Chapter XXVI
Sharon bit into the ripe kiwi fruit and it's tangy taste filled her mouth.
She'd never had kiwi fruit before and it was a novel experience. Her plate was
heaped with fresh fruits, a few types of cheese and several slices of cold
meats. David sat back and started eating from his own plate.
"What is it that you do?" asked Sharon between bites.
"I'm a architect with my own business." He replied.
"Did you design this house?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
As she'd expected he nodded.
For a while there was an awkward silence as she thought of something to say. She
had a million questions she wanted to ask but she was afraid he'd storm out
again.
"Tell me about the Mardi Gras. How did he get you?" he asked, solving the
problem for her.
She told him the whole story while he listened intently, nodding and chewing as
the events unfolded. By the time she'd done with her story the food was gone as
well. After taking her plate he settled down into the chair and sat staring at
her for a while. His earnest appraisal of her made her uncomfortable and she
drew the covers closer to her body.
"Has the suit been giving you any problems? Is it comfortable?" He suddenly
said, catch- ing her off guard.
What could she say? That it was making her nuts? That she longed to have it
removed? That it made her so horny she could cry?
She simply nodded.
"How long did it take to get used to it?" he asked.
She thought about the question for a moment.
"I'm still not used to it." She replied. "There isn't a day that goes by that
I'm not reminded of it."
"Good." He said, "That's what I've been hoping for."
The casual, almost flippant way he replied surprised and angered her. She could
feel the blood rising to her cheeks.
"Why? Why did you do this? What have I ever done to you!"
Instead of answering her he turned in his seat and stared at the view outside
the window. For a while there was silence as he sat there, calmly staring at a
scene he must've seen a thousand times before.
"Have you ever seen a wild stallion?" he suddenly said. Once again her mind had
to do some gymnastics to keep up. How did they get from the suit to horses?
"Yes." she finally replied. She could still remember the trip to her uncle's
farm. He had a whole heard of wild ponies roaming the mountains where his farm
ended. Sometimes they'd spot the heard grazing on the slopes.
"A wild stallion is one of the most beautiful creatures in the world. It's
powerful yet grace- ful. When you see them run you can't help but be amazed at
their speed and strength. Seeing a proud stallion makes you want to be near it,
feel it, control it." He turned back to her and stared directly into her eyes.
"The first time I ever saw a wild stallion I just knew I had to have it. I
wanted to own its beauty. I wanted to control its strength. Every part of me
wanted to be with that horse."
What was he saying? She didn't understand this conversation at all. Was he
saying she was like a wild stallion?
"I never got the chance to own that horse. I'd not yet made any money and
besides, it wasn't for sale." Again there was silence as he reminisced about
his lost love.
"Then, years later, I again found a wild stallion. It was even more beautiful
than the first. This time I vowed he'd be mine. As fortune would have it he was
for sale and I quickly bought him before somebody else could steal him away. To
me it was very important he'd be mine and mine alone. He'd never been ridden
and I swore he'd never feel anybody on his back but me." He smiled fondly a he
leaned back and closed his eyes.
"I still remember bringing him home. He was so wild! So magnificent! I wanted to
climb onto his back there and then but he'd have killed me in the blink of an
eye."
"I set out to find the best trainer money could buy. He was going to break that
horse for me, but there was one condition, he could do as he pleased with the
horse but he could not ride it. To this day that horse had never been ridden by
anyone but me."
Sharon lay down on her side with her head on her hand. She didn't know where
this was going but she wasn't about to stop his story.
"Have you ever seen a horse being broke?" he asked. "It's a brutal, barbaric
process. The horse is mishandled and mistreated for days on end. The only way
to break him is to break his spirit. You have to make him fear and respect you,
you have to convince him that you are his lord and master. It was then that I
realized that most horses are tame be- cause they are afraid. They are afraid of
going through the same treatment again so they obey." He sighed. "Finally the
day came that I could ride him. He'd put up a valiant strug- gle but in the end
there could be only one outcome to his saga. The trainer was still a bit
nervous but I was determined it would be that day. I carefully calmed him down
before I slowly climbed onto his back."
David laughed softly to himself. "I don't know who was the most nervous, me or
the horse. For minutes I just sat there on his back while his body quietly
trembled between my legs. Finally I took a deep breath and started guiding him
in small circles around the pen. I was ecstatic! I had finally achieved my
goal. He was mine! For almost an hour we continued getting to know each other
as I put him through his paces. It was the most magnificent hour I have ever
experienced in my life."
