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I'm reposting a series originally posted to alt.sex.stories.bondage by Don
Quixote <d_quixote@yahoo.com>.  It's a work in progress, and currently
stands at chapter IX.  Posted here with permission -- please forward
comments to the aforementioned address.

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THE SUIT

Chapter VII

She looked up as the two technicians approached her isle and she moved
a little closer to the cage's side - they sometimes briefly touched
you as they went past. They ignored her and went strolling down the
isle. Disappointed she stood back and rested in her harness. She'd
been listening to them speak but she still had trouble with the
language. Sucking on her teat she drank some liquid. Did the liquid
tasted good or bad? She'd been fed the exact same mixture since birth
and she had no idea how it compared with other food. She only knew
there were more than one kind of food because she'd heard the
technicians talking about it. 
She was very proud of her ability to do 'speak'. She'd slowly picked
it up, teaching herself by listening to the technicians. How she
longed to try out a few words on them, but the teat was never removed
and she was effectively gagged. She adjusted her arms as far as the
straps and chains allowed. How did it feel to have you hands free from
the restraints? She'd never once been free, her hands being tied
behind her back at birth. From what she'd over-heard it was to keep
them from touching the equipment. She looked down at her chest. Two
large plastic cups fit over her breasts, attached to her body by
straps and locks. She did remember having the cups fitted, after all
she'd only gotten breasts a few cycles ago. She remembered the terror,
the discomfort of being fitted with the cups. At that stage she'd not
yet learned 'speak' and she'd screamed and wailed in terror. Until
then she'd been allowed to play and run in the holding pens out back.
Although their arms had been bound she and the others had still been
able to play a few games, mostly tag. With the cups had come the
cages. She and her fellow captives had each been placed in a small
square cage, suspended in a harness that hung from the ceiling. She
doubted she'd ever leave the cage and a strange feeling overcame her,
something she could not express in words. 
She sighed and gently swung back and forth in her harness. Suddenly
the cups came to life and she gasped as the white fluid started
flowing. After all of this time she could still not get used to the
unexpected sensation. All around her other bodies stirred as their
cups came to life as well. Two small plastic pipes ran from her
breasts to a bigger pipe out in front of the cages. She could see her
fluid join the supply from the others and she wondered what the
technicians wanted with such a flood of white stuff. Her body made
other fluid as well, but they did not seem interested in that at all.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the fluid leaving her body.
The sensation was so good, and yet it made her afraid. What would
happen if one day she became empty?
She opened her eyes and looked down. She was very happy to see that
one of the technicians had returned. She tried to smile but the large
rubber teat obscured her mouth from view. Instead she leaned forward
as far as the harness allowed. She knew there was a funny thing
between her legs, she could see the same device between the legs of
the others. It had been installed at the same time as the cups.
Although she couldn't see her own she guessed it looked the same as
the others, all shiny and hard with lights and knobs on top. The
technician looked around, smiled at her and touched one of her knobs.
Immediately a buzzing started between her legs, sending shock waves of
pleasure up her whole body. Instinctively she tried to touch the thing
but her hands could only flail behind her back. She moaned through her
nose and swung back and forth. Suddenly the sensation was gone and
with a pang of regret she looked down. The technician turned and
walked away. She wondered what would happen if he ever left it on for
a while. He never allowed her to find out, giving her just a few
seconds of pleasure each time. The cups over her breasts died down as
the last of the tremors between her legs died away as well. With a
deep sigh she swung back and rested her head in a sling between the
chains of the harness. Longing for some unnamed something she closed
her eyes and fell asleep, her mouth slowly working the teat.

Sharon sat on the sofa and morbidly stared at the television screen.
Her eyes were red and tired, her hair a tangled mess. Every now and
then she'd give a small little jump as if she'd been stung. Sometimes
she'd jump up, walk a few circles, maybe wash her face and then she'd
sit down again. 
For the past week she'd not had a moments rest, her nipples being
stimulated the moment she relaxed. She'd not even been able to sleep
properly, the stimulation continuing through the night. Except for the
first hectic night she'd not once been able to come. She'd be
stimulated until she was nice and hot ... and then it'd stop. Like a
simmering pot she'll slowly cool down and then she'd be stimulated
again! Somehow the suit knew exactly when she was cooling off. She
guessed it measured the height of her nipples, or maybe the blood
throbbing under her skin. Whatever way it used - it was very
effective. She could spend several frustrating hours simmering away,
her body ready and willing. However, without release it was inevitable
that she'd start to cool down - and all of a sudden she'd be brushed
again. This roller-coaster of ups and downs was taking it's toll and
she was going out of her mind. 
Going to the office had been sheer torture. She'd get halfway down a
row of figures and suddenly she'd be brushed. Of course she'd loose
her place and she'd have to start all over again. 
She leaned back and looked at the ceiling. She couldn't understand
this treatment. Why do this to her? What would he gain by driving her
off her trolley? Right now she was so horny she'd kill for a fuck -
literally. But why? Why force her to need what she couldn't hope to
have? She'd been getting used to not getting sex, in another month or
two she'd have been completely adjusted. Now she was back at step one,
as aware and uncomfortable in the suit as if she'd discovered it
yesterday. 
Maybe that was why this was happening! Maybe he wanted her needy and
desperate! Maybe the perverse bastard did this just to drive her
doodley! What better way could there be?  Like a starving man all you
did was show him the food, keep it close enough to smell and see, but
not allow him to eat. It would be only a matter of days before he'd be
completely out of his mind. The thought made her shiver and she curled
up into a ball. Was that the whole idea? She could not believe that
he'd go through all the trouble just to send her to the insane asylum!
 Was this all part of a mind-game? 

