For a few moment her arse hung delicately over the chair and her whole

body trembled. Slowly the force of gravity took over and she sat down

with a grateful sigh. As soon as she was seated her favorite cat jumped

onto her lap, purring and rubbing as she stroked it. "Hi Willie, hi my

pet." she purred back. "Do you know what day it is today? Do you?

Today's my 70th birthday my pet, yes 70 my dear. Isn't that a long

time?". She sighed and leaned back, stroking the cat as it settled down.

The flat looked so empty and lonely. All her old friends had either died

or moved away. She didn't even have children to comfort her, how could

she? She touched the hard surface under her blouse. After all these

years it had become a part of her, she hardly even noticed it any more.

At first she had hoped and longed, praying every night for what the next

day might bring. The first year had been the worst and several times

she'd come close to killing herself. After five years the messages had

dried up, her tormentor either dead or bored with her. After ten years

she'd accepted her fate, to old and cynical to dwell on the things she'd

lost. Now, after decades, she could not even remember what she'd been

longing for. Again she sighed and leaned her head back, her time was

near and she had spent her whole life in the suit. After years of

avoiding doctors her body was packing up. She felt certain that whatever

she had could be cured - medical science had come a long way the past

fifty years - but she dared not ask for help. Besides, she was tired.

She'd be glad to go over, this life no longer held anything for her. She

just wished she could have met her tormentor. For only once she would

have liked to look into his eyes, try to find a reason for her capture.

In all these years she'd not seen him once. Several times she'd felt his

presence, watching over her like a benevolent guardian. But after the

messages had dried up, the feeling had left her as well. She was now

certain that he was gone, leaving her utterly alone. She moved her head

in an attempt to get rid of the pressure on her jaw. As she'd aged her

body had slowly shrunk and by now she fit like a bag of bones inside an

old pot. When she was seated her body would slip down in the suit,

forcing the neck of the suit up against her jaw. It was a cruel fate

that she was always reminded of her glory days. The suit still held the

perfect form of her body in it's prime. Every day she had to look at the

exquisite shell while her real body shriveled and wrinkled like and old

prune. She took one of her knitting needles and pushed it under the suit

to scratch an itch. Although she could get some implements in quite

deep, she could still not reach her sex. She smiled to herself as she

struggled to reach the itch - she was no longer interested in getting to

that part of her body anyway. The damn itch was deep, almost too deep to

reach. She pressed even harder and the plastic needle slipped in deeper.

It was pressing against something under the suit and she wondered what

it could be. Again she pressed and with a faint click the needle went in

another inch. Suddenly her whole body collapsed as the suit split into

several parts. The cat had sprung from her lap, and for a long while she

could just stare at it, her mouth hanging open in surprise. Finally her

frail heart relaxed somewhat and she slowly tried to stand up. Her body

was not used to supporting itself and she cried in pain as her back and

waist had to carry her weight. Finally she managed to get upright and

she gasped as several pieces of silver metal fell down to her feet. They

looked like old discarded pieces of a broken pot, lying in a jumbled

heap on the floor. She slowly shuffled to the bedroom and as she moved

more pieces dislodged themselves and fell out. When she finally made it

to the bedroom she felt certain she was free and she stood in front of

the mirror. Her heart was racing in nervous anticipation and she closed

her eyes to savor the moment. With her eyes still closed she removed her

clothes and let them fall to the floor. Waiting for her heart to settle

she finally opened her eyes and her mouth fell open in horror. Her

breasts were two shriveled pieces of skin, her nipples completely gone!

Of her sex there was nothing left, it had grown closed until all that

was visible was the short stem of the dildo, sticking out from a flat

white piece of skin. Her skin was as clear and translucent as smoked

glass, the blue veins clearly visible as they throbbed under the

surface. For several minutes she could just stand there in shock, too

horrified to move. Then she started screaming, her anguished cry of

horror and revulsion echoing off the walls.

Sharon sat up in her bed and panted in shock and fear. Finally she

realized that it was a dream and she lay back in the bed, her heart

still beating furiously in her breast. The linen was soaked from her

sweat and as the dream slowly faded she regained her composure. She

tried to get out of bed but the thin wire had become tangled around her

legs and she had to undo it first. She switched the bed lamp on and

cursed the thin black snake as she worked to release her legs. She

looked at the clock expectantly, but it was only a quarter past four and

she could not yet be released. She had only about four paces of slack,

not enough to reach anything. She could not even go to the bathroom and

wash away the awful taste in her mouth. Finally she was free and she lay

back, trying to avoid the damp spot on the linen. There was no

possibility of sleeping again and as she rolled around restlessly, the

dream haunting her. Her first month had passed, the days ticking by

slowly, frustratingly - but relentlessly. She had to face the terrifying

possibility that she would spend the rest of her life in the suit. The

thought was so horrifying she started crying into the pillow. After a

good cry she lay on her side, staring at the clock. Although the thought

was horrifying she knew it was entirely possible. The last physical

hurdle - her period - had come and gone. The cramps had been worse than

usual, the bleeding heavier. She'd had the same side effects when she'd

first had the IUD inserted and she knew she'd return to normal pretty

soon, maybe two or three months. Other than those she had suffered no

ill effects. She had been very worried about spending her nights while

wearing the small triangle. Where would the blood go if she blocked up

all the holes? About a day before she was due she'd received a message

permitting her to forgo the wire for 6 days every cycle. The fact that

he knew exactly when her period was bothered her, it reminded her how

much her privacy had been invaded.

