Chapter XX
The key turned and bright light came rushing in as the boot was opened. Sharon
ignored the painful stab of light and sprung forwards.
She kept her head down and hit the half-open lid with her shoulder and back.
There was a loud groan as the outside edge of the boot hit Ronald in the
midriff. Sharon tried jumping out of the boot but she'd forgotten the high
heels and the fan on her back. She tumbled out of the car like a sack of
potatoes and hit the ground on her side. Ronald was winded and stunned but by
no means out. He was standing bent over, his arms circling his waist
defensively as he tried to get his breath back. Sharon tried desperately to get
to her feet but her legs were still rubbery and her high heels kept toppling
over. Ronald was already taking a few shaky steps in her direction and she
crawled around the side of the car on her hands and feet. If she could get away
from the bright lights surrounding the house she might have a chance of getting
away. She gave a giant shout of frustration and finally managed to get to her
feet and start running. She had hardly given three steps when her lips suddenly
formed a large O and her eyes grew as wide as saucers. Ronald had man- aged to
grab hold of the very tip of her tail and the dildo had slammed into her anus
like a jack-hammer. She almost fainted as erotic firecrackers of pain exploded
up her spine and her legs folded beneath her. She sat crouched down on her
haunches and waited for the world to stop spinning. A second or so later she
managed to look around and she saw Ronald at the side of the car. He had her
tail in one hand while the other pushed against the car for support. Even
though he was still recovering from the blow his eyes were al- ready livid with
rage. Sharon panicked as she saw his eyes and grabbed at her tail. She tried to
yank herself free but he pulled back sharply and again the dildo caused havoc
with her anus. In two short steps he was by her side and he grabbed hold of her
wrist. Bending her arm up her back he forced her to stand up and start walking
towards the house. She was fighting him all the way and the tears rolled down
her face as her heels tried desper- ately to dig in. With his right hand still
holding her arm bent behind her back he pushed her along wordlessly. She tried
to whirl around out of his grasp but he suddenly grabbed hold of the base of
her tail and instantly she was as tame as a lamb. Without any further inci- dent
she was marched off to the house.
Sharon was flung down on a large double bed in what she presumed was the master
bed- room. She barely had time to turn over onto her back when he climbed onto
the bed and sat down on top of her. His hands pinned her wrists down next to
her head and for several seconds they just stared at each other.
"What? No screaming? No shouting? No telling me what the cops are going to do to
me when they find out?" he said with a icy voice. She just looked away and
refused to re- spond.
"Are you scared stiff or what?" he sounded surprised that she wouldn't talk.
Still she refused to say anything.
"Maybe you're not screaming because you don't want to be saved? Maybe you're
liking this too much?" he said. She gave him a look that could strip the paper
off the walls. Still puzzled he let go of her wrists and leaned back. She used
the opportunity to rub the tears out of her eyes and rub her wrists where his
rough hands had bruised them.
After several seconds during witch she refused to even look at him he finally
climbed from the bed. He turned his back and started rummaging inside a
cupboard. For a second she considered making a break for the door but it would
be hopeless, he was standing be- tween her and the door. Moments later he found
what he was looking for and he returned to her side. In his hand he held a
coiled length of rope that was rolled up into a large knot. She gave a
desperate little grunt and tried to fling herself out of his way but he was
right on top of her.
In the blink of an eye he was seated on her again and his hands were furiously
coiling rope around her wrists She struggled and twisted but with his weight on
top of her she was firmly pinned down. In a few short seconds her hands were
bound together and he tied them to the top of the bed.
Sharon lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. Ronald was taking a shower and
she was left to stare at the ceiling. After her wrist her ankles had also been
bound and a sev- eral strips of tape had been slapped onto her mouth. Again she
tested the restraints but it was no use, she wasn't going anywhere. She looked
the room over. It was pretty normal looking, just an average room in an average
house. There were no signs of obvious opu- lence but neither was the owner of
the house poor. Just average. She tried looking up at her bound hands but the
fan was blocking her view. The rope was biting into her skin and already her
hands were becoming numb as the circulation was cut off.
Her struggles were only making it worse and she stopped. She was still wearing
her Mardi Gras costume and the plug in her anus was making her very
uncomfortable. She was ly- ing in the short, stubby base of her tail and the
pressure was forcing the dildo deeper into her aching rear. The big fan in her
back was framing her face and it hindered her view to the sides.
She heard the shower being turned off and Ronald moving around in the bathroom.
