The Box

THE BOX

CHAPTER TWENTY

"Oi! I'm still 'ere you know!"

The fact that she was firmly shackled to the Saint Andrew's cross meant that Linda certainly couldn't go anywhere but she could move her head and she was currently observing a whispered and impromptu conference between The Bishop and Sarah whilst Lady Heather watched silently.

"The number of things I could use was never mentioned!"

"Sarah, surely you must see that it goes against the whole spirit of the thing. You use one implement and one implement only, I mean she's not exactly in a position to fight back now is she?"

Sarah threw a glance over at the tall woman strapped to the cross.

"That's not the point!"

"No! And it's not what she agreed to either…"

"She didn't know WHAT she was agreeing to! She just wanted to shut me up as usual." She walked over to the cross and stood in front of Linda with her hands on her hips," What is it you call it? "Fronting people out?" That's what you thought you were doing with me wasn't it?"

Linda looked at Sarah and she felt more than a stab of regret as she did so. She wasn't too sure about love as a concept and it wasn't a word or a feeling that she bandied about much but she knew what she felt when she saw or thought about Sarah.

Hard working, straight talking, loving, caring, trusting and oh so honest and straightforward Sarah. But Linda had painted herself into a corner and this seemed to be the only way out.

She had the urge, the admittedly childish urge, to stick her tongue out at Sarah because she didn't, at that moment, have a serviceable answer.

*

"Come on, blow! It's all right, it's a clean tissue."

With your hands still handcuffed behind your back, blowing your nose could be surprisingly difficult, as Ally was now finding out. She leaned forward with a self conscious little giggle and blew as hard as she could.

When she was satisfied Vicki wiped her nose and crumpled the tissue into her pocket.

"Aren't you going to look inside it?"

"Don't be disgusting!" But Ally's grin was back. Vicki touched her cheek, "Are you okay now?"

Ally nodded.

"Mmm. It was all a bit much I think… Losing your hair I mean…it's all right for men, I suppose but…"

Vicki took her in her arms.

"It'll grow back silly, and you've got all those wigs…"

Ally chuckled.

"I know. I know. I knew it was going to happen but you just can't prepare for it that's all…"

"And you're okay now?"

A big radiant smile that made her look even lovelier. Emphasising her eyes and somehow enhanced by the stark baldness of her scalp.

"I'm fine." And then a question popped back into her mind that had been irking her for some time. She looked at Vicki enquiringly, "Where's Angela?"

That question proved to be the catalyst for a series of events that Ally could not have dreamed of when she first asked it. Vicki turned her head and looked behind her. "Okay, you can turn on the spot now!"

There was a sudden flash and a bright beam of light seemed almost to explode into life to the left and high above where they were standing. It took a few seconds for both their eyes to come accustomed to the glare and then Ally realised that she was looking at a cage. What appeared to be a solid gold cage suspended high above them from a steel girder.

The rest of the huge studio remained in darkness but the cage was picked out perfectly in the spotlight's gleam.

"They also stage performance art in here," Explained Vicki with a relish that could almost be construed as glee, "And The Bishop's been working with Toni on a particular project that we thought was quite interesting."

As Ally's eyes adjusted she could see that the cage wasn't empty.

"There's an old Music Hall song, Ally," She had to think for a second as the new voice spoke. She turned and saw Liz, all leather coat and trousers, hands by her side, coming out of the dark and walking purposefully towards her, almost as if she were doing a piece to camera. The only thing missing, for real effect, was swirling mist or fog " You probably wouldn't know it, it's before your time, but it's called "I'm only a Bird in a Gilded Cage…"

Another light snapped on. A brighter follow spot that wandered around the darkened roof area for a few moments before coming to rest in the centre of what was now obviously a more than life-size replica of an ornate and rounded golden bird cage. The sort of thing that would not be out of place in a wealthy Victorian home.

Ally blinked. There was definitely something in the cage. Something that seemed to be somehow floating in mid air.

Another flash.

Another spot.

A second follow spot lit up the darkened studio and this time it went straight to join its twin in the centre of the cage and now, picked out quite clearly in pure white light, was the unmistakable figure of Angela but an Angela who had changed in many ways since she the last time she had seen her.

*

Sheila stared at the creature that fascinated her so much. She reached out and touched her rubberised cheek lightly with her hand.

"I wonder if her name really is Allison." She said almost dreamily.

He was just as fascinated by her as she was by the mannequin. He shrugged,

"Well, she's got no reason to lie has she?"

Their two faces, real and rubber, almost touched and for one wild moment he thought Sheila was going to kiss the rubber doll.

