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THE SUIT

Chapter XIV

She opened the door to her apartment and tried to switch on the light.
Nothing. She flicked the switch a few times but still there was no
light. Cursing she stumbled over to the fuse box, when rough hands
suddenly grabbed her from behind. She opened her mouth to scream only
to have it filled with cloth and then quickly taped shut. She moaned
and struggled as one of them covered her head with a cloth bag and the
other bound her wrists with some rope. Suddenly she felt a noose
around her neck and she froze, fear shooting through her like red-hot
droplets of molten iron. 
The next moment they left her and she almost fell as she was caught
off balance. She heard one of them move and she could make out the
faint glimmer of light through the bag. For a few seconds she stood
around, dazed and confused. She took a tentative step in a direction
and grunted as her shin made painful contact with the couch. She
twisted and turned her wrists to try and free them but to no avail.
Where were they? What was she supposed to do now? Had they left?
Suddenly a rough hand grabbed her arse and squeezed. Squealing in
surprise and fear she tried to bolt but she ran straight into a wall.
Dazed and hurt she stumbled back and stood still again, her legs
trembling.
A rough hand took hold of her breast and twisted viciously, sending
sparks of pain through her chest and neck. Again panic took over and
she backed away only to be brought up short by the noose around her
neck. Somebody was holding on to the other end and for a few seconds
she fought in panic as it throttled her and she couldn’t breathe. In
her struggles she stumbled forwards and the noose loosened, allowing
her to breathe.
Again she just stood there, her heart throbbing in her throat. What
did they want? Where were they? What were they going to do to her?
Again the rough hand grabbed her, twisting her other breast even
harder then before. This time she jumped but didn’t try to run away.
“She’s a fast learner. I think she’ll do.” a rough voice said of to
her left.
“Yeah - Bruce said he wanted a smart one.” another voice replied from
straight in front, he had to be the one with the rope in his hand.
Suddenly a hand was stroking her breast and neck. “And she’s certainly
a looker. I think she’ll do just fine.” said the first voice. The hand
continued to explore while she stood frozen. 
“Think maybe....?” the first voice said.
“Hmmm. There’s not much time and if Bruce finds out there’ll be hell
to pay.” said the second.
“Yeah, but man, just look at her.” said the first. He grabbed a hold
of her collar and pulled down sharply. The light blouse she was
wearing ripped apart and she stood exposed before them. 
“Ooooh - a red bra! You know what they say about girls with red
underwear.” Said the second. 
“Manohmanohman - that’s tempting. I wonder if her panty’s red as
well.” Said the first.
“Well,” said the first, pulling her over to him with the rope “if it
is we’ll soon know. Won’t we honey?”
Sobbing and moaning she was led to the bedroom and pushed onto the
bed. She fought them every step of the way but soon she was lying on
the bed in only her underwear.
“Now have you ever seen anything prettier than that” said number one.
She blushed deeply and tried to curl up as they discussed her body.
“Whooooweee!” said number two “matching bra, panties, garters and
stocking.” he said mockingly.
“Where’d you get that darling” he said right next to her ear
“Victoria’s Secret?”
Suddenly a finger dragged over her pussy.
“Hot damn Abe, will you look at that! She’s as wet as a heifer in
heat! I think that’s a formal invitation, don't you?”
She blushed even redder and wished she could sink into the earth.
“Now you now Leo, it’s not polite to refuse a Lady’s invitation. I
think we’d better accept.” said Abe.
She sobbed and fought as their rough hands ripped the last pieces of
clothing from her body. Suddenly she felt the heavy weight of one of
them on top of her and she struggled with renewed panic.
“For fuck sakes Leo, hold the bitch down, I can’t get in between her
legs!”
Rough hands grabbed her ankles and spread he wide open. Before she had
time to react he was inside her and she screamed into the gag in pain
as his large cock trust into her. For several seconds he fucked her
hard before suddenly rolling over with her still impaled on top of his
cock. She tried to lift herself off but the his partner pressed down
from behind and she couldn’t move. Abe grabbed hold of her knees and
bent her legs up until she was spread even wider. She had barely a
seconds warning before Leo’s cock thrust in from the rear and she was
impaled from both sides. She’d never been butt-fucked and she screamed
even louder as his cock forced itself inside her. Both men started
fucking her in earnest and she squirmed in pain and humiliation as the
two cocks slipped and moved inside her.
In a very short time they both came and they withdrew. By that time
she was too tired to fight any more and she just lay there, tears and
snot running down her face. She felt a sharp prick on her shoulder and
as the drug took effect the last thing she would hear was Abe bidding
her a good night.


