Chapter VII
She looked up as the two technicians approached her isle and she moved a little
closer to the cage's side - they sometimes briefly touched you as they went
past. They ignored her and went strolling down the isle. Disappointed she stood
back and rested in her harness. She'd been listening to them speak but she
still had trouble with the language. Sucking on her teat she drank some liquid.
Did the liquid tasted good or bad? She'd been fed the ex- act same mixture since
birth and she had no idea how it compared with other food. She only knew there
were more than one kind of food because she'd heard the technicians talking
about it. She was very proud of her ability to do 'speak'. She'd slowly picked
it up, teaching herself by listening to the technicians. How she longed to try
out a few words on them, but the teat was never removed and she was effectively
gagged. She adjusted her arms as far as the straps and chains allowed. How did
it feel to have your hands free from the restraints? She'd never once been
free, her hands being tied behind her back at birth. From what she'd over-heard
it was to keep them from touching the equipment. She looked down at her chest.
Two large plastic cups fit over her breasts, attached to her body by straps and
locks. She did remember having the cups fitted, after all she'd only gotten
breasts a few cycles ago. She remembered the terror, the discomfort of being
fitted with the cups. At that stage she'd not yet learned 'speak' and she'd
screamed and wailed in terror. Until then she'd been allowed to play and run in
the holding pens out back. Al- though their arms had been bound she and the
others had still been able to play a few games, mostly tag. With the cups had
come the cages. She and her fellow captives had each been placed in a small
square cage, suspended in a harness that hung from the ceiling. She doubted
she'd ever leave the cage and a strange feeling overcame her, something she
could not express in words. She sighed and gently swung back and forth in her
harness. Suddenly the cups came to life and she gasped as the white fluid
started flowing. After all of this time she could still not get used to the
unexpected sensation. All around her other bodies stirred as their cups came to
life as well. Two small plastic pipes ran from her breasts to a bigger pipe out
in front of the cages. She could see her fluid join the supply from the others
and she wondered what the technicians wanted with such a flood of white stuff.
Her body made other fluid as well, but they did not seem interested in that at
all. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the fluid leaving her body. The
sen- sation was so good, and yet it made her afraid. What would happen if one
day she be- came empty? She opened her eyes and looked down. She was very happy
to see that one of the technicians had returned. She tried to smile but the
large rubber teat obscured her mouth from view. Instead she leaned forward as
far as the harness allowed. She knew there was a funny thing between her legs,
she could see the same device between the legs of the others. It had been
installed at the same time as the cups. Although she couldn't see her own she
guessed it looked the same as the others, all shiny and hard with lights and
knobs on top. The technician looked around, smiled at her and touched one of
her knobs. Immediately a buzzing started between her legs, sending shock waves
of pleasure up her whole body. Instinctively she tried to touch the thing but
her hands could only flail behind her back. She moaned through her nose and
swung back and forth. Suddenly the sensation was gone and with a pang of regret
she looked down. The techni- cian turned and walked away. She wondered what
would happen if he ever left it on for a while. He never allowed her to find
out, giving her just a few seconds of pleasure each time. The cups over her
breasts died down as the last of the tremors between her legs died away as
well. With a deep sigh she swung back and rested her head in a sling be- tween
the chains of the harness. Longing for some unnamed something she closed her
eyes and fell asleep, her mouth slowly working the teat.
Sharon sat on the sofa and morbidly stared at the television screen. Her eyes
were red and tired, her hair a tangled mess. Every now and then she'd give a
small little jump as if she'd been stung. Sometimes she'd jump up, walk a few
circles, maybe wash her face and then she'd sit down again. For the past week
she'd not had a moments rest, her nip- ples being stimulated the moment she
relaxed. She'd not even been able to sleep prop- erly, the stimulation
continuing through the night. Except for the first hectic night she'd not once
been able to come. She'd be stimulated until she was nice and hot ... and then
it'd stop. Like a simmering pot she'll slowly cool down and then she'd be
stimulated again! Somehow the suit knew exactly when she was cooling off. She
guessed it measured the height of her nipples, or maybe the blood throbbing
under her skin. Whatever way it used - it was very effective. She could spend
several frustrating hours simmering away, her body ready and willing. However,
without release it was inevitable that she'd start to cool down - and all of a
sudden she'd be brushed again. This roller-coaster of ups and downs was taking
it's toll and she was going out of her mind. Going to the office had been sheer
tor- ture. She'd get halfway down a row of figures and suddenly she'd be
brushed. Of course she'd loose her place and she'd have to start all over
again. She leaned back and looked at the ceiling. She couldn't understand this
treatment. Why do this to her? What would he gain by driving her off her
trolley? Right now she was so horny she'd kill for a fuck - liter- ally. But
why? Why force her to need what she couldn't hope to have? She'd been getting
used to not getting sex, in another month or two she'd have been completely
adjusted. Now she was back at step one, as aware and uncomfortable in the suit
as if she'd discov- ered it yesterday. Maybe that was why this was happening!
