The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"Is she okay?"

"How the bloody hell should I know? What d'you think this is? Star Trek or something? You think I can wave my magic transponder and she'll…"

It was uncharacteristic of Sarah to be quite this demonstrative and everyone around her was too shocked to tell her that it was a tricorder that she should be waving and not a transponder, all accept one that is.

"Hey! Hey! If you've got a problem 'ave a pop at the person you've got a problem with and stop biting everybody else's poxy head off!"

Sarah went white. Literally white. She touched Allison's hand briefly and was relieved to see her smile back at her and give her a big wink, and then she turned to Liz and said,

"She'll be okay. I think it was a bit too much for her to take in all at once!" And then she stood up and faced Linda, nose to nose.

"And you," She waved a finger at her, "want to shut your damn' gob for once and leave us all in peace, or perhaps you'd like to fight me as well! Oh sorry, I forgot! You have to have your bloody tear gas with you to make it even otherwise you'd get the shit kicked out of you, wouldn't you?"

All of a sudden people surrounded them. Liz had an arm around her, Lady Heather was standing anxiously next to Linda, Vicki Chaudari stood poised to jump in between them, whilst The Bishop, who would have no problem intervening if two men were involved, knew he was out of his depth and stood watching the proceedings with an unusually serious look on his face.

Eventually, and more in sorrow than in anger, Linda said,

"And is that what you really want to do – beat the shit out of me?"

Sarah stood her ground.

"Right now yes! Right now I'd like to be whipping you the way Heather should have done Angela – fucking hard!"

Linda's eyes were locked on to hers.

"And that's what you really want is it?"

Sarah put her hands on her hips and parodied her

"Yes! That's what I want, what I really, really want! Only you haven't got the fucking guts!"

There was a long silence. Finally Linda walked over to the Saint Andrew's cross where Angela was still lying and began to unbuckle her right wrist from the frame, almost immediately Lady Heather was by her side,

"Dumb question, but what are you doing?"

"Can't be two of us on here at the same time!"

"Linda, you need to calm down. You both need to calm down!"

Liz had Vicki on one side of her and a white faced, white knuckled Sarah on the other.

"Vicki," Liz hissed, " Is this sort of thing normal?"

"Of course it's not normal!" She snapped, "It's very abnormal and it goes against virtually every rule and," She added as an afterthought," I don't want it filmed either!" She turned to Sarah who stood silently watching Linda taking a still fairly blissed out Angela down from the cross "You can't do this you know!"

Sarah continued to stare straight ahead for a few seconds and then with almost robotic precision she turned her head to look at Vicki and she looked at her with a long hard unblinking stare.

"Why?" She was beyond anger now. Vicki had never seen her like this and, she suspected, neither had anyone else in the immediate vicinity apart maybe from Linda herself. She tried again,

"Sarah you must never whip a person in anger. It goes against all the rules. It…"

Still impassive, still speaking quietly but now staring off into the middle distance, Sarah said,

"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking kid! If you don't want to watch – then get out!"

*

They stood facing one another. The naked and still dopey Angela lolling in Linda's arms. Even Linda had never seen Sarah quite so determined.

"We can do it here if you want. Put her down and…"

"And what? Fight you here?"

Sarah simply stared whilst Linda handed Angela over to Vicki. "Put her in the cage eh? She'll be goin' in there later anyway." She turned back to Sarah. "No! You wanna beat me, so you might as well do it and get it over with!" She was already taking off her leather coat. "Heather. Can you do us a favour and go and get my black sandals? They're a bit muddy, but I ain't doing this barefoot." Heather knew it was too late for reason and she picked up the coat that Linda had discarded and went to look for her sandals.

Liz was determined to make one last effort; she touched Sarah lightly on the arm,

"Sarah, you're not thinking straight right now. Come and have a coffee or something. At least come outside and think before you…" When Sarah looked at her, she felt somehow as if her soul was being searched.

"Don't worry, " She said quietly, "I'll leave enough for you!" And then she walked off to the other side of the room and began to unlace her shoes.

*

Lady Heather, with Linda's shoes in her hand, saw Vicki Chaudhari coming down the corridor also carrying a pair of shoes She waited at the door to the studio and Vicki looked up at her anxiously.

"We ought to stop this you know."

