Chapter XIV
She opened the door to her apartment and tried to switch on the light. Nothing.
She flicked the switch a few times but still there was no light. Cursing she
stumbled over to the fuse box, when rough hands suddenly grabbed her from
behind. She opened her mouth to scream only to have it filled with cloth and
then quickly taped shut. She moaned and struggled as one of them covered her
head with a cloth bag and the other bound her wrists with some rope. Suddenly
she felt a noose around her neck and she froze, fear shooting through her like
red-hot droplets of molten iron. The next moment they left her and she almost
fell as she was caught off balance. She heard one of them move and she could
make out the faint glimmer of light through the bag. For a few seconds she stood
around, dazed and confused. She took a tentative step in a direction and grunted
as her shin made painful contact with the couch. She twisted and turned her
wrists to try and free them but to no avail.
Where were they? What was she supposed to do now? Had they left? Suddenly a
rough hand grabbed her arse and squeezed. Squealing in surprise and fear she
tried to bolt but she ran straight into a wall.
Dazed and hurt she stumbled back and stood still again, her legs trembling.
A rough hand took hold of her breast and twisted viciously, sending sparks of
pain through her chest and neck. Again panic took over and she backed away only
to be brought up short by the noose around her neck. Somebody was holding on to
the other end and for a few seconds she fought in panic as it throttled her and
she couldn't breathe. In her strug- gles she stumbled forwards and the noose
loosened, allowing her to breathe.
Again she just stood there, her heart throbbing in her throat. What did they
want? Where were they? What were they going to do to her? Again the rough hand
grabbed her, twist- ing her other breast even harder then before. This time she
jumped but didn't try to run away.
"She's a fast learner. I think she'll do." a rough voice said of to her left.
"Yeah - Bruce said he wanted a smart one." another voice replied from straight
in front, he had to be the one with the rope in his hand.
Suddenly a hand was stroking her breast and neck. "And she's certainly a looker.
I think she'll do just fine." said the first voice. The hand continued to
explore while she stood fro- zen.
"Think maybe....?" the first voice said.
"Hmmm. There's not much time and if Bruce finds out there'll be hell to pay."
said the sec- ond.
"Yeah, but man, just look at her." said the first. He grabbed a hold of her
collar and pulled down sharply. The light blouse she was wearing ripped apart
and she stood exposed be- fore them. "Ooooh - a red bra! You know what they say
about girls with red underwear." said the second.
"Manohmanohman - that's tempting. I wonder if her panty's red as well." said the
first.
"Well," said the second, pulling her over to him with the rope "if it is we'll
soon know. Won't we honey?"
Sobbing and moaning she was led to the bedroom and pushed onto the bed. She
fought them every step of the way but soon she was lying on the bed in only her
underwear.
"Now have you ever seen anything prettier than that" said number one.
She blushed deeply and tried to curl up as they discussed her body.
"Whooooweee!" said number two "matching bra, panties, garters and stocking." he
said mockingly.
"Where'd you get that darling" he said right next to her ear. "Victoria's
Secret?"
Suddenly a finger dragged over her pussy.
"Hot damn Abe, will you look at that! She's as wet as a heifer in heat! I think
that's a formal invitation, don't you?"
She blushed even redder and wished she could sink into the earth.
"Now you know Leo, it's not polite to refuse a Lady's invitation. I think we'd
better accept." said Abe.
She sobbed and fought as their rough hands ripped the last pieces of clothing
from her body. Suddenly she felt the heavy weight of one of them on top of her
and she struggled with renewed panic.
"For fuck sakes Leo, hold the bitch down, I can't get in between her legs!"
Rough hands grabbed her ankles and spread her wide open. Before she had time to
react he was inside her and she screamed into the gag in pain as his large cock
trust into her. For several seconds he fucked her hard before suddenly rolling
over with her still impaled on top of his cock. She tried to lift herself off
but his partner pressed her down from behind and she couldn't move. Abe grabbed
hold of her knees and bent her legs up until she was spread even wider. She had
barely a seconds warning before Leo's cock thrust in from the rear and she was
impaled from both sides. She'd never been butt-fucked and she screamed even
louder as his cock forced itself inside her. Both men started fucking her in
earnest and she squirmed in pain and humiliation as the two cocks slipped and
moved inside her.
In a very short time they both came and they withdrew. By that time she was too
tired to fight any more and she just lay there, tears and snot running down her
face. She felt a sharp prick on her shoulder and as the drug took effect the
last thing she would hear was Abe bidding her a good night.
