Chapter IXX
Sharon was not wearing a watch, but she felt certain that it would be pretty
close to 8 by now. That meant that he would be around here somewhere to check
up on her. She tried to concentrate on the faces but other that the
appreciative glances nobody seemed obvi- ously interested in her. The streets
were packed with people, all of them in a happy party mood. She joined the
crowd and tried to look relaxed and happy while every little move- ment wiggled
the dildo in her arse. The crowds flowed around her like a happy, bouncing sea.
Everybody was trying to out-do each other with their costumes. Glitter,
feathers, straps and flowing ribbons of colour dazzled her vision as patron
after patron came danc- ing by her. In comparison with some of the exotic
costumes around her she almost looked tame. A woman came bouncing past her,
wearing only a g-string and a pony saddle on her back.
Suddenly the two nipple brushes came to life inside her suit. It had been so
long since she had felt them that she almost fainted with surprise. She stood
stock still and concentrated on breathing while the crowd flowed around her.
After several seconds of frantic stimula- tion the brushes slowed down to a
slow, torturous reminder.
They turned just fast enough to remind her that they were there but not so fast
that they would hamper her movements. She stood around for a bit, gently
swaying as she fought to gain control of her body.
Finally confident that she would survive she set off with the crowd, only to be
stopped by a sharp and thrilling thrust from the butt plug.
Somebody had accidentally stepped on her tail and the plug had wriggled as she
yanked on the tail. She tugged her tail from under his feet and shot him a look
that could melt metal. Holding her tail in her hand she walked with the crowd,
all the while trying to keep her hip movements down to the minimum. She was
slowly getting used to all the stimula- tion and after a while she even managed
to walk normally again.
The crowd seemed to be aimlessly wandering through the streets, dragging her
along. Crackers and fireworks was going off everywhere and the booze was
flowing freely. Her jaw and stomach muscles were beginning to ache and she
forced herself to relax. Some- body passed her a bottle of champagne and she
took a long, hard gulp before sending it along.
The flow of the crowd took her into a large open square with a fountain in the
middle. The square was packed and she was jostled and bumped as she moved
through the crowd. She slowly wandered around the fountain, looking for some
clue of what she was to do next. Several men tried to dance with her as she
walked past but she just smiled sweetly and passed on by. It took her almost
half an hour to make the journey around the enor- mous square and the constant
motion was making her crazy. She walked over to one of the buildings circling
the square and rested against the wall. Despite standing still she could not
escape the brushes on her nipples. It took a lot of self control not to reach
for her breasts and she firmly held her hands behind her back. She couldn't
resist rubbing her foot up and down her leg and she sighed as a quick flutter
went through her sex. She was intensely grateful for the padding inside her
costume - without it her juices would be drip- ping down her leg.
Sharon suddenly got the eerie feeling she was being watched and she scanned the
crowd. Her heart jumped as she spotted a tall figure in the crowd. He was
standing stock still as the crowds flowed past him, his gaze not leaving hers
for a moment. The stranger was dressed in a Zorro costume complete with a large
hat, face mask and a heavy black cape. For several seconds nothing happened and
they just stood staring at each other. She could feel the blood rising to her
face as he suddenly started walking towards her. Was this him? Was this the
meeting she'd longed for?
His tall, muscular frame looked regal and proud as he made his way through the
crowd. Everything seemed to slow down and she started trembling as the stranger
broke free of the crowd and made his way up to her. He gave a low, theatrical
bow and took a step for- wards. Her whole body was trembling as he took her hand
and bent down to kiss it.
"Madame. My name is Ronald." he said.
She tried to smile but she was so nervous it looked more like a grin.
"Sharon." was all she could manage.
"I saw you standing here all alone and I just had to come over. Would you mind
some company?" He asked. His voice was low and strong with a slight French
accent to it. She re-tried the smile and this time it came out a lot better.
"Not at all." She said and was grateful to hear that her voice wasn't squeaking
too much. He moved to her side and also leaned against the building.
"There really is a lot of people here this year. It must be the biggest festival
we've had to date." he said as he looked out over the crowd.
"Are you from New Orleans?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yes. Born and raised here. You?"
"No. I'm only down for a visit. I had to come see the Mardi Gras at least once
in my life."
"Oh it's your first time? With that costume on I thought you were a regular."
His voice sounded genuinely surprised. Either this wasn't him or he was a
bloody good actor.
"No this is my first. I got the costume from a shop here in town."
"It's really flattering. You have the figure to go with it."
She smiled at the compliment and blushed.
"Are you here on you own?" he asked. She was now almost certain it wasn't him
and she relaxed.
"Yes. I came down for a holiday." she said and smiled. He seemed so pleased at
the news. It wouldn't hurt to flirt a little would it? He slided his body
closer to hers and smiled back at her.
"I find it very hard to believe a beautiful woman like you are all on her own."
She blushed and looked down at her feet. His warm body was pressing up against
hers and suddenly she was trembling again.
"May I ask how long you intend to stay?" he asked.
Now that was a good question. How could she tell him that she had no idea?
"Oh - only a day or two. I have to get back to work." she said.
"Ah. I see. What is it that you do?"
"I'm an accountant." she replied. "You?"
"I own a few small businesses around here. Mostly restaurants."
