The Suit, Chapter I - BDSM, Mf



THE SUIT

Chapter I 



The sun was baking down like a hammer on the land and she had to
squint her eyes to protect them against the glare. Again she struggled
and twisted to get free from her bonds but the rope was tied too
firmly to budge. She looked down at her sun-tanned skin and despaired
as the sweat ran down her breasts. She was so thirsty she could no
longer call for help, her dry throat aching for some cool moisture.
She looked over her shoulder to the river, less than twenty paces
away. Gallons and gallons of fresh cool water came tumbling past as
she lay dying of the thirst. She was lying on her back, tied to four
stakes that had been mercilessly driven into the ground. The savages
that had captured her had long since left, the oppressive heat and
boredom driving them away. She still only had a vague idea why they
had taken her, something about a sacrifice to the river gods. In their
warped religion they seemed to believe that a person dying of thirst
would be a appropriate sacrifice. 
Suddenly she heard the clip-clop of a horse approaching. Twisting and
turning to see who was coming she cursed as her eyes tried to focus on
the figure. He was riding with the sun directly behind him and she
could not make out any detail. Finally his horse stopped right next to
her head and it’s shadow obscured the sun. She was just able to make
out a tall man, his face obscured by the shadow of his cowboy hat. The
horse snorted at her and she tried to speak but could only croak.
After several seconds he dismounted and walked to the river. She was
still trying to call him back when he returned carrying a canteen. He
bent down next to her and slowly fed her some of the water. She drank
it so eagerly that she choked and he had to hold her head while she
coughed and stuttered. When he was sure she’d be all right he
continued giving her the water. After a long time of heavenly drinking
she’d had enough and she lay back, too tired to move. She finally
raised her head and looked around. Now that her immediate thirst had
been satisfied she could think straight. She saw him sitting against
the trunk of a palm tree, studying her body. She was suddenly
intensely aware that she was completely naked, the savages having
taken all her clothes. It took a few tries before her voice would
return. "I’m intensely grateful sir - I thought I was dead for sure."
She eventually managed. He just nodded and continued to stare.
Although her thirst had been sated her body was still burning from the
sun. "Uhm.. would you mind?" she said - nodding her head towards the
ropes around her wrists. He just sat there and looked at her. This was
making her decidedly creepy. Was he going to sit there the whole day?
"I mean the ropes, would you mind cutting the ropes?" she said. For a
few more minutes he just sat there. Finally he raised himself with a
grunt. Walking over to her he said in a quiet voice "I see the
Nkulikuli tribe’s up to their old tricks again." With that he reached
over and took the reigns of his horse. He casually led it down to the
water and let it drink. For a few moments she was to surprised to
speak, but then she realized that he might be leaving soon. "Sir
please, please sir I beg of you" she pleaded. He just stood there with
his back to her while the horse drank it’s fill. For several minutes
she pleaded desperately but he would not even turn around. Finally he
started to walk his horse away. She was now shouting her pleas to him,
the ropes creaking as she twisted and fought to be free. She could not
believe what was happening. He led his horse over to a small glade and
removed the saddle. Taking his time he made sure his horse was cared
for and then he casually walked over to her. He sat down on his
haunches next to her as she cried in relief at his return. 
"It’s not a good idea to mess with the Nkulikuli’s," he said "they
might not like it if I rescued their sacrifice." She was now sobbing
full blast, the salty tears rolling from her face. "Please sir please,
please please..." she begged. Suddenly she felt his cool palm on her
stomach, innocently and quietly lying there. She stopped crying and
blinked away the tears. He was staring deep into her eyes and she
could immediately feel herself blushing. Raised in the strict catholic
tradition she was not versed in the ways of sex and she could only
stutter. Despite her predicament she could feel her nipples begin to
throb. She looked down and saw her breasts standing to attention, her
hot nipples ready for his touch. For a long while he just sat there,
his hand gently resting on her stomach. Finally she managed get the
words out. 
"Sir anything, anything, just get me out of this please." He did not
move. "Are you offering me your body?" he asked. "Yes sir, my body. My
body for my freedom sir." she replied. Her voice was now quivering but
it was no longer just from fear. He stretched out next to her, lying
on his side with his arm under his body to keep his chest raised. His
other hand slowly slid over her skin, up to her breasts. She sighed
deeply as his cool rough skin slid over her nipple. For a moment he
let his arm lay on her breast and then it continued upwards, slowly
following her arm till it reached her wrist. He rubbed and teased the
inflamed skin next to the tight coils of rope. 
"Why would I want to bargain over your body? I can easily have you and
still be on my way. That way the Nkulikuli could not possibly object."
he said, looking her straight in the eye. It took her a few seconds to
get over the delicious path of his hand before she could reply. She
realized that he was right and she grew afraid again. . 
"I have nothing to offer sir. My body is all I have left." she
stammered. It would make good sense for him to have her and leave her,
the Nkulikuli was notoriously dangerous. "Please sir, please, what
more can I offer you?" she asked as the tears started welling up
again. Slowly he slid his hand down from her wrist. As it traveled
down her body she could not help arching her back and pressing her
breast into his hand. Down it slipped, over her stomach until it
rested on her sex. Slowly he teased and stroked her until she was
squirming and gasping, fighting the bonds all the way. "Please oh
please" she begged, no longer concerned with her freedom, just that
delicious finger driving her out of her mind. Suddenly he stopped and
removed his hand. She immediately twisted her whole body, pushing her
hips in his direction as far as the ropes would allow. He lowered his
head till it was next to her ear. "The price for your life is your
life." he whispered. "You’ll be mine for ever, to do with as I decide.
Is it a deal?" She could not even speak, she’d hardly heard his words.
She just nodded and twisted her hips even further. Smiling he rolled
over onto her and kissed her deeply. It took him but a few moments to
drive her completely beyond reasonable thought.  