She had to wait a few days before she got her next set of instructions.
From: Nobody@anonymous.net
Subj: New instructions
Pick up package from Post Office
Do not open until Saturday afternoon
On Saturday night you will wear the red dress
You will also wear the contents of the latest package
Take a taxi to the Ignatio Melavio Opera Theater
You are to arrive at 18:45
Your ticket has been booked under the name Sharon Smith
Immediately go to the auditorium and take your seat
You are not to leave until the performance is over
Sharon felt her stomach go queasy and nervous energy flow through her body. What
was going to happen, and what was in the box? She stood up from the computer
and paced the room. How could she get out of this? Whatever was going to happen
she felt certain that she wouldn't want any part of it. What were they planning
for her? It was only Wednesday and she'd have to wait all that time to find
out. She knew her imagination was going to run wild and she'd have some
sleepless nights.
She swore under her breath, and sat down again. She had no control over her
future, her own destiny. For heaven's sake - she didn't even have any control
over her own bloody body! She felt so, so.. so.....?
Powerless!
(sexy)
Humiliated!
(erotic)
Abused!
(excited)
Depressed!
(aroused)
"Shutupshutupshutup!!!" she shouted at the walls, but the dark little voice just
giggled at her. She rested her elbows on the table and held her head in her
hands, sobbing in frus- tration. What was wrong with her? How could she be so
aroused by the whole situation? She felt so dirty, so ashamed of her secret.
What did she do to deserve this? Had she maybe brought it on herself? Maybe
she'd inadvertently let it slip to someone that she was kinky? Maybe it was her
own fault she was stuck in this situation? Somehow she must have done something
to make this happen!
"NOOOO" she cried in anguish and jumped up. With shaking hands and tears
blinding her she managed to dress in a T-shirt and Jeans. Still sobbing she
stormed out of the flat, the door banging loudly behind her as she slammed it
shut.
Sharon stared at the flashing blue light as if hypnotized. The cold night air
was blowing right through her T-shirt and her whole body was covered in
goose-bumps. The police cruiser stopped for a moment before pulling of with a
loud roar of it's powerful engine. She was standing outside of the police
precinct, still dazed and confused. She had wandered up and down the dark
streets for almost an hour before ending up here. She melted into the shadows
as a policeman came out of the front door and walked over to his car. Only when
he'd driven off did she dare take another breath and she felt dizzy with fear.
She'd not deliberately walked to the station, it had just happened.
The one moment she'd been walking along, her whole mind drawn deep inside and
the next moment the flashing light had jerked her awake. Could she go in? Did
she have the guts? What would happen? Would they somehow know? Would they shock
her to death before she'd even walked up the steps? And if she made it inside?
What would the cops say? Would they be able to help? Would they know of a way
to get rid of the suit? Maybe there was something glaringly obvious that she'd
missed? Maybe it had even happened before and they would know exactly what to
do? She closed her eyes and hugged her body defensively. They would want to
see. They'd ask her to strip. She'd have to stand in one of those gray little
rooms you always see on TV, naked and exposed. They'd laugh at her! There would
be a whole bunch of them standing behind that one-way mirror and they'd giggle
and sneer and point and she wouldn't be able to cover herself!
"For fuck sakes Sharon! Get a hold of yourself!" she whispered loudly to
herself. She started pacing the sidewalk in tight little circles.
"Let's think about this rationally. Pro's : Get rid of the suit. Get your life
back. Get your dig- nity back." Her throbbing clit added it's vote as well.
"Have sex again, anytime anywhere." She changed direction and started pacing in
the opposite direction. "Con's : Could be... no, IS dangerous. The humiliation.
.... uhm?
Give up these gorgeous breasts." She gave a nervous little giggle and then grew
angry again. "Dammit! Con's, con's... Never get to meet him? Fuck that - that
would be a Pro!" She stood still and leaned back against a wall. Her mind was
screaming GO but her legs were refusing to move. Her imagination was running
rampant and for a long while she just stood there, her eyes never leaving the
door of the precinct. Finally she stood up straight, gave a final shuddering
sigh and walked back to her flat.
She stood in front of the mirror while drying her hair. It was getting very long
and took a lot of effort to keep under control. Maybe it was time she had it
cut? Finally she could hold it no longer and she sat down on the bed. She was
as nervous as a virgin on prom night. She rummaged around under the bed until
she found the package and pulled it out. It was exactly the same as all the
others, wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address.
