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THE SUIT

Chapter V

She crested the hill and drew the reigns in. The stallion was skittish
and she patted his white mane to calm him down. She looked down the
hill to the distant harbor, and sighed. There was still no sign of his
ship. Her beloved was already two weeks late and still no sign of his
galley. She turned the horse around and headed back to the castle.
Where could he be? Thinking of him made her flush and she became
exquisitely aware of the stallion’s rippling muscles beneath her
thighs. She thought back to their first encounter and soon her
breathing became heavy and she was lost in a daydream. It was only
when the stallion halted that she came out of her reverie and she
looked out in front of her. They had entered the forest and the path
was a narrow trail, tall trees lining the route. A large black
stallion stood alone in the middle of the path, saddled but
rider-less. Her own stallion was already snorting and pawing the
ground and she held a tight grip on the reigns. For a few moments she
looked around, searching for the horse’s owner, but the forest was as
dark as it was quiet. She dismounted and tied her own horse to a tree.
Calling out she started searching, going ever deeper into the forest.
She was about to turn back when her body was rushed forward by a hard
force from behind. As her feet left the ground she screamed in terror
and tried to turn around. Somebody had a hold of her waist and in a
moment she was flung to the ground. As quickly as she’d been tackled
she was turned over onto her back and her wrists pinned down. For a
few moments she fought viciously, but she was held in a firm grip. At
last she was spent and she looked up into a grinning mouth. Her
assailant was seated on top of her, his hands keeping her wrists in
place. His eyes were masked and she froze in terror. A bandit! For a
few long moments they just stared at each other, she breathing as hard
as her tight corset allowed, him grinning like a cat with a mouse. She
tried to protest but he merely bent down and kissed her softly on the
lips. For a moment she struggled and then recognition came flooding
in. It was her beloved! Giggling and weeping she kissed him as hard as
she could, relief flooding all over her body. He let go of her wrists
and still kissing she embraced him, hugging him as tightly as she
could. She could feel him pulling at her coat and soon he lay between
her legs, only the chastity belt keeping them apart. Finally they
stopped kissing and he raised his head to look at her. She had so many
questions, but for now it could wait. With a mischievous grin he
produced a small key and she grinned back at him. He fiddled around
between her legs until suddenly she felt the tension over her abdomen
released and she sighed in pleasure. For the first time in almost a
year she was without the constant pressure and she felt as light as a
feather. He tested her readiness with his fingers and found her as wet
as she’s ever been before. He was just as ready and she quickly helped
him undress, gasping as his cock finally sprung loose from his tight
breeches. Not even bothering to undo her corset he mounted her again,
and as the hard warm flesh entered her all she could do was moan. For
a second she wondered why he was still wearing the mask but then all
rational thought left her.

From:	Nobody@anonymous.net
Subj:	New instructions

	You are to go to the beach one Saturday out 
	of each month. 
	You are to wear only the supplied bathing suit. 
	You are to stay there for a minimum of three 
	hours during daytime. 
	You are to mingle with the crowd and may not 
	attempt to hide.  
	These instructions include the current month.

Sharon sat back and read the instructions again. She’d written them
down word for word and by now she knew them by heart. She looked out
the windscreen of her car and onto the beach. The message had come
last night, and since this was the last weekend of the current month
she’d had no choice but to come down. She felt so nervous she was sure
she was going to be sick. Just the thought of getting out of the car
was so bad she started to shiver. She’d decided to come down early in
the hopes that the beach would be deserted. To her dismay there was
already a crowd and even more people were arriving every minute. She
seriously considered going home and trying later, but she knew it
would only get worse. Taking a deep breath she prayed her legs would
hold out and she got out of the car. 
She knew he’d be around somewhere and she scanned every face she could
see. A few men were glancing her way and immediately she felt her
knees go weak. Surely they must see the suit, for heavens sake it was
as large as a house! She looked down and inspected herself. She knew
what to look for and still she couldn’t notice anything strange.
Realizing that she was only putting off the inevitable she started
walking to the beach. 
She’d wanted to wrap a large towel around her body but she felt
certain he’d not accept that. Instead she walked with it flung over
her shoulder, carrying a canvas bag in the other hand. She blushed
deeply as several men openly stared at her body, following her every
move. She entered the crowd and selected a clear spot on the sand.
Opening her towel she sat down and pretended to stare out to sea. That
walk had been the most difficult of her life! She was still blushing,
waiting for her heart rate to settle. She had a hard time resisting
the urge to inspect herself again. Her mind was playing tricks and she
felt convinced that the suit must be visible. She rolled over onto her
stomach, inspecting herself as casually as she could. 
After several minutes she had calmed down enough to think straight and
she opened her bag. Three hours in the sun was going to cause havoc
with her skin and she started applying sunblock generously all over
her body. The bathing suit covered her back so at least she could get
to every bit of exposed skin. As she covered herself with the cream
she kept a lookout for her captor, but nobody drew her attention.
Several men were watching her, but none of them even looked into her
eyes. Satisfied that she’d protected herself as best she could she lay
down and started reading a book.

