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Resurrection

Part 2

RESURRECTION

(PART TWO)

BY WALLACE

Warning: This story contains descriptions of electrical torture, extreme mummification and strong language.

Resurrection;(n). - Resurgence, revival. Rebirth

I had never, ever hit Sheila. There were times when she had hit me and there were times, when she had been particularly arrogant or annoying, that I had visualized doing her some kind of cartoon violence, like hitting her with a huge imaginary frying pan and watching her slide, resonating, flattened and Wily Coyote like to the floor.

True, there were times when I had tied her up and she had cussed me off and I had either spanked her like the impossible, forty year old child that she sometimes was or else I had tickled her to the point of insanity. She had a couple of safe words, "Stop it you cunt!" being neither of them but she had never used them.

I had suffered mightily afterwards on the occasion that she laughed so hard that she peed herself but I had never inflicted more pain on her than she could cope with and if I had, I would soon have known about it.

And now I stood and watched her being fastened naked to a chair, knowing that it was being filmed, suspecting that it was also being fed live onto the internet, feeling my stomach churning and the anger rising and still, incomprehensibly, feeling so strongly aroused that I didn't know what to do with myself.

They kept her blindfolded which was probably a good thing all round but she seemed calm and composed as the tall man in black helped her sit down, taking the opportunity to briefly fondle her bottom and then gently caress her left breast as he did so.

If it had been me doing the fondling and the caressing she would have baulked, I know she would. She would have told me to "Fuck off and just try doing that when I'm not bloody helpless!" which I did of course, quite often without being physically attacked but with him she did not say a word, in fact there was the hint of a smile beneath the blindfold and a slight movement suggesting Goosebumps, but pleasant ones, as he eased her down onto the sumptuous seat.

He settled her comfortably into the chair and then picked up her relaxed limbs one by one as if she were some kind of puppet. The cast iron manacles were angled up and away from the arms of the ornate chair and joined together by a black iron cross bar. He whispered something to her as he offered up her right wrist to the first manacle and she nodded as he then closed it snugly in place and fastened it with a large old-fashioned padlock

The fetters were set up in much the same way, sticking out at an angle from the chair legs and joined once again by a black cross bar. They closed tightly around her bare ankles and once the right wrist was finally in place Sheila was effectively immobile.

This was not enough for her captor however, for even now he was fixing a high iron collar around her neck that would keep her inexorably bound to the chair. The collar was thickly padded inside, but no amount of work can keep cast iron completely smooth.

He was whispering to her again

"Now you know all about this sweetheart, so just keep your head up all the time. Okay?"

I could not keep my eyes off her but even so her nod was almost imperceptible. He patted her manacled hand and moved to the front of the stage. Looking down, it was pretty obvious that he was not only talking to camera but also marshalling his thoughts at the same time.

"Okay, now we've got a young lady with us today who's only going to be here for a short while. So, as you can guess, we want to inflict the maximum amount of pain on her before she leaves and she's from England, the place where I went to College." He looked directly into the camera, "Jeez! It's so hard to get people from this country to appear we're having to fly 'em in from London now!" there was a ripple of genuine laughter in the room and he used that to move over to where the naked Sheila was fastened, still blindfolded.

He touched her hand briefly and inside me a feeling rose to the surface that was both recognizable and stupid.

Jealousy.

He moved behind her, put his hands on both her breasts and squeezed and then caressed them gently.

"Mmm, these are nice! What was that phrase you came out with the other day baby?" Sheila didn't even flinch.

"More than a handful's a waste." she said quietly but confidently and they both smiled.

"That's it! And these certainly ain't going to waste!" suddenly the riggers were on either side of her. If this wasn't live then I suspected that the film would be edited at this point. I watched them work, they knew exactly what they were doing and they were quick, very quick.

In a matter of seconds they were screwing wooden nipple clamps onto her sensitive breasts. Similar to an old-fashioned garlic press they had one major difference: attached to the part that would clamp down on her breast were thick copper wires.

The man in black was kneeling down beside her now as the clamps were screwed firmly into place on her nipples.

"Breathe out now baby! That's good!" but Sheila looked firmly in control. Probably more in control than I had ever seen her before.

Clamps in place, the riggers bent down momentarily and then reappeared each holding small, flat, metal clamps attached to more copper wire, which, without preamble, they attached to the lobes of her ears. The man in black, meanwhile, had picked up a coil of hemp rope. Talking more to Sheila than to his audience he began to unwind it.

"Y'know I'd normally do this first but these," he cupped each breast enthusiastically, "look too good to be left alone!" and with that he began to wind the rope tightly around and around each breast forming a figure of eight pattern.

Soon her breasts were sticking out proudly from her body. I watched them change colour from pink to red to livid purple and I watched her captive nipples darken and engorge and swell. But still she gave no sign that she was in any discomfort.

The riggers had moved down to her bare feet now and she reflexively wriggled her red polished toes as they pressed sticky electrodes onto her soles and held them there with strips of gaffer tape. Job done they then wound rawhide strips around each of her big toes and bound them, tautly and efficiently, to the lower legs of the throne on which she sat, a naked, captive, queen without a crown.

Satisfied that her breasts were bound to his satisfaction, the man in black dropped to his knees and ran his fingers across her bare toes. He looked up into her sightless face.

"These are SO pretty!" For the first time I saw Sheila flinch slightly. Her feet and toes had always been sensitive. He was still looking up at her," What I'd like to do, What I'd really like to do is," and he took what appeared to be a small straw and began to run it across and under and in between her toes, "tie these little guys together. Tie them nice and tightly with leather so they're welded and you can't move 'em an inch." I finally realised what he was doing as I saw Sheila's head move just slightly against the tight, restraining metal collar and the ghost of a nervous smile appear briefly on her face.

He was breaking her down slowly. Coming in under her defences. Stroking her, soothing her, taking her down, preparing her for what was to come but to give her her due at the moment she was defending herself magnificently from what was an almost indefensible position.

I'd seen some of the DVD's and videos that had been made whilst she was in captivity, they'd been on the open market for a while but DI Emma Bannion, the Investigating Officer and, I suppose, one of the sticking points in our "partnership", had never let me see them all, in an effort, I suspect, to protect both of us.

Nowadays I was in no position to talk to Sheila about it either because if our relationship had been strained before, it was now fair to say that it had gone beyond breaking point.

But I knew she had suffered.

She had avoided being raped, that much I also knew. Or at least she had avoided being raped by a human being but I knew that she had been tied up and penetrated over and over again by a machine and that was almost, if not just as bad.

Basically a motor with an arm that moved backward and forward with a large dildo attached to one end, she had been tied down and gagged, her legs held wide open and despite her struggles the lubricated dildo end of it had been pushed inside her and she had been fucked relentlessly, remorselessly and without feeling until her muffled cries, screams and sobs proved too much even for the bastard who had been filming her.

A bastard who had once been our friend.

I'd hit the copper who thought it was funny when we found the place where she'd been kept and the machine that she'd been tied to but by then I'd also killed somebody as well.

Killed one of the bouncers guarding the place with his own gun to save someone else and suffered every day since wondering if now I'd killed once I'd find it easy or easier to kill again.

Wondering, believe it or not, if I really would suffer, in the event that there actually WAS an afterlife, the fate of the damned.

Feeling, sometimes, when I woke up in the middle of the night, the blood still on my face and the tiny spatters of brain that hit me immediately after I had squeezed the trigger.

Wondering if I would ever be able to have a normal relationship with the people around me again. If they would all look at me as if I were some kind of psychopath, which was how Sheila now regarded me.

"Okay now we've never done this before!" I was back in the here and now watching the man in black plying his trade, " Now this is what I'm going to call the Q and A section. It's a bit like David Letterman but with more pain."

Part of me liked this man and part of me hated him. He was a professional, he undoubtedly had charisma and he knew his job. But there were other things. The way he was getting on with Sheila being obviously one but there were other things as well.

He was on his knees again. In his right hand he now held what looked like a small grease gun and I watched in amazement as he moved the gun towards Sheila's darkly puffy and exposed labia.

"This is gonna feel cold!" he warned as he applied not grease but a gelatinous clear substance to the area around the entrance to her vagina and then, with no more than a murmur from Sheila he was easing what must have been the cold, hard nozzle of the grease gun inside.

She remained silent and still as, to my mounting horror, the platinum haired woman with the pneumatic breasts bent down also and eased a rubber gloved finger gently inside the woman I loved or used to love or something.

Sheila always complained bitterly when another woman touched her.