She had another hour before she had to be at the opera and it was time to see
what lay in store. For the last few days her imagination had gone nuts and by
now she felt confident she could handle anything it might contain. She opened
the package, paused for a mo- ment and looked inside. She gasped in shocked
surprise at what she saw. The bright glit- ter of diamonds and pearls flickered
merrily in the light as she lifted an exquisite necklace from the box. It was
the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and she couldn't keep her eyes off it.
For several minutes she twisted and turned it in her hands, mesmerized by the
light playing across it's surface. Finally she blinked and remembered the time.
She quickly looked at the box and gasped again. This time she drew out a
gorgeous tiara, made from the same glittering diamonds and silver. Next came a
set of matching ear rings, a bracelet, a small red purse, pantyhose and a new
pair of shoes.
She sat back and tried to come to terms with all the glitter and shine that lay
spread out before her. She'd been expecting the worse and she got...... this?
It took a while for her mind to do the about-turn and come to terms with it.
She stood in front of the mirror and made sure she was ready. She looked herself
over with a critical eye but could find nothing amis.
The dark red shoes were a perfect match for the dress, their high heels showing
her calves off to their best effect. The pantyhose had a thin, glittering line
that ran up the back of her legs and melted into the dress as it became darker.
The red dress was gorgeous, hugging her figure like a second skin while still
classy and chík. The jewelry hung on her like glittering pieces of star. She
twirled around and was satisfied that the tiara would stay in place on her neat
french braid.
Feeling like a million bucks she glided out of the apartment and into the night.
As she stepped out of the building she bumped into Anette. Anette mumbled an apology
and then recognition filled her eyes and her jaw fell to the ground. "Holy
Sh.....!" she said. Sharon smiled nervously as Anette walked around her. "You
like?" she said, extremely pleased with Anette's reaction. Anette was still too
shocked to get any words out and she just stared at her, totally dumbfounded.
The waiting taxi hooted and suddenly Sharon re- membered the time. "Shit! I'm
late! Talk to you later hon." she said while rushing off to the waiting taxi.
Anette could just stare in surprise and shock as the taxi sped off into the
night.
Sharon sat down nervously and looked around. She could still not understand what
she was doing there. According to the bill-boards it was the opening night of a
new production of Aida and she felt very out of place. She'd never been to an
Opera and considered the whole business boring and stuffy. Why on earth send
her to the Opera? She looked down and made sure everything was in order. The
hall was filling up quickly and she tried to scan the audience as they took
their seats but nobody looked familiar.
An elderly lady and her husband sat down next to her, smiling politely as they
took their seats. The seat to her left was still open and a faint glimmer of
hope started to grow as all the seats filled but that one. The couple were
softly whispering and she blushed as she realized she had no idea what the
performance was going to be about. She kept a close eye on the seat, secretly
crossing her fingers and biting her lower lip. The lady next to her tapped her
shoulder and she almost jumped right out of the seat. "Hello dear. My name's
Edna. You don't seem to have a program, want to use mine?" said the lady,
holding out a little black brochure. "Uhm.. no thanks, I've got mine here
somewhere." she replied, rum- maging under the seat where she'd placed her purse
and brochure.
She finally managed to find it and showed it to the lady.
"I think Dame Masimio has the most wonderful voice in the world. Don't you?"
asked the little lady in a friendly chatty voice. "My husband and I have been
looking forward to this production for weeks." Suddenly there was a movement to
her left and her head whipped around. For a few moments she could just sit
there, her mouth wide open in shock.
"M-M-Mark? What are you doing here?" she stammered. The nerd from the office was
the last person on earth she'd been expecting to find here.
He was standing stock still in shocked surprise, his face blushing blood red.
"Miss Sharon?" he said, just as shocked as she was. He gingerly sat down and
fidgeted like a nervous animal.
"Uhm .. I didn't know you liked the opera." he said with a squeaky voice.
Oh Fuck! It can't be him! No way could it be him, not Mark! Could it? "I don't"
she replied, watching his face intently for any signs of guilt.
"S-s-s uguhm, sorry, frog in the throat. So what are you doing here?" he
replied, still blushing deeply.
Her mind was going 200 miles an hour and getting nowhere.
"I'm here by invitation of a friend. He couldn't make it though but I decided to
come see anyway. You?" He grinned shyly.
"Opera is one of my little passions. I come to all the opening nights. Do you
know anything about Aida?" he asked, his hands working furiously to try and
open the brochure. It took him a few seconds to discover that the normally the
spine isn't meant to open.