Sharon slowly woke to the busy sounds of the city. She was sweating
and panting like a horse. She opened her eyes, groaned in pain and
closed them again. Her head was pounding and she felt as sick as a
dog. Cursing she rolled onto her side, but the nausea would not go
away. Slowly she opened her eyes again and waited for the room to stop
spinning. At last she felt brave enough to sit up. She felt as if a
train had run her over, and as she sat on the edge of the bed she
tried to remember what she had been up to. A wave of nausea overcame
her and she realized she was about to throw up. Drunkenly she stumbled
to the bathroom and managed to reach the toilet just in time to empty
her stomach in the bowl. Kneeling in front of the toilet she flushed
the contents away and waited for her stomach to settle. 
As the waves of nausea slowly abated her body began to send her other
messages. First and foremost was the heavy throbbing in her head. It
felt as if she’d been kicked by a mule and she leaned back until she
was seated with her back resting against the cool tiles of the
bathroom wall. She closed her eyes but immediately the room started
spinning and with a pained grunt she opened them again. She longed to
stand up and get some aspirin from the cupboard, but her body balked
at the mere thought of getting up. As she waited the headache finally
diminished to a dull throbbing at her temples. The next report that
her body sent her was of a dull ache in her sex. Despite feeling so
ill she smiled at herself. Whatever she’d been up to last night, it
had involved strapping a dildo onto herself. She did it quite often
and loved the feeling of waking up in the morning with a dildo in her
pussy. She instinctively looked down and was surprised to see that she
was wearing an old nightgown. She preferred sleeping in the nude and
she only had the nightgown for those very cold mornings when she
really needed it. She began to wonder about the previous evening and
was surprised and troubled that she could remember nothing of it. She
could remember coming home and taking a bath, but after that it was
blank. She’d had her share of rough nights before and once or twice
she’d woken up with a gap in her memory. What worried her was that she
usually could remember the parts up to where the heavy drinking began.


