Pandora's Box: The Deleted Scenes

Two

(From Chapter Nine)

Tony pushed Constance down again as she tried to struggle away from his heavy weight pinning her to the bed.

"Tony…" she managed to splutter, pulling herself away from his amorous attentions for a moment before his lips began to molest her own once more. "Tony, you really don't want to do that."

"Oh, I do," growled Tony, a flicker of something that Constance had not seen before flashing through his expression. It was truly wicked, on the point of pure evil. He wrested her legs apart where she had been keeping her knees pressed tightly together and threw himself against her once more. Constance closed her eyes and prepared for the worst, summoning up the voice in her throat to scream loud enough to bring help from somewhere, anywhere. But nothing happened. Before Tony could continue his lascivious desecration of her body any further, there was a loud metallic clang and he disappeared from contact with her completely.

Gingerly, Constance sat up and opened her eyes. Tony was bent double at the end of the bed, his hands grasping his groin tightly.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, all of the malice that he had evidently intended to put behind the words being lost as he expressed himself at a pitch slightly above that of a surprised soprano.

"What the hell was what?" asked Constance innocently, movement flooding back into her limbs where she had been paralysed with fear before. She manoeuvred herself off the bed and took a few steps backwards towards the door and freedom.

"That!"

Before Constance could reach the door, Tony had released his grip on his credentials and lunged at her, catching the bottom of the borrowed dress and ripping it from hem to waistband. He took a step back at the sight that he was confronted with. Constance shrugged.

"You were the one who wanted to see what was underneath my dress," she said sweetly. "And you can't say that I didn't warn you."

"What is it?" he asked, blanching as he clutched himself once more.

"My chastity belt."

Tony hit the floor with a blood-curdling thwack, this revelation clearly proving too much for him. Constance felt no obligation to check for a pulse, taking her chance to escape whilst she had it and running out of the flat and back towards the halls of residence as quickly as she could.

"You're back early," commented Alison as she ran through the door. Constance looked down at the ruined dress and muttered a hasty spell to repair the damage before entering the kitchen to the inquisitive eyebrows of her friend. "How's Tony?"

Constance thought back to the position that she had left her pursuer in and fought back a smile.

"Oh, don't worry. He's holding his own."

Thank you NCD, NCD'S mother and Mel Brooks…