Message-ID: <12481eli$9806251329@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12481.txt> From: Don Quixote <d_quixote@yahoo.com> Subject: (Don Quixote) "The Suit : Chapter XVII" (Mf bd nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980624163005.8337.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> WARNING -WARNING This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you are not of an legal age to view such text DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Sensitive readers or readers that has religious or moral objections to sexually explicit material, Bondage, BDSM and or Sado Masochism are warned not to read the following text. The author will not take responsibility for any emotional, psychological, physical or other distress, damage or harm that may be that result of reading this text. Readers that live in countries where text of an explicit nature is forbidden read this text at their own discretion and of their own accord. The following text and characters are fictional and in no way reflects any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life is purely co-incidental. The author retains ownership of the following material and grants the reader the right to freely distribute and re-produce the material only under the following circumstances: a) That said distribution is not in any way of financial interest to the distributor. THE SUIT Chapter XVII “Hello? Is anybody here?” She took a step down the dark passage. “Helooo?” Her voice echoed down the passage. The hairs on the back of her neck was standing up and she very nervous. She turned around but the heavy oak door behind here was still locked. She turned back to the passage and tried to peer into the darkness. Her hands were covering her naked body defensively and she could feel her arms shivering in the cold damp air. What was going on here? Where were she? She slowly started walking down the passageway, her naked feet shuffling along over the damp stones. For a long while she shuffled along in the dark, her fear slowly growing. After what seemed like years she finally spotted a faint light in the distance. She quickened her pace and walked up to a single candle burning on a lone table. She looked around and was amazed to see the floor stretching away to infinity. During her walk in the dark she must’ve entered a large cavern or something. “Hello?” she shouted, surprised at how small and desolate her voice sounded. A cold shiver went down her back and suddenly she wanted to be anywhere but that cavern. She stood around for a few seconds, confused and lost. The candle was nailed down onto the table and despite her best efforts she couldn’t dislodge it. Finally she gave up and looked around desperately. She took a few steps and turned around. Which direction had she come from? She took another few steps, changed her mind and set off in a different direction. Suddenly she felt something light and sticky cling to her face and hair and she gave a small shriek of surprise. She reeled back in disgust as her waving hands met a thick spiders web. She scratched and pulled at the hundreds of sticky strands quickly covered her head and hair. She turned around and fled back to the candle, dragging a net of thin wires along with her. Back at the candle she tried desperately to rid herself of the web, but for every one she managed do dislodge a hundred others found a place to stick. Realizing that she was fighting a losing battle she gave up and headed off in a new direction. This time she managed to walk quite a distance before she encountered another web. As before she scratched and clawed at the web, but it quickly enveloped her in it’s fine strands. She backed off, but this time she could feel that the strands were anchored to something on the floor. She fought the strands, but it was like fighting mist, she could break a single stand quite easily but the whole clung to her like glue. She could feel the panic rising and she pulled back, trying to get back to the light. The strands stretched as she pulled on them, allowing her to go without actually releasing her. It felt as if she was dragging a weight behind her as she tried desperately to get back to the distant candle. She stumbled into another web and she was quickly covered in a whole new set of strands. Again she pulled and again she felt the strands resist as she was anchored to a second point on the floor. Every part of her was being covered with silk and it felt as if she’d fallen into a pot of syrup. She fought valiantly, but the combined weight of the two strands was getting to her and already she could feel herself growing tired. Before long she’d stumbled into a third and then a fourth web, each one keeping her anchored to a different part of the floor. She was now in a full-blown panic attack, crying and shrieking as her hands and feet worked to free her from the sticky mess. The pull was too much to resist and she stumbled backwards into the darkness, right into yet another web, then another and another. Pretty soon she was standing in the middle of a dozen webs, each one pulling her body in a different direction. She screamed in despair but her mouth and face was being covered by the stands and the sound came out muffled. The more she fought the less movement she had and in desperation she felt her hands and arms being pinned against her sides. She twisted and turned her body but all it did was to wrap the strands around her like a cocoon. After a few minutes she was almost completely immobile and it was a battle just to keep her balance. She stood quietly, her chest heaving as she rested. Suddenly she heard a light, feminine giggle off to her left. She twisted her head to see who it was but could make out nothing in the dark. Something gave a hard tug on the stands from the right and she gave another muffled scream as she almost fell over. Her whole body was shivering with fear but there was nothing she could do. Suddenly she heard a strange clicking sound approach her from behind and she froze, her eyes darting from side to side in fear. The clicking stopped right behind her and she held her breath, too afraid to move. Suddenly she felt