Disturbia Ch. 01

"Julia darling how DO you walk in those heels, they look positively impossible?"

There was a chorus of approval. Good question good question!

"Oh... well its simple really. Lots and lots of practice. When I'm here all alone. I just practice in high heels..."

Julia answered in a deadpan straight tone that was neither jokey or serious. It left the woman asking the question, and those waiting to hear the answer, wondering if that is in fact what she did do, or not. Did she spend all of her down time, simply practising on high heels? Another of the women then asked.

"Or more to the point Julia... just tell us, when ARE yo going to get yourself a man? Or a woman come to that? We KNOW you are partial to be a bit of skirt you know. I mean there's you rattling round in this gorgeous house all alone. Such a waste. I would have thought someone would have snapped you up a long long time ago. Don't tell us you are going for all that 'I prefer my own space nonsense.?"

It was the group's turn to tease their spectacular hostess. And she soaked it all up. The same as she soaked up adoration that was heaped on her at all times and from all directions. Julia just sipped from her goblet of red wine and had casually placed a well manicured hand down on the thigh of the poor unfortunate husband sitting next to her. Again he had shifted but had made the shift look like an attempted escape. Julia had simply, gently squeezed his thigh having the effect of making him sit perfectly still whilst the rest of the group simply laughed at his deepening blush.

"Welllll.. its like this and as you all know, I can get a man any time I want to. I can certainly take my pick when it come to sex. Same with other women really. I do like encounters with other women it MUST be said. But at the end of the day, I do like my own space. Here I am in total control and I like that. If I was partnered with someone, who lived with me here... well... all that would kind of go.... Ohhhhh no, I just cannot be doing with all of that..."

Julia's voice trailed off with a little chuckle. She didn't need to go into deeper explanation. They got it. As she had spoken she had gently rubbed the guy's thigh next to her and he had, in general shrunk back into the leather of the sofa. Probably if one listened carefully enough, one would hear the faintest whimpering coming from between his thin, super stretched lips as he tried, even in his obvious humiliation, to appear cool and calm and in control. He was anything but that. And this WAS Julia after all. She absolutely loved to be the centre of attention and could do that with ease. She didn't NEED to do it at the expense of anyone else. But often she did. Only eventually, once the fun was had, and the smiles of and little giggles of approval of her mischievousness had died down did she lift the hand from the guy's thigh. There was an almost audible sigh of relief from him as the conversation took another turn. This time, Julia's closest friend and colleague spoke again.

"It's a shame Lydia couldn't join us. I know its been us, and just us for years now, but I got the feeling she actually WANTED to say yes when you invited her... maybe she will take the plunge another time?"

Lydia was a promising prospect, just 19 years old, who had joined Julia's team just a few months previously. Straight from university with a masters degree, she showed a natural, and at times, ruthless aptitude in the tasks she was given. Julia took another long sip of wine, the smack of her lips telling all that she was considering an answer.

"Lydia is really, really shy. Maybe just maybe she is here in spirit? I know she is single and I know that she is often at a loose end. This is her first job in London since she got here. Maybe in time she will join us. But yes I agree with you, we could do with swelling our little parties by one. It would be fun. We'll have to work on her. Make her feel more comfortable. And more 'one of us'. I'm sure she'll come round eventually."

A few hours, and more than a few bottles of wine and brandy later, the party gently broke up.

"Well girls and boys it has been nice, as always having you around. But now I want you all to fuck off and leave me alone."

Julia spoke with that husky tone that didn't in any way give away how much she had drunk. She could drink for England and never got 'pissed'. The group all broke into raucous laughter at her 'fuck off' jibe. It was such a brutal thing to say it could only be funny. The fuck word was another that seemed to drip off Julia lips almost pornographically. She didn't use swear words often, so when she did use them, they kind of had an impact. The whole group had moved onto the drive directly outside the front of the house. Those who were driving, and had been drinking only moderately all night, went to the expensive cars and started them up whilst the others said their goodbyes to Julia. Julia saved the goodbye for her closest friend, Sylvia to last. A warm hug and an unashamed full kiss on the mouth. Quite a sight that all of those in immediate proximity watched with a lust that was only just contained. As was usual Julia did things for effect. This was no different except there was a little wink, and a look of warmth between the two as she had moved in for the kill, as it were.