Lady Heather looked thoughtful

"It might not be SUCH a bad thing. At least we'll be there and we can stop it if it gets out of hand and, you never know, once Sarah realises what she's actually doing, she might come to her senses and stop."

"Is that what Linda's hoping d'you think?"

Lady Heather shook her head.

"I don't know what Linda's thinking, just because there's a superficial resemblance doesn't mean we're identical twins or something!" But deep down inside, she knew that this was Linda's way of evening the score, of somehow letting Sarah achieve retribution for her earlier mistake.

Vicki sighed.

"Okay. But I'm not happy. I'm going to see how Ally is and then I'll move her, she seems very calm right now and I want to keep her that way."

Lady Heather nodded perfunctorily and opened the door.

*

"Ally? Ally! Are you okay sweetheart?"

Ally looked at Vicki uncertainly for a few moments and then she said,

"Yeah! Course I am. Had a couple of shocks back there but I'm fine. I really am. How do I look?"

Vicki told her the truth.

"Strange but gorgeous, really, really stunning. Liz got one of the make up artists to take a look at you and she hasn't done a lot, just enough for the next few hours. Ally you really look lovely and I'm going to let you see for yourself in a minute, but I want to take you out of here first."

Ally tried to sit up and look around, but she couldn't

"Yeah! What's going on?"

Vicki pecked her on the cheek.

"I'll tell you about it later, you've had a busy day and you've got an even busier one tomorrow, " She looked instinctively at her watch, "Or rather, later today, so I want you to myself for a few minutes, okay?"

Allison smiled,

"Okay." and Vicki Chaudhari hugged her.

*

She knew what she was in for. She had known for weeks. From the night that she first met Phil Bishop in the pub in the Charing Cross Road, and any gaps that Phil had left had been filled in later by Linda and Sarah.

But now was the moment of truth, when it all started to happen in earnest and although it wouldn't be the first time for some things it most certainly would be for others.

Her helplessness excited her as she approached the strange orange "chair". She knew that if she didn't want to go through with this, if she felt that it was all too much, she only had to shake her head three times and the gag would be unbuckled and as soon as she gave the code word "red", everything would stop.

It perhaps exited her more that her destiny rested entirely in her own hands, that she had, for once, complete control over her fate and she felt excitement mixed with elation and almost complete and utter freedom as Vicki Choudhari led her naked and barefoot with her hands manacled firmly behind her and a large ball gag forcing her mouth open and inhibiting her speech, past little groups of technicians, past their lights, past the sound crew and the cameramen to the orange chair and her ultimate fate. And far from being afraid, as she had expected, or even apprehensive, Allison found that she didn't actually want it to stop.

*

Linda wasn't paying much attention to Sarah as she undressed in the studio. In fact she had her back to her. She slipped off her boots and put them carefully on the floor in the knowledge that dropping them carelessly would suggest that she was concerned and anxious to get on with the thing. Likewise she unbuttoned her black silk shirt slowly and carefully, revealing her black and red Janet Reger half cup bra and was about to pull it out of her trousers when she saw Lady Heather coming into view.

"What do YOU want?"

"Hey! I've come to help you, you ungrateful bitch. Now give me that blouse and I'll fold it!" She reacted to Linda's unspoken question. "I told you, I've come to help. Looks like you need all you can get right now. Does Sarah know what to do by the way or is she just going to flog you raw?"

*

"If you insist on helping then can you give me those shoes next to my holdall. Yes, that big black bag back there…"

Vicki Chaudhari stopped as if shot and looked back at Sarah.

"And who's talking to who like a kid now?"

Sarah, almost the old Sarah, looked at her openly,

"I'm sorry Vicki and I'm sorry I swore at you earlier as well."

Vicki took a couple of paces towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Then stop this now. You're not backing down you're just…"

A glimmer of a smile scudded across Sarah's face.