Afterwards.

Yet the opportunities to be so touched always seemed to present themselves in one way or another. She remained impassive now as the attractive, tanned and impossibly built woman penetrated her gently and almost lovingly.

But what really made the bile rise to my throat, what really made my pulse race and start to throb in my ears was when the man in black, now wearing surgical gloves, squatted back down next to the platinum blonde and replaced her finger with two of his own.

Still Sheila didn't flinch but her jaw dropped a little.

"How's that baby? D'you like that? D'you want more? How does that "stiff upper lip" feel when it's got a coupla stiff little fingers inside it huh?" I almost laughed but I dragged myself back from the brink and Sheila would have laughed too if she wasn't too involved in just trying to hump herself a little against those all pervasive fingers.

There was a big grin on the man's face now,

"S'allright baby, you can moan, we're all very relaxed about pleasure here!" once again there was a smattering of laughter in the assembled crowd.

The platinum woman had moved behind Sheila and was now attaching something to both the chair and her. I couldn't quite see at first but she was whispering to Sheila as she pulled a kind of makeshift hairnet made of discarded panty hose over her hair and then snapped something into place behind her which she then lowered onto her head.

It was a metal skullcap with wires attached that fit snugly to her scalp, made her look strangely bald and also held her head tightly to the chair. Sheila was now completely immobile, her limbs sticking out and rigid. Her feet bound, her head held tightly at neck and skull.

Much to my intense annoyance the tall man was still finger fucking her. Slowly and easily. Squirting, with the other hand, even more lubricant into her. Making his fingers even slicker. Lubricating her soft, sensitive tunnel even more.

She held back for as long as she could but even Sheila was human. The first little groan and moan was so innocent, so real that I wanted to… to be quite honest at that moment I didn't really know what I wanted to do but, my stomach felt uneasy, I felt generally light-headed and more to the point my erection was throbbing uncomfortably in underpants that suddenly felt far too small. A problem made considerably worse by the fact that for some reason the platinum blonde had now stepped down from the stage and was standing next to me.

So close that I could smell her.

She smelt clean, that freshly bathed smell you get from some bath oils and yet somewhere there was this vague smell of fresh sweat. I know women aren't supposed to perspire but this one obviously did under the hot lighting and it was remarkably arousing.

The man in black withdrew his fingers gently and stood up to admire his handiwork.

"How d'you feel honey?" To me this question was a two edged sword. He was good but he also had an audience. If she said she was fine it was like she was laying down the gauntlet, challenging him to make sure that she wouldn't be fine for too long. She couldn't see what he was doing, she couldn't see the impossibly large vibrator that he was liberally lubricating and she couldn't see him hunkering down in front of her once more.

In a voice that sounded just slightly bewildered she said,

"Yes, I feel okay, BJ, but I don't know how long it'll last!"

I couldn't believe my ears. I had never heard Sheila come out with a simple honest statement like that before and then I realised something else.

BJ!

Short for blowjob and also short for Bob Jay, which was this guy's real name or at least the name he ran this place under. Probably not his real name at all. I could feel the anger rising within me once again

Openly laughing, he reached out and tickled a bare foot.

"Hey baby, you ain't coming to no harm, but you might just have to sing for your supper for a while!" and this time there wasn't even a hint of movement. Not because she wasn't capable but because she seemed to have maybe centred herself and calmed herself and …well I just don't know what because this was a Sheila I had never seen before and didn't seem to have much knowledge of.

My thoughts went back to the young girl before her. The one who was still in a hogtie behind her. She had been scared, nervous, petrified even and a lot more besides that and it was hardly surprising. Naked in front of an audience, being filmed, totally helpless, pain, pleasure, embarrassment, you name it…but Sheila, Sheila seemed to be taking it all in her stride. Sure there were nerves but right now she sat there as calmly as anyone could under the circumstances and gave Bob or whatever his name really was pretty much as good as she got.

Verbally at least.

And now he was offering the vibrator up to her well-lubricated labia

And even when she felt it, soft and rubbery against her most intimate place, she still didn't demur.

"Push for me baby. Push against it! Good girl!" he penetrated her slowly and very gently," Feel nice huh! Wondering what it's gonna be like to have that buzzing away inside ya? That is ONE big cock sweetheart!" He looked around the room for a moment his gaze falling on people he obviously knew, " Biggest you're gonna get round here anyway!" and once again laughter rippled around the room

I felt myself flushing and the anger welling up inside me again. If he did or said something to her that sparked off memories of six months ago…but then I found myself wondering what the hell she was doing here in the first place.

When all this had first come up, when I had first got the phone call from Lady Heather about Sam. COM, Liz had come up with a theory about purging. About how Sheila needed to do this to rid herself of what had happened and that she needed to do it in an environment where she would feel safe but free to do and have done to her what she wanted, what she needed to purge herself of all that had gone before.

It sounded pretty radical at the time but standing here now in this disused New York warehouse I was beginning to wonder just how far it really was from the truth.

"Okay sweetheart, you ready for a little Q and A?" BJ's voice bought me back to reality. Sheila smiled.

"As ready as I'll ever be!"

"Okay!" Sounding for all the world like Jerry Springer opening one of his shows, Bob looked directly to camera, "Now let's just explain what's going on here. I've got a pair of TENS units over there and they're connected to you and your chair. Your ELECTRIC Chair!" He eased himself from the stage and walked over to the control desk that I had seen on the way in. He picked up some papers that the girl in the crimson jump suit handed to him, glanced down at them and walked thoughtfully back to the stage.

"Right here I've got some questions that the people out there have been asking about you. And the person best qualified to answer those questions is…you, yourself. So I'm going to ask and you're going to answer but if we think you're lying…then you're gonna get a shock! Simple as that! Any problems?" Sheila, this new Sheila remained passive. The old Sheila, if she had been capable of seeing would probably have given him a LOOK but the new Sheila simply said quietly,

"No. No problems at all." He either needed more confirmation or he just needed to drive home to both the audience and her exactly how vulnerable she was. He moved closer to her, so close that he could touch her lightly on the shoulder

"You realise that I can shock you anywhere?" she nodded and he touched each part of her as he mentioned it, "I can shock your feet. I can shock you through this metal cap on your head, I can shock you through those pretty little ear rings I've got stuck on your earlobes, I can shock your tits and I can even shock your cunt!" he let this sink in for a while and then he touched her bare abdomen and whispered in her ear, "there's a couple of little electrodes attached to that big mother fucking vibe that's inside you right now!" she didn't seem concerned and she just continued to stare sightlessly out into the rest of the warehouse. She looked so appealing right there and then, naked and vulnerable, strapped to that chair. That electric chair. So vulnerable and yet somehow so strong.

"D'you understand just what you've got yourself into now, honey?"

She nodded her head as best she could.

"Yes! I understand." It was him who was responsible for the sudden intake of breath, not her.

"Okay. First question. What is your name?" simple enough

"My name is Sheila."

"And where are you from?

"I'm from England. London." No problems so far but this was going to be pretty boring if it carried on like this

"Have you ever taken drugs?" Oh no it wasn't! . Sheila hesitated, "Answer the question please." She quickly recovered.

"No! Never." He watched her for a few moments; there was tension and anticipation in the air. He waved the papers in his hand,

"Okay we'll come back to that later. How old are you?" happy she was on firmer ground she replied smoothly.

"Thirty nine!" the lying cow! She was forty coming up forty-one but she didn't look it. At least I now knew one thing; the old Sheila hadn't been completely erased. There was a long pause.

"You're thirty nine?"

"Yes I am!" another pause. An even longer one

"Well I have to say, Sheila, that it takes a lot for someone to come here and admit that in front of all these people. I'd have thought your were thirty five at the most!"

Smarmy bastard!

"Okay, here's another: have you ever stolen anything?"

"Yes!" I looked at her in surprise.

"You have?"

"Yes I have!"

"And did you do it offen?"

"Twice."

"Would you like to elaborate?"

"Once when I was twelve. I was with some other kids and we took it in turns to pinch sweets from the corner shop."

"And the other time.

"I was fifteen. I wanted to go out and I didn't have enough money so I took some from my mother's purse."

"And how much did you take?"

"Ten pounds."

"Ten pounds. Let's see, that's about fifteen dollars, right?" she nodded and that was when she made her first mistake."

"I can't hear you!" no longer was he the jovial chat show host suddenly he was her inquisitor.

"Yes." He shook his head

"No, no! "Yes" isn't good enough! Now in future, when you answer, I want you to say "Yes Sir", understand?"

