Pandora's Box
Copyright© 2005 by dstar
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - Senseless tragedy left Gabriel barely hanging on. Then, on his thirtieth birthday, a teenage girl shows up to lead him into the arms of irresistable temptation. Life became complicated enough, then they discovered that he wasn't even human...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa ft/ft Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic Heterosexual First Water Sports
Pandora stepped out in front of the mirror, the short, pvc skirt clinging to her hips like a second skin. The shiny black corset was laced in front and managed to trim a good four inches off of her already impossibly tiny waist while pushing her breasts up and out. The bottom third wasn't tightly laced, so it just lay on her curvy hips, not compressing them. The total effect was to make her figure look even more exaggerated that it was ... she looked like a woman Gabriel had once met who started out normal sized but had trained 12 inches off her waist with tight corsetry; except, Pandora's corset wasn't that tight. It was tight enough to give her a boost to her posture, but not so tight she couldn't breathe or move easily. The upper half of her breasts was bare to his eyes, the corset hitting right over her nipples.
Gabriel's jaw dropped open, and he grabbed the counter. "Oh, my god."
Angel blinked, then said, "You know, if you want to make some money, I've got a friend who's an artist who would pay a fortune for you to model for him. $50 an hour for painting or drawing, or $150 for photography. He's been looking for someone built like you for forever."
Chris grinned. "Isn't she a doll? Well, once the corset came down from damned near around her neck, that is. Silly girl."
Pandora blushed. "I thought it was supposed to cover more, that's all."
"Holy shit," Gabriel whispered. "I mean... damn!"
She peeked up at him shyly. "So ... it's okay?"
Gabriel nodded emphatically.
She laughed, trailing her fingers down the tight, shiny leather. "It feels ... strange. Not bad, though. Not like the one I had to wear for the shoot. Oh!" She turned to Angel, finally registering what he said. "Sorry, I hate modeling. I really hate it."
"Love, I think you'd find that it's a completely different experience if your mother's not involved. You might even find you like it," Gabriel said. "Maybe not, I don't know, but I certainly wouldn't rule it out."
She looked skeptical. "I don't know. I've never liked anything about it. I don't like being poked, and made-up, and handled like a piece of meat, and the lights hurt, and it's either freezing or broiling, and you have to pose all day and you can't eat or drink because you'll spoil your makeup, and it's just really, really awful."
"Jesus, girl, don't you have an agent?" Angel sounded scandalized. "What the hell is he doing, letting them do that to you? There are rules about that sort of thing!"
Pandora shrugged. "My mother handles it ... handled. Gabriel says I don't have to anymore," she added.
Gabriel nodded firmly. "You don't. Love, the problem is that your mother is nuts. Certifiably whacko."
"Well..." She sighed. "Honestly, the other girls, when we talked about it, they all said it was pretty much the same, and so were their parents. The really creepy cases were the couple whose dads handled things." She shuddered. "That was even worse."
"Love," Gabriel said, giving her a crooked smile, "Can you really see me not kicking their asses if they tried that on you?"
"Look ... I've got friends who are models. And I've posed down at the college," Angel said. "They'll walk all over you if you let them, but if you know your rights and insist on them, it's different. You're supposed to get 15 minutes out of every hour for a break, for one thing. And nobody can touch you unless you allow it, and you don't have to allow it ... hon, you were getting thoroughly screwed over ... no matter how much you were getting paid, it's not worth it."
Gabriel looked at Pandora suddenly. "Speaking of paid, what happened to the money you were being paid? Legally, it's yours."
"Paid? Money? Oh, I guess there was prize money and stuff. I don't know, honestly. It never mattered to me. I guess it probably went to buy my instruments and clothes and stuff," she said with another shrug.
Gabriel grinned viciously. "Then your mother will damned well not say a word. Because that money is yours, and she's legally required to manage it with your best interests in mind. If she didn't -- and it certainly sounds like it -- she committed a crime."
She looked at him, confused and a bit worried. "Gabriel ... it's just money. It's not a big deal."
Gabriel shook his head. "It's not money, it's leverage in case she gives us trouble. Or Tandi trouble."
"But I never asked for the money," she protested.
Gabriel shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Any money you earn as a minor is still yours, and she's obliged to manage it to your benefit."
"Why do you think she wouldn't? I mean, I've always had plenty of money ... it could have come from that," she said.
Gabriel looks thoughtful. "You have a point, I guess. Still, it's something to keep in mind if we need it."
Angel looks at her and shakes his head. "Still ... an agent could make a big difference for you. A good agent, one on your side. And my friend would so not touch you. He's very, very gay. Might be something to think about ... everyone should have a way to make it on their own, even if they don't have to. Kinda, a safety net."
Gabriel nodded.
She frowned, looking at Gabriel. "I guess."
"It doesn't have to be that, love. But you should at least try it, and see what it's like when you aren't just an ... object for your mother's ... I can't even figure out what to call it," he said.
