The Box
-- by jessicablank

It started out as a room.

Cindy stood in the center of the room.  A tight, leather cuff
encircled each wrist.  A tight, leather shackle encircled each
ankle.  The chains dangled from the ceiling and the floor. 
Holding her arms up, widespread, over her head.  Holding her legs
far apart.

Cindy wasn't sure what else was in the room.  Constantly, she
heard Linda's voice.  Commanding her to sleep.  Commanding her to
obey.  Commanding her to watch the lights.  The pretty, flashing
lights.  They sparkled.  Glittered.  Flashing colors.  Bright red
and blue sparks, before a golden background.  Flashing, flashing,
flashing.  Sleep.  Obey.  Bright green sparks and yellow, before
a deep, crimson red.  Sleep.  Obey.  Sleep.  Obey.

The young blonde hung from the arm chains, her weight supported
by them.  Her mouth slackly open.  Breathing so slowly.  Slowly.
Her sun-bronzed hips swayed with arousal.  Slowly to the left. 
Gently to the right.  Feeling her wet pussy lips slip and slide
over one another.  Feeling them pucker open when her hips thrust
forward.

Sleep.  Obey.  Sleep.  Obey.  Cindy listened to Linda's voice. 
Listened to her Mistress' voice.  The twin of her own voice -- if
she could remember.  If Cindy could remember HOW to speak, any
more.  All she could do was listen to Mistress' voice.  Sleep...
Obey...  Watch the flashing colored lights, and sway her hips. 
Pussy so wet and dripping.  Watching the lights, projected on the
walls, on the ceiling, on the floor.  Everywhere she looked. 
Flashing, flashing, flashing.  Sleep...  Obey...

Later, Cindy found herself in smaller and smaller enclosures.

For a while, it was the bathroom.  Chained in the shower.  Linda
liked that.  She watched her slave react to the recorded voice. 
Sleep...  Obey...  Watched Cindy gaze mindlessly into the
waterproof TV camera in the shower wall.  Watched the tall,
slender, tanned body swaying back and forth.  Sometimes rising up
out of trance just enough to try impaling her hairless cunt on
the shower handles.  Then Linda would trail her fingers through
Cindy's long hair, tugging gently on it, dragging her head back
just a tiny bit.  That always forced Cindy down into a deeper
level of trance.  Sleep... Obey...

The box in the dining room was originally of wood.  Not simple
pine, but fine-grained walnut, a cabinetmaker's work of art. 
Enclosing Cindy in darkness.  Confining her in a kneeling
position for hours at a time.  Her only stimuli, the flashing,
sparkling lights in the grilled opening at the front of the box.
And Linda's voice on the speakers, repeating, repeating,
repeating.  Sleep...  Obey...

And the toys.

Sometimes, Linda would open a little door in the box, perhaps the
one at the back, and through it she would push a long, thick
dildo into Cindy's dripping cunt.  In... out... in... out... 
Twist.  One full turn around.  Then again in... out... in...
out...  Then Linda withdrew the dildo.  And closed the box.  Once
again locked inside, Cindy watched the flashing lights, listened
to the repeating hypnotic voice.  And pressed her hips back,
trying to impale herself on a dildo that was no longer there. 
Sleep... Obey...

Linda opened another door at the back of the box.  This one a
little higher.  She dribbled warm oil into the crack of Cindy's
round bottom.  Letting it trickle down the cleft of her ass. 
Sometimes, Linda followed this with a butt plug -- or a long,
tapered dildo -- spreading Cindy's anus open.   Slowly,
irresistibly.  Farther in... and farther... and bigger...  Till
Cindy's hips began to buck.  Till her knees and ankles spread
wide, within the confines of the box, and her ass pushed against
the back, trying to get more.  And Linda removed the dildo. 
Closed the door.  Sleep...  Obey...  Sleep...  Obey...

Linda decided she wanted to see everything.

Money was no object.  Cindy and Linda, poor little rich girls,
now in their twenties, had all the money they could ever need
from Daddy's estate.  Linda could afford to equip the
Mediterranean beach house with any comfort they wanted, anything
she needed to subjugate Cindy to deeper and deeper levels of
mindless servitude.  Contorting Cindy's body into any
configuration, programming her mind in any way Linda found
interesting, entertaining, stimulating.

