Chapter XV
Her long hair streamed out behind her as her powerful tail propelled her through
the water. She spread her arms wide and did a lazy barrel roll, overjoyed at
the freedom of flying through the ocean. She spotted a school of dolphins and
laughed merrily as the greeted her with happy squeaks and clicks. Together with
the dolphins she glided through the water, her body jumping out of the water
and splashing back again as they raced each other through the waves.
On one of these jumps she spotted a distant object drifting on the water and she
grew cu- rious. The dolphins quickly closed the distance and started riding the
bow-wave. She'd never seen a ship before and she hung back, curiosity mingling
with fear. Slowly she ap- proached and circled the strange object. Nothing
seemed to happen so she slowly reached her hand out and touched it. It felt
strange, the texture was unlike anything she'd felt before.
She was just growing confident when she heard several small objects fall into
the ocean. She saw them falling all around her and she was about to follow one
down when her hair got snagged in something. She reached up only to have her
hand and arm caught in the stuff. Her eyes grew wide in fear as she saw thin
strands of white rope circle her head and immediately she tried to swim away.
She swam for several yards, dragging the strange ropes with her when she was
suddenly and viciously brought short. Her powerful tail tor- mented the water as
she fought to be free, but she could not move any further away. She screamed
and tried to claw her way free but her other hand got snagged as well. Her one
hand was stuck behind her head and the other around her throat. She renewed her
efforts and the sea foamed and bubbled as her tail churned the water behind
her. She tried a different tactic and tried to roll out of harms way but to her
horror she felt the ropes circle around her chest and waist. She was covered in
ropes all the way down to her waist and the rolling also pinned her arms
painfully tight against her body.
She tried rolling the other way. At first it seemed it would work but then her
tail got caught as well and soon she could only struggle feebly, completely
encased in a net of ropes. She felt the her body being dragged to the surface
and she screamed even louder in fear and pain. Terror made her desperate and
she bit wildly at the ropes covering her face. Suddenly she broke the surface
and to her horror she was being dragged into the air. She coughed and
spluttered as the sea water in her lungs was replaced by air and for a few
seconds there was the sickening feeling of drowning as her body adjusted. She
was lifted over the rough railing of the ship and dropped onto the deck. It
took her a few minutes to get used to the bright glare of the sun and the
strange, heavy feeling of being out of the water.
When she could finally see she looked up into the faces of weird beings circling
her and looking down at her. They looked like men, but they stood upright on
two strange stilts that bent in the middle. One of them bent down and spoke
some strange words to her. His body was red and his stilts were black. The
sound of his voice was low and it sounded as if he was growling at her. She was
still very much afraid but she managed to find her voice to beg for release.
His face grimaced in pain as she spoke and they all covered their ears. He
reached down and she drew back in fear, her tail making a wet sound as it
flopped up and down on the deck. Again she started begging but this time he
produced a red piece of his body and stuffed it inside her mouth. She moaned
and struggled as his hands sought out her breasts and he teased her nipples.
More of them bent down and they were making those strange noises again, this
time to each other. The man teasing her breasts tugged and pulled at the ropes
and for a moment she thought they might release her. Instead he adjusted the
ropes so that both her breasts spilled out of the holes in between. The men
applauded and their noises grew exited. She blushed deeply as some more hands
found her breasts and soon her whole body was covered by stroking, fondling
hands. She strug- gled as best she could but they didn't even have to hold her
down, her own heavy tail and the net of ropes made it impossible for her to do
much more than squirm. Suddenly she felt a hand on her belly button. She prayed
they would not discover the thin slit between her scales that was the entrance
to her sex. Everybody knew that the outside was as hard and lifeless as the
rest of her tail, but if they were to push something inside she'd loose all
control over herself. The hands continued stroking and she tensed as they moved
over her slit, but they didn't notice it. Already her nipples were standing to
full attention and she blushed even redder at being so brutally manipulated.
