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THE SUIT

 Chapter XXV


Sharon was way too shocked to say anything comprehensible. Instead she
just lay there blinking her eyes while her mind did summersaults in an
attempt to come to grips with this new surprise.
This is it! I’m finally here! 
Oh God – what’s going to happen to me?
How did I get here?
Where is here?
What is his name?
He won’t hurt me will he?
Can I trust him?
What’s he like?
Will he take the suit off?
The last thought thundered through her head like a thunderbolt,
yanking her back to reality. Ignoring the bowl of soup she quickly
lifted the covers and peeked down at her breasts. With a disappointed
groan she dropped the covers back onto her shiny, hard breasts. She
looked back down at the bowl and shook her head, the groan had
reminded her that swallowing would be a painful ordeal. As she tried
to sit up she discovered her ankles had been bound together by
something hard and heavy, probably iron manacles of some kind. She was
forced to use both legs at the same time to push herself upright. He
helped her by positioning some pillows behind her back and she settled
down. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down again. She gently
touched to aching spot at the back of her head and discovered that her
head was covered with a bandage.
“That was quite a knock you took. I’m surprised you didn’t crack your
skull.”
Instead of answering she just looked him over. He was definitely the
man from the club that has disappeared before she could confront him.
He was still as tall as she’d remembered with big hands and feet. His
arms and shoulders were broad and powerful, tapering down to a
pleasantly thin waist and hips. His skin had a healthy tan and his
jet-black hair looked shiny and clean. He had a handsome face with a
strong nose and prominent, square chin. 
As he moved his body rippled and flowed with a supple, confident grace
that she suspected came from years of dancing or martial arts.
Everything about him spoke of wealth and confidence and power. He was
exactly the kind of man she’d imagine in her dreams. 
The only thing that she didn’t like was his eyes. His eyes were steel
gray and hard. There was something disconcerting about the way his
eyes seemed to glare into her very soul without giving anything back.
The smile on his face didn’t seem to reach his eyes and she felt a
quick shudder go up her back. His eyes suggested dark secrets and
deep, dangerous thoughts. He was the kind of man you could sleep next
to for years and still you would know nothing about him.

It took a few tries before she could get her voice to work. As it was
her voice sounded weak and scratchy.
“Where am I?” she asked.
“At my place.” He said, ducking the question. Obviously he didn’t want
to go into details.
She tried a different approach. 
“And you are?”
“My name is David.”
“You made the suit didn’t you?”
He nodded yes.
“Why?” she asked.
“Now is not the time to discuss it.” He said, rising out of the chair.
“Please make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back to look in on you a
little later.”
“Where are you going?” she asked, the panic rising in her voice. He
ignored her and headed for the door.
“Why did you do this to me! Who are you? What do you want!” she cried
as he walked out. With a faint click the door closed behind him and
once again she was alone. 
For a long while she sat staring at the door, the thoughts and visions
racing through her head. After a while the dam finally broke and she
started sobbing into her arms. All the fear and stress of the last
couple of days came flooding out in a torrent of emotion and her body
shook as the sobs racked her body.

