Chapter VI
For a few moment her arse hung delicately over the chair and her whole body
trembled. Slowly the force of gravity took over and she sat down with a
grateful sigh. As soon as she was seated her favorite cat jumped onto her lap,
purring and rubbing as she stroked it. "Hi Willie, hi my pet." she purred back.
"Do you know what day it is today? Do you? Today's my 70th birthday my pet, yes
70 my dear. Isn't that a long time?". She sighed and leaned back, stroking the
cat as it settled down. The flat looked so empty and lonely. All her old
friends had either died or moved away. She didn't even have children to comfort
her, how could she? She touched the hard surface under her blouse. After all
these years it had become a part of her, she hardly even noticed it any more.
At first she had hoped and longed, praying every night for what the next day
might bring. The first year had been the worst and several times she'd come
close to killing herself. After five years the messages had dried up, her
tormentor either dead or bored with her. After ten years she'd accepted her
fate, to old and cynical to dwell on the things she'd lost. Now, after decades,
she could not even remember what she'd been longing for. Again she sighed and
leaned her head back, her time was near and she had spent her whole life in the
suit. After years of avoid- ing doctors her body was packing up. She felt
certain that whatever she had could be cured - medical science had come a long
way the past fifty years - but she dared not ask for help. Besides, she was
tired. She'd be glad to go over, this life no longer held anything for her. She
just wished she could have met her tormentor. For only once she would have
liked to look into his eyes, try to find a reason for her capture. In all these
years she'd not seen him once. Several times she'd felt his presence, watching
over her like a benevolent guardian. But after the messages had dried up, the
feeling had left her as well. She was now certain that he was gone, leaving her
utterly alone. She moved her head in an at- tempt to get rid of the pressure on
her jaw. As she'd aged her body had slowly shrunk and by now she fit like a bag
of bones inside an old pot. When she was seated her body would slip down in the
suit, forcing the neck of the suit up against her jaw. It was a cruel fate that
she was always reminded of her glory days. The suit still held the perfect form
of her body in it's prime. Every day she had to look at the exquisite shell
while her real body shriveled and wrinkled like and old prune. She took one of
her knitting needles and pushed it under the suit to scratch an itch. Although
she could get some implements in quite deep, she could still not reach her sex.
She smiled to herself as she struggled to reach the itch - she was no longer
interested in getting to that part of her body anyway. The damn itch was deep,
almost too deep to reach. She pressed even harder and the plastic needle slipped
in deeper. It was pressing against something under the suit and she wondered
what it could be. Again she pressed and with a faint click the needle went in
another inch. Sud- denly her whole body collapsed as the suit split into several
parts. The cat had sprung from her lap, and for a long while she could just
stare at it, her mouth hanging open in surprise. Finally her frail heart
relaxed somewhat and she slowly tried to stand up. Her body was not used to
supporting itself and she cried in pain as her back and waist had to carry her
weight. Finally she managed to get upright and she gasped as several pieces of
silver metal fell down to her feet. They looked like old discarded pieces of a
broken pot, lying in a jumbled heap on the floor. She slowly shuffled to the
bedroom and as she moved more pieces dislodged themselves and fell out. When
she finally made it to the bedroom she felt certain she was free and she stood
in front of the mirror. Her heart was racing in nervous anticipation and she
closed her eyes to savor the moment. With her eyes still closed she removed her
clothes and let them fall to the floor. Waiting for her heart to settle she
finally opened her eyes and her mouth fell open in horror. Her breasts were two
shriveled pieces of skin, her nipples completely gone! Of her sex there was
nothing left, it had grown closed until all that was visible was the short stem
of the dildo, sticking out from a flat white piece of skin. Her skin was as
clear and translucent as smoked glass, the blue veins clearly visible as they
throbbed under the surface. For sev- eral minutes she could just stand there in
shock, too horrified to move. Then she started screaming, her anguished cry of
horror and revulsion echoing off the walls.
Sharon sat up in her bed and panted in shock and fear. Finally she realized that
it was a dream and she lay back in the bed, her heart still beating furiously
in her breast. The linen was soaked from her sweat and as the dream slowly
faded she regained her composure. She tried to get out of bed but the thin wire
had become tangled around her legs and she had to undo it first. She switched
the bed lamp on and cursed the thin black snake as she worked to release her
legs. She looked at the clock expectantly, but it was only a quarter past four
and she could not yet be released. She had only about four paces of slack, not
enough to reach anything. She could not even go to the bathroom and wash away
the awful taste in her mouth. Finally she was free and she lay back, trying to
avoid the damp spot on the linen. There was no possibility of sleeping again
and as she rolled around restlessly, the dream haunting her. Her first month
had passed, the days ticking by slowly, frustratingly - but relentlessly. She
had to face the terrifying possibility that she would spend the rest of her
life in the suit. The thought was so horrifying she started crying into the
pillow. After a good cry she lay on her side, staring at the clock. Although the
thought was horrifying she knew it was entirely possible. The last physical
hurdle - her period - had come and gone. The cramps had been worse than usual,
the bleeding heavier. She'd had the same side effects when she'd first had the
IUD inserted and she knew she'd return to normal pretty soon, maybe two or
three months. Other than those she had suffered no ill effects. She had been
very worried about spending her nights while wearing the small tri- angle. Where
would the blood go if she blocked up all the holes? About a day before she was
due she'd received a message permitting her to forgo the wire for 6 days every
cycle. The fact that he knew exactly when her period was bothered her, it
reminded her how much her privacy had been invaded.
