Message-ID: <190.repost$980809050153@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Don Quixote Subject: (Don Quixote) "The Suit : Chapter XXI" {Mf bd} 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: <19980806152510.18486.rocketmail@send1e.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 XXI It was pitch dark and she couldn’t see a thing but she could hear them. They were out there, waiting for her. She didn’t want to do this but now it was too late to change her mind. Suddenly the giant doors to the hanger were opened and the sunlight burst inside, blinding her. The elephant started moving forward and she instinctively covered herself. How could she have agreed to this? How had they managed to talk her into this? Her eyes were becoming used to the sunlight and she blushed as she realized just how many people there were. She inspected the giant birdcage but there was absolutely no way she could get out. The cage was mounted on the back of the elephant and she was stuck inside. She had to hold onto the bars as the elephant rocked from side to side. Suddenly a booming voice started speaking over the PA system. “And here she comes ladies and gentlemen. It is our pleasure to present to you the Carnival Queen!” She blushed even redder and looked for a place to hide her face. The crowds had turned out in full force to see this spectacle and they were enjoying every moment of it. She sat down the crossbar in the cage, careful not to rest her weight on the tail of her costume. “This lovely young lady has agreed to be auctioned in our charity auction! Can we have a hand for the lovely Sharon!” The crowds burst out in cheers and she gave a shy, tentative wave at the masses. She was feeling nauseous and weak from all the attention and she just prayed it would be over soon. “Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!” Boomed the voice. “The winning bidder will win this lovely young lady to keep as his own, personal, love-slave forever!” What? No! That wasn’t right! She’d agreed to a single date with whoever won the highest bid! What was the idiot talking about? “That’s right ladies and gentlemen. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to legally own your very own love slave!” She jumped up and pressed her body against the cold bars. “No! No that’s wrong! That’s not what I agreed to!” she shouted but the crowd was so loud she couldn’t make herself heard. “Listen to me! That’s not right! Let me out of here!” Nobody could hear her. The band was playing, the crowds cheering and the crackers exploding. Her little voice stood no chance against such an onslaught of noise. The elephant stopped in front of a platform and she could see the announcer with the mike in his hand. They would have to let her down and then she would make herself heard. “Ladies and gentlemen! Could everybody that’s interested in taking part please step closer to the podium so that I can see you. Thank You, Thank You.” Suddenly the cage shook and she thought the elephant had moved but as she looked up she saw that they had attached a hook to the top of the cage. Screaming and protesting she was hoisted higher into the air for everybody to inspect. With the elephant gone she had only a few thin bars to stand on and she realized that the crowd could inspect every inch of her body. She had nowhere to hide, nowhere to turn to escape the upturned faces. “Ladies and Gentlemen! The bidding will now start. Shall we begin at a hundred thousand dollars?” “Two, I’ve got two, three, three, four, I’ve got four hundred thousand dollars.” This couldn’t be happening! What were they doing! “Six, six, seven, seven hundred thousand dollars! Eight! I have eight!” This was insane! Where were the cops! “I have one million dollars! Ladies and gentlemen I have One Million Dollars!” She looked down at the crowd. How could they be doing this to her! “I have one million dollars. One million dollars from the man in the Zorro costume.” “NO!” she shouted as panic overtook her. “Not him! Don’t let him win the bid! Please no!” “Going once! Going Twice! No more bidders for this lovely lady? Come on ladies and gentlemen just look at her! Nobody? Anybody? Going three times! Last chance! No? SOLD!” Sharon woke up from the noise of an approaching motorcar. She was stiff and uncomfortable and tried to stretch as best she could. Lying on her arms had made them numb and sore. A few minutes later Joe walked into the room carrying her suitcases. “Hi honey - I’m home.” he said and sat down next to her. As was now customary his hand immediately went to rest on her thigh. “Things went well, I think I got all your things. How much time is left?” He said looking at his watch. “Hmm. Ten past four. It would seem I’m a bit late. I take it nothing’s happened yet?” She nodded no. “Wasn’t the costume supposed to come off by now?” he said, his voice lowering. All she could do was shrug. He reached behind her and tugged at the clasp on her back. It was still firmly stuck. He gave her look that clearly told of his displeasure. After several