The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER THREE

The story so far : Bill and Sheila have a fairly unusual houseguest, Linda is a little tied up and Ally is under the doctor

More than a little breathless, Allison managed to disengage herself from the dark-haired woman and struggle to her feet; she put her palms on her knees and took a few deep breaths.

"Okay, okay, fairs, fair! Before you go messing around in my pants I'd quite like to know who you are!" The dark haired woman remained on the floor but had drawn herself into a sitting position hugging her knees. She looked at Allison and smiled showing film star white teeth.

"Sorry, I thought you'd guessed - I'm Doctor Chaudhari!" Ally stared. The doctor put her head to one side and grinned girlishly. She looked down at her clothes and then back at Ally. "What were you expecting – a sari, a tilak, you know, that little red dot on the forehead and a motherly middle aged woman who tells you to eat your vegetables and not indulge in too much sexual intercourse?" It was Ally's turn to grin. Doctor Chaudhari rose gracefully from the floor and put out her hand, Ally grasped it warmly.

"My dad was Anglo-Indian and my mum was English. An English hippy. An English, middle class, hippy who went to India and got carried away with it all! She's still the same, drives my Grandparents crazy even now! She converted to Hinduism and became more fervent about it than my dad ever was, which is why I ended up being called Virinder, but my friends call me Vicki."

They were still holding hands and for some reason both seemed reluctant to let go.

"Hi Vicki." Said Ally showing equally white teeth. The doctor looked at her and her expression turned slowly into a mischievous grin. She studied the woman in front of her for a few moments. The woman in the black patent pixy boots and the black hose that she now knew to be stockings. She noticed her short black leather skirt and her leather jerkin worn over a white, puff sleeved blouse, open low enough to show some cleavage and traces of the black strapless bra that she wore underneath.

She noticed that her tongue was pierced, that she was freckled, that she had a small blue stud just to the right of her upper lip and multiple ear piercings. Her shiny jet-black hair was short and tousled and had a vivid white streak at the front. She also had a young face, high cheekbones and lustrous skin. The doctor moved closer to her and touched her lightly on the cheek with her free hand.

"I said that my FRIENDS call me Vicki," she said, still smiling, "I think YOU could be something other than a friend," she gripped her hand tighter, " I think YOU could call me something else."

"Oh yeah?" Said Allison, standing her ground but not letting go of the doctor's hand either, "And what might that be?" Unconsciously she licked her lips.

The doctor pulled Ally close against her and then let go of her hand. She ran her fingers through her hair with the free hand while the other traced its way up her stockinged leg. She kissed her on the lips. A little peck, followed by another and another and another, leading to a full blown, tongues entwined, steamy, passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever and left them both breathless. She hugged Ally and whispered huskily in her ear.

"How about MISS Vicki?"

*

Linda threw her head back against the soft pillows. Her friend was teasing at the tiny patch of dark, soft, pubic hair just above her moist, puffy labia with gentle and inquisitive fingers

"Oh for fuck's sake Sarah let me up. I'm hungry, I wanna Chinese, I wanna piss and I'm gonna smack your arse so hard…"

Sarah smiled. Linda was still tied to the bed, still naked and still blindfolded. She got up and let the towel around her waist give up the fight against gravity and fall in a heap on the floor. Naked, her breasts jiggled bountifully as she crossed the room to one of the built in cupboards and withdrew something. She turned back to Linda.

"One of the junior doctors…"

"What? The one who's trying to get inside your pants?"

"Roger, the house officer, actually, and lots of doctors try to sleep with the senior sisters, it's something they learn in medical school I think, but he won't get into MY pants Linda Hutton, I'll tell you that now!"

"No!" said Linda quietly, "'Cos there ain't no fucking room!"

Linda had misjudged exactly how far away from her Sarah really was. The slap to her left upper thigh was hard and stinging.

"Didn't think I would hear that did you?" Linda remained silent. She felt Sarah's weight on the bed again, it seemed comforting somehow.