For the next forty minutes she tried desperately to concentrate on the
book. She was just getting into it when she realized that she was
getting uncomfortably hot. The black bathing suit drew the heat like a
magnet and soon she was baking. She tried lying on her back, but soon
her stomach was frying as well. She looked at the sea and realized
that she’d have to go for a dip. She put the book down, made sure
nobody was staring, and casually stood up. The walk down to the beach
wasn’t as bad as she’d thought and as soon as she entered the cool
water she felt a lot better. She was surprised to find that she was
actually enjoying herself. She spent a long time in the water but soon
she grew tired. The suit kept pulling her down and she had to keep
kicking to stay afloat. Finally she’d had enough and she started
walking back up to the beach. As she looked up she suddenly realized
that everybody was looking at her. For a moment she almost fainted and
she then she realized that they were just facing the water. She was
merely walking into their line of sight. She relaxed somewhat but
could not resist jogging back up to her towel. It only drew more
people’s attention as she came jogging past. By the time she was lying
on her towel her whole body was burning with shame. As before it took
her several minutes to calm down. Acting as if nothing was amiss she
started reading the book.

Sharon leaned back and enjoyed the warm sun. Her three hours was
almost up and by now she’d regained her confidence. She’d just
returned from her fourth outing to the waves and she had to re-apply
the sun tan lotion. As she unscrewed the top she looked around and she
smiled to herself. A teenage boy had been staring at her and he’d
blushed a deep red as she caught him in the act. The teenager had
quickly looked away when she’d seen him but she knew he’d be watching
her for some time. She’d always been attractive, but with the suit she
looked down right gorgeous.
Feeling mischievous she innocently started smearing her arms and
shoulders, pretending to concentrate on her work while keeping an eye
on the boy. He was lying on his stomach, about twenty paces away. In a
matter of seconds his head turned back and his eyes followed her
hands. Satisfied that she had his full attention she moved to her
feet, smearing the rich cream in slow luxurious movements. As slowly
as she could she started working her way up her legs, spending a lot
of time on her calves. Her hands did a slow dance over her flesh,
moving higher with every turn. After a long time she’d reached her
thighs and now she had the boy’s full and unblinking attention. She
turned away from him, rolling over onto her side. She could imagine
the boy’s irritation at having his view blocked, but she was not about
to disappoint him. With a faint smile she slowly applied the cream on
to her rump and hips, imagining the thoughts that must be going
through his head. When she was done she rolled over onto her other
side and she did the other cheek as well. She was now facing him and
she took a quick look to make sure he was still looking, Satisfied
that she had his undying attention she opened her legs ever so
slightly, giving him a unobstructed view between her thighs. As
innocently as she could she started applying cream to her inner
thighs, keeping a close eye on the boy. As she’d expected he was
riveted, his mouth hanging slightly open. She could just imagine the
glorious view he must have as the black fabric of the suit stretched
tightly over her dome. She wasn’t at all surprised to see his knuckles
turn white as he fisted some sand in each hand. Finally she lay back
and pretended to sunbathe. One of his friends tossed him a soft drink
and she had to suppress a giggle as he slid over the sand to get it -
he was to ashamed to get up!

