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 the irwarped 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 drankit 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 wa smaking 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 afew more

minutes he just sat there. Finally he raised himself with agrunt.

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 travelled 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 her self. What ever 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, some thing 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 the meach

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 itout 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

lookingat 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 till 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 paper clip

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.