The Suit chapter VII and VIII (bd, M/f) THE SUIT Chapter VII She looked up as the two technicians approached her isle and she moved a little closer to the cage's side - they sometimes briefly touched you as they went past. They ignored her and went strolling down the isle. Disappointed she stood back and rested in her harness. She'd been listening to them speak but she still had trouble with the language. Sucking on her teat she drank some liquid. Did the liquid tasted good or bad? She'd been fed the exact same mixture since birth and she had no idea how it compared with other food. She only knew there were more than one kind of food because she'd heard the technicians talking about it. She was very proud of her ability to do 'speak'. She'd slowly picked it up, teaching herself by listening to the technicians. How she longed to try out a few words on them, but the teat was never removed and she was effectively gagged. She adjusted her arms as far as the straps and chains allowed. How did it feel to have you hands free from the restraints? She'd never once been free, her hands being tied behind her back at birth. From what she'd over-heard it was to keep them from touching the equipment. She looked down at her chest. Two large plastic cups fit over her breasts, attached to her body by straps and locks. She did remember having the cups fitted, after all she'd only gotten breasts a few cycles ago. She remembered the terror, the discomfort of being fitted with the cups. At that stage she'd not yet learned 'speak' and she'd screamed and wailed in terror. Until then she'd been allowed to play and run in the holding pens out back. Although their arms had been bound she and the others had still been able to play a few games, mostly tag. With the cups had come the cages. She and her fellow captives had each been placed in a small square cage, suspended in a harness that hung from the ceiling. She doubted she'd ever leave the cage and a strange feeling overcame her, something she could not express in words. She sighed and gently swung back and forth in her harness. Suddenly the cups came to life and she gasped as the white fluid started flowing. After all of this time she could still not get used to the unexpected sensation. All around her other bodies stirred as their cups came to life as well. Two small plastic pipes ran from her breasts to a bigger pipe out in front of the cages. She could see her fluid join the supply from the others and she wondered what the technicians wanted with such a flood of white stuff. Her body made other fluid as well, but they did not seem interested in that at all. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the fluid leaving her body. The sensation was so good, and yet it made her afraid. What would happen if one day she became empty? She opened her eyes and looked down. She was very happy to see that one of the technicians had returned. She tried to smile but the large rubber teat obscured her mouth from view. Instead she leaned forward as far as the harness allowed. She knew there was a funny thing between her legs, she could see the same device between the legs of the others. It had been installed at the same time as the cups. Although she couldn't see her own she guessed it looked the same as the others, all shiny and hard with lights and knobs on top. The technician looked around, smiled at her and touched one of her knobs. Immediately a buzzing started between her legs, sending shock waves of pleasure up her whole body. Instinctively she tried to touch the thing but her hands could only flail behind her back. She moaned through her nose and swung back and forth. Suddenly the sensation was gone and with a pang of regret she looked down. The technician turned and walked away. She wondered what would happen if he ever left it on for a while. He never allowed her to find out, giving her just a few seconds of pleasure each time. The cups over her breasts died down as the last of the tremors between her legs died away as well. With a deep sigh she swung back and rested her head in a sling between the chains of the harness. Longing for some unnamed something she closed her eyes and fell asleep, her mouth slowly working the teat. Sharon sat on the sofa and morbidly stared at the television screen. Her eyes were red and tired, her hair a tangled mess. Every now and then she'd give a small little jump as if she'd been stung. Sometimes she'd jump up, walk a few circles, maybe wash her face and then she'd sit down again. For the past week she'd not had a moments rest, her nipples being stimulated the moment she relaxed. She'd not even been able to sleep properly, the stimulation continuing through the night. Except for the first hectic night she'd not once been able to come. She'd be stimulated until she was nice and hot ... and then it'd stop. Like a simmering pot she'll slowly cool down and then she'd be stimulated again! Somehow the suit knew exactly when she was cooling off. She guessed it measured the height of her nipples, or maybe the blood throbbing under her skin. Whatever way it used - it was very effective. She could spend several frustrating hours simmering away, her body ready and willing. However, without release it was inevitable that she'd start to cool down - and all of a sudden she'd be brushed again. This roller-coaster of ups and downs was taking it's toll and she was going out of her mind. Going to the office had been sheer torture. She'd get halfway down a row of figures and suddenly she'd be brushed. Of course she'd loose her place and she'd have to start all over again. She leaned back and looked at the ceiling. She couldn't understand this treatment. Why do this to her? What would he gain by driving her off her trolley? Right now she was so horny she'd kill for a fuck - literally. But why? Why force her to need what she couldn't hope to have? She'd been getting used to not getting sex, in another month or two she'd have been completely adjusted. Now she was back at step one, as aware and uncomfortable in the suit as if she'd discovered it yesterday. Maybe that was why this was happening! Maybe he wanted her needy and desperate! Maybe the perverse bastard did this just to drive her doodley! What better way could there be? Like a starving man all you did was show him the food, keep it close enough to smell and see, but not allow him to eat. It would be only a matter of days before he'd be completely out of his mind. The thought made her shiver and she curled up into a ball. Was that the whole idea? She could not believe that he'd go through all the trouble just to send her to the insane asylum! Was this all part of a mind-game? She leaned back and tried to stand in her captor's shoes. First off, he's a control freak. Obviously the typical "dominant" personality. His letters and demands had made that clear. Secondly, he was smart and crafty. The way in which she'd been captured must have taken a lot of planning. She suspected that he'd drugged her in the middle of the night. Maybe he'd sprayed some gas under the door? For all she knew he was in the flat the whole time, waiting for her! Whatever the method, he'd kept her drugged and had installed the suit in a very short time. The only question was his intentions. Was he a sadist? She didn't think so. Except for the one time she'd neglected to wear the wire she'd never been hurt. Physical pain didn't seem to be his thing. What off the stimulation? There had to be a method behind the madness. Could it be that he's using the stimulation to train her to his will? If he'd let her be she'd have become used to the suit - that much was obvious. This way he could keep her under his control. It seems he prefers using the carrot rather than the stick. Maybe he wanted her to do his bidding willingly, not because she was afraid of punishment? Right now she'd do almost anything he could possibly ask of her - as long as he allowed her to climax. She stretched herself out, her toes pointing at the wall. It was amazing how the stimulation had ruined her composure. As with the first few nights she was again super-aware. As she stretched she arched her back and pushed her hands into the air. A dark corner of her mind noticed how the suit resisted her movement, clinching her waist and biting into her fork as she stretched. Despite her state of arousal the depression was back in full force. She tried to fight it, but it was like fighting a thick black fog. For a few minutes she'd rant and rage, determined to crush her unseen enemy. Finally she'd be spent and she'd be forced to calm down. As soon as she did the oppressive black fog returned, whispering horrible dreams and visions in her ears. She gave a small jump as she was again brushed. The stimulation lasted less than a second, just long enough to draw her attention back to her nipples. That was the bloody problem with the thing! As soon as she became distracted - thinking of something else or maybe daydreaming - she'd calm down. Whenever the stimulation came, it was always a surprise. After all, as long as she waited for the stimulation, nothing would happen. Sharon looked around and made sure she was alone. She could not shake the eerie feeling of being watched and she suspected he was around somewhere. She was back in the park, her instructions sending her here early on Saturday morning. The instructions had come on the same day the stimulation had finally ceased, the previous Tuesday. After almost two weeks she'd had enough and if it had lasted just a few more days she'd have killed herself. Somehow he'd known of her desperation and it had ceased just in time. Perversely she found that she now missed the stimulation. She could not believe it, and yet she longed to feel her nipples brushed. As she drew the long dress up to her knees she cursed herself, why did she always want what she couldn't have? She felt extremely vulnerable and nervous, continually scanning her surroundings. The instructions had been clear - no under-garments of any kind. Just the dress and some light sandals. The dress had been sent to her via the usual anonymous package, part of a whole collection of objects. It was a light brown dress made of woven wool. The bodice was tight and would stretch over the suit, but the skirt was wide and long. It had no zippers, she'd put it on like a jersey, sticking her head through the narrow turtleneck. It had long, narrow arms that came down all the way to her wrists. Folding her hands under the pits of her arms she could hide her whole body from view, only