"Being what? Being sensible? Good old sensible Sarah, she takes, she gives, she turns a blind eye to Linda's little dalliances. The ones with her best friend that she doesn't even notice, that she doesn't think I notice or even care about. Well I do Vicki. I do! I used to turn a blind eye to her and Sheila but this new one. No! Not Liz! That's just going too far and I don't blame Liz either, I really don't! As far as I can see I've got two options, I can walk out or I can do this and show her that I'm not just something to wipe your feet on on the way in from work! Whatever way I'm going to lose her, but I'd rather do it now and take the responsibility than be forever worrying about what she might do in the future…"

Vicki expected her to cry, but she didn't, instead she turned her back so that Vicki could unzip her uniform and then she shrugged it off and into the outstretched hands of Vicki Chaudhari revealing the fact that she was not only wearing sheer black stockings but that she was also wearing a Victoria's Secret black bra, and matching panties and suspender belt trimmed with lace, as well.

Vicki had placed the black patent leather shoes with the four-inch heel carefully in front of her and all she had to do was to literally step into them. She ran a hand through her fluffy blonde hair and looked at Vicki.

"How do I look? No, don't answer that! Let's go and see what Heather's got to offer me shall we?"

*

A red and black half-cup brassiere with matching tanga briefs were all that Linda now wore. She sat down on a handy box and reached for her shoes, and then she looked up at Lady Heather,

"You've cleaned these!"

"Uh huh, can't have you going to the ball covered in mud now can we!"

She eased her feet into both shoes, not bothering to undo the straps at the heels.

"Thanks!"

She looked up absently and saw The Bishop sorting through a collection of whips to the left of the cross

"What's HE up to?" She said a little more pointedly than was necessary.

"HE, " Said Lady Heather, slightly indignantly, "Is trying to find the best thing for an amateur to use that isn't going to leave you covered in bruises or cut your skin to ribbons or both when she beats you with it!"

Linda looked up at her and said, without a trace of irony,

"Must be my lucky day!"

*

It was like some strange kind of duel. Except that duellists tended to wear more clothes.

As duels went this would have warmed the cockles of a fetishist's heart.

Unfortunately, with Angela and Ally safely removed to the main studio and the crew all locked outside only Phil Bishop remained, as a sort of unofficial judge, to see it.

Linda stood to the left of the cross wearing just her Janet Reger underwear and sandals supported by Lady Heather in riding boots white jodhpurs and white blouse, while to the right stood Sarah in her black stockings, bra, panties and suspenders with Vicki Chaudhari in a little black cocktail dress and black seamed stockings.

Standing between them, feeling overdressed in black shirt and black fatigues and a silver tie The Bishop eyed both parties warily.

"Well this isn't quite Regent's Park or wherever it was that they used to hold these things, but we DO have a doctor present," He inclined his head toward Vicki Chaudhari," And to make this as formal as possible, I think that it is only fair that I ask both parties if they wish to continue and point out that, should either decline so to do, there will be NO stigma and NO shame, in fact I and the rest of the people gathered here would positively welcome it!" There was a long pause, "So, therefore, I am going to ask each participant if they are absolutely sure that they want to this to carry on."

The large white room with glass-panelled roof was deathly silent. Now that the camera crew's lighting had been turned off, the light was much easier on the eyes. The wind still whistled round the building and howled occasionally and the odd tree branch would beat against the roof but otherwise all was quiet and still.

The Bishop turned to Linda and said quietly

"Linda are you sure that you wish to continue?"

There was no hesitation,

"Yes!" She said equally quietly, staring him straight in the eye.

He then turned to Sarah.

"Sarah are you now absolutely sure that you wish to continue?"

Sarah looked at him for a moment, obviously mindful of the fact that his question to her had been worded differently. Then she looked away from him and looking down at the floor, nodded her head.

The Bishop clasped his hands in front of him like a preacher preparing to deliver a sermon.

"I am sorry Sarah, but I must be able to hear you answer so that there can be no doubt… I will ask the question again… Sarah… are you absolutely sure that you wish to continue?" There was no hesitation and this time she looked directly at Linda.

"Yes I wish to continue!" And then the room became silent once more

The Bishop looked very serious.

"Very well. But with regard to safety, Sarah, I am appointing myself Judge, by no other power than my own, and if I so deem that you are hitting Linda in a forbidden area or that you have landed too many blows in one place, then I shall order you to stop and if I further believe that Linda has taken too much punishment or that that punishment could lead to permanent injury then I will order you to stop completely and you will put down whatever instrument you are using immediately and move away from the area. Do you understand?"