The kiss had lasted some considerable time. And had been a lingering full contact kiss. Lips locked on lips. Mouths open, eyes closed kind of kiss that remained sealed and simply left the onlookers wondering if tongues had been involved in any way at all. Hard to believe that tongues hadn't been involved. It might have been a play for the group. And it DID get the attention, especially when Sylvia had engaged fully and then pressed herself into the curves of her boss and closest friend. But that kiss was one to end all kisses. Only very eventually did the two peel away from each other with wide bright smiles. There was more to that kiss than met the eye.

Julia waved car by car off before going in, and closing the door. It was 2am.

2: After Party

Everybody had gone. No need to keep the act up any more. Like, it WAS an act wasn't it? Or was it? Julia came back through to the lounge and reclaimed her favourite deep, soft plush leather sofa. It was obvious that she had relaxed just a little since her friends, colleagues and guests had gone. It wasn't really an act. That aloofness. That air of superiority. She was their boss after all. She did have to retain some kind of air and mystery. The fooling about was just that. Quite often, after the event she had a feeling she had gone too far. But, as always she could never help herself. The mischief in her. Always the mischief in her.

The rasp of nylon on nylon was even louder in the dead silence of the room, now that everyone had gone. Julia never failed to notice the resonation, up and down the extraordinary lengths of her legs, that the rasping caused. And in the seclusion that she now was in, she could enjoy that resonation. Rasping up and down, the resonations travelling from where the nylon on nylon contacted right up over her knees, and thighs, and to the smoothness of the inner thighs. And then, just then, the resonation travelling just that little bit further to the area between her legs. Making her clench her thighs tightly, so that the sensations it created could be made to last longer and so they could be intensified. She could only partly enjoy that resonation and what it created in the company of her friends. Now though they had gone, and she could kick back and enjoy. Fully enjoy.

Ohyessss she could enjoy. She could fully immerse in that resping sound and sensation.

And she did. She crossed, then recrossed her legs and she found the point where the most sensation was caused. She lifted her top most knee slightly and to differing heights before lowering it causing another volume of rasp. She did that time after time after time before reaching into her bag for her cigarettes.

Its finny, Julia didn't even smoke on a 'socially only' scale. She never smoked outside the house. Or at work. It was just, during the end of these down times, when alone in the house, that she lit up and inhaled deeply then casually let smoke pour from her deep red lips. It was kind of like the bad girl in her coming out. Some self abuse of an extraordinary body, just because, just because she could. Just like she was doing right now. Sitting right back, playing with her nylon clad legs. Making that rasping sound, making those resonations travel up and down her leg flesh. Taking a deep deep drag then inhaling deeply. Blowing out the smoke as she let the fingers of her idle hand rise gently over the satin and transparent nylon swell of one breast. Just the one breast got the fingers. Circling the nipple and aureola through the material of the dress. Circling very lightly. Very very lightly and then beginning to press into the aureola. Each and every circling of the nipple appeared to make it swell more. The more it swelled the more it poked through the material. As the nipple became more profound, so to did the ring like shape. It was an unmistakable shape of a thick nipple ring that was pierced through the base of the nipple, close to the aureola. Another more distinct sign of self abuse. Of the bad girl in her. The more she lightly circled and pressed around the nipple the more distinct the outline through the satin. Julia leaned back, rising a knee, lowering it, circling the nipple and pressing it. The nipple becoming thick, teat like. And that oh so distinct shape of the ring, laying flat and under the nipple since it had been pierced side to side. Head back eyes closed as she took a few more drags of the cigarette before stubbing it out quite aggressively in the ashtray at her side.

