THE SUIT
Chapter I
The sun was baking down like a hammer on the land and she had to squint her eyes
to protect them against the glare. Again she struggled and twisted to get free
from her bonds but the rope was tied too firmly to budge. She looked down at
her sun-tanned skin and despaired as the sweat ran down her breasts. She was so
thirsty she could no longer call for help, her dry throat aching for some cool
moisture. She looked over her shoulder to the river, less than twenty paces
away. Gallons and gallons of fresh cool water came tumbling past as she lay
dying of the thirst. She was lying on her back, tied to four stakes that had
been mercilessly driven into the ground. The savages that had captured her had
long since left, the oppressive heat and boredom driving them away. She still
only had a vague idea why they had taken her, something about a sacrifice to
the river gods. In their warped religion they seemed to believe that a person
dying of thirst would be a appropriate sacri- fice. Suddenly she heard the
clip-clop of a horse approaching. Twisting and turning to see who was coming
she cursed as her eyes tried to focus on the figure. He was riding with the sun
directly behind him and she could not make out any detail. Finally his horse
stopped right next to her head and it's shadow obscured the sun. She was just
able to make out a tall man, his face obscured by the shadow of his cowboy hat.
The horse snorted at her and she tried to speak but could only croak. After
several seconds he dis- mounted and walked to the river. She was still trying to
call him back when he returned carrying a canteen. He bent down next to her and
slowly fed her some of the water. She drank it so eagerly that she choked and
he had to hold her head while she coughed and stuttered. When he was sure she'd
be all right he continued giving her the water. After a long time of heavenly
drinking she'd had enough and she lay back, too tired to move. She finally
raised her head and looked around. Now that her immediate thirst had been satis-
fied she could think straight. She saw him sitting against the trunk of a palm
tree, studying her body. She was suddenly intensely aware that she was
completely naked, the savages having taken all her clothes. It took a few tries
before her voice would return. "I'm intensely grateful sir - I thought I was
dead for sure." She eventually managed. He just nodded and continued to stare.
Although her thirst had been sated her body was still burning from the sun.
"Uhm.. would you mind?" she said - nodding her head towards the ropes around her
wrists. He just sat there and looked at her. This was making her decidedly
creepy. Was he going to sit there the whole day? "I mean the ropes, would you
mind cutting the ropes?" she said. For a few more minutes he just sat there.
Finally he raised himself with a grunt. Walking over to her he said in a quiet
voice "I see the Nkulikuli tribe's up to their old tricks again." With that he
reached over and took the reigns of his horse. He casually led it down to the
water and let it drink. For a few moments she was too surprised to speak, but
then she realized that he might be leaving soon. "Sir please, please sir I beg
of you" she pleaded. He just stood there with his back to her while the horse
drank it's fill. For several minutes she pleaded desperately but he would not
even turn around. Finally he started to walk his horse away. She was now
shouting her pleas to him, the ropes creaking as she twisted and fought to be
free. She could not believe what was happening. He led his horse over to a
small glade and removed the saddle. Taking his time he made sure his horse was
cared for and then he casually walked over to her. He sat down on his haunches
next to her as she cried in relief at his return. "It's not a good idea to mess
with the Nkulikuli's," he said "they might not like it if I rescued their
sacrifice." She was now sobbing full blast, the salty tears rolling from her
face. "Please sir please, please please..." she begged. Suddenly she felt his
cool palm on her stomach, innocently and quietly lying there. She stopped
crying and blinked away the tears. He was staring deep into her eyes and she
could immediately feel herself blushing. Raised in the strict catholic tradition
she was not versed in the ways of sex and she could only stutter. Despite her
predicament she could feel her nipples begin to throb. She looked down and saw
her breasts standing to atten- tion, her hot nipples ready for his touch. For a
long while he just sat there, his hand gently resting on her stomach. Finally
she managed get the words out. "Sir anything, anything, just get me out of this
please." He did not move. "Are you offering me your body?" he asked. "Yes sir,
my body. My body for my freedom sir." she replied. Her voice was now quivering
but it was no longer just from fear. He stretched out next to her, lying on his
side with his arm under his body to keep his chest raised. His other hand
slowly slid over her skin, up to her breasts. She sighed deeply as his cool
rough skin slid over her nipple. For a moment he let his arm lay on her breast
and then it continued upwards, slowly following her arm till it reached her
wrist. He rubbed and teased the inflamed skin next to the tight coils of rope.
