Chapter V
She crested the hill and drew the reigns in. The stallion was skittish and she
patted his white mane to calm him down. She looked down the hill to the distant
harbor, and sighed. There was still no sign of his ship. Her beloved was
already two weeks late and still no sign of his galley. She turned the horse
around and headed back to the castle. Where could he be? Thinking of him made
her flush and she became exquisitely aware of the stallion's rippling muscles
beneath her thighs. She thought back to their first encounter and soon her
breathing became heavy and she was lost in a daydream. It was only when the
stallion halted that she came out of her reverie and she looked out in front of
her. They had entered the forest and the path was a narrow trail, tall trees
lining the route. A large black stallion stood alone in the middle of the path,
saddled but rider-less. Her own stallion was already snorting and pawing the
ground and she held a tight grip on the reigns. For a few moments she looked
around, searching for the horse's owner, but the forest was as dark as it was
quiet. She dismounted and tied her own horse to a tree. Calling out she started
searching, going ever deeper into the forest. She was about to turn back when
her body was rushed forward by a hard force from behind. As her feet left the
ground she screamed in terror and tried to turn around. Somebody had a hold of
her waist and in a moment she was flung to the ground. As quickly as she'd been
tackled she was turned over onto her back and her wrists pinned down. For a few
moments she fought viciously, but she was held in a firm grip. At last she was
spent and she looked up into a grinning mouth. Her assailant was seated on top
of her, his hands keeping her wrists in place. His eyes were masked and she
froze in terror. A bandit! For a few long moments they just stared at each
other, she breathing as hard as her tight corset allowed, him grinning like a
cat with a mouse. She tried to protest but he merely bent down and kissed her
softly on the lips. For a moment she struggled and then recognition came
flooding in. It was her beloved! Giggling and weeping she kissed him as hard as
she could, relief flooding all over her body. He let go of her wrists and still
kissing she embraced him, hugging him as tightly as she could. She could feel
him pulling at her coat and soon he lay between her legs, only the chastity
belt keeping them apart. Finally they stopped kissing and he raised his head to
look at her. She had so many questions, but for now it could wait. With a mis-
chievous grin he produced a small key and she grinned back at him. He fiddled
around between her legs until suddenly she felt the tension over her abdomen
released and she sighed in pleasure. For the first time in almost a year she
was without the constant pres- sure and she felt as light as a feather. He
tested her readiness with his fingers and found her as wet as she's ever been
before. He was just as ready and she quickly helped him undress, gasping as his
cock finally sprung loose from his tight breeches. Not even both- ering to undo
her corset he mounted her again, and as the hard warm flesh entered her all she
could do was moan. For a second she wondered why he was still wearing the mask
but then all rational thought left her.
From: Nobody@anonymous.net Subj: New instructions
You are to go to the beach one Saturday out of each month. You are to wear only
the supplied bathing suit. You are to stay there for a minimum of three hours
during daytime. You are to mingle with the crowd and may not attempt to hide.
These instructions include the current month.
Sharon sat back and read the instructions again. She'd written them down word
for word and by now she knew them by heart. She looked out the windscreen of
her car and onto the beach. The message had come last night, and since this was
the last weekend of the current month she'd had no choice but to come down. She
felt so nervous she was sure she was going to be sick. Just the thought of
getting out of the car was so bad she started to shiver. She'd decided to come
down early in the hopes that the beach would be de- serted. To her dismay there
was already a crowd and even more people were arriving every minute. She
seriously considered going home and trying later, but she knew it would only
get worse. Taking a deep breath she prayed her legs would hold out and she got
out of the car. She knew he'd be around somewhere and she scanned every face
she could see. A few men were glancing her way and immediately she felt her
knees go weak. Surely they must see the suit, for heavens sake it was as large
as a house! She looked down and inspected herself. She knew what to look for
and still she couldn't notice any- thing strange. Realizing that she was only
putting off the inevitable she started walking to the beach. She'd wanted to
wrap a large towel around her body but she felt certain he'd not accept that.
Instead she walked with it flung over her shoulder, carrying a canvas bag in
the other hand. She blushed deeply as several men openly stared at her body,
following her every move. She entered the crowd and selected a clear spot on
the sand. Opening her towel she sat down and pretended to stare out to sea.
