Chapter XXI
It was pitch dark and she couldn't see a thing but she could hear them. They
were out there, waiting for her. She didn't want to do this but now it was too
late to change her mind. Suddenly the giant doors to the hanger were opened and
the sunlight burst inside, blinding her.
The elephant started moving forward and she instinctively covered herself. How
could she have agreed to this? How had they managed to talk her into this? Her
eyes were becom- ing used to the sunlight and she blushed as she realized just
how many people there were. She inspected the giant birdcage but there was
absolutely no way she could get out. The cage was mounted on the back of the
elephant and she was stuck inside. She had to hold onto the bars as the
elephant rocked from side to side. Suddenly a booming voice started speaking
over the PA system.
"And here she comes ladies and gentlemen. It is our pleasure to present to you
the Carni- val Queen!"
She blushed even redder and looked for a place to hide her face. The crowds had
turned out in full force to see this spectacle and they were enjoying every
moment of it. She sat down the crossbar in the cage, careful not to rest her
weight on the tail of her costume.
"This lovely young lady has agreed to be auctioned in our charity auction! Can
we have a hand for the lovely Sharon!"
The crowds burst out in cheers and she gave a shy, tentative wave at the masses.
She was feeling nauseous and weak from all the attention and she just prayed it
would be over soon.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!" Boomed the voice.
"The winning bidder will win this lovely young lady to keep as his own,
personal, love- slave forever!"
What? No! That wasn't right! She'd agreed to a single date with whoever won the
highest bid! What was the idiot talking about? "That's right ladies and
gentlemen. A once-in-a- lifetime opportunity to legally own your very own love
slave!"
She jumped up and pressed her body against the cold bars.
"No! No that's wrong! That's not what I agreed to!" she shouted but the crowd
was so loud she couldn't make herself heard.
"Listen to me! That's not right! Let me out of here!"
Nobody could hear her. The band was playing, the crowds cheering and the crackers ex- ploding. Her
little voice stood no chance against such an onslaught of noise.
The elephant stopped in front of a platform and she could see the announcer with
the mike in his hand. They would have to let her down and then she would make
herself heard.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Could everybody that's interested in taking part please
step closer to the podium so that I can see you. Thank You, Thank You."
Suddenly the cage shook and she thought the elephant had moved but as she looked
up she saw that they had attached a hook to the top of the cage. Screaming and
protesting she was hoisted higher into the air for everybody to inspect. With
the elephant gone she had only a few thin bars to stand on and she realized
that the crowd could inspect every inch of her body. She had nowhere to hide,
nowhere to turn to escape the upturned faces.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! The bidding will now start. Shall we begin at a hundred
thousand dollars?"
"Two, I've got two, three, three, four, I've got four hundred thousand dollars."
This couldn't be happening! What were they doing! "Six, six, seven, seven
hundred thou- sand dollars! Eight! I have eight!"
This was insane! Where were the cops! "I have one million dollars! Ladies and
gentlemen I have One Million Dollars!"
She looked down at the crowd. How could they be doing this to her! "I have one
million dollars. One million dollars from the man in the Zorro costume."
"NO!" she shouted as panic overtook her. "Not him! Don't let him win the bid!
Please no!"
"Going once! Going Twice! No more bidders for this lovely lady? Come on ladies
and gen- tlemen just look at her! Nobody? Anybody? Going three times! Last
chance! No? SOLD!"
Sharon woke up from the noise of an approaching motorcar. She was stiff and
uncomfort- able and tried to stretch as best she could. Lying on her arms had
made them numb and sore. A few minutes later Joe walked into the room carrying
her suitcases.
"Hi honey - I'm home." he said and sat down next to her. As was now customary
his hand immediately went to rest on her thigh.
"Things went well, I think I got all your things. How much time is left?" He
said looking at his watch. "Hmm. Ten past four. It would seem I'm a bit late. I
take it nothing's happened yet?"
She nodded no.
"Wasn't the costume supposed to come off by now?" he said, his voice lowering.
All she could do was shrug.
He reached behind her and tugged at the clasp on her back. It was still firmly
stuck. He gave her look that clearly told of his displeasure. After several
tense minutes he reached over and ripped the tape from her mouth.