"I can tell you about it if you want. It's a bit overwhelming if you don't
know.. oh look the lights are dimming." he said and made himself comfortable.
She sat back in the seat and studied his hands in the dim light. Music was
starting to play but she hardly noticed, her mind racing furiously.
"C'mon Sharon. You can't be serious. Obviously this is just a coincidence. There
is no way Mark could be behind any of this. For heavens sake he probably still
stays with his par- ents." Yeah, you're right. But then again..." "He is smart
and he's got a terrible crush on you and he's a little weird and he's the quiet
type. You know what the tabloids always say about the quiet types. I bet he
could have done it if he was desperate enough." "Do you think he's desperate
enough?" "Well he might be. He's been after me for ages." "This could all be
your fault you know" "What!!?" A part of her mind noticed some characters
appearing on the stage.
"Well if you've been pretty lousy to him you know. Remember that time he brought
you chocolates and you told him you were on a diet?" "Are you suggesting I
asked for this?" "And the many times he said hello and all you did was nod and
the ohshitohshitohshit!" Her whole body tensed as the dildo slowly inflated.
"ohshitohshitcalmdownohshitstaycalmdon'tletanybodyseeohshit!!" She grabbed hold
of both armrests and her knuckles turned white as she tried to drive her nails
right through the fabric. The dildo inflated until it was filling her to
capacity, it's studded sides teasing her walls. When it finally stopped it was
enormous and rock hard. She sat even straighter than normally and her wide,
glazed eyes stared at the stage without seeing a thing. After several minutes
it was clear that nothing was going to happen and she relaxed a bit. The
enormous object felt as big as a melon and suddenly she couldn't find a
comfortable posi- tion in her chair.
An enormous lady appeared on the stage.
"That's Dame Masimio." Mark whispered in her ear. "She's very famous and it's a
real honor to hear her sing." Yeah - whatever. In the meantime, do you have any
idea what's happening between my legs? I'd bet you'd just love to know. Or do
you know already?" The woman took a big gulp of air, her bosom heaving like a
gigantic bellows. She opened her mouth and a voice as clear as a bell and as
powerful as a fog horn flooded the audito- rium.
The dildo suddenly started moving and she had to clench her jaw to prevent a
little squeal from escaping. The nipple brushes joined in and she almost passed
out as thousands of extremely important messages flooded her shocked brain.
Everything was moving ex- tremely slowly but it was more than enough to make her
want to climb the walls. She was rapidly rushing into an enormous orgasm but
then all the stimulation stopped. With an enormous effort she finally managed
to regain control of herself.
"Yeah.." said Mark, grinning at her. "her voice is quite something isn't it?"
She just nodded, praying he won't notice how tight her jaw was clenched. The
enormous woman launched into her song again and Sharon closed her eyes and
leaned back in her seat. The dildo and brushes had started up again and she
concentrated as hard as she could not to show anything. As the voice rose, so
did the speed of the stimulation. Up went the voice - faster went the dildo.
Down came the voice - slower went the dildo. "Oh no, nononono - I can't deal
with this. How in heavens name am I supposed to sit through grnnnnn." The voice
rose again and this time it scaled even greater heights. The orgasm hit suddenly
and vio- lently. Sharon lost all sense of reality and her whole being focused on
the moving devices driving her insane. The dildo was moving up and down between
her loins and she felt as if the whole world was shaking with it. The brushes
were turning furiously and sparks of sensation were running over her breasts.
Her whole body trembled as one wave after the other shook her to the core of
her being. After a million years she finally managed to come down again and she
melted into the soft seat. The blood was throbbing in her ears and she was
almost hypnotized by it's loud throbbing. Slowly the throbbing turned into the
loud banging coming from the orchestra. A cold chill ran down her back as she
suddenly re- membered where she was. She opened her eyes and look straight into
Marks concerned face.
"Are you ok? I thought you had fainted." he said, the concern giving way to
relief.
"Yeah, yeah - I'm o.k." she replied calmly - inwardly praying the earth would
swallow her there and then.
"I just like to close my eyes when I listen. It's nothing to worry about."
"Yeah," he said "I sometimes do that as well. That woman has the most phenomenal
voice." She'd forgotten about the singer's part in the little fiasco and with a
shocked ex- pression she searched on the stage to find the source of her
torture.
Mike saw her expression and smiled. "Don't worry. She'll be back in a moment.
She's got a whole two hours left to sing."
