The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Would you really have licked my pussy if I'd have asked?"

Liz tutted and continued turning and turning the steering wheel, hauling the little car round to follow the ambulance which had finally sprung into life and was, even now, heading out of the car park and into the Edgware Road.

She flicked Linda a glance in the driving mirror.

"What a bloody time to start an inquisition!" Then she threw the real Linda, not her mirror image, a pointed stare, "And if you're thinking of using your little friend," She looked quickly down at her crotch, "To force a confession, I wouldn't, unless you really want us both to end up in a bus or something!"

Linda smiled to herself,

"Just wondering that was all!"

"Yeah, well you can keep your wondering to yourself!" She braked gently bringing them to a halt just behind the ambulance and just before the flyover. "If you must know," She said quietly, having had a little time to think, "Then the answer is …I don't know…it's not something I exactly do every day but on the other hand, all the blokes in this industry are too busy sticking white powder up their noses to worry about sticking anything in me!" And then she snorted a short, but not bitter, laugh, "Does that answer your question?" Linda did not have the good grace to hide her smugness.

"So you're gagging for it then!"

She was about to round on her when the lights changed. Her whole body tensed as she slipped the car into gear and all was quiet apart from the gentle clacking of the indicators, then she suddenly relaxed, looked into Linda's smiling face and said,

"Bollocks!" A little less vehemently than she could have done, smiling broadly as she said it and continued following the square white ambulance at a discrete distance through the relatively quiet and rain shiny streets.

*

"How is she?"

Sarah smiled at the suddenly anxious Angela.

"She's fine! Her blood pressure spiked a little while ago but that was just anxiety. She's stable at 120 over 80 now and her pulse is 60 – steady as a rock!"

The ambulance, although a vehicle used primarily by film companies, was in fact a fully working and fitted out model as it was often used for interior shots.

There was a space where wheelchairs could be slotted home securely and Ally had been wheeled into that position as soon as she came on board. Sarah had taken up position next to her and had begun attaching sticky pads to her chest and a cuff to her upper arm. Angela was sitting opposite looking comparatively anxious and Trevor the cameraman was doing his best to stay out of the way and yet continue to record everything that happened from the rear end of the vehicle nearest the double doors.

Sarah leaned forward and spoke quietly into Allison's left ear.

"Ally can you hear me okay?" Sarah suddenly realised just how helpless Allison really was and that she had put her in a dilemma of sorts. There was no way she could speak because of the gag and no way she could nod or indeed move her head in any way because of the restraining straps and if she tried to use the bulb in her hand to communicate it would be taken as a sign of distress. Sarah resolved to come up with a more efficient form of communication should they ever need to do this again

"Ally listen to me! If you can hear me I want you to raise your left hand once." She watched the heavily bandaged figure intently, wondering whether the restraints would actually allow her to move at all but then she saw the blanket rising, she hastily pulled it off of the recumbent figure revealing her restraints and allowing her to see a raised left hand.

"Good girl! " Now I want you to use that sign for yes, okay?" Once again the left hand moved as much as it could against the restraint that held Ally's wrist snugly to the arm of the chair.

Sarah smiled.

"Are you comfortable?"

There was no more than a second's pause and then the hand moved again. Sarah leaned closer. "Now Ally I'm going to ask you another question and this time if you need to say "no" I want you to move your hand twice, okay? Once for yes, twice for no. Understand?"

It was strange. It was very strange. The healthy and exuberant young girl of half an hour ago, reduced now to an anonymous, speechless, sightless figure. Dependent on them for everything.

Once again Ally's thickly bandaged hand acknowledged Sarah's statement with a single movement and she suddenly realised why this felt so familiar, in the past she had communicated with stroke victims in much the same way.

She patted her hand,

"Now Ally I want you to tell me and tell me the truth: Are you feeling frightened or claustrophobic in any way, one for yes two for no!" Angela was watching them expectantly, Trevor, realising that he was unlikely to disturb Ally now, was in the tiny aisle on one knee pointing the camera upwards, getting the hand by which Ally communicated in full shot.

They waited expectantly and the hand finally moved once, Sarah was standing almost immediately and reaching for a pair of blunt ended scissors to start to cut away the bandages.

And then the hand moved again.

Sarah let out a little sigh of relief and she didn't realise that Angela had got up and was now sitting next to Ally on the opposite side to her.