Once again there was silence as David sat there thinking. When he finally spoke
again he sounded somber and disappointed.
"When I finally dismounted I went and stood next to the trainer. He was
extremely pleased with his achievement but suddenly I felt cheated. The
stallion looked the same but some- thing had been lost. It wasn't the same
animal I had seen running wild in the fields. I paid the man his money and he
left. I have ridden that stallion a lot since then and he was eve- rything you
could hope for. Spirited, fast, brave, and yet... I had robbed him of the
quality I had most admired, his wildness. I had turned that magnificent
creature into just another horse, little better than the thousands of other
horses around the world. I had been so de- termined to own him that I had killed
the very quality I had sought from him."
For a long while there was silence as Sharon thought over his story and David
replayed the scenes in his mind.
"Is that why you built the suit? So that nobody could own me but you?" she
finally asked.
"That's one reason yes." He replied.
"But I wasn't a virgin. Why choose me? It sounds as if you are very concerned
with being the first."
He smiled at her comment. "Do you know how difficult it is to find a virgin? In
our modern society it's almost impossible. Besides, I had no way of knowing
until I actually had you and by then it was too late to turn back."
Sharon blushed deeply as she imagined him inspecting her privates.
"Were you disappointed to discover that I wasn't a virgin?" she asked quietly.
"Not in the least. I hadn't expected you to be a virgin and besides, the way the
suit is built would have meant your virginity would have been a problem."
She remembered the thin dildo in her sex and she became even redder.
"When are you going to release me?" she asked, her voice throaty and low.
"When the time is right." He said, rising from his chair.
"Where are you going?" she asked, the panic rising. "There are so many things we
still need to talk about."
"Don't worry, I'll be back in a second, I just need to fetch something." He said
as he left the room.
Sharon lay back and tried to understand his story. So he liked horses. And he
liked them wild. What did that have to do with her? The only thing she'd learnt
was that he was ex- tremely possessive about his property but she'd known that
already. Before she could continue her line of thought he returned.
He was carrying a parcel under his arm and pulling a cable behind him. The cable
was attached to a large drum that probably housed several more yard of the same
cable. The whole drum hung from a strange device that rode on the pipes under
the roof.
"This is a guider." He explained. "It runs on these pipes throughout the house,
almost like a cable cart." As he let the cable go it drew back into the drum.
She nodded, she'd suspected that the moment he'd pulled it into the room.
"At the other end of this cable goes this harness." He said, holding a jumble of
black straps and silver buckles for her to examine. "The door will only open
once you have the harness in place and you are attached to the cable. Once you
leave the room the harness will stay locked until you return and you close the
door behind you."
Sharon nodded again. This was almost surreal, he was explaining a complicated
bondage device to her as casually as if it was the radio. And she was being
turned on by it.
He put the harness down on the bed and walked to the closet.
"Every morning you will find the day's clothes in this closet. You are to wear
only what is presented to you in the morning or whatever else I supply during
the day. Wear every- thing, clothes, jewelry and whatever else I supply. Don't
leave anything behind. Once you are finished for the day you must throw the
clothes down this chute." He showed her a sliding door at the back of the
closet that opened to reveal a dark hole. "You will find some cosmetics, a hair
brush, a toothbrush and some creams in the bathroom. Please let me know if you
need anything else."
He turned to the door and prepared to leave.
"Please get ready and then come down to the main dining room. I will see to your
wound down there." He said and stepped out of the room.
A moment after David closed the door behind him there was a faint click from
Sharon's ankles. She pulled at the manacles and discovered that they could be
opened. Removing them from her legs she absentmindedly rubbed her skin as she
sat thinking.
What in heaven's name was going on? This was the second time he'd left her alone
with- out even so much as a accidental brush against her arm. Did this man have
no feelings at all? Wasn't he even a little bit attracted to her? His mere
presence was making her all hot and flustered and yet he seemed to be as cool
as a cucumber! She had not had a single indication that he was interested in
her, for heaven's sake he hadn't even stolen a glimpse at her breasts.
She stood up and walked over to the mirror. Her whole body was screaming for
attention and it felt like the first day that she'd discovered the suit. It was
as if the months hadn't yet passed and she had again just getting used to the
hundreds of little sensations her body was experiencing. She rubbed her hands
up and down her sides and shoulders, marveling at the slick, smooth sensation
of polished metal under her hands.