The clear, Lucite box rested on a little platform, about three
feet off the floor, attached to a short pole in the middle of the
dining room.  The centerpiece of attention, spot lights
illuminating it from the ceiling.  It was tiny, for what it
contained.  Three feet long, two feet wide, a foot and a half
tall.  And what it contained... was Cindy.  Curled up with her
arms at her sides, her legs tucked underneath, feet together,
toes pointed down.  Compressed within the box.  Like a big
question mark, squashed down a bit, with her toes just above
where the dot would have been, directly over the pole.

So suggestible now, Cindy needed only a small, spinning crystal
before her eyes.  She watched the crystal, as it reflected the
beams from the spotlights in the ceiling.  So pretty.  Blue and
red and green flashing into her eyes.  Tiny speaker buds in her
ears received a wireless signal, and continually repeated Linda's
voice, at a subliminal level.  Commanding her to sleep... 
Commanding her to obey...

A click in the back of the box, the swiveling of a plastic door
on its hinges, the gentle sound of plastic scraping against
plastic -- and Cindy felt cool air between her legs, around her
pussy.  Linda reached in and rolled the spiked wheel over Cindy's
clit, digging the little points into the moist, tender flesh. 
Sleep...  Obey...  Cindy was now completely unable to move her
limbs, but her hips pressed backward, and her dripping vulva
opened like a flower to the stimulus.  Sleep...  Obey...  Her
eyes hardly seemed to blink.  Watching the crystal.  Watching the
flashes of color.  Watching the red, the blue, the green.

Linda withdrew the wheel and closed the door.  She set aside the
toy and opened another door on the underside of the box.  Cindy's
plump, hard nipples protruded underneath.  Linda lifted the two
clamps and quickly clipped one on each nipple -- first the right,
then the left.  Red and white wires led down from each nipple to
an oblong, black box, with buttons and a little dial.  Linda
twisted the dial to midrange, then pressed the button.  The
shocks to Cindy's nipples caused her to grunt, wordlessly, and
twitch inside the Lucite box.  Linda released the button, twisted
the knob to full range, and pressed the button again.  Cindy
squealed and jerked inside the plastic box, and her eyes went
wide -- still staring at the crystal.  Sleep...  Obey... 
Sleep...  Obey...

Oh, sometimes Linda let Cindy out of the box.  After throwing a
few latches, she could open the entire top and side, and ease
Cindy out.  Slowly... careful not to strain Cindy's stiffened
limbs, careful not to let her lose her balance and fall.  It took
a half hour to get Cindy out.  And almost an hour to get her back
in, positioning each limb so carefully, gradually squeezing her
into place, mindful not to let Cindy's smooth skin get pinched
when a panel was swiveled closed.  Sometimes Linda took her out
for a shower, or a little walk along the beach.  Cindy never
seemed to notice.  Her mind remained deep in trance.  Sleep...
Obey...  Her body always on the edge of orgasm.  Linda enjoyed
keeping her slave in the box, for days at a time.  She could even
feed Cindy without removing her, one tiny bite at a time, and
then a brush of Linda's finger against the slave's clit... then
another bite...

*           *           *          *          *

Linda heard the doorbell and picked up the remote control from
the coffee table, switching the TV to show the security camera
view outside the locked gate.

"Helloooo..." a voice sang.  "Is anybody home?"  A voice Linda
hadn't heard in a couple of years, but a familiar one.

"Anita!" she replied through the intercom.  "How are you?  Let me
buzz the gate open."  Linda pressed another button and the
mechanical hum and clack carried through the microphone.  While
her old friend swung the gate open to enter, Linda set down the
remote, made a few quick arrangements to the decor, and opened
the front door.  Anita was only halfway up the long, wooden
stairway that led up to the house, so Linda started walking down
the steps to meet her.

"How are you, darling?" said Anita, as they stood on a weathered
stair and hugged, kissing the air near each other's cheeks.  "It
seems like forever since I saw you last!"