"Why would I want to bargain over your body? I can easily have you and still be
on my way. That way the Nkulikuli could not possibly object." he said, looking
her straight in the eye. It took her a few seconds to get over the delicious
path of his hand before she could reply. She realized that he was right and she
grew afraid again. . "I have nothing to offer sir. My body is all I have left."
she stammered. It would make good sense for him to have her and leave her, the
Nkulikuli was notoriously dangerous. "Please sir, please, what more can I offer
you?" she asked as the tears started welling up again. Slowly he slid his hand
down from her wrist. As it traveled down her body she could not help arching
her back and pressing her breast into his hand. Down it slipped, over her
stomach until it rested on her sex. Slowly he teased and stroked her until she
was squirming and gasping, fighting the bonds all the way. "Please oh please"
she begged, no longer concerned with her freedom, just that delicious finger
driving her out of her mind. Suddenly he stopped and removed his hand. She
immediately twisted her whole body, pushing her hips in his direction as far as
the ropes would allow. He lowered his head till it was next to her ear. "The
price for your life is your life." he whispered. "You'll be mine for ever, to
do with as I decide. Is it a deal?" She could not even speak, she'd hardly heard
his words. She just nodded and twisted her hips even further. Smiling he rolled
over onto her and kissed her deeply. It took him but a few moments to drive her
completely beyond reasonable thought.
Sharon slowly woke to the busy sounds of the city. She was sweating and panting
like a horse. She opened her eyes, groaned in pain and closed them again. Her
head was pounding and she felt as sick as a dog. Cursing she rolled onto her
side, but the nausea would not go away. Slowly she opened her eyes again and
waited for the room to stop spinning. At last she felt brave enough to sit up.
She felt as if a train had run her over, and as she sat on the edge of the bed
she tried to remember what she had been up to. A wave of nausea overcame her
and she realized she was about to throw up. Drunkenly she stumbled to the
bathroom and managed to reach the toilet just in time to empty her stom- ach in
the bowl. Kneeling in front of the toilet she flushed the contents away and
waited for her stomach to settle. As the waves of nausea slowly abated her body
began to send her other messages. First and foremost was the heavy throbbing in
her head. It felt as if she'd been kicked by a mule and she leaned back until
she was seated with her back resting against the cool tiles of the bathroom
wall. She closed her eyes but immediately the room started spinning and with a
pained grunt she opened them again. She longed to stand up and get some aspirin
from the cupboard, but her body balked at the mere thought of get- ting up. As
she waited the headache finally diminished to a dull throbbing at her temples.
The next report that her body sent her was of a dull ache in her sex. Despite
feeling so ill she smiled at herself. Whatever she'd been up to last night, it
had involved strapping a dildo onto herself. She did it quite often and loved
the feeling of waking up in the morning with a dildo in her pussy. She
instinctively looked down and was surprised to see that she was wearing an old
nightgown. She preferred sleeping in the nude and she only had the nightgown
for those very cold mornings when she really needed it. She began to wonder
about the previous evening and was surprised and troubled that she could
remember nothing of it. She could remember coming home and taking a bath, but
after that it was blank. She'd had her share of rough nights before and once or
twice she'd woken up with a gap in her memory. What worried her was that she
usually could remember the parts up to where the heavy drinking began.
At long last she felt a better and she slowly stood up. Popping two aspirins in
her mouth she carefully walked to the kitchen to make some coffee. As she moved
she could feel the dildo inside her and she absent-mindedly stroked her sex
through the nightgown. She was very surprised when none of the sensation
reached her sex, instead she discovered a hard barrier under her hand. As she
turned back to the bedroom she became aware of a restrictive tightness around
her waist and chest. As she entered the bedroom she dropped the nightgown from
her shoulders and stepped up to the mirror. Sharon's mouth hung open in
surprise. She was wearing an unfamiliar garment, something that definitely did
not happen every day! The shock of seeing a strange garment on her body made a
cold chill run down her back. What the hell was she up to last night? She
looked the garment over. At first she thought it might be a teddy or other kind
of negligee. It was cut like a spedo bathing suit, with a tight turtleneck and
high-cut hips. It's surface was gauzy and sheer, the weave of the fabric
unbelievably fine. It seemed to be made of a strange silver fabric that
glittered like metal. The gauzy material made up most of the garment but a
built-in panty and bra was solid and not see-through. They glittered and shone
as the light played over the solid surfaces. The neck and arms of the suit had
thin solid seams, rounding the suit off. Turning around she discovered that the
suit was cut like a g-string that bit deeply into her butt crack. A thin wire
came riding up between her cheeks and then flared out as it reached her
tailbone. The flare continued around her waist, becoming the belt of the panty.
