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THE SUIT

 Chapter XX

The key turned and bright light came rushing in as the boot was
opened. Sharon ignored the painful stab of light and sprung forwards.
She kept her head down and hit the half-open lid with her shoulder and
back. There was a loud groan as the outside edge of the boot hit
Ronald in the midriff. Sharon tried jumping out of the boot but she’d
forgotten the high heels and the fan on her back. She tumbled out of
the car like a sack of potatoes and hit the ground on her side. Ronald
was winded and stunned but by no means out. He was standing bent over,
his arms circling his waist defensively as he tried to get his breath
back. Sharon tried desperately to get to her feet but her legs were
still rubbery and her high heels kept toppling over. Ronald was
already taking a few shaky steps in her direction and she crawled
around the side of the car on her hands and feet. If she could get
away from the bright lights surrounding the house she might have a
chance of getting away. She gave a giant shout of frustration and
finally managed to get to her feet and start running. She had hardly
given three steps when her lips suddenly formed a large O and her eyes
grew as wide as saucers. Ronald had managed to grab hold of the very
tip of her tail and the dildo had slammed into her anus like a
jack-hammer. She almost fainted as erotic firecrackers of pain
exploded up her spine and her legs folded beneath her. She sat
crouched down on her haunches and waited for the world to stop
spinning. A second or so later she managed to look around and she saw
Ronald at the side of the car. He had her tail in one hand while the
other pushed against the car for support. Even though he was still
recovering from the blow his eyes were already livid with rage. Sharon
panicked as she saw his eyes and grabbed at her tail. She tried to
yank herself free but he pulled back sharply and again the dildo
caused havoc with her anus. In two short steps he was by her side and
he grabbed hold of her wrist. Bending her arm up her back he forced
her to stand up and start walking towards the house. She was fighting
him all the way and the tears rolled down her face as her heels tried
desperately to dig in. With his right hand still holding her arm bent
behind her back he pushed her along wordlessly. She tried to whirl
around out of his grasp but he suddenly grabbed hold of the base of
her tail and instantly she was as tame as a lamb. Without any further
incident she was marched off to the house.

Sharon was flung down on a large double bed in what she presumed was
the master bedroom. She barely had time to turn over onto her back
when he climbed onto the bed and sat down on top of her. His hands
pinned her wrists down next to her head and for several seconds they
just stared at each other. 
“What? No screaming? No shouting? No telling me what the cops are
going to do to me when they find out?” he said with a icy voice. She
just looked away and refused to respond.
“Are you scared stiff or what?” he sounded surprised that she wouldn’t
talk.
Still she refused to say anything.
“Maybe you’re not screaming because you don’t want to be saved? Maybe
you’re liking this too much?” he said. She gave him a look that could
strip the paper off the walls. Still puzzled he let go of her wrists
and leaned back. She used the opportunity to rub the tears out of her
eyes and rub her wrists where his rough hands had bruised them.
After several seconds during witch she refused to even look at him he
finally climbed from the bed. He turned his back and started rummaging
inside a cupboard. For a second she considered making a break for the
door but it would be hopeless, he was standing between her and the
door. Moments later he found what he was looking for and he returned
to her side. In his hand he held a coiled length of rope that was
rolled up into a large knot. She gave a desperate little grunt and
tried to fling herself out of his way but he was right on top of her.
In the blink of an eye he was seated on her again and his hands were
furiously coiling rope around her wrists She struggled and twisted but
with his weight on top of her she was firmly pinned down. In a few
short seconds her hands were bound together and he tied them to the
top of the bed.

