The Chastity Suit

1. The Hallucinations

The chains jingled as she was led down the short passageway. As she stepped out of the dungeons she paused for a second to let her eyes get used to the sun. The guard jerked viciously at the chain and she stumbled forward as the choker bit into her neck. Her hands were bound by manacles and chains around her waist and she could do nothing but follow obediently. She blinked as she was led over a sandy pathway to a raised platform.

 It was the first time in five days she was allowed to see the sun and it took a few minutes to get used to its bright glare. By the time she could see normally they had reached the platform and she was led up a set of stairs. The going was difficult as her legs had been bound with heavy iron manacles, a short chain restricting the length of her stride. As she climbed the steps she saw a crowd of men standing on the other side of the platform. 

She was led to a stake in the middle of the platform they settled down and looked her over. She blushed deeply as dozens of faces watched her arms being raised over her head and bound to a short chain hanging from the top of the stake. She'd been expecting this occasion for several days but that did not make it any easier.

The guard turned to face her and with one swift jerk her robe was pulled off her body. He stepped out of the way for the audience to see and she squirmed and struggled as they verbally admired every inch of her naked body. A fat little man appeared out of nowhere and started talking rapidly. Although she could not understand a word it was obvious that the bidding had begun. She was so ashamed she wished she could sink into the ground. Instead she was made to pose for the audience, the guard using her shoulders to turn her this way and that. She desperately tried to raise her leg to cover her sex, but the short chain between her ankles made that impossible.

The guard and surroundings started spinning around her. She closed her eyes and next instant felt a throbbing pain in her head. She tried to open her eyes but it seemed as if someone had attached enormous weights to her eyelids. She felt someone's hands all over her body along with a weird mild itching near her breasts. She tried to feel the surface on which she was lying. It seemed to be soft and spongy. The headache was too much.  It took her almost all of her strength to partially open her right eye. A groan escaped her mouth as she tried to get up. Through the partially opened eye she could make out a blur figure over her. Suddenly she felt a sharp sting in her right arm. Her surroundings started spinning again. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the pain in her head. "Take rest love..." were the last words that she heard before she dropped right back into the dungeon   

 The guard was now standing behind her, his arms reaching around the pole while he held her firmly. She struggled for a bit but realised it was fruitless. She closed her eyes and hung from the chains, defeated and powerless. Suddenly the guards rough hands started exploring her body. Her eyes jerked open as he found her breasts. She struggled and cursed anew as he rubbed, squeezed and twisted her breasts.

 She though she would die of shame as his hand found her sex and the slick wetness told her of her body's betrayal. His hands were expert. Soon she was heaving and moaning as his hand cajoled her into rhythmic convulsions. His other hand kept on roaming and it sent shivers of delight down her body wherever it went. She closed her eyes to hide her shame. She could feel the orgasm coming and slowly her body took over. For a brief moment she thought of the spectacle she was making of herself, but her fear and pride was soon overtaken by a deeper, more powerful emotion. Blind and deaf to everything but her own throbbing body she at last attained the freedom she desired.

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The story might not be making a lot of sense right now but I assure you that everything will connect soon

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