Julia's tongue slid out with the last of the smoke... slid across the width of her lips as her eyes opened again. She peered over into her bag and took out a credit card sized thing that looked like a remote control. Without rearranging herself, she got to her stiletto'd feet and slowly strode into the entrance hall of the house. Her slightly dishevelled appearance added to her aurora and to her secret bad girl persona. The sound of her heels on the marble seemed loud. Louder than normal even to her. It always seemed that way when she was aroused. And she had become aroused. It was like the strut her heels created was a more enhanced strut measured by the level of her arousal. It was like the more she played with the nylon on nylon sensations of her legs, the more those resonations seemed to travel to her nether regions. And the louder that rasp was. As she entered the hugely impressive foyer of the house, she studied herself for a little while in the mirrored walls. She always liked what she saw. Never failed to like what she saw in those full length mirrored walls. She impressed herself on a grand scale.

As Julia got into the centre of the minimalist floor space, she held up the credit card sized thing and whilst pointing it directly upwards, she almost imperceptibly swept her thumb over one of the slightly raised buttons. For a split second there was no noise. There was nothing. Julia didn't even look up at first. She simple pointed the control in the genera direction of 'up' and pressed the button. It was only when there was a noise from above did she actually, very casually look up. A double sliding loft door was opening. Looking at the ceiling in normal circumstances, it would have been impossible to tell that a door of any kind had been fitted, so high was the work standards. Normal trap doors into lofts were just that. They hinged downwards and were sometimes attached to ladder for access. This sliding loft door was in the ceiling high above the foyer and directly above the central floor area, in the middle of the two sweeping staircases and there was no attached ladder. Julia glanced up, saw the actions she had initiated through the remote were in progress and then casually re-looked at herself in the mirrored walls. Finally brushing down the dress and straightening out the slight dishevelment of her dress and hair.

The trap doors slid across the ceiling and opened fully. Just a black hole existed where the doors had been. A complete and utter black hole that from down the two floors in height, it was impossible to peer into. It was obviously into the roof space since the height gave that away. With that action completed, Julia caressed another button, and from inside the blackness another mechanism was heard. The sound of some sort of electronic motor. A whirring sound, quite high pitched from inside the blackness. And then... and then... something being lowered out of the gloom. Something that created another deeper contrast. Or a deeper conflict actually. What came out of the blackness was at complete odds with the surroundings it was being lowered into. The hyper luxurious modern surroundings and minimalist marbled brightness of the entrance foyer of the house was being added to. Added to in stark, jaw dropping way. A way that defied belief.

Lowering down out of the hatch was a shiny black, smooth shape. Completely still. Completely immobile except for the slow downward journey it was taking towards the marbled floor. The shape was human. That much could be seen. It was also obviously female since there were breast bulges. But whilst it was easy identifiable as human in shape, it was also obvious that something was not quite right. There was a smooth black shiny head, imprisoned in what looked like a cage. It was via this head cage that the whole form was being supported by the hoist that was lowering her down. The immediate conclusion was that she was suspended via this cage that was sealed around her neck and throat. In actuality this was an intricate design, the whole design intrinsic to the support of the helpless female inside the total rubber shrink wrapping.

The head cage was alarming enough. But there were other things that just didn't look 'right'. The shape yes it was female, feminine. But noticeable as the whole thing was lowered closer and closer to ground level was that the head, featureless, was swollen, or inflated beyond its normal dimensions and there were no eye holes. Nor were there any ears, or holes where there should be ears. Nor there were any nostril holes through which to breath. Where there would have been a mouth, there wasn't one. There was simply what could be best described as a circular, valve type contraption, similar to the screw on petrol cap of a car. At least that was its appearance. This valve thing gave the distinct impression that the mouth behind it was being held wide open. What drew the attention to this valve was its shiny, almost mirrored stainless steel colour and effect. And its placement right in the middle of a featureless shiny, black latex rubber face. The whole form had alien like qualities. But it wasn't alien, it was human being. Female human being. Helpless female human being.

