The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Oh! You've put little cotton panties on her. Ah, they're so cute!"

Sarah looked at Angela warily. At the moment she regarded Ally as a patient and her as a fairly loose cannon. It had occurred to Sarah a while ago, that the best thing to do with a loose cannon is to make certain that it is secure.

She frowned,

"Remember her blood pressure and her pulse Angela, we don't want to raise them unnecessarily, so you can take your hand off her thigh and pull down her gown for a start!"

Angela's soft, moist, glossy lips almost pouted.

"It's only because you've got her hooked up to that machine, you wouldn't worry otherwise!"

Sarah became pragmatic.

"Well right now she IS connected to the machine and I AND YOU are in charge of her safety, so no more shenanigans young lady!"

Now Angela's pout materialised.

"But she likes it! And you know she does!" And before Sarah could reply Angela was rubbing her soft cheek against Ally's bandaged one and was talking softly into her ear.

"You DO like it, don't you Ally? You like me being in control. You like me doing things to you…" There was a long pause and Angela got so close she was literally breathing into Ally's' ear, then she moved her head slightly and bit gently into the bandaged lobe, "Tell me Ally! Tell me you like it! Tell me it's exciting you…"

Sarah was staring hard at the monitors.

"Her pulse is up to seventy and her blood pressure is rising!"

"Of course it is!" Whispered Angela hoarsely, "Of course it is. Tell me you're excited Ally, go on!"

And very slowly Allison's left hand rose a few inches from the arm of the wheelchair and once again she attempted, albeit virtually ineffectually, to nod her head.

Angela looked at Sarah in undisguised triumph.

"See?"

Sarah did not look at Angela, she didn't need to, she had the facts in front of her.

"Pulse seventy five and rising, blood pressure one hundred and thirty over ninety."

But Angela had the bit between her teeth.

"You love it don't you Ally, you're absolutely helpless and I can do what I want to you!" She paused, not taking her eyes off her charge for a single second and withdrew from her pocket the remote control. She touched Ally's bandaged face." It's that time Allison. Time to fill you full of fluid. Time to give you that enema…"

"Pulse eighty, blood pressure increasing; one hundred and thirty over ninety-five." Sarah was watching the screens with one eye and watching Angela with the other.

She touched Ally's face,

"I'm going to do it very slowly Ally. In a few seconds I'm going to inflate that nozzle so that it forms a nice watertight seal. You'll feel it expanding inside you, like it's growing there and you'll feel it getting bigger and bigger…"

"Pulse eighty five, blood pressure one hundred and forty over one hundred." Sarah. A dull, unexcited monotone masking the concern within

"And then, just when you think you can't take any more pressure…It'll stop and as soon as it stops I'm going to open that valve and you'll feel the shock, the shock as that warm water starts to flow into you and because you're sitting on it, your own body weight will push it further and further into you and it will feel very strange at firs, all that water flowing up inside you…"

"Pulse ninety, blood pressure one hundred and fifty over one hundred and five!"

"And YOU will be doing all the forcing, YOU will push it higher and higher and I can STOP the flow… or I can speed it up and I, and I will totally control you Ally!"

"Pulse ninety five, blood pressure one hundred and sixty over one hundred and ten!"

"But I won't stop the flow. Not until I've filled you up completely. Not until there are two quarts of water inside your bowels. Not until your body starts to cramp and it WILL cramp Allison. And those cramps will be so delicious to watch. So absolutely delicious. Because I caused them and only I can make them stop…"

"Pulse one hundred, blood pressure one hundred and seventy over one hundred and fifteen."

"... and I WON'T make them stop! I want you to feel that you're going to burst and I want your mind to be full of one thing and one thing only… ME! I want you to think only of me Allison because I'm the only one who can help you now and I'm inflating the nozzle; can you feel it? Can you? Just a few more pumps… are you ready Allison? Because…"

"Pulse one hundred and ten, blood pressure one hundred and eighty over one hundred and twenty."

"...because I'm opening the valve ……NOW!"

All hell seemed to break loose in the ambulance at that moment. The normally brilliant white fluorescent lights snapped out, came back on for a few seconds and snapped back out again and a klaxon, a loud, loud klaxon that sounded like something from the ghost train at a fun fair, started to wail

At the same time the connecting door to the driver's cab flew open and a figure appeared. Before Angela could do anything, Sarah was out of her seat and bearing down on her, and as the lights came on again they glinted on something shiny in Sarah's hand, something with a sharp looking metal point.

Angela tried to scream but the figure from the cab had grabbed her by now and stifled her scream with a hand firmly placed over her mouth. Sarah was grasping her arm and pulling up her uniform sleeve. She tried to struggle but she was overwhelmed and let out a muffled shriek as Sarah pushed the object in her hand firmly into her upper arm and then she was forced to the floor and held her there until her struggles ceased.

*

Linda eased the car down a rutted dirt track made treacherous by the rain. The suspension squealed and the little car wobbled from side to side as she drove further and further down the road and into the brush and undergrowth of the Heath.

She wasn't even in her own "manor" but she hadn't had the time to drive out to Epping Forest. To High Beach where she had spent a lot of time in her middle teens. Where "park ups" were commonplace and the area so littered with, what at that time were euphemistically called "courting couples," that the police hadn't even bothered to patrol it.

Things change, but she still knew the East of the City better than she knew the North and her lack of care in this whole business was nagging away at the back of her mind, but something, some hidden need, forced her on.

She realised that the Jimmy Choo high heels, strappy, black, minimalist and leaving most of her foot bare, were not exactly right for this terrain as soon as she stepped out of the car and her right heel began to sink, but she ploughed forward until she reached the back and pulled open the hatchback.