"Come on in," replied Linda.  "I'll put on a pot of tea and we
can catch up!"

*           *           *          *          *

Anita took another bite of the chocolate biscotto, set it down,
and ran her hand over the elaborate lace tablecloth.  "This is
really beautiful work," she said.

"It was my grandmother's," Linda explained, holding up the
teapot.  Anita nodded, and Linda refilled her cup.

"You seem to have kept a lot of the old things," Anita continued,
then waving her hand at the big screen TV and other electronics
around the house, "while going totally twenty-first century
techno on everything else."

"A creature of contrasts, that's me," Linda laughed.

Anita took a sip of her tea and looked up at Linda, pausing for a
moment.  "What about Cindy?  I thought you two both lived here?"

"Oh, we DO."  Linda picked up her tea cup for another sip. 
"Cindy's out for a couple of days."

"Too bad I missed her," Anita replied, swirling her cup in a
gentle circle.  She watched the tea leaves settle at the bottom.
"Nobody sees you two much, any more."

"We're down at the beach almost every other day..." Linda began,
then paused.  "Oh, you mean of the OLD crowd..."

"Ouch!" Anita said.  "You make me sound like an antique!"  She
set her cup down.  "You and Cindy used to be such party animals."
 She laughed.  "RUTTING little party animals!"

"We're two little homebodies these days," Linda said, setting her
cup down.

"We miss you," Anita said.  "I miss you.  Both of you."  She
leaned forward, folding her arms, elbows carefully just at the
edge of the table.  "I really wish I could have caught you
together."

"Maybe another time," Linda said, folding her hands.

They looked at each other for a moment, not moving.

"Well," Anita said, "I guess I'd better get going.  Big party
tonight, and I need time to get ready."  She stood, setting the
folded linen napkin next to the cup and saucer.  "Are you sure
you wouldn't like to come?  I can bring a guest."

"Ohhhhh," Linda demurred, also standing, "can't make it tonight.
I wish I could have..."

"Right," said Anita.  "I'm really sorry I missed Cindy."

"I'll tell her you dropped by..."  Linda accompanied Anita as she
walked toward the door.  The woman seemed in a hurry to leave.

"No need to see me out," Anita said.  "I can find my way down all
those stairs."  She reached toward Linda and gave her a brief
hug, then pulled back.

"Are you okay?" Linda asked.

"I'm fine -- I just need to rush off."  Anita shrugged and
smiled.  "Even Cinderella's fairy godmother needed TIME to work a
few miracles, before the ball!"

"Another time, then," Linda said.

"Another time.  'Bye!"  Anita gave a little wave and started down
the stairs.

Linda watched her from the doorway, then went to retrieve the
remote control.  She returned to the front of the house just as
Anita reached the bottom step.  She buzzed open the gate and gave
Anita a final wave as she walked through and pulled the gate
shut.  Then Linda stepped back into the house and pushed the
front door closed.

She wondered why Anita had really come to visit.

Especially that mention of "Cinderella."  That's what Anita used
to call them -- Cinderella and Linderella.  Of course, they had
both stopped waiting for Prince Charming years ago!

*         *         *          *

Linda took the teacups and saucers to the kitchen.  Then she
lifted the big, floral centerpiece from the dining table and put
it on the buffet shelf where it usually sat.  Finally, she
removed the lace table cloth and padded cover, and carefully set
them aside in the corner -- revealing the Lucite "table" that
encapsulated Cindy.

"Miss me, honey?" Linda said.  She opened a cabinet and pulled
out the big, black dildo again.  She flipped a latch, swiveled
the panel open, and gazed at Cindy's wet pussy, dribbling juices
almost constantly.  She slowly pushed the dildo between Cindy's
labia...  Deeper...  Deeper...  All the way to the base, then
Linda slowly began to draw it out...

"So, Cindy IS here, after all!"

Linda jerked upright, releasing her hold on the dildo, and turned
to face the intruder.

"I walked back inside before I shut the gate," Anita explained. 
"You really should be more careful about security, since you seem
to value it so very highly!"  She smiled.  Linda saw that she was
holding a gun.  "Now, what are you doing with my little Cindy?"