Suddenly a thumb found her slit and she moaned deeply through the gag as it
entered her. She closed her eyes and her whole being was filled by the thumb as
it drove into her. Hew whole body shuddered in pleasure as it wiggled inside
for a moment and then it was gone. She came to her senses and now she struggled
anew, her fear being driven by a new force: they now knew her secret! The
creature that had fondled her breasts talked loudly to the others and they
backed away. She sighed in relief as the hundreds of hands left her alone and
she stared up at their leader, her eyes begging for mercy. They grew wide in
shock as his black skin fell away from his stilts to reveal a large, straight
rod between them.
The men of her kind did also have rods, but they were long, thin sticks that
slid out of a small pouch inside their bodies. She'd never imagined having
something so large inside her and she frantically started flopping to the edge
of the deck. The man only smiled and grabbed hold of the ropes around her body.
Before she had time to think he had her rolled onto her back and he sat down on
her tail. She moaned and struggled but could do noth- ing as he leaned over
forward and guided his rod into her slit. The moment he entered her she lost
all her senses. All she could think about was the large, throbbing shaft
splitting her wide open. The pleasure was beyond anything she'd ever imagined!
She rocked her body and moaned, but it was no longer in fear. After an eternity
of one orgasm after the other she sighed deeply as he pulled himself out of
her. She lay on the deck, too dazed and overwhelmed to struggle any further.
What were they going to do to her now? Would she be released? She looked up
into the face of the man as he stood up and pulled his skin back on. To her
horror another approached and off came the skin again. She started trembling
violently as the men started filing into a neat row, but before she had time to
ponder her fate he was inside of her.
Sharon's hands slid over the smooth latex and little shocks of pleasure rode
through her body. She was so horny she was almost drooling and the latex
heightened her lust even more. She turned around and admired her rear in the
mirror. The catsuit was as black as the night and it looked as if somebody had
painted oil onto her body. Every curve, crevice and bump was visible as the
latex stretched tightly over her limbs. The catsuit covered her from head to
toe and only her eyes, nose and mouth was visible. The hood stretched tightly
over her head and her eyes looked out through two holes in the mask. She
squirmed and moved her limbs and the latex reluctantly slid over her skin until
it fit her perfectly.
For the last two weeks she'd been slowly going out of her mind with lust. Ever
since the Opera she'd been constantly stimulated and cajoled but not once was
she allowed re- lease. Sometimes she'd be stimulated for minutes on end, the
brushes working so slowly it was impossible to come. Then the treatment would
switch and the dildo would inflate, filling her until she felt she would burst.
For almost an hour she'd have to walk around with the giant object filling her
sex. Then, just as suddenly as it had inflated it would deflate again, leaving
her with an empty unfulfilled sensation. On other occasions the deflated dildo
would suddenly start moving. Slowly and torturously it would turn inside her
until she felt ready to crawl up the walls. Sometimes she felt so close to
orgasm she could almost taste it, and then everything would quiet down again.
By the time she'd received her next instructions she was so ready and willing
she even looked forward to the daring task.
She'd been going to the Bondage Club quite regularly but always in the same kind
of out- fits. Short skirts, high heels, stockings and a bodysuit. Tonight she
was to go whilst wear- ing her latest gift. She stepped over to the bed and got
the second part of the ensemble. It was a hard rubber basque straight out of
the movies. It was also black but it was more textured than the smooth catsuit.
She rubbed her finger over it's surface and the texture reminded her of the
dashboard of a car. It fit around her waist perfectly and fastened with eight
rubber straps across her back. It ran up from her hips to just under her armpits
and it covered her breasts to just over the nipples.
Next came a shield that fitted into the basque. The shield covered her sex and
rear and made it appear as if the basque had a built-in panty. It was made from
the same material as the basque and once in place Sharon couldn't see the line
where the two met. Last came the boots. They were molded rubber boots that came
up all the way to her thighs. The toes were pointed and the thin heels were
very high. She felt very unstable walking in them and it heightened her sense
of adventure. They were also black and shiny, with a thin zipper running up the
back. Finally ready she walked around the room a few times. She wanted to
giggle and cry at the same time, the whole situation was so absurd. She was
going out to town in the kinkiest outfit she'd ever seen. Under all these layers
of syn- thetic material was real skin. Skin that she felt was almost not a part
of her any more. She waddled a bit and concentrated on walking normally but it
was difficult. The boots were brand new and didn't bend as well as her knees
wanted to. The shield between her legs was stiff and she was reminded of the
first few weeks in the suit. The foreign object be- tween her thighs kept her
attention focused on her throbbing clit. The smell of new latex was almost
overpowering and it made her nipples stand to full attention. Almost as if on
queue her nipples came alive, the brushes moving at their lowest possible
setting. She closed her eyes and waited for the small shudders to stop. Finally
she took a deep breath and headed for the door.