"Anyway, Roger told me this joke. He said his girlfriend told him to tie her up and do what he liked. So he tied her up and went up the pub!"

Linda scowled.

"And you laughed at that did you? Probably had his fingers up some poor buggers arsehole at the time as well."

"Oh Linda you're so miserable sometimes and I've got a present for you as well, now hold still while I just take this blindfold off… lift your head!"

"First you tell me to hold still, then you tell me to lift me head, MAKE UP YOUR BLOODY MIND WOMAN! OW!" this time it was the other thigh and this time Sarah cupped her hand slightly to make the sound reverberate round the room. "When I get out of this…BITCH… I'm going to…" At that moment the blindfold came away and she found herself looking into Sarah's bright, rosy-cheeked, face.

"Hello Lindy-Lou," she said amiably.

"Don't call me that! Makes me sound like a right tosser!" Sarah leaned forward and planted a large, noisy and extravagant kiss on her tummy, "And don't think I don't know why you suddenly went for a shower either." Sarah looked at her questioningly.

"Don't come the innocent with me you fucking TART! How long were you sliding that fucking dildo up me?" Sarah looked at the ceiling. "An hour? Two hours? And all the time you wouldn't let me CUM you bitch! But you, oh you, "miss can't take what she fucking gives out" had to pop out to the shower and have a quick wank!" Sarah, who would be the first to admit that her life, until she met Linda, had been a little sheltered, was blushing quite profusely.

"Was it nice?" Sarah looked at her but didn't answer, "Did you use your thumb on that sensitive little clitty of yours? Or did you just finger fuck yourself stupid with the warm water running all over you? You were wet weren't you? I could hear your breathing; you were turned on something chronic. Your puss was dripping fucking wet and you just had to go and play with it. Didn'tcha?" Sarah opened her mouth to speak but like a juggernaut out of control, Linda plunged on.

"You know what really pisses me off?" Linda's eyes drilled into her and Sarah was beginning to wish that she had never removed the blindfold, " What really pisses me off is that you have to go out of the room to do it, you silly cow! How many times did I nearly come? Ten? Eleven? Twelve. I can't even remember now. You can do that to me and let me do everything I do to you and yet you can't stay here and finish your bloody self off! …At least that way I might have got off me bloody self!"

Sarah's face was red and it looked as if she were near to tears.

"I'm sorry Linda!" she said hesitantly, "Yes, I was excited and yes, I did have to go outside, but I didn't want to spoil your surprise. I know you've been a bit tense lately and I wanted to do something for you… I was going to let you come eventually. Honest!" almost as an afterthought she raised her right hand and Linda found herself staring at the biggest dildo she had ever seen in her life.

*

"Oh Bill you're such a PRICK sometimes!"

Sheila was standing next to Bandy with a protective arm around her latexed shoulders. Bandy remained immobile but it was obvious that there was tension in every single muscle of her body.

"Look at her, poor luv, she's shaking!" she looked at Bill contemptuously, "Bomb my arse!!!!"

He didn't have time to look embarrassed as he was rooting around in Bandy's box for something that might switch off the controls to the vibrators. The vibrators that had been switched on by Sheila's unwitting movement of the switch.

He looked up briefly and saw an odd look on her face; part triumph at proving him wrong, part concern for the nameless, faceless, rubber mannequin who seemed to be undergoing the tortures of the damned. .

As the vibrators hummed and Bandy tensed and moaned as best she could, another sound became audible. Best described as the noise a marshmallow makes when slapped hard with a ruler, it seemed to come at regular thirty second intervals and caused the rubber doll to buck and to moan even more loudly.

"What the fuck is that?"

This time he didn't look up.

"I think it's the tens unit I was telling you about."

Sheila was very gently running her hands up and down Bandy's tummy and thighs. This seemed to be keeping Bandy as calm as she could be under the circumstances but was not helping Bill very much, so he kept his head buried deeply inside the box which had been Bandy's home.