She waved the gun sideways, and Linda stepped backward, toward
the living room, holding her hands up.

"That's right, back off nice and slow."  Anita looked at the
thick, black dildo, partially embedded in Cindy's cunt, and
grabbed the base.  "Mmmm... THAT'S the Cindy I remember.  Always
having such fun with her toys."  She slid the dildo out, admiring
the slick, shiny coating of Cindy's juices.  Cindy moaned with
pleasure, feeling the shaft slide out of her body.  "Ohhhh,
yeah!"  Anita said, pushing the dildo back in.  Cindy pushed her
ass back, trying to open herself even more, though she couldn't
budge an inch.

Linda backed further into the living room, next to the couch and
the coffee table, hands still high in the air.

"Hold it right there," Anita commanded.  "I don't want you
calling the police or anything.  Just stand there, and stay
still."  She pulled the dildo out again, watching Cindy's ass
flex inside the clear plastic box.  Again, she pushed the shaft
inward, filling Cindy's pussy and making her moan again. "How
long have you kept her like this?" she asked.  "You dirty bitch!
No wonder nobody ever sees the two of you, with her locked up
like this, and you playing your little games!"  She slid the
dildo out, and Cindy squealed, her hips wiggling inside the tight
enclosure.

"Please... stop..." Linda began.

"I want you to tell me how to unlock this thing, and let her out
of here!" Linda demanded.  She pushed the thick, black phallus in
again.  Cindy jerked and grunted.

"It's not locked," Linda replied.

"Not locked?"  Linda stroked the dildo out again.  Cindy began to
moan, her voice almost sounding like she was singing.

"She likes being in there.  It was her choice!"

Anita pushed the dildo into Cindy's wet slit again.

Fifth time.  Cindy's trigger.  She had been conditioned to orgasm
on the fifth consecutive stroke.  And Linda had been teasing her
for days!  Two strokes, and stop.  Four strokes, and then rolling
the spiked wheel over Cindy's clit.  Always on the edge, never
quite there, never quite that final slide of rubber inside aching
flesh!  And now, within seconds, Anita had thrust the rubber cock
inside her, one, two, three, four... and FIVE!

Inside the box, Cindy shook and moaned, making the Lucite
enclosure wobble, squealing in ecstasy, squashing her ass cheeks
back against the walls of the box, trying to impale herself
deeper on the thick rubber dildo.

Anita stared at the box, the gun lowered, forgotten -- distracted
for a moment -- as she watched Cindy cum and cum and cum,
thrashing around inside, moaning and squealing, crying with
release.

And in that moment, Linda grabbed the remote off the table and
pressed a button.

"Put that down!" Anita commanded, swinging the gun back upward.

Linda set the remote back on the coffee table.

"Come over here," Anita waved the gun toward the box, where
Cindy's spasms were lessening, her cries of ecstasy becoming
quieter.  "Open this up and let her out."

Linda walked over to the box, mindful every moment of the gun
pointed at her.  She undid the latches at the side of the box,
and at the ends.  Then she pulled the side downward on its
hinges, and swiveled the top upward.  The box resembled a small,
transparent grand piano, its top lifted for maximum volume. 
Linda started to pull on Cindy's arms, feeling her muscles still
twitching, shivering.

Anita continued to hold the gun, but her eyes were fluttering. 
She was finding it very hard to keep them open.  Very hard to
think what she next wanted to demand.  What order she wanted to
give Linda.  She wanted to sit down.  She wanted to lie down. 
Eyes wanted to close.  She just wanted to do what she was told,
and not think.  Just sit down.  Close her eyes.  Go to sleep.

Of course Anita didn't know -- couldn't know -- about the
subliminal sounds, playing through speakers set in every room in
the house.  "Sleep... Obey..."  Just under the threshold of
conscious hearing.  Their timing was staggered, one room to the
next, so they seemed to echo.  "Sleep (sleep, sleep, sleep)...
Obey (obey, obey, obey)..."  Linda's first try at programming
Cindy, twenty-four hours a day.  Until she set up the wireless
ear buds.  Even though it was her own voice, Linda was feeling
sleepy, too.  But she knew what was happening.  After all, she
was the one who had pressed the button on the remote.  The remote
that seemed so far away.  "Sleep (sleep... sleep...
sleeeeeeep)...  Obey (ohhhhhhhbey... obey...  obeeeeeyyyy...)"