her face showing. It was nice and thick and would keep her warm in the autumn cold. She took a short cable from her handbag. She looked at it for a while and cursed herself - she was actually growing horny! What she had to do would leave her completely at his mercy - the first time she'd loose all control over her fate. For a short while she debated with herself but she never had any real choice. A small black box was attached to one end of the cable, a metal clip sticking out of it. She snapped the clip around the foot of the bench, thereby attaching the cable to the bench. On the other end of the cable she attached set of padded shackles, permanently fixed to each other. Sighing she held the shackles for a moment and then she tied them to her naked ankles. With two little clicks they shut, binding her ankles to the bench. Sharon sat watching the swans glide over the lake. She'd hoped to be approached the moment she was bound, but nothing had happened. She looked down and was satisfied to see that all signs of her restriction was hidden by the dress. She slowly moved her feet, they were kept together in a comfortable but firm grip by the shackles. She could feel her feet being stopped short by the cable, she had less than a foot of play. She hated to admit it but she was enjoying the confinement, her body responding in it's usual manner. Here she was, bound and helpless in the middle of a public park and nobody was any the wiser! The park had been very quiet when she'd arrived but slowly the people started arriving. Soon she saw somebody walking down her particular path next to the lake. For a moment she'd hoped it was him, but then she saw that it was a woman, taking her early morning walk around the lake. She looked the other way but there was nobody coming from that direction either. She was about to relax when she suddenly gave a stifled little cry and froze in her seat. The woman looked at her quizzically and frowned as she approached the bench. Sharon made no further moves and the woman walked on by. Finally she rounded the bend and was lost out of sight. Sharon released the breath she'd been holding and checked to make sure everything was still concealed by the dress. As the woman had approached her nipples had been stimulated and it had made her cry out in surprise. She squirmed in her seat, suddenly both horny and afraid at the same time. She had a very bad feeling about all of this! She tried to stand up but the shackles around her ankles reminded her of her predicament. She could no longer do anything to prevent whatever was going to happen. Sharon looked up and dreaded the approach of a whole group of Japanese tourists. By now she'd spent almost two hours bound to the bench and she'd figured out the rules of the game. Whenever somebody would pass her, her nipples would be stimulated. The stimulation would grow until the person had reached the closest point and would fade as they walked on by. As the Japanese approached the stimulation began and she clenched her jaws to avoid making a sound. It felt as if a hundred little fingers was cajoling and stroking her, driving her mad. To her absolute horror several of the tourists stopped right next to her to take photos of the lake, chatting and joking as their cameras clicked non-stop. She felt certain she was going to break a tooth but she kept on biting down on her teeth, determined not to make a sound. She was about to pass out when they finally moved on and she could breathe again. That had been the longest one yet and she'd come to within an inch of having an orgasm in public! The thought had her so horrified she blushed a deep red and immediately her lust died down. She wondered how long this game would continue. She could still feel him watching and she cursed as she imagined him laughing at her attempts to keep herself under control. Suddenly her nipples came alive again. For a moment she looked up, swore under her breath and looked down again. An old man with a cane was slowly walking by and it was going to take several minutes before she'd be able to relax again. She pretended to be busy with her handbag but the tempo over her nipples kept on rising. It was driving her wild, the brushes teasing and twisting her nipples as the old man slowly made his way past her. He was taking longer than she'd expected and she concentrated on keeping her breathing under control. Finally she could stand it no more and she looked up. She almost cried in desperation and looked down again, the old man was heading straight for her bench! After several minutes he laboriously lowered himself down onto the bench and gave her a quick, shy smile. She tried to smile back but it was taking all of her effort not to cry out - two furious bees were buzzing away under her bonnet! The spasm took hold of her and she grabbed onto the bench for support. Her whole body went rigid as it swept her along and she desperately tried to keep control of the little tremors coursing through her taught muscles. Finally it was over and she collapsed back into the bench. "Excuse me miss - are you not feeling well?" a voice said next to her. She raised her head and looked into the kind old face of the man, concern written all over his face. "I'm fine, thank you." she replied, giving him