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THE SUIT

Chapter XXI


It was pitch dark and she couldn’t see a thing but she could hear
them. They were out there, waiting for her. She didn’t want to do this
but now it was too late to change her mind. Suddenly the giant doors
to the hanger were opened and the sunlight burst inside, blinding her.
The elephant started moving forward and she instinctively covered
herself. How could she have agreed to this? How had they managed to
talk her into this? Her eyes were becoming used to the sunlight and
she blushed as she realized just how many people there were. She
inspected the giant birdcage but there was absolutely no way she could
get out. The cage was mounted on the back of the elephant and she was
stuck inside. She had to hold onto the bars as the elephant rocked
from side to side. Suddenly a booming voice started speaking over the
PA system.
“And here she comes ladies and gentlemen. It is our pleasure to
present to you the Carnival Queen!”
She blushed even redder and looked for a place to hide her face. The
crowds had turned out in full force to see this spectacle and they
were enjoying every moment of it. She sat down the crossbar in the
cage, careful not to rest her weight on the tail of her costume.
“This lovely young lady has agreed to be auctioned in our charity
auction! Can we have a hand for the lovely Sharon!”
The crowds burst out in cheers and she gave a shy, tentative wave at
the masses. She was feeling nauseous and weak from all the attention
and she just prayed it would be over soon.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!” Boomed the voice.
“The winning bidder will win this lovely young lady to keep as his
own, personal, love-slave forever!”
What? No! That wasn’t right! She’d agreed to a single date with
whoever won the highest bid! What was the idiot talking about?
“That’s right ladies and gentlemen. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to legally own your very own love slave!”
She jumped up and pressed her body against the cold bars.
“No! No that’s wrong! That’s not what I agreed to!” she shouted but
the crowd was so loud she couldn’t make herself heard. 
“Listen to me! That’s not right! Let me out of here!” 
Nobody could hear her. The band was playing, the crowds cheering and
the crackers exploding. Her little voice stood no chance against such
an onslaught of noise.
The elephant stopped in front of a platform and she could see the
announcer with the mike in his hand. They would have to let her down
and then she would make herself heard.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Could everybody that’s interested in taking
part please step closer to the podium so that I can see you. Thank
You, Thank You.”
Suddenly the cage shook and she thought the elephant had moved but as
she looked up she saw that they had attached a hook to the top of the
cage. Screaming and protesting she was hoisted higher into the air for
everybody to inspect. With the elephant gone she had only a few thin
bars to stand on and she realized that the crowd could inspect every
inch of her body. She had nowhere to hide, nowhere to turn to escape
the upturned faces.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! The bidding will now start. Shall we begin at a
hundred thousand dollars?”
“Two, I’ve got two, three, three, four, I’ve got four hundred thousand
dollars.”
This couldn’t be happening! What were they doing!
“Six, six, seven, seven hundred thousand dollars! Eight! I have eight!”
This was insane! Where were the cops!
“I have one million dollars! Ladies and gentlemen I have One Million
Dollars!”
She looked down at the crowd. How could they be doing this to her!
“I have one million dollars. One million dollars from the man in the
Zorro costume.”
“NO!” she shouted as panic overtook her. “Not him! Don’t let him win
the bid! Please no!”
“Going once! Going Twice! No more bidders for this lovely lady? Come
on ladies and gentlemen just look at her! Nobody? Anybody? Going three
times! Last chance! No? SOLD!”


