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* Her eyes opened wide with astonishment when he returned to the room. " He put the electric saw down on the leather sofa and took her hand. I'm just going to cut through the lid at the four corners which ought to release it enough to let us get the screwdriver underneath it fully and get some proper leverage on it..." He looked down at his hand, which was beginning to throb painfully, "... Sheila was edging closer and closer as if hypnotised and drawn toward the box by some kind of spell and the second lid was beginning to open, both halves raising themselves upwards like Tower Bridge and more and more smoke was pumping out and into the small lounge. So thick that they could no longer see the walls of the room. Meanwhile her hands were stroking gently at her captive's body. The captive pulled a number of faces, smiling, frowning and generally grimacing until she had worked the stiffness out of her jaw, but she was still tied up, still blindfolded and still naked. Her arms, pinioned as they were to her sides, were trying to move and her fingers, held uselessly inert by the mittens and the straps, seemed to be trying to flex. A low keening noise that seemed to be coming from Bandy herself and then, all of a sudden and for no apparent reason, as both Bill and Sheila looked on powerless to intervene, her whole body began to shake violently. The writer asserts the right to be recognised as the author of this piece. "Well," he said slowly, "You could try Bandy's helmet for starters." Sheila came slowly upright. "Well the smoked stopped fairly quickly, didn't it?
He didn't see her grasp both hands together and place them tightly against her cheek. The only other sound was that of the word "bollocks" being said quietly and through clenched teeth from somewhere in the hall. " It had been his Father's and he had never used it before - but there was a time and a place for everything. " "The idea is to get her out of there - not cut her bloody head off! For a few seconds neither of them moved and then he saw it. Smoke was beginning to rise from the body of the box, but it quickly became apparent that it wasn't the smoke produced by burning material because it smelt sweet and cloying and it was rapidly filling the room. She trailed her tongue up onto her chin across her soft peach like cheek, then delved it into her ear and then breathed gently into it for a few moments. " Soft eager fingers reached behind the woman's head to unbuckle the gag and lay it, sodden and dripping with saliva, gently on to the bed. Her muscles tensed and it looked as if she were trying to thrust her head forward. " He looked around the room, at the box and at Bandy who was currently standing darkly, silent and motionless once more, inside it, her hands loosely by her sides like an automaton whose current had been switched off. And yet the more he looked at her, the more he felt that he was being watched, even though he was convinced that she was currently sightless.
The strong but somehow comforting smell of rubber seemed to permeate the entire room. Sheila waved a hand in front of her face to clear smoke away and then she stopped as if frozen to the spot, her voice no more than a whisper. Sheila was no longer visible in the smoke and, suddenly panicked, he called her name and started forward only to bump into something in what was now a whiteout. He was working at a small thin collar around her neck. As he did so the hood loosened and rode up to reveal the features beneath.
Studying the creature from every angle while he watched for signs of movement, or anything which might mean danger, but the creature seemed thankfully inert at the moment. "Come here." He said quietly, noticing that Bandy's head seemed to have stopped deflating, "It's all right I haven't killed her! Bandy still stood in front of them seemingly unruffled by the deflation of her head. " It was one of those remarks that didn't necessarily sound sarcastic, but which required him to turn round and study Sheila's face just to make sure.
He eased himself through the door balancing the cardboard platter in one hand. Something that he very seldom saw and therefore didn't readily recognise. She walked around the box until she was standing close to him. There were no central heating noises to obscure any sounds. She suddenly realised that there was absolutely no dilemma at all and she extended her arms drew the woman hard against her and slipped her tongue into her ear. The dark haired woman sighed and relaxed back onto the bed and the blonde woman, pleased to have the upper hand for once, rolled on top of her. Tried to roll on top of the dark haired woman, but she resisted and pushed her back against the thickly carpeted floor. She looked down at her clothes and then back at Ally. An English, middle class, hippy who went to India and got carried away with it all! Throwing it as wide open as he could, he turned back to face the room and Bandy and spreading his legs slightly and enunciating slowly and clearly, he seemed to fix his eyes on a point somewhere in the middle of the room. The little green men hovering above us in a flying saucer? " She looked again at the small, shiny circular object set into the side of the jet black box, then at the man standing beside her and then at the box again. She peered into the tiny circular hole and saw that it was covered in glass and then she turned and looked back at Bill. Her lips were soft, moist and inviting and he couldn't help but think of other parts of her that were just as soft, just as moist and just as inviting. "Look this is all very well" She ran a hand through her hair to try to smooth it out, "But shouldn't we do this examination while my blood pressure's still fairly low? They had been kissing, amongst other things, for nearly half an hour and she knew that Allison was quite right.