tense minutes he reached over and ripped the tape from her mouth. “Well? What now?” he said, waiting for her to explain. “I swear I don’t know. The letter said that I should wait for eight hours to pass before I went back to the hotel. That’s all I know.” she said, her voice pleading. “I brought all the papers with me. Let’s have a look shall we?” He said and his voice warned that she’d better be telling the truth. He reached down and drew a bunch of papers from the side pocket of one of her suitcases. He started examining the documents. “Hmm. Airline tickets. Hotel brochure. Ah .. Dear Sharon. Blah blah blah blah. Sharon Suiter huh? I take it that’s not your real surname?” She nodded no. He dropped the letter and examined the next one. “Hmmm. This seems to be it.” he said as he read. “Not very chatty is he?” he finally said and put the letter down. Again he tested the clasp but it was to no avail. “Maybe you’re supposed to plug the control box in?” she suggested. He searched her suitcase and found the box. “This it?” he asked holding it for her to see. She nodded “Fascinating.” he said as he examined the box. He plugged the box into the wall socket and held the triangle in his hand. “Where’s this suppose to go?” He said, still looking at the triangle. “It plugs in at... oh. I forgot.” She said, blushing. “What?” “The costume’s in the way. It’s supposed to plug into the bottom of the suit.” They both looked down at costume covering her hips. “Any other brilliant ideas?” he said angrily. She shrugged. He was not at all impressed. “You could take me back to the hotel.” “Yeah. Right.” he replied and stormed out of the room. She could hear him banging doors and going on in what sounded like the kitchen. The ligaments in her arms and shoulders were complaining and she tried moving them to get the circulation going. The next moment she heard two faint clicks and she froze. “Hey! HEY! I think it’s open now!” she shouted at the door. Joe came storming back into the room and bent over her body. He pulled at the clasp and this time it opened. “Well. Isn’t that a coincidence.” he said, looking at her suspiciously. “I leave the room for a second and the costume magically opens up.” “I swear I didn’t do a thing. It just suddenly clicked open.” “Hmmm.” he said, still suspicious. He pulled at the panty and that also opened up. He quickly untied her collar and helped her to sit up. Too late she remembered the plug and all her weight bore down on her anus. Her spread legs made it even worse and she moaned loudly. “What’s with you?’ he asked as she flopped back down. She blushed and looked away. “What?” he said, his patience running out. “The ughm. There’s a uhm. The tail you see.” she stuttered and blushed even redder. He took the tail and jiggled it around, trying to discover what she was on about. She groaned and lifted her hips into the air, trying to get away from the torment. He was beginning to suspect the truth and again he jiggled her tail. She moaned louder and tried to roll away, only to be stopped by her bound ankles. “Please, please. Don’t do that.” she moaned, refusing to look into his grinning face. “Well now. What have we here? Is there something you haven’t told Sharon?” he said, very amused by his discovery. He jiggled again and she moaned even louder. “Please don’t. Please.” For several more minutes he continued tormenting her, his eyes never leaving her body as she squirmed and rolled to get away from the plug. With a glint in his eyes he suddenly stopped and reached over to her chest. He took hold of the ropes crossing over her chest and pulled her torso up towards himself. Sharon gave a loud, pained groan as her weight bore down on her rear and the plug pushed in deeper. She tried to push herself back but Joe had a firm grip on her leash and he tied it off to the bed between her legs. She was forced to stay seated or she’d choke against the leash. Happy with his handiwork Joe sat himself down behind her and proceeded to untie her hands. As soon as her hands were free she pressed them down on the bed, trying to lift her weight off the plug. Her relief was short lived. Joe slipped the bra and choker combination from her shoulders and she was forced to lift her hands so that her arms could pass through the holes. He used the opportunity to remove her gloves as well and they joined the mask in the corner. With her chest free of the costume he took a moment to admire her body and the suit. He moved around to her front and tied her wrists together in front of her body. Satisfied that her wrist were securely bound he untied the leash and allowed her flop back onto the bed. Next he released her ankles and he removed the shoes. She held onto the head of the bed as he took a firm hold of the panty and pulled it down towards her ankles. She released a grateful sigh of relief as the dildo was pulled from her with a wet popping sound. The stockings were still attached to the panty and they peeled from her legs like dried paint. Finally free from the costume she lay still and enjoyed the freedom. Joe