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Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 12 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 03:10:03 -0400
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://pandora.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
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Enjoy,

Velvet
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His phone rang and he reached for it, stretching across Pandora. "Hello."

There was a long, silent moment, then, "Hi. This is Tandi for Dora."

"Sure. Just a sec." He held out the phone to Pandora. "It's your sister."

She took it. "Hey. It's clear? Cool. Be there...um, soon, might take a
bit." She blushed. "_No_, not because of that! God, you've got a dirty
mind. Um...no, not really, it's a long story and I can't really tell you,
anyway.  Sorry. Okay. Later." She hung up, sighing.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"

"No, it's just...it's going to be hard, not telling her everything."

Gabriel hesitated, visibly torn.

"It's okay. I _know_ we can't. It's just...well...she's my best friend. My
only real friend, until you," she admitted shyly.

"How...how much do you trust her?"

"Um...is that a trick question? I mean...she helped me get here. We cover
for each other, help each other. There _wasn't_ anyone else."

"Yeah. She already knows enough to get me in a shit-load of trouble,
doesn't she? I mean, if I can't trust her, I'm screwed anyway." He looked
thoughtful. "Right?"

"What she knows...she'd never tell. Because that would hurt me just as bad,
if not worse than you. I wouldn't have asked her for help if there was any
chance that she'd turn on us. I promise."

"Then...you can tell her, if you want. It doesn't raise the risk level
much," he said.

"I...don't know. Um. She might just think I'm crazy. Or that you did
something to me to make me believe everything."

"I could show her." He shrugged. "It's not like it's that hard to drop the
illusion. Or I could just wrap my hair around her hand or something."

"M-maybe. Let me think about it, okay?"

Gabriel nodded. "Okay."

She winced and rubbed her forehead. "I think you'll have to go barefoot."

"Yeah." He frowned. "I wonder if there's any way to avoid the whole massive
pain part."

"How would we know? I mean...there's not exactly a "For Dummies" book on
the subject."

"Yeah. Sucks." He sighed. "Lemme put this on."

She looked at it critically, then smiled. "Nice. But not...pornographic. I
can live with that." She stood up and rubbed against the front of his body,
appreciating the texture of the 'cloth'. "Mmm...quite nice...wonder what a
dress would be like..."

Gabriel says, "Oooh." His eyes widened. "Or one made of two or three layers
of that." He gestured to the gauze-like pants."

"Mmm...it wouldn't stay down, though, not made out of that light stuff."

Gabriel nodded slowly. "Yeah. Okay, so we make it ankle-length. I honestly
think that'd be more...eyecatching. Maybe one tight inner layer..."

She laughed. "You sound like some of the designers I worked with...they all
dressed me up like little kids with a doll."

He raised one eyebrow. "Don't you think it'd look good?"

"Well...yeah, I think so. I...um...try not to be vain, though. But it would
feel nice.... And I want to look good for _you_."

Gabriel smiled. "If we get it right, it'd be one of those incredible
elegant things that people would envy you for."

She grinned up at him. "Kind of like you, then."

Gabriel blushed.

Pandora rubbed her cheek against his chest, hugging him for a moment.
"C'mon...let's go. Tina _should_ stay at the mall for _hours_...but she
might have a spat with one of her 'friends' and come home early."

He nodded. "Okay."

Driving was interesting. The seat had to be adjusted, and even all the way
back, he still felt rather cramped in the small car.  Then, to make matters
worse, every living thing had an aura...not necessarily a bright one; in
fact, the humans they passed on the sidewalk all had significantly dimmer
auras than either of them...but at least a faint glow around them. Lines of
power were everywhere, little streams anywhere life existed, gathering into
bigger streams, and large pools in places. Then, there were the ghosts. Or
at least he assumed they were ghosts. Or something. Things with no physical
body flitted here and there, sometimes drifting across the road and
_through_ the cars, once nearly causing him to swerve into traffic trying
to avoid something that wasn't there. He ended up on the shoulder,
shivering. Pandora was holding onto the handle set above her door with a
white-knuckled grip. "Um...wh-what the hell was that?" she asked shakily.

"Y-you didn't see it?" He shook his head. "It was...I don't know. It looked
like a giant squid. With wings."

"Ahhh...no? Um...are you _okay_?"

"I...think so. I think I'm just...seeing more. Lots more." He glanced at
her momentarily. "Did you know that your aura is just as beautiful as the
rest of you? Most people aren't nearly as bright as you are."

She smiled at him. "Maybe it's a perceptual thing. I look brighter to you
because I'm not just anybody to you. However...I think you should let me
drive. Seeing giant flying squid isn't really a good thing in a moving
vehicle."

"Aren't we almost there?"

"Yes, but...um...you might have been too preoccupied with the squid to see,
but there was this UPS truck? Not good."

"I just wasn't expecting it. I'm okay." He glanced at her. "Really."

