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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o
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o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Bill and Beck's Nighttime Adventure (MF)
By Jhereg
If any nocturnal animals were nearby that night, they
would have noticed a very strange thing happening at Bill &
Beck's house. The back door opened slowly, spilling a
bright ray of light into the otherwise dark night.
Following the light, Bill exited the house. This event was
not strange enough to elicit much of a comment from even the
most puritan of Bill's neighbors. It was 3:00 in the
morning, so there was faint chance that any nosey neighbors
were watching, but one never knows. What followed would
certainly have raised more than eyebrows. For Bill was
holding a chain leash in his hand - the other end of which
was attached to a collar around Beck's neck. She was nude,
her luscious body adorned with some fairly strange
attachments. She had a large gag in her mouth; which, upon
closer inspection, turns out to be a phallic gag - long
enough to occasionally poke into the back of the throat.
Large dangly earrings, which were not Beck's normal
conservative style, and black leather heels were Beck's only
"normal" clothing. Wrist cuffs held her hands clipped to
her collar, and ankle cuffs allowed her to be hobbled by a
12" chain. Very close examination, of the sort that a nosy
neighbor would definitely not be allowed, would reveal half
inch rings in her nipples and shaved pussy lips.
Bill appeared to be very calm, although inside he was
rather nervous. Beck, however, let her appearances show the
almost panic that was inside. Her head turned from side to
side, scanning the backyard with her piercing blue eyes. A
tug on the leash was necessary to force her from the safety
of her home. Similar tugs were often needed to prod her
along the path Bill had chosen. They went slowly, partially
to keep Beck from losing her balance in the heels and
hobble, partly because Beck was so reluctant, and partially
because Bill was savoring the embarrassment and humiliation
that Beck was suffering.
Now, it is important to notice that Bill and Beck do
not live in a secluded forest or a manor house far from
their neighbors. Their house is in a development in the
suburbs, not more than 50 yards from their nearest
neighbors. Behind the clearing that is their backyard (not
surrounded by a fence, either), through a sparse segment of
forest, one comes upon a public park in the town center. It
is along this path, with the very real threat of being
observed by some nocturnal neighbor or zealous policeman, to
the tennis courts, that Bill leads a _very_ nervous Beck.
Her head shakes and a whimper of protest is heard as
Bill releases her wrists from her collar and attaches them
to the pipe at the top of the fence with a short leather
strap. The hobble is removed and her ankle cuffs are used
to raise her feet from the ground and spread her legs wide.
The first phase of her punishment begins. A bit of string
was used to attach her nipple rings to the fence on either
side of her, pulling her breasts apart. The process was
repeated on the rings which adorned her labia. Any
thrashing around would produce painful tugs upon the rings.
A leather belt is placed around her waist and threaded
through the fence to keep Beck from pulling too hard and
causing permanent damage to her wonderful nipples or
delicate cunt.
"Take a good look around you slave." Bill softly
commands as he buckles a blindfold over Beck's fear-filled
eyes. "This blindfold will remain on until you are back at
home. But remember where you are, and how easily discovered
you may be."
From his bag of implements, Bill removes the crop.
Running it over her beautiful body, he starts to imprint the
rhythm of the evening on her waiting skin. Starting things
off quickly, he snaps the crop against each breast, right
under the nipples. The third and fourth blow follow
quickly, one on each inner thigh. Beck's body takes up the
rhythm as she writhes under the whip. Six blows on the
front of each thigh leave parallel red stripes that will
keep Beck out of shorts for the next week. Four blows to
each breast leave a beautiful star pattern, with each welt
pointing at Beck's outrageously erect nipples. This is a
dance at which Bill shows he is a master at leading his
lovely slave. The music of the crickets and night animal
sounds is punctuated by the accents of Bill's whip - the
whoosh, slap, and moan. This song has a lovely beat (pun
intended). Five blows are carefully aimed at Beck's pubic
area. Bill uses them to draw a fan shape above her cunny.
The red welts beautifully replace the hair that he removed
earlier that evening. The coda for this song is the
whimpering of his slave. This whimpering, caused by the
stroking of her cunt with the crop alternated with the blows
of his short pussy whip, warn that Beck is rapidly
approaching orgasm, and allow him to slow down, deny her the
release she wants, and move to the next song.