She struck a modeling pose, hands behind her back, her thumbs interlocked, with
her hips thrust forwards and slightly cocked to the side. She inspected herself
but could find noth- ing wrong. Despite the ugly marks around her throat her
neck was long and elegant, her shoulders strong but feminine. Her breasts
looked firm and inviting, even if they were a bit artificial. Her waist was
narrow and sleek, it's smooth, firm surface just begging to be cir- cled in his
broad arms. Her hips were strong and firm and made her legs look twice as long
as they really were.
The pose made her push her crotch out invitingly and she had to concentrate not
to touch herself. Her upper thighs and stomach made a lovely hollow bowl in
which her dome lay proudly waiting to be taken. She loved the erotic metal
glint of her sex as the light played over it's curved surface.
The metal bent down and into the intimate folds of flesh where her legs met her
crotch. She looked alluring, dazzling, delectable! How the hell did he manage
to keep his hands off her?
Finally her self-control broke and she reached out to her sex with both hands,
her fingers probing and searching for a entrance that her mind knew didn't
exist. Within minutes she was breathing hard and her face was flustered with
exertion but she had reached the level where she could simply not go higher.
Despite the throbbing burning in her sex and the agonizing ache of her nipples
she could not bring herself anywhere near a climax.
Sharon walked over to the bed and got the harness. Her whole body was slick and
sweaty with the exertion and she couldn't help but notice how her wet skin
slipped and slided in- side its prison as she moved. She held the harness at
arms length, inspecting its confus- ing jumble of straps and links. Satisfied
that she had it figured out she started the process of putting it on.
The harness started with a broad collar around her neck. It was so broad it
almost quali- fied to be a posture collar but it was soft and pliable so that
she could move her head from side to side. There was no lock that kept the
collar in place, instead the ends clicked into each other, just like almost
every other piece of bondage equipment he had made her wear. For some reason he
seemed to dislike the sight of bulky locks hanging from her body.
There were four straps hanging from the collar. One going down her breastbone,
one on either side of her breasts and one down her spine. The straps followed
the contours of her body as they made their way down to her waist where they
linked onto a broad, stiff waist belt. There was a strip running just below her
breasts around her chest. Wherever the straps crossed they were linked by
large, round metal hoops that held them in place.
From the belt around her waist three straps ran down to her crotch, one down the
center and one from either hip. These ran into her crotch, through her fork and
up her backside, splitting apart as soon as they emerged from her between her
legs. The two side straps ran up over her cheeks to join the belt at almost the
same spot they had departed while the center strap ran straight up her crack to
the belt.
At the back the strap over her spine hung down to a large ring situated right
between her shoulder blades. The horizontal strap around her chest terminated
at the ring between her shoulder blades. A short strap ran from the ring, down
her spine to the belt around her waist. The belt locked at the back with a
large metal clasp that also just clicked together. As she had expected the
harness fit snugly over her suit with no give at all.
David had also left her a light yellow sundress and some sandals. She pulled it
over her head and tied the thin cord around her waist. The dress was nice and
light and made her feel cool in the afternoon heat. She slid her feet into the
sandals and walked over to the bathroom, trying her best to ignore the
insistent pressure between her thighs. She added some light makeup and ran a
brush through her hair, careful to avoid the tender spot at the back of her
head.
Satisfied that she was presentable she returned to the bedroom and pulled the
cable from the guider. It was spring-loaded and although it unwound easily
there was a constant pull as the cable tried to roll itself back into the
guider. She pulled the cable to the mirror and the guider followed her with a
soft, oily sound as it rode on the pipe.
Sharon turned her back to the mirror and inspected herself over her shoulder.
There was no denying that the faint contours of the harness under the dress was
doing some won- derful things to her blood pressure and she swallowed hard as
she tried to ignore the erotic sight. She found the small hole in the back of
the dress and used her fingers to po- sition the hole over the clasp of the
harness. The cable terminated in a small iron tip that clipped into the belt.
She pushed the tip into the belt and a small shudder went through her body as
it joined with a faint click. Less than a second later the door clicked as the
electronic lock disengaged.
Sharon released the cable and was slightly startled as it pulled at her harness.
The cable wanted to return to the guider and its tension was transmitted to the
harness as the drum rolled in the slack. The result was that the belt and
particularly the straps over her cheeks kept on reminding her of the faint
vertical pull of the cable. Sharon set off for the door, stoically ignoring the
rubbing between her legs and the ever-present tension of the cable.
As she exited the door she was confronted with the breathtaking sight of the
house's inte- rior. She was standing on the 2nd story walkway that looked out
onto a large, open en- trance hall. The house was curved around the central hall
in the shape of a half moon. A cool, artfully decorated fishpond with exotic
plants and flowing water made up the center- piece and the roof was capped by a
high glass ceiling. On the opposite side of the walk- way an enormous wall of
stain glass windows completed the circle, closing the house around the hall.