"So let's get this straight. You reckon she's got a vibrator in her puss and one in her bum and that they're both on right now and on top of that she's getting shocked as well!" He nodded, " BOMB!!!" she spat the word at him. "The only thing that's likely to explode round here is her poor little puss at this rate! Fancy getting your clit shocked!"

He sighed.

"I very much doubt that who ever did this would apply pads directly onto her clitoris. They're more likely fixed to the big muscle round her bottom – the Gluteus Maximus, which would make everything contract, send the muscles into a kind of spasm and make the whole thing that much more pleasurable."

Sheila looked up at the tensed, moaning, mannequin who was beginning to rock more and more violently against her restraints and then turned her gaze on the back of Bill's head.

"And how comes you're an expert in what is and isn't pleasurable to women all of a sudden, Biggus Shittus?" she said, her voice dripping with even more

contempt than previously. Finally he raised his head from out of the box, gazed steadily at Bandy for a few seconds and then, with a small grin beginning to play around the corners of his mouth, said,

"Okay, Clittus Giganticus, look at her right now and tell me, honestly, what you see. And if you can't see a woman who's a hairs breadth away from an orgasm or who might even be having a lot of little ones, then I won't bloody believe you!"

"Bollocks!"

"Look at her!"

"I don't need to I'm holding on to her!"

"Yeah and what's that doing for you?"

"WHAAT!" She shouted the last word in order to make it rise above the noise of the vibrators, the tens unit and Bandy's moans. It stood to reason, therefore, that at the precise moment that she shouted, everything else would come to an abrupt halt.

She stared at him in amazement. All now was silent, apart from Bandy's assisted breathing which seemed louder and faster than ever. Sheila put a protective hand on hers.

"All right sweetheart! All right. Calm down now, calm down! You're safe. You're safe now Bandy, just calm down now pet. Oh bugger me! I wish I knew what her real name was. This is bloody daft!" Although the rubber doll stood a good six inches taller than her, by standing on tip toe Sheila was able to get an arm around her shoulders and do her best to comfort her, even though she stood, once more, immobile and emotionless in front of them. "Can't we get her out of this contraption?" she asked, turning to Bill once more," We might be able to stop the vibrators then."

He looked over at the couch, to the abandoned circular saw that was lying there and shrugged his shoulders to no one in particular, and then he began to move forward.

"What you doing?"

"The only thing I CAN do. I'll have to cut her out." Sheila looked hard at him, but for once her mouth remained shut although she did bite her lower lip.

He had retrieved the saw and was just reaching Bandy's box when a there was a faint humming sound. Sheila drew a quick breath and clutched at the rubber doll expecting the vibrators to come on at any second, but Brandy remained quiet. The humming noise, however, was persistent and it was only when Sheila looked down that she saw what was happening. The smoke from Bandy's original entrance still lay about six inches deep on the floor like a kind of domestic ground fog but she could clearly see that the front part of the box directly in front of Bandy was, very slowly, beginning to lower itself.

A hissing sound became apparent now too. More smoke, this time red, was issuing high into the air from a tiny nozzle just to Bandy's right while the front of the box continued to descend. Sheila was already beginning to cough.

"For Chrissake Bill open a window, she's okay, she can breath, but we're likely to choke to death!" But Bill stood fixed to the spot a few inches away from the source of the smoke. "Bill. Bill! Er, HELLO? Anyone home?"

He was talking. As much to himself as to anyone else.

"That's it! Same thing every time. Classic misdirection! They don't want us to see what's actually happening, so they blind us with science - or in this case smoke."

Sheila had given up the struggle to stay on tiptoe and seeing that Bandy appeared to be in no immediate danger she had relaxed and settled instead for maintaining a tight grip on her left, mittened, hand. She looked at him questioningly.

"Who doesn't want us to see what? Did you smoke a lot of dope when you were younger? That's supposed to make you paranoid you know. First it was bombs, now it's invisible people. What next?"