After a long crying session she felt much better and refreshed. Her
cheeks were streaked with her tears and she wiped her eyes with the
back of her arm. She decided she felt strong enough to get out of bed
so she pulled the covers to one side and swung her legs over the side.
The first thing she noticed was the thin plastic pipe running from
between her legs down the side of the bed. She peeked under the bed
and discovered that the pipe went into the top of a glass bottle. The
bottle was filled with a golden liquid and she realized it was her
urine. The pipe was fixed to her crotch with a small rubber plug and
she pulled it out easily. Wrinkling her nose in disgust she dropped
the pipe next to the bottle and focused her attention on her ankles. 
As she’d suspected they were held in the firm embrace of a set of
shiny, sturdy manacles. The manacles were connected to each other by a
single chain link, allowing her very little movement. The sight of the
shiny, smooth manacles had the unexpected effect of making her horny. 
Sharon sighed at herself, it seems even in the darkest, most desperate
situations couldn’t suppress her body’s kinky instinct to come to the
fore. Fastidiously ignoring her body’s erotic demands for attention
she slowly rose to her feet and stood next to the bed. The combined
effect of the bump on her head and her bound ankles made her sway
alarmingly and she held onto one of the bed’s posts for support. After
regaining enough of her composure and courage she took a small,
tentative hop away from the bed. She immediately regretted it as her
head started throbbing furiously from the slight movement. 
She waited for the pounding and nausea to abate before she continued.
Rather than trying to hop she opted for a slow shuffle in the
direction she wanted to go. She had to concentrate hard on keeping her
balance and by the time she’d reached the window she was sweating
profusely and her head was pounding like a sledgehammer. She rested by
sitting down on the windowsill and examined her surroundings.

The house was built in the modern style and she noticed the painted
metal pipes and iron beams supporting the roof over her head. Even
though the room had been artfully done in soft colors, the classical
furniture seemed slightly out of place in the modern setting they were
standing in. The room, and she suspected the rest of the house, had
the strong, masculine feel of its owner. 
She looked out of the window and was surprised to discover that she
was in a second story room. Her mind made a slight adjustment and she
realized that the house had to be even bigger than what she’d
imagined. There was a large lawn with a pool and clubhouse in one
corner. A tall white wall that separated it from a lush green valley
ringed the property.

Sharon lay on the bed, staring at its canopy. There wasn’t any clock
in the room and Joe had made off with her wristwatch so she had no
idea what time it was. She felt certain that hours must’ve passed
since David had left her alone and she was very bored and frustrated.
She’d already inspected every nook and cranny of her quarters and
there was nothing left for her to do. As she’d suspected her room was
locked and the only place she could go was into her on-suite bathroom.
She’d already taken a bath so there was nothing interesting for her
there either. Her room had several closets and even a dressing table
but there were no clothes, just some make-up. She was still ‘naked’
and to calm her frayed nerves she’d wrapped a large fluffy towel
around her body.
She rubbed her throat and winced as her tender skin complained. She’d
discovered a large, swollen ring around her neck where the chain had
bitten into her flesh and her neck and throat still felt tender. While
bathing she’d removed the bandage from her head and inspected the
wound. The skin was broken and she had an ugly bump but she’d survive.
She didn’t have any clean dressing so she’d decided to let the wound
air out.

For the thousandth time that day she took a quick glance at the door.
This wasn’t quite what she’d envisioned their meeting would be like.
In her dreams she was usually bound and captive, but never in a
thousand years would she have imagined him leaving her alone for hours
on end. 
Wasn’t he interested in his prize? Didn’t he want to play with his
possession?  Had she disappointed him in some way?
Sharon was no longer startled by these thoughts. The one thing that
the suit has taught her was to be honest with herself. There was no
use in denying her feelings.
Yes she was afraid. Yes she was angry. Yes he had no right. And yet...
Sharon got an enormous fright as the door opened and David entered.
She blushed a crimson red and looked the other way – it was almost as
if he’d read her mind. 

Even though she had the towel wrapped around her she still felt too
naked for comfort and she used the bedspread to cover herself. David
grinned at her actions but didn’t do anything to stop her. He was
carrying a tray with food and set it down on a small table at the foot
of the bed.
“I trust your quarters are satisfactory?” he asked, settling himself
down in the usual chair.
She nodded in reply.
“Anything you need?” he asked.
“Some clothes would be nice.” She replied, still refusing to look him
in the face.
“Certainly. Arrangements have already been made.” He replied.
“Anything else?”
She looked down at her bound ankles. They have been a bloody hindrance
the whole day but as she sat staring at their glistening metallic
shine… 
She shook her head no.
“Very well. Then I suggest we have lunch. After that you and I had
better have a long chat.” He said and started dishing up the food.


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