Unhooking his ravishing slave, Bill is sorely tempted
to ravish her. That will come later. Leaving her wrists
bound over her head, she is turned around. He spends a
minute running his hands over the luscious curves of her
back and ass. Such a lovely ass. Bill has not punished it
in several days, which is evidenced by the lack of blemishes
on the lovely creamy landscape of her buttocks. It remains
unblemished and creamy white for a very short time. Walking
around the corner, Bill enters the tennis court. He stops
directly opposite his slave, and kisses her passionately
through the fence. They spend several moments with their
tongues engaged in a heated duel. When he abruptly leaves
her mouth, her tongue sticks out seductively, seeking his
gentle lips. But Bill's mind is on less gentle activities.
From his bag, he removes an implement he had fashioned
earlier that week. It is a copper pipe 2 and a half feet
long, with a diameter of 3/8 of an inch. At one end a chain
consisting of a few short links is connected. At the other
a hole is drilled through the bar. Bill proceeds to pull
Beck's nipples through the chain link fence and passes the
bar through her nipple rings. Using a padlock, he links the
chain to the fence. At the other end, he passes a clip
through the hole and hooks it to the fence. Beck's nipples
have become part of the fence. She can slide them back and
forth for the distance of one of the chain link holes, but
she cannot pull away. The weight of the bar is supported by
the nipples, and distends them in a lovely manner.
Walking back around the fence, Bill begins the second
song of the evening. This one is a song of sexual use and
gratification. Bill begins by applying a cat to Beck's
attractive buttocks. After ten slaps, he pauses long enough
to plunge his manhood into her womanhood. After ten
strokes, he retreats. Now to the crop. Ten welts are
raised. Back to her pussy for ten strokes. Beck's
reddening ass is as warm as her throbbing pussy. Time for
the leather paddle. Back to her pussy. The cycle repeats
itself - ten times her ass is abused by one of Bill's
punishing implements, followed by the abuse of ten rough
strokes of Bill's other punishing implement - a lovely
chorus. Beck's moans and whimperings reveal the cycle of
crescendos. Bill is not holding back as she repeatedly
achieves an explosive orgasm. Finally, when Bill senses
that Beck is little more than a tightly tied mass of
exhausted meat, he brings the song to a close.
But Bill has not found the orgasm he was searching for.
He has exercised a wonderful degree of control. But the
third song will be his song. Bill releases Beck's wrists
from the fence and - working through the fence - removes the
bar from her nipples. A weak sigh of relief issues from
behind Beck's gag. Bill then removes the gag. To keep his
slave quiet, he softly whispers in her ear, reminding her of
her place and the consequences of discovery. It takes
several trips into the court before Bill has placed his
slave and bound her to his satisfaction. She is on her
knees, with her legs spread as far as possible. Her collar
is attached to the fence with the leash. But the crowning
achievement of this position is the breasts. Bill has
managed to pull Beck's full breasts through holes in the
fence. The wires are not far apart enough to make this
easy. They cut into the base of her breasts, removing the
support that usually keeps the breasts so wonderfully firm
and high on her chest. The breasts would flop were they not
suspended by the bar through the nipple rings. Bill has
hooked the bar right under her chin. The effect is such
that the flopping mass of her breasts are pulled upward and
the nipples distended quite significantly. A belt around
her waist and the fence keeps her body against the fence.
Bill now conducts his song. He uses the whip on the
tender underside of Beck's exposed tits. The nipples are
tugged quite painfully as this action shakes the otherwise
inert mass of Beck's breasts. Bill then steps up to the
fence and shoves his cock into Beck's mouth, stifling the
whimpers and protests coming from that orifice. The fence
separates them, and Beck's position does not allow him to
really bury his cock as far as he wishes. He uses this
frustration to fuel the song. After several minutes of
letting Beck's talented tongue dance over his tool, he
removes himself and goes back to making Beck's pendulous
breasts dance. A few strokes are also aimed at the body
pressing against the fence. Beck's body squirms against
her bonds, making the entire fence shake. With the crop,
Bill carefully places his last two strokes of the night.
They land on the nipples, halfway between base and ring.
Beck almost screams with the pain, but realization of her
surroundings turns her scream into a agonized moan. The
fence shakes again as her entire body absorbs the pain. The
sound of the fence joins Beck's whimpers, the whoosh of the
whip, and Bill's contented sighs as he once again plunges
his cock into Beck's only available orifice. The song is
complete as Bill empties his seed onto Beck's tongue.
So it is complete. The songs are finished. Beck's
bondage is released, and Bill once again guides her through
the pink of the approaching dawn. The sounds of their
neighbors rousing from sleep are their companions as they
slip, hopefully unnoticed, back into the safety of their
home.
The full daylight of noontime will reveal Beck back in
the park, ostensibly to watch the children play. In
reality, she studies the fence, and relives the most
incredibly kinky evening of her life.