His total disregard for her bordering on the suicidal, he walked past Sheila as if she wasn't there, through billowing red smoke to the couch, where he once more dropped the saw and then on towards the large picture window that looked out on to the small cobbled street and the canal below. Throwing it as wide open as he could, he turned back to face the room and Bandy and spreading his legs slightly and enunciating slowly and clearly, he seemed to fix his eyes on a point somewhere in the middle of the room.

"I've opened this window and then I'm going to turn on the extractor fans in the kitchen and then I'm going to open every window in the rest of the place and if someone doesn't notice red smoke issuing from a flat in a high rise twelve floors up and get the Police and the Fire Brigade here fairly quickly then I'd be extremely surprised!"

Sheila realised that he was staring at the box. She followed his gaze and in the bright noon sunlight caught a glimpse of something shiny about halfway down the left side.

Bandy's breathing had returned to an approximation of normal but it was still coarse and rasping through the breathing mask that clung to her face and prevented speech.

Bill stood silently watching the smoke issuing from the side of the box but he was also watching and studying the shiny object in its side. For a few seconds nothing happened but then, as suddenly as it had started, the smoke stopped.

Sensing that Bandy was in no immediate danger, Sheila moved round to join her partner.

"What's going on?"

"Mmmm?" he seemed to come out of his reverie and take notice of her for the first time in some minutes," Oh! Well I think they saw reason!"

Sheila could not hide her scepticism.

"Who saw reason? The fairies? The pixies? The little green men hovering above us in a flying saucer?"

He smiled benignly.

"No, silly! The people on the other end of the spy cam that's watching us from about halfway down that box!"

She looked again at the small, shiny circular object set into the side of the jet black box, then at the man standing beside her and then at the box again. She moved forward and crouched down. She peered into the tiny circular hole and saw that it was covered in glass and then she turned and looked back at Bill.

"And we can be seen through this?" she asked, disbelief rampant in her voice.

"Mmm. Probably a fish eye lens. Probably covers the whole of this room. There are probably more as well!"

She raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Where?"

He looked around the room, at the box and at Bandy who was currently standing darkly, silent and motionless once more, inside it, her hands loosely by her sides like an automaton whose current had been switched off. A being with no obvious life force. And yet the more he looked at her, the more he felt that he was being watched, even though he was convinced that she was currently sightless.

"Well," he said slowly, "You could try Bandy's helmet for starters."

Sheila came slowly upright. He couldn't help noticing how feline she looked as she moved towards Bandy on bare feet, like a cat stalking a mouse, her head held slightly back as if she was trying to avoid imaginary rays from the helmet. The sun had gone behind a cloud for a second and when it emerged she saw it immediately, sparkling in the light, a small circular hole covered in glass at the very top of Bandy's fibreglass head.

She studied it carefully for a few seconds and then stalked back towards him. When she was no more than a few inches from him she said in a hoarse whisper.

"So someone is watching every thing we do, right?"

He nodded and replied just as quietly.

"Mmm. There's probably at least one more inside the box, keeping a watch on Bandy when she's in transit."

Sheila nodded as much to herself as to anyone else. Taking it all in.

"And can they hear us as well?"

He looked at her archly.

"Well the smoked stopped fairly quickly, didn't it?"

She didn't reply, she just moved even closer to him and then she turned her head so she was looking into Bandy's vacant eye sockets. He could sense that she was up to something but Sheila remained, as usual, completely unpredictable. When she spoke it was as loudly and as clearly as he had spoken earlier.

"So you like to watch do you? Whoever you are. Been having a good laugh at us behaving like Pratts have you?" She stole a quick glance at Bill and then her voice deepened and darkened. "Okay! Well if you like watching, watch this!"

Without warning she leaned forward, took his face in both hands and kissed him full on the mouth. At the same time she insinuated her warm, soft, body against his. He could smell her shampoo, it really did smell of herbs and fruit, and he could smell her, that warm inviting smell that she seemed to exude even when she was at her most pugnacious. But pugnacious was not the word to describe her right now.