Sharon took a leisurely stroll in the park and admired the pastel colors of the
trees. Autumn was coming and already the air was beginning to cool. It was her
lunch break and she liked to spend her hour out-doors. She'd gotten into the
routine to get away from her colleagues, some of them had become concerned
about her and if she stayed at the office they'd insist on dragging her along
for lunch. In the three months since her ordeal had be- gun she'd become more
and more anti-social. She'd even had a big fight with her mother when she'd
wanted to fly over for a visit. Sharon sat down on a bench and stared at her
feet. The fight bothered her, she'd always gotten along with her mother. She'd
become used to the suit in most physical ways, but now it was taking it's toll
on other parts of her life. She no longer craved sex every day, although she
still had a tough time during her period. She'd always become horny during that
time and because of the suit she'd had some very frustrating days. She leaned
back and let the sun bake her face. It was strange how quickly she'd adjusted
to her new life. During those first terrifying days she'd not imagined she
would adjust so quickly, and yet she has. She'd had to turn her whole life
upside down, but now she was getting used to a new routine. Sometimes she'd
still think of the suit, but by now she had to concentrate to even notice the
dildo. Another month and she would be completely adjusted. Even the routine of
plugging herself in had become second nature, it happened almost without
thought. She thought back to the nightmare she'd had. It had kept re-occurring
for a few nights until she could remember it vividly. Was it a omen? A sign of
what's to come? The fact that she'd had almost no new instruc- tions just
re-enforced the notion. The last instructions she'd had was to forgo the beach
routine for the winter. That message had been sent almost a month ago. Since
then she'd had no further contact and it bothered her. Sometimes she could
still feel his presence, suddenly she'd get that creepy feeling of being
watched and she'd know he was around. But it was not the ever-present sensation
she'd thought it would be. She felt strangely let down. Although she hated the
suit and would do almost anything to be rid of it, a small part of her had been
waiting for the climax - the moment she would be taken. The adven- ture of it
used to keep her awake at nights. What would she do when he came for her? Would
he keep her, taking her back to his house? What would he look like? Smell like?
Taste like? Would he be kind? Would he be young, old, short, tall? When would he
come? How would he do it? Maybe he'd sneak in at night, take her while she
slept? Maybe he'd abduct her as she walked in the park. Maybe he'd simply order
her to go to such and such a place - knowing that she'd have no choice but to
obey. What would he have her do for him? Maybe she'd be forced to dance for
him, the suit shimmering in the light as she twisted and gyrated her body. His
admiring eyes would follow her every move. He'd stand up, take her hand and
draw her nearer, embracing her in his arms... All these things she'd wished for
- hating herself for being so weak. But her dreams had continued and her fan-
tasies had become more and more erotic. Instead she was left utterly alone. Why
do this? Why did he take her and then refuse to have her? For the hundredth
time she was faced with the possibility that her abductor had no other
intentions but to have her denied for- ever. She felt like a prisoner, looking
forward to a life sentence in a small, solitary little cell. A single,
desperate little tear ran down her face.
Sharon sat and looked as people walked by. She knew she was going into a
depression but could do nothing about it. She dried her face with her wrist and
took out her make-up case. Anti-depressants meant doctors and there was no way
a doctor would get to see her like this. Yet she could not shake the awful
feeling of dread that was ever present in her life. She looked into a long
future of heartache and denial and it was like looking into the depths of a
bottomless pit. If only she could be free! She sighed and headed back to the
office. She'd gone through this wholes process before. The suit had defeated
her. Every attempt to be rid of it was met by hard unyielding metal. She'd had
several more attempts and at one stage she'd even bought a small blowtorch. All
she'd gained was a painful blister that had taken weeks to heal. In about the
second month her will had finally been broken and she'd made no attempts since.
The traffic on the freeway was terrible and the stop-start progress was working
on her nerves. The radio was blaring but she wasn't really listening, instead
she sat brooding, the depression slowly taking hold of her. Her boss had broken
the news that she'd be looked over for promotion - he simply didn't consider
her dedicated enough. She'd wanted to be angry at him, spit in his face and
scratch his eyes. Instead she was dispassionate, listen- ing to his criticism
with indifference. She knew she should fight, hit him back where it hurt.
Instead she just took it in silence, a strange lethargy taking hold of her. Her
life was ruined anyway - what was one more set-back? What would it help to
fight? He was the all pow- erful management, she didn't stand a chance. She
didn't need the additional grief right now. The traffic moved a few yards and
she slowly edged her car forwards. Why should she go on? Why be bothered by it
all? Her whole future was gone. For a moment she had a glimmer of hope - what
would happen if she ever met her captor? What things he could do to her! He'd
take her away, rid her of all her worries. The feeling was brief. He was a man,
and men had no patience. Three months had passed and he'd never even met her.
