Small pert breasts and nipples that were plainly visible and obviously erect. Perhaps spread-eagled would better describe her situation. The torso was slim and shapely and recognisably feminine. Perhaps lying was not the most accurate description of her current position.
Sheila was in attack mode, but attack breeds defence. Or rather, it holds the inflatable hood that was covering her face." "You're so clever!
She took a piece of cotton wool and dabbed delicately at the small puncture and then she moved a little closer and a little closer still and then she lowered her head and bit, very gently, into Ally's neck. " He felt like a small child who had just smashed something precious. I touched her head and…." Her hands were on her hips now and her legs were slightly apart.
" 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.
Thick leather bands round her wrists and shapely ankles were attached to chains which were in turn fastened to more leather that held the chains tightly in place in discrete and specially designed niches set into the highly polished walnut and vaguely Art Deco head and footboards, holding her immobile.
Naked and spread-eagled, with just a tiny patch of trimmed pubic hair to cover any modesty that she might have left.
She whirled round on him as if assaulted "What the fuck are you doing? "Ooh that gag looks sooo big, it must be hurting your jaw by now. * The adrenaline was beginning to pump through Ally's body, but it wasn't fight or flight that was concerning her right now, it was the feel of soft lips and warm breath against her skin. Something that could have been, "well it's never too late to find out". Mind you, if she lives with some beer swilling, curry eating nonce who shoves her head under the covers when he farts, then she probably has to…" He wanted to laugh but he didn't want her to see him, so he adopted his best poker face. "These screws are very small, but I think it's loosening." "Yeah and you know what thought did! " There was another collar holding the base of the fibreglass helmet in place. More than a little breathless, Allison managed to disengage herself from the dark-haired woman and struggle to her feet; she put her palms on her knees and took a few deep breaths. Before you go messing around in my pants I'd quite like to know who you are! The sun had gone behind a cloud for a second and when it emerged she saw it immediately, sparkling in the light, a small circular hole covered in glass at the very top of Bandy's fibreglass head. There's probably at least one more inside the box, keeping a watch on Bandy when she's in transit." Sheila nodded as much to herself as to anyone else. He could sense that she was up to something but Sheila remained, as usual, completely unpredictable. Been having a good laugh at us behaving like Pratts have you? " Without warning she leaned forward, took his face in both hands and kissed him full on the mouth. He had in the past when she had gone too far but somehow it didn't seem right this time.
Afraid of what might happen next, he lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist. Going with the grain, fluttering against her breasts and then slipping down to her outer and then her inner thighs and then bringing them up to hold her face in both hands and lightly caress her cheeks. She let her head drop back onto the soft pillow as it were a lump of lead. I thought that was never gonna come out…" If she had any more to say it was stifled by the blonde woman leaning across her, saying "Hi" quietly and kissing her gently on the lips. ' He was standing to the left of Bandy and Sheila was directly behind her. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any persons living or dead, or to any events either real or imaginary. He couldn't help noticing how feline she looked as she moved towards Bandy on bare feet, like a cat stalking a mouse, her head held slightly back as if she was trying to avoid imaginary rays from the helmet. " She didn't reply, she just moved even closer to him and then she turned her head so she was looking into Bandy's vacant eye sockets.
* 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.
We've still got three hundredweight of vet wrap in the cupboard, thanks to you! She also had a young face, high cheekbones and lustrous skin. " Although the rubber doll stood a good six inches taller than her, by standing on tip toe Sheila was able to get an arm around her shoulders and do her best to comfort her, even though she stood, once more, immobile and emotionless in front of them. " she asked, turning to Bill once more," We might be able to stop the vibrators then." He looked over at the couch, to the abandoned circular saw that was lying there and shrugged his shoulders to no one in particular, and then he began to move forward. He had retrieved the saw and was just reaching Bandy's box when a there was a faint humming sound. Black shiny ankle boots, black stockings, black suspender belt and a black thong were the only items of clothing that Allison Pearson still wore and it did not seem to concern her in the slightest.