Message-ID: <13256eli$9807211547@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Don Quixote Subject: {Don Quixote} "The Suit : Chapter IXX" (Mf bd nc) 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: <19980721135153.15421.rocketmail@send101.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 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 obviously 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 movement 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 dancing 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 stimulation 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 stimulation 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. Somebody 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 enormous 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 dripping 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 forwards. 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. “The 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 fingers. 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 immediately 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 pretended 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 herself 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 returned. 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 hugging 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 persons 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 abducted 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 destination. 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. ---------------- 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 E-Mail : D_Quixote@Yahoo.Com Chat : AOL Instant Messenger - D Quix Don Quixote _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----