EXTRACT FOR
The Mansion Book 2
(Author Unknown)

      Then the loud clanging, of the basement door being slammed shut, with a final ominous thud. She heard the sound of Nancy's rental car being, driven off. Then silence! They were packed and sealed in leather casings, like sarcophaguses in a tomb. The doors of the mansion were made of solid oak and all the windows were covered in heavy iron grillwork. Ironically, the house was as impregnable from within, as from without, if one were incapable of turning locks and opening doors, as she and Brian surely were. They could very well rot, in their sheaths, as Natalie had predicted.

      She lay there and sighed through her bit gag, pulling at the corners of her mouth. She relaxed her mouth, to relieve the pressure, of the dreadful thing. She was drooling, all over the sheath. Never in her life, did she feel so helpless. Her 1egs and thighs, felt like they were welded together, her arms seemed glued to her sides. The lacing and belts dug into her flesh. She felt like a sausage. How was she ever going to get the both of them loose, when she could barely move herself. Suddenly, the eerie silence was broken by the loud creaking sound of leather. It seemed to fill the room and she realized, Brian must have been thinking the same thing, and in emasculated anger, was writhing about on the table he was anchored down to. Uselessly, he struggled against the thick leather cocoon, he had been so expertly laced and strapped into by Anna. In futile silence, he raged against his confines in the darkness. Only tiny, muffled grunts, could be heard from the giant pear gag, beneath his casque and the protesting sound, of the strong, inescapable leather, as he thrashed about. Was his anger from rage or humiliation? She wondered. She thought of how Anna had toyed with them, in full sight of the other. How Anna had straddled Brian and raped him... and then turned her attention and insatiable lust upon her... forcing her to do things, she had never done in her life. When Anna had finished with her, she lay spent and exhausted, while Anna rolled her about like a rag doll, lacing and cinching her, into her leather prison. She was too weak, to care. Anna had kissed her hard, on her already bruised lips, again and again, ravaging her with her tongue...and then, jammed the bit, deep between her teeth, causing her to make "awking" sounds, like a bird, distorting, her mouth, as the narrow straps, entwined around her head, were cruelly buckled, one after the other. She stared blankly, as Anna cooed to Brian and forced the leather choke pear, sewn into the helmet, into his mouth, after giving him, one last passionate kiss. She cradled his head, as she drew the helmet over his angry face. Yet, there was a strange look in their eyes that told Joyce, with a sickening feeling, that the two of them had played the same scenario before. She would never forget the smug sneer of triumph on Anna's face, as she left them there, humiliated and sexually spent.

      Now, as she listened to his struggles, she grew worried he might choke on his huge gag. She rolled over to him, until she hit one of the table legs. It was amazing how helpless, she truly was. She had to scrunch her back against the table leg, using it for support, to even sit up. It was impossible for her stand upright, because of the cleverly designed strap, sewn into the bottom of the sheath. It ran from her toes, to a buckle at the back of her ankles. Tightly cinched, it held her feet, in an unnatural arch, her toes forced downward, like a ballerina on point. She looked up at his helmeted head and tried to convince him to calm down...that she did not blame him. "Ith noth yourth faith!" she pleaded with him. Finally, he gave up in exhaustion, breathing heavily, through the nostril holes, of his helmet. Joyce sighed, in relief. Sitting upright, with the heavy leather, constricting her waist, felt like she was being cut in two, so she slumped back down, upon the floor and lay beneath him. She waited for morning, in the darkness. When dawn came, its shaft of light, peeking beneath the gym door, she slowly began her journey, to the attic, where supposedly, the key to their freedom was waiting. 