"She hasn't, but then she's not doing the talking is she?" And then she appeared to drift off. She moved slightly away and looked the creature up and down, "I wonder who you really are." She said quietly, "What do you look like? How old are you? What did you do before this? And what have they DONE to you?"

He watched her, almost mesmerised by her quiet sincerity and the obvious sympathy that she had for the creature that had invaded their home.

"I wonder if they were telling me the truth. I wonder if this IS making you excited." Sheila's voice was no more than a hoarse whisper now, "I wonder," She said to the still and silent black rubber mannequin who stood in front of her unable to move, unable presumably to speak or to see or possibly even to hear. A rubber mannequin whose every movement was governed by somebody else, "If you're as excited as I am right now?"

He stared at her. Watching her as if he were fixed immovably to the spot as she raised a hand once more and let it slide lightly down the creature's back. He thought for a moment that he detected movement. That the dumb, inanimate, mannequin somehow registered the fact that Sheila was touching her.

He wanted to say or do something. Half wanted. But the other half wanted to watch Sheila. Even now she was stroking that smooth rubber again. Feeling around the doll's shoulders, and then tracing a finger down to her bare, latex covered nipples.

"Do you like this Allison?" She ran her finger around the nipple and then traced it all the way round the soft shiny black breast. "I wish you could tell me. I wish you could tell me that it was exciting you just standing there being totally unable to do anything whilst another woman strokes you. Does it make you feel funny? It does me. It makes me feel very funny Allison. Very funny, very strange and very excited. And I've got this as well."

He watched as Sheila knelt down and grasped the remote control that hung from Allison's "tail" in which were stored all the wires and controls for the various things that they could only assume at the moment had been planted inside her.

She straightened up. To his eyes an unbelievably sexual creature in tight faded jeans and a torn black top, barefoot, hair tousled, without make up and none the worse for that, looking almost omniscient as she stood up holding the box that controlled the rubber doll they had come to know as Allison.

Sheila held the box in her hand and studied it carefully. Then she looked up into the latex face of the mannequin.

"Do you know Allison, when I was a lot younger I didn't believe that there were things like vibrators and I couldn't understand why on earth women would want to shove things into themselves anyway. Then I got older and I read about and saw some of the things that men do to women and I began to think that a vibrator was probably the lesser of two evils. That it didn't argue with you and it didn't come home pissed and want to beat you up and it couldn't, absolutely couldn't, fuck you when you didn't want it to and all in all I came to the conclusion that they weren't so bad after all, " She paused and her eyes narrowed and they stared into Allison's bright blue stuck on ones, "but I still couldn't imagine one up my arse!"

He had rarely seen her so intense. The room was quiet and even now the light outside was beginning to fade. It was nearly three thirty on the last Saturday in October and they were standing in their own home whilst his partner of some three years held an animated conversation with an unspeaking, unseeing, unresponsive, rubber doll.

"And that's what you've got haven't you Allison? You've got one up your cunt and one up your arse and I've got the box that controls them both." She paused briefly as if summoning up the courage to say what she had to, " I can make you come Allison… Or not… I think I could excite you so much that you would be on your knees and wishing that you could talk to me. Wishing you could beg me to either stop or finish you off." If it were at all possible her voice grew even quieter, "And I don't know who I envy the most Allison, Me, because I've got the power to do it to you or you, because you have to stand there and take it!"

*

"What have you done to her!" There was a note of horror in Ally's voice as she stared up into the golden cage. And then a look of fear flashed across her face as a third spotlight flashed into life and moved its way slowly across the darkened workspace to a point at the opposite end of the big studio where it lit up an identical but as yet empty gilt cage that seemed to just hang there waiting for an occupant

*

He had never seen her like this before. It was if he was not in the room. She stroked her hand down the mannequin's soft latexed thighs and then placed it on her smooth tummy.

"I wish you could talk to me Allison, I really do! I wish there were some way that you could tell me that you could hear me and that I'm not just talking to myself." She moved until she was tummy to tummy with the unmoving, unseeing, rubber doll and then she slowly placed both of her hands on her soft latexed buttocks.

"Mmm." She bit her lip, "These feel absolutely gorgeous. YOU feel absolutely gorgeous and that smell…that smell of rubber. You probably can't smell it any more but it's so strong out here and you reek of it! You absolutely reek of rubber and if you weren't real you'd feel like some horrible limp blow up thing that men spunk into but you don't. You feel warm," She was now rubbing her cheek against the rubber cheek of the rubber doll, "You feel warm and…" She moved her head," I can hear your heart!"

