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THE SUIT

 Chapter XXIII


Joe sat on the garage floor with his back leaning against the wall.
Between his legs lay a side grinder, it’s blade ruined. His body was
covered in sweat and he’d taken his shirt off.
“Fuck me.” Was all he could say. 
Sharon twisted her arms and tried to alleviate the stress in her
shoulders by standing on her toes. She looked down at the suit and
back up to Joe with a faint smile on her lips. He caught her look,
snarled and fled back into the house. He left behind not only the
ruined side grinder but also a hacksaw, a heavy iron file and an
assortment of smaller tools.

Sharon looked up the hook. If she could hook her legs over the
crossbeam she could hang upside down and unhook herself from the
pulley. She tried lifting her legs but the suit wasn’t allowing her
waist to bend and she could only lift them as high as her waist. She
tried it again but it was useless, the suit simply wouldn’t allow her
to bend far enough. Next she tried swinging back and forth. If she
could swing far enough she might be able to hook a leg over one of the
other crossbeams. She was just beginning to come into range of the
beam when Joe walked back into the garage. 

He was still angry because of his failure and seeing her swinging made
him turn absolutely livid. Her rope leash was lying on the bench and
he grabbed it on his way over. He was already swinging before he’d
even reached her. 
“You fucking BITCH!” he shouted as the coiled rope hit her arse with a
loud whack. The tail did little to block his fury and she arched her
back as the rope made contact.
“What the fuck do you think you’re up to!” Whack! Whack!
“Do you think you can fuck with me?” Whack!
The rope burnt across her rear like fire and instantly her eyes filled
with tears.
“Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” he shouted as the blows kept on raining down.
She coiled and twisted, trying her best to get out of the way of the
whistling rope.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
She tried screaming through the gag but all that came out was a soft
nasal mew.
“I’ll show you who’s the boss! It’s time you learnt whose in charge
here!” Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The blows kept on raining down until he was too tired to hit her any
more. Finally he stumbled back to the bench and leaned against it for
support, his chest heaving. Sharon hung completely limp from the hook,
her body too tired to struggle any further. Her upper legs and back
was burning like fire and she’d almost bitten right through the rag.
Her sides were heaving as her lungs struggled to get air past the snot
and tears in her nose. Her whole body was trembling and the sweat
glistened on her skin.

Joe had calmed down and he walked back to her but he refused to look
into her eyes. He inspected her rear and she trembled as his palms
moved over the painful welts.
“I think it’s time we both started taking the situation a bit more
seriously.” He said quietly and took hold of her feet. He tied the
leash around her ankles and pulled her sideways until she was hanging
at a steep angle towards the wall. He tied the other end of the leash
to the hook on the wall and made sure she was secure. He left her
hanging like that and a few minutes later she heard his car leaving.
She tried struggling a bit but with her feet tied there was nothing
she could do.

Sharon had no idea of time and it felt like hours before she heard the
car return. Her arms and hands had gone dead from the constant pull
but her backside was still throbbing loudly from the punishment. She
tried lifting her head but the sharp pain shooting through her
shoulders was too much to bear. As Joe parked the car and entered the
house all she could do was wait. He popped his head into the garage to
make sure she was still around and disappeared again. She could hear
him moving about but she had no idea what he was up to. After several
agonizing minutes he returned, dragging a chain after him. He dropped
the chain at her feet and walked over to the hook on the wall. He
untied the rope from her ankles and she swung down, mewing loudly from
the pain caused by the movement. In her struggles she’d lost her shoes
and now her toes could just touch the floor. Joe stood behind her and
he gave her backside a thorough inspection. Her skin burnt like fire
as his hands traveled over her tender flesh and she shuddered in pain.
Joe pulled the tape from the panty and pulled it down to the floor. 
As the tight garment scraped over her hips and buns she arched her
back and screamed into the gag. He placed the panty in the corner and
turned his attention back to her. Her eyes had filled with fresh tears
and she could feel them running down her cheeks and onto the tape over
her mouth. Joe looped the chain around her neck and locked it with a
heavy padlock. She was now anchored to whatever object Joe had chosen
as a base for the chain and she could feel by the lock’s weight that
escape was not going to be an option. He started lowering her to the
floor but her legs simply couldn’t support her weight. 
When she’d sunk down onto her knees he stopped the pulley and walked
back to her side. She moaned in anguish as the blood started pumping
back into her arms and hands. He gently lifted her into his arms and
carried her back to the bedroom, careful to avoid touching her backside.