A broad solid strip ran from her tailbone up over her spine to the seam around
her neck. As she looked at her profile she was surprised to see that her
breasts were padded by almost half an inch. Puzzled at the purpose of the
padding she also noticed that the surface had the faint outlines of two nipples
built into them. She cupped her hands over her padded breasts and was surprised
at how hard and unyielding the surface was. Run- ning her hands down her sides
it felt smooth and slick, but with a strange stiffness to it. Twisting her
shoulders from left to right she noticed that the suit was flexible, but that
there was a noticeable resistance to her movements. The suit fit her tighter
than a second skin and drew her waist in sharply. It was almost as tight as a
corset and she felt slightly un- comfortable. The strip down her back seamed to
pull her shoulders upright and forced her back to stand straight. Bending over
she confirmed her suspicion as the strip resisted the curve and it tried to
pull her back to her upright position. Running her fingers down the thin wire
in her butt crack, she was shocked to discover that the panty was also rock hard
and stiff. It was much harder than she'd expected and she began to suspect that
it was indeed made of metal. She pulled and twisted at the thin wire, but it
would not even bend. The movement reminded her that something thin and hard was
still stuck into her pussy, and she tried to get to it. Rubbing her hand over
her sex she realized that her mound was cov- ered by a hard dome. She was
surprised to discover that the dome was so hard that she could not feel the
sensation of her hand stroking her sex. A cold feeling of dread suddenly
overcame her and she frantically began searching for a zipper to remove the
garment. She could not even find a seam where the suit would open, much less a
zipper. When she discovered there was none she panicked and completely lost her
temper. Twisting and turning in desperation she searched for some means to rid
herself of the suit, but she could find none. For a while she fought with her
body in a blind panic but she soon tired and was forced to calm down. Crying in
desperation and in fear she flung herself onto the bed.
Lying on her bed Sharon desperately tried to remember the events of the previous
night. She had calmed down and had stopped crying. She could remember nothing
about going out nor anything about the suit she was wearing. The fact that she
had to concentrate very hard not to think about the object in her pussy did not
make things any easier. A cold knot of fear twisted her innards as she realized
that the suit was deliberately constructed not to be removed. Sharon almost hit
the ceiling in fright when the doorbell suddenly rang. By the time she had
managed to put the nightgown on the doorbell had rung three more times. She
relaxed as she realized that it had to be her friend Anette who was at the door.
She always rang the bloody thing as if there was a fire somewhere in the
building. Glanc- ing at the mirror she realized that the suit was visible
through the cleavage of the night- gown. Blushing a crimson red at the thought
of being discovered in the exotic garment she looked for something else to
wear. After several hasty experiments she settled on an old T-shirt to cover
her chest and neck. It was almost the only thing in her whole closet that was
high enough to hide the suit. A part of her distractedly admired the effect the
suit had on her breasts, not only were they bigger, they looked hard and firm.
Wearing the night- gown over the T-shirt she walked to the door. By the time she
opened the door Anette had rung the bell more that a dozen times. She came
bouncing into the room with her usual vigor and excitement. "So babes, how's it
hanging?" she joked as she came in. She gave Sharon a quick peck on the cheek
and stormed into the kitchen. She and Anette had ex- perimented together when
they were young and although they both decided to stay het- ero, they still had
a close relationship. Sharon blushed as she realized how close she'd come to
Anette giving her a hug. She would immediately have felt the hard pressure of
Sharon's breasts. "Jeesh girl, you look like a wreck" Anette said as she poured
them each a cup of coffee, "You sick or what?". Sharon collapsed on her couch
and looked at Anette. Perversely a part of her wondered if she'd notice her
bigger breasts. "I'm OK, I just had a rough night." she replied. Anette came
over with the coffee and sat down across from her. "So you going to tell me who
he is or am I going to have to drag it out of you?" She said with a mischievous
smile. "What do you mean?" Sharon replied, genuinely confused by the question.