Other things weren't 'right' too. There was no flesh at all viewable. Whatever it was, whoever it was was completely sealed in the seamless rubber. Completely shrink wrapped, completely moulded and completely imobalised in some kind of awful bondage. It was easy to see, the distinct shape of her arms, sealed behind her and down the length of her back, with the hands coming together. Even the distinct shape of her elbows, and her hands and even her fingers. But even on recognising these features, something was still not quite right with the shape. As distinct and as shiny as it was, everything seemed inflated. Everything seemed enhanced in not a nice way. Julia casually looked up expressionless as the thing was lowered. Her tongue slid with a predatory motion from one side of her mouth to the other.

Disturbingly, where the thing's throat would have been looked swollen to. It looked like it was swollen or inflated from the inside. That is, that that particular swelling was nothing to to with the rubber prison she was inside of. Moving the eyes down the shape, the swell of her breasts was obvious. They had been moulded and shaped. But where the nipples would have been, there were cruel, claw like caps that prevented any flesh, or nipples being seen, but that just spoke volumes of a torment that couldn't quite be seen or heard. At least, the torment wouldn't have been able to be seen or heard except for the hissing of breath through the mouth valve as she was lowered, and lowered towards the ground floor level.

That at least answered the one question. Was this woman, was this 'thing' alive or dead. The hissing of her breath was amplified further. The valve acting also as a speaker. Little mewlings of distress were obvious. Not just obvious, but cruelly so. Moving the eyes down over the tummy then. As perfectly smooth and shiny and black as the tummy was... it too was swollen, and there was a distinct bulge. Like the bulge in her throat, it appeared to come from the inside. The tummy bulge could easily be mistaken for a bulge similar to one in the earlier throws of pregnancy. But a distinct swelling. One that was not normally part of the woman's otherwise immaculate shape.

The legs of the female form were fixed in the open position and slightly bent at the knees. What made the whole form, the whole shape, the whole vision more bizarre and disturbing was that the taught, smooth rubber was webbed between the legs. The web stretched to its maximum with the slight spread of the legs.

Her feet were as distinct as her hands. Under the rubber encasement they were also naked feet. The shape of toes could be clearly seen. Even the veining over the arch of the feet could been made out through the skin tight thinness of the rubber at her feet. Maybe this veining would not have been so apparent had the feet not been forced to arch as though they had been forced into severely high heels. There were no high heels. Just delicate steel like frameworks built around the lower legs and feet, holding them in what must have been an agonising position. It was as though these frameworks were trainer frames. Frames for training the feet to be in that tippytoe position on a more permanent basis. As though some thought had gone into the future of this poor unfortunate woman. Between her ankles, a little bar preventing closure or movement of the feet and legs. The bar something like a simple eighteen inches in length. A similar bar attached between the knees and built into the contraption that this poor woman was being held in. The ankle and knees spread bars built into the web between the legs. A totally bizarre, a totally disturbing sight. Almost inhuman but not quite. It was the (in)human element that made it such a caustically cruel sight.

The amplified whimpering and the mewling that came through the mouth valve and speaker only increased in volume as she got lower and lower.

"HISSSSSNNNGGGGG HISSSSSNNNG HISSSSSNNNG HISSSSSNNNG."

A surreal sound really that filled the air of the foyer so much and so lucidly that it was as though one had been transported to a different place. A different planet. Certainly, the atmosphere and ambience of the earlier dinner party had evaporated into the thick air of female on female cruelty that was beginning to fester at this point.

The eyes couldn't help but roam over this unfortunate individual whoever she was. The natural arch of her back. The pushed back stance of her shoulders. The enhanced breasts, and those creature like things that were attached over her nipples. And then something else. Yes something else. Where her crotch was, another valve like thing that gave the impression, like the oral one, that the hole it covered was wide, wide open. Moving behind her, lower down and around from the crotch valve another valve that would have been situated at her anus. Weirdly, strangely just the look and the overall conclusion was drawn that this hole was also stretched open wide under that valve. The three main orifices to this woman's internals, valved and open. Just the thought sent shivers down the spine.