Message-ID: <14963eli$9809030533@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Don Quixote Subject: (Don Quixote) The Suit : Chapter XXIV {Mf 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: <19980902123629.11907.rocketmail@send102.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 XXIV Sharon was just about to slip into that dreamy, carefree world of sleep when she was suddenly awakened by the sound of breaking glass. Joe had also heard the glass and as quick as a flash he was sitting upright in the bed, his whole body tensed and ready for action. Sharon struggled to sit up as well but Joe pushed her back down, signaling her to be quiet by pressing his finger on his lips. With the rag still in her mouth that was a command she found easy to obey. Joe quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the door. For several seconds he stood quietly by the door, listening for any further noises. When nothing happened he quietly slipped out of the door and into the dark house. Sharon lay staring at the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her heart was beating in her throat. Without even thinking about it her hands were quietly twisting inside their rope prisons. Never had she felt so vulnerable. With her hands bound and her body anchored to the bed she was at the complete mercy of fate and whatever surprises it had in store for her. For an eternity there was complete silence in the house. She craned her neck and stared at the door in morbid fascination, not daring to move a muscle. Suddenly two bright flashes came from the door as shots rang out. The enormous sound reverberated through the house and she screamed hard into the gag in shock. Without even thinking she rolled away from the sound and right off the bed, hitting the floor with a stunning blow. Still woozy with fear and shock she lay on her stomach next to the bed, her chest working furiously to draw much needed oxygen into her lungs. The room started spinning and a part of her realized that she was hyperventilating. She lay her forehead down on the carpet and tried her best to regulate her breathing. As she lay on the floor she tried to imagine what was going on. Her ears were still ringing from the loud bark of the gunshots and were of no use to her. She tried looking under the bed to the door but the bedspread was in her way and she couldn’t see a thing. Her nose twitched as she registered a familiar but unpleasant odor and with a disgusted groan she realized she’d pissed herself. Too afraid to move she lay still in the puddle of urine and tried to figure out what to do next. Joe hadn’t had a pistol with him when he’s left and she had to assume it was an intruder that had fired the shots. Who could it be? Could it be Him? Her heart started to flutter as the thought raced through her mind. Surely it had to be Him? He’d gone to a lot of trouble to make her his, didn’t it made sense for him to want to claim her back? Yes but what if it wasn’t him? What if it was just some common burglar? Some big, evil, burly man that would find her bound and powerless…. Or could be one of Joe’s ‘associates’? Surely a man in his business would have a lot of enemies? No! It had to be Him! It had to be! How could it be Him? She didn’t even know where she was – how would … Suddenly her ears picked up the noise of somebody quietly creeping into the room. Instantly her body tensed and she grew cold with dread. She tried to be as quiet as possible but she swore the whole world could hear her heart thumping in her chest. Maybe he won’t see me! The noise quietly moved to the other side of the bed and stood still. She tried to hide herself behind the bed and quietly drew her legs up to hide them away. She was lying on her side and her elbow was painfully squeezed under the weight of her body. She lay staring up at the rim of the bed, dreading the sight of a stranger’s head popping over the side at any moment. Her elbow was really aching as she wished she could roll over to relieve the strain, but she dared not move with him so close to her. After another eternity she heard him turn around and walk back to the door. You’re losing him! He’s getting away! Her mind kept screaming but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. She felt like a deer caught in the glare of the headlamps, too stunned and scared to move. As the footsteps quietly left the room she rolled over onto her side to get her weight off her elbow. She almost fainted in shock as the chain clinked loudly with her movements. Normally it would have been little more than a quiet tinkling but in the quiet, charged atmosphere of the night it sounded like the bells of St. Peter’s cathedral. She screamed into the gag as she heard the footsteps rushing back and her survival instincts took over. Her mind wasn’t even thinking as she quickly burrowed in under the bed, the only hiding place she could find on such short notice. By the time the intruder reached her side of the bed she had crawled all the way into the narrow space and was completely hidden from view. She couldn’t see behind her but she could feel him standing there. Suddenly she heard a motion behind her and a strong hand gripped firmly around her ankle. Again she screamed and she started kicking with her other foot. Fighting like a wildcat she kicked and screamed as her body was slowly dragged out from under the bed. She was pulled out into the open and her legs dropped. Turning onto her back she stared up at her assailant, her mind almost frozen with fear. It was definitely a man but that was about all she could discover. From head to toe he was dressed in black and his face was covered by a ski mask. From her perspective on the ground he seemed to be a giant and his size made her even more afraid. He held his arms up in a gesture of peace and gave her time to calm down. After several minutes of staring at each other he slowly lowered his hands and stepped closer to her. She panicked and her foot lashed out, hitting him squarely on the groin. He groaned loudly and toppled over like a tall tree, clutching his privates in pain. With difficulty she scrambled to her feet and made a rush for the door, the panic and fear driving her instinct to flee. She had made it almost all the way down the passage before the chain decided she’d gone far enough and stopped her in her tracks. Her head and neck was forced to make a sudden stop as the rest of her body continued its motion, her feet literally running themselves out from under her body. She just had time to register a blinding pain from her throat before her body fell backwards and her head hit the floor with a loud crack. Her mind was trying to tell her that she wasn’t getting any oxygen through her crushed throat but a warm, dark cloud overtook her senses and she slipped into oblivion. Sharon slowly drifted up to the light. As she got closer she began to register pain and her mind paused. She didn’t want to go to the light – it meant pain and fear and discomfort. For a long while she just hovered there, not conscious but not asleep either. Something was urging her to wake up but her mind resisted, it was warm and peaceful down here. The impulse was too great and slowly she opened her eyes. “Ughgnn!” said her body to her mind. It felt as if every part of her body was throbbing with pain, not the least of which the spot at the back of her head. She closed her eyes again. “What happened?” Her mind asked. “How should I know? That’s your department” Replied her body. “Oh and by the way – you need to find a toilet, now!” Suddenly her memory kicked in and she sat up in bed, her eyes wide with fear. “That was a mistake!” said her body as the blackness folded over her. “Shall we try that again?” said her mind a while later. “No need to.” Replied the body “It’s been taken care of.” “But I thought we needed to find a toilet.” Said her mind. “As I said – it’s been taken car of.” Said her body. Her mind wrinkled her nose and made a face. A while later her body spoke again. “Hey – somebody’s shaking our arm.” “Tell them to go away – we don’t want any.” Said her mind, giggling to herself. Body didn’t get it. “It might be important.” It replied. “It would mean waking up you know.” Her body thought this over for a while – waking up didn’t sound like such a good idea. “Yeah – but we need to roll over anyway, our back’s gone numb.” “Oh alright” said her mind with a resigned look on it’s face. Sharon’s eyelids fluttered a few times as she slowly woke up. She was lying on her back in a large canopy bed, the crisp clean linen tucked in under her body. The bed was in a large room with plush carpeting and expensive furniture. Bright morning sunlight was streaming through the windows. The whole room was artfully decorated in soft pastel colors, everything from the lush carpet to the expensive wallpaper was color coordinated to create a pleasant flowing effect. The room smelled of new linen and old varnished wood. Sitting in a chair next to her was a man, a friendly smile on his face. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the stranger from the nightclub and she almost fainted again. He reached out to a small table next to him and carefully brought a bowl of soup to her side. “Hungry?” he asked, the smile still on his face. ---------------- 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 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----