She indicated the bandaged girl and said,

"Can I ask her a question?"

Sarah shrugged her shoulders.

"'Course you can!"

Angela leaned in and touched Ally's cloth swathed face very briefly,

"Hi cutie, it's me, Angela. I just want to ask you one question," she paused for a moment as if somehow expecting the immobile girl to react in some way and then she continued, "Ally, and I want you to tell me honestly, are you feeling horny? Are you just the teeniest bit damp down there? Is your stomach churning? Are you getting goose flesh?"

Sarah made a scoffing noise although deep down it was a question that she had been dying to ask, having had some experience herself. There was a long pause when nothing seemed to happen, almost as if Ally was considering her reply. But when it came it came in spades.

Ally's hand moved as far off the arm of the wheelchair as it possibly could and from the back of her throat came a keening sound. Almost a wail that turned Sarah's legs to jelly. Then she tried to move her head, tried to move it in the merest semblance of a nod, as far as the head restraint would allow and then all movement ceased. As if the effort had been all too much.

Sarah's anxious eyes ran over the monitors, but her blood pressure was steady. Her pulse was up a little at 65 but she was a healthy young girl and it was nothing to worry about.

Then Angela leaned so far forward that it looked as if she was trying to take Allison's ear into her mouth and said in a voice so husky and full of excitement that it made Sarah's spine tingle,

"Would you like me to make you hornier?"

*

"Why have you stopped?"

Linda looked at Liz in surprise. But Liz wasn't talking, at least not to her. She was already on her mobile.

"Alistair? Alistair. Hi! It's Liz. Look we've had a problem and we're going to be late…I don't know, probably about half an hour, shouldn't be much more…yeah, yeah…Now it's top end of Hampstead Heath right? Yeah, yeah I know Jack Straw's Castle … and it's just down the road from there? Okay, okay, that's great. Tell Trevor just to keep filming and I'll be there as soon as. Any messages and I'll deal with them when I get there. Yes Alistair, you ARE in charge but I wouldn't let too many people know that if I were you! Yes. Yes. Yeees! Don't worry about it and I'll be there as soon as I can! Okay. Bye!"

Linda turned to her slightly mystified.

"What's wrong?"

Liz smiled at her,

"What's the matter? Are you worried? Worried I might attack you or something?"

There was a kind of half smile playing at the corners of Linda's mouth but she said nothing.

"Think I might want to get the key back off you and maybe do the same to you?"

Linda didn't move or speak and the half smile stayed stubbornly in place but her silence wasn't fazing Liz.

"Had it occurred to you that I might want to take you up on your offer?"

Motionless still, staring straight at Liz, after what seemed to be an age, Linda finally spoke.

" What? Lick my pussy? Why? Fancy a piece a rough, do ya?"

It caught her off guard. And the whole thing whirled through Liz's mind. It had been hard enough for her to even broach the subject without having it turned on its head in this fashion, she racked her brain for any possibility that what Linda had just said might have been true and that was enough.

Enough time for Linda to strike.

Liz saw her reach a hand into her pocket but it was if she was watching the whole thing on television. It just didn't seem to connect with her reality. With what was going on in the here and now. And when the first wave struck, it doubled her up, not in agony but in sheer pulsating, whirling, pleasure.

And then, as quickly as it struck, it was gone.

Liz tried to gain her composure, tried to look up at Linda, tried to say something, but it hit her again, harder, faster, stronger, than before. She tried to stay upright. Tried not to let her stomach muscles sag, tried to tighten them. But she was already weakened by the very presence of the smooth little J bar and the tiny arm that was constantly rubbing, she thought of it as caressing, her sensitive little clitoris.

So weakened (or was it empowered?) that since she had had the chastity belt forcibly fitted on her nearly five hours ago she had only needed to smoke one single cigarette and she had ground that out after a couple of puffs.

So weakened that just one short burst of the attached vibrating mechanism left her feeling giddy and stupid and wanting to kiss the nearest person and wanting to touch and be touched and hold and be held and many, many other things that she couldn't even begin to put into words.

The vibrations stopped. She was soft and moist and ever so receptive. She didn't need the third burst to do anything that Linda told her – but she got it anyway.

"So you want to lick my pussy do ya?" Linda's voice drifted towards her through the fog of her own emotions.

