Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 00:26:17 -0400
From: an590947@anon.penet.fi
Subject: BRIDE part 1

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To live these dreams...


BRIDE or IN THE COLONY, THE WELL HUNG BRIDE IS THE KING'S  BY Seteyan

PART 1

In the bar I had sat uncaring, watching the beautiful people meander past.  I
was feeling sorry for myself .  My girlfriend had left me for another man. 

Well she had left me for a variety of reasons.

I was alone.  About to be apartmentless.  I was in no mood to talk.  The
bartender had already asked me a thousand questions about my situation, but I
figured that was her job. I wanted nothing to do with women that night.

But SHE sat down next to me, a beautiful girl wearing some incredible
shoesthat I had been staring at.  SHE said the words which would tie me to
her tree:

"Wanna try these on?"

I thought I had misheard her.  Maybe she meant seats.  I stared at her
uncomprehending.  And she was so attractive-short  dark hair in heavy bangs,
a large pair of lips, and pale sharp features, enough to wake me up.  She sat
in the stool easily, wearing a long leather coat, just a pair of legs and
those impressive heels sticking out the bottom.

"Excuse me?"

She said, "I think I know your problem, and I think I might have the answer."

I tried to laugh her off.  I smiled stupidly.  Shrugged.  I felt hot with
acute embarrassment.

She looked hard at me.

She said, "Maybe I am wrong."

I said something like, "About what?"

She said, "Never mind."

She stood up, she was tall, taller than me maybe. Even without the heels.

And her coat fell open.  And I looked up at the most perfect pair of breasts,
breasts that were stretching a tiny grey sweater to its limits.  The sweater
curved around the breasts like a second skin, embossing  her nipples.  The
light caught the fabric, mohair maybe, and she was framed in a halo of fuzz.

She watched me closely. 

I was stuck in a mass of desire.  She leaned closer. The heat overwhelmed me.
 Her dull brown lips were over my right ear,  the sweater was right below my
chin, the fabric tickling my senses.

"Come with me."

I followed her home, never questioning my directions.

 She stopped in her hall way, smiled.

She said, "Close your eyes, I think you are going to like this."

I closed my eyes, as she opened her door.  

She took one hand and led me forward.

Strong hands grabbed my other hand and both my arms were wrenched behind my
back.  A thin sweet smell struck my nostrils.  I opened my eyes at the last
possible moment to see another woman slip behind my back, and bright heavy
manacles closed around my wrists.

Someone kicked the back of my legs, and lifted my hands above my back and
there I was on my knees, in front of the sweater woman.  Pain shot through my
joints, and I started to cry out, but something stopped me, maybe shame,
maybe the fact that my arms were jerked even harder, up and forward,  forcing
my head to the floor.

The sweater woman in front of me took a step forward;  all I could see were
her shoes, high heels, platforms.  I winced with the pain, until the sweater
woman said: "Lisbeth-this is not the way we agreed."

Someone else, the person holding my manacled wrists above my head, hissed in
displeasure.  There was a moment when I thought my shoulders would break,
then the pain stopped,  my wrists dropped to the floor, and I looked up.  The
sweater woman stood above me looking down concertedly. I twisted my neck
around, to see the person behind me, and I caught a glimpse of a rail thin
woman, dressed completely in some sort of shiny rubber fabric; she had  dark
skin and sharp Asian features.  I turned back, my mouth around the words, an
irate response, but she was right there, in my face and the obscenities
caught in my throat.

"What are y-?"

"You are here because you want to be here...because maybe this is what you
want."

"What?"

She took off her leather coat, turning to place it on a chair.  As she bent
forward slightly I caught a glimpse of thighs where her stockings ended under
her tight knit miniskirt.

She turned back smiling down at me.  Her breasts from the floor looked so
large, so beautiful under her tight grey sweater