Joe lay her down on her stomach and tied her hands to the bed. He
reached down next to the bed where he’d left a shopping bag. From the
bag he produced a tube of salve that he inspected for a moment.
“I got this from the pharmacy, I hope it does the trick.” He said and
it almost sounded as if he was apologizing. She lay her head on the
pillow and refused to even acknowledge his existence. Joe took some of
the salve and rubbed it between his hands. She had to close her eyes
and bite down onto the gag as his hands started rubbing the salve into
her sensitive skin. After a few seconds her skin started to numb and
she could relax again. Her body was still aching in a thousand places
but at least the pain on her backside was quickly abating. Joe kept
his massage slow and rhythmic and soon she was becoming drowsy. 

Joe stood up from the bed and looked down at her.
“Better?” he asked but she refused to acknowledge the question. 
He just shrugged and went into the bathroom. She heard him start the
shower and a moment later he returned. He untied her wrists from the
bed but kept them tied together. Lifting her into his arms he carried
her limp body into the bathroom, setting her down next to the shower.
Her legs were still weak and she leaned against the cold tiles for
support. 
Testing the water’s temperature with his hand he guided her into the
cubicle. She closed her eyes and stood still as the warm water poured
over her body. The shower was soothing and for a precious few seconds
she could forget the situation she was in. 
She felt Joe’s hand on her shoulder and her eyes grew wide as she
discovered that he’d stripped naked. He pushed her deeper into the
cubicle and joined her under the rushing water. She tried to avoid
looking at him but her eyes kept on returning to his naked body.
Evidently he worked out regularly because his body was fit and trim.
As he moved his well-defined muscles rippled and moved under his
tanned skin. She quickly glanced at his groin and her breath caught in
her throat as she discovered his rock-hard penis standing to
attention. Clearly Joe was very exited to see her and she blushed a
bright red. 
Sharon closed her eyes and stoically tried to ignore his presence but
her nipples were already aching inside their prisons. She turned away
from him and tried to think of something else but the next moment his
hands started rubbing her shoulders with soap. He gently washed her
neck and shoulders, his hands gliding over her skin in slow, smooth
circles. He turned her around and started removing the gag, careful
not to rip it off like he usually did. Her body was turning traitor
again and she silently cursed the dull aching in her sex. 

Joe removed the gag and gently kissed the corners of her mouth. She
rubbed her tongue against her teeth to get rid of the foul taste but
did not respond to his kisses. Instead she turned her back on him and
tried her best to ignore him.
Joe squeezed some shampoo into the palm of his hand and started
washing her hair. The slow, sensuous massaging of her scalp was
delicious and Sharon sighed deeply as she closed her eyes. Joe’s
strong, gentle fingers had a hypnotic effect and she could feel the
tension flowing out of her body. Again she sighed deeply and her
wrists slowly twisted inside the tight wet confines of the ropes. Joe
gently pulled her back and guided her head in under the shower,
rinsing the soap away. She could feel his hard member touching her
back and a quick shudder unexpectedly coursed through her body. 
She was becoming acutely aware of all the little sensations around
her, everything from the aching in her nipples to the heavy lock
hanging from her neck. It was as if her body had woken up from a long
slumber and every inch was screaming for attention. 
When he’d done with her hair Joe again retrieved the soap and
continued down her back. His hands slowly rubbed over her spine and
under her arms, down her sides and into the small of her back. She
could feel every movement of his palms over the surface of the suit
and unexpectedly she felt confined and uncomfortable in its
restrictive grip. Suddenly the waist was uncomfortably tight, the
collar around her neck too small. As she breathed her ribs strained
against the unyielding gauze and the dome between her legs felt large
and bulky. The wire through her butt seemed to have become shorter and
was biting into her flesh. 

Joe slowly worked his way down and he spent a lot of time washing her
hips and backside. He pressed his fingers into her crack and she
almost lost control, arching her back and gasping loudly. Without
realizing it she leaned forward and spread her legs slightly, pressing
her hands against the wall for support. Joe accepted the invitation
and his fingers spent a lot of time roaming through her crack, between
her legs and around the dome. He pushed on her shoulders and she bent
further forwards, groaning as the wire bit even deeper. Joe’s fingers
tried to breach the suit’s defenses and she growled like a cat as his
fingers briefly managed to penetrate under the dome’s tight seal.
Although he’d failed to reach her aching sex his fingers had managed
to touch a long forgotten section of skin. 
She pushed her backside into his hands, lowering her back even further
and spreading her legs as wide as the small cubicle would allow. She
was losing all control over herself and as his fingers poked and
prodded her defenses a slow wave of sexual energy started building in
the pit of her stomach. 
Again his fingers briefly managed to reach an intimate, forgotten
section of skin and she started shaking violently. Joe stepped up to
her backside and held her around the waist as he squeezed his cock
tightly against her arse. His cock was pressed into the cleavage of
her backside and she slowly rubbed her arse up and down against his
hard flesh. The sensation of his balls tickling the insides of her
thighs was the final spark and suddenly she could feel the orgasm
building from deep inside her. Her quivering sex gripped the rod
inside her with a ferocity that would have been painful had it been
flesh and a low, animal wail slowly built from the depths of her
lungs. Slowly their bodies rocked in unison as the throws of their
climax grew louder and more violent. Sharon had lost all control over
her faculties and as the orgasm burst forth she had no idea who or
where she was. All she knew, all she felt was the powerful wave after
wave of intense pleasure racking her body and sending her mind into
oblivion. 