her sweetest smile. "Go away, go away, go away," she thought while she smiled. He smiled back and nodded his head at her. "Pardon me saying so but you look a bit distressed. My daughter-in-law had the same look you know - turned out to be a fever. Had some strange disease for years while nobody knew it. My son, David that is, had to take her to the hospital one afternoon when she fainted............" Sharon leaned back and tried to feign interest while the voice droned on. She had no idea what he was saying, her whole world filled by two small patches of flesh. As she smiled she could feel the second climax building and she held on to the bench for the ride. This time she handled it much better, the old man didn't even realize she was a little pre-occupied. He never noticed her knuckles turn white or the sweat streaming down her brow. ---------------- THE SUIT Chapter VIII Suddenly she was awake and for a moment she was completely disorientated. Her arms and legs had been tightly bound and her mouth was gagged. For a few panicky moment she tried to fight but then she remembered where she was. Slowly her heart-rate settled down and she relaxed. The equipment and instructions for her nightly bondage had arrived three days earlier and she was still getting used to sleeping under these new circumstances. Her head was encased in a leather harness, two patches covering her eyes and a thick rubbery gag filling her mouth. She'd never liked gags and the aching of her jaws each morning has proven her dislike founded. The gag and patches were held in place by a host of straps, all attached to a broad leather collar around her neck. The collar plugged into the black box via a thin black wire. Once locked it would only release her at 5 am. Her wrists and ankles were bound by large padded shackles, a thin wire running from each set to the small black box. As with the collar they would only open at 5 am, keeping her bound throughout her night of restless sleep. She had a tough time falling asleep whilst wearing the erotic ensemble. Her body wanted to do a lot of things, but sleep wasn't one of them. The last three evenings had been a struggle of restless rolling around till she could finally slip away, exhaustion overcoming frustration. She rolled over onto her other side and tried to fall asleep again. If she could do so quickly she might fool her body and it would forget all about the .... damn. She rolled onto her back and screamed into the gag in frustration. Her nipples were already throbbing, her lust fired by the mere realization that she was helpless. Her bound wrists were pressing into the small of her back and she rolled onto her stomach in frustration. This was just like discovering the suit all over again! She couldn't find a position that would not be an erotic reminder in some perverse way. She twisted and turned her wrists behind her back. She would have preferred having her arms bound in front of her body, but the instructions had been clear. At long last she managed to slowly drift away when once again she was jerked awake. This time she'd heard what had woken her - somebody was doing something with her front door! She froze as she heard the faint metallic sounds coming from the door - what the hell was going on? Suddenly everything grew quiet and after a while she relaxed. She had just about convinced herself it had been her imagination when she heard the familiar sound of her front door opening! She had a thick carpet at the door and it made a distinctive brushing sound every time the door was opened. As she now heard the familiar sound her heart throbbed in her throat. Somebody was inside her sanctuary, invading her privacy! For a moment she panicked but then a thought came to her - what if it was him? She froze, her breath caught in her throat. It made sense, he would quietly slip into her room. Next he'll grab her as she lay on the bed, her defenseless body would quickly be stuffed into a bag. He'd drag her to his home and soon she'd be free of the suit, his warm flesh ... or maybe he'd do it right here! Maybe he'd free her right here and now, his rough hands traveling all over her body as she lay bound on the bed. Sharon got herself worked into such a state she could feel her legs quivering in expectation. After a long while of nervous anticipation and fantasizing she realized that nothing has happened. Suddenly the old fears returned. What was he up to? Was it really him? Maybe it was just a common burglar! Why was he taking so long? She could hear some faint movements in her kitchen. That can't be him! What would he want in her kitchen? It WAS a burglar! Some common, dirty thief had broken into her house and soon she was going to be discovered! What would he think when he saw her? What would he do? What a sight she must be - her perfect silver body in stark contrast with the erotic black devices on her limbs. What would go through his mind when he saw her - exposed and naked? Suddenly she blushed all over and wished she'd not rolled around so much. She was no longer covered by the linen and he was going to discover her lying there in all her naked glory! But what then? When he discovered she was not available, what would he do in his frustration? Would he use his fists, taking his rage out on