Chapter XXV
Sharon was way too shocked to say anything comprehensible. Instead she just lay
there blinking her eyes while her mind did summersaults in an attempt to come
to grips with this new surprise. This is it! I'm finally here! Oh God - what's
going to happen to me? How did I get here? Where is here? What is his name? He
won't hurt me will he? Can I trust him? What's he like? Will he take the suit
off? The last thought thundered through her head like a thunderbolt, yanking
her back to reality. Ignoring the bowl of soup she quickly lifted the covers
and peeked down at her breasts. With a disappointed groan she dropped the cov-
ers back onto her shiny, hard breasts. She looked back down at the bowl and
shook her head, the groan had reminded her that swallowing would be a painful
ordeal. As she tried to sit up she discovered her ankles had been bound
together by something hard and heavy, probably iron manacles of some kind. She
was forced to use both legs at the same time to push herself upright. He helped
her by positioning some pillows behind her back and she settled down.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, sitting down again. She gently touched an
aching spot at the back of her head and discovered that her head was covered
with a bandage. "That was quite a knock you took. I'm surprised you didn't
crack your skull." Instead of answer- ing she just looked him over. He was
definitely the man from the club that has disap- peared before she could
confront him. He was still as tall as she'd remembered with big hands and feet.
His arms and shoulders were broad and powerful, tapering down to a pleasantly
thin waist and hips. His skin had a healthy tan and his jet-black hair looked
shiny and clean. He had a handsome face with a strong nose and prominent, square
chin. As he moved his body rippled and flowed with a supple, confident grace
that she sus- pected came from years of dancing or martial arts. Everything
about him spoke of wealth and confidence and power. He was exactly the kind of
man she'd imagine in her dreams. The only thing that she didn't like was his
eyes. His eyes were steel gray and hard. There was something disconcerting
about the way his eyes seemed to glare into her very soul without giving
anything back. The smile on his face didn't seem to reach his eyes and she felt
a quick shudder go up her back. His eyes suggested dark secrets and deep,
danger- ous thoughts. He was the kind of man you could sleep next to for years
and still you would know nothing about him.
It took a few tries before she could get her voice to work. As it was her voice
sounded weak and scratchy. "Where am I?" she asked. "At my place." He said,
ducking the ques- tion. Obviously he didn't want to go into details. She tried a
different approach. "And you are?" "My name is David." "You made the suit
didn't you?" He nodded yes. "Why?" she asked. "Now is not the time to discuss
it." He said, rising out of the chair. "Please make yourself comfortable. I'll
be back to look in on you a little later." "Where are you going?" she asked,
the panic rising in her voice. He ignored her and headed for the door. "Why did
you do this to me! Who are you? What do you want!" she cried as he walked out.
With a faint click the door closed behind him and once again she was alone. For
a long while she sat staring at the door, the thoughts and visions racing
through her head. After a while the dam finally broke and she started sobbing
into her arms. All the fear and stress of the last couple of days came flooding
out in a torrent of emotion and her body shook as the sobs racked her body.
After a long crying session she felt much better and refreshed. Her cheeks were
streaked with her tears and she wiped her eyes with the back of her arm. She
decided she felt strong enough to get out of bed so she pulled the covers to
one side and swung her legs over the side. The first thing she noticed was the
thin plastic pipe running from between her legs down the side of the bed. She
peeked under the bed and discovered that the pipe went into the top of a glass
bottle. The bottle was filled with a golden liquid and she real- ized it was her
urine. The pipe was fixed to her crotch with a small rubber plug and she pulled
it out easily. Wrinkling her nose in disgust she dropped the pipe next to the
bottle and focused her attention on her ankles. As she'd suspected they were
held in the firm embrace of a set of shiny, sturdy manacles. The manacles were
connected to each other by a single chain link, allowing her very little
movement. The sight of the shiny, smooth manacles had the unexpected effect of
making her horny. Sharon sighed at herself, it seems even in the darkest, most
desperate situations couldn't suppress her body's kinky instinct to come to the
fore. Fastidiously ignoring her body's erotic demands for attention she slowly
rose to her feet and stood next to the bed. The combined effect of the bump on
her head and her bound ankles made her sway alarmingly and she held onto one of
the bed's posts for support. After regaining enough of her composure and
courage she took a small, tentative hop away from the bed. She immediately
regretted it as her head started throbbing furiously from the slight movement.
She waited for the pounding and nausea to abate before she continued. Rather
than trying to hop she opted for a slow shuffle in the direction she wanted to
go. She had to concentrate hard on keeping her balance and by the time she'd
reached the window she was sweating profusely and her head was pound- ing like a
sledgehammer. She rested by sitting down on the windowsill and examined her
surroundings.
The house was built in the modern style and she noticed the painted metal pipes
and iron beams supporting the roof over her head. Even though the room had been
artfully done in soft colors, the classical furniture seemed slightly out of
place in the modern setting they were standing in. The room, and she suspected
the rest of the house, had the strong, masculine feel of its owner. She looked
out of the window and was surprised to discover that she was in a second story
room. Her mind made a slight adjustment and she realized that the house had to
be even bigger than what she'd imagined. There was a large lawn with a pool and
clubhouse in one corner. A tall white wall that separated it from a lush green
valley ringed the property.
Sharon lay on the bed, staring at its canopy. There wasn't any clock in the room
and Joe had made off with her wristwatch so she had no idea what time it was.
She felt certain that hours must've passed since David had left her alone and
she was very bored and frus- trated. She'd already inspected every nook and
cranny of her quarters and there was nothing left for her to do. As she'd
suspected her room was locked and the only place she could go was into her on-
suite bathroom. She'd already taken a bath so there was noth- ing interesting
for her there either. Her room had several closets and even a dressing ta- ble
but there were no clothes, just some make-up. She was still 'naked' and to calm
her frayed nerves she'd wrapped a large fluffy towel around her body. She
rubbed her throat and winced as her tender skin complained. She'd discovered a
large, swollen ring around her neck where the chain had bitten into her flesh
and her neck and throat still felt tender. While bathing she'd removed the
bandage from her head and inspected the wound. The skin was broken and she had
an ugly bump but she'd survive. She didn't have any clean dressing so she'd
decided to let the wound air out.
For the thousandth time that day she took a quick glance at the door. This
wasn't quite what she'd envisioned their meeting would be like. In her dreams
she was usually bound and captive, but never in a thousand years would she have
imagined him leaving her alone for hours on end. Wasn't he interested in his
prize? Didn't he want to play with his possession? Had she disappointed him in
some way? Sharon was no longer startled by these thoughts. The one thing that
the suit has taught her was to be honest with herself. There was no use in
denying her feelings. Yes she was afraid. Yes she was angry. Yes he had no
right. And yet... Sharon got an enormous fright as the door opened and David en-
tered. She blushed a crimson red and looked the other way - it was almost as if
he'd read her mind.
Even though she had the towel wrapped around her she still felt too naked for
comfort and she used the bedspread to cover herself. David grinned at her
actions but didn't do any- thing to stop her. He was carrying a tray with food
and set it down on a small table at the foot of the bed. "I trust your quarters
are satisfactory?" he asked, settling himself down in the usual chair. She
nodded in reply. "Anything you need?" he asked. "Some clothes would be nice."
She replied, still refusing to look him in the face. "Certainly. Arrangements
have already been made." He replied. "Anything else?" She looked down at her
bound ankles. They have been a bloody hindrance the whole day but as she sat
staring at their glistening metallic shine... She shook her head no. "Very
well. Then I suggest we have lunch. After that you and I had better have a long
chat." He said and started dishing up the food.