was momentarily distracted as he inspected the plug and she grabbed her chance. She was off the bed like a bat out of hell and heading straight for the door. She had little chance of making it but she knew she had to try. As her hands reached for the doorknob she was suddenly and violently jerked back by the leash around her neck. Joe had immediately reacted and had managed to grab hold of the leash just in time. Sharon fell onto her back and started heaving to get the air back into her lungs. She was seeing starts from the whiplash and her whole body was limp as Joe picked her up and flung her back onto the bed. While she was recovering he took the time to quickly wrap the ropes around her chest again. This time he lifted her arms over her head and bent her elbows back so that he could bind her wrists to the ropes between her shoulder blades. He pulled them so far back that her elbows were next to her ears and the ligaments in her chest were straining. Next he quickly bound her ankles together and then onto the end of the bed. By the time Sharon had recovered she was completely powerless to offer any resistance. All she could do was blink and open her mouth as he quickly stuffed it with the rag and taped it shut. Finally he tied the leash to the top of the bed and sat down. This time the leash was long, giving her lots of slack. “Well now. Wasn’t that exiting?” said Joe as he inspected his prize. Sharon refused to even look at him. “Awww. Are we pouting? Are we giving me the cold shoulder?” His voice was mocking her. She shot him a look that could curdle milk. “Oooh. And here I thought we were going to be friends.” Suddenly his voice turned menacing. “You’d better make the most of out quality time together bitch. When we’re done having fun you’re going to meet some of my associates. They’re not nearly as nice as I am.” The words made her blood freeze and she closed her eyes in fear. They flew open again as she felt his hands on her hips. He pulled her body down until the leash was just beginning to tighten. He straddled her legs and tapped the inside of her thighs. “Open sesame.” he said, his voice playful again. For a second she paused but the look he shot warned her off. Reluctantly she opened up, drawing her ankles up until they also reached the end of their tether. He sat down in the circle made by her legs and admired her body. His hands flowed over the smooth contours of the suit, carefully inspecting every inch of its smooth surface. He paid particular attention to the dome covering her sex and the three little holes. Sharon closed her eyes and tried to ignore what was going on but it was impossible. The warm, intimate heat of his body pressing against her thighs and the sensual friction of his hands were making her insane. She caught her hands twitching and staining against the ropes and she had to clench her jaw to keep still. His hands moved away from the suit and onto her inner thighs and hips. “You say you’ve been wearing this thing for almost a year?” he suddenly said, and her eyes flew open. “You must be really aching for a fuck by now!” She blushed and looked the other way, trying her best to ignore his stroking hands. Suddenly he rolled to one side and flipped her over. This time he was seated next to her as he inspected her backside. “I can honestly say that you have the cutest butt I’ve seen in my life.” he said as much for her benefit as for his own. Both his hands took a firm hold of her rear and squeezed them hard. The treatment sent the sparks flying and she pressed her face into the pillow in frustration. He gave her back the same thorough inspection he’d given her front, his hands and eyes covering every inch. Finally he’d seen enough and he climbed off the bed. “Well honey - It’s been a long day. I think it’s time to catch some shut-eye, don’t you?” he said yawning. He pulled the bed covers out from under her and covered her body with it. Tucking a pillow under her head he made sure she was comfortable and headed for the door. He was about to switch the light off when he suddenly remembered something. Returning to her side he quickly fixed the triangle in place and returned to the door. She’d hoped he’d leave her in peace but instead he switched the light off and returned to bed. He quickly stripped in the dark and got into bed with her. She tried her best to ignore him but he slided over, turned her over so that she was facing him, and wrapped his limbs around her. Within a surprisingly short time his breathing became deep and relaxed and she knew he was fast asleep. It took her much longer before exhaustion could suppress the hundreds of sensual signals coming from all over her body. ---------------- All the previous Articles are now available at my homepage. Check out http://members.theglobe.com/D_Quixote 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 == ____________________________________________________ Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken. - Terry Pratchett, ERIC. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----