Sharon was heading home, cursing all the way. Her stunt with the boy
had back-fired and her whole body was throbbing with lust. The slow
caressing of her flesh and the adoring stares of the boy had made her
extremely exited.  By the time she’d packed her stuff and left she’d
been so hot she had to resist the urge to fondle herself. She could
just imagine the scene - she’d wink at the boy, licking her lips and
smiling at him. In the wink of an eye he would be at her side, ready
to become her life long slave. She’d gently take his hand, leading him
up to her car, his muscular young body following her obediently....
For the hundredth time she swore at herself and beat the steering
wheel in frustration. She’d never acted like this before! What in
heavens name was going on with her! She’d always been fond of sex, who
wasn’t? But what she’d done on the beach was a first. She felt like a
old whore, skillfully picking up clients on the beach. And her body!
Used to be she could go months without sex, the occasional finger
keeping her in control. Now she was so charged she couldn’t think
straight! Surely the lack of masturbation couldn’t have so severe an
effect? After all, some nuns spent years without even touching
themselves, and she could not even last two weeks.
At last she was home and she undressed in the bedroom. She was still
as horny as ever and the sight of the suit made it even worse. In
frustration she again attacked the suit with her fingers, but as
before it was of no use! She stood in the middle of the room, jumping
and crying like a spoilt little girl. Suddenly she had a brilliant
idea and she cursed herself for not thinking of it earlier.
She got a long piece of rope from her secret box and threaded it
through underneath the wire. She let go of the ends and bent forward,
grabbing hold of the two ends hanging between her legs. She pulled the
two ends forward and the loop of wire slid down the wire. Wriggling
her hips it finally came to a rest against the stem of the dildo and
she pulled upwards as hard as she could. It moved slightly! The
movement was so faint she could hardly feel it, but it had definitely
moved! Again she pulled as hard as she could, and again it moved. The
movement was not nearly enough to get off on, but it was encouraging.
She flung herself onto the bed and rolled over onto her back. She took
firm hold of both ends and pulled with all her might. As before the
movement was there, but it was an minute amount. A few more times she
tried this trick, but it was useless. Soon she was too tired to make
it move and she desperately searched for an alternative. Striking upon
another idea she quickly rushed into the bathroom. She stood on the
toilet and tied the two ends to the railing of the shower curtain.
Slowly she lowered herself until the rope pulled taught and she
stepped of the toilet. She was now hanging with her full weight on the
rope, and still it was not enough. For several minutes she tried
swinging and jiggling and twisting and turning - all to no avail.
Finally she was so tired she could just hang there, her feet dangling
a few inches off the ground.
Sharon was now facing a new problem. She’d tried to reach the toilet,
but suddenly it was just beyond her reach. She could place her foot on
the toilet, but could not swing over far enough to push her weight
onto that leg. "This would almost be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic"
she thought. Again she tried, and again she couldn’t get her weight
over to the toilet. She tried to swing over by pushing away from the
side of the shower but her hand slipped and she toppled over
backwards. Hanging upside down with her head and hands resting on the
floor she started to giggle. This was absurd! She tried to pull
herself up but her body was too tired to fight the stiff strip down
her back. All she could do was lay back and rest for a while. 
She looked so funny, hanging upside down with her hips thrust into the
air by the rope. Her legs were hanging down the other side, making her
pose in a most un-lady like fashion. She could just imagine the
firemen discovering her hanging there. The great big brute of a man
would stop in the door, gasping in surprise and shock. Then he’d
chuckle to himself and move over to her side. Ignoring her pleas he’d
place his humongous hands on her .... NO dammit! She uttered so many
swear words her mother would think she’d married a sailor! She rolled
over and stood on her hands. The loop of rope slipped back from her
sex until it was as high up her rear as the suit would allow. Kicking
and swearing she tried to pull away from the rope, her feet waving
uselessly in the air. Finally she realized it was useless and she
rolled over again. 
Gathering all the strength she could muster she gave a huge shout and
reached up for the rope. She just managed to grab it and for a moment
she just hung there, too tired to do any more. After another short
rest she managed to pull herself back up.
Sharon hung from the rope and gently swung from side to side. What was
she going to do? What she needed was something to cut the rope, but
where would you find a knife in a bathroom? Suddenly she remembered
the razor in her medicine cabinet. If she could get to those she could
cut the rope! The cabinet was on the other side of the shower and she
hung from one hand as she peeked around the corner. She felt certain
that she could reach it, all she had to do was push the rope over to
the other side of the railing. 
Reaching up she grabbed hold of the rope and placed her legs against
the side of the shower. Pushing with all her might she was gratified
to see the rope slide along the railing. She was just about ready for
her second push when the railing suddenly gave way, dumping her on the
ground like a sack of potatoes.

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(like most authors I feel like a parent releasing his baby to the
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Don Quixote


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