"Yes Sir!" the reply was immediate and unhesitating. I was dumbfounded. Sheila calling someone sir? Sheila doing as she was told? So many emotions were running through me right then that I didn't know what to do. I was jealous. I was angry, and I was so, so aroused by it all. There was a long silent pause as Judge BJ considered his verdict.

"Okay. Well, stealing is unforgivable. Were you ever caught?"

"Not for the sweets…" his tone altered again.
" Now I've told you once that you have to say "Yes Sir" and "No Sir" at the start of each sentence, so now every time you don't I'm gonna punish you. Okay?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl." I noticed out the corner of my eye that the girl in the scarlet jump suit had left the control desk and was seating herself at a small table just to the right of the chair on which Sheila sat. "Okay, now I'm sorry Honey 'cos you know I'd be lenient with you but I'm afraid that justice has just been taken out of my hands. Hi Princess!"

The girl in scarlet raised a hand,

"Hey BJ!"

"Sheila, say "Hi" to Princess Maria because she's your judge and jury now. I'm gonna ask the questions so you still say "Yes Sir" and "No Sir" but she's gonna press the buttons, she's gonna shock you, honey and I know she's got an itchy trigger finger. All right sweetheart?" smoothly, more smoothly than I could have imagined Sheila said

"Yes sir. Hello Princess Maria." The attractive dark haired Princess who was a good twelve years younger than Sheila smiled,

"Hello Sheila. In future when you talk to me you will refer to me as Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." Princess Maria was visibly impressed.

"Good girl!" but her interrogator was impatient for the off.

"Okay Sheila, so you're thirty nine, you're from London and you've stolen in the past is all that true?" she looked straight ahead of her. So naked and so vulnerable

"Yes Sir!"

"Do you think you deserve to be punished for stealing those sweets?"

"Yes Sir!" he stared at her in obvious surprise.

"Good answer. Good answer. What do you think Princess?" the Princess had already made her decision and Sheila's toes twitched as the electricity coursed through the soles of her feet for a good ten seconds. She pursed her lips but otherwise there was little movement.

"Okay. Now do you think she is now purged of her sin Princess?" the Princess smiled.

"No. You can't be purged until you've screamed and let it all out. Isn't that right Sheila?" it was an impossible question that Sheila did her best with.

"Yes Mistress, it's got something to do with the cleansing of your fifth chakra, the one in your throat." I think that foxed everybody especially me. As a rule, Sheila's idea of spirituality was not saying "bollocks" in church,

"Do you scream often?" asked The Princess imperiously.

"I can only remember screaming once in my adult life Mistress!" and suddenly BJ was squatting next to The Princess and whispering something frantically in her ear.

He knew!

He had to know and if I was right and my prayers were answered he was telling her not to go there.

The expression on Princess Maria's face changed drastically.

"Okay Sheila what say we take a little trip around your body, shock everything you've got and see how you do! Would you like that?" Another impossible question. With a certain amount of trepidation in her voice Sheila said,

"Yes Mistress." My attention was distracted by a sudden noise. Rain was beating against the blacked out windows on the right wall. I looked back to the little tableau before me, still very much aware that the platinum blonde was standing very close to me and also aware that she was watching me quite a lot of the time.

I'd seen what TENS units could do to people and generally it was the fear and anticipation that freaked them out more than the actual pain. Electricity does funny things to the body. It stimulates muscles, makes them twitch and act strangely and of course there's the jolt but it's mainly the strange reactions that frighten people.

I knew that, a long, long time ago, Linda had "tried out" one of her new units on an apparently unsuspecting Sheila but it was a taboo subject. Linda would grin if it was mentioned and tell me to "ask her" but "her" was never prepared to talk about it.

Rumour in the form of our one time friend Sarah had it that Linda had tied Sheila to the bed on some pretext or other, attached the electrodes to her labia and growing tired of her wriggling and shouting, she had gagged her with her knickers and then put the sticky little pads directly on her clitoris after exposing it with some tape. Sarah also claimed that Sheila had come continuously for about ten minutes. But I knew that Sarah had problems with Sheila and, I suppose, with me as well to be fair, because she'd once tried to talk me into having sex with her shortly after finding me ill at home when Sheila was away.

So I treated it mainly for what it was – rumour.

But rumour or not, I had the feeling that where this form of play was concerned Sheila might not exactly be a virgin.

"That skull cap you're wearing, it's got electrodes that should be in touch with your forehead. Can you feel them?" I was back in that New York warehouse again, one hand in my pocket the other brushing against the hand of Miss Platinum who felt like she wanted to become my identical twin.

"Yes Mistress!"

"I'm going to shock your head, your ears, your tits, your feet and your cunt in roughly that order. But first you must ask me to shock you and each time I do, you must say "Thank you Mistress" do you understand?" there was no hesitation, in fact, I thought I noticed a faint smile as if she were on a path that she had trodden before.

"Yes Mistress, I understand" a slight pause, "would you please shock me?" I couldn't see her eyes close because she was blindfolded but I did hear a sharp breath and saw the corners of her mouth turn up. All in all it seemed to go on for about twenty seconds then her face relaxed again.

"Thank you Mistress!"

"You're welcome!" Sheila quickly recovered her composure. She knew what she had to do.

"Would you please shock me again Mistress?" A slight cry, no more than a muffled "aaaaah", escaped her lips as the clips attached to her earlobes were electrified. Her face taut but otherwise calm this shock must have lasted for something like thirty seconds.

The sight of this young and attractive girl dominating the experienced older woman, and this was the first time I had ever thought of her in those terms, was having a pretty devastating effect on me. Rubbing the side of his nose thoughtfully BJ walked into shot holding a small box in his hand. Sniffing a little, Sheila spoke first.

Thank you Mistress," Princess Maria inclined her head graciously.

"You're welcome!" Sheila took a deep breath.

"Would you please shock me again Mistress." Princess Maria put her head to one side.

"I think in future you'll have to tell me where you want to be shocked. Can you remember where it's due next?"

"Yes Mistress. On my tits Mistress!" the last few words were said almost breathlessly. The woman next to me grazed her hand against mine and for a moment we looked at each other as if we were both thinking the same thing. I looked away quickly. Before sentence could be carried out BJ intervened.

"Okay, well I like to think that it's not all pain at Sam.COM and since you've been a very good subject so far and answered all our questions I think it's time we gave you a little pleasure. What d'you think about that honey?"

" Thank you Sir!" the voice said one thing but the visible face said something else.

"Okay this has five speeds. We'll start you on number two just to warm that pussy up a little!" The vibrator starting up inside her probably caused her to jolt more than the shocks had done so far. Her head and toes twitched and her whole body tensed. She took several deep breaths, one after the other and let them out as slowly as she could and then she stifled a little cry. The Princess decided it was her turn to speak,

"Ask me to shock your tits! Tell me you want me to!" Things were starting to get hectic. BJ was handing the vibrator's control box over to The Princess and picking up a cane. My blood froze. Sheila seemed to have her feelings under control again. But there was an edge to her voice.

"Please would you shock my tits for me Mistress." I was watching Princess Maria and I saw her finger jab down on a black button, "I want you to shock my aaaaaaaaaaaah, I … want …you …to …please…shock…my tits…Mistress aaaaaaaaah!" forty seconds this time.

"Turn the vibe up to three!" BJ's voice, no more than a low monotone. Sheila still had a duty to perform.

"Thank you Mistress! Would you please shock my cunt?" Her teeth were clenched and a single tear ran from under the padded leather blindfold and down her left cheek. I guessed she had fifty seconds coming this time. In fact they gave her a minute and it's a minute that I will never forget.

Sheila screamed for the whole sixty seconds, whether from pain or pleasure or a mixture of both I will never know but scream she did.

I watched with disbelief as Bob Jay walked over to her and tapped the cane lightly on her clamped, roped and purple breasts,

"Okay baby how d'you feel?" she was sniffing and gasping for breath. I guessed that there were a lot more tears under that blindfold.

"Yes Sir… I'm Okay!… Thank you Sir." I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that this was Sheila and I couldn't believe that they were doing this to her. I knew the vibrator was still running because she was trying to shift in her seat, I could also see her lips pursing from time to time. The inquisition continued

"Now honey I asked you about drugs earlier and you said you'd never taken them, is that right?"