She had to wait a few days before she got her next set of instructions. 

From:	Nobody@anonymous.net
Subj:	New instructions

	Pick up package from Post Office
	Do not open until Saturday afternoon
	On Saturday night you will wear the red dress
	You will also wear the contents of the latest package
	Take a taxi to the Ignatio Melavio Opera Theater
	You are to arrive at 18:45
	Your ticket has been booked under the name Sharon Smith
	Immediately go to the auditorium and take your seat
	You are not to leave until the performance is over

Sharon felt her stomach go queasy and nervous energy flow through her
body. What was going to happen, and what was in the box? She stood up
from the computer and paced the room. How could she get out of this?
Whatever was going to happen she felt certain that she wouldn’t want
any part of it. What were they planning for her? It was only Wednesday
and she’d have to wait all that time to find out. She knew her
imagination was going to run wild and she’d have some sleepless nights.
She swore under her breath, and sat down again. She had no control
over her future, her own destiny. For heaven’s sake - she didn’t even
have any control over her own bloody body! She felt so, so.. so.....? 
Powerless!
     (sexy)
Humiliated!
     (erotic)
Abused!
     (exited)
Depressed!
     (aroused)
“Shutupshutupshutup!!!” she shouted at the walls, but the dark little
voice just giggled at her. She rested her elbows on the table and held
her head in her hands, sobbing in frustration. What was wrong with
her? How could she be so aroused by the whole situation? She felt so
dirty, so ashamed of her secret. What did she do to deserve this? Had
she maybe brought it on herself? Maybe she’d inadvertently let it slip
to someone that she was kinky? Maybe it was her own fault she was
stuck in this situation? Somehow she must have done something to make
this happen!
“NOOOO” she cried in anguish and jumped up. With shaking hands and
tears blinding her she managed to dress in a T-shirt and Jeans. Still
sobbing she stormed out of the flat, the door banging loudly behind
her as she slammed it shut.

Sharon stared at the flashing blue light as if hypnotized. The cold
night air was blowing right through her T-shirt and her whole body was
covered in goose-bumps. The police cruiser stopped for a moment before
pulling of with a loud roar of it’s powerful engine. 
She was standing outside of the police precinct, still dazed and
confused. She had wandered up and down the dark streets for almost and
hour before ending up here. She melted into the shadows as a policeman
came out of the front door and walked over to his car. Only when he’d
driven off did she dare take another breath and she felt dizzy with
fear. 
She’d not deliberately walked to the station, it had just happened.
The one moment she’d been walking along, her whole mind drawn deep
inside and the next moment the flashing light had jerked her awake. 
Could she go in? Did she have the guts? What would happen? Would they
somehow know? Would they shock her to death before she’d even walked
up the steps? And if she made it inside? What would the cops say?
Would they be able to help? Would they know of a way to get rid of the
suit? Maybe there was something glaringly obvious that she’d missed?
Maybe it had even happened before and they would know exactly what to
do?
She closed her eyes and hugged her body defensively. They would want
to see. They’d ask her to strip. She’d have to stand in one of those
gray little rooms you always see on TV, naked and exposed. They’d
laugh at her! There would be a whole bunch of them standing behind
that one-way mirror and they’d giggle and sneer and point and she
wouldn’t be able to cover herself!
“For fuck sakes Sharon! Get a hold of yourself!” she whispered loudly
to herself. She started pacing the sidewalk in tight little circles.
“Let’s think about this rationally. 
Pro’s : 
Get rid of the suit. 
Get your life back. 
Get your dignity back.”
Her throbbing clit added it’s vote as well. 
“Have sex again, anytime anywhere.”
She changed direction and started pacing in the opposite direction. 
“Con’s : 
Could be... no, IS dangerous. 
The humiliation. 
.... uhm? 
Give up these gorgeous breasts.” 
She gave a nervous little giggle and then grew angry again. 
“Dammit! Con’s, con’s... 
Never get to meet him? Fuck that - that would be a Pro!”
She stood still and leaned back against a wall. Her mind was screaming
GO but her legs were refusing to move. Her imagination was running
rampant and for a long while she just stood there, her eyes never
leaving the door of the precinct. Finally she stood up straight, gave
a final shuddering sigh and walked back to her flat.