The floor around the fishpond was laid in dark-brown tiles and the walls were
colored in a soft cream finish that made the hall seem cool and inviting. To
the left and right of her were several closed doors that led of to other rooms,
all easily accessible from the walk- way. Above her head the pipe and iron
bridgework continued and had she not known of their secondary function she
would not even have noticed it.
Still a bit shaken by the size and opulence of the house she set of to the
stairs that would take her down to the first floor. As she walked down the
passage the guider followed her like an obedient little dog. As she started
down the stairway the guider suddenly came zooming over her head and she made a
grab for the wire. Gravity had taken hold of it and now she was following it,
rather than pulling it as she had done on level ground. When she reached the
1st floor she had to guide the guider onto the right rail.
At several places the pipe rails would split or cross and unless she and the
guider was going along the same route she'd soon be forced to turn around to
correct her mistake. With a slight pull on the cable she convinced the guider
that she wanted to walk onto the first floor and they both set off, the guider
once again following her.
The first floor was clearly the dining and socializing area. This whole level
was designed to be open-plan and the one room flowed seamlessly into the next.
The front area, closest to the stairs was clearly the dining room with an
enormous table and soft, expensive carpet- ing. A few paintings and some soft
lighting gave it a friendly, inviting atmosphere. Floor to ceiling windows gave
an exquisite view of the valley and made the room feel even bigger.
Next to the dining room was the kitchen. It had no walls around it and made up
an integral part of the whole, instead it was separated from the dining are by
two counters that served as working surfaces. An enormous industrial stove and
grill stood in the center of its tiled floor, brass ports and pans hanging from
the ceiling all around the extractor fan. Two doors led off from the kitchen,
one a metal door that she guessed was a walk-in fridge and another that she
looked like the swinging doors in a restaurant.
She guessed that would lead to the washing and restroom area.
On the opposite side from the kitchen, situated more towards the windows was a
fairly impressive bar. It was made from old, dark wood and a riot of bottles
and mugs stood against the wall. This was the kind of bar that was designed to
suit even the fussiest of high-society visitors.
Deeper into this level was a combination of pool hall and dance floor. Sharon
couldn't see the hi-fi set but she had a feeling it would be the best money
could buy. There was even some disco lights installed in the ceiling. The two
pool tables had their own lighting and there was even a full sized snooker
table standing off to one side. The obligatory dart- board was mounted on a
wall, a few darts left forgotten in it's surface.
David was waiting for her at the dining table and he stood up as she entered,
holding a chair for her to sit down.
"This is quite a place." she said, "You must be doing well."
"I do ok." he said as she sat down. As her body lowered down to the seat the
cable un- wound a little from the guider. She just couldn't get used to the
harness' constantly pulling at her and she fidgeted for a moment in her chair.
There was a small medical kit neatly spread out on the table in front of him.
"I hope you know what you're doing." she said with a nervous laugh.
"Don't worry, I've done this before." he said as he pushed her head and
shoulders for- wards.
"Oh? Don't tell me you're a doctor as well as an architect?" she said, her hair
hanging down beside her face.
"No." he said with a soft chuckle as his hands gently started moving her hair
out of the way, "I was a medical corpsman in the Marines. I know a few of the
basics but that's it."
She winced as he applied some disinfectant and started to clean the wound with a
cotton ball. He worked quickly and in silence, cleaning and dressing the wound
with practiced skill. Sharon closed her eyes and concentrated on his hands and
body moving gently so close to her own. Occasionally he'd brush up against her
with his body and she'd breathe deeply to catch a whiff of his after-shave.
"So doc. Will I live?" she asked as he finished up and started packing the kit
away.
"Sure, the skin is already starting to heal and the swelling's gone down." he
replied. He left the kit on the table and walked over to the big windows
overlooking the valley. She joined him a short while later and they stood side
by side as they watched the sun slowly sinking towards the horizon.
"When are you going to release me?" she finally asked in a quiet but calm voice.
"Probably next weekend" he said after a long pause. "That will allow you to get
back to work before your leave runs out." It wasn't the answer she was looking
for.
She turned towards him and looked up into his face. "No. I meant when are you
going to take the suit off?"
"When the time is right." he said, still staring out of the window. At least he
hadn't run off again.
"And when will that be?" she asked.
"I don't know." he said quietly.
