The Chastity Suit

Part 6

After a good cry she managed to pull herself together. She got up and decided that she needed a shower. She could feel a deep dark depression lying just over the horizon. If she didn't pull herself together she might get into some serious trouble. Deciding to simply ignore her predicament she removed the T-shirt and stepped into the shower. The flood of hot water was soothing and soon she felt better. However there was no escape from the suit, especially standing 'naked' in the shower. What precautions was she going to have to take? She supposed that would depend on how long she was to wear the blasted thing. She tried to convince herself that it would be short-term, maybe a day or two. 

"You're kidding yourself" said a little voice from deep within her. "Who ever made this thing spent a lot of time and effort on it. There is no way that you're going to get out of this within at least a week." Her legs almost buckled at the thought. 

"It might even be months." the voice continued. The thought was to much to bear. She tried to kill the voice by washing her hair. It would not go away. "What do you think this thing is going to do to your body? The chafing, the aching, the itching in places you can't reach. Remember that plaster cast you had to wear in third grade? Remember the itching?" Her tears mingled with the water as her hands went through the motions of washing her hair. 

"And do you have any idea what that dildo is going to do to your innards? Remember when you got the IUD? The cramps, the aches? You had to take medicine for months to suppress the contractions. You'd better face it girl - this is going to be a rough ride."

She cursed the voice and threw the shampoo bottle in rage. 

"Fuck this! Fuck THIS! I'm getting of this train, right here right now" she screamed at the walls. 

She stormed from the shower, water splashing everywhere. In a blind fury she stormed to the kitchen. An old boyfriend had once left some tools at her place and she rummaged through the cupboards looking for them. Finally she managed to find a set of pliers. She forced it in under the seam over her shoulder. Twisting and screaming she tried to tear the suit off, but it would not budge. She jerked the pliers out and attacked the wire between her cheeks. It would not even bend. 

Realizing it wasn't working she dropped the pliers and dove back into the cupboards. When she could not find any other tools she collapsed onto her knees, beating the suit with her fists. Finally she was so exhausted she was forced to calm down. She'd never lost it so badly in her life. If there had been another living being in the house she would have torn it to pieces with her bare hands. Getting up she noticed the pain in her shoulder. She'd broken the skin when she'd forced the pliers in and a small trickle of blood rolled down her shoulder. The blood immediately sobered her up and she realized how stupid she'd been. Running her hand over her butt she was relieved to find that she'd only pinched the flesh, there was no serious damage. Defeated she returned to the bathroom to turn the water off.