She stood in front of the mirror while drying her hair. It was getting
very long and took a lot of effort to keep under control. Maybe it was
time she had it cut? Finally she could hold it no longer and she sat
down on the bed. She was as nervous as a virgin on prom night. She
rummaged around under the bed until she found the package and pulled
it out. It was exactly the same as all the others, wrapped in plain
brown paper with no return address.
She had another hour before she had to be at the opera and it was time
to see what lay in store. For the last few days her imagination had
gone nuts and by now she felt confident she could handle anything it
might contain. She opened the package, paused for a moment and looked
inside. 
She gasped in shocked surprise at what she saw. The bright glitter of
diamonds and pearls flickered merrily in the light as she lifted an
exquisite necklace from the box. It was the most beautiful thing she’d
ever seen and she couldn’t keep her eyes off it. For several minutes
she twisted and turned it in her hands, mesmerized by the light
playing across it’s surface. Finally she blinked and remembered the
time. She quickly looked at the box and gasped again. This time she
drew out a gorgeous tiara, made from the same glittering diamonds and
silver. Next came a set of matching ear rings, a bracelet, a small red
purse, pantyhose and a new pair of shoes.
She sat back and tried to come to terms with all the glitter and shine
that lay spread out before her. She’d been expecting the worse and she
got...... this? It took a while for her mind to do the about-turn and
come to terms with it.

She stood in front of the mirror and made sure she was ready. She
looked herself over with a critical eye but could find nothing amis.
The dark red shoes were a perfect match for the dress, their high
heels showing her calves off to their best effect. The pantyhose had a
thin, glittering line that ran up the back of her legs and melted into
the dress as it became darker. The red dress was gorgeous, hugging her
figure like a second skin while still classy and chík. The jewelry
hung on her like glittering pieces of star. She twirled around and was
satisfied that the tiara would stay in place on her neat french braid.
Feeling like a million bucks she glided out of the apartment and into
the night.

As she stepped out of the building she bumped into Anette. Anette
mumbled an apology and then recognition filled her eyes and her jaw
fell to the ground. “Holy Sh.....!” she said. Sharon smiled nervously
as Anette walked around her. “You like?” she said, extremely pleased
with Anette’s reaction. Anette was still too shocked to get any words
out and she just stared at her, totally dumbfounded. The waiting taxi
hooted and suddenly Sharon remembered the time. “Shit! I’m late! Talk
to you later hon.” she said while rushing off to the waiting taxi.
Anette could just stare in surprise and shock as the taxi sped off
into the night. 