Her lips were soft, moist and inviting and he couldn't help but think of other parts of her that were just as soft, just as moist and just as inviting. She was rubbing against him now. Sliding a bare foot up and down his left calf. Easing against him until they were crutch to crotch and then beginning to gyrate and writhe. Not humping but an insistent rubbing. An insistent rubbing that she knew could only create one ultimate reaction in him. And it was happening already.

She had her arms around him now. Thrown around him in almost total abandonment. He could have pushed her away. He had in the past when she had gone too far but somehow it didn't seem right this time. It wasn't as if they had a LIVE audience and it was also unusual for Sheila, although an undeniably passionate person, to have reached this stage quite so quickly, although he thought that he could understand the reason for her sudden fervour.

She was tugging gently at his hair with one hand, while the other was running its way down his tummy and then stroking the area just above his belt. He could guess at its ultimate destination. Aware that the camera could not see all of their movements he slipped his own hand between them and very gently soothed it against the crotch of her faded blue jeans. It had the desired effect. Sheila broke the kiss threw her head back until she was looking directly into his eyes and said in a voice that was strangely deep and husky,

"Fuck me! Bend me over the table and fuck me right now!" he put his hand firmly behind her head and pulled her to him again, whilst the other began to tug at the belt of her jeans and at that precise moment, Bandy began to move hesitantly forward.

*

The doctor patient/ relationship was taking on a new meaning in Doctor Chaudhari's surgery and it was Allison, once again, who broke away, breathlessly.

"Look this is all very well" She ran a hand through her hair to try to smooth it out, "But shouldn't we do this examination while my blood pressure's still fairly low?"

"And your genitals are only slightly moist?" Queried the doctor smoothing down her dress. If she had hoped to see Ally blush, she was disappointed.

They had been kissing, amongst other things, for nearly half an hour and she knew that Allison was quite right. She stole a glance at the half Goth, half punk, Australian standing in front of her and became suddenly business like, but there was a twinkle in her eye.

"Okay Miss Pearson, let's do what you came for – take your clothes off!"

Ally looked at her just a little longer and a little harder than she might otherwise.

"Got a cubicle," she said slowly, "You know, somewhere I can change?"

The doctor shook her head.

"Don't need one! When I say take your clothes off Allison, I mean take your clothes off, right here and right now!" There was no mistaking the lascivious expression on her face, but Ally was not one to turn down a challenge. The leather jerkin was already being placed carefully on the back of the nearest chair.

She was staring straight at the doctor.

"And would you like me to do a dance as well?' She asked quietly, unbuttoning the cuffs of her blouse as she did so

"I don't think we've got time right now, do you?" Said Doctor Chaudhari, folding her arms in front of her, "but maybe another time. I can just see you as a slave girl in a harem!"

"Can you really?" asked Ally, not taking her eyes away from the doctor's but pulling gently at her blouse to loosen it from her skirt at the same time "And would that involve chains by any chance?" It was the doctor's turn to lick her lips. Ally was unbuttoning the white blouse now. When she finished she pulled it fully open to reveal shapely breasts nestling in a black strapless bra.

Vicki Chaudhari's mouth seemed to fall open just a little, but her voice never wavered.

"Oh yes. Little slave girls HAVE to wear chains!" Allison's hands were behind her back, she unfastened the bra first time, cupped her breasts and fondled them gently for a few moments and then took hands and bra away to reveal them naked, the nipples proud and erect. She looked at Vicki for a second and then moved a little closer. Parting her legs slightly, she stood in front of the doctor, unbuttoned and unzipped her short, black leather skirt and let it fall to the floor, to land in a small heap at her ankles.

She put her hands on her hips. Vicki looked her up and down She was wearing long black stockings, stockings that complimented her long legs and plump, swelling calves and thighs perfectly. Her suspender belt was short and skimpy and semi transparent as where her panties which were little more than a thong. That she did not trim or shave her pubic hair was obvious from where the doctor was standing.

Black shiny ankle boots, black stockings, black suspender belt and a black thong were the only items of clothing that Allison Pearson still wore and it did not seem to concern her in the slightest.