The hooded figure did not appear to have moved since she had forced her in there she lay curled up in a foetal position, her arms fixed tightly behind her back now Linda reached forward and snapped something onto the collar that held the hood in place.

"Come on!" she barked and tugged on the leash that she had attached to the collar.

*

"Well?"

Sarah looked up.

"Well, all things considered, it's not as bad as it could be. Her pulse is steady at 80, which is a bit high for her, but nothing too worrying and her blood pressure is now one forty five over 90, which again is higher than is normal but acceptable, considering her situation. What I'm more worried about is the fact that we can't turn that bloody enema off and that that stupid little cow seems to have stuck it on full. How is she by the way?"

Lady Heather, in her paramedic's uniform, touched Angela's head and she groaned a little.

"Okay. Woozy. Sleepy. And she knows she's not going anywhere. Not now and not for some time to come!"

Sarah gave a little grunt of satisfaction and smiled to herself.

The vallium had been Vicki Chaudhari's idea. An idea which Sarah had, in the first instance, strongly opposed, but Vicki had eventually persuaded her that if Ally became too excited and too restless on the Thursday night then a sedative would be a sensible precaution, allowing her to spend a quiet and peaceful night before the strenuous day ahead of her on Friday.

Vicki had prescribed intravenous vallium because it was more effective and would work more quickly than tablets. Sarah had packed a small medical bag only that morning with two ampoules, prepared if necessary, to administer it to Ally if she became too excited. She had no idea that she would have to use it on Angela

She looked at her now as she lay peacefully on the stretcher opposite. The Bishop was very strongly opposed to the use of drugs or alcohol on the grounds that it made the sort of things he did extremely unwise and unsafe and apart from her addiction to colonic irrigation they all knew her to be a strict vegetarian and to be both alcohol and drug free. Consequently the vallium, when administered, had affected her relatively quickly and once she was subdued it had been a simple matter to strip her of all her clothes and lay her naked and semi conscious on the stretcher.

The equipment in the ambulance included apparatus for breaks and fractures. Tools, in other words, for keepings limbs rigid and immobile in the event of road traffic accidents and the like and there were all kinds of inflatable, transparent splints on board.

Sarah, Lady Heather and The Bishop, knowing Angela's proclivities and her tendency to go a little over the top at times, had formulated a contingency plan which would not only deal with any problems that she might cause but also provide Ally with a companion for a while.

They had resolved to give her her head and see what happened, but Sarah had access to a small panic button, which in normal circumstances would also alert headquarters should a patient attack a paramedic, but in this case went off only in the cab. The alarm was silent. It was The Bishop who had switched off the lights and activated the klaxon to distract Angela and it had been Lady Heather who had stepped though the connecting door to come to Sarah's assistance.

Once she was convinced she was subdued, Lady Heather had begun Angela's immobilization. She had attached inflatable splints from ankle to above the knee on both legs and then attached two similar arm immobilisers that ran from the wrist to just below the armpit. She had then attached a small cylinder of compressed air to each one in turn and inflated them until they were hard.

She had then instructed the barely conscious and yawning Angela to try to move her arms and legs. There was no movement, but just to make sure, she had run her fingers along the soles of Angela's bare feet and although she had reacted, neither her arms nor legs had moved.

The surgical collar came next. Again inflatable, it fit snugly around Angela 's neck and prevented any movement there. What was especially pleasing about this bondage was that although Angela was immobile, all her restraint s were transparent so she didn't appear to be overly restricted at all.

Finally Lady Heather had eased open her mouth, slid a large gauge airway inside and secured it there with surgical tape. Although she could breathe freely, she was unable to make a sound, which was exactly what they wanted.

At Sarah's suggestion however, they decided to bandage her ankles and wrists to the stretcher to prevent her from falling and in keeping with the theme of her bondage Sarah had produced two things that she had been saving for another time.

"Seems quite appropriate somehow," She had told Lady Heather who had gazed gleefully at the two objects, a transparent and inflatable dildo with an attached bulb to pump it up and its cousin, a transparent and inflatable, butt plug, new on the market and ripe for testing.

Angela's eyes had grown very, very, wide when the two women had explained to her, in considerable detail, exactly what the objects were and how they were going to be used. Lady Heather had taken great delight in applying lubricant, first between Angela's legs, taking care to accidentally smooth some onto her clitoris at the same time, and then, having undone her bonds and rolled her onto her stomach, to her tiny, puckered and pink little rosebud with a gloved and very greasy index finger.

They had inserted the dildo first, whilst Angela had watched, as best she could. They had semi inflated it so that it would slide into her little nest easily enough and once in they had secured it there with a lot of surgical tape. Lady Heather had then taken great delight in inflating it, via the bulb, with a series of strong, rhythmic, pumps. Pumps which had increased the dildo from six inches long to nearly twelve and which had left the unwitting wearer gasping for breath.

Not giving her time to recover, Heather had then rolled her over on to her front and to several muted cries which had been stopped only by a series of sharp slaps on both buttocks, which caused them to wobble delightfully, she had then begun to slide the partially inflated butt plug into place.

"Remember what you said to Ally about the enema nozzle?" She asked with a broad grin on her face.

Her question was met with silence so she slid, without ceremony, the butt plug into Angel's vulnerable little rectum without any further preamble. Angela now knew better than to cry out, she just moaned through her airway gag. A moan that sounded quite pitiful to Lady Heather.

"Now does this jog your memory any?" Asked the Tall woman and Angela did her best to nod her head. "Thought it might! Well now who controls you? Huh? Who's got your little ass full of dildo? Full of dildo that can inflate just as much as the one in that sweet little pussy of yours. Yup! I can make this blow up to at least twice the size and keep it that way. How d'ya like those apples honey?"

And for the first time in all the time that Lady Heather had known her, Angela remained absolutely silent.

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.