her? Maybe he'd have a knife! She shivered at the thought and became seriously afraid for the first time! The next moment she felt a warm hand slide over her leg and she cried out in fear and surprise. For several minutes she rolled around, fighting and screaming. Her wails came out as soft kitten mews, her fighting made impotent by the shackles. Through the blindfold she sensed that the light had been turned on, and again she rolled around - this time in shame. The man was watching her struggle! She'd never felt so ashamed and vulnerable in her life! Not even on the beach has she been so exposed. Her hands opened and closed as she desperately grabbed the air. Here she was, not only naked but bound and helpless as well. For a while she continued her rolling and moaning but soon she grew tired and rational thought took over. She'd just settled down when he grabbed hold of her ankles, lifting them into the air. He held onto them easily while she struggled anew, her tired body unable to dislodge his hold on the shackles. She rolled over onto her back but his wrist just follow the movement. After a few seconds she calmed down, her ribs straining against the sides of their tight prison. Satisfied that she'd calmed down her tormentor placed his other hand above her knee, rolling her over with a firm push. She was too tired to resist and as she lay on her stomach she felt him push her ankles upwards until they pressed against her buttocks. The tinkle of chains should have warned her, but by that time she was too scared and tired to think straight. The next moment her wrists and ankles were tightly bound together. As he let go of her she tested the restraints but she was firmly bound in a hog-tie. She could feel her hips and abdomen strain against the inside of the suit as all her weight rested on her lower abdomen. Her spine was bent backwards in a curve, lifting her chest and knees off the bed. She felt his weight disappear off the bed as he stood up. For a while nothing happened and she started twisting and turning her fists inside the shackles. Once she'd been hog-tied most of her fear had disappeared and she knew it had to be him. He knew exactly what he was doing, he'd even brought the equipment to hog-tie her with. She turned her head this way and that - trying to locate him. He was keeping quiet and after a long while she began to feel convinced that he'd left. She moaned into the gag - the bondage and excitement had set her whole body on fire. Where was he? She was extremely exited by the prospect of what lay ahead. If he was to have her he'd have to remove the suit! She twisted her hips and rubbed her thighs together, nervous sexual energy coursing through her like electricity. She toppled over from her stomach on to her side. As she lay there she slowly became worried. Why wasn't he touching her? Was he still in the room? She moved as much as the bondage allowed, her breathing ragged and exited. Finally she could stand it no more and she pulled as hard as she could, every muscle, every tendon straining against her confinement. For a while she kept it up, her body a bowstring of tension, pulling desperately to free her hands. But muscle and tendons can't defeat cold hard steel and soon she had to let go, defeated. She rested her head uncomfortably on the bed and breathed deeply through her nose. He gently placed his warm hand on her naked buttock, making her jump. She was so tired she could hardly move and yet she felt little spasms of pleasure course through the tired muscle under his hand. He sat down next to her and gently rolled her over from her side onto her stomach. She moaned into the gag - she was so ready for him! He slowly slid his hand down her butt crack, following the wire as it went down. The sensation was pure heaven and she arched her back even further, her butt cheeks squeezing his fingers. He slowly forced his hand in deeper until it was cupping her dome from behind, the warm flesh between her thighs driving her wild! She felt his weight shift and he bent down next to her. With his other hand her brushed her hair away, exposing her collared neck. She gasped as his warm breath tickled her ear and he gently covered it with kisses. His arms slipped in around her waist, just below her breasts. All she could do was moan as his feather light kisses covered her neck and ear. Suddenly she was lifted bodily into the air, surprising and disorientating her completely. For a panicky few moments it felt as if she was flying through space! He lifted her upright, balancing her body on his hand between her thighs. His other hand was still holding onto her chest and kept her balanced. She'd never been manhandled like this, and the feeling of losing all control was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. He was still seated and he lowered her until her knees rested on the top of his thighs. He freed his hand from between her cheeks and started roaming her body. After several detours both hands ended up around her throat. His fingers were under her chin, his thumbs placed over her spine. Gently he pressed and she tilted her head forwards as far as the collar allowed. He again kissed her exposed neck and head, sending shock waves down her spine as each warm kiss touched her for a brief