Suddenly her patience was at an end and she grew angry. What was wrong with the
man! Couldn't he see how ready she was? She walked around to his front and
crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"What is it with you? What is going on? Can't you see me or what? Am I such a
big disap- pointment?"
His eyes showed surprise as she spoke but he didn't interrupt.
"You have me! I'm here! You have succeeded dammit! You can do with me what you
want! How can I stop you?" she said, her chest rising and falling with anger.
"Sharon. Despite everything I have done I am not a rapist." He said quietly,
looking her straight in the eyes. She couldn't help thinking of the hard dildo
sitting inside of her. Tech- nically he might not be a rapist but for almost a
year he had been 'doing' it to her every second of her life.
She walked up to his chest and stood as close as she could without actually
touching him, her eyes never leaving his gaze.
"Who said it would be rape?" she replied.
David finally pulled back and they both took deep, rasping breaths. That was the
longest, hardest kiss she'd ever experienced in her life. The sun was finally
setting behind the hori- zon and the house's automated lights kicked in. Despite
their clothes, the harness and the hard suit separating their bodies she could
feel his heart beating fiercely in his chest.
With his left hand still holding her around the waist his right hand searched
for something is his pocket. She tried to see what he was up to but his hand
held the object at her back and she had no idea what was going on. She was just
about to ask him when her whole body was suddenly lifted about ten inches off
the floor.
"Hey! What the..." she said as he stepped back and left her hanging on the
cable. Her body slanted over forwards and she flailed around with her limbs,
trying to grab hold of something.
"Hey! Let me down! What are you doing?" she asked as she tried to find her
equilibrium. She was almost hanging horizontally, her hands and feet searching
desperately for something to touch. He just smiled and turned away from her,
typing something into the remote control he was holding in his hands. Suddenly
the guider started moving with a soft whine and she was carried off towards the
stairs. She cried and complained, threat- ened and begged all to no avail, David
was acting deaf all of a sudden. Moaning and complaining she was powerless to
resist as he stood watching her exit the room, a pool queue being held calmly
in his hands. As she floated towards the stairs the last thing she heard was
the loud click as he started his game.
Sharon was slowly and gently being carried down the stairs to the ground floor.
Her whole body was turning in slow, lazy circles as she struggled. She'd
stopped complaining as it wasn't doing her any good anyway. On a few occasions
she had managed to touch a wall or grab onto the banister of the stairs but the
guider was much stronger than she was and she couldn't hold on. She had to
admit that despite her fear this was a very erotic ride.
Besides the obvious pressure on her fork and the tight grip on her buttocks the
sensation of helplessness made her whole body tremble with lust. Her blood
pressure, already high from the harness's constant pressure on her thighs, had
shot through the roof when they had kissed. The ride and its effects on her
imagination were ensuring that there was no chance of her blood pressure coming
down again. Every inch of her body was trembling and quivering in nervous
anticipation. Her nipples felt like they covered almost all of her chest, their
constant and insistent aching driving her wild. Her sex was a boiling, throbbing
cauldron of lust. Occasionally and quite uncontrollably a hard, furious spasm of
contrac- tions would go through her loins as her body tried desperately to milk
the dildo. Sharon had almost no control over her hands as they roamed over her
body, coating her skin and the suit with a thin layer of sweat. The fear and
trepidation was still there, but it was slowly being overpowered by a wall of
pure lust.
In a daze of sweet agony she barely noticed the passing spectacle that was the
ground floor. She hardly noticed the fountain in the entrance hall as she
slowly drifted past it. Nor did she even blink as she rolled over the large
indoor swimming pool. The games room with its neon lights and flashing screens
distracted her for a second but was also soon forgotten.
It was only when the guider started moving towards a blank wall at the end of a
short pas- sageway that she started taking notice. She was almost on top of the
wall before it sud- denly split down the middle and the two sections moved out
of the way with a soft, pneu- matic sigh. Beyond the doors lay a dark,
mysterious passageway that curved sharply to the left as it descended into the
dark earth. As she entered the dark hole the doors behind her closed again,
shutting out the light.
Sharon's breath came out hard and rough as she slowly descended the passageway.
She couldn't see a thing but she could touch the rough sides of the passage,
her fingers rub- bing over rough, cold rock. Although by no means gone her lust
had quickly been over- powered by a new sense of fear and suspense. Visions of
mad scientists and weird ex- periments kept on running through her head. The
tunnel seemed to go on forever. Her mind began playing tricks on her, was she
still going down? How long had she been in the dark? Was she going in circles?