"Well? What now?" he said, waiting for her to explain.
"I swear I don't know. The letter said that I should wait for eight hours to
pass before I went back to the hotel. That's all I know." she said, her voice
pleading.
"I brought all the papers with me. Let's have a look shall we?" He said and his
voice warned that she'd better be telling the truth. He reached down and drew a
bunch of pa- pers from the side pocket of one of her suitcases. He started
examining the documents.
"Hmm. Airline tickets. Hotel brochure. Ah .. Dear Sharon. Blah blah blah blah.
Sharon Suiter huh? I take it that's not your real surname?"
She nodded no. He dropped the letter and examined the next one.
"Hmmm. This seems to be it." he said as he read.
"Not very chatty is he?" he finally said and put the letter down.
Again he tested the clasp but it was to no avail.
"Maybe you're supposed to plug the control box in?" she suggested.
He searched her suitcase and found the box.
"This it?" he asked holding it for her to see.
She nodded. "Fascinating." he said as he examined the box. He plugged the box
into the wall socket and held the triangle in his hand.
"Where's this suppose to go?" He said, still looking at the triangle.
"It plugs in at... oh. I forgot." She said, blushing.
"What?"
"The costume's in the way. It's supposed to plug into the bottom of the suit."
They both looked down at costume covering her hips.
"Any other brilliant ideas?" he said angrily.
She shrugged. He was not at all impressed.
"You could take me back to the hotel."
"Yeah. Right." he replied and stormed out of the room.
She could hear him banging doors and going on in what sounded like the kitchen.
The ligaments in her arms and shoulders were complaining and she tried moving
them to get the circulation going. The next moment she heard two faint clicks
and she froze.
"Hey! HEY! I think it's open now!" she shouted at the door. Joe came storming
back into the room and bent over her body. He pulled at the clasp and this time
it opened.
"Well. Isn't that a coincidence." he said, looking at her suspiciously. "I leave
the room for a second and the costume magically opens up."
"I swear I didn't do a thing. It just suddenly clicked open."
"Hmmm." he said, still suspicious. He pulled at the panty and that also opened
up. He quickly untied her collar and helped her to sit up.
Too late she remembered the plug and all her weight bore down on her anus. Her
spread legs made it even worse and she moaned loudly.
"What's with you?' he asked as she flopped back down.
She blushed and looked away.
"What?" he said, his patience running out.
"The ughm. There's a uhm. The tail you see." she stuttered and blushed even
redder.
He took the tail and jiggled it around, trying to discover what she was on
about. She groaned and lifted her hips into the air, trying to get away from
the torment. He was begin- ning to suspect the truth and again he jiggled her
tail.
She moaned louder and tried to roll away, only to be stopped by her bound
ankles.
"Please, please. Don't do that." she moaned, refusing to look into his grinning
face.
"Well now. What have we here? Is there something you haven't told Sharon?" he
said, very amused by his discovery. He jiggled again and she moaned even
louder.
"Please don't. Please."
For several more minutes he continued tormenting her, his eyes never leaving her
body as she squirmed and rolled to get away from the plug.
With a glint in his eyes he suddenly stopped and reached over to her chest. He
took hold of the ropes crossing over her chest and pulled her torso up towards
himself. Sharon gave a loud, pained groan as her weight bore down on her rear
and the plug pushed in deeper. She tried to push herself back but Joe had a
firm grip on her leash and he tied it off to the bed between her legs. She was
forced to stay seated or she'd choke against the leash. Happy with his
handiwork Joe sat himself down behind her and proceeded to untie her hands. As
soon as her hands were free she pressed them down on the bed, trying to lift
her weight off the plug. Her relief was short lived. Joe slipped the bra and
choker combi- nation from her shoulders and she was forced to lift her hands so
that her arms could pass through the holes. He used the opportunity to remove
her gloves as well and they joined the mask in the corner. With her chest free
of the costume he took a moment to admire her body and the suit. He moved
around to her front and tied her wrists together in front of her body.
Satisfied that her wrist were securely bound he untied the leash and allowed her
flop back onto the bed.