She sighed. "I guess. I just ... I wouldn't need it unless ... awful things happened."
Gabriel smiled. "As far as I'm concerned, you'll never have to work again. But ... things happen, and if something happened to me..."
She wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the floor, markedly uncomfortable and unhappy. "If something happened to you, I wouldn't care about money. I wouldn't care about anything."
"Not even Tandi?" he asked. "Besides, if worst came to worst, you might have to make it on your own for a little while, until I could get back to you. But I would come back. If Lissa did it, I can too."
Pandora looked up at him miserably. "I guess," she whispered. "But I don't like to think about it. Besides ... I don't think my parents would actually let me starve or anything. I mean, that would embarrass them."
"I don't like to think about it either, but..." He smiled. "I don't intend to go anywhere. I promise.
Pandora smiled up at him, stepping close to gaze up into his eyes for a moment. She reached out, straightening a fold of his shirt. "So ... what are we dressing you in?"
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "This won't work?"
"Um ... Tandi's friends usually dress less ... restrained ... when they go out. And you put me in this," she added, giving him a slightly chiding look.
Gabriel looked thoughtful. "I guess I could wear the pants..."
"No!" she blurted loudly, then blushed. "No, not the pants. Not out of the house. Maybe some leather pants? Nice boots?"
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I bet Angel would like the pants..." He grinned. "We should get you a pair of the pants..."
"That wouldn't be legal," she said firmly. "I'm sure of it."
"No, you'd definitely need underwear. Something lacy, I think." He grinned at Angel and Chris. "Imagine pants made out of something like tissue-paper-thin stretch gauze."
Chris went red and ducked behind the counter again. Angel smiled and said, "Sounds like it'd fit right in at some of the parties I've seen ... but maybe not a public club."
"Well ... maybe not." He looked around. "Maybe those latex pants? And those boots?"
"Latex?" Pandora licked her lips. "It probably won't fit, but ... oooooh nice boots..."
Gabriel looked at it thoughtfully. "Let's find two or three things for me to try on."
Happily, she dove into the racks, moving towards the back of the store.
"Hey," he said, quietly. "Do you think you should offer Angel the same opportunity Chris had? I'll need help trying on the latex pants..."
She shook her head. "Honey ... you can't try on latex. It takes powder to get into them, and you can't wear anything under them."
Gabriel shrugged. "I'll go ahead and buy them, then. I mean, if we can make clothes, surely we can figure out a way to make them fit if they don't."
She looked at them, holding them up to him. "I think, miraculously, that they will. I didn't expect that ... maybe elves have some sorta super-luck thing, because there's no way they ought to have a pair of size 28-40's on the rack."
He laughed. "Well, you definitely count as super-luck, so maybe you have something."
She gave him a heart-melting smile and handed him a bit of black, stretchy lace on a hanger.
Gabriel took the lace and the pants. "What else? And you never answered my question."
She looked puzzled. "What question?"
"About Angel?" he asked.
"I did ... you can't try them on."
"Sure I can. I'd just have to buy them whether they fit or not."
"But you can't get into them. Not without powder. It's just not possible," she said.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You seem to know a lot about the subject."
She blushed. "Well ... one of the photo-shoots I did had a lot of latex, including this full-body thing? It took, like, half an hour just to get it on. But it did look good..."
He grinned. "You have copies of those pictures? Seriously, though, I bet that they have the powder if they sell the clothes, right?"
"I didn't see any. And it's just baby powder, so it's not like it's hard to find ... most people already have it at home. And they wouldn't expect people to want to try them on here; or wouldn't let them do so. As to the pictures..." She hesitated. "Um ... I'm not sure. Mom keeps an album with just about everything in it, so probably. They were pretty good, I thought."
"Well..." Gabriel chuckled. "If it was possible, would it be a good idea?"
"I ... don't know? I think I'd be okay with it, but ... it'd be kinda disturbing, too. Embarrassing. I know that's silly, but it just feels that way," she said.
"Embarrassing how?" he asked.
"I ... I'd be all alone."
"Why? You could be standing out here watching."
"Then I'd feel like ... um ... a voyeur. Or something. Dirty." She smiled at him weakly. "I'm kinda having to figure all this out as I go along; that's why it doesn't make much sense. I hope."
"You wouldn't like just watching?" he asked. "Although..." He looked at the pants dubiously. "If these are gonna fit, it might take more than one person's help to get in them."
"They'll fit. I'm pretty sure. You'll just have to lay down to get them on." She smiled. "I can help. And ... I don't think I would like just watching. That idea ... well, it sort of feels ... it kinda hurts," she admitted softly.
"Okay." He smiled. "But you think that if you helped, you'd like him to help too?"
"I ... maybe? I'm not sure. If..." She broke off, blushing.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "If?"
The blush intensified. "If ... if you ordered me to watch, that would be ... different," she whispered.