Sharon gave a quick whelp as the darkness suddenly split open in front of her
and light came streaming in. As with the doors she'd entered with the tunnel
had split to allow her passage into an enormous room.
The place looked like something out of a fairytale. At some stage the room had
been a normal cave with stalagmites hanging from the ceilings and glittering
crystal in the walls. Although most of the cave was still raw and untouched
there had been some substantial changes made. For one the floor was now level
and covered with a luxurious red carpet. Hundreds of hidden, colored lights had
been placed at strategic positions, bathing the room in soft, eerie light.
Several torches were mounted on the walls, their soft flames adding to the
fairytale atmosphere.
There were several pieces of furniture in the room, all chosen to add to the
atmosphere. In the center of the room stood a gigantic four poster bed.
It was the biggest bed she'd ever seen, easily twice as large as the one that
stood in her room. Next to the bed was a large bookshelf with old, mysterious
books covering every inch. On the other side of the bed stood a big old cabinet
with several drawers and doors. There was a huge oak desk, it's surface
cluttered with odds and ends, a old and scuffed poker table with a few heavy
leather chairs around it and an enormous hearth with the obligatory bear rug
lying in front of it.
The room had been created and decorated to convey a very definite atmosphere.
Deft little accessories had been added to enhance the whole experience, like
the old, faded maps hanging from the walls. Or the heavy oak trunk standing at
the foot of the bed. Sharon couldn't help but giggle as she even spotted two
sculls on the bookcase, acting as stops.
Her soft giggle turned to a loud shriek as her feet suddenly touched the ground.
She had been so busy looking around she hadn't even noticed that the guider had
let her down again. She took a few tentative steps into the room and realized
that the guider wasn't following. Instead she was given a measure of freedom by
the cable rolling out of the drum, allowing her the movement to explore. She
slowly walked into the room, her head swiveling back and forth like that of a
kid in a candy store. She didn't know whether to be fascinated or terrified.
This was either the humorous playroom of somebody with a healthy sense of
adventure, or it was the weird creation of a mind gone round the bend. She ten-
tatively sat down on the bed, her mind trying to make sense of her unexpected
surround- ings.
She hardly had time to settle down when the doors suddenly opened with a soft
sigh. David came striding into the room and headed over to the cabinet.
"Please remove your clothes and lay down on the bed" he said, hardly giving her
a glance. He sounded like a doctor walking in on a patient, all business and
efficiency. She wasn't about to bare herself in front of a stranger, not even
if he had seen her naked before. In- stead she sat and watched him go through
the cabinet's drawers.
"What is this place?" she asked instead "It's weird."
"Before I built the house there was this underground cave here." He replied over
his shoulder. "I discovered it when we did the seismic tests for the house's
foundations."
"Why the gothic décor?" she asked, looking around.
"Most of the stuff here has some sentimental value from when I grew up." He
said. "Later on I added some pieces to create more of an atmosphere."
He turned around and faced her. In his hands was a collection of leather cuffs
and chains.
"Why are you still dressed?" he asked.
"I can't just.. I mean I hardly.." she stammered, her eyes riveted on the cuffs.
"What are you going to do?" she finally managed. She didn't know if she liked
the direction things were going.
David just sighed and pulled the remote from his pocket. She was starting to
like that little black box less and less. He pressed some buttons and she gave
a little whelp as the suit gave her a quick, light shock.
"No!" she cried. Things were going very wrong, very quickly. "Don't do that
please!"
She jumped from the bed and ran to the door but they wouldn't open. While she
was banging her fists against them she was shocked again.
"Please no. Please I can't." she begged but David's eyes had turned hard and
impassive. The third shock came as she stood with her back to the door, the
tears streaming down her face.
"Ok, ok" she said, holding her hand out in a gesture for him to stop. "I'll do
it, just make it stop."
David lowered the control and stood with his hands on his hips, waiting for her.
She walked back to the bed, wiping her eyes with the back of her arm.
She was very afraid and very angry at the same time.
She stood at the bed and stepped out of the sandals. Turning her back to David
she fum- bled with the dress's cord before lifting the dress over her head. With
the cable still in place she had to let it hang from the clasp in the small of
her back. She folded her arms around her body in the classic defensive posture.
With her back still turned to him she climbed onto the bed and her skin burned
with shame. The dress hanging from her back- side reminded her of the tail at
the Mardi Gras and she started sobbing as the bad memo- ries came flooding back.
She swore she could feel his cold eyes roaming all over her back and she
quickly lay down on her stomach, trying to cover as much as she could with the
dress.