That walk had been the most difficult of her life! She was still blushing,
waiting for her heart rate to settle. She had a hard time resisting the urge to
inspect herself again. Her mind was playing tricks and she felt convinced that
the suit must be visible. She rolled over onto her stomach, inspecting herself
as casually as she could. After several minutes she had calmed down enough to
think straight and she opened her bag. Three hours in the sun was going to cause
havoc with her skin and she started applying sunblock generously all over her
body. The bathing suit covered her back so at least she could get to every bit
of exposed skin. As she cov- ered herself with the cream she kept a lookout for
her captor, but nobody drew her atten- tion. Several men were watching her, but
none of them even looked into her eyes. Satis- fied that she'd protected herself
as best she could she lay down and started reading a book.
For the next forty minutes she tried desperately to concentrate on the book. She
was just getting into it when she realized that she was getting uncomfortably
hot. The black bathing suit drew the heat like a magnet and soon she was
baking. She tried lying on her back, but soon her stomach was frying as well.
She looked at the sea and realized that she'd have to go for a dip. She put the
book down, made sure nobody was staring, and casually stood up. The walk down
to the beach wasn't as bad as she'd thought and as soon as she entered the cool
water she felt a lot better. She was surprised to find that she was actually
enjoying herself. She spent a long time in the water but soon she grew tired.
The suit kept pulling her down and she had to keep kicking to stay afloat.
Finally she'd had enough and she started walking back up to the beach. As she
looked up she suddenly realized that everybody was looking at her. For a moment
she almost fainted and she then she realized that they were just facing the
water. She was merely walking into their line of sight. She relaxed somewhat
but could not resist jogging back up to her towel. It only drew more people's
attention as she came jogging past. By the time she was lying on her towel her
whole body was burning with shame. As before it took her several minutes to calm
down. Acting as if nothing was amiss she started reading the book.
Sharon leaned back and enjoyed the warm sun. Her three hours was almost up and
by now she'd regained her confidence. She'd just returned from her fourth
outing to the waves and she had to re-apply the sun tan lotion. As she
unscrewed the top she looked around and she smiled to herself. A teenage boy
had been staring at her and he'd blushed a deep red as she caught him in the
act. The teenager had quickly looked away when she'd seen him but she knew he'd
be watching her for some time. She'd always been at- tractive, but with the suit
she looked down right gorgeous. Feeling mischievous she inno- cently started
smearing her arms and shoulders, pretending to concentrate on her work while
keeping an eye on the boy. He was lying on his stomach, about twenty paces away.
In a matter of seconds his head turned back and his eyes followed her hands.
Satisfied that she had his full attention she moved to her feet, smearing the
rich cream in slow luxu- rious movements. As slowly as she could she started
working her way up her legs, spending a lot of time on her calves. Her hands
did a slow dance over her flesh, moving higher with every turn. After a long
time she'd reached her thighs and now she had the boy's full and unblinking
attention. She turned away from him, rolling over onto her side. She could
imagine the boy's irritation at having his view blocked, but she was not about
to disappoint him. With a faint smile she slowly applied the cream on to her
rump and hips, imagining the thoughts that must be going through his head. When
she was done she rolled over onto her other side and she did the other cheek as
well. She was now facing him and she took a quick look to make sure he was
still looking, Satisfied that she had his undying attention she opened her legs
ever so slightly, giving him a unobstructed view between her thighs. As
innocently as she could she started applying cream to her inner thighs, keeping
a close eye on the boy. As she'd expected he was riveted, his mouth hanging
slightly open. She could just imagine the glorious view he must have as the
black fabric of the suit stretched tightly over her dome. She wasn't at all
surprised to see his knuckles turn white as he fisted some sand in each hand.
Finally she lay back and pre- tended to sunbathe. One of his friends tossed him
a soft drink and she had to suppress a giggle as he slid over the sand to get
it - he was too ashamed to get up!
Sharon was heading home, cursing all the way. Her stunt with the boy had
back-fired and her whole body was throbbing with lust. The slow caressing of
her flesh and the adoring stares of the boy had made her extremely excited. By
the time she'd packed her stuff and left she'd been so hot she had to resist
the urge to fondle herself. She could just imagine the scene - she'd wink at
the boy, licking her lips and smiling at him. In the wink of an eye he would be
at her side, ready to become her life long slave. She'd gently take his hand,
leading him up to her car, his muscular young body following her obediently....
