


 
                        THE BOX 

                          by 

                        Joe Doe  


SINCE DEPUTY DUFFY WAS GOOD ENOUGH TO POST A PART 2, I THOUGHT 
I WOULD RETURN THE COMPLIMENT.  



PART 3 

Deputy Duffy threw open the door.  The beautiful actress felt a 
fresh flush of humiliation as she realized that nothing separated 
her from the office workers outside. 

"For goodness sakes, deputy, close the door!" the star pleaded.  
"You can't let them see me!" 

"Nonsense," he said, dismissively.  "It's time for you to meet 
your eager fans!"   

He grasped her by the scruff of the neck and roughly shoved her 
through the door.  She desperately used one arm to cover her 
breasts and her other hand to cover her crotch as he pushed her 
across the crowded office.  

Although there were a few winks and lewd comments as she passed, 
most of the bystanders treated her nudity casually, as if it was 
no big deal to see a famous movie star parade around naked.   

Sensing her confusion, Duffy offered an explanation.  "We process 
a lot of cute babes around here," he said.  "You were pretty hot 
stuff when you first came to town, but you were a movie star back 
then.  Now you're just another naked honey on the prison farm, so 
don't expect a big fuss." 

The beautiful star felt another rush of humiliation.  Her money, 
her fame, and her power had been stripped from her as easily as 
her clothes.  A few hours ago these people would have stood in 
the rain for hours to get her autograph.  But now her fans saw 
her as just another naked bimbo ripe for "processing." 

Duffy pushed the blushing beauty towards a desk in the corner, the 
workplace of an obese woman with thick glasses.   

"Hello, Rosie," he said brightly.  "Do you have the paperwork 
filled out on this one?" 

"I sure do," she said with a smile.  "I decided to give her three 
years for possession of a controlled substance.  But I gave her a 
job in the prison laundry, since I thought it might make it easier 
for her to adjust to her new life.  After all, this is going to be 
a BIG change for her, and I wanted her to adjust smoothly." 

"I don't need to ADJUST to anything, you stupid fat cow," the 
actress hissed.  "And, when I get out of here, I'm going throw 
YOUR big ass in prison!" 

"I was just trying to help," the fat woman said, angrily.  "I 
don't see any reason to get personal." 

"You can't see your toes either, I'm sure," the actress sneered.  
"I make ten million per picture, and I don't need charity from 
some whale of a secretary.  And I don't need a job in the prison 
laundry either, TUBBY!" 

"Suit yourself, Twiggy," Rosie snapped.   

Rosie quickly revised the forms on her desk.  "You'll work on the 
chain gang seven days a week," she said, brusquely.  "I'm sure 
picking cotton and doing road work in the broiling sun will keep 
you from getting TUBBY.  On weekends you'll dance at that sleazy 
little truck stop down by the highway."  

Rosie smiled tightly.  "I hope you don't mind spreading those 
slender white thighs of yours, SLIM!  The guys around here expect 
a good feel in exchange for their dollar!" 

"I can't dance naked in public!" the actress squealed.  "I'm a 
famous movie star.  People will recognize me!" 

"We'll tell folks you're a celebrity impersonator," Rosie replied.  
"It worked when we had that famous singer through here last month. 
All that time the media people thought she was working on her new 
album when she was actually up on our stage, trolling for dollars." 
 
"You won't be dancing naked, miss, at least at first," Duffy added, 
helpfully.  "You'll start out dancing in your cheerleader uniform, 
or dressed up like a cowgirl." 

"We'll give you a wide variety of roles that will test your 
dramatic range as an actress to the fullest," Rosie sneered.  
"And, in the end, you'll still have your pretty little high 
heels on.  Even when you lie down flat on your back and spread 
'em for tips!"   

"You can't do this to me!" the actress said.  "I want to work 
in the laundry!" 

"Too late," Rosie said, curtly.  She smiled and winked at the 
horrified star.  "I may be the cow, but you'll be the one with 
her udders jiggling around on stage." 

She was still laughing as Deputy Duffy squeezed the starlet's neck 
and led her to her next destination.   As they were passing by, a 
voice called out to them from the mailroom.  

"I just wanted to say I'm a big fan, miss," the gangly college 
student in the mailroom said, shyly.  "I've seen all of your 
films.  I'd shake or ask for your autograph, if your hands 
weren't occupied!" 

"I'd like to introduce you to Billy," Duffy said.  "He helped get 
the box with your clothes labeled for the UPS man.  Billy makes 
sure that the new girls' clothes, money, and identification are 
quickly shipped away.  We don't want to take any chances that 
you might turn rabbit and try to run." 

"Not much chance of her getting away in her present condition," 
Billy said, with a grin.  "A naked babe with no cash and no ID 
won't get very far, running barefoot through the woods with the 
hunting dogs on her cute little tail."  He paused and smiled at 
the star.  "It was an honor to help participate in your search, 
miss.  Like I said, I've always been a big fan, and I've really 
enjoyed helping out with your processing today."   

"You bastard!" the actress hissed under her breath.  "If you were 
really a fan you'd get me some clothes instead of helping them 
STRIP me!  I'd never shake the hand of an ugly, pimply little geek 
like you!" 