"That's right!" she stopped to sniff back more tears, "I've never taken drugs… in my life!" that was the moment when everything went wrong. Bob raised his arm, the arm she couldn't see,

"Wrong answer! If you don't call me "Sir" you get punished!" and in one blinding flash the cane crashed down on her vulnerable helpless breasts and she gave the most agonised yelp I'd ever heard in my life followed by a series of choking sobs and the next thing I knew I was on that stage, the cane was in two pieces on the floor and Bob was hitting the near wall with all the force of the right hander that I'd managed to land square on his chin. I was moving in for the second when my arm was grabbed and wrenched behind me and a voice in my ear said,

"I think you and I need to chill!" and before I knew it I was being dragged from the warehouse by a woman whose every muscle looked bigger than any of mine and out into the freezing New York night.

It was only then that I fully realised what I'd just done. I tried to pull away but the platinum haired body builder pushed me against a wall,

"Where ya going?"

"I er..."

"Well ya certainly can't go back in there!" I was breathing hard and she hadn't even broken sweat.

"Look I'm sorry I erm…"

"Is it at all possible for you people to speak a WHOLE sentence or have you got some kinda speech impediment over there?" I laughed even though there didn't seem too much to laugh about right then and her face softened, "Look, you idiot, she's okay. Who do you think comes up with a lot of these routines?" I stared at her and shrugged

"I don't know!" she sighed,

"The girls do! We do! I've done it before but I've also got a talent for tying knots!" she gave me a sly wink.

I suddenly realised where we were. In a tatty New York alley that smelt badly of piss. There was a backdrop of sounds mainly floating sirens and Hip Hop from a bar across the street. She saw me looking around.

"Yeah, ain't the best place to be right now is it? Oh and that shit you came out with earlier to the Princess?" I remembered speaking to Maria earlier in the day, telling her that The Bishop had asked me to take a look at their set up because he was considering doing something similar. I nodded.

"Well The Bishop had already phoned me. I used to work with him a coupla years ago, so we knew you were coming and WHY you were coming. That's why I kept Sheila blindfolded but we told her you were likely to be there and she still wanted to do it."

"Fuck him!" she looked at me inquisitively.

"Pardon me?"

"Is that what she said? Fuck him?"

"No it wasn't. She said something like "well I'd better be on my best behaviour then!" I nodded sadly.

"Mmm, pity I wasn't!" she nodded back

"Yeah, well Bob doesn't usually allow boyfriends 'cos of the trouble they cause," she grinned hugely, "thought you might be old enough to know better!"

"So did I!" she grinned again.

"Wanna beer?"

"Where?" she looked up at the cloudy night sky

"Well I don't live too far from here but we have to walk across the Park!" I looked at her, all tan and rippling muscles and other things and the thought of the Park didn't seem so daunting.

"What about your coat?" I said

"Never wear 'em!" and she grinned, grabbed my hand and we both walked back towards Central Park.

*

The hotel was gradually coming to life once more. Liz looked at her watch. It was just eight fifteen and they had to be away soon. In a surprisingly calm voice Sheila said,

"Are you two EVER going to untie me or am I being kidnapped again?" it struck a nerve in Liz and the realisation of what they had actually done finally sunk in.

Still sitting behind her, still with a protective arm around her, she said,

"No! Course not!" she leaned over to look at the little gold sleeper ring that was now safely embedded in Sheila's right nipple and touched it gingerly. Once again Sheila surprised her.

"I quite like it actually and if it heals up okay I'm going to keep it. Even if it does make me look like some sort of petulant teen who did it because her parents didn't want her to!" Liz had never heard her talk like this before and as if to make maters worse Sheila turned her head suddenly like some sort of grotesque ventriloquist's dummy and said,

"You like me, don't you Liz?" Liz was shocked, especially after what she had said to her earlier on. There was quiet in the room for a moment, the noise of the early New York traffic was already penetrating the double-glazing. She touched Sheila lightly on the cheek.

"Well, surprisingly enough Sheila, you've never done me any real harm. You drive Linda to distraction because she cares about you and Bill, well I know you two have a lot of history and I think you're being unfair with him…" Sheila looked as directly into her face as she could with her hands and wrists still tied.

"Liz, can't you see that he KILLED someone because of me. He killed someone FOR me!" Liz did her best not to choke.

"Oh come ON Sheila! Get OVER yourself! He was trying to SAVE you. He was set up by that policewoman remember…" Sheila sniffed,

"The one he was screwing!" Liz looked down her nose at her,

"We don't KNOW that, and it was either that bloke or Niles. He HAD to kill him Sheila. If he hadn't they'd both be dead and so would you! So I think you need to rethink your position on that one!" Sheila looked away and then she started to sniff back tears. Liz held her a little closer.

"You know, you're right Sheila. I do like you. I'd never really thought about it 'til now but I do. In some ways you remind me a bit of myself. You're independent, not afraid to say what you think…" Sheila jumped in,

"…bit of an arsehole! Oh I wasn't suggesting…" Liz laughed.

"No I know what you meant and yeah, you can come across like that sometimes but I think it's all part of your defence mechanism and at the risk of sounding like a psychiatrist I'd say it's something to do with not facing up to things." Sheila was now apparently looking down at her bare feet.

"Yeah, well I had a lot of time to think about all that. Y'know, despite everything, I still cannot get my head around how much Sarah hated me!" Liz nodded.

"Well she and I never got on and YOU, well you could always better her. If she said something you could normally come back at her and they don't like that in the Medical Profession, plus she was jealous of you and Linda." Sheila swivelled her neck disconcertingly once more.

"I know you're going to think I'm a big headed cow but she had a thing about me y'know." Liz dropped her gaze.

"I know. Linda told me. She told me about the dreams. About the times she tied you up…" Sheila turned back to her feet again.

"Have you seen her since"?

"No! Linda wouldn't have her anywhere near her and I can't understand why she wasn't arrested."

"She was. For a while. But they let her go in the end because she gave them a lot of information that helped them nick some people they'd been after for ages!" Sheila continued to stare at her feet, moving her toes and seeing how the light reflected against the polished nails. She sat there for a few moments and started to cry again. Liz hugged her close once more and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Sheila, it's all right. We ARE your friends y'know and Linda only wants to help you if…if you'd just let her in a bit more." at that moment the door opened and an imposing figure in a black leather trouser suit and Jimmy Choo shoes entered,

" Fucking mobile phones! You'd think…what's this then a fucking group hug!" if it were possible Liz clasped Sheila even closer.

"No it's not! We were talking about Sarah and how she got off!" still wary of Sheila Linda looked sharply at Liz.

"What? Sarah Beaumont? Don't worry, she may not be doing porridge but someone'll see that she gets hers one day, dot on the card!" she gave Liz an odd look and then she squatted down on her haunches and looked directly at Sheila.

"Anyway it's not HER that's giving me the problem," Liz had let go of Sheila and was standing just beside her now. She gripped Linda's arm.

"Sheila's okay," she said quietly, "Let's just untie her and I'll talk to you later." Now it was her turn to squat down.

"You going to be all right kid?" Sheila looked up at her and her face broke into a broad smile.

"No one's ever called me that before!" Linda was already behind her cutting the plastic tie that bound her wrists, "Oh Christ! That's better." She touched her new piercing, "And I'll tell them to go carefully on this for a while!" it was obvious that Linda's hackles were rising even as she cut away the plastic from Sheila's ankles. Liz jumped in

"Sheila have they ever done anything to you in that warehouse that you didn't want them to?" Sheila shook her head

"Never! It's all planned beforehand, I know exactly what's going to happen and I've got safe words if anything goes wrong," she paused and looked cheekily into Linda's eyes, "some of the things have been MY suggestion anyway!" she stood up and patted Linda's cheek just a little harder than was absolutely necessary and then without any warning she stretched up on her tip toes and kissed her full on the lips.

"But thank you very much for worrying and I absolutely LOVE my new piercing. Now if it's all right with you I'm going to wash my hair, have a piss and probably have a damn good crap as well, so if you wouldn't mind fucking off the pair of you, I would be very grateful!" Liz smiled and led the slightly stunned Linda to the door. As she opened it she said,

"Sheila, keep in touch. PLEASE. We both worry about you and we both LIKE you. OKAY?" and she saw Sheila's face break into a bigger, wider grin than before.

As the door closed Linda said,

" I managed to get through to him. I didn't wanna say anything in front of her." Liz looked thoughtful.

" Not sure she's bothered anymore, I get the impression there's someone else in the frame now… Anyway… So?"