She leaned back and tried to stand in her captor's shoes.
First off, he's a control freak. Obviously the typical "dominant"
personality. His letters and demands had made that clear.
Secondly, he was smart and crafty. The way in which she'd been
captured must have taken a lot of planning. She suspected that he'd
drugged her in the middle of the night. Maybe he'd sprayed some gas
under the door? For all she knew he was in the flat the whole time,
waiting for her! Whatever the method, he'd kept her drugged and had
installed the suit in a very short time.
The only question was his intentions. Was he a sadist? She didn't
think so. Except for the one time she'd neglected to wear the wire
she'd never been hurt. Physical pain didn't seem to be his thing.
What off the stimulation? There had to be a method behind the madness.
Could it be that he's using the stimulation to train her to his will?
If he'd let her be she'd have become used to the suit - that much was
obvious. This way he could keep her under his control. 
It seems he prefers using the carrot rather than the stick. Maybe he
wanted her to do his bidding willingly, not because she was afraid of
punishment? Right now she'd do almost anything he could possibly ask
of her - as long as he allowed her to climax. She stretched herself
out, her toes pointing at the wall. It was amazing how the stimulation
had ruined her composure. As with the first few nights she was again
super-aware. As she stretched she arched her back and pushed her hands
into the air. A dark corner of her mind noticed how the suit resisted
her movement, clinching her waist and biting into her fork as she
stretched.
Despite her state of arousal the depression was back in full force.
She tried to fight it, but it was like fighting a thick black fog. For
a few minutes she'd rant and rage, determined to crush her unseen
enemy. Finally she'd be spent and she'd be forced to calm down. As
soon as she did the oppressive black fog returned, whispering horrible
dreams and visions in her ears. She gave a small jump as she was again
brushed. The stimulation lasted less than a second, just long enough
to draw her attention back to her nipples. That was the bloody problem
with the thing! As soon as she became distracted - thinking of
something else or maybe daydreaming - she'd calm down. Whenever the
stimulation came, it was always a surprise. After all, as long as she
waited for the stimulation, nothing would happen. 

Sharon looked around and made sure she was alone. She could not shake
the eerie feeling of being watched and she suspected he was around
somewhere. She was back in the park, her instructions sending her here
early on Saturday morning. The instructions had come on the same day
the stimulation had finally ceased, the previous Tuesday. After almost
two weeks she'd had enough and if it had lasted just a few more days
she'd have killed herself. Somehow he'd known of her desperation and
it had ceased just in time. 
Perversely she found that she now missed the stimulation. She could
not believe it, and yet she longed to feel her nipples brushed. As she
drew the long dress up to her knees she cursed herself, why did she
always want what she couldn't have? 
She felt extremely vulnerable and nervous, continually scanning her
surroundings. The instructions had been clear - no under-garments of
any kind. Just the dress and some light sandals. The dress had been
sent to her via the usual anonymous package, part of a whole
collection of objects. 
It was a light brown dress made of woven wool. The bodice was tight
and would stretch over the suit, but the skirt was wide and long. It
had no zippers, she'd put it on like a jersey, sticking her head
through the narrow turtleneck. It had long, narrow arms that came down
all the way to her wrists. Folding her hands under the pits of her
arms she could hide her whole body from view, only her face showing.
It was nice and thick and would keep her warm in the autumn cold. 
She took a short cable from her handbag. She looked at it for a while
and cursed herself - she was actually growing horny! What she had to
do would leave her completely at his mercy - the first time she'd
loose all control over her fate. For a short while she debated with
herself but she never had any real choice. A small black box was
attached to one end of the cable, a metal clip sticking out of it. She
snapped the clip around the foot of the bench, thereby attaching the
cable to the bench. On the other end of the cable she attached set of
padded shackles, permanently fixed to each other. Sighing she held the
shackles for a moment and then she tied them to her naked ankles. With
two little clicks they shut, binding her ankles to the bench.