"And what do you do with your little slave girls when you've got them chained up?" she asked coquettishly, putting her head to one side.

The doctor smiled,

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Now come here and take my dress off!"

*

Linda stared at the long flesh coloured monstrosity that Sarah held in front of her,

"Fuck me it must be a foot!" Sarah shook her head seriously

"No, no, it's a huge plastic cock!" And then unable to contain herself any longer she laughed at her own joke, but was unable to prevent herself from blushing at the same time, "It's all right Lindy Lou, it really is, I'll be very gentle!" She studied the more than life like representation of a penis that she held in her hands, "It'll all go in, I promise!"

Linda opened her mouth to protest but, her reflexes heightened by the thought of what she was going to do to her friend, Sarah put down the dildo, picked up the gag and thrust it forcefully between Linda's lips. She tried to spit and shake it out, but as both her arms and her legs were tied tightly to the bed, she was totally unable to prevent Sarah from buckling it tightly back in place.

Now that Sarah was once more in control she ran her hands across Linda's tummy and could feel Goosebumps rising as she did so.

"I was going to blindfold you," She said reflectively, looking into Linda's eyes as she said it. Eyes that reflected many emotions, from anger to defiance, to anticipation and even a little fear but her gaze was steady, there was also a lot more than the possibility of retribution there. Something Sarah had learned to relish.

"But I think you'd prefer to watch." Linda lay motionless. More than six feet of voluptuous, naked woman, tied up and at the mercy of her partner. Something that was unusual for both of them, but something that they were both coming to enjoy. Although the expression on Linda's face at that moment suggested anything but enjoyment.

Sarah leaned in close to Linda. So close that she could feel her warm breath on her cheek. She picked up the dildo.

"I WAS going to use lubricant on this," she said, holding it up that they could both study the foot long monster, "But I thought that between us we could lubricate it ourselves!" with that she began to run her tongue delicately up and down the huge penis ":I mean, I don't think this will be anyway near enough but I think that you might be able to help me out a little bit!' She closed her lips around the head of the monstrous dildo, studying Linda's expression as she did so and then she trailed her free hand up and down Linda's tummy. She took the penis out of her mouth and dribbled saliva on to it.

"See, I think you're going to be a little bit wet yourself," she said gleefully. Linda stared at her and slowly shook her head, her eyes wide with horror. Sarah smiled, still holding the dildo in one hand, she ran her other down to Linda's patch of pubic hair, caressed it fleetingly and then eased a gentle finger between her wide open legs. Her face immediately became a picture of triumph.

"See Linda," She said, her face wreathed in smiles, " Your eyes say no…but your CUNT says yes!" Unused to using such language, Sarah blushed bright red and then eased another finger inside Linda's wetness causing Linda to close her eyes and moan loudly into her gag.

*

The doctor looked at her "patient".

"Well? Don't just stand there, little slave girl, do as you're told!" Allison moved forward a little stiffly, a smile playing on her lips. She stood directly in front of Doctor Chaudhari.

"And exactly whose little slave girl am I supposed to be?" She said, looking deep into Vicki's eyes. Vicki did not flinch.

"Mine!" she said almost breathlessly, "You're my little slave girl now and in future you call me MISS Vicki as a mark of respect!" It was Allison's turn not to flinch.

"Oh, so it's respect you want is it?" Said Ally dropping to her knees, "Well if it's respect you want…." She crouched as low as she could and began to lightly lick at Vicki's left boot. Taken by surprise Vicki could do little but watch her intently. Watch as she fluttered her tongue delicately against the toe and then began to work her way gently up towards the knee, her head bobbing, her tongue still fluttering, whilst she wondered exactly what it would feel like when that tongue met the bare flesh above her boot.

She shivered involuntarily.

"That's enough, little slave girl," She said gently, "That's more than enough!" She could feel a tensioning somewhere near her lower back and she had the definite feeling that she was becoming more than a little moist. She bent down, took hold of the supplicant's chin and pulled gently upward, communicating wordlessly with her, informing her that she wanted her in a standing position.