"Yes! Please! Let me please! I want to! I think I need to! AAAAAARRRGH!"

It was a short sharp and very effective. A single burst, on what appeared to be maximum power that threatened to tear her whole psyche apart.

"Dunno if I should do that! Means I'd be somehow dependent on you then wouldn't it?"

Liz was almost in a panic,

"No! No! 'Course it wouldn't. No! NO! Don't do it again. Please don't do it again… I really think…I really think I'll come if you do!"

Linda could not help but smile.

Not only had she turned the tables on Liz completely but also, for the first time in a very, very, long time, she was actually feeding on someone's emotions, consciously and knowingly gorging herself on Liz's raw and untapped feelings. On her fear and her panic and her excitement.

She sat motionless in the dim glow of the street lamps; they were in a small suburban street with semi-detacheds all around them. It was starting to rain again.

"So you don't want to come again then?"

"No! I mean no. I mean…oh please Linda, not here, not right now pleeease."

Linda was doing the very thing that she totally despised. She was bullying Liz and she was doing it because she could, because she was enjoying it, because it was satisfying her, because it was somehow fulfilling her.

She could not help herself. It was ten thirty or thereabouts. Already upstairs lights were on and curtains were drawn. They would only be exposed for a minute at the most. Linda took a calculated risk.

"Turn round. Face the door. Hands behind your back!"

She did it. She didn't hesitate or argue. She didn't even blink.

Liz just did as she was told.

Under normal circumstances Linda would have said something. Something like "Trust me!" or something similar. But right now she was too wired. Too overdosed on Liz's emotions.

RIGHT NOW SHE DIDN'T CARE WHETHER LIZ TRUSTED HER OR NOT!

"Hold still!" The friend she had met earlier had supplied it. Or rather, she had seen it hanging in an upstairs closet and had asked if she could borrow it and now she was pulling it out of her bag. Soft, black and smelling strongly of leather.

And in one short movement she had it above Liz's head and in seconds it was over her it and she was pulling it snugly down.

The black leather discipline helmet covered her eyes completely because the blindfold that could be snapped on and off was already in place and then she was holding her head in one hand and pushing at the mouth area with the other.

A little calmer now.

Telling her softly to "open", meaning, "open your mouth", and she did. She opened her mouth and the attached pear shaped gag slid smoothly inside and all Linda had to do then was fasten the attached collar and slip the handcuffs from her bag onto her wrists, click them in place. The ratchets engaging seeming to satisfy her somehow and then double locking just to make sure. Just to make doubly sure that her prisoner could not escape.

"You're a randy little bitch! I know you are. And you want to cum! But you don't want this to end. Not yet. You haven't a clue what I'm going to do to you and you don't really care right now do you?"

Silence!

Unedifying, unsatisfying silence!

So she slapped her.

It came out of the blue and she did it because she could. She turned Liz's head; her sightless trusting head and she slapped her. Harder than she should but not hard enough, please God, to hurt. Just to surprise. To stun. To shock!

There wasn't even a yelp!

In seconds she was unlocking the doors and pushing Liz out into the street.

She didn't have much time, she knew that. Then she was out too and her pulse was racing and she had hold of Liz by the forearm and she was propelling her to the hatchback and pulling it open, pushing her inside, pulling down the door and watching the built in shelf cover her, saying "stay there, don't move and don't make a sound!" and closing it with a satisfying clunk and going back, as slowly as she could, to the drivers door, getting in and remembering her seat belt.

Clicking it in place.

Turning the ignition key and feeling it rev smoothly into life. Closing the door almost as an afterthought. Adjusting the seat. Looking in the rear-view mirror. Listening for any signs of distress and then pulling away, one foot on the accelerator, one on the clutch. Blood pounding in her ears.

Adrenaline pumping.

Pussy spasming.

Knickers soaked.

Wanting to rub or just touch her clit, which seemed to be throbbing.

Liz in the back, hidden from view.

Sweating?

Anxious?

Frightened?

Turned on?

All her rules broken in two short minutes.

She wanted to floor the accelerator and screech away from the kerb. But she didn't

All of a sudden common sense and fear kicked in and her hands were trembling. But she didn't know how much of that was from sheer, raw excitement and how much was stark terror.

And then she was away. Away from the kerb and pulling rapidly away from the street in which she had just, to all intents and purposes, kidnapped someone, to take them…

God knows where!

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.