something cold, hard and pointy scratch against her leg and she almost fainted. She started struggling anew but only managed to get herself even more tightly wrapped. She struggled for a few more seconds but she was already too tired to do much and soon she was quiet again. She heard the clicking sound move behind her and held her breath as it circled around her to the front. She almost fainted as a large black spider appeared from her side and came to stand in front of her. The creature was at least as tall as she was with ugly black spikes covering it’s whole body. It had a human face and her eyes grew wide in terror as she recognized her boss. It stood quietly before her, it’s ugly black torso bouncing lightly up and down as it balanced between it’s eight legs. It lifted one of it’s legs and a cold tremor ran down her body as it probed and prodded her chest. The claw moved over her neck and chest and plucked at her nipple before moving down to between her legs. It plucked at the strands and quickly made a small triangular hole over her sex. She closed her eyes in fear and disgust as the claw probed and scratched between her legs. Suddenly there was a loud, high pitched screech and she opened her eyes just in time to see a second spider attach the first. The second spider was quite a bit smaller and she wasn’t completely surprised to see Mark’s face on it. Although smaller it fought with a determined ferocity and the two spiders rolled around in a tangled mess of limbs and spikes. More spiders arrived and she recognized Andrew and Jake as they joined in the fight, each one trying to kill the other with a deadly ferocity. Her colleague from the office joined in, hell bent on trying to decapitate her boss. A large hulking mass of spikes came lumbering past and she immediately recognized the bouncer form the club. A large, pitch-black spider joined out of nowhere and her heart froze as she recognized the dark man form the club. It fought with quick, stealthy movements, moving around like a flash. She was so intent on the fight she didn’t notice the last spider until it touched her. She jerked her head to the left as far as it would go and gasped as she recognized Anette. Anette was ignoring the fight, her attention focused on Sharon. She used one of her thin sharp claws to scratch and tease her left breast. Sharon mewed and again she tried to get away but it was useless, Anette could do a she pleased. While her first claw continued to play with her breasts a second found her sex. Sharon closed her eyes as she was once again about to be invaded but suddenly the whole cavern started shaking from a low, deep rumbling. All the spiders froze and looked around expectantly. A second, even louder rumble filled the cavern and the spiders scattered, the fight completely forgotten. Sharon tried to turn around but she was still tightly bound and could not move. For ages it seemed as if nothing was going to happen but then she felt faint tremors on the web. Out of the blue she was being dragged backwards and she lost her balance. She squirmed and wriggled on the floor as her body was slowly pulled away from the light. She sensed a large, hulking mass somewhere behind her and again she tried to scream as she was pulled towards it. Ever so slowly she was pulled into the dark, the anchors breaking as easily as if they were made from clay. She looked back to the distant candle and blinked hard as it swam in the tears in her eyes. For a few more minutes she concentrated on the diminishing light as she was pulled over the floor. The darkness finally enveloped her like a cold, wet blanket and she uttered a last, desperate scream. Sharon stood in the queue, biting her lower lip. She looked up at the metal detector and almost chickened out again. This isn’t going to work! She took another step as the queue moved ahead. She had an excuse ready in case she was discovered but to her it sounded feeble and unlikely. She looked back at the airport’s entrance and watched a yellow cab drive off. Oh how she longed to be in that cab! Instead she turned around and looked back at the gate. She was dressed in a light cream business suit and matching skirt. Her neck was covered by one of her white librarian blouses and she had a matching handbag thrown over her shoulder. The man in front of her placed his briefcase on the conveyor belt and stepped through the gate without incident. She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and stepped forwards. The new instructions had arrived two days into her vacation. She’d been instructed her to be at the airport at eight AM the following morning and to pick up her ticket from the check-in counter. With no idea where she was heading and she packed everything she could fit into her three suitcases. The night was spent in anxious anticipation as her mind raced through the possibilities. Where was she going? What did he want from her this time? Was she going to meet him at last? The next morning she’d woken up early and gotten ready. She had arrived at the airport a good hour and a half earlier than instructed and her legs had felt wobbly as she’d approached the check-in counter. As the computer searched for her name she couldn’t help stepping around in nervous impatience. The clerk handed her the boarding pass and she tried to act as nonchalant as possible while she scanned the document. New Orleans? It took her half a second to make the connection. New Orleans meant the Mardi Gras! The metal detector screeched a loud warning and she almost burst out crying. “Please step this way ma’m” requested the security officer in a polite, clipped voice. She stepped to one side, her face blushing a furious red. He waved a hand-held scanner over her torso and the thing went nuts. “Ma’m, do you have any metallic objects in or under your clothes.” he asked. “Yes, uhm, I wear a medical brace. I’m afraid that’s what’s making the noise.” She replied, praying that he would believe her. “Company policy requires us to do a body search in cases like this. Please come with me.” He said, pointing the way down a passage. She retrieved her handbag and followed the officer. He led her to a small room and held the door open for her. “Please wait here. A female officer will attend to you shortly. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” He said and closed the door behind her. The room was bare except for two plastic chairs and a table. On one wall several coat hanger hung from a bare metal pipe. She sat down and placed her hands on her knees, trying her level best to hold back the trembling that was racking her body. After several minutes of anguished waiting a female officer finally arrived. The woman was tall with strong, almost masculine shoulders. Her hair was wound in a tight black bun and her hawkish nose gave her a aggressive, stern look. “Good morning.” she said as she entered and closed the door behind her. “My name’s Liona.” “Hello” replied Sharon, not trusting her voice to say anything else. “I was informed that you are wearing a medical brace. Is that correct?” Sharon just nodded. “As you might appreciate security is of great importance. Can I request that you remove the brace for an inspection?” she said as her sharp eyes inspected Sharon’s body. “I’m afraid I can’t. It can only be removed by my doctor you see.” she replied, cursing her quivering voice. Liona nodded, obviously this was all routine to her. “In that case I have to request that you undress for a visual inspection. I realize that it is inconvenient but I’m sure you understand that it is required.” Sharon just nodded and looked down at the floor. The moment the metal detector had gone off she’d known it would come to this. Sharon stood up and slowly took her jacket off. Liona took it from her and hung it on one of the coat hangers. Sharon could already feel herself blush as her shaky fingers worked on the blouse’s buttons. As the blouse slowly opened she could see Liona’s whole demeanor change from calm and professional to surprised and shocked. Her hard, darting eyes grew large as she followed Sharon’s hands and it was clearly difficult for her to keep her composure. Sharon slipped the blouse from her shoulders and handed it to Liona. She crossed her arms defensively in front of her body and stood staring at the floor. It was several seconds before Liona could bring herself to speak. “The skirt as well please.” Sharon imagined she heard something in the voice, something that made her even more uncomfortable than what she already was. She wanted to protest but as she looked up at Liona’s face she realized that it was useless. The hard, professional look was firmly back in place. She looked down again and reached behind her, her fingers finding the clip to the skirt. Her fingers were numb and trembling as she undid the clip and pulled the zip down. She let the skirt fall down to the floor and picked it up, handing it to Liona with downcast eyes. The shame flooded all over her body and even her feet were blushing. Liona walked around the table and stood beside her. Sharon’s hands were locked in front of her stomach, trying to cover as much of her crotch as was possible. Liona slowly walked around her, inspecting every inch of her body while Sharon kept staring at the floor. For several seconds she stood behind her, neither one of them saying a word. Suddenly she felt two hands take a firm hold of her waist. “What the hell...” she said in shock as she tried to twist around. Liona’s hands held her firmly and wouldn’t allow her to turn around. “What are you doing? Let me go!” said Sharon as she tried to push the hands from her waist. Suddenly Liona let go and stepped back and Sharon flew around angrily. Liona was trying her best to look professional but there was no mistaking the glimmer in her eyes. Suddenly Sharon felt very vulnerable. “Why did you do that? I thought it was only going to be a visual inspection.” She tried to sound angry but her voice squeaked in fear. “I don’t think that’s a back brace. I think you’re lying.” Liona replied. “I’ve worked here for years and I’ve never seen a brace like that before.” She stepped back up to Sharon and stood uncomfortably close. “I have seen other things though..” She pressed her palm against Sharon’s chest and forced her back against the edge of the table. “strange, shiny, hard...” she forced Sharon to lean back over the table, bending over herself so that their faces almost touched “kinky things. Sexual things. Erotic things.” Sharon was too surprised to put up much of a fight. How had things turned so strange so suddenly? How the hell had she gotten into this situation? What did the woman want from her? Liona moved her hand slightly and suddenly it was over Sharon’s breast rather than on her chest. “No! Get off! Leave me alone!” she protested but the woman was surprisingly strong. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and both woman jumped in surprise. “Liona, are you still busy in there? We have a second search for you to do.” As quick as a flash Liona stepped back and regained her composure. “I’m just finishing up in here Ben, I’ll be done in a minute.” They both listened as the steps retreated down the passageway. Liona turned around and faced Sharon. She was completely business-like and composed as she handed Sharon her skirt. “Thank you ma’m - you are free to leave. Thank you for your patience.” Sharon’s jaw worked in silent shock as her mind tried to come to grips with the rapidly changing circumstances. By the time she’d gotten her vocal cords working Liona was long gone. Sharon lay down on the big double bed. She thought back over the last couple of hours and sighed a deep breath of relief. No matter what her instructions were, she was NOT flying back home. It was either the bus or the train, to hell with the consequences. There was no way she was going to go through that ordeal again. Curling up on the bed she was asleep in seconds. ---------------- All the previous Articles are now available via the ASSM Archive. Look for them at: http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/ 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 E-Mail : D_Quixote@Yahoo.Com Chat : AOL Instant Messenger - D Quix Don Quixote == ____________________________________________________ Just erotic. 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