Sheila looked up. Looked up into Allison's sightless prosthetic eyes. And her voice changed in pitch and speed. It became much quicker and much more animated

"I can hear your heart and it's banging away in there isn't it? It's pounding. You ARE excited Allison, you helpless, beautiful, shiny rubber doll! You really are excited. I just wish that there was some way that you could tell me, that's all!"

And Sheila hugged her. She hugged the sightless, speechless, impassive mannequin and something made her look down. She didn't know what it was but she lowered her eyes for a moment and saw, with her heart pounding as much as Allison's seemed to be, the mittened and manacled right hand of the rubber doll moving as far as it could towards her.

*

She looked up, up into the cage, where something with the body of Angela sat almost as if it were fixed to a long wooden perch that hung on two great chains suspended from the top of the cage and rested in just about its centre.

The body was obviously Angela's. The stomach was flat, the breasts were large and the neck supple, but the head…

The head was no longer hers. It was, to all intents and purposes, the head of an enormous white bird, covered in soft white feathers with two huge black unseeing eyes and a fearsome yellow beak.

Ally looked further down and stopped in horror.

She no longer had arms

Where her arms had once been, there was now something else.

Wings.

Angela had wings.

Wings that also seemed to be made from soft white feathers and that appeared to be pinioned to her sides.

The rest of her was normal enough. The body and the legs of a young girl tanned and lush. Large, luxurious breasts. the merest hint of her soft puckered womanhood between her slightly open legs on a body had already been denuded of pubic hair. There was only one other abnormality and that was that her otherwise bare ankles were both surrounded by thick leather cuffs joined by just one inch of thick stainless steel chain.

The chances were that this particular bird would never be able to get off its perch unassisted, let alone fly!

The dark leather clad figure of Liz Fisher came out of the darkness and touched Ally on the shoulder. The two women stared at each other for a few moments and ally could feel the flesh creeping at the bottom of her spine. Then all of a sudden Liz's dark and forbidding countenance cracked into a grin.

"I'm sorry Ally, and you look lovely by the way, you really do, but once in telly, always in telly and I couldn't help spicing that up a bit …and to tell the truth I think it worked rather well!"

"You had ME believing it and I knew all about it!" Vicki put her arms protectively round Ally, "I was waiting for Jack the Ripper to come screeching at me out of the dark at any moment!" She moved her face close to Ally's, "Are you okay?"

Ally was shaking her head to clear it.

"Yeah, you bastards, you really had me going there but what HAVE you done to Angela?"

They both looked up simultaneously. The creature with the body of Angela and the head and wings of a bird did not appear to have moved appreciably although one of her bare feet seemed to be swinging slightly back and forth. Vicki decided to put Ally's mind at rest once and for all.

"She's fine up there. She's got some of the gear that you'll be using for The Box, specifically a small headset. She's basically wearing a discipline helmet with a plug gag and a throat mike, so she can warn us if she's in trouble, but she can't see and she can't speak and she can only hear what we want her to hear. We COULD play white noise through the headset if we wanted, but at the moment one of Liz's sound crew is relaying messages to her. So she knew when you arrived and we basically kept her informed of what was happening, just like we will with you once you're in the box.

Ally nodded

"What about the wings?"

"Mmm, well they're not as heavy as they look but they do keep her arms pinned to her sides and there are mittens built in to them so that once they're strapped to her she can't use her hands at all. If you could see her back you'd notice a small harness that holds her firmly onto her perch and there's also something else..."

Ally grinned but shook her head in wonder

"Don't tell me! Because if The Bishop's got anything to do with this then she's got to be sitting on at least one dildo!" Both Ally and Vicki laughed but they both noticed that Liz had that fairly far away look in her eyes that they had both come to associate with sexual fantasy.

"Mmm. There are two actually. The one in her fanny vibrates and it's on low at the moment just to keep her interested. The one in her bum is static it's just there to hold her in place really, but it IS big!"

At this Liz seemed to spark into life.

"Yeah! Now it's apparently called a butt plug and it's apparently relatively normal but it made my eyes water just looking at it!"

Vicki looked at her accusingly,

"You looked like you had more than that going on when you were lubricating it for her!"

Liz had the good grace to blush,

"Yes well…"

The semi naked handcuffed and bald Ally came to her assistance.

"She's teasing you Liz, the way you teased me just now, don't worry about it, it happens to all of us, if we've got an affinity for that sort of thing."

Vicki looked at her in surprise and then recovered and said,

"She's right Liz, perhaps you shouldn't try to fight it."

Liz looked at her for a few seconds and then something flashed in her eyes.

