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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.

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