Sarah nodded at first and then corrected herself and said,

"Yes!" A little louder than she needed to.

The Bishop lowered his voice,

"I don't think I need to tell either of you, that I think this is totally unnecessary and I caution you, Sarah, that you should never ever strike another person with any instrument in anger, but, as both your minds appear to be made up, then I wish you, Linda, good luck and ask you, Sarah, to have mercy!"

As The Bishop walked towards the various implements that he had laid out, Lady Heather touched him lightly on the arm and whispered,

"Darling, that was positively Messianic!"

He grinned self deprecatingly,

"Yes well," He touched his nose with his index finger, a gesture characteristic of him " short of a burning bush or two, I can't see much else stopping either of them!" And he walked away from her shaking his head.

*

Not conscious of her state of undress, Sarah studied the array of implements before her in much the same way as she would if she were out on a Saturday afternoon buying clothes.

She picked up the light rubber spanking paddle with the holes drilled in it and put it down just as quickly. Then she looked at a heavy rubber flogger for a few moments before picking it up. She weighed it in her hands, she put it to her nose and inhaled and then bought it up to her cheek held it there, Letting the soft flesh rub against it whilst The Bishop watched over her, almost priest like in his intensity.

Vicki and Lady Heather meanwhile, were securing Linda to the cross. Being the taller of the two, Lady Heather was fastening her arms whilst lower down Vicki had already encountered a problem,

"What are we going to do with this "plug" thing?" She said, eyeing the smooth wet dowel that had been the cause of Angela's' excitement for some considerable time previously.

Sarah spun round on her heel.

"She won't need that!" She snapped and turned back to the whips again.

*

It felt strange as they helped her to lie down on the chair and began to fasten her tightly to it. Soon both her wrists and her ankles were shackled to the skeletal extensions and she could feel immediately how disorientating it was.

With just the minimal but ergonomically designed backboard holding her in place Ally felt as if she were floating in midair, which she almost was.

The orange painted "chair" was designed to give access to virtually any part of her body whilst maintaining her in strict immobile bondage. Inspired originally by "The Man Who Fell To Earth" the chair had been a work in progress in The Bishop's workshop for several years but with the fruition of the Box project he had suddenly realised the need to finish it and so, using whoever happened to be available at the time, often one of his hapless team who just happened to be bringing him coffee, usually either Heather or Angela, the chair had been completed,

Not only did it move up and down like a conventional dentist's chair, it could swing around on its own axis so that the unfortunate subject could be tilted through the full three hundred and sixty degrees.

Using very thin versions of standard car seat belts The Bishop was able to strap his subject in at waist and shoulders whilst using more conventional leather straps at the wrists and the ankles. There was also a forehead strap to keep the head in line with the backboard.

It took Vicki, Sarah, Linda and The Bishop nearly 15 minutes to make sure that Ally was firmly strapped and pinioned to the chair before The Bishop was satisfied that they were ready to test it.

Fifteen minutes of grunting and groaning. Of hands all over her body. Soft female hands for the most part. Of muttered "sorries" and "excuse me's" when they touched a part that they weren't intending to touch. Particularly The Bishop who, despite his attempts to portray himself as a roué, became highly embarrassed when touching a stray nipple whilst trying to tighten a nut. Coming face-to-face, or rather cheek-to-cheek, with Ally's bare buttocks whilst trying to fit the emergency bulb didn't seem to help matters either.

"Okay! Vicki take her gag out please, I want to know that she's okay while we run the test." For some reason Ally blinked when Vicki took out her gag. It may have been reality finally dawning because it was as if for the first time that she saw all the people around her. The sound crew, the cameramen, the technicians, Angela high and dry on the cross on the other side of the room, naked gagged and plugged. She had her back to Ally but she didn't seem to be in any distress and then there were all the people watching her intently in the garish lighting, which did nothing to detract from the fact that she was stark naked.

The Bishop smiled.

"Ally, it's all downhill from hereon in. All you have to do is lay back and just let it happen but I'm going to rotate it a few times to make sure you're okay and that you don't get airsick, " His grin widened, "Then we're all systems go! Now once we're sure everything is okay then Heather will gag you and Vicki will give you back your little rubber lifeline!" Vicki who was standing to one side of the apparatus holding the bulb that had previously been fitted to the wheel chair and which had now been jacked into the side of the huge orange device in which she was now enveloped.

