Message-ID: <11502eli$9805221916@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Don Quixote Subject: (Don Quixote) "The Suit : Chapter XV" ( bd Mf) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980521174418.16819.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> WARNING -WARNING This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you are not of an legal age to view such text DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Sensitive readers or readers that has religious or moral objections to sexually explicit material, Bondage, BDSM and or Sado Masochism are warned not to read the following text. The author will not take responsibility for any emotional, psychological, physical or other distress, damage or harm that may be that result of reading this text. Readers that live in countries where text of an explicit nature is forbidden read this text at their own discretion and of their own accord. The following text and characters are fictional and in no way reflects any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life is purely co-incidental. The author retains ownership of the following material and grants the reader the right to freely distribute and re-produce the material only under the following circumstances: a) That said distribution is not in any way of financial interest to the distributor. THE SUIT 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 curious. 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 approached 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 tormented 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 struggled 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 slid 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 nothing 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 release. 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 a 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 outfits. Short skirts, high heels, stockings and a bodysuit. Tonight she was to go whilst wearing 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 synthetic 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 were stiff and she was reminded of the first few weeks in the suit. The foreign object between 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 arrive 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 different! 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 shaking 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 movement 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 exterior 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 exited 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 laughing 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 brushed had stopped. That’s when her body would fill the sudden void with hard throbbing, her nipples screaming for the delicious 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 surprise he pulled her back firmly. “I’m sorry Andrew, I can’t do this.” she said, stepping back form 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 unfulfilled 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 indeed 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 I 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. ---------------- All the previous Articles are now available via the ASSM Archive. Look for them at: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ Please note: This story is a work in progress and may change completely with the passage of time. Please let me know what you think (like most authors I feel like a parent releasing his baby to the world). Encouragement and ideas would be most welcome. Contact me at D_Quixote@Yahoo.Com Don Quixote == ____________________________________________________ Just erotic. Nothing kinky. 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