Sharon took a leisurely stroll in the park and admired the pastel colors

of the trees. Autumn was coming and already the air was beginning to

cool. It was her lunch break and she liked to spend her hour out-doors.

She'd gotten into the routine to get away from her colleagues, some of

them had become concerned about her and if she stayed at the office

they'd insist on dragging her along for lunch. In the three months since

her ordeal had begun she'd become more and more anti-social. She'd even

had a big fight with her mother when she'd wanted to fly over for a

visit. Sharon sat down on a bench and stared at her feet. The fight

bothered her, she'd always gotten along with her mother. She'd become

used to the suit in most physical ways, but now it was taking it's toll

on other parts of her life. She no longer craved sex every day, although

she still had a tough time during her period. She'd always become horny

during that time and because of the suit she'd had some very frustrating

days. She leaned back and let the sun bake her face. It was strange how

quickly she'd adjusted to her new life. During those first terrifying

days she'd not imagined she would adjust so quickly, and yet she has.

She'd had to turn her whole life upside down, but now she was getting

used to a new routine. Sometimes she'd still think of the suit, but by

now she had to concentrate to even notice the dildo. Another month and

she would be completely adjusted. Even the routine of plugging herself

in had become second nature, it happened almost without thought. She

thought back to the nightmare she'd had. It had kept re-occurring for a

few nights until she could remember it vividly. Was it a omen? A sign of

what's to come? The fact that she'd had almost no new instructions just

re-enforced the notion. The last instructions she'd had was to forgo the

beach routine for the winter. That message had been sent almost a month

ago. Since then she'd had no further contact and it bothered her.

Sometimes she could still feel his presence, suddenly she'd get that

creepy feeling of being watched and she'd know he was around. But it was

not the ever-present sensation she'd thought it would be. She felt

strangely let down. Although she hated the suit and would do almost

anything to be rid of it, a small part of her had been waiting for the

climax - the moment she would be taken. The adventure of it used to keep

her awake at nights. What would she do when he came for her? Would he

keep her, taking her back to his house? What would he look like? Smell

like? Taste like? Would he be kind? Would he be young, old, short, tall?

When would he come? How would he do it? Maybe he'd sneak in at night,

take her while she slept? Maybe he'd abduct her as she walked in the

park. Maybe he'd simply order her to go to such and such a place -

knowing that she'd have no choice but to obey. What would he have her do

for him? Maybe she'd be forced to dance for him, the suit shimmering in

the light as she twisted and gyrated her body. His admiring eyes would

follow her every move. He'd stand up, take her hand and draw her nearer,

embracing her in his arms... All these things she'd wished for - hating

herself for being so weak. But her dreams had continued and her

fantasies had become more and more erotic. Instead she was left utterly

alone. Why do this? Why did he take her and then refuse to have her? For

the hundredth time she was faced with the possibility that her abductor

had no other intentions but to have her denied forever. She felt like a

prisoner, looking forward to a life sentence in a small, solitary little

cell. A single, desperate little tear ran down her face.

Sharon sat and looked as people walked by. She knew she was going into a

depression but could do nothing about it. She dried her face with her

wrist and took out her make-up case. Anti-depressants meant doctors and

there was no way a doctor would get to see her like this. Yet she could

not shake the awful feeling of dread that was ever present in her life.

She looked into a long future of heartache and denial and it was like

looking into the depths of a bottomless pit. If only she could be free!

She sighed and headed back to the office. She'd gone through this wholes

process before. The suit had defeated her. Every attempt to be rid of it

was met by hard unyielding metal. She'd had several more attempts and at

one stage she'd even bought a small blowtorch. All she'd gained was a

painful blister that had taken weeks to heal. In about the second month

her will had finally been broken and she'd made no attempts since.

The traffic on the freeway was terrible and the stop-start progress was

working on her nerves. The radio was blaring but she wasn't really

listening, instead she sat brooding, the depression slowly taking hold

of her. Her boss had broken the news that she'd be looked over for

promotion - he simply didn't consider her dedicated enough. She'd wanted

to be angry at him, spit in his face and scratch his eyes. Instead she

was dispassionate, listening to his criticism with indifference. She

knew she should fight, hit him back where it hurt. Instead she just took

it in silence, a strange lethargy taking hold of her. Her life was

ruined anyway - what was one more set-back? What would it help to fight?

He was the all powerful management, she didn't stand a chance. She

didn't need the additional grief right now. The traffic moved a few

yards and she slowly edged her car forwards. Why should she go on? Why

be bothered by it all? Her whole future was gone. For a moment she had a

glimmer of hope - what would happen if she ever met her captor? What

things he could do to her! He'd take her away, rid her of all her

worries. The feeling was brief. He was a man, and men had no patience.