Sharon lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. Ronald was taking a
shower and she was left to stare at the ceiling. After her wrist her
ankles had also been bound and a several strips of tape had been
slapped onto her mouth. Again she tested the restraints but it was no
use, she wasn’t going anywhere. She looked the room over. It was
pretty normal looking, just an average room in an average house. There
were no signs of obvious opulence but neither was the owner of the
house poor. Just average. She tried looking up at her bound hands but
the fan was blocking her view. The rope was biting into her skin and
already her hands were becoming numb as the circulation was cut off.
Her struggles were only making it worse and she stopped. She was still
wearing her Mardi Gras costume and the plug in her anus was making her
very uncomfortable. She was lying in the short, stubby base of her
tail and the pressure was forcing the dildo deeper into her aching
rear. The big fan in her back was framing her face and it hindered her
view to the sides.
She heard the shower being turned off and Ronald moving around in the
bathroom. After several minutes he came out of the bathroom wearing
only a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down next to her and
rested the palm of his hand on her stomach.
“Shall we see what Santa has brought me for Christmas?” he said and
reached behind her head to remove the mask over her eyes. He pulled it
over her head and placed it to one side. The broach on her nose had
been becoming uncomfortable and she was grateful to be rid off it.
“Ooooh. Yes please! Thanks Santa.” said Ronald, obviously delighted
with his prize. He rubbed his finger over the bridge of her nose and
smiled at her. Obviously this was all a big game to him. This just
didn’t feel right. Was this him not? He wasn’t acting like she’d
expected he would.
“No let’s see what the rest of you looks like shall we?” he said as he
rubbed his palms up and down her flanks.
He rolled her over onto her stomach and inspected the broaches on her
back. He started tugging at the fan but it was firmly stuck in place.
Why was he acting like this? It was as if he didn’t know that the
broach couldn’t be removed. For several minutes he tried to get rid of
the costume during which he regularly tugged and moved at her tail.
Finally he turned her back over and sat staring at her.
“How do you take this thing off?” he said in a low voice. Obviously he
wasn’t amused any more. He pulled the tape from her mouth and waited
for her to answer. She was now certain this wasn’t him and it made her
heart freeze.
“Answer me bitch!” he shouted, slapping her viciously through the
face. Immediately the tears started flowing and she cringed away form
him.
“You can’t.” she whispered. “It won’t come off until four o’clock.”
She’d hardly uttered the words when he slapped her again.
“Don’t you ever tell me I can’t! I’ll do what I like. Is that clear?
Do we understand each other?” he said in a strained, angry voice. She
just nodded as the tears flowed down her cheeks.
“Now. One more time. How do I take the costume off?” he said. How
could she answer him? She just nodded her head from side to side and
tried to get further away from him.
“I don’t know. I don’t know.” she whispered, waiting for the blow to
fall. He just sat there with his mouth hanging open.
“You really can’t take it off can you?” he said, his voice filled with
awe. Again she nodded no.
“Tell me what’s going on here.” he said. 
“I can’t - he’ll kill me!” she pleaded. “I’m not supposed to tell
anybody about it.”
“Him? I thought you said you were alone.” he replied and she could
hear that he was getting angry again.
“I was. I am. Please - you don’t understand!” she said in a pleading
voice.
“THEN TELL ME for fucks sake!” he shouted.
“I can’t! Please! he’ll kill me I swear he’ll kill me!” she sobbed,
desperate for him to understand. Suddenly his hands were around her
neck as he pulled her face and shoulders up towards him.
“Lady. Right now who do you think you should be more afraid of?” he
hissed between his clenched jaws.