Sharon lay on her stomach, quietly sobbing into a pillow. Her wrists were bound
together and onto the bed above her head, her ankles together and onto the
bottom of the bed. Despite being stretched out full length none of her limbs
hung over the side, the bed was just that big. David had gagged her with a big
leather gag that held a huge chunk of rubber in her mouth. All she could do was
sob and quietly whimper to herself.
For a short while she had felt safe and welcome. After her ordeal with Joe she
had actu- ally looked forward to meeting David. She had felt welcomed in his
house, even if it was in bondage. She had imagined they could be friends,
lovers. Instead her life had once again thrown her a cruel curveball. Instead
of being saved by a knight in white armor she had been abducted by a madman.
She shuddered as she remembered his cold, hard eyes staring straight at her
while he pushed the little button. There was no imagining what somebody with
such eyes could do.
She groaned as she felt David sat down next to her. She wished she were back
home, safe and sound from this nightmare. Why did her life have to be this way?
Was she ever going to see her home again?
David released the cable from her back and it shot back to the drum with a loud
whining sound. She tensed as he removed the dress and let it drop next to the
bed. For a while he let his hands roam over her skin, pulling and rubbing the
harness whenever his hands moved over it. Finally he released the harness with
a faint click and he slowly pulled the jumble of straps from her body.
Sharon closed her eyes and tried to imagine being somewhere else but it was
useless. David's hands lowly and sensuously massaged her skin where the harness
had left its marks. Sharon hated every moment of it. It was causing a fierce
internal struggle with pride, fear, lust and anger all pulling in different
directions.
Her pride was shouting at her not to respond, not to give him the satisfaction
of knowing he was having an effect. This man had treated her like his an
object, like his own little toy that he could use and abuse as he liked.
Her fear was shouting at her to get out. To struggle and scream and scratch at
his face. She had no idea whether what his intentions were. For all she knew he
could be going through some gruesome murder ritual.
Her lust was telling her how good it felt. How her skin adored the sensation of
his hands moving over her backside. How her nipples were aching to feel him
squeeze them. How her sex was swelling and sweating, just aching to feel him
inside her. How could she ig- nore her lips? They longed for her to roll over
and kiss him like they had done in the dining room.
Her anger was reminding her how he'd betrayed her. How could she trust him?
The one moment he was holding her in his warm embrace, the next he was shocking
her. He was the man that kept her in agony for almost a year. He was the man
that had denied her access to even her own body.
Suddenly David rose from the bed and walked away. The move was so unexpected all
she could for a moment was to blink in surprise. She tried to see what he was up
to but her hair and shoulders blocked her sight and she had no idea where he
was. A few sec- onds later he returned and she felt him seat himself by her
side. Fear was kicking up a real fuss. What was he doing now? What was going to
happen?
David took her around the waist and rolled her over onto her back. She
complained and struggled a bit but she had no choice in the matter and she
calmed down again. She watched suspiciously as he moved down to her ankles and
untied them from each other. She moaned and kicked as he first tied the one
ankle and then the other to the corners of the bed, splitting her wide open.
She didn't like the enforced pose, it made her feel vulner- able and she tried
desperately to roll away but it was impossible. Trembling with rage and shame
she could just glare as he slowly rode his fingers up and down her fork, the
friction driving her insane.
After tormenting her for several minutes he finally stopped and sat down between
her thighs, his warm legs pressing down on hers. He watched her closely as he
slowly rode his hands up her stomach, over her sides and onto her breasts. It
took a monumental ef- fort but she managed to keep control of herself, not
flinching or even moaning once.
David climbed off her and walked away to his desk. Sharon sighed deeply in
relief and allowed herself the luxury of struggling against her bonds. His
hands had almost driven her insane and as soon as his back was turned she
squirmed and twisted her body in im- potent lust. Her whole body was on fire and
while David was preoccupied with his desk she tried desperately to touch
herself. Even the slightest touch would have sufficed but her bonds prevented
her from even rubbing her thighs together. Like a man with an un- reachable itch
she fidgeted and twitched against her chains.
David turned back to her and she immediately froze. She had no intention of
letting him know how much of an effect he has had on her body.
David returned and again seated himself between her thighs. He was carrying a
small tool and her eyes grew wide in fear as the evil glint shone from its
sharp points. The tool looked like something a dentist would use and she felt a
cold chill of fear running down her back. It was a short metal rod with a
straight point at the one side and a hooked point at the other.