      First, she had to figure out, how to maneuver in the damn thing. The sheath was so heavy, tight and restraining, scooting along on her stomach was useless. As she dug in with her pointed toes she succeeded, in going nowhere. Her toes merely slipped on the gym floor. She rolled over to the table leg once again, in frustration. This was not going to be easy, she realized. She cursed Natalie and Anna. Brian seemed unusually quiet and she realized, he was asleep. That's fine. Brian, you sleep, while I try and get us loose. She pushed her back against the table leg again, until she was in a sitting position. She thought for a while and then tried to raise her legs and push against the table leg. She felt her toes die, in and press her hard, against the leg. That was it. That was the way she could achieve the leverage, she so desperately needed, if she was ever going to move at all. She would have to slide along, on her rump, looking over her shoulder, as she shoved off with her toes. It was similar to rowing a boat, except she was the boat. She reached the gym door that a thoughtful Natalie had left ajar. She squeezed through it and reached the hall way. Although she moved at a snail's pace, at least she was moving. She almost cheered, when she reached the stair well. She bumped her rump, against the stair and managed to slide upon the first step. She chewed down hard on her bit gag in triumph. It was going to be slow, but she was going to make it. She carefully bumped her way all the way up the stairs. When she reached the main hall way, she was amazed how vast her house was. She had never seen the house, from the floor before.

      She rested for a while, laying on her back, occasionally bending her head backwards and looking upside down, at the hallway she must travel. Wearily she sat up, the tight leather, once again, squeezing her diaphragm and turned herself in the direction of the front door. It couldn't hurt to check, before she continued her long journey up four flights of steps. She reached the front door and peered out through the floor length partitions, on either side of the massive door. She knew the glass in the partition was unbreakable, due to Brian and his security conscious mind. He had had all the grill work put on the windows, to protect his precious stamp collection. It was a lovely day outside. She could see birds and squirrels playing among the trees, but no sign of human life. If anyone had come by, they would have had an excellent view, of a voluptuous woman packed into a leather sheath like a sardine, as she looked sadly out the partition. How she envied those birds and squirrels and their freedom. She turned from the door and resumed her journey. The main hall was wide enough, that she could roil down its length. Still she would bang into walls or tables and wiggle and squirm herself back into position, to begin anew.

      It took most of the morning, to finally reach the attic. Exhausted, she rested on the dusty floor, after having lunged through the attic door, that a diabolically, considerate Natalie had left unlatched. The woman is all heart. She panted through her bit gag and began looking around her. Now, came the fun part of hide and seek, she thought. After an hour, she was almost in despair of ever finding it. Perhaps there never was a key. Just a cruel hoax, played on her by Natalie. Perhaps, all that anyone would ever find one day, would be skeletons wrapped in leather. She shuddered and rolled over onto her back, near tears...her leather sheath, filthy from crawling around on the floor, dark smudges of dirt on her face, her hair stringy from perspiration. She oddly remembered an old movie she had once seen. It took place during Egyptian times. She remembered how the villain had been wrapped up alive, as a mummy and placed into a sarcophagus to die beneath the pyramids. Was this to be her fate? Would she be a mummy, wrapped in leather, to die in her own home. She stared at the attic roof and listened to the rustle of wind outside. A small trickle of a tear, traveled down through the dirt, on her cheek. By chance, a cloud released a shaft of sunlight and its ray shone through the attic window. Something metallic, reflected the light high above her and winked at her. She focused her eyes on it. It was the tip of a small key! GOD! It was really there. She made gurgling sounds of joy through her bit gag. She quickly, struggled into a sitting position, forgetting the pain, as the leather once again, folded into her stomach and kept her eye on the key. She rested her back against the main beam that held the key, on one of its branch supports holding up the roof. Now her only worry, was how to retrieve it. Whoever had left it, had been casually standing, when they placed the key on the beam. It was either a thoughtless act or a deliberate one. It didn't matter, but somehow she had to stand up too, in order to get it. She began digging in with her locked toes, inching her way up the beam, using it for balance and support. Miraculously, she finally came to standing position, perched precariously, on her toes, her legs quivering, beneath the sheath, from the unnatural strain. She leaned forward and managed to pick up the key between her teeth, before gravity won out, and she came crashing to the floor. The force of her fall, knocked the breath from her as well as the key, which went skidding across the floor. Desperately, she looked about her, ignoring her bruised body. She rolled onto her stomach and craned her neck.

      Nothing! She would have to get higher to see. She had just about enough of the damn sheath, denying her any mobility. She couldn't see anything at floor level and she didn't possess the long neck of a snake, although she felt like one. Painfully, she was forced to seek out a beam and push herself into a sitting position, so she had better visibility. Finally she spotted it...and slowly crawled over to it and picked it up, between her teeth. She felt like a puppy dog. She was hot and tired, from fighting the heavy sheath. All she wanted now, was to return to Brian, get out of the damnable thing and take a shower.