"Well from what I could gather he's shacked up with TWO women. Not one but bloody two. He nearly had a fight but got saved!" Liz looked at her questioningly," Oh I dunno! He sounded knackered actually and he sounded like he was distracted, I mean really fucking distracted, like he was on another planet. Either that or someone was sucking his cock!" she inclined her head in the direction of Sheila's door. "Any chance of telling me what was going on in there?"

But Liz was already heading in the direction of the coffee shop.

"Not until I've had another fag, a muffin and at least two cups of coffee! Now come on!" and Linda had little option but to follow her retreating back down the corridor.

*

It was cold, walking out of the pub into the night air, but it was a clear night with a full moon and although there was some mist lying just above the grass on the higher parts of the moor, the journey back to Roundhay Park looked straightforward enough.

She waved goodbye to her friends, the only ones she was still in touch with and eased herself into the small, metallic blue car.

She could have allowed herself one drink but she had a long drive and she'd seen the results of that one drink in casualty far too often for her to take risks.

The engine started first time and with it the CD player. As she drove out of the pub cark park and onto to the small, dimly lit "A" road that led over the moors and back to Leeds she took a final glance in the mirror, watched her friends turning back into the warmth of the noisy and crowded bar, touching her fluffy blond hair as she did so, just to straighten it and headed for home.

She was quite surprised to hear "Tubular Bells" tinkle into life and then remembered that she had loaded it earlier in the cold but clear winter day. The funny thing about Tubular Bells, she mused to herself as she picked her way along the lonely road, was that whenever she mentioned the name to anyone they always pulled a face and said something like, "Oh not that shit!" Yet it was one of the biggest selling albums of all time, so who the hell bought it?

The van appeared out of nowhere or so it seemed. Large and white, she saw the glare of headlights in her rear view mirror before she noticed the van itself but so fast was it moving that it soon seemed to be hovering only feet from her rear bumper. She pulled over slightly to allow it to pass on the narrow road. She hadn't been driving these country roads for very long and wasn't really used to either their darkness or the fact that there was often just a ditch between her and some fairly hefty looking dry stone walls.

She flicked up the heating as the van roared past, its windows tinted, making the driver invisible. The moonlight made the moor look so eerie right now with the mist starting to rise up off the grass that she felt several involuntary shudders run down her spine.

She wasn't expecting what happened next.

One moment the van was roaring past her, the next it had stopped and was what seemed to be no more than fifty yards away with its lights off and sitting directly in her path.

She didn't panic.

She was a nurse, she was used to emergencies. She put her foot on the brake and declutched as quickly as she could without losing control of the vehicle but it wasn't enough, the van was too close and she was still going too fast.

Hands gripping the wheel tightly now, she did the only thing she could and turned it hard to the left, sending the little car arcing across the road and straight into a ditch.

The seat belt saved her. If she hadn't been wearing it she would undoubtedly have hit the windscreen but it locked and pulled her back into the seat wrenching her shoulder but saving her from any further harm. The thump as the car hit earth made her stomach churn but she hoped that the damage would be minimal. She sat back and blew out a long breath of relief and then she looked out at the road ahead of her and the blood seemed to freeze in her veins.

As Tubular Bells jingled away in the background so she saw the back doors of the van open and two people getting out. Two people of about the same shape and size who glistened in the moonlight. At least she assumed that they were people but the more she looked the less certain she became and the more fearful.

They appeared to be dressed entirely in silver. From the tips of their pointed boots to the top of their domed heads. Shiny silver. And they didn't walk normally. They turned almost lethargically, paused for a moment and then moved forward slowly, deliberately, robotically. As they got closer she realised that the material they were wearing must be latex. Shiny silver latex with not a trace of flesh anywhere.

Judging by their shape they had to be women. The suits fitted snugly, their breasts were prominent, their waists shapely and nipped in by shiny black belts. Their boots were not exactly made for this terrain, the heels must have been at least six inches high and they were knee length.

Silver gloves covered their hands.

Their heads were even more unreal. Shiny silver with only blackened grills at eyes and mouth. Unable to take her eyes off these apparently alien creatures she watched as they came to a halt a few feet from the car and stood a metre or so apart, picked out starkly in the bright moonlight, staring straight ahead of them. Staring not, it seemed, at her but blankly into space.

The creature that got out of the driver's side of the van was dressed exactly the same as the first two but looked much taller. Sarah could only watch in horrified fascination as she, because her shape could, once again, only be that of a female, clambered down and walked slowly and deliberately but somehow jerkily toward her two companions who still stared straight ahead of them.

For a moment the three strange and unearthly creatures stood motionless gazing, not at her but blankly into some kind of middle distance Then, almost as if given some kind of tacit signal, the middle one moved forward and was followed momentarily by her two companions who walked just a pace or so behind her.

It never even occurred to Sarah Beaumont to relock the doors of her car and it only took a few seconds for the creatures to prise the driver's door open, reach inside, hit the release button on the seat belt and drag her bodily from the wreck.

She screamed involuntarily knowing that no one would hear her out here and finally realising that she was more scared than she had ever been in her entire life. The tall one had a hand over her mouth before she could scream again and was already wrenching her arm behind her back. It was only then that she realised that the two smaller ones were now holding something in their right hands, something long and silver.

She had never experienced a cattle prod before, although she had seen them used and knowing that they were made for animals three or four times her own body mass made her instantly fearful. The creature to her left touched her briefly on the left buttock with hers and she immediately felt a shock of bone jarring intensity hit her.

The creature to her right did the same to her right buttock.

Each time she screamed and each time the tall one held her, wrenched her arm a little higher up her back and muffled her screams with her gloved silver hand.

She was held steady as they regrouped and she felt rather than saw the prods on her breasts, digging into each nipple. She tried to shake her head. She tried to scream. She tried to shout "No!" but the shocks hit her simultaneously and she would have fallen to her knees if the tall one behind her had not held her up,

It seemed to go on forever. Her eyes closed, her teeth now clenched in agony, the pain in her breasts so great that she thought she would pass out and then finally and to her great relief it stopped. She wanted to fall to the ground. She wanted to cry. she wanted to cry like she had never cried as an adult but there were "people" watching her.

She tried to sniff back the tears and then she realised that the pressure on her breasts was still there, that the cattle prods were still in place and then the shocks hit her again.

And again.

And again.

Eventually the tall one let go of her and allowed her to collapse, sobbing, to the ground only to drag her up by her hair almost immediately and put a latex clad hand round her throat.

The one to the left of her lowered herself slowly into a crouch whilst the other stood in front of her motionless, almost in the at ease position.

Her already sore right shoulder throbbed as her arm was bought up behind her back again and then she felt her skirt being ruffled and hands on her knickers which were then pulled down with surprising gentleness. Totally helpless, she watched the silver automaton rise slowly upward and trembled with horror as she drew the hem of her skirt up and tucked it into the waistband.

Sarah tried to shake her head as the other silver one moved forward and slowly raised the cattle prod. She was open and exposed, her panties at her knees; her skirt rucked up, the light down of her blonde pubic hair open to the elements.

She tried to move.

She tried to get away but it was all completely hopeless.

She tried to speak or scream or even negotiate but the hand around her throat choked back her words. She gasped when she felt the prod touch the area adjacent to her clitoris and then the world dissolved into a series of coloured flashes and she fell to the tarmac unconscious.

She didn't see the creatures picking up her prone body, lug it over to the back doors of the van and then unceremoniously pitch it inside and she didn't see the figure dressed entirely in black that appeared from out of the ditch and slipped, unnoticed, into her abandoned car.

Neither did she see two of the silver creatures leave the back of the van, run as best they could in their high heels over to the car and do their best to shove it forward whilst the black clad diver reversed it slowly out of the ditch. Neither did she see the car being cursorily inspected by all three conspirators and then driven slowly off in the opposite direction to the one in which it had originally been travelling.

*

For a moment she thought it had all been a dream.

And then she opened her eyes and immediately tried to scream when she saw one of the silver creatures standing beside her.

She was in what looked like a makeshift ambulance that her stuttering senses told her must be the back of the white van. She tried to raise her head but it was strapped tightly to the padded stretcher on which she now lay, totally and utterly, she realised with embarrassment, naked.

She was also unable to move.

Completely immobile.

There were webbing straps, similar to the ones used to make seat belts, at roughly six-inch intervals across her entire body. There was one at her ankles, one across her shins, one over her knees and so on. One squashed her ample breasts down tightly and another across her forehead held her whole head firm against the stretcher. As if that were not enough her ankles and wrists had been individually restrained to the side of the gurney.