At long last she felt a better and she slowly stood up. Popping two
aspirins in her mouth she carefully walked to the kitchen to make some
coffee. As she moved she could feel the dildo inside her and she
absent-mindedly stroked her sex through the nightgown. She was very
surprised when none of the sensation reached her sex, instead she
discovered a hard barrier under her hand. As she turned back to the
bedroom she became aware of a restrictive tightness around her waist
and chest. As she entered the bedroom she dropped the nightgown from
her shoulders and stepped up to the mirror.
Sharon’s mouth hung open in surprise. She was wearing a unfamiliar
garment, something that definitely did not happen every day! The shock
of seeing a strange garment on her body made a cold chill run down her
back. What the hell was she up to last night? She looked the garment
over. At first she thought it might be a teddy or other kind of
negligee. It was cut like a spedo bathing suit, with a tight
turtleneck and high-cut hips. It’s surface was gauzy and sheer, the
weave of the fabric unbelievably fine. It seemed to be made of a
strange silver fabric that glittered like metal. The gauzy material
made up most of the garment but a built-in panty and bra was solid and
not see-through They glittered and shone as the light played over the
solid surfaces. The neck and arms of the suit had thin solid seams,
rounding the suit off. Turning around she discovered that the suit was
cut like a g-string that bit deeply into her butt crack. A thin wire
came riding up between her cheeks and then flared out as it reached
her tailbone. The flare continued around her waist, becoming the belt
of the panty. A broad solid strip ran from her tailbone up over her
spine to the seam around her neck. As she looked at her profile she
was surprised to see that her breasts were padded by almost half an
inch. Puzzled at the purpose of the padding she also noticed that the
surface had the faint outlines of two nipples built into them. She
cupped her hands over her padded breasts and was surprised at how hard
and unyielding the surface was.
Running her hands down her sides it felt smooth and slick, but with a
strange stiffness to it. Twisting her shoulders from left to right she
noticed that the suit was flexible, but that there was a noticeable
resistance to her movements. The suit fit her tighter than a second
skin and drew her waist in sharply. It was almost as tight as a corset
and she felt slightly uncomfortable. 
The strip down her back seamed to pull her shoulders upright and
forced her back to stand straight. Bending over she confirmed her
suspicion as the strip resisted the curve and it tried to pull her
back to her upright position. Running her fingers down the thin wire
in her butt crack, she was shocked to discover that the panty was also
rock hard and stiff. It was much harder than she’d expected and she
began to suspect that it was indeed made of metal. She pulled and
twisted at the thin wire, but it would not even bend. The movement
reminded her that something thin and hard was still stuck into her
pussy, and she tried to get to it. Rubbing her hand over her sex she
realized that her mound was covered by a hard dome. She was surprised
to discover that the dome was so hard that she could not feel the
sensation of her hand stroking her sex. A cold feeling of dread
suddenly overcame her and she frantically began searching for a zipper
to remove the garment. When she discovered there was none she panicked
and completely lost it. She could not even find a seam where the suit
would open, much less a zipper. Twisting and turning in desperation
she searched for some means to rid herself of the suit, but she could
find none. For a while she fought with her body in a blind panic but
she soon tired and was forced to calm down. Crying in desperation and
in fear she flung herself onto the bed. 

Lying on her bed Sharon desperately tried to remember the events of
the previous night. She had calmed down and had stopped crying. She
could remember nothing about going out nor anything about the suit she
was wearing. The fact that she had to concentrate very hard not to
think about the object in her pussy did not make things any easier. A
cold knot of fear twisted her innards as she realized that the suit
was deliberately constructed not to be removed. Sharon almost hit the
ceiling in fright when the doorbell suddenly rang.
By the time she had managed to put the nightgown on the doorbell had
rung three more times. She relaxing as she  realized that it had to be
her friend Anette who was at the door. She always rang the bloody
thing as if there was a fire somewhere in the building. Glancing at
the mirror she realized that the suit was visible through the cleavage
of the nightgown. Blushing a crimson red at the thought of being
discovered in the exotic garment she looked for something else to
wear. After several hasty experiments she settled on an old T-shirt to
cover her chest and neck. It was almost the only thing in her whole
closet that was high enough to hide the suit. A part of her
distractedly admired the effect the suit had on her breasts, not only
were they bigger, they looked hard and firm. Wearing the nightgown
over the T-shirt she walked to the door. 
By the time she opened the door Anette had rung the bell more that a
dozen times. She came bouncing into the room with her usual vigor and
excitement. 
"So babes, how’s it hanging?" she joked as she came in. She gave
Sharon a quick peck on the cheek and stormed into the kitchen. She and
Anette had experimented together when they were young and although
they both decided to stay hetro, they still had a close relationship.
Sharon blushed as she realized how close she’d come to Anette giving
her a hug. She would immediately have felt the hard pressure of
Sharon’s breasts. 
"Jeesh girl, you look like a wreck" Anette said as she poured them
each a cup of coffee, "You sick or what?". Sharon collapsed on her
couch and looked at Anette. Perversely a part of her wondered if she’d
notice her bigger breasts. 
"I’m OK, I just had a rough night." she replied. Anette came over with
the coffee and sat down across from her. 
"So you going to tell me who he is or am I going to have to drag it
out of you?" She said with a mischievous smile.
"What do you mean?" Sharon replied, genuinely confused by the
question. 
"I mean who is he? You disappear for two days without saying anything
to anyone. You must’ve gone away with a lover or something. So come
on, own up, who’s he and why haven’t you told me about him?" she said,
leaning over in a conspiratory way. Sharon sat in shocked silence.
She’d not heard a word beyond the 'two days' bit and she was
thoroughly confused. After several seconds she noticed Anette looking
at her expectantly.
"Uhm.. I’m a bit out of it Anette - what day is it today?" she
replied, ignoring Anette’s mischievous grin. Anette sat back and
looked genuinely surprised. "Fuck me! You must really have had a rave.
It’s Sunday of course" She replied. Sharon felt her world come
crashing down. The last thing she could remember was coming home on
Thursday evening and taking a bath. Two full days had been cut out of
her life and she shivered at the thought. All of a sudden she felt
sick all over again.