Sharon sat down nervously and looked around. She could still not
understand what she was doing there. According to the bill-boards it
was the opening night of a new production of Aida and she felt very
out of place. She’d never been to an Opera and considered the whole
business boring and stuffy. Why on earth send her to the Opera? She
looked down and made sure everything was in order. The hall was
filling up quickly and she tried to scan the audience as the took
their seats but nobody looked familiar.
A elderly lady and her husband sat down next to her, smiling politely
as they took their seats. The seat to her left was still open and a
faint glimmer of hope started to grow as all the seats filled but that
one. The couple were softly whispering and she blushed as she realized
she had no idea what the performance was going to be about. She kept a
close eye on the seat, secretly crossing her fingers and biting her
lower lip. The lady next to her tapped her shoulder and she almost
jumped right out of the seat. 
“Hello dear. My name’s Edna. You don't seem to have a program, want to
use mine?” said the lady, holding out a little black brochure. 
“Uhm.. no thanks, I’ve got mine here somewhere.” she replied,
rummaging under the seat where she’d placed her purse and brochure.
She finally managed to find it and showed it to the lady.
“I think Dame Masimio has the most wonderful voice in the world. Don’t
you?” asked the little lady in a friendly chatty voice. “My husband
and I have been looking forward to this production for weeks.”
Suddenly there was a movement to her left and her head whipped around. 
For a few moments she could just sit there, her mouth wide open in
shock.
“M-M-Mark? What are you doing here?” she stammered. The nerd from the
office was the last person on earth she’d been expecting to find here.
He was standing stock still in shocked surprise, his face blushing
blood red. 
“Miss Sharon?” he said, just as shocked as she was. He gingerly sat
down and fidgeted like a nervous animal.
“Uhm .. I didn’t know you liked the opera.” he said with a squeaky
voice.
Oh Fuck! It can’t be him! No way could it be him, not Mark! Could it?
“I don't” she replied, watching his face intently for any signs of
guilt.
“S-s-s uguhm, sorry, frog in the throat. So what are you doing here?”
he replied, still blushing deeply.
Her mind was going 200 miles an hour and getting nowhere.
“I’m here by invitation of a friend. He couldn’t make it though but I
decided to come see anyway. You?”
He grinned shyly.
“Opera is one of my little passions. I come to all the opening nights.
Do you know anything about Aida?” he asked, his hands working
furiously to try and open the brochure. It took him a few seconds to
discover that the normally the spine isn’t meant to open.
“I can tell you about it if you want. It’s a bit overwhelming if you
don’t know.. oh look the lights are dimming.” he said and made himself
comfortable.
She sat back in the seat and studied his hands in the dim light. Music
was starting to play but she hardly noticed, her mind racing furiously.
“C’mon Sharon. You can’t be serious. Obviously this is just a
coincidence. There is no way Mark could be behind any of this. For
heavens sake he probably still stays with his parents.”
Yeah, you’re right. But then again...” 
“He is smart and he’s got a terrible crush on you and he’s a little
weird and he’s the quiet type. You know what the tabloids always say
about the quiet types. I bet he could have done it if he was desperate
enough.”
“Do you think he’s desperate enough?”
“Well he might be. He’s been after me for ages.”
“This could all be your fault you know”
“What!!?”
A part of her mind noticed some characters appearing on the stage.
“Well if you’ve been pretty lousy to him you know. Remember that time
he brought you chocolates and you told him you were on a diet?”
“Are you suggesting I asked for this?”
“And the many times he said hello and all you did was nod and the
ohshitohshitohshit!”
Her whole body tensed as the dildo slowly inflated.
“ohshitohshitcalmdownohshitstaycalmdon’tletanybodyseeohshit!!”
She grabbed hold of both armrests and her knuckles turned white as she
tried to drive her nails right through the fabric. The dildo inflated
until it was filling her to capacity, it’s studded sides teasing her
walls. When it finally stopped it was enormous and rock hard. She sat
even straighter than normally and her wide, glazed eyes stared at the
stage without seeing a thing. After several minutes it was clear that
nothing was going to happen and she relaxed a bit. The enormous object
felt as big as a melon and suddenly she couldn’t find a comfortable
position in her chair.
An enormous lady appeared on the stage.
“That’s Dame Masimio.” Mark whispered in her ear. “She’s very famous
and it’s a real honor to hear her sing.”
Yeah - whatever. In the meantime, do you have any idea what’s
happening between my legs? I’d bet you’d just love to know. Or do you
know already?”
The woman took a big gulp of air, her bosom heaving like a gigantic
bellows. She opened her mouth and a voice as clear as a bell and as
powerful as a fog horn flooded the auditorium.
The dildo suddenly started moving and she had to clench her jaw to
prevent a little squeal from escaping. The nipple brushes joined in
and she almost passed out as thousands of extremely important messages
flooded her shocked brain. Everything was moving extremely slowly but
it was more than enough to make her want to climb the walls. She was
rapidly rushing into an enormous orgasm but then all the stimulation
stopped. With an enormous effort she finally managed to regain control
of herself.
“Yeah..” said Mark, grinning at her. “her voice is quite something
isn’t it?”
She just nodded, praying he won’t notice how tight her jaw was
clenched. The enormous woman launched into her song again and Sharon
closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. The dildo and brushes had
started up again and she concentrated as hard as she could not to show
anything. As the voice rose, so did the speed of the stimulation. Up
went the voice - faster went the dildo. Down came the voice - slower
went the dildo. 
“Oh no, nononono - I can’t deal with this. How in heavens name am I
supposed to sit through grnnnnn.”
The voice rose again and this time it scaled even greater heights. 
The orgasm hit suddenly and violently. Sharon lost all sense of
reality and her whole being focused on the moving devices driving her
insane. The dildo was moving up and down between her loins and she
felt as if the whole world was shaking with it. The brushes were
turning furiously and sparks of sensation were running over her
breasts. Her whole body trembled as one wave after shook here to the
core of her being. 
After a million years she finally managed to come down again and she
melted into the soft seat. The blood were throbbing in her ears and
she was almost hypnotized by it’s loud throbbing. Slowly the throbbing
turned into the loud banging coming from the orchestra. A cold chill
ran down her back as she suddenly remembered where she was. She opened
her eyes and look straight into Marks concerned face.
“Are you ok? I thought you had fainted.” he said, the concern giving
way to relief.
“Yeah, yeah - I’m o.k.” she replied calmly - inwardly praying the
earth would swallow her there and then.
“I just like to close my eyes when I listen. It’s nothing to worry
about.”
“Yeah,” he said “I sometimes do that as well. That woman has the most
phenomenal voice.”
She’d forgotten about the singer’s part in the little fiasco and with
a shocked expression she searched on the stage to find the source of
her torture.
Mike saw her expression and smiled. “Don’t worry. She’ll be back in a
moment. She’s got a whole two hours left to sing.” 


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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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