Three months had passed and he'd never even met her. Obviously he was

somehow impotent! She imagined her life being in control of a sadistic

eunuch and again the tears started rolling down her face. Her nightmares

had been a vision, a message of what was to come. She would never feel

the warm touch of his hands, the tender kiss of his lips. She knew

enough about history to know that eunuchs used to be the most sadistic

and vicious creatures of all. They would take delight in tormenting and

taunting the women under their charge. She folded her hands over the

steering wheel and sobbed into the cradle of her arms. A loud horn

behind her pulled her out of her sobbing and she saw that the traffic

had again moved. She edged the car forward but then she froze in utter

and complete shock! Both her nipples had been brushed by something and

for a horrible moment she had visions of cockroaches scuttling over her

breasts! She let go of the steering wheel and desperately scratched at

the suit, trying to get rid of the creatures. The next moment she was

right on top of the truck in front of her and she slammed into it's

back. She was so shocked she could not move. For a while everything

seemed to happen in a dream with her watching from the sidelines. In

slow motion she saw the driver in the car behind her climb out of his

car and walk up toward her. The driver of the truck had also arrived and

was inspecting the damage before looking at her through the windshield.

In slow motion his jaws opened and closed as he spoke to her. She

couldn't move, couldn't think. After an eternity a loud banging next to

her head finally managed to draw her attention and she turned her head.

The driver behind her was tapping at the window, his mouth silently

moving as he talked. Finally she came round and she realized he wanted

her to roll down the window. As soon as she moved her arm the spell was

broken and the real world came crashing in. The first sensations she

registered was that her nipples were still being tickled. She could

hardly think straight as the sensation sent shock-waves through her

body. She managed to get a hold of herself and she wound the window

down. "Jesus lady, you ok?" he asked. He was about forty but very cute.

She had to resist the urge to giggle. "Ye- yes yes, I'm ok." she

replied. The truck driver came over and she liked the look of him as

well. His belly had such a delightful way of hanging over his belt. "Is

she ok?" he asked the other man. Looking into the car he looked at her.

"Are you ok?" he asked. She could hardly think, her nipples were making

her nuts! "Yes I'm ok." she replied. "She looks ok but I think she's in

shock." the first man told the second. "I'm not in shock" she wanted to

tell them, "I'm in heaven". But then she realized that she was indeed in

shock and she took a deep breath. It took all her willpower to

concentrate on what was going on. They let her get out of the car and

she walked over to the front of the car. She almost collapsed, her legs

were all rubbery. The first man grabbed hold of her arm and steadied

her, concern written all over his face. Again she fought the urge to

giggle - he must think she's unstable because of the accident! She loved

the way his warm hands felt as he held on to the her arm. She looked at

the damage but it was minor. Her car's grille had been dented but the

truck had no sign of damage. "I don't think we need to report this, do

you?" she told the truck driver, her voice sounding strangely sultry and

seductive. "Your truck is fine and the damage on my car is so small the

insurance deposit alone would be more than the repairs." The truck

driver seemed relieved that she was willing to forget the incident and

he quickly agreed. She felt a pang of regret as the other man let go of

her arm. "You sure you're ok, you're as white a ghost." he asked. Was

she? She'd have thought she'd be all flushed and red from the treatment

her nipples were receiving. "I'm ok, really. Thanks for the help." she

replied, unable to resist touching him briefly on the hand. He escorted

her back to her car and then walked off himself. As she sat in the car

she closed her eyes and gripped the steering wheel as hard as she could.

During all of that the tickling had never ceased and it had been very

difficult to concentrate The truck moved off and she gritted her teeth

as she moved on after it.

Sharon reached her home and collapsed on the bed. Several times she'd

been close to coming but she had to concentrate on her driving. Now she

could fully enjoy the sensation, closing her eyes as little shudders of

pleasure coursed through her body. Whatever was doing this to her

nipples was doing it slowly. She imagined two small round brushes over

her nipples, slowly and deliciously turning around and around. She could

feel the wave building inside her and her breath became ragged as it

grew. She rolled over onto her back and forced her hands in under the

belt of her skirt. She wished the dildo would move as well and she

grabbed hold of the dome with both hands. Her body wanted to increase

the tempo, but the brushes kept going at their own slow pace. Ever so

slowly she was built up and up until she was standing on the crest of a

giant wave, ready to topple over. She squirmed and rolled her body,

gritting her teeth and growling like a cat. Finally she felt it come and

her whole body arched as the spasm took her. He hips started pumping as

her sex milked the quiet dildo. For a eternity she rode the giant wave,

giggling, crying and moaning all at once. The pleasure was so intense

she completely lost her mind.

After several minutes it was over and she lay on her back, staring at

the ceiling. It was the first time in more than three months that she'd

achieved orgasm and she'd almost forgotten how powerful it could be. She

was so exhausted she could hardly move. She felt a almost euphoric

happiness and all her troubles was forgotten. She rested for a short

while but then she realized that the brushes hadn't stopped. "Here we go

again" she whispered happily and hugged her body with her hands.