Sharon carefully stepped into the passage and the memories came flooding back.
That first day.. those men... the lift. All of a sudden it was as if no time
has passed and her legs started shaking again.
What was she doing! Did she really want to go out dressed like this? What if
someone saw her? How would she explain? Was she completely nuts?
She retreated back into her flat and leaned against the closed front door. Her
heart was doing 500mph and her whole body was shivering. She simply couldn't do
this. She didn't have the guts. She closed her eyes and tried to relax before
her heart burst. After several minutes she became aware of a different kind of
throbbing. She walked around the living room in little circles. She couldn't do
this... and yet. She needed to come, she needed it soooooo bad! She just knew
she'd come tonight, if not by his hand then certainly in her dreams. She didn't
have any choice really, he would certainly punish her is she didn't ar- rive on
time. She thought about him. Was it the man in the club her tormentor? Every
time she went back she kept a eye out for him but he never showed. Tonight
would be differ- ent! He'd want to see his creation. Was it him? Oh please
please please let it be him. She stood inside the door, took hold of the handle
and took a deep breath. Her legs still shak- ing she entered the night.
Sharon sat inside the club and slowly sipped a drink. An hour ago she'd felt
horny - now she felt positively on fire. It had started with the walk down the
stairs. She'd decided to take the stairs so that she could avoid bumping into
anyone. As she'd moved her thighs had rubbed over the shield. Pretty soon every
step had turned into an ordeal. The boots didn't want to bend properly and she
was constantly reminded of their tight, firm grip on her legs. At about the 2nd
last floor she'd felt a quick, light flutter in her sex and she'd paused to
enjoy the sensation. Unable to touch herself the orgasm quickly faded and she
continued on her way. She'd hope the 'quickie' would take the edge off her need
but, within five minutes she was all worked up again. The drive in the car was
just as bad. The first thing she noticed as she sat down was the hard shield
gripping her buttocks as she sat on it. The car also quickly filled with the
lingering smell of latex and she turned the blower on full blast.
As she drove people would stare at her outfit. She found herself longing for
tinted windows and decided there and then that it would be her next purchase.
Her face was blushing red as she stood waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Almost
all the pedestrians did a double-take and stared. When the light turned green
she sped off but soon realized that driving was no better. Her limbs kept
moving as she had to negotiate the traffic and every slight move- ment would
somehow remind her of the ensemble. Using her legs made the her butt- muscles
move against the hard shield. Her upper arms would rub against the rough exte-
rior covering her breasts. The latex and rubber would creak in a cacophony of
sound with the slightest movement. After a few minutes she had to pull over and
relax, she simply couldn't drive with her hands trembling so much. Finally she
felt under control again and she continued on her way.
Sharon played with the collar around her neck as her eyes scanned the bar. It
was still early and the place was relatively empty. It was strange, but in here
she felt much more relaxed than outside. Somehow it felt as if she was among
friends. There was a burst of laughter at the door and she looked up to see
four of her 'buddies' joking with the bouncer. One of them glanced her way and
instantly his jaw hit the floor. She smiled sweetly and waved at him, immensely
pleased by his reaction. He pumped his closest friends ribs with his elbow and
pointed with his head. They stormed over and she giggled as they mobbed her
with compliments and questions.