Sharon woke up from the noise of an approaching motorcar. She was
stiff and uncomfortable and tried to stretch as best she could. Lying
on her arms had made them numb and sore. A few minutes later Joe
walked into the room carrying her suitcases.
“Hi honey - I’m home.” he said and sat down next to her. As was now
customary his hand immediately went to rest on her thigh.
“Things went well, I think I got all your things. How much time is
left?” He said looking at his watch. “Hmm. Ten past four. It would
seem I’m a bit late. I take it nothing’s happened yet?”
She nodded no.
“Wasn’t the costume supposed to come off by now?” he said, his voice
lowering.
All she could do was shrug.
He reached behind her and tugged at the clasp on her back. It was
still firmly stuck. He gave her look that clearly told of his
displeasure. After several tense minutes he reached over and ripped
the tape from her mouth.
“Well? What now?” he said, waiting for her to explain.
“I swear I don’t know. The letter said that I should wait for eight
hours to pass before I went back to the hotel. That’s all I know.” she
said, her voice pleading.
“I brought all the papers with me. Let’s have a look shall we?” He
said and his voice warned that she’d better be telling the truth. He
reached down and drew a bunch of papers from the side pocket of one of
her suitcases. He started examining the documents. 
“Hmm. Airline tickets. Hotel brochure. Ah .. Dear Sharon. Blah blah
blah blah. Sharon Suiter huh? I take it that’s not your real surname?”
She nodded no. He dropped the letter and examined the next one.
“Hmmm. This seems to be it.” he said as he read. 
“Not very chatty is he?” he finally said and put the letter down.
Again he tested the clasp but it was to no avail.
“Maybe you’re supposed to plug the control box in?” she suggested.
He searched her suitcase and found the box.
“This it?” he asked holding it for her to see.
She nodded
“Fascinating.” he said as he examined the box. He plugged the box into
the wall socket and held the triangle in his hand.
“Where’s this suppose to go?” He said, still looking at the triangle.
“It plugs in at... oh. I forgot.” She said, blushing.
“What?”
“The costume’s in the way. It’s supposed to plug into the bottom of
the suit.”
They both looked down at costume covering her hips.
“Any other brilliant ideas?” he said angrily.
She shrugged. He was not at all impressed.
“You could take me back to the hotel.”
“Yeah. Right.” he replied and stormed out of the room.

She could hear him banging doors and going on in what sounded like the
kitchen. The ligaments in her arms and shoulders were complaining and
she tried moving them to get the circulation going. The next moment
she heard two faint clicks and she froze.
“Hey! HEY! I think it’s open now!” she shouted at the door. Joe came
storming back into the room and bent over her body. He pulled at the
clasp and this time it opened. 
“Well. Isn’t that a coincidence.” he said, looking at her
suspiciously. “I leave the room for a second and the costume magically
opens up.”
“I swear I didn’t do a thing. It just suddenly clicked open.”
“Hmmm.” he said, still suspicious. He pulled at the panty and that
also opened up. He quickly untied her collar and helped her to sit up.
Too late she remembered the plug and all her weight bore down on her
anus. Her spread legs made it even worse and she moaned loudly.
“What’s with you?’ he asked as she flopped back down.
She blushed and looked away.
“What?” he said, his patience running out.
“The ughm. There’s a uhm. The tail you see.” she stuttered and blushed
even redder.
He took the tail and jiggled it around, trying to discover what she
was on about. She groaned and lifted her hips into the air, trying to
get away from the torment. He was beginning to suspect the truth and
again he jiggled her tail.
She moaned louder and tried to roll away, only to be stopped by her
bound ankles.
“Please, please. Don’t do that.” she moaned, refusing to look into his
grinning face.
“Well now. What have we here? Is there something you haven’t told
Sharon?” he said, very amused by his discovery. He jiggled again and
she moaned even louder. “Please don’t. Please.”
For several more minutes he continued tormenting her, his eyes never
leaving her body as she squirmed and rolled to get away from the plug.
With a glint in his eyes he suddenly stopped and reached over to her
chest. He took hold of the ropes crossing over her chest and pulled
her torso up towards himself. Sharon gave a loud, pained groan as her
weight bore down on her rear and the plug pushed in deeper. She tried
to push herself back but Joe had a firm grip on her leash and he tied
it off to the bed between her legs. She was forced to stay seated or
she’d choke against the leash. Happy with his handiwork Joe sat
himself down behind her and proceeded to untie her hands. As soon as
her hands were free she pressed them down on the bed, trying to lift
her weight off the plug. Her relief was short lived. Joe slipped the
bra and choker combination from her shoulders and she was forced to
lift her hands so that her arms could pass through the holes. He used
the opportunity to remove her gloves as well and they joined the mask
in the corner. With her chest free of the costume he took a moment to
admire her body and the suit. He moved around to her front and tied
her wrists together in front of her body. Satisfied that her wrist
were securely bound he untied the leash and allowed her flop back onto
the bed. 
Next he released her ankles and he removed the shoes. She held onto
the head of the bed as he took a firm hold of the panty and pulled it
down towards her ankles. She released a grateful sigh of relief as the
dildo was pulled from her with a wet popping sound. The stockings were
still attached to the panty and they peeled from her legs like dried
paint. Finally free from the costume she lay still and enjoyed the
freedom. 