He set the coffee and croissants down carefully on the top of the box and looked at her as calmly as he could. The dark haired woman was now on top of her, something she seemed to relish, and then Ally felt gentle fingers sliding up her own thigh and soft breath against her cheek and then, with no warning, a sharp intake of breath. She noticed her short black leather skirt and her leather jerkin worn over a white, puff sleeved blouse, open low enough to show some cleavage and traces of the black strapless bra that she wore underneath. Sensing that Bandy was in no immediate danger, Sheila moved round to join her partner. The leather jerkin was already being placed carefully on the back of the nearest chair. " Said Doctor Chaudhari, folding her arms in front of her, "but maybe another time. Parting her legs slightly, she stood in front of the doctor, unbuttoned and unzipped her short, black leather skirt and let it fall to the floor, to land in a small heap at her ankles. Vicki looked her up and down She was wearing long black stockings, stockings that complimented her long legs and plump, swelling calves and thighs perfectly.
Like most people Allison Pearson had encountered a lot of dilemmas in her time and would, undoubtedly, face many more. She was staring into the black and shiny, fibreglass visage with hollow but unseeing black eye sockets and a stylised silver mouth with painted on teeth that covered the facemask through which she was drawing oxygen. But it was said too quietly and he was too far away from her to be sure. "It looks like it's in two halves y'know, held together by four little screws…" Suddenly another face was level with his. " * "Are you gonna let me up sometime today or am I gonna be flat on me back all night? " And she shifted her position again so that her knees were pinioning Ally's arms to the floor and then she reached back, never taking her eyes off her face and picked up where she had left off, running her fingers around Ally's stocking tops, tracing the suspenders, letting her hand run its way lightly towards her crotch but pulling away before it actually got there. In trying to shift the collar a little and therefore help loosen the helmet, Sheila had uncovered something that she was peering at curiously. " The dark haired woman remained on the floor but had drawn herself into a sitting position hugging her knees. She studied it carefully for a few seconds and then stalked back towards him. When she spoke it was as loudly and as clearly as he had spoken earlier. " She stole a quick glance at Bill and then her voice deepened and darkened. At the same time she insinuated her warm, soft, body against his. It wasn't as if they had a LIVE audience and it was also unusual for Sheila, although an undeniably passionate person, to have reached this stage quite so quickly, although he thought that he could understand the reason for her sudden fervour.
Someone had once described her as "a little terrier". "I want you to stick that in there." He looked at the rear end only a few tantalising inches away from him. * After a quarter of an hour of hard and fairly useless labour they were both sweating. It seemed quicker now and somehow more urgent, whilst the box seemed relentlessly impenetrable. Her plump, large nippled left breast, which, according to her partner, was perfectly symmetrical to her right, although both at that precise moment, looked a little redder and a little more prominent than was normal. Something lying between the woman's outstretched legs. Its surface was actually matt black like the clamps and covered with small knobbly features but right now it gleamed slickly in the overhead lighting.
" * Once Sheila had set her mind to something she never gave up. " It only took a second for her to turn round, still bent over, and head butt him in the stomach, but it took him several minutes to regain his composure. If there IS anyone inside there they'd be held rigid…." She glanced up at him and this time he recognised the look in her eyes. There were two objects like blunt ended alligator clamps but matt black in colour and connected by a silver chain, lying only inches away from her left breast.
" I know what it says and I know what it is, but why is it here and what exactly is in it? A hand stroking the soft sensitive recesses of her inner thigh. She noticed that her tongue was pierced, that she was freckled, that she had a small blue stud just to the right of her upper lip and multiple ear piercings. Her suspender belt was short and skimpy and semi transparent as where her panties which were little more than a thong.
" Slowly and carefully as if to a child who wasn't really listening, then suddenly suspicious, " Have you been ordering things again? Her shiny jet-black hair was short and tousled and had a vivid white streak at the front. I'll have to cut her out." Sheila looked hard at him, but for once her mouth remained shut although she did bite her lower lip. That she did not trim or shave her pubic hair was obvious from where the doctor was standing.
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" It felt as if his head snapped back into position. Also on the rumpled duvet were other things that suggested that at some point a series of fairly violent movements had taken place. A long white Goose feather, lying not far from her left foot.