"Hold on boys!" she had to finally say. "One at a time please." She felt like a
celebrity handing out autographs. "So - you like?" She stood up and twirled for
them. She felt so sexy and excited it was making her dizzy. Andrew was staring
at her, his eyes glimmering in amusement. He was the quietest of the bunch and
of the whole crowd she felt most drawn to him. His quiet dignity was so at odds
with the boisterous and sometimes lewd group. He was standing stock still, his
hands in his pockets. She felt a hand on her arse and she turned to be
confronted by a large drink. "One peach schnapps and orange juice for the
lady."
"Now, now Jake, you trying to make me drunk all over again?" she teased, while
her rump glowed hot where he'd touched her. "You know I can't say no." she
accepted the drink and gave Jake a quick peck on the cheek. He used the chance
to pull her close and his hands grabbed hold of her arse as he gave her a
proper kiss. The whole group burst out laugh- ing and she blushed even redder as
he released and grinned back at her.
Sharon closed her eyes and waited for the buzzing over her nipples to stop. It
took an enormous effort to keep on dancing despite the stimulation and she was
glad that she was dancing with Andrew rather than with William. William liked
to twirl her over the floor in a heady rush of activity, while Andrew liked to
pull her close and gently sway to the music. Finally the slow torture stopped
but she knew it would be back again. She'd found that the worst part of the
stimulation actually came after the brushing had stopped. That's when her body
would fill the sudden void with hard throbbing, her nipples screaming for the
deli- cious sensation to return. It always took a few minutes before she could
push the insistent throbbing into the background.
She loved dancing in Andrew's big, protective arms. He was one of those rare
people born with the gentle spirit of a poet and the physique of a bull. His
right hand slowly rode up and down her back while the other kept a firm hold on
her waist.
"What's up with you tonight Sharon?" he suddenly asked out of the blue.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking up into his face.
"I mean everything. The suit, the giggling, the trembling..."
"Trembling? What trembling?" she asked, completely caught off guard.
"I mean this trembling" he said, pulling her body into his "Your whole body is
shivering. If I didn't know better I would've sworn you're freezing under all
of that rubber."
She hadn't realized that it was that obvious and she took a slight step back. To
her sur- prise he pulled her back firmly. "I'm sorry Andrew, I can't do this."
she said, stepping back from him again. He let her go and she quickly fled to
the bathroom. She was still outside the door when the first tremors hit and by
the time she'd closed the stall her legs gave way. This time it was a bit more
intense than the one on the stairs but still she felt unful- filled and longing
for more.
Sharon walked back to the group and was again warmly greeted. They made all
kinds of jokes about her long visit to the ladies, and the general consensus
was that it had taken her a while to get out of the catsuit. She blushed at
their remarks and nodded. It had in- deed been a struggle to get out of the suit
so that she could do the necessary ablutions. She sat down and a drink appeared
out of nowhere. She smiled sweetly at Jake and took a little sip. Andrew sat
down next to her and circled her waist with his arm. "Listen. I don't know
what's up and I won't push it." he said gently. She breathed a deep sigh of
relief and kissed him on the cheek. "But by now you should know that I care for
you." he said and she tensed again. "Andrew, you're a nice man. A kind man,"
she saw his face twist as he realized what was to come "But I can't be more to
you than a friend. It's not that I don't feel attracted to you." she leaned up
against her, her breasts pressing hard against his chest "There's nothing I
want more than to be your lover, but I just can't." He opened his mouth to
speak but she interrupted him "And you can't ask me why." For a long time they
sat in silence, her head resting on his shoulder. "Can I ask you a favor?" he
suddenly said, his voice low. She nodded, a little distracted by the dildo
suddenly moving inside her. "I want you to wear this. Just for tonight. For
me." She looked up and saw him holding the leash.
"I .. I .. I"
"Please" his voice sounded so serious and pleading "For me. Only for tonight."
"OK, but only for tonight." she replied, a small shiver of pleasure going down
her spine as the dildo changed direction. His smile was as bright as the sun
breaking through clouds. He leaned over, took a firm hold of the D-ring on the
collar and clipped the leash onto it. A even bigger tremor of pleasure ran down
her spine as she heard the faint click of the clip. For a moment they smiled at
each other and then he was pulling on the leash and her face met his. For an
eternity they kissed and she melted into his broad chest.