After several minutes he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped
around his waist. He sat down next to her and rested the palm of his hand on
her stomach.
"Shall we see what Santa has brought me for Christmas?" he said and reached
behind her head to remove the mask over her eyes. He pulled it over her head
and placed it to one side. The broach on her nose had been becoming
uncomfortable and she was grateful to be rid off it.
"Ooooh. Yes please! Thanks Santa." said Ronald, obviously delighted with his
prize. He rubbed his finger over the bridge of her nose and smiled at her.
Obviously this was all a big game to him. This just didn't feel right. Was this
him not? He wasn't acting like she'd expected he would.
"Now let's see what the rest of you looks like shall we?" he said as he rubbed
his palms up and down her flanks.
He rolled her over onto her stomach and inspected the broaches on her back. He
started tugging at the fan but it was firmly stuck in place.
Why was he acting like this? It was as if he didn't know that the broach
couldn't be re- moved. For several minutes he tried to get rid of the costume
during which he regularly tugged and moved at her tail.
Finally he turned her back over and sat staring at her.
"How do you take this thing off?" he said in a low voice. Obviously he wasn't
amused any more. He pulled the tape from her mouth and waited for her to
answer. She was now cer- tain this wasn't him and it made her heart freeze.
"Answer me bitch!" he shouted, slapping her viciously through the face.
Immediately the tears started flowing and she cringed away form him.
"You can't." she whispered. "It won't come off until four o'clock." She'd hardly
uttered the words when he slapped her again.
"Don't you ever tell me I can't! I'll do what I like. Is that clear? Do we
understand each other?" he said in a strained, angry voice. She just nodded as
the tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Now. One more time. How do I take the costume off?" he said. How could she
answer him? She just nodded her head from side to side and tried to get further
away from him.
"I don't know. I don't know." she whispered, waiting for the blow to fall. He
just sat there with his mouth hanging open.
"You really can't take it off can you?" he said, his voice filled with awe.
Again she nodded no.
"Tell me what's going on here." he said.
"I can't - he'll kill me!" she pleaded. "I'm not supposed to tell anybody about
it."
"Him? I thought you said you were alone." he replied and she could hear that he
was get- ting angry again.
"I was. I am. Please - you don't understand!" she said in a pleading voice.
"THEN TELL ME for fucks sake!" he shouted.
"I can't! Please! he'll kill me I swear he'll kill me!" she sobbed, desperate
for him to under- stand. Suddenly his hands were around her neck as he pulled
her face and shoulders up towards him.
"Lady. Right now who do you think you should be more afraid of?" he hissed
between his clenched jaws.
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Sharon lay sobbing into the crook of her arm. Her mouth was once again covered
by tape and she was still bound to the bed. Ronald was standing at the dresser,
talking on the phone.
"Mark? This is Joe.
Yes I know exactly what time it is but I needed to speak to you.
Hmm?
Yes, I'm still on leave.
No the house is fine, everything's ship-shape.
Yeah - I got a slight problem down here. I decided to grab myself a little toy
to play with...
Yeah, I know but it was a spur of the moment thing.
No.
No.
Mark I'm not an amateur you know, of course I was careful.
No I'm not being hunted - I doubt anybody even know she'd gone.
Yeah.
No.
Yeah, you should see this one. Man oh man!
Oh yes - you know those belts we sometimes put on the girls?
Yeah those. Well turns out she'd wearing something similar.
No.
No.
No not one of those either, I've never seen anything like it. It's really weird.
It's a full body kind of model.
No, it's all one big unit.
Yeah - can you believe it? Just my luck. Can you ask the boys if they've ever
come across anything like it?
Sure.
Sure.
No, not like that either.
No, it's smooth, no locks or knobs or anything.
Jeesh Mark, that's why I'm phoning you.
No, she claims she simply woke up one morning and there it was, been wearing it
ever since.
Yeah I know but I believe her, by now she knows better than to fuck with me.
Well, try to imagine a speedo costume with a high neck.
Yeah - It's wacky.
I know.
Jeesh don't you know it! Here I was looking forward to a nice night of
gymnastics and I'm stuck with this.
No, she's seen my face, it's too late.
Fuck you Mark - I told you it was spur of the moment...
Yes I'm worried about that as well but how would he find her? No I wasn't
followed, what do you take me for?
Ok.
Ok.
Yeah thanks. Speak to you later?
Bye."
Ronald / Joe put the phone down and walked back to the bed.
"Two more hours to go and then we'll see won't we?" he said as he looked on his
watch. "You'd better not be fucking me around or I'll make your life a misery
ok?"