Ally raised herself slowly until her eyes were level with those of her new Mistress.

"Well?" she said quietly, "Was that respectful enough for ya?" Vicki studied her long and hard and then her face broke into a broad grin.

"Yes. Yes it was, my little slave girl. It was very respectful…but I think we'll have a little less mouth from you in future and you still haven't done what you were told. I think you will definitely be punished for that… at some point."

Ally licked her lips. She moved behind the doctor and began to unbutton her dress. When finished she lowered it so that her new mistress could step delicately out of it. When Vicki turned to face her new slave, the expression on Ally's face was all she needed to see, because Doctor Chaudhari now stood in front of her completely naked apart from a pair of black and shiny, high heeled, knee high boots.

*

She heard him curse quite roundly, but softly, under his breath and she felt very much the same way as they broke to watch what Bandy was doing. Slowly and very, very carefully she was moving forward, head erect, hesitantly but surely, out of the box. Without thinking, he going to one side, she to the other, they both rushed to her aid. There was a sibilant hissing noise coming from somewhere inside the box but thankfully there was no smoke this time.

They each took a hand and helped the seemingly blind, deaf and speechless rubber doll to leave the confines of her box for the first time. She moved a few paces forward and then stopped abruptly not to move again, almost as if she were under instruction of some kind.

Now they could take stock. Now they could get a better look inside the box and see how she had been confined. But the intelligence that was at work behind Bandy was ahead of them once more. As Bill bent down to look inside, the front flap that had lowered itself to let Bandy out now began to raise itself upward and the lids that had previously been sticking straight out of the sides and into the air were once again being lowered into their original position. Bandy's home was certainly not open to inspection for the time being.

Sheila was now able to study Bandy even more closely than before. Her skin glistened still and her hands slipped against the black latex covering.

"You know what I think this is?" she said to the still kneeling Bill who was still trying, unsuccessfully to gain access to the box. He shook his head. "I think it's some sort of lubricant. Something that doesn't rot latex like other lubricants do and something that would stop her sticking to the air bags when she's inside the box."

He eased himself into a standing position. "What about her feet?"

Now it was Sheila's turn to sink to her knees.

"Mmm. Look at this!" As they had noticed before, Bandy's legs seemed to be held tightly together and there were indeed small tight bands of rubber at her thighs and above and below her knees and at her ankles that prevented her moving her legs at all, the only way she could move was by shuffling her feet from side to side like an enormous penguin. Sheila looked up at him questioningly,

"And then they sprayed the liquid latex on top?" He nodded. It was now apparent also that Bandy was not as tall as she had appeared to be inside in the box. Although her latex "leggings" finished just below her ankles, her feet were almost bare and her toes were painted, predictably, in ebony black nail polish. But she wore shoes of a kind. Shoes with a very high heel, an enormous arch to the instep and a chamfered platform sole finished in a shiny black patent material.

Sheila, who took an enormous interest in shoes, especially restrictive ones, whistled gently through her teeth.

"Fuck me! Ballet sandals! Like ballet toe boots but probably a bit lighter." She reached out and ran her hand across Bandy's bare feet. "They must be hell to wear!" he watched her but said nothing. He had always admired Sheila's feet and she had always encouraged his mild foot fetish by wearing sandals and thongs and every possible type of shoe that attracted him. He noticed her studying him and saw that there was a cheeky expression on her face.

"Tell you what, might let you buy me a pair after this - if you can afford them of course!" He was going to say that that had never bothered her in the past but then he noticed Bandy's tail.

It had changed.

It was a real tail now and not just an umbilical. It fell to a length of roughly 18 inches behind her and there now appeared to be a small box attached to it.

Sheila, seeing it at the same time as him and with her given propensity to touch things had grasped it in her hands before he could stop her, at the precise moment that the thick fibreglass mask covering her features chose to fall off and crash to the floor landing a few inches away from her head.

© Wallace 2003. The writer wishes to be acknowledged as the author of this piece. This story is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any events or places, real or imaginary, or to any people living or dead.