For the hundredth time she swore at herself and beat the steering wheel in
frustration. She'd never acted like this before! What in heavens name was going
on with her! She'd always been fond of sex, who wasn't? But what she'd done on
the beach was a first. She felt like an old whore, skillfully picking up
clients on the beach. And her body! Used to be she could go months without sex,
the occasional finger keeping her in control. Now she was so charged she
couldn't think straight! Surely the lack of masturbation couldn't have so
severe an effect? After all, some nuns spent years without even touching
themselves, and she could not even last two weeks. At last she was home and she
undressed in the bed- room. She was still as horny as ever and the sight of the
suit made it even worse. In frus- tration she again attacked the suit with her
fingers, but as before it was of no use! She stood in the middle of the room,
jumping and crying like a spoilt little girl. Suddenly she had a brilliant idea
and she cursed herself for not thinking of it earlier. She got a long piece of
rope from her secret box and threaded it through underneath the wire. She let go
of the ends and bent forward, grabbing hold of the two ends hanging between her
legs. She pulled the two ends forward and the loop of wire slid down the wire.
Wriggling her hips it finally came to a rest against the stem of the dildo and
she pulled upwards as hard as she could. It moved slightly! The movement was so
faint she could hardly feel it, but it had definitely moved! Again she pulled
as hard as she could, and again it moved. The move- ment was not nearly enough
to get off on, but it was encouraging. She flung herself onto the bed and
rolled over onto her back. She took firm hold of both ends and pulled with all
her might. As before the movement was there, but it was a minute amount. A few
more times she tried this trick, but it was useless. Soon she was too tired to
make it move and she desperately searched for an alternative. Striking upon
another idea she quickly rushed into the bathroom. She stood on the toilet and
tied the two ends to the railing of the shower curtain. Slowly she lowered
herself until the rope pulled taught and she stepped of the toilet. She was now
hanging with her full weight on the rope, and still it was not enough. For
several minutes she tried swinging and jiggling and twisting and turning - all
to no avail. Finally she was so tired she could just hang there, her feet
dangling a few inches off the ground. Sharon was now facing a new problem.
She'd tried to reach the toilet, but suddenly it was just beyond her reach. She
could place her foot on the toilet, but could not swing over far enough to push
her weight onto that leg. "This would almost be funny if it wasn't so pathetic"
she thought. Again she tried, and again she couldn't get her weight over to the
toilet. She tried to swing over by pushing away from the side of the shower but
her hand slipped and she toppled over backwards. Hanging upside down with her
head and hands resting on the floor she started to giggle. This was absurd! She
tried to pull herself up but her body was too tired to fight the stiff strip
down her back. All she could do was lay back and rest for a while. She looked
so funny, hanging upside down with her hips thrust into the air by the rope.
Her legs were hanging down the other side, making her pose in a most un-lady
like fashion. She could just imagine the firemen dis- covering her hanging
there. The great big brute of a man would stop in the door, gasping in surprise
and shock. Then he'd chuckle to himself and move over to her side. Ignoring her
pleas he'd place his humongous hands on her .... NO dammit! She uttered so many
swear words her mother would think she'd married a sailor! She rolled over and
stood on her hands. The loop of rope slipped back from her sex until it was as
high up her rear as the suit would allow. Kicking and swearing she tried to
pull away from the rope, her feet waving uselessly in the air. Finally she
realized it was useless and she rolled over again. Gathering all the strength
she could muster she gave a huge shout and reached up for the rope. She just
managed to grab it and for a moment she just hung there, too tired to do any
more. After another short rest she managed to pull herself back up. Sharon hung
from the rope and gently swung from side to side. What was she going to do?
What she needed was something to cut the rope, but where would you find a knife
in a bathroom? Suddenly she remembered the razor in her medicine cabinet. If
she could get to those she could cut the rope! The cabinet was on the other
side of the shower and she hung from one hand as she peeked around the corner.
She felt certain that she could reach it, all she had to do was push the rope
over to the other side of the railing. Reaching up she grabbed hold of the rope
and placed her legs against the side of the shower. Pushing with all her might
she was gratified to see the rope slide along the railing. She was just about
ready for her second push when the railing suddenly gave way, dumping her on the
ground like a sack of potatoes.