He grinned. "Oooooh... I see. If I told you to stand over by the mirror and watch him help me try the latex pants on ... that would make your nipples all hard? And your cunt wet? You realize that if you got too wet, with that skirt on, Chris would be able to see?"
"I ... I ... please..."
"What's wrong, love?" He looked at her, suddenly serious. "Am I pushing too hard?"
She bit her lip, dropping her gaze to the floor. "no, sir," she said very, very quietly, "i'll do whatever you want."
"Then why are you scared? What's wrong?" he asked, cupping her cheek.
She closed her eyes, trembling. "It would turn me on. B ... but..."
"But?"
"But I ... I would be embarrassed. Enough that it would hurt, too." She turned confused green eyes up to him. "I don't understand ... I know it would turn me on. How can something that would hurt, that I don't want turn me on?"
"Lots of people have fantasies they wouldn't actually want to happen in real life, even if they make them cum really hard," he said.
"I ... I know. I think. But I just don't see the difference. I mean, embarrassed is embarrassed, isn't it?" she asked.
Gabriel shook his head. "No. There's good embarrassed, like when you had to give Angel the note, and there's bad embarrassed, like when people at school make fun of you."
"But ... it's the same emotion."
He shook his head again. "It's not, really. Or maybe it's that one is, oh, embarrassment and sexiness, and the other is embarrassment and shame, or something."
She shook her head. "But ... I would do it. And I know I'd get turned on. So I don't really have any right to get upset about it."
Gabriel put his hand on her shoulder. "Yes, you do. Just because something turns you on doesn't mean you actually want to do it. You've read enough online to know that."
"Yes, but we're not talking about something like being raped or something," she insisted. "It's just a little thing, not dangerous, not physically painful, just embarrassing. If it turns me on, it shouldn't bother me."
"Exactly," he said quietly. "Not physically painful. Emotionally painful. It makes you feel trashy. Didn't I promise I'd never do that to you?"
"But it's just stupid. Something I ought to get over."
"Do you know why it makes you feel trashy?" he asked. "If not, how could you get over it? Maybe there's a good reason, or maybe it reminds you of something you had to put up with because of your mother, or ... if you don't know why it makes you feel bad, how can you say it's stupid?"
She looked down. "It's just a little thing ... and if it was important, I should know, right?"
"Lissa didn't know she was gay until two and a half years ago, and I'd say that was pretty important, wouldn't you?" he asked. "Love, it's not that simple; it never is when your emotions are involved. And you haven't had a chance to figure out why, because this is the first time you've run into it. Maybe all it is is that you need to be tied up while you watch; who knows? We can't, yet, because we haven't had time to find out."
"I just ... don't want to disappoint you."
Gabriel shook his head. "You haven't, love, not at all. Not even a little bit."
She bit her lip, peeking up at him. "Yet."
"Love, as long as you try, and as long as you're honest with me about what you feel, you can't disappoint me," he said. "I mean it."
She smiled at him, eyes soft. "I love you so much."
He smiled back at her. "I love you too." He took down the pants. "Oooh," he said, reaching back behind the rack and unhooking something. "I'm buying this. Right now."
She raised up on tiptoe, trying to see. "What?"
Gabriel pulled out the latex cat-suit. "This. Oh, man." He looked at her thoughtfully. "Honest answer time. Did you enjoy having Chris help you get the corset on? Was he respectful and nice?"
She blushed bright red. "He was nice. But it was okay because, well, it wasn't much, you know?"
"Okay." He tilted his head, thinking, for a moment. "Would you like me to have him help you into this? That's more, but is it too much more, not too much more, barely too much more..."
"No! Please no ... you have to totally strip and lay down and wiggle and your legs are all bound together until it's up to your hips and ... please don't," she begged.
Gabriel touched her cheek. "Of course not, love. It makes you feel too vulnerable, right?"
"I ... it scares me. A lot," she whispered.
"Then I won't make you do it. I want to push your limits, not break them. How about if he just watched me help you into it?" he asked.
"From ... a few feet away, right?" she asked, nipples tightening.
Gabriel nodded. "You like that idea, don't you? It really turns you on, doesn't it?"
She nodded shakily.
"I might just send him over to the store next door for a blindfold, so that you can't tell if he's there or not. I might even let him come close enough to get a good look, but I won't let him get close enough to touch you while you're naked," he said.
She shivered, reaching for his arm as her knees grew weak. "yessir ... oh please..."
He smiled. "I definitely won't let him get close enough to touch you while you're completely naked. I might have him help me get it zipped up or something, though. Like he did with the corset. Maybe he could get the top adjusted while I got the crotch and legs adjusted."
She looked uncertain. "You'd be ... you wouldn't be ... um ... free to deal with things."
"I'd make sure that I always had at least one hand free and the other one nearly free," he said. "I won't let you get hurt."
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