moment. As he kissed, his hands slowly started roaming her body. Despite the hard metal she could feel his palms cup her breasts. She could imagine him squeezing the hard metal and she wanted to cry in frustration. For a moment he rested his hands over her breasts and then he moved on, stroking and rubbing his large hands along her sides and over her rib-cage. The suit was dampening the sensation and yet it was enough to drive her up the wall. Again he surprised her by lifting her up, his hands circling her waist. For the second time she became disorientated as her whole body was moved and rotated as easily as if she was a doll. When he put her down she had no idea which way she was facing, all she knew was that her knees were again resting on his thighs. A sudden hot breath on her cheek told her that she was now facing him, and as he kissed her nose and brow she longed to melt into his chest. His hands still had hold of her waist and now they slid down until they were holding her hips. Gently his thumbs rubbed her hip bones while his fingers dug into her butt-crack. With a firm pull he drew her body into his chest, his fingers pulling her cheeks apart. She cuddled his neck with her face, his musky odor filling her nostrils. She could smell the sweat on his body and she knew he was as exited and horny as she was. If she'd been free she'd have coupled with him long ago, instead she was forced to endure as every second built her higher in her desperate need. With her weight leaning against his chest his hands were once again free and they started roaming. Soon both his hands had slid down her hips and thighs and was holding onto her calves. Each hand took hold of a leg and he gently pulled her open. As she opened she slid down onto his lap and soon she was half seated, her inner thighs straddling his legs. She could feel their abdomens touch and she longed to feel his warm manhood throbbing against her. Instead she had to be satisfied with the empty, quiet dome where not even her outer labia could feel anything. She cursed at the injustice of it, moaning as she tried to make her intentions clear. When was he going to take her? Why was he dragging it out so much? She longed for him to free her, to give her what she'd not had for months now. She froze in shocked silence as the dildo suddenly started to move. She had gotten so used to it's quiet presence she never noticed it any more. Now she became intensely and exquisitely aware of the thin rod. It was expanding, ever so slowly growing bigger. As if by magic it's sides were filling and stretching her purse. She knew it could only be a few fractions but it felt as if it already filled her whole body! Everything else was forgotten, her whole being concentrated on the unexpected pleasure. It kept on growing until she felt she would burst. She could feel her slippery skin slide over it's surface as it expanded, filling her to beyond what she'd thought possible. At last it reached it's apex and she realized she'd bitten deep into the rubber gag. Suddenly the dildo started moving up and down and for a moment she blacked out from the overwhelming sensation and shock. She regained her consciousness in time to feel him tilt her over onto her back. She hardly noticed as he stood up, the dildo driving her crazy. It was moving extremely slowly, going up and down by only a few fractions. And yet the slight movement was enough to discover that the thing was ribbed with thousands of tiny knobs rubbing her walls. She barely noticed him lower his weight down onto her, the dildo demanding her full attention. With a bit of prodding he managed to get her attention and she opened her legs as far as she could. He lowered himself into her fork, and she groaned as his weight stretched her bound limbs to their limits. Despite the tension she didn't feel any pain, her mind oblivious to all but one sensation. She felt his hard cock throbbing against her inner thigh where it was wedged between her skin and the dome. The head was sticking out past her arse like a short little tail. He stroked her hard metal breasts and she screamed into the gag as the brushes came alive. He slowly started moving his member up and down, rubbing it between the fleshy thigh and hard dome. Soon the tempo increased inside her as well and they started rocking together, animal instinct taking over. Sharon sat bolt upright with a start. She was sweating and her pulse was racing away. At last she calmed down and she removed the restraints over her head. As usual the shackles on her wrists and ankles had fallen off as soon as the deadline passed - it was only the collar the she needed to remove herself. As she blinked in the morning light she rubbed her aching jaw, cursing the damn gag. Finally she dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. The dream had been the most erotic yet and she knew she must've come in her sleep. She longed to remember what it felt like, but as with most things the memory could not compensate for the experience. She dried herself off and looked herself over with a resigned sigh - because of the dream the day was bound to be spent in impotent frustration. She dressed and got ready for work. It was only when she made the bed that she noticed the sticky glob stuck to the linen.