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 fear, the discomfort of being

fitted with the cups. At that stage she’d not yet learned ‘speak’ and

she’d screamed and wailed in fear. 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.