She could just nod.
"Now you said it came with a control box thingy?"
She nodded.
"Where is it? At the hotel?"
Again she nodded.
"Hmmm. And you're supposed to wear that come hell or high water or else you get
shocked?"
Nod.
"So why haven't you been shocked yet?"
She looked down at the costume and than at his watch.
"Hmmm. That makes sense. So you think you'll be shocked if you don't plug it in
after four?"
She shrugged - how should she know?
"Fuck, this whole situation is screwed up." he said and sat down on the bed. His
hands stroked the inside of her thigh as he looked at her body.
"It would be a crying shame to have you die on me before I've even tasted your
fruits." he said as his hand played with the smooth skin next to her dome.
"You sure there's no way of getting rid of the suit? I got some tools in the
garage you know."
She just sighed and nodded no.
"Damn. This is fucking frustrating. I guess I'll have to go fetch the bloody
thing then."
He left the room for a moment and returned with a piece of paper and a pen.
Again he sat down next to her and painfully ripped the tape form her mouth.
"What hotel?" he simply said, poised to write.
"The Holiday-Inn. Room 403."
"OK. I should be able to make it there and back in time. You need to potty or
something before I go?"
She nodded again, her bladder was almost bursting. Besides, he might slip up and
she'd get a chance to escape.
"Don't get any ideas. Any trouble and I'll beat you senseless ok?" he said,
reading her mind.
He rolled her over onto her stomach and sat down on her back. Using the rest of
the rope he criss-crossed her chest with several loops of rope before tying it
off. He bent over, and while using his weight to keep her subdued, untied her
hands. Before she had time to re- act he'd bent both arms behind her back and
tied her wrists to the ropes. Her arms was pulled high up her back with her
wrists crossed over. He used the rope from the bed to pin her arms to her side,
completely immobilizing her arms and hands.
Rising from the bed he untied her feet and helped her up. Using the rope that
has been around her ankles he quickly made a leash and placed it over her head.
He led her to the bathroom by the leash and helped her down onto the toilet.
The tail was in the way and he had to reach over and brush it aside for her.
"How do you piss through all of that?"
"I don't know. The suit's got holes at the bottom, maybe the costume will have
them as well." she replied, curious herself. If it didn't she was going to make
a right royal mess. She waited for Joe to give her some privacy but he just
stood there, firmly holding onto her leash.
She breathed deeply and tried her best to relax. With a start she realized that
the brushes on her nipples had stopped and she tried to remember when last
she'd felt them. The dis- traction was enough to forget about the butt plug and
suddenly the urine started flowing. She couldn't see it but she wasn't getting
wet so it seemed to be ok.
"Will you look at that!" said Joe. She gave him a questioning look.
"It's coming out of that panty you're wearing. Right in the middle, as if it
wasn't even there." he said, awestruck.
She was soon done and her helped her up. He used some toilet paper to make sure
she was dry and then led her back to the bedroom. He indicated for her to get
back onto the bed and she lay down on her stomach. He gave her a firm push and
she was forced to roll over onto her back.
He let go of the leash and walked down to her feet. She'd expected to be tied in
the same way as she'd been before but this time he spread her ankles wide,
tying them to the cor- ners of the bed. She didn't like having her legs spread
open like that, it made her feel very vulnerable but she thought better of
complaining. He walked up to the head of the bed and tied her leash to the
frame. She had very little slack and any struggling would cause her to choke on
the leash.
Finally he stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth and covered it with tape. She'd
thought he was done but instead he sat down next to her and stroked her legs.
"You know. Whomever this bloke is he knows how to make you look good." He found
her tail sticking out from between her legs and he gave it a playful yank. She
couldn't prevent a low grunt escaping and she refused to look into his eyes.
"Just look at this tail for example. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. His
hand followed the tail as it went up between her legs and she moaned as his
fingers explored. Despite her best effort her body betrayed her and her cheeks
clenched onto his fingers.
"Whoa! Seems like you're coming around." he said, delighted with her reaction.
She blushed deeply and hid her face in the covers.
"Well." he said, giving her a sharp but friendly slap on her hip.
"Hopefully we'll be able to see to that need of yours in the near future. For
now however, I have to get going."
He stood up and left, closing the door behind him. A few moments later she heard
the car rumbling in the driveway and then departing. It gave a loud growl and
drove off into the night.
She was left alone in the dark, quiet house, her only companions her dreams and
the slowly spreading heat of his palm-print on her hip.