Maybe he wanted her needy and desperate! Maybe the perverse bastard did this
just to drive her doodley! What better way could there be? Like a starving man
all you did was show him the food, keep it close enough to smell and see, but
not allow him to eat. It would be only a matter of days before he'd be
completely out of his mind. The thought made her shiver and she curled up into a
ball. Was that the whole idea? She could not believe that she'd go through all
the trouble just to send her to the insane asylum! Was this all part of a
mind-game?
She leaned back and tried to stand in her captor's shoes. First off, he's a
control freak. Obviously the typical "dominant" personality. His letters and
demands had made that clear. Secondly, he was smart and crafty. The way in
which she'd been captured must have taken a lot of planning. She suspected that
he'd drugged her in the middle of the night. Maybe he'd sprayed some gas under
the door? For all she knew he was in the flat the whole time, waiting for her!
Whatever the method, he'd kept her drugged and had in- stalled the suit in a
very short time. The only question was his intentions. Was he a sadist? She
didn't think so. Except for the one time she'd neglected to wear the wire she'd
never been hurt. Physical pain didn't seem to be his thing. What off the
stimulation? There had to be a method behind the madness. Could it be that he's
using the stimulation to train her to his will? If he'd let her be she'd have
become used to the suit - that much was obvious. This way he could keep her
under his control. It seems he prefered using the carrot rather than the stick.
Maybe he wanted her to do his bidding willingly, not because she was afraid of
punishment? Right now she'd do almost anything he could possibly ask of her -
as long as he allowed her to climax. She stretched herself out, her toes
pointing at the wall. It was amazing how the stimulation had ruined her
composure. As with the first few nights she was again super-aware. As she
stretched she arched her back and pushed her hands into the air. A dark corner
of her mind noticed how the suit resisted her movement, clinching her waist and
biting into her fork as she stretched. Despite her state of arousal the
depression was back in full force. She tried to fight it, but it was like
fighting a thick black fog. For a few minutes she'd rant and rage, determined
to crush her unseen enemy. Finally she'd be spent and she'd be forced to calm
down. As soon as she did the oppres- sive black fog returned, whispering
horrible dreams and visions in her ears. She gave a small jump as she was again
brushed. The stimulation lasted less than a second, just long enough to draw
her attention back to her nipples. That was the bloody problem with the thing!
As soon as she became distracted - thinking of something else or maybe day-
dreaming - she'd calm down. Whenever the stimulation came, it was always a
surprise. After all, as long as she waited for the stimulation, nothing would
happen.
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Sharon looked around and made sure she was alone. She could not shake the eerie
feel- ing of being watched and she suspected he was around somewhere. She was
back in the park, her instructions sending her here early on Saturday morning.
The instructions had come on the same day the stimulation had finally ceased,
the previous Tuesday. After al- most two weeks she'd had enough and if it had
lasted just a few more days she'd have killed herself. Somehow he'd known of
her desperation and it had ceased just in time. Perversely she found that she
now missed the stimulation. She could not believe it, and yet she longed to
feel her nipples brushed. As she drew the long dress up to her knees she cursed
herself, why did she always want what she couldn't have? She felt extremely
vulnerable and nervous, continually scanning her surroundings. The instructions
had been clear - no under-garments of any kind. Just the dress and some light
sandals. The dress had been sent to her via the usual anonymous package, part
of a whole collection of ob- jects. It was a light brown dress made of woven
wool. The bodice was tight and would stretch over the suit, but the skirt was
wide and long. It had no zippers, she'd put it on like a jersey, sticking her
head through the narrow turtleneck. It had long, narrow arms that came down all
the way to her wrists. Folding her hands under the pits of her arms she could
hide her whole body from view, only her face showing. It was nice and thick and
would keep her warm in the autumn cold.
She took a short cable from her handbag. She looked at it for a while and cursed
herself - she was actually growing horny! What she had to do would leave her
completely at his mercy - the first time she'd loose all control over her fate.
