscribe to their website and I've been monitoring how often you go there! Her feet were as yet unrestrained and she tried to aim a kick at him, which he dodged. He smiled benignly, "So now you can see for yourself, first hand as it were".

Sheila stared at him in disbelief and already Linda was stuffing a wad of cloth into her mouth and Niles was walking towards her with several rolls of grey duct tape in his hand. He touched his brown cap.

"Hi Ma'am, USP, United Sex Packaging, at your service!" And he bent down, pulled her jeans away and began wrapping her bare ankles together with the tape.

*

He watched the little entourage walk out of the lobby from his twelfth floor eerie.

He watched Lady Heather and The Bishop slide The Box, with the once more encapsulated Allison inside it, onto the tail lift of the brown rented truck that looked almost but not quite like a UPS vehicle.

He watched Niles pushing the trolley on which the duct taped and unrecognisable body of Sheila was housed and he watched that too going onto the tail lift and being hoisted into the vehicle

He watched them all disappear inside the truck and then he watched Vicki and Sarah enter the courtyard and climb into their metallic gold car and he watched it and the truck start. Silently he watched both vehicles bump down the little cobbled street by the side of the canal, a tribute to Hackney's failure to move fully into the twentieth century let alone the twenty first and he stayed at the window until they both finally disappeared from sight.

He looked around him. Five minutes ago the flat had been full of people, now there was just him, the cats and Sam the Golden Retriever who was a sort of permanent houseguest these days and for a moment he felt terribly and unutterably alone.

And then he realised that there was a story in this, that there was something worth telling, so while the incident was still fresh in his mind, he walked into the bedroom where the computer lived and looked around him for a brief few seconds at the unmade bed and the pair of black lacy knickers that were laying exactly were they had been stepped out the night before and then he sat down…

Or rather I sat down.

Because, let's face it, it's been me talking all along, I just didn't have the guts to admit it! To admit sharing a house and a life with a bunch of mad women and Sheila so I always refer to me as him, but given what is going to follow, the half of which you cannot even begin to imagine, it seems much more sensible and much more honest to talk to you directly, rather than try to pretend I'm someone else.

So I sat down to chronicle Sheila's latest exploits, in much the same way that Doctor Watson would have done for Sherlock Holmes more than a hundred years ago… if he had been real and if he had had a computer that is.

And I was wondering if it was even vaguely rational to think of myself and Sheila in the same train of thought as Holmes and Watson when a voice said,

"Didn't take ya long did it?"

I didn't turn round because it was a voice I'd recognise anywhere, so I stayed where I was, staring at the computer screen because it seemed a fairly cool thing to do

"Hello Linda, I thought you'd gone."

"No. Liz is round the corner in the car…"

I turned and looked at her still dressed in her leather, collar turned up like she'd come in from the rain, cheeks red, eyes shining and I still felt that little pang I always feel when I look at her

"Do you want to tell me what's going on or will I be the last to know? As usual."

She shrugged.

"Don't know meself right now!"

I wanted to get up then. To get up and just touch the angry looking area above her eye and somehow make it better. She looked, to be honest, a bit of a sight. Something had gone on, something more than she would admit to but she would either tell me when she was ready or she would never say another word about it.

"No," I said and blew out my cheeks, "Neither do I, but if you want to talk…"

"I'll ring ya!" She said with a grin, but rather than this being a prelude to leaving, she walked further into the bedroom, hands in leather pockets, coat flapping. "I know all the shit that was flying about, but there's only one reason why two people WANT to be apart from each other and that's…"

"Taken up psychology have we?" I asked. Sarcasm isn't one of my more appealing traits, I must admit.

"Gonna deny it?"

"No." I looked down more than a little sadly, "There HAVE been problems recently. More rows than there should be, but not the normal sort of rows. Not the, " in spite of everything I really quite enjoy having an argument with you!" sort of rows", but the "Deep down inside you are really starting to seriously piss me off!" sort of rows!"

Honesty might be slightly more appealing, I suppose, it depends on whom you ask.

"Well, " She said, " If you want to talk…."

"I'll phone YOU," I said quietly and instead of turning on her heel she walked toward me, bent down, gave me another look and kissed me on the forehead. From that moment she had my full and undivided attention

There was something in her eyes right then.

Something that if I'm honest, I'd noticed before, but you don't go round asking a six foot Amazon of a woman who also happens to be your partner's best friend, whether either of them like it or not, if it's actually true that she's in love with you because, well, just because.

I don't know who made the first move, whether it was her or me but we just got closer and closer until finally our lips brushed and once you do that with someone, it's too tactile an experience not to want to do it again and again and then to let it develop, until brushing becomes touching and touching turns into…

It was a fairly brief kiss but a very sweet one. She broke first and as I focussed on her she was already straightening up and starting to turn away from me. Her face was fairly expressionless but there was a fair amount of emotion in her voice when she looked at me and said,

"I meant what I said, if you want to talk, ring me tonight!"

And I sat there for a moment lost in my own slightly stunned but racing thoughts and then I heard the door close quietly.

THE END

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THE BOX PART2:

PERSEPHONE'S REVENGE!

"Hit her!"

"Give her time! Let the drugs kick in and she'll do anything you want."

"I haven't GOT fucking time. Now hit her! She's your friend and I just made her your personal responsibility. If you don't hit her, I'll come over there and do it myself and If I do, I'll hit her so hard she won't know what fucking day it is!"

BEGINS SOON.

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© Wallace 2004. 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.