One of the two smaller silver creatures was beside her easing what she realised was a small, transparent, anaesthetic mask over her nose. Instinctively she tried to breath in through her mouth and avoid whatever it was they were trying to give her, which smelt heavy and noisome but she soon realised that she couldn't.

She couldn't open her mouth because it was packed full of something. So full that she could feel her cheeks bulge and so full that she could hardly make a sound. She now felt the pressure of something wound around and around her face, but not, curiously, snagging her hair.

Surgical tape.

Surgical tape holding whatever had been stuffed into her mouth to keep her quiet, (it felt as if it might be wads of crepe bandage), firmly in place.

She had no option but to breathe in through her nose and the moment she did, the moment she inhaled, she felt woozy and light headed. She didn't pass out. She remained conscious but all the tension seemed to go out of her body. As she breathed in again, as she breathed in more of the heavy cloying gas, so the feelings, or lack of them, became stronger. Her mind was still active but her body felt heavy and relaxed. Much more relaxed than it should be under the circumstances.

The silver creature lifted the anaesthetic mask for a moment and put it to one side. She then unbuckled the strap holding Sarah's forehead to the stretcher and put her hand on the back of her head to lift it, as Sarah was already incapable of lifting it herself.

Her touch felt strange. She realised that she should be feeling the latex glove against her hair but instead she could actually feel the glove itself, warm and slippery somehow, as if it were touching her hand or her arm.

With a shudder and a pang of excitement that she did her best to ignore, she realised that they must have shaved her bald. Cradling her head in one hand, the silver creature slipped the elastic from the mask over her head and lowered her gently to the stretcher again. She then replaced and retightened the forehead strap. But she didn't let go of Sarah entirely.

Satisfied that the mask was in place and that she still could not move, she began to lightly stroke Sarah's head with both hands as if to emphasise her baldness. On the other side of the stretcher, which took up most of the middle part of the van, the other smaller, silver creature appeared. In her right had she was holding a bottle. A clear plastic bottle full of liquid. She took off the cap, inverted it and allowed the liquid inside to drizzle onto Sarah's naked tummy.

From the slowness with which it poured it was obvious that the liquid was thick and viscous and also warm. There was no shock as it dripped onto her exposed flesh. The creature with the bottle began to move upwards toward her head holding it about six inches from her flesh and allowing it to dribble all over her.

Above and below her breasts, up to her neck and then down to her abdomen, onto her legs and her feet and then back up again, slowly heading for just one place. She had been anticipating this. Despite her predicament she had almost wished for it. When the warm oil touched the dark puffy outer lips of her vagina she almost swooned with pleasure. She closed her eyes and her sigh was audible through the gag. She tried to open her eyes but something heavy, moist and impenetrable was being slowly eased in place over them. It felt almost like dough, so soft and malleable was it. She felt it being taped in place and the strap round her head being undone once more so that the tape could be wrapped around and around her head.

Blind and mute, strapped helplessly to a stretcher, naked and bald. An utter nightmare and yet one she had got off on more than once. One that she had fantasised about often and even had vivid dreams about.

She had often worried in the past about the sexual intensity of her dreams.

She had once dreamt about being a captive on a desert island. A captive of a wild woman, tanned and blonde, who looked after her but kept her bound. Who pegged her out naked on the beach to acclimatise her to the hot sun and who would cover her with her own body to prevent her from burning.

The focus of these dreams was a person she knew. A person she often fought with and whose closeness to Linda, she had to admit with hindsight, she had been almost insanely jealous of, but whose image she could not get out of her mind

Sheila.

For three months she used to go to bed at nights and dream of being Sheila's captive on that warm desert island where she cooked for Sheila, kept house for Sheila, made clothes for Sheila and in return Sheila foraged for her and looked after her, kept her bound at the ankle to a stump and naked whilst she was out hunting and took her naked and leashed into the lush green hills, her wrists bound behind her, to wash in a warm clear waterfall where they often made love.

The dreams were clear and vivid, so vivid that she would look forward to bed and look forward even more to falling asleep.

She felt the mask being adjusted on her nose and then she felt the straps around her legs and ankles being undone. It didn't matter because she couldn't move them much anyway but those around her wrists, upper torso and her head remained tightly in place.

And then she felt the hands.

They were slow and gentle. Soft and smooth. They couldn't be gloved any more she could feel too much and they were starting to rub the thick, warm oil gently into her calves. She felt another pair of hands on her feet and another pair on her sensitive upper thighs.

Her mind was beginning to soften. The fear was easing itself to one side like a curtain being drawn back, revealing for the first time a window onto another world, a world of soft sensual pleasure. Her neck relaxed and then her head as the warm deep massage continued

She loved her feet being rubbed and soft female hands were now smoothing the heavy oil deeper and deeper into her soles and her ankles and the balls of her sensitive feet. Even into her toes. She lay blind and mute revelling in the feeling as more hands traced their way up her legs and yet more smoothed the oil into her aching thigh muscles.

She didn't resist when she felt something being wound softly but tightly around her left ankle and continue slowly and inexorably up to the very top of her thigh, not that she could have resisted anyway. And she didn't demur when she felt something soft and downy being slid between her toes. Something that felt like it could be cotton wool.

Now she realised that her left foot was being wrapped. She felt the cloth being wound around her ankle and back to her toes over and over again. She felt more wrapping and more wrapping on her leg until it was stiff and inflexible, heavy and incapable of movement.

And as the anaesthetic crept further into her tissues and her consciousness so she didn't try to struggle and she didn't try to cry out, even though she knew what was being done to her. In fact, as she felt movement around her, as she felt her right leg being gently and thoroughly massaged and those oh, so knowing fingers working on her bare right foot, she positively welcomed it.

*

There was a moment of silence after they had replaced the cross straps on her now thickly bandaged legs and tied her bandaged ankles to the stretcher once more. She wasn't numb, in fact if anything the drug had heightened her feelings and although she couldn't see she was able to somehow FEEL movement close to her. She felt as if she could detect the air currents and vibrations that the silver people around her produced. She felt as if she could somehow "see" them in her mind

The little one.

The little silver one with the jerkier movements of the two.

The innocent seeming one.

She was there. She knew it was her, she could feel her presence and she was stroking her bald head again. Smoothing the oil into her scalp. An act that seemed so, so intimate that Sarah could hardly contain herself. She felt so on the edge. So close to a kind of orgasm that she had never experienced before.

So strange.

So close.

So very close.

And she felt her abdomen lurch as the little silver one kissed her. Kissed her gently on her naked scalp. She shivered inwardly. What she thought of as her pussy when she was fantasising suddenly contracted. Contracted hugely and a feeling something like love seemed to surge throughout her body.

At the same time she felt something cold against her contracting vagina. Something that made the skin around it tingle. It didn't burn but it felt cold, the way menthol feels on bare skin. The gentle stroking and kissing of her head continued then something else touched her close to her sensitive pussy

A fleeting touch.

Almost a scrape and the little one continued to kiss her.

The scrapes became regular now and she finally realised what they were doing.

They were shaving her pubic hair.

She was a natural blond so what bodily hair she had wasn't really noticeable but she used a depilatory on her body anyway because it made it feel soft and sensual when she was masturbating. Recently, however, she had let her pubes grow back.

It felt good to have a shaven pussy again and when she felt gentle fingers running lightly against her freshly shaven lips and a soft cloth removing any remaining traces of shaving foam there was another liquid surge inside her that nearly engulfed her once again but once again, she fought against it.

This was like a wish fulfilled.

This was too good to waste.

She revelled in the restraints. She loved having her wrists bound; and she loved the feel of the restraining strap on her forehead. She baulked a little when she felt the straps being removed from her torso and head but also felt relieved somehow that they did not untie her wrists.

She felt herself being eased into a sitting position and the wrist straps adjusted but she remained heavily blindfolded and the gag seemed to swell in her mouth and suddenly she realised why.

Her mouth was full of cloth but there was something else in there too. The cloth had been packed in place carefully around the roof, bottom and sides of her mouth and a pump gag inserted to fill the space in between. So, thickly padded though it already was, her mouth could be filled out even more by the pumping of air into the rubber bladder of the gag.

It was happening now making her even more excited. Two hands steadying her head while several short but slow pumps, (she could hear the air hissing), forced her jaws even wider open.

She wished, she just wished, that someone would touch her pussy right now.

She felt the mask over her nose being adjusted and a sudden change in the smell of the gas. Now she breathed it in deeply wanting more and more.