The middle of the rod was rough for an easy grip but the two points were razor
sharp and thin. He took the tool in his right hand and lowered it to her body,
sending panic signals all through her body. She bucked like a wild bronco and
started twisting and turning her whole body in a attempt to escape the evil
tool. David tried to hold her down with his arms but her adrenaline was pumping
and he couldn't hold her still. In the end he was forced to seat himself on her
stomach, his full weight on her rapidly tiring body.
David started scratching at the surface of the suit with the tool and all Sharon
could was do was to struggle feebly. She had nothing left and could do little
more than twist her wrists and shake her head from side to side.
It was only after several minutes of panic induced struggling that it dawned on
her that she wasn't being hurt. She calmed down enough to watch David's work
and she was enor- mously surprised to discover that he was scratching a groove
in the suit's surface.
How could he be scratching a groove? She wondered. She'd tried everything
humanly possible to make a dent in that suit and she could hardly even make a
scratch. She watched in total fascination as David scratched a long, curved
groove down the side of her right breast. As he worked little shiny specs of
suit would gather and every now and then he'd blow them away. It was almost...
Sharon blinked with surprise as it suddenly dawned on her. David wasn't
actually making a groove in the suit, it had always been there! All he was
doing was to slowly remove a hard but thin layer of paint from the surface.
The suit obviously had a seam there, hidden by a layer of hard paint.
David blew the last of the dust away and stretched his back. For the last
forty-five minutes he had been bent over forwards, slowly working his way
around her breasts. Sharon woke from the sleepy daze she'd been in and looked
up at David. For more than an hour he hadn't spoken a word and as he sat back
he gave her a quick smile but that was it. To her surprise and consternation he
climbed off the bed and left the room, leaving her still firmly bound. Her fear
had long since vanished and she inspected her breasts in anxious fasci- nation.
From just below her collarbone the groove ran in the direction of her shoulder.
Once past her breast it suddenly curved down and followed her chest to just
below her armpit. From her armpit it ran down her flank to just below her
breast. It curved back in, following the contour below her breasts and lifted
slightly as it reached her chest bone between her breasts. From there it dipped
down again, under the other breast, up her side, over her chest and back to her
collarbone.
It formed one large, solid section that she hoped and prayed could be removed.
The pros- pect of seeing that hard surface lifted off her breasts made her giddy
and she slowly twisted in frustrated impatience. Where the hell was he? She lay
back and stared at the bed's canopy. She had waited a year for this, surely she
could wait a few more minutes. Her nipples didn't agree with that reasoning but
there was nothing they could do about it.
David returned a short while later, carrying a tray with two glasses and a jug
of lemonade. He placed the tray on the bedside table and poured a glass of
lemonade. The sight of the lemonade reminded her of how thirsty she was and she
prayed he wouldn't torment her like Joe had done.
"Not a word - understood?" he said, raising his finger into the air like a
teacher. She nod- ded and he quickly removed the gag. She didn't speak but she
had to flex her jaw mus- cles, trying to get some life back into them.
David slowly fed her some of the lemonade and before she could object he put the
gag back on. He finished his own lemonade and she trembled as she imagined what
was to come next. To her utter disappointment he climbed back on top of her but
this time he faced the other way. He bent down and this time she could feel him
scratching at a sec- ond groove running over her sex.
She sighed and closed her eyes, her body trembling at every erotic scratch he
made be- tween her legs.
Sharon was going out of her mind. David was unknowingly driving her completely
insane and she couldn't even tell him. For the last thirty minutes he had been
constantly and in- cessantly scratching at the groove between her legs, every
little movement driving her a little closer to insanity. Occasionally his arms
would tickle her inner thigh or he would rest a warm hand on her hip. It was
too much too take. Didn't he realize he was teasing her beyond her capacity?
She had been trying to move and wriggle and somehow draw his attention but he
had simply ignored her. For heaven's sake she had to be leaking juices all over
his bed, couldn't he see that? She wasn't going to make it. Any moment now she
was going to turn into a giggling, slobbering maniac, if she hadn't already.
Finally David sat back up and cleared the last specs with his fingers. He
climbed off her stomach and sat down next to her. She tried to see what he had
done but her breasts were in the way. David picked up the remote control and
looked her in the eye.
Why was she suddenly so afraid? Isn't this what she had been longing for?
Why was there this pit in the middle of her stomach? Nervously she twisted her
wrists in their prison.
David pushed a whole sequence of numbers into the control and suddenly her suit
clicked faintly. Sharon lay there with her eyes wide, her whole body trembling.
David bent over, and using the tool for leverage, slowly lifted the plate from
her breasts. For the first time since waking up that fateful morning she was
able to look down and see her own flesh and blood.