Sharon sat watching the swans glide over the lake. She'd hoped to be
approached the moment she was bound, but nothing had happened. She
looked down and was satisfied to see that all signs of her restriction
was hidden by the dress. She slowly moved her feet, they were kept
together in a comfortable but firm grip by the shackles. She could
feel her feet being stopped short by the cable, she had less than a
foot of play. She hated to admit it but she was enjoying the
confinement, her body responding in it's usual manner. Here she was,
bound and helpless in the middle of a public park and nobody was any
the wiser! 
The park had been very quiet when she'd arrived but slowly the people
started arriving. Soon she saw somebody walking down her particular
path next to the lake. For a moment she'd hoped it was him, but then
she saw that it was a woman, taking her early morning walk around the
lake. She looked the other way but there was nobody coming from that
direction either. She was about to relax when she suddenly gave a
stifled little cry and froze in her seat. The woman looked at her
quizzically and frowned as she approached the bench. Sharon made no
further moves and the woman walked on by. Finally she rounded the bend
and was lost out of sight. 
Sharon released the breath she'd been holding and checked to make sure
everything was still concealed by the dress. As the woman had
approached her nipples had been stimulated and it had made her cry out
in surprise. She squirmed in her seat, suddenly both horny and afraid
at the same time. She had a very bad feeling about all of this! She
tried to stand up but the shackles around her ankles reminded her of
her predicament. She could no longer do anything to prevent whatever
was going to happen. 

Sharon looked up and dreaded the approach of a whole group of Japanese
tourists. By now she'd spent almost two hours bound to the bench and
she'd figured out the rules of the game. Whenever somebody would pass
her, her nipples would be stimulated. The stimulation would grow until
the person had reached the closest point and would fade as they walked
on by. As the Japanese approached the stimulation began and she
clenched her jaws to avoid making a sound. It felt as if a hundred
little fingers was cajoling and stroking her, driving her mad. To her
absolute horror several of the tourists stopped right next to her to
take photos of the lake, chatting and joking as their cameras clicked
non-stop. She felt certain she was going to break a tooth but she kept
on biting down on her teeth, determined not to make a sound. She was
about to pass out when they finally moved on and she could breathe
again. That had been the longest one yet and she'd come to within an
inch of having an orgasm in public! The thought had her so horrified
she blushed a deep red and immediately her lust died down. She
wondered how long this game would continue. She could still feel him
watching and she cursed as she imagined him laughing at her attempts
to keep herself under control. 
Suddenly her nipples came alive again. For a moment she looked up,
swore under her breath and looked down again. An old man with a cane
was slowly walking by and it was going to take several minutes before
she'd be able to relax again. She pretended to be busy with her
handbag but the tempo over her nipples kept on rising. It was driving
her wild, the brushes teasing and twisting her nipples as the old man
slowly made his way past her. He was taking longer than she'd expected
and she concentrated on keeping her breathing under control. Finally
she could stand it no more and she looked up. She almost cried in
desperation and looked down again, the old man was heading straight
for her bench! After several minutes he laboriously lowered himself
down onto the bench and gave her a quick, shy smile. She tried to
smile back but it was taking all of her effort not to cry out - two
furious bees were buzzing away under her bonnet!
The spasm took hold of her and she grabbed onto the bench for support.
Her whole body went rigid as it swept her along and she desperately
tried to keep control of the little tremors coursing through her
taught muscles. Finally it was over and she collapsed back into the
bench. "Excuse me miss - are you not feeling well?" a voice said next
to her. She raised her head and looked into the kind old face of the
man, concern written all over his face. "I'm fine, thank you." she
replied, giving him her sweetest smile. "Go away, go away, go away,"
she thought while she smiled. He smiled back and nodded his head at
her. "Pardon me saying so but you look a bit distressed. My
daughter-in-law had the same look you know - turned out to be a fever.
Had some strange disease for years while nobody knew it. My son, David
that is, had to take her to the hospital one afternoon when she
fainted............"
Sharon leaned back and tried to feign interest while the voice droned
on. She had no idea what he was saying, her whole world filled by two
small patches of flesh. As she smiled she could feel the second climax
building and she held on to the bench for the ride. This time she
handled it much better, the old man didn't even realize she was a
little pre-occupied. He never noticed her knuckles turn white or the
sweat streaming down her brow.

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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
D_Quixote@Yahoo.Com

Don Quixote


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