She felt soft hands on her large breasts and something that made her dizzy with excitement. What could only be a warm, soft, pair of lips fastening themselves on to her right nipple and sucking gently, then, to her disbelief another pair settling themselves around her left one.

If only someone would play with her pussy. With her warm, sensitive and liquid cunt.

If only.

She felt the warm lips being replaced by something colder and harder, something that felt somehow greasy but also unyielding. Then she heard a noise similar to the puffing made by the inflatable gag and felt pressure on her nipples and then on each of her breasts. Something round was pressing into the base of each one, which was, in turn, sucking them up inside it. Then she realised what was happening.

Vacuum pumps.

Vacuum pumps on each breast. Sucking them tightly up into their narrow confines but more than that, this was a pump within a pump. A smaller one to draw and engorge her nipple and a larger one to encompass the whole breast and drag it obscenely into the clear glass cylinder.

Oh please.

Please.

If only someone would touch her. Touch her clit. Stick their fingers inside her needy wet cunt…

She was still in a sitting position. For good measure she felt the gag being pumped a little more and then even more pressure on breasts that were being both stretched and compressed at the same time.

She felt them beginning the bandaging process again.

This time it was from her lower abdomen upward. It tickled and aroused her down there, so close were they to her pussy. And it aroused her when they touched around her so sensitive breasts as well. Very soon her whole body from abdomen to shoulders to neck was encased in bandages, not one layer but many, many layers ensuring that she was stiff and unable to move.

Much attention was paid to the area around her breasts because it was obvious that they wanted to seal the pumps in place. She felt the hands on her head again. Her wrists were untied and then she was being laid gently back on the stretcher. Ever so carefully and gently because she was stiff from waist to neck. They retied one wrist and then began to bandage the other Unseen hands helping her close it into a fist and packing cotton wool in and around it so it would be comfortable.

When they were finished, when the hand and arm were completely rigid and covered in layer after layer of bandages they retied her wrist to the stretcher and turned their attentions to the other arm.

Once again they packed cotton wool into the palm of her hand and then, with gentle pressure, helped her close it into a fist. Then they wrapped more around the hand and began to slowly bandage from fingers to knuckles to wrist and so on. And when they had finished one layer so they started on the next. In her mind's eye Sarah could she her arm becoming thicker and thicker and feel it getting stiffer with each passing minute

. She knew that the little one was still there. She could hear her breathing and the breathing got closer and closer until it was immediately next to her right ear. They had undone the restraints at her wrists and ankles because she was no longer capable of movement.

The thick layers of bandage prevented her from using either her legs or her arms. Her neck was held stiff. Her hands were bandaged into useless fists and her feet so thickly padded and bandaged that she doubted if she would ever be able to stand.

The feeling, the erotic feeling of being so utterly helpless pervaded her entire being and every now and then they would let the air out of the pumps at her breasts and pump them up again even harder.

She was a toy to be played with

That breathing. That slow staccato breathing deep into her ear only served to arouse her even more.

They were helping her sit up again and she felt something being fitted around her neck. Being a nurse she knew exactly what it was. It was a high, wide thickly padded surgical collar designed to keep the neck rigid and comfortable. Which is exactly what it did and it only served to add to her exquisite feeling of utter helplessness.

Keeping her bolt upright she could feel them beginning to wind the bandages around her arms and body, effectively trapping them to her sides.

She had known right from the start what they were going to do, that they were going to mummify her and she was thrilled beyond belief. She had never been so sexually excited before. She couldn't speak or move and there were people, she knew they were people, she didn't know who they were but they were people, living breathing people, making her progressively more helpless, turning her into a rigid, human, helpless, mummy.

She felt what seemed to be thick pads being placed near her elbows, presumably to stop the bones from binding and then, drawing a deep breath to prevent herself from coming on the spot and whilst her arms continued to be bandaged to her sides, she felt more pads being placed on her eyes and around her cheeks and what had to be cotton wool laid softly and fluffily against her bare scalp.

They were going to start wrapping her head.

She held herself back as she felt the mask being lifted and small rubber tubes being eased into her nose. There was a pause, and then the mask was replaced. But it wasn't the same. This one felt softer and more pliable somehow and it had a distinctive smell.

She shivered.

It was a rubber mask.

She took a deep, deep breath in. The gas seemed even stronger and even more pungent now it was mixed with the strong and somehow comforting smell of rubber.

At this point the wrapping of her head began in earnest. They took the precaution; although it was no longer necessary, of tying her ankles once more to the stretcher whilst they wound yet more bandages around her upper torso covering the surgical collar and taking a few turns from there to the top of her head to just prevent her from moving it at all.

Her heavily bandaged and useless fists were the only things that protruded from her body now. They were welded to her sides with turn after turn of bandage but they had yet to be incorporated into the overall shape of the mummy.

She felt the pressure, the intoxicating pressure building up around her head as they wrapped slowly and carefully holding the anaesthetic mask in place and bandaging it carefully into position.

They wrapped and they wrapped and they wrapped taking care all the while to leave her ears exposed. Not once did they wrap across them, just around them. The feeling she got was they were turning her head into something the shape of a football. It felt heavy and yet that very heaviness felt somehow relaxing.

She took stock

Her toes were so tightly but comfortably bound in all that cotton wool that she could not move them. Her ankles were rigid, her legs and thighs were bound wide open so that she could feel air on her exposed and shaven pussy but they were inflexible too, she couldn't move them if she tried. To move either of her stiffly wrapped and heavy legs would require one of the silver creatures to pick it up and move it for her.

Likewise her upper body.

In fact tummy, chest, neck, shoulders and head all felt as if they were one tight unit. The only movement she was capable of now was a slight twitch of her bound fists.

Everything had to be done for her now and it was so exciting to have these two, young, silver creatures dictating her every move, having complete control of her, dominating her in a subtle and incomprehensibly arousing way.

She felt the two of them on either side of her, easing her stiff body back to the stretcher, placing several soft pillows under her securely wrapped and well padded head. The feeling was incredible. She couldn't help thinking that if she were a man her cock right now would be unbelievably rigid and desperate for attention. She lay back and wondered what it would feel like to have that little silver creature's hand just brush across it delicately.

Her mind was drawn back to the present by the feeling of her legs being untied and she felt the thrill when she tried to move them and couldn't. Slowly and carefully they were eased together and something was tied around her ankles.

She felt them being slowly hoisted into the air until it felt as if they were at roughly a forty five degree angle to her prone and relaxed body. She felt something soft being pushed under her and past her hips until the small of her back rested comfortably on what felt like several pillows. Her pussy and bottom were still bare, her legs yet to be joined.

She had found that if she made noises at the back of her throat, (they sounded to her like little cooing noises and were in fact the only sounds that she could make) the silver ones responded. She made a little oomphing noise now, just to let them know that the angle at which her legs were tied was just a little too acute bearing in mind how stiff she was.

The response was immediate. Even through the thick bandages she could feel the creature's hands on her head and she could almost see her inclining her head questioningly, mutely asking her what was wrong?

She grunted and tried vainly to move her legs but nothing happened, the silver creature must have understood her though because almost immediately her legs were lowered into a more comfortable position and she felt a hand briefly touch her bandaged forehead.

When they began to join her legs together they took away her last chance of movement and her last chance of freedom. Once again she had to breathe very deeply to prevent herself from climaxing

They put thick pads between her legs to stop the bones from binding and then bound them tightly from ankle to upper thigh but before they finished they turned their attention to her bottom and the soft, exposed, area of abdominal flesh above her thighs.

"Please touch my pussy! Please!" she thought to herself as she felt the bandaging begin and she was really quite disappointed to think that soon her puffy wet, cunt (so wet it felt as if it were dripping) would be covered up.

She was wrong

She felt the bandages being wound between her legs around her thighs and over her bottom and she winced with pleasure when stray, or maybe not so stray, fingers briefly touched her pubic mound or her inner thigh.

The little one had stayed with her; even now she was stroking her head and breathing close to her left ear, almost as if she were purring to her. Somehow the fact that she couldn't speak and that none of the silver creatures seemed capable of it either aroused her even more.

The bandaging continued, she was almost fully covered now and she felt the cloth strips being laid gently along her labia, she shivered and waited for the criss crossing to start but it never happened. Once again layer after layer of bandage was applied to her thighs and her lower back and bottom but they left her pussy and the little rosebud that was her rectum uncovered. As if to emphasise this she felt knowing fingers touching her puckered labial lips and she would have moaned with pleasure if she had been able to. They took the opportunity to bandage her fisted hands tightly to her sides, and then they lowered her legs to the stretcher.