"Shit! Speaking of fights what happened with Sarah and Linda?"

Vicki looked at her and then at her watch.

"Well if I didn't know any better I should think that she's probably beaten the crap out her by now…."

Liz was already running through the gloom and out of the door.

*

"Sheila are you sure you know what you're doing?

But she was either ignoring him or completely oblivious and he suspected the latter.

For some time she had stood transfixed watching the rubber doll's hand then she got as close as she could and said,

"Allison if you can hear me I want you to try to move your hand again."

And she stood and she waited for what seemed like an age and then slowly and falteringly the hand moved and Sheila grasped it. She grasped the mittened hand and put her arm around the dolls shoulders and kissed her on the cheek.

It was later now and the natural light had almost completely gone but the room remained dark as Sheila picked up the remote once more and said,

"I know you can hear me now Allison," She watched intently in the gloom and saw the hand flutter again, "Good girl! Now listen to me. I know you're a living, breathing, human being, but you've allowed yourself to be put in a position where you can be controlled and I'm sorry Allison but I've just got to know how it feels. I've got to …"

And with that she pressed a button on the control panel and heard the faint whirr of a motor. The doll seemed to twitch. Sheila stared into her blank features and said,

"That should be the vibrator in your fanny!" Then she pressed a second switch, "And that should be the one up your arse!" Looking up briefly she pressed another button

"Allison, I am really, really, sorry, but if I'm right then this should be the speed control for both of them and when I press this you should feel like both your pussy and your arse are going to explode at any minute!" Sheila pursed her lips, hesitated for a second and almost as soon as she touched the button the doll she referred to as Allison began to buckle at the knees.

*

Left on their own in the relative darkness of the main studio Vicki kissed Ally on the lips and said,

"I think it's time we got you ready for bed, little slave girl."

Ally looked at her and then up at Angela impaled on her perch.

"What about…?"

"She'll be fine. She's got her safe sounds and she's got a panic button in one of those mittens. What you don't know is that that perch can be lowered and at the bottom is not sandpaper but a couple of really comfortable air bags. She'll be fine till morning and it'll keep her out of our hair whilst we fix you. So come on little slave!"

Vicki took her by the arm and led her toward the other cage and as they walked towards it the throaty rumble of a powerful electric motor sparking into life became audible followed by the sound of chains clattering as the cage was lowered down towards them.

Ally shot her a worried look.

"Am I going to have sit on a bloody perch all night?"

Vicki smiled and shook her head as the cage reached the floor and the door swung open.

"No, little slave girl, you're not but you're going to have to be blindfolded because I'm going to take off my dress to stop it getting crumpled and I don't want you getting too excited when you see my pussy!"

Ally tried to look at her but Vicki was already slipping the padded sleep mask over her eyes and leading her into the cage.

"Now you WERE going to sleep on your own tonight but I didn't think that was fair because you've got a big day tomorrow," She guided Ally inside and helped her to lie down on the inflated airbags. "So I thought that if you were handcuffed and blindfolded then you wouldn't be able to take advantage of me in my vulnerable state!"

And as she said that Vicki steeped out of her dress revealing that was wearing nothing more than hold up stockings and shoes, folded the dress, slipped off her high heels, closed the door to the cage and cuddled up with Ally on the comfortable air bagged floor whilst the spotlights blinked out and the cage was slowly winched up to the roof again.

*

"Oh for Christ's sake stop arguing you two and just do it! Just gag me and get it over with!"

Linda's patience was worn out. The Bishop would not let Sarah use more than one whip but she was insistent that she should be able to use whatever implement she wanted and had already selected a spanking paddle, a deerskin cat and a thick and heavy rubber whip that both Lady Heather and The Bishop knew would hurt immensely if used wrongly and which they had been trying to keep her away from.

Sarah broke away from the other two

"I'm not going to gag you Linda because I want to talk to you whilst I do it!"

"What? You wanna hear me scream you mean? I don't scream for anyone Sarah and you know that."

"Perhaps she'll scream if I do it!"

Everyone except Linda turned round to see Liz standing in the doorway in her leather coat and trousers leaning against the doorjamb with her arms folded.

She unfolded her arms and walked over to where Sarah was standing.

"You know," She said, "It's all very well you two having this tiff, but it's me who's the injured party, not you Sarah. You haven't been handcuffed and gagged and kidnapped… I have… and if anyone's going to beat the shit out of her then it damn well ought to be me!"

And before anyone could speak she had walked past Sarah, picked up the ball gag from the table and rammed it squarely into Linda's mouth.

The story concludes in chapter 21

© 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.