For a short while she debated with herself but she never had any real choice. A
small black box was attached to one end of the cable, a metal clip sticking out
of it. She snapped the clip around the foot of the bench, thereby attaching the
cable to the bench. On the other end of the cable she at- tached a set of padded
shackles, permanently fixed to each other. Sighing she held the shackles for a
moment and then she tied them to her naked ankles. With two little clicks they
shut, binding her ankles to the bench.
Sharon sat watching the swans glide over the lake. She'd hoped to be approached
the moment she was bound, but nothing had happened. She looked down and was
satisfied to see that all signs of her restriction were hidden by the dress.
She slowly moved her feet, they were kept together in a comfortable but firm
grip by the shackles. She could feel her feet being stopped short by the cable,
she had less than a foot of play. She hated to admit it but she was enjoying
the confinement, her body responding in it's usual manner. Here she was, bound
and helpless in the middle of a public park and nobody was any the wiser! The
park had been very quiet when she'd arrived but slowly the people started ar-
riving. Soon she saw somebody walking down her particular path next to the lake.
For a moment she'd hoped it was him, but then she saw that it was a woman,
taking her early morning walk around the lake. She looked the other way but
there was nobody coming from that direction either. She was about to relax when
she suddenly gave a stifled little cry and froze in her seat. The woman looked
at her quizzically and frowned as she ap- proached the bench. Sharon made no
further moves and the woman walked on by. Finally she rounded the bend and was
lost out of sight. Sharon released the breath she'd been holding and checked to
make sure everything was still concealed by the dress. As the woman had
approached her nipples had been stimulated and it had made her cry out in
surprise. She squirmed in her seat, suddenly both horny and afraid at the same
time. She had a very bad feeling about all of this! She tried to stand up but
the shackles around her ankles reminded her of her predicament. She could no
longer do anything to prevent whatever was going to happen.
Sharon looked up and dreaded the approach of a whole group of Japanese tourists.
By now she'd spent almost two hours bound to the bench and she'd figured out
the rules of the game. Whenever somebody would pass her, her nipples would be
stimulated. The stimulation would grow until the person had reached the closest
point and would fade as they walked on by. As the Japanese approached the
stimulation began and she clenched her jaws to avoid making a sound. It felt as
if a hundred little fingers was cajoling and stroking her, driving her mad. To
her absolute horror several of the tourists stopped right next to her to take
photos of the lake, chatting and joking as their cameras clicked non- stop. She
felt certain she was going to break a tooth but she kept on biting down on her
teeth, determined not to make a sound. She was about to pass out when they
finally moved on and she could breathe again. That had been the longest one yet
and she'd come to within an inch of having an orgasm in public! The thought had
her so horrified she blushed a deep red and immediately her lust died down. She
wondered how long this game would continue. She could still feel him watching
and she cursed as she imagined him laughing at her attempts to keep herself
under control.
Suddenly her nipples came alive again. For a moment she looked up, swore under
her breath and looked down again. An old man with a cane was slowly walking by
and it was going to take several minutes before she'd be able to relax again.
She pretended to be busy with her handbag but the tempo over her nipples kept
on rising. It was driving her wild, the brushes teasing and twisting her
nipples as the old man slowly made his way past her. He was taking longer than
she'd expected and she concentrated on keeping her breathing under control.
Finally she could stand it no more and she looked up. She almost cried in
desperation and looked down again, the old man was heading straight for her
bench! After several minutes he laboriously lowered himself down onto the bench
and gave her a quick, shy smile. She tried to smile back but it was taking all
of her effort not to cry out - two furious bees were buzzing away under her
bonnet! The spasm took hold of her and she grabbed onto the bench for support.
Her whole body went rigid as it swept her along and she desperately tried to
keep control of the little tremors coursing through her taught muscles. Finally
it was over and she collapsed back into the bench.
"Excuse me miss - are you not feeling well?" a voice said next to her. She
raised her head and looked into the kind old face of the man, concern written
all over his face. "I'm fine, thank you." she replied, giving him her sweetest
smile. "Go away, go away, go away," she thought while she smiled. He smiled
back and nodded his head at her. "Pardon me saying so but you look a bit
distressed. My daughter-in-law had the same look you know - turned out to be a
fever. Had some strange disease for years while nobody knew it. My son, David
that is, had to take her to the hospital one afternoon when she
fainted............"
Sharon leaned back and tried to feign interest while the voice droned on. She
had no idea what he was saying, her whole world filled by two small patches of
flesh. As she smiled she could feel the second climax building and she held on
to the bench for the ride. This time she handled it much better, the old man
didn't even realize she was a little pre- occupied. He never noticed her
knuckles turn white or the sweat streaming down her brow.