She could not see.

She could not speak and try as she might she now could not move. She was completely wrapped, totally enclosed. Her pussy and her arsehole were still open and that made her shiver with anticipation. She wondered what it would be like to be deaf as well. She wondered what it would be like if she could not make her little grunting noises either.

She felt what could only be a rope around her thickly padded ankles and she felt it tighten as it was tied to the stretcher just to make her feel that little more helpless. She reeled inwardly as a stronger, much richer dose of the anaesthetic gas pervaded her nostrils as she took a deep breath in to try to control herself

She felt pressure on her forehead and realised that despite everything they were strapping her head down once more. She had to concentrate this time to prevent the climax overtaking her but she just managed it

She felt movement on either side of the stretcher and it shaking slightly and what could only be two bodies climbing up next to her, insinuating themselves against her, cuddling up to her and it was only with the utmost effort that she managed to contain herself yet again

Another deep hit of gas and then she felt playful hands exploring her, stroking her rounded head, touching the pumps that stretched compressed and sensitised her breasts and stroking her tummy. She felt feet touching hers and it felt to all intents and purposes as if these two, (they could only be the silver creatures) as if these two were now completely naked.

Her mind rejoiced as she felt fingers creeping down to her pussy. She felt them gently, playfully, exploring her labia, running their fingers along the outside and then delving just a little deeper.

Her skin seemed to explode into Goosebumps when she felt them ever so gently touching around her clitoris and carefully exposing it. She thought SHE would explode when she felt warm breath on it, not even having time to wonder where that breath came from

Again she managed to hold on and then a strange sensation overtook her tiny sensitive bud. Something hard was being pressed into place around it, hard and unyielding. She made those little oomphing noises at the back of her throat and had her bandaged head stroked in return. Then suction. Suction on her poor little vulnerable and sensitive clitty. Not content with vacuum pumps on her breasts not content with a pump gag in her mouth, now they had attached a pump to her querulous little clit.

She had thought of herself as a toy earlier and it was utterly true. For what seemed like hours they toyed with her and played with her. They inflated and deflated her breasts and nipples over and over again. They pumped up her gag until she thought her cheeks would burst. They pumped up her clitty causing her so much pleasure that she nearly fainted on several occasions. And all the time they were listening for the little grunts that were the only sound that she could make. Grunts of pleasure, grunts of discomfort, grunts of ecstasy. She was their plaything. She was their toy and she loved every minute of it.

Sarah was a nurse and so was used to being in control but her life had spiralled out of control a long time ago and now here she was in a position where she had no control at all. Where others controlled her. And it felt good.

After what seemed like hours and probably was, things seemed to slow down. Something she was grateful for because it at least gave her a chance to catch her breath.

They soothed her, the two creatures on either side of her. They calmed her and they hugged her. She was now in a kind of limbo. Where she had been so excited and stimulated without actually wanting to climax, and then not been ALLOWED to she now didn't know what was best but still she erred on the side of caution and tried to avoid one where possible mainly because she didn't want these games to end.

The girls had been very adept. When Sarah had tried to avoid climaxing they had realised this and made a point of taking her to the brink and then denying her, not once but time, after time, after time. They had soothed their fingers against her pussy but never actually entered it at first, just contenting themselves with constant touching and teasing.

Then they had gone a little further and delved their fingers into her wetness one after the other and listened to her muffled grunts and tiny groans. They had played cat and mouse with her exquisitely but now it was time to move on.

While the girls held her and stroked her she felt something touch her pussy. Something warm and pliable, almost soft. And at the very same time she felt something near her little rosebud, near her arsehole. It tickled but she couldn't do anything about it and all the time the girls were soothing her and cuddling her and pumping her tits up and down just to keep her distracted.

It felt cold and it was cold but Sarah was no stranger to having things inserted in her back passage. She knew it was lubricant and she adored the feel of it, wet and cold and exciting. Sarah loved anal play and even though they didn't need to, even though she was mummified and tied down the girls held onto her using their weight to pin her to the stretcher. Already her excitement was starting to bubble over again

She felt something just nudge against her tight hole, instead of contracting her muscles she pushed against the anal invader to allow it to be eased further and further inside her rectum. When it stopped she was glad because it allowed her time to take as deep a breath as she could under the circumstances and try yet again not to come.

When they slipped the rubber cock into her cunt without warning, the cunt that was so wet already that it didn't need any lubrication, and when they began inflating her tits and her clit as well she had to plead. She had to beg and plead through a series of grunts and groans to please not let her climax! Please not yet!

When the huge cock like dildo in her cunt started to grow and started to fill her so full that she could only lie back and let out little muffled grunts of ecstasy,

When they started to stroke her head and the dildo in her arse began to inflate and vibrate and whirr against her sensitive back passage,

When they pumped her tits so much she thought, she really thought, that they would explode,

When they deflated her clitoris and began to rub it gently with soft innocent fingers,

Only then did Sarah Beaumont climax and keep on climaxing until the world seemed to explode in her face and she passed out from sheer sensual overload.

*

It was very quiet when she woke up and she could instantly feel that her circumstances had changed. She was in a confined space that seemed somehow to undulate against her. She was still incapable of movement and she could still feel the devices between her legs, particularly the vaginal vibrator, pulsing quietly away just keeping her slightly above calm, just keeping her inner passage moist and excited.

Her breasts were still compressed but her nipples seemed strangely free.

The anaesthetic mask was still over her nose and it still smelt strongly of rubber. Her mouth felt stale and she had a headache. She thought there was movement close by but the images and feelings that she had had before were obviously the result of the anaesthetic.

Now she felt low and depressed, there was kind of blackness around her, a deep, deep, sense of foreboding

Only now was she beginning to realise the sort of trouble that she was really in.

There WAS movement. Someone WAS close by. Maybe more than one person. And for a moment her spirits lifted. Perhaps they would get her out of here.

They sagged even lower than before as she felt something cold against her left nipple and then the same sensation on her right. It felt as if a metal band were being forced down as far as it would go. The nipple pumps were replaced and suction began once more. It hurt now because of the rings.

For the first time in what seemed like days someone spoke.

It was a voice that had been electronically altered and that she didn't recognise.

"REMEMBER THE RINGS?" it asked. Her mind was still woozy. She wanted more of whatever she had been drugged with. Rings? Rings? What possible relevance could rings have?

And then it hit her almost as hard as if someone had punched her in the stomach.

Two rings!

They must be the rings that she and Linda had exchanged on Boxing Day nearly two years ago. Two long years ago when she and Linda still spoke to each other. Before the kidnappings. Before the hate.

She sighed hard and as best she could with the rubber gag still in her mouth.

"REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID TO SHEILA?"

How could she forget? So much did she hate and yet love Sheila she would have done anything to her and she very nearly did. It hadn't been her idea to tie her to the machine and film her as it fucked her mercilessly but as there was no one else available and because it had been made clear that she didn't have any options she had done it.

Until, that is, she had realised just how much it was hurting her, just how much she was suffering and suddenly revenge, the revenge that she wanted because she couldn't have Sheila and had already lost Linda had meant absolutely nothing.

More movement around her and she started or tried to as she felt her ears being touched and something being pushed inside each one. She guessed it must be wax earplugs. Something soft touched her outer ears, more cotton wool, thick pads of it and then bandages, around and around her head to seal it all in place.

Now she could hear the blood literally pumping through her heart.

A feeling of confinement came over her and she could vaguely hear something grating into place above her.

Something above her - a lid.

Oh please God no!

But something at the back of her mind had always been telling her this; it had just been pushed away by the drugs and the sexual excitement.

There were vibrations. She guessed what they were and then the lining of the box that she must be in began to move, began to swell on all sides, including the lid, until it held her tightly in place and prevented any movement at all. She guessed that this was because the box would soon be moved and that they did not want her weight to shift.

Suddenly there was movement.

A smooth downward movement.

When the vibrators in her bottom and in her vagina began to whirr strongly once more, causing her whole body to quiver,

When she remembered how Sheila tried to beg her to turn off the machine that she was tied to,

When she heard what could only be the first sod of earth falling on what was undoubtedly the lid of her coffin,

Only then did Sarah Beaumont break down and start to cry.

THE STORY WILL CONTINUE IN "RETRIBUTION!"

© Wallace 2004. The writer maintains the right to be recognised as the author of this piece. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any places, either real or imaginary or any people or characters real or fictitious, living or dead.

July 2004


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