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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.

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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
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Don Quixote





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