Billy's grin immediately disappeared.  He paused for a moment and 
turned his attention back to the Duffy. 

"You know, I've always been disappointed that our twinkling star 
has never done any full frontal nudity in her films," Billy said.  
"I've seen her in the bathtub once or twice, but you never got to 
see anything but her bare shoulders.  As a ticket holder I felt it 
was a real rip-off." 

"I know what you mean, Billy," Duffy said.  "I think we have a 
little prick teaser on our hands." 

"Speaking of hands, Deputy, don't you think this CRIMINAL should 
be handcuffed when you're transporting her through an office?  As 
a decent, law-abiding citizen, I expect to see a little slut like 
this properly harnessed." 

"Good point, Billy," Duffy replied, taking the handcuffs off his 
belt.  

"What do you say, Princess?" he asked, dangling the cuffs playfully 
in front of the star's horrified face.  "Would you like me to give 
you a pretty pair of bracelets to wear?  I know they aren't as 
expensive as the jewelry you're used to; the state provides them 
free of charge."  

"Please," the actress begged.  "I need my hands to cover myself!"  

"You'll still be able to cover that sweet little pussy," he said.  

"Actually, I think you should cuff her hands behind her back," 
Billy put in, with a sly smile.  "That way there's no danger 
she'll try to steal anything.  All these cons are natural born 
thieves, if you ask me." 

Duffy turned the actress around so her back was facing Billy.  The 
beautiful actress gasped as first her right hand and then her left 
was dragged away from protective duty.  She felt dizzy as she heard 
the cuffs CLICK shut around her slender wrists. 

"Are those cuffs secure, Deputy?" Billy asked.  "I wouldn't want 
a little prick teaser like this running around loose."   

Billy lifted up the star's cuffed hands for inspection.  She 
winced as he ratcheted the cuffs to their tightest setting 
around her wrists. 

"That's better," he said, giving her bottom a playful squeeze.  
"With her hands cuffed nice and tight, she won't get uppity and 
forget she's a CONVICT now."   

He gave her a playful pat.  "Now turn around, CONVICT," he said, 
grasping her by the shoulder.  "I want to see what you've been 
hiding from your fans all these years." 

The deputy squeezed her neck and forced her to turn and stand 
before the leering, lip-smacking teenager in a fully upright 
position. 

"Now that's what I call a pretty woman!" Billy said, 
enthusiastically.  "Could you bring her into the mail 
room for a second, Deputy?  I want to get a picture of 
those sweet Tinsel Town titties." 

She blushed crimson as she stood passively against the wall 
for her mug shots: front, rear, and side shots, head to toe.   

The final indignity was a picture of her on all fours with her 
legs spread and her face twisted back towards the camera.   Billy 
joked that the photo was "punishment for all of those prick-teasing 
movies where you didn't show NOTHING!" 

When he ran out of film, her tour of the office continued.  When 
she made an unfortunate racial slur, the old black janitor 
suggested that he might find the quarter he had lost earlier 
in that "stuck-up white bitch's steamy pussy."   

The elderly black janitor didn't find his quarter, but he admitted 
that he "got his money's worth." 

An unfortunate comment about the "butch" haircut of an obviously 
lesbian guard earned the actress a weekend appointment with the 
prison razor strap.  The lesbian guard licked her lips and 
promised to make sure the experience was "unforgettable."   

The elderly administrator whom the star referred to as "an old 
biddy" switched the celebrity's cell assignment.  The old crone 
promised her "a chance to get to know some of our more rambunctious 
tomboys!" 

After three or four more hostile encounters, Deputy Duffy finally 
opened the door to his father's office and ushered the beautiful 
star inside.  

"Here she is, Dad," he said, releasing his grip on her neck. 

"How did your tour go, son?" the Sheriff asked.  "Did our little 
actress get to meet and greet her adoring public?"  

"Actually, she made enemies for life," the deputy replied.  "If 
she doesn't curb her tongue she's going to wish she was on Devil's 
Island.  She's already earned a Saturday session with the razor 
strap, and Rosie booked her to work at the strip club." 

"That sassy mouth of yours is going to get you into a peck of 
trouble, girl," the Sheriff said, shaking his head, sadly.  
Then he brightened.  "Speaking of curbing your tongue, I think 
you should start paying off your debt to society." 

She stared at him blankly.   

"It's my son's birthday, so he can go first," the Sheriff said.  
"I bet that sharp tongue of yours is soft and velvety when used 
properly."   

She shook her head.  This couldn't be happening to her!  This 
mutt actually expected her to perform oral sex on the deputy who 
had just paraded her through the office naked. 

"Of course, if you would rather, I can give you your first taste 
of the razor strap right now," the Sheriff threatened.  "I'm sure 
Rosie and the other people you insulted would love to see you 
wiggling your cute little behind." 

She felt her butt cheeks twitch in horror at the thought.... 

Reluctantly, she sank to her knees as the Sheriff's 26-year-old 
son slowly unzipped his pants. 

Deputy Duffy smiled down as the furiously blushing star gently 
kissed the head of his erect penis and took his hardness into her 
mouth.   

After all these years his Dad had finally gotten him a present he 
really wanted. 

For Deputy Duffy, it was going to be a very Happy Birthday, 
indeed.... 



Edited by C. Lakewood

 