Sharon sat on her bed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her
left leg was dangling off the edge of the bed while her right was
tucked under her left knee. She had removed the nightgown, but was
still wearing the T-shirt. She still felt slightly nauseous, and
looking at her reflection she realized that she looked the part. Her
hair was in a mess and her skin was pale and stretched. 
It had taken a while to get rid of Anette. She’d been surprised and
offended by Sharon’s unwillingness to talk. After almost an hour of
prodding and probing she’d finally left in a flurry of anger, hurt
that Sharon would keep the details from her. Sharon felt too tired to
dwell on the incident. The stress and shock was taking it’s strain and
she could not deal with Anette’s hurt emotions as well. Besides, she
did not have a plausible explanation for her sudden disappearance.
For the first time she looked at herself in a almost detached and
critical manner. She could not believe how well the suit fit her body.
For practical purposes she was wearing a corset, bra and chastity belt
at the same time and yet it was so smooth and tight that it was
invisible. The thought of a chastity belt gave her a start and she
became uncomfortable. Where did that thought come from? Was that what
she was wearing? A modern-day chastity belt? The idea made her so
distressed she stood up and walked around the room.
Finally she ended up in front of the mirror. She hugged her body with
her hands and stood looking at herself. The only sign that all was not
well was the glint of metal from between her legs. She’d not really
had a chance to think about her predicament, and now she mulled it
over in her mind. She had obviously been abducted and had been kept
drugged for two whole days. Whomever had taken her had for some reason
seen fit to encase her body in a strange suit that she was unable to
remove. Sharon tried desperately to think of a reason for doing this,
but she soon realized that it was futile. The whole situation seemed
to be frustratingly illogical. All she had to go on was that her
captor had obviously added some sexual overtones to the suit as well.
It was hard to ignore the dildo and the padding over her breasts. 
Sharon suddenly realized that she had absentmindedly been stroking the
inside of her thigh. She was surprised and angry to find that she was
aroused by the whole experience. Her body was not only responding to
the stimulation, but in the dark deep recesses of her mind her erotic
dreams had also come alive. For a while she stared at the foreign
glint of metal coming from between her legs. It looks so strange and
yet... alluring? She hated to admit it, but it was a pretty erotic
sight. She turned around and admired her rear. She could see no sign
of the suit. The thin wire ran deep in her crack and emerged high up
in her tail-bone where the T-shirt hid it from view. She moved her
body a bit and tested the resistance of the suit. It was
uncomfortable, the waist was to tight and the wire up her crack took
some getting used to. She slid her hands under her T-shirt and cupped
her breasts. Again she was surprised at the hard foreign resistance to
her touch. She scratched the false nipples but not even a hint of
sensation was transmitted through the suit. She had wanted to examine
the suit more closely, but there was not much more to discover. Using
her fingers she found three small holes at the bottom of the suit,
positioned under the dome. Except for the holes the suit was as smooth
as glass, no trace of a seam or a break could be felt. It was only
then that another worry started to nag at her, how would she urinate.
She could not imagine urinating while wearing a garment, much less
with a dildo in her sex.
With the worry still nagging at her mind she decided to investigate
the holes. She managed to find a paperclip and straightened it out.
She stuck it into all three holes, but it would not go in. She
presumed the holes were either a decoy or they were blocked by
something. Dejected and emotionally spent she lay down on the bed and
almost immediately fell asleep.