They sat on the floor of the small cubicle, their limbs intertwined
like the vines of a creeper. They were both breathing deeply from the
exertion and resting their heads back against the walls. Her eyes
followed the chain as it ran over her arm onto her lap, over her thigh
and out under the shower curtain. 
She knew she should feel angry, violated, scared. She should be trying
to scratch Joe’s eyes out, not sitting here under the warm water
staring at his chest. Where had the rage gone? She had felt rage when
he’d beat her. Every lash of that rope had her mind reeling in fear
and rage and frustration. What had become of those emotions? She
looked down at her bound wrists and picked at the coils with the nail
of her thumb. Maybe she was too exhausted for emotions. Maybe the
roller coaster of the last few hours had her too disorientated to
think clearly. 
And why was her body betraying her so? She was feeling pain and
discomfort and aches and strains, but most of all she was feeling
desire. Desire to feel his hands gliding over every curve of her body.
Desire to feel him once more discover that one secret, intimate spot
she’d not even known existed. She hated this man, there was no doubt
about that. She wasn’t falling for his wry cynical charm. He meant to
do her harm and she knew it. She just wished her mind could convince
her body that he was an evil danger. 
She closed her eyes and tried to think clearly but her thoughts were
ambushed by the sensations coming from her body. Her nipples had that
pleasant dull ache emitting from them as they stood ready and waiting
to attention. Her sex was wet and slick inside, hugging the familiar
dildo in its warm intimate heat. The butterflies were fluttering
inside her stomach, reminding her of exited breathless prom nights
under the stars.
The water was getting cold and Joe stood up to close the tap. He
helped her up and they both exited the shower.

“That was … interesting” he said.
He toweled himself dry while she had to stand waiting for him to
finish. Evidently now that he’d satisfied his desire there was no
longer any need for chivalry. By the time he’d done she was shivering
and her was body covered with goose bumps. He handed her the wet towel
and sat down on the toilet, watching her intently. She couldn’t help
blushing at his apparent indifference about being naked. He sat there
as if it was the most normal thing in the world, his limp little penis
hanging between his thighs. 
Drying herself with bound hands wasn’t working and she looked at him
pleadingly.
“Can’t you untie my hands? I’m not going anywhere with this thing
around my neck.” She asked.
“No. I like seeing you like that, it’s … appealing.” 
She continued trying to dry herself but she was making little progress. 
“I need my hair dryer.” She said as she started for the door “It’s the
only way of getting completely dry.”
He caught her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap.
“Let me have a go at it.” He said as he took the towel from her hands.
He started by drying her hair and all she could do was sit and wait
for him to finish. His hands weren’t helping her state of mind one
little bit and she ached with desire. No matter how much she cursed
herself her body had other ideas. Finally he had her as dry as she was
going to get with only a towel and he made her stand up.

He led her into the bedroom and for the first time she noticed the
chain winding from under the bed, over the floor and out the door.
Evidently he’d anchored her to the bed and she could go only as far
from the bedroom as what the chain was long. He made her stand next to
the bed and quickly bound her wrists tightly to her waist. He told her
to lie down and she complied, feeling too drained and tired to do
anything else. He walked back to the bathroom and she couldn’t resist
watching his tight buns moved away from her. He came back carrying the
rag for her mouth and she immediately started complaining.
“No please. That thing’s filthy by now.” She begged, already trying to
roll away. “Please, I’ll be quiet. Please. At least get something
clean that thing tastes like mff mgmgn.”
With her hands bound she was no match for him and he quickly silenced
her. She glared at him at anger but he seemed little concerned with
her problems. He left her lying on the bed while he walked out of the
room. For a while she lay twisting her wrists in their prisons,
thoughts of revenge going through her mind. He returned a few moments
later and switched the light off as he came walking into the room.
“Mffmgmmfm!” she said.
“Be quiet.” He said as he got into bed.
“Mfgmfhmmhmm!” she said again.
“I said settle down!” he said.
“MFGMGMFFFM!!” she said.
“Dammit I said ... oh fuck!” he said as he got up again. He quickly
applied the triangle to the suit and returned to bed. He wrapped his
limbs around her and a few minutes later he was fast asleep.



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