Joe was momentarily distracted as he inspected the plug and she
grabbed her chance. She was off the bed like a bat out of hell and
heading straight for the door. She had little chance of making it but
she knew she had to try. As her hands reached for the doorknob she was
suddenly and violently jerked back by the leash around her neck. Joe
had immediately reacted and had managed to grab hold of the leash just
in time. Sharon fell onto her back and started heaving to get the air
back into her lungs. She was seeing starts from the whiplash and her
whole body was limp as Joe picked her up and flung her back onto the
bed. While she was recovering he took the time to quickly wrap the
ropes around her chest again. This time he lifted her arms over her
head and bent her elbows back so that he could bind her wrists to the
ropes between her shoulder blades. He pulled them so far back that her
elbows were next to her ears and the ligaments in her chest were
straining. Next he quickly bound her ankles together and then onto the
end of the bed. By the time Sharon had recovered she was completely
powerless to offer any resistance. All she could do was blink and open
her mouth as he quickly stuffed it with the rag and taped it shut.
Finally he tied the leash to the top of the bed and sat down. This
time the leash was long, giving her lots of slack.
“Well now. Wasn’t that exiting?” said Joe as he inspected his prize.
Sharon refused to even look at him.
“Awww. Are we pouting? Are we giving me the cold shoulder?” His voice
was mocking her.
She shot him a look that could curdle milk.
“Oooh. And here I thought we were going to be friends.” 
Suddenly his voice turned menacing. “You’d better make the most of out
quality time together bitch. When we’re done having fun you’re going
to meet some of my associates. They’re not nearly as nice as I am.”
The words made her blood freeze and she closed her eyes in fear. They
flew open again as she felt his hands on her hips. He pulled her body
down until the leash was just beginning to tighten. He straddled her
legs and tapped the inside of her thighs.
“Open sesame.” he said, his voice playful again. For a second she
paused but the look he shot warned her off. Reluctantly she opened up,
drawing her ankles up until they also reached the end of their tether.
He sat down in the circle made by her legs and admired her body. His
hands flowed over the smooth contours of the suit, carefully
inspecting every inch of its smooth surface. He paid particular
attention to the dome covering her sex and the three little holes.
Sharon closed her eyes and tried to ignore what was going on but it
was impossible. The warm, intimate heat of his body pressing against
her thighs and the sensual friction of his hands were making her
insane. She caught her hands twitching and staining against the ropes
and she had to clench her jaw to keep still. His hands moved away from
the suit and onto her inner thighs and hips. 
“You say you’ve been wearing this thing for almost a year?” he
suddenly said, and her eyes flew open. “You must be really aching for
a fuck by now!”
She blushed and looked the other way, trying her best to ignore his
stroking hands. Suddenly he rolled to one side and flipped her over.
This time he was seated next to her as he inspected her backside.
“I can honestly say that you have the cutest butt I’ve seen in my
life.” he said as much for her benefit as for his own. Both his hands
took a firm hold of her rear and squeezed them hard. The treatment
sent the sparks flying and she pressed her face into the pillow in
frustration. He gave her back the same thorough inspection he’d given
her front, his hands and eyes covering every inch.
Finally he’d seen enough and he climbed off the bed.
“Well honey - It’s been a long day. I think it’s time to catch some
shut-eye, don’t you?” he said yawning. He pulled the bed covers out
from under her and covered her body with it. Tucking a pillow under
her head he made sure she was comfortable and headed for the door. He
was about to switch the light off when he suddenly remembered
something. Returning to her side he quickly fixed the triangle in
place and returned to the door. She’d hoped he’d leave her in peace
but instead he switched the light off and returned to bed. 
He quickly stripped in the dark and got into bed with her. She tried
her best to ignore him but he slided over, turned her over so that she
was facing him, and wrapped his limbs around her. Within a
surprisingly short time his breathing became deep and relaxed and she
knew he was fast asleep. It took her much longer before exhaustion
could suppress the hundreds of sensual signals coming from all over
her body.


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