"I mean who is he? You disappear for two days without saying anything to
anyone. You must've gone away with a lover or something. So come on, own up,
who's he and why haven't you told me about him?" she said, leaning over in a
conspiratory way. Sharon sat in shocked silence. She'd not heard a word beyond
the 'two days' bit and she was thoroughly confused. After several seconds she
noticed Anette looking at her expec- tantly. "Uhm.. I'm a bit out of it Anette -
what day is it today?" she replied, ignoring Anette's mischievous grin. Anette
sat back and looked genuinely surprised. "Fuck me! You must really have had a
rave. It's Sunday of course" she replied. Sharon felt her world come crashing
down. The last thing she could remember was coming home on Thursday even- ing
and taking a bath. Two full days had been cut out of her life and she shivered
at the thought. All of a sudden she felt sick all over again.
Sharon sat on her bed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her left leg
was dangling off the edge of the bed while her right was tucked under her left
knee. She had removed the nightgown, but was still wearing the T-shirt. She
still felt slightly nauseous, and looking at her reflection she realized that
she looked the part. Her hair was in a mess and her skin was pale and
stretched. It had taken a while to get rid of Anette. She'd been surprised and
offended by Sharon's unwillingness to talk. After almost an hour of prodding and
probing she'd finally left in a flurry of anger, hurt that Sharon would keep
the details from her. Sharon felt too tired to dwell on the incident. The
stress and shock was taking it's strain and she could not deal with Anette's
hurt emotions as well. Besides, she did not have a plausible explanation for
her sudden disappearance. For the first time she looked at her- self in a almost
detached and critical manner. She could not believe how well the suit fit her
body. For practical purposes she was wearing a corset, bra and chastity belt at
the same time and yet it was so smooth and tight that it was invisible. The
thought of a chas- tity belt gave her a start and she became uncomfortable.
Where did that thought come from? Was that what she was wearing? A modern-day
chastity belt? The idea made her so distressed she stood up and walked around
the room. Finally she ended up in front of the mirror. She hugged her body with
her hands and stood looking at herself. The only sign that all was not well was
the glint of metal from between her legs. She'd not really had a chance to
think about her predicament, and now she mulled it over in her mind. She had
obviously been abducted and had been kept drugged for two whole days. Whoever
had taken her had for some reason seen fit to encase her body in a strange suit
that she was unable to remove. Sharon tried desperately to think of a reason
for doing this, but she soon realized that it was futile. The whole situation
seemed to be frustratingly illogical. All she had to go on was that her captor
had obviously added some sexual overtones to the suit as well. It was hard to
ignore the dildo and the padding over her breasts. Sharon sud- denly realized
that she had absentmindedly been stroking the inside of her thigh. She was
surprised and angry to find that she was aroused by the whole experience. Her
body was not only responding to the stimulation, but in the dark deep recesses
of her mind her erotic dreams had also come alive. For a while she stared at
the foreign glint of metal coming from between her legs. It looks so strange
and yet... alluring? She hated to admit it, but it was a pretty erotic sight.
She turned around and admired her rear. She could see no sign of the suit. The
thin wire ran deep in her crack and emerged high up in her tail-bone where the
T-shirt hid it from view. She moved her body a bit and tested the resistance of
the suit. It was uncomfortable, the waist was too tight and the wire up her
crack took some getting used to. She slid her hands under her T-shirt and
cupped her breasts. Again she was sur- prised at the hard foreign resistance to
her touch. She scratched the false nipples but not even a hint of sensation was
transmitted through the suit. She had wanted to examine the suit more closely,
but there was not much more to discover. Using her fingers she found three
small holes at the bottom of the suit, positioned under the dome. Except for the
holes the suit was as smooth as glass, no trace of a seam or a break could be
felt. It was only then that another worry started to nag at her, how would she
urinate. She could not imagine urinating while wearing a garment, much less
with a dildo in her sex. With the worry still nagging at her mind she decided
to investigate the holes. She managed to find a paperclip and straightened it
out. She stuck it into all three holes, but it would not go in. She presumed
the holes were either a decoy or they were blocked by something. De- jected and
emotionally spent she lay down on the bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