He took her hand and examined it, gently and sensually rubbing the skin between
her fin- gers. Combined with the hard, foreign presence in her arse and the slow
insistent rubbing of her nipples the treatment of her hands were devastating.
"You must be doing well tonight, the city's packed. Is it always this busy?" she
managed to say with only a slight quivering to her voice.
He had to bend over to her ear as a rowdy troop of revelers came dancing past
them.
"Mardi Gras is a good time yes." he replied to her question.
She couldn't believe how hot she was getting. All she wanted to do was to melt
into his broad chest and feel his warm skin touch every inch of her body.
"You are a very beautiful woman." he whispered in her ear. She looked up into
his dark eyes and smiled.
With a quick flourish he spread the cape and covered them both in a large black
nest. His mouth found hers and she moaned softly as he kissed her. His hands
roamed up and down her back, pressing her body into his. His hands happened to
stroke her tail and im- mediately her legs turned to rubber.
At last they came up for some air and she cradled her head on his chest. His
arms were circling her body, holding her in his protective embrace. Without
saying a word they pre- tended to watch the carnival while she waited for the
world to stop spinning.
As she lay against him she realized how futile the whole situation was. After
all, what could she do next? Invite him to her hotel room? Maybe agree to see
him again. Neither was an option she could take. He had no idea that the hard
barrier of her "costume" would separate them forever. Standing there, warm and
protected in his arms she wanted to cry with frustration.
She felt his hands moving behind her back. Curious to see what he was up to she
tried to look over her shoulder but the next moment his mouth found hers and
again they kisses long and hard.
Through the haze of rushing blood and throbbing flesh her nose started twitching
and a strange, sharp smell invaded her bliss. She pulled back from him and was
about to mouth the question when her mouth and face was covered by a rag.
Ronald had her head firmly grasped in his one hand while the other pressed the
rag into her face. The rag was soaked in a strong, repugnant smell and she
tried to scream. She struggled and lashed out at him, terror overcoming her
almost immediately. The cape proved the perfect cover and nobody could see the
desperate situation she was in. She felt her body slip away and her struggles
quickly became feeble and her legs gave in. She was just about to sink into
oblivion when the rag was quickly removed from her face. Her body was completely
numb and it felt as if her head was in a thick haze. Through the haze she heard
the close voices and laughter of a crowd and the next moment his face was
kissing hers. He held her firmly and pretended to kiss her while the nearby
group moved past.
She tried desperately to move but her whole body was still lame and she couldn't
rid her- self of the debilitating fog that clouded her thinking. He lifted her
limp body into his arms and disappeared around a corner of the building.
Sharon was bundled into the boot of a car and the lid firmly slammed down. She
was slowly getting out of the haze and as her thoughts re-organized themselves
her terror re- turned. As the car swayed and jostled her through the traffic she
slowly managed to regain control of her limbs. Her right arm was painfully
pinned beneath her body and with a mighty effort she managed to pull it free.
She lay in the pitch dark confine, her arms hug- ging her trembling body as the
tears flowed down her cheeks. From the rumbling of the engine and the slow lazy
rocking of the car she knew she was on some highway, rapidly being sped away
from the city.
After a while she managed to bring her terror under control and she tried to
think about her situation. Could this man be her tormentor? Her instinct said
no while her logic said yes. It made good sense for it to be him. Get her away
from her hometown, alone and isolated where there would be no witnesses. Take
her quickly and quietly, before anybody could suspect a thing. There was nobody
in New Orleans that would file a missing per- sons report about her. No pesky
cops to start looking for her. Besides, how unlucky could one person get? It
was unthinkable that she would be involved in two separate, unrelated
abductions. It simply HAD to be him, nothing else made any sense. The way she
was ab- ducted bothered her though. Thus far everything she'd experienced had
been hi-tech and carefully planned. The clumsy, almost fatal attack in the
square felt like the work of an amateur. Why risk discovery? Why do it out in
the open where everybody could see them? In fact, had the other patrons arrived
a few seconds earlier he would have been caught out. As it was it had prevented
him from drugging her completely.
She thought about her options and immediately dismissed the idea of surrender.
Could the small crowd have given her a fighting chance? Did he know that she
hadn't been completely disabled? It was likely that he thought her completely
drugged. He had no way of knowing that his attempt had not been quite as
successful as he'd thought. He probably expected her to be under for quite some
time to come.
Sharon heard the tone of the car change and she realized they were nearing their
desti- nation. It was much sooner than she'd expected and she realized they were
still close, if not in, New Orleans. She desperately looked around for
something to help her escape. The lid was firmly shut and no amount of pushing
and scratching would open it up. She heard the noise of the wheels change and
realized that they were now driving on a gravel road. Wherever they were going
they were rapidly getting there. The road was bumpy and she was jostled and
shaken around in the boot.
She suddenly remembered the wheel iron and she frantically tried to lift the
spare wheel's lid before the car could reach it's destination. Everything was
happening so fast she could hardly get time to think. The next moment the car
stopped and she froze. With her heart throbbing in her throat she heard the
door bang as Ronald got out. His shoes made a crunching noise on the gravel as
he came walking up the side of the car.
She heard his key go into the lock of the boot and she held her breath. Her
whole body was coiled for the rush. Like a stalking cat she lowered herself
onto the floor and dug in with her heels.
