The Dropping (part 2)

-- read part 1 here --



If the night was cold, Susie never knew it.

She was sweating like a pig as she stubbornly kept walking. Her initial feelings of despair and shock had been replaced with anger and resolve. She was going to get her revenge on that treacherous Katarina. It had been Katarina's plan all along of course. She had been afraid that this athletics champion might be a real threat to victory, and she used Susie's naivety to cripple her. But despite this, Susie was going to try to win - that would be the best vengeance possible. She was realistic enough to know it was nearly impossible, given the way she was restricted, but she would give it her best shot. So she plodded along the path. Her steps were small, because of the tight drawstring around her ankles, so she took quick little steps. It was exhausting, but she was in perfect condition, and she was committed not to give up.

When the van left, she had found herself at a crossroads of two dirt tracks in a forest. It was dark, and as the van's tail lights left her, there was only the moon to see by. She had briefly considered which way to go. She figured they'd want both contestants to start at roughly the same distance, so following the van was likely to get her neither closer to her goal, nor farther from it. So she had to take one of the directions perpendicular to it. In the end she just picked one at random. Susie knew that if it was the wrong road, she was now walking away from her target, but she had to take a chance.

So now she was doing that quick shuffling walk, and she realized it was hopeless. Susie's slow progress was frustrating. She could not see her feet, as her head was kept immobile by all the hoods, so she could only look straight ahead through the narrow opening in the pink hood. But she guessed her steps were only about ten centimeter; the drawstring at the bottom of the coat pretty much tied her ankles together. She calculated that even if she could do a hundred of those steps per minute, she made ten meter per minute, or 600 meter per hour. So if she had to walk, say, six kilometers to get out of this forest, it would take her ten hours! She felt desperate.

And yet... there was another feeling, mixed in with the despair. While every tiny step reminded her of her restriction and helplessness, and every drop of sweat reminded her of her hot prison, which she couldn't possibly escape... she was getting horny. But her arms were kept straight by her sides, with her hands locked in the pockets and the thick layers of down preventing any arm movement. So there was nothing she could do about the undeniable wetness in her crotch. And that excited her even more.

Susie slowly kept going... and she enjoyed it.

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It was almost noon when Susie finally reached a village. She was absolutely exhausted; she had walked more than twelve hours, bundled up in down clothes, and her sexual excitement had worn her out even more. It was a mild and sunny winter day, with temperatures well above the freezing point, so her incredibly thick down clothes turned some heads as she walked through the town's main street. But how was she going to get out of her clothes? She couldn't make a sound through the hoods and the tight scarf, and she could make no visible arm movement. She could make a ten centimeter movement with her Moonboots, that was all. So she couldn't just stop someone on the street. She had no way of communicating.

In the end she entered a bakery and hoped they would figure out something was wrong. There were two customers in front of her so she had to wait a bit. Then the young woman behind the counter turned toward Susie: "Yes?" So Susie just stood there, of course, as there was nothing she could do. "What would you like, please?" the woman asked now. There were three more customers inside now, and although Susie couldn't see them because her hoods blocked all side vision, she knew they must all be staring at her. The girl repeated her question, clearly very confused - what were you supposed to do when a customer didn't answer?

The moment dragged on, and Susie was very embarrassed, and oddly, very aroused again. Here she was, standing in a bakery full of people, dressed in the most ridiculous way possible, and completely helpless! The girl eventually solved her problem saying: "Just tell me when you've made your choice," and turned towards the next customer. So Susie just stood there, neglected, and now she realised just how hard it was going to be to get out of these clothes. She had focussed all her energy on reaching the village, always kind of assuming that the first person she met was going to help her out spontaneously. Now she thought it might take a lot longer, and that she'd have to face a lot more people, before she'd get out. Perversely, that thought excited her even more, and suddenly she came to a climax, despite not being able to touch herself. Thanks to her heavy, restrictive clothing the people in the bakery couldn't even see she was coming. They could only see her bend through her legs a bit.

But whether someone had noticed or not, after coming, Susie was much more ashamed, and she quickly - well, slowly, in fact - shuffled towards the door. Her excitement gone for the moment, she didn't want to enter another shop; it was too embarrassing. But eventually she realised it was her best chance of getting help, so she repeated her performance in two more shops. However, she got no better result there.

Dejected, she moved on again, but then a young man who had been in the last shop caught up with her - which was easy of course - and asked if she needed help. Susie looked straight at him and batted her eyelids once, clearly. "Does that mean yes?" he asked, a bit unsure. She repeated the sign. "Look, I live right around the corner. I'm not sure what you need but I think it's easiest if you come with me to my flat, and I'll try to help you there. Is that okay for you?" Susie again batted her eyelids once.

She walked with the young man to his flat. He had to go very slowly to allow her to keep up. It took them twenty minutes to cover the distance; he normally did it in two minutes probably. The guy unlocked the front door and immediately went up the stairs. When he was almost at the top he looked down and saw Susie, still standing at the bottom of the stairs. She had tried to lift up her foot, but she could only bring it up halfway the first stair. The man came down again.

"You can't get up? Uhh... I'm afraid there's no elevator here." He scratched his hair, not sure what to do now. Susie knew though. She'd have to hop up the stairs. The problem was that she couldn't see her own feet. So she carefully made sure that the tips of her Moonboots touched the first stair. Then she jumped on it. She shuffled forwards again until she felt the second stair. Slowly, she advanced on the stairs.

Finally, they entered the young man's flat. Susie was so tired now, she immediately hobbled towards the sofa and let herself fall on it. At least she could rest. The man didn't seem sure what to do next. After a while he asked: "Don't you want to take off that coat?" I sure do, Susie thought. She batted her eyes. "But you can't take it off?" the guy guessed. Yes. Correct. "Do you want me to help you?" Yes, her eyes said.

About sixteen hours after Katarina had knotted them, the young man undid the drawstrings of the pink hood. He opened the collar and took off the hood. He saw the scarf wrapped tightly around the blue down hood and unknotted it. He opened the collar of the blue hood and pushed it down.

"Thanks! Thanks a lot!" Susie exclaimed. "Could you get me some water please? I'm terribly thirsty." She was also very tired, hungry, and she needed to use the toilet. But most of all she was very thirsty.

The friendly man put a glass of water at her lips and she drank. Her hands were still tied in the pockets, and she was still wearing three hoods, but she felt free already. "So what happened?" he asked. Susie told him the whole story.

After that, he freed her hands, and even offered to drive her home. Susie was glad this whole adventure was over... but in a way, she wasn't. In the next few days she found herself more and more wanting to be dressed in heavy down clothes, unable to take them off. But there was nobody she could tell this, so there was nobody to lock her in her clothes.

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Susie wondered what Katarina thought when she saw Susie's name on the list of participants for another dropping. Probably she'd expect that Susie wanted revenge and would try to beat her. Her amazement when Susie arrived was comical. Susie was wearing the long pink coat. It was open, so that the blue down pants and arctic jacket were visible underneath. Underneath, Susie was wearing a jacket she had newly bought. It had a long snorkel hood, which would come out of the opening left by the pink hood and restrict her vision even more.

But she wasn't wearing her hoods yet, of course. She stepped straight at Katarina.

"Hi Katarina," she said heartily, "Can you help me with my clothes again?"




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