Anita's gun still pointed at her, Linda gently eased Cindy out of
the box, while Anita quietly sat down on the floor, legs crossed.
 She was trying so hard to keep her eyes open.  The gun drifted
to one side, and her eyes gradually closed.  She shook her head,
forcing them open, pointing the gun again.  Trying to remember
which woman was Cinda, and which one was Lindy, they looked so
much alike.  Anita blinked slowly, smiling at her mistake, almost
giggling.  The gun drifted lower... lower...  So heavy.  So hard
to hold it up high.  So very high.  Better to hold it lower. 
That was easier.  Even lower.  So hard to lift her gun, and point
her eyes.  Waiting for someone to tell her what to do.  Anita's
eyes closed.  The gun dropped out of her hand, and her jaw fell
open, exposing her pink tongue.  She seemed to wave back and
forth, in rhythm with a barely-heard song.  "Sleep-eep-eep... 
Obey-ey-ey-ey..."

Linda guided Cindy into a standing position and tapped her
forehead, then the right cheek, then the left cheek, and finally
kissed her lips... so gently, so affectionately.

Cindy opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Hello, gorgeous!"

*         *         *          *

Anita awoke to find herself on the floor, in a kneeling position,
her legs spread wide.  It would have been incorrect to describe
her as naked, even though all her clothes had been removed.  Each
leg was bound separately -- shiny, silver duct tape wrapped
around and around from her knee up to her crotch, holding the
lower leg tightly against the upper leg.  All she COULD do was
kneel.  Her arms were bound behind her, elbows straight, both
arms wrapped from wrist to shoulder with more and more yards of
duct tape.  The posture thrust her bare breasts forward, as if
offering them to be squeezed and sucked.  Another strip of tape
covered her mouth.  Immobilized, helpless, silent, Anita opened
her eyes and looked up at the two identical women sitting on the
couch, clothed in light summer dresses, both sipping tea.

The woman on the left had her dress hiked up to her waist,
showing off her smooth, tanned legs, and the fact that she wasn't
wearing any panties.  The woman on the right had stretched one
leg out across the couch, her foot firmly placed against the
other woman's hairless pussy.  Her toes flexed and curled,
teasing the ring that had been pierced through the exposed clit.
Flipping it up... and down... up... and down...  The woman on the
left was making the tiniest rocking motion with her hips, her
eyes drifting closed with every wiggle of the toes between her
legs.

Anita knew them well.  She recognized the tiny differences
between the twins.  She knew the woman on the left was Cindy, the
one on the right was Linda.

"I haven't seen you in sooooo long," Cindy said.  Anita's body
jerked with her surprise to hear Cindy speak.  She was so certain
Linda had brainwashed her somehow.  Of course, she was right
about that fact -- but not the reason behind it.

"You seemed to be under the impression that Cindy needed to be
rescued," Linda began.  Cindy giggled, and spread her legs wider,
pushing her pussy onto Linda's toes, getting them wet with her
juices.  "Of course, I needed to make sure you didn't hurt
anybody."  Linda reached down beside her and lifted Anita's gun.
She shifted it to her other hand, pointing it up at the ceiling.
She reached down again, and held up the clip, now carefully
separated from the gun.  "Nasty things," Linda said, wiggling the
two shiny metal objects.  "The effects of a split-second decision
can be so... permanent!"  She set the gun and clip down on the
table.

Cindy started to make little grunting noises, pumping onto
Linda's toes.  Linda withdrew her leg, causing Cindy to say,
"Awwwww..."  Linda stared into Cindy's eyes and tilted her head,
nodding, in a way her twin instantly understood.  Cindy pressed
her legs together and resumed rocking, more quietly now.

Linda turned back to Anita and leaned forward, her elbows on her
sun-browned knees.  "Cindy and I have an arrangement.  I am her
mistress, and she is my slave."

"Only until the end of the year," Cindy exclaimed.  "Then we
switch."