Picking up the remote control he smiled once more,

" Ready for take off? Good luck Ally!" And, slowly at first, and with the minimum of noise the chair began to move.

An upward, (or was it downward) movement to start with, her head falling gracefully towards the floor and her feet being lifted high, high into the air. She looked at her toes and wiggled them experimentally as she realised that she was now standing on her head and then she was, not falling exactly but arcing smoothly forward (or was it backward) completely unable to move otherwise, controlled jointly by the chair into which she was strapped and by the operator.

She pondered on that for a moment and wondered what would happen if Angela, rather than being strapped naked to the cross as she now was, should gain control of the remote. She shuddered. She was sure that that there was a speed control and she envisaged zooming round and round stark naked, helpless and gagged and at the mercy of a giggling Angela and she moistened suddenly and considerably.

Off to her left Liz was standing next to Linda. She guessed that right now they must be in mid interview and that they were talking about her. Trevor the cameraman seemed to be following her every movement and she idly wondered if he were getting dizzy. Over on the right, Ted, the other cameraman, was filming Lady Heather and Angela and now Liz and Linda were walking over to them and…

"Okay Ally, that all seems fine. We're going try the side controls now…"

There was a deeper sound and the chair shuddered a little and then it stopped with her head nearest the floor and her bare feet sticking up into the air again

She wiggled her toes again and thought about toe rings. Something that she had never countenanced before. Maybe two on each foot, one on the big toe and…one not on the big toe…

She felt light and without a care in the world, despite her strange attitude, or perhaps because of it. And then, from her unusual viewpoint she saw Vicki coming into shot as it were and kneeling beside her. She wasn't gagged, she could speak if she wanted to but somehow she didn't want to.

She liked being like this. She liked, she had to admit, being the centre of attention, even if she was the centre of only one person's attention. A person who even now was running a finger lightly across her chest and causing her nipples to stick up playfully as if wanting to pop their heads up and play.

Vicki licked a finger, sliding it in and out of her glossily lipsticked O of a mouth more times than was absolutely necessary and then ran it delicately down her tummy from nipples to naval. Ally shuddered

Then she was licking that finger again. Paying even more attention to it than before and with her forehead strapped down the way it was Ally was a captive audience.

"I wonder if she sucks cock like that?" She thought idly. And then wondered if she should feel jealous. She didn't.

And then Vicki was moving her head forward and mouth was replacing finger and for the first time in her life Ally was having her nipples, or rather, nipple, sucked by another woman and it felt marvellous.

Soft warm breath, delicate tongue, and just a gentle sucking. Gentle and restful and Oh, so wonderful.

"I'm sorry to trouble you ladies but we really must get on!" Ally almost expected the Bishop to put his hand to his mouth and cough discreetly like a butler, but he didn't.

Vicki let go but moved her wet pouting lips to Ally's cheek and brushed them against it sending shivers down her spine.

"Well Liz said it looked like you were being spit roasted earlier, so let's see, shall we?"

The Bishop touched a button on his remote control pad and with a slight grinding noise Ally began to turn sideways just like a chicken being roasted on a spit.

"How does it feel?" He called. But Ally was too lost to answer. Vicki had already pressed the emergency button into her hand and she had the power to stop the thing if she wanted to. Becoming bolder by the second the Bishop decided to bring in the up and down motion again.

And it was strange so very, very, strange.

Here she was, what was that song? Floating in my tin can? Yeah! David Bowie again, full marks! Only she wasn't in a tin can she was in an iron or steel or alloy skeleton, naked and able to move only the slightest of muscles, whirling and turning and she couldn't do a damn thing about it!

And neither did she want to.

And her nipples were hard as bullets as the air hit them as she turned over and over and her pussy, well, her pussy must be running everywhere. At least that's what it felt like as she slowly orbited the Bishop and Vicki for the umpteenth time

"I think she's enjoying her self far too much!" The Bishops voice came floating through the ether, "Time we gagged her and got down to some serious torment!"

She turned over and over feeling her hair falling away from her and then flopping back onto her face and remembering that this would be the last time for some while that she would be feeling that particular sensation but she didn't really care.

.

TO BE CONTINUED

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