Next he released her ankles and he removed the shoes. She held onto the head of
the bed as he took a firm hold of the panty and pulled it down towards her
ankles. She re- leased a grateful sigh of relief as the dildo was pulled from
her with a wet popping sound. The stockings were still attached to the panty
and they peeled from her legs like dried paint. Finally free from the costume
she lay still and enjoyed the freedom.
Joe was momentarily distracted as he inspected the plug and she grabbed her
chance. She was off the bed like a bat out of hell and heading straight for the
door. She had little chance of making it but she knew she had to try. As her
hands reached for the doorknob she was suddenly and violently jerked back by
the leash around her neck. Joe had imme- diately reacted and had managed to grab
hold of the leash just in time. Sharon fell onto her back and started heaving
to get the air back into her lungs. She was seeing starts from the whiplash and
her whole body was limp as Joe picked her up and flung her back onto the bed.
While she was recovering he took the time to quickly wrap the ropes around her
chest again. This time he lifted her arms over her head and bent her elbows back
so that he could bind her wrists to the ropes between her shoulder blades. He
pulled them so far back that her elbows were next to her ears and the ligaments
in her chest were strain- ing. Next he quickly bound her ankles together and
then onto the end of the bed. By the time Sharon had recovered she was
completely powerless to offer any resistance. All she could do was blink and
open her mouth as he quickly stuffed it with the rag and taped it shut.
Finally he tied the leash to the top of the bed and sat down. This time the
leash was long, giving her lots of slack.
"Well now. Wasn't that exiting?" said Joe as he inspected his prize.
Sharon refused to even look at him.
"Awww. Are we pouting? Are we giving me the cold shoulder?" His voice was
mocking her.
She shot him a look that could curdle milk.
"Oooh. And here I thought we were going to be friends."
Suddenly his voice turned menacing. "You'd better make the most of out quality
time to- gether bitch. When we're done having fun you're going to meet some of
my associates. They're not nearly as nice as I am."
The words made her blood freeze and she closed her eyes in fear. They flew open
again as she felt his hands on her hips. He pulled her body down until the
leash was just begin- ning to tighten. He straddled her legs and tapped the
inside of her thighs.
"Open sesame." he said, his voice playful again. For a second she paused but the
look he shot warned her off. Reluctantly she opened up, drawing her ankles up
until they also reached the end of their tether.
He sat down in the circle made by her legs and admired her body. His hands
flowed over the smooth contours of the suit, carefully inspecting every inch of
its smooth surface. He paid particular attention to the dome covering her sex
and the three little holes.
Sharon closed her eyes and tried to ignore what was going on but it was
impossible. The warm, intimate heat of his body pressing against her thighs and
the sensual friction of his hands were making her insane. She caught her hands
twitching and staining against the ropes and she had to clench her jaw to keep
still. His hands moved away from the suit and onto her inner thighs and hips.
"You say you've been wearing this thing for almost a year?" he suddenly said,
and her eyes flew open. "You must be really aching for a fuck by now!"
She blushed and looked the other way, trying her best to ignore his stroking
hands. Sud- denly he rolled to one side and flipped her over.
This time he was seated next to her as he inspected her backside.
"I can honestly say that you have the cutest butt I've seen in my life." he said
as much for her benefit as for his own. Both his hands took a firm hold of her
rear and squeezed them hard. The treatment sent the sparks flying and she
pressed her face into the pillow in frus- tration. He gave her back the same
thorough inspection he'd given her front, his hands and eyes covering every
inch.
Finally he'd seen enough and he climbed off the bed.
"Well honey - It's been a long day. I think it's time to catch some shut-eye,
don't you?" he said yawning. He pulled the bed covers out from under her and
covered her body with it. Tucking a pillow under her head he made sure she was
comfortable and headed for the door. He was about to switch the light off when
he suddenly remembered something. Re- turning to her side he quickly fixed the
triangle in place and returned to the door. She'd hoped he'd leave her in peace
but instead he switched the light off and returned to bed. He quickly stripped
in the dark and got into bed with her. She tried her best to ignore him but he
slided over, turned her over so that she was facing him, and wrapped his limbs
around her. Within a surprisingly short time his breathing became deep and
relaxed and she knew he was fast asleep. It took her much longer before
exhaustion could suppress the hundreds of sensual signals coming from all over
her body.