Linda smiled a secret smile, then continued.  "You interrupted
our fun.  Cindy was soooo disappointed.  You need to make it up
to her!  And I realized that we need to make it crystal clear to
you... that Cindy's desire to remain here is genuine."  Linda
shifted forward, moving closer to the tape-bound woman.  "So we
were thinking... it might be amusing, if Cindy had someone else
to control for a while."  She reached out, lifting up Anita's
chin.  "What do you think, 'Nita?  Would you like to stay for a
week, as Cindy's sex slave?"

"A fortnight!" Cindy exclaimed.  Linda glared briefly at her with
disapproval.  "Awwww, c'mon, Lin!"

"Two weeks, then," Linda offered, looking back into Anita's eyes.
 "Unless you're not interested... or busy... You seem to be all
tied up."  She grinned, lopsidedly.  "You wanted to see Cindy
again.  So what do you say?  Wanna play, for two weeks?"

Anita looked up at Linda, her least favorite twin.  There always
seems to be one that's a leader, and the other twin follows. 
Linda impressed her as being tricky somehow, always something up
her sleeve.  The wicked stepmother to Cindy's Cinderella.  But it
WAS a chance to spend time with Cindy again.  Sexy, slutty Cindy.
 She looked up at Cindy, then Linda, and nodded her head.

"Oh, goody!" Cindy cried, standing up and clapping her hands like
a little girl.  She opened a drawer in the end table and pulled
out something.  A leash, with a dog collar.  Cindy strode forward
and crouched in front of Anita.  She deftly looped the collar
around her neck, buckled it in place, and stood up, holding the
leash.  "Now, 'Nita girl, time to start your training!"  Cindy
giggled.  "Follow me!"

Anita couldn't think how to move, even to crawl after Cindy, with
her legs bound up and her arms tied behind her.

"Ohhhh," said Linda, "you can move!  All you need to do is lean
forward... and walk on your knees."  Her eyes took on a wicked
look.  "And if you lose your balance..." she looked up at her
twin, "well, it's up to Cindy.  Whether to let you try to stand
on your knees again, or make you crawl like that on your belly!"
She leaned closer to Anita's ear and whispered, "Take my
advice... DON'T lose your balance!"

Cindy jerked the leash, almost forcing Anita to fall over before
she had moved. "C'mon, 'Nita slave!  I want to lock you up
someplace nice and tight!"

"She's untrained," Linda cautioned, as Anita struggled to her
knees, wobbling.  "She won't fit in the box."  She grinned.  "Not
right away, anyhow!"

Cindy watched her new slave swing her left knee a few inches
forward, the carpet abrading the delicate skin of her leg.  Then
she wobbled again, swinging the right knee forward, a little
higher.  It landed on the floor with a thump that hurt, and
jarred Anita's body all the way to her head.  "That's okay,"
Cindy replied.  "I'm sure she'll fit in the shower stall."  She
looked up at Linda, the wickedness in her eyes a reflection of
her twin's.  "Turn on the remote, and you can watch on the TV."

Anita swung her left knee forward, tears forming in her eyes from
the effort, the pain, the humiliation.  What HAD she gotten
herself into?  She could feel the leash tugging on her neck,
threatening to pull her too far forward, threatening to make her
fall.

Cindy stopped tugging, then crouched down in front of Anita,
changing her hold on the leash, grasping it just a few inches
from the bound woman's face.  She spoke softly... but there was
an edge in her voice that made Anita feel like she might lose
control of her bladder.  "If you're REALLY good... I might ask
Linda to let you stay longer...  Maybe a month..."

Anita felt Cindy's fingers caressing between her legs, one long,
slim digit stroking gently along the cleft of her pussy, up to
her clit, and stopping there, possessively, unmoving but pressing
gently against the fleshy button.  She gazed up into Cindy's
eyes, and found herself moaning through the tape.

Cindy smiled, stood up, and tugged gently on the leash.  Walking
slowly toward the bathroom, hips swaying, the summer dress
swishing back and forth.  Listening to the thump... thump... of
her slave's knees behind her.  Her very own slave's sore, aching
knees.

They were going to have such fun!