She looked skeptical, but nodded reluctantly. "Okay...but if you get us
both killed, we won't be able to have sex anymore."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Um...well, no, actually. But if you don't get us killed, just in the
hospital in body casts, it would be a loooooong time."

"Mmm. Point." He bit his lip, trying to keep a straight face. "Which
house?"

"The big one." She pointed. It was a good description, too. The house was
three stories, with a huge, columned front porch, and looked like something
out of "Big Expensive Monstrosities Quarterly".  It likely cost quite a bit
more than his castle, and without a fraction of the style and charm. The
yard was perfectly manicured, the driveway inlaid paving stones. The garage
was the size of a lot of the other houses in the neighborhood...it'd hold
at least 6 cars, easy. Out back, there was a small tennis court and a large
pool.

"Where should I park?"

"Hold on, I'll get the garage door."  She hopped out when he pulled up and
tapped on the keypad that raised the garage door. Inside, the garage was
clean and roomy, and contained three cars already, all of them extremely
expensive.

Gabriel pulled in, carefully.

She smiled at him nervously and led him through the interior door into the
house. The inside matched the outside. Designer furniture and antiques.
Expensive silk print wall paper. Expensive paintings, vases, and other
objets d' art.	Inlaid wood floors covered here and there with Persian
carpets.  Crystal chandeliers. And in every room, pictures of Pandora,
including one large oil painting over the fireplace in the den.  Most of
the rest were professional photographs, extremely well done, and shots from
various competitions and pageants. They started when she was a pretty six
year old, and continued to the present day. Strangely, there were no
pictures of either of her sisters, except for a few of her as a little girl
with a bright-red-headed toddler. On the walls of the hallway she led him
down were trophies and tiaras, each mounted on their own little glassed-in
shelf.

"This is...all you..." He looked slightly perturbed. "Um, don't take this
wrong, but has it ever occurred to you that your mother is just the tiniest
bit obsessive?"

"Of course it has. I'm not an idiot." She looked at him and sighed. "When I
was little, I used to be afraid she'd get a case for _me_, too, so I
wouldn't get damaged in between competitions," she confessed.

Gabriel pulled her close, hugging her. "Awww..."

She smiled up at him. "It's okay. She never did, quite."

He raised an eyebrow. "Quite?"

"Well...there were always the Rules."

"The...rules."

"Yeah...like...'No sun, sun ruins your skin, so no playing outside.' And
'No candy, candy ruins your smile.' And 'No slouching, good posture is
_required_.'" She winced. "I hated that one...I liked to lay on the couch
and read, so she got this, you know, brace thing? Anyway, it was really
uncomfortable." She shrugged. "And stuff like that. No doing anything that
would chip my nails or get dirt under them. No running, in case I fell and
bruised myself. No yelling or loud laughter, so I wouldn't strain my voice.
Normal stuff."

Gabriel shuddered. "God."

She laughed. "It's not _that_ bad. She was just trying to take care of me,
really, even if she did go overboard."

"That's...not what I'd consider normal, but okay." He looked around.
"Where's your sister?"

She opened a door into an overwhelmingly feminine bedroom. "Not sure -- Oh!
Right here!" She hugged the redhead who'd just launched herself off the bed
and into her arms.

Tandoori Baleen Harris looked almost nothing like her sister. The only
thing they really had in common was height. Tandi was as tall as Pandora
already, but destined to be slim and elegant rather than curvy and round.
At the moment, she looked a bit too thin; all long legs and skinny arms,
with breasts just starting to show roundness under the spaghetti-strap
minidress she wore. Her hair was short and curly, and an almost painfully
bright red, her skin soft gold, and her eyes a startling turquoise blue.
Her features would one day be stunningly gorgeous, but right now they
looked, like the rest of her, a bit out-of-place. "It _took_ you long
enough," she complained, hugging her sister tightly. "Are you _ever_ going
to stop worrying me, huh?"

Her aura was vivid, bright, but didn't resemble her sister's at all.
Instead of soft reds and golds, Tandi's aura was a shock of electric blue
and bright purple, with streaks and swirls of brilliant emerald green, all
shot through with sparkling silver. It was also held close to her body,
contained in what looked like an encapsulating soap bubble.

Gabriel stared at Tandi, looking at her aura closely.

Pandora said, "Sorry. Bit of car trouble. Oh, you already got my suitcase,
aren't you a darling!" She stepped away, and Tandoori turned to look at
Gabriel.  Her first expression was more than a touch suspicious, but it
faded quickly to dreamy admiration as bits of his aura reached out to
caress the surface of hers.  She smiled lazily and took a step forward,
then seemed to shake herself and his aura was deflected as if slapped away
as her own pulsed brightly. She looked confused for a minute, then frowned
at him and turned her head to say something to Pandora, but froze, her
mouth open, eyes locking on the claw marks visible on her sister's white
skin. Then, without saying a word or giving any warning, she turned back,
drew back her arm, and punched Gabriel right in the diaphragm, hard,
knocking the breath out of him and causing him to double over.

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