Sharon lay sobbing into the crook of her arm. Her mouth was once again
covered by tape and she was still bound to the bed. Ronald was
standing at the dresser, talking on the phone.
“Mark? This is Joe. 
Yes I know exactly what time it is but I needed to speak to you. 
Hmm? 
Yes, I’m still on leave. 
No the house is fine, everything’s ship-shape. 
Yeah - I got a slight problem down here. I decided to grab myself a
little toy to play with... 
Yeah, I know but it was a spur of the moment thing. 
No. 
No.
Mark I’m not an amateur you know, of course I was careful. 
No I’m not being hunted - I doubt anybody even know she’d gone. 
Yeah. 
No. 
Yeah, you should see this one. Man oh man! 
Oh yes - you know those belts we sometimes put on the girls? 
Yeah those. Well turns out she’d wearing something similar. 
No. 
No. 
No not one of those either, I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s
really weird. It’s a full body kind of model. 
No, it’s all one big unit. 
Yeah - can you believe it? Just my luck. Can you ask the boys if
they’ve ever come across anything like it? 
Sure. 
Sure. 
No, not like that either. 
No, it’s smooth, no locks or knobs or anything. 
Jeesh Mark, that’s why I’m phoning you. 
No, she claims she simply woke up one morning and there it was, been
wearing it ever since. 
Yeah I know but I believe her, by now she knows better than to fuck
with me. 
Well, try to imagine a speedo costume with a high neck. 
Yeah - It’s wacky. 
I know. 
Jeesh don’t you know it! Here I was looking forward to a nice night of
gymnastics and I’m stuck with this. 
No, she’s seen my face, it’s too late. 
Fuck you Mark - I told you it was spur of the moment... 
Yes I’m worried about that as well but how would he find her? 
No I wasn’t followed, what do you take me for? 
Ok. 
Ok. 
Yeah thanks. Speak to you later? 
Bye.”
Ronald / Joe put the phone down and walked back to the bed. 
“Two more hours to go and then we’ll see won’t we?” he said as he
looked on his watch. “You’d better not be fucking me around or I’ll
make your life a misery ok?” 
She could just nod. 
“Now you said it came with a control box thingy?” 
She nodded.
“Where is it? At the hotel?”
Again she nodded.
“Hmmm. And you’re supposed to wear that come hell or high water or
else you get shocked?”
Nod.
“So why haven’t you been shocked yet?”
She looked down at the costume and than at his watch.
“Hmmm. That makes sense. So you think you’ll be shocked if you don’t
plug it in after four?”
She shrugged - how should she know?
“Fuck this whole situation is screwed up.” he said and sat down on the
bed. His hands stroked the inside of her thigh as he looked at her body.
“It would be a crying shame to have you die on me before I’ve even
tasted your fruits.” he said as his hand played with the smooth skin
next to her dome.
“You sure there’s no way of getting rid of the suit? I got some tools
in the garage you know.”
She just sighed and nodded no.
“Damn. This is fucking frustrating. I guess I’ll have to go fetch the
bloody thing then.”
He left the room for a moment and returned with a piece of paper and a
pen. Again he sat down next to her and painfully ripped the tape form
her mouth. 
“What hotel?” he simply said, poised to write.
“The Holiday-Inn. Room 403.”
“OK. I should be able to make it there and back in time. You need to
potty or something before I go?”
She nodded again, her bladder was almost bursting. Besides, he might
slip up and she’d get a chance to escape. 
“Don’t get any ideas. Any trouble and I’ll beat you senseless ok?” he
said, reading her mind.
He rolled her over onto her stomach and sat down on her back. Using
the rest of the rope he criss-crossed her chest with several loops of
rope before tying it off. He bent over, and while using his weight to
keep her subdued, untied her hands. Before she had time to react he’d
bent both arms behind her back and tied her wrists to the ropes. Her
arms was pulled high up her back with her wrists crossed over. He used
the rope from the bed to pin her arms to her side, completely
immobilizing her arms and hands.
Rising from the bed he untied her feet and helped her up. Using the
rope that has been around her ankles he quickly made a leash and
placed it over her head. He led her to the bathroom by the leash and
helped her down onto the toilet. The tail was in the way and he had to
reach over and brush it aside for her.
“How do you piss through all of that?”
“I don’t know. The suit’s got holes at the bottom, maybe the costume
will have them as well.” she replied, curious herself. If it didn’t
she was going to make a right royal mess. She waited for Joe to give
her some privacy but he just stood there, firmly holding onto her leash.
She breathed deeply and tried her best to relax. With a start she
realized that the brushes on her nipples had stopped and she tried to
remember when last she’d felt them. The distraction was enough to
forget about the butt plug and suddenly the urine started flowing. She
couldn’t see it but she wasn’t getting wet so it seemed to be ok.  
“Will you look at that!” said Joe. She gave him a questioning look.
“It’s coming out of that panty you’re wearing. Right in the middle, as
if it wasn’t even there.” he said, awestruck.

She was soon done and her helped her up. He used some toilet paper to
make sure she was dry and then led her back to the bedroom. He
indicated for her to get back onto the bed and she lay down on her
stomach. He gave her a firm push and she was forced to roll over onto
her back.
He let go of the leash and walked down to her feet. She’d expected to
be tied in the same way as she’d been before but this time he spread
her ankles wide, tying them to the corners of the bed. She didn’t like
having her legs spread open like that, it made her feel very
vulnerable but she thought better of complaining. He walked up to the
head of the bed and tied her leash to the frame. She had very little
slack and any struggling would cause her to choke on the leash.
Finally he stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth and covered it with
tape. She’d thought he was done but instead he sat down next to her
and stroked her legs. 
“You know. Whomever this bloke is he knows how to make you look good.”
He found her tail sticking out from between her legs and he gave it a
playful yank. She couldn’t prevent a low grunt escaping and she
refused to look into his eyes. 
“Just look at this tail for example. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever
seen. His hand followed the tail as it went up between her legs and
she moaned as his fingers explored. Despite her best effort her body
betrayed her and her cheeks clenched onto his fingers.
“Whoa! Seems like you’re coming around.” he said, delighted with her
reaction. She blushed deeply and hid her face in the covers.
“Well.” he said, giving her a sharp but friendly slap on her hip.
“Hopefully we’ll be able to see to that need of yours in the near
future. For now however, I have to get going.”
He stood up and left, closing the door behind him. A few moments later
she heard the car rumbling in the driveway and then departing. It gave
a loud growl and drove off into the night. 
She was left alone in the dark, quiet house, her only companions her
dreams and the slowly spreading heat of his palm-print on her hip.



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