Obviously he was somehow impotent! She imagined her life being in control of a
sadistic eunuch and again the tears started rolling down her face. Her
nightmares had been a vi- sion, a message of what was to come. She would never
feel the warm touch of his hands, the tender kiss of his lips. She knew enough
about history to know that eunuchs used to be the most sadistic and vicious
creatures of all. They would take delight in tormenting and taunting the women
under their charge. She folded her hands over the steering wheel and sobbed
into the cradle of her arms. A loud horn behind her pulled her out of her sob-
bing and she saw that the traffic had again moved. She edged the car forward but
then she froze in utter and complete shock! Both her nipples had been brushed
by something and for a horrible moment she had visions of cockroaches scuttling
over her breasts! She let go of the steering wheel and desperately scratched at
the suit, trying to get rid of the creatures. The next moment she was right on
top of the truck in front of her and she slammed into it's back. She was so
shocked she could not move. For a while everything seemed to happen in a dream
with her watching from the sidelines. In slow motion she saw the driver in the
car behind her climb out of his car and walk up toward her. The driver of the
truck had also arrived and was inspecting the damage before looking at her
through the windshield. In slow motion his jaws opened and closed as he spoke
to her. She couldn't move, couldn't think. After an eternity a loud banging
next to her head finally managed to draw her attention and she turned her head.
The driver behind her was tap- ping at the window, his mouth silently moving as
he talked. Finally she came round and she realized he wanted her to roll down
the window. As soon as she moved her arm the spell was broken and the real
world came crashing in. The first sensations she registered was that her
nipples were still being tickled. She could hardly think straight as the sensa-
tion sent shock-waves through her body. She managed to get a hold of herself and
she wound the window down. "Jesus lady, you ok?" he asked. He was about forty
but very cute. She had to resist the urge to giggle. "Ye- yes yes, I'm ok." she
replied. The truck driver came over and she liked the look of him as well. His
belly had such a delightful way of hanging over his belt. "Is she ok?" he asked
the other man. Looking into the car he looked at her. "Are you ok?" he asked.
She could hardly think, her nipples were making her nuts! "Yes I'm ok." she
replied. "She looks ok but I think she's in shock." the first man told the
second. "I'm not in shock" she wanted to tell them, "I'm in heaven". But then
she realized that she was indeed in shock and she took a deep breath. It took
all her willpower to concentrate on what was going on. They let her get out of
the car and she walked over to the front of the car. She almost collapsed, her
legs were all rubbery. The first man grabbed hold of her arm and steadied her,
concern written all over his face. Again she fought the urge to giggle - he
must think she's unstable because of the accident! She loved the way his warm
hands felt as he held on to the her arm. She looked at the dam- age but it was
minor. Her car's grille had been dented but the truck had no sign of dam- age.
"I don't think we need to report this, do you?" she told the truck driver, her
voice sounding strangely sultry and seductive. "Your truck is fine and the
damage on my car is so small the insurance deposit alone would be more than the
repairs." The truck driver seemed relieved that she was willing to forget the
incident and he quickly agreed. She felt a pang of regret as the other man let
go of her arm. "You sure you're ok, you're as white a ghost." he asked. Was
she? She'd have thought she'd be all flushed and red from the treatment her
nipples were receiving. "I'm ok, really. Thanks for the help." she replied, un-
able to resist touching him briefly on the hand. He escorted her back to her car
and then walked off himself. As she sat in the car she closed her eyes and
gripped the steering wheel as hard as she could. During all of that the
tickling had never ceased and it had been very difficult to concentrate The
truck moved off and she gritted her teeth as she moved on after it.
Sharon reached her home and collapsed on the bed. Several times she'd been close
to coming but she had to concentrate on her driving. Now she could fully enjoy
the sensa- tion, closing her eyes as little shudders of pleasure coursed through
her body. Whatever was doing this to her nipples was doing it slowly. She
imagined two small round brushes over her nipples, slowly and deliciously
turning around and around. She could feel the wave building inside her and her
breath became ragged as it grew. She rolled over onto her back and forced her
hands in under the belt of her skirt. She wished the dildo would move as well
and she grabbed hold of the dome with both hands. Her body wanted to in- crease
the tempo, but the brushes kept going at their own slow pace. Ever so slowly she
was built up and up until she was standing on the crest of a giant wave, ready
to topple over. She squirmed and rolled her body, gritting her teeth and
growling like a cat. Finally she felt it come and her whole body arched as the
spasm took her. Her hips started pumping as her sex milked the quiet dildo. For
an eternity she rode the giant wave, gig- gling, crying and moaning all at once.
The pleasure was so intense she completely lost her mind.
After several minutes it was over and she lay on her back, staring at the
ceiling. It was the first time in more than three months that she'd achieved
orgasm and she'd almost forgot- ten how powerful it could be. She was so
exhausted she could hardly move. She felt a almost euphoric happiness and all
her troubles were forgotten. She rested for a short while but then she realized
that the brushes hadn't stopped. "Here we go again" she whis- pered happily and
hugged her body with her hands.
