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Archive name: midnight.txt (MF, reluc, bdsm)
Authors name: Marcia R. Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
Story title : Midnight Madness
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Midnight Madness (MF, reluc, bdsm)
by Marcia R. Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
***
Kellie is again in a terrible pickle: She can't sit
down. She can't move more than a few inches in any
direction. Her eyes are blindfolded and her mouth is
gagged. Something nine inches long and plated in gold
inhabits a place usually reserved for something else.
If she leans forward, if she leans back, if she
slouches even a little... Want to know what poor Kellie
(from the story "Window Watching" in Directory 20) has
gotten herself into now? Read this short, three page
story and find out.
***
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray
any person living or dead, nor any known situation. It
is meant for adults only and is not to be read by
person's under the age of 18, or the legal age in the
county/state/country in which the reader resides.
If you would like a Microsoft Word or WordPerfect
version of this story (a much easier read), please
contact me at MarciaR26@aol.com. You can also visit my
website at http://hometown.aol.com/marciar26/ to read
the rest of my stories. If that doesn't work, which it
doesn't half the time, try:
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Note: This story is adapted from the short story, "A
Shocking Wait" by Gamma. It was originally posted to
www.exsx.org. After repeated attempts, I was unable to
contact the author in order to secure his permission in
using the story. I apologize for that. I hope the
author understands.
MIDNIGHT MADNESS
by Marcia Hooper
(MarciaR26@aol.com)
Suggested by the short story:
A Shocking Wait
by Gamma
Blindfolded, Kellie stood, precariously balanced. Her
legs were spread-eagled by a stainless steel bar
strapped between her ankles. Her arms were pinioned
behind her back, bound together at her wrists and
elbows; her breasts thrust comically forward. A small
silver spring-loaded clamp tipped each of her nipples
and a black dildo secured by a thick leather strap
gagged her mouth. Long blonde hair cascaded down her
shoulders to the small of her back. She was completely
nude.
Trying to remain absolutely still (impossible in her
situation) Kellie waited in terror. Terror of the next
shock. For each of the spring-loaded clamps attached to
her nipples was connected via a thin silver chain,
itself connected to a heavier silver chain in the
center. This chain in turn went up and over a pulley
attached to a rafter in the ceiling, coming down in
front of Kellie a few feet away. At the other end of
the chain, held in position above a square metal plate,
dangled a silver metal weight. It rested a scant half
inch above the metal plate's surface
Kellie did not want the weight to touch.
Supporting the plate was a black wooden box. A wire
issued from a hole in the side and attached to the
metal weight. From a hole in the other side of the box,
a cord ran to a shiny metal pole jutting upright from
the floor. This pole was mounted directly between
Kellie's trembling legs. It ended in a gold-plate
dildo. The dildo was inside her vagina. The dildo was
extremely large.
If Kellie slumped forward, even a tiny bit, the silver
weight and the metal plate touched. This completed a
circuit and voltage ran from a rheostat inside the box
to the shiny metal pole, and up through the dildo.
Although a light shock at first, Kellie would
convulsively jump. This, of course, made the weight
touch down again, and again the voltage would flow,
stronger this time. She would go on this way, until she
either got herself under control, the metal weight
happened not to touch, or a preprogrammed instruction
gave her a break.
An insidiously nasty plan.
And it got worse.
The rheostat was computer controlled and never reacted
the same way twice. Kellie might receive a series of
small electric shocks when the weight touched down, a
decidedly stronger but individual shock, or she might
not get shocked at all. And arching her back to
increase the distance between the silver weight and the
cover plate was also fraught with danger. For directly
behind Kellie, supported by a second metal pole, was a
slender metal arm. It ended an inch from her back.
Touching it activated a contact switch at the tip,
again closing the circuit.
Able to move neither forward, nor back, Kellie was
truly fucked.
*
Please! she begged. Please make him come!
It was forty minutes since her master had left and
Kellie was bathed in sweat. Breath whistled in and out
of her nose, and her lungs bellowed air. She had
endured countless repeated shocks and was nearing her
limits. Her nipples shrieked and her vagina screamed.
She had urinated down her thighs. She had rumblings in
her bowels--despite the humiliating enema given her
earlier--and she mentally writhed and twisted and
turned while her chest remained fixed. Her hair was
absolutely soaked. Shocks hit her now with whip-lash
intensity.
"Up on your toes!" a commanding voice ordered.
Kellie leapt upwards. She cried blessings against her
dildo and began to weep. Her Master had returned!
Standing in the basement doorway, holding a whip, the
man beheld his shameless bitch. Her flesh glistened
with sweat, her muscles trembled and every tendon stood
out. She filled the air with a pungent aroma.
The man slapped the whip against his thigh, considering
perhaps if he should beat her with it. He must have
decided not.
"How have you been?" he asked.
Kellie made desperate noises in her throat and nose.
She struggled to see him through her pores. She begged
for his indulgence. She shrieked when he slapped her
rear end.
"Quiet, slut."
"Yeng, gasger!" she cried. (Yes, Master!)
The man circled behind her. He slapped her butt again,
livid with welts. Livid with hand prints. Livid with
holes from her paddle.
"You want off of this thing?" he taunted.
Kellie furiously bobbed her head. "Mmleeme?" (Please?)
The man only laughed.
Going to an old dresser, he rummaged through the
drawers, coming up with two small silver cubes. Each
had a long, dangling wire. Connecting those wires to
outlets on the box, the man knelt between his
submissive girl's legs, and positioned the cubes on the
floor.
"Lift your heels," he commanded.
Kellie obeyed, arching onto her toes. Doing it
stretched her nipples and she quietly moaned.
Slipping a cube beneath each heel, the man touched a
button on the side which turned it on. Each box also
had a small red button on top, a momentary switch:
Coming down on it would depress the button.
"Better stay as you are," her Master warned. "If either
heel touches a button, you know what happens."
Kellie bobbed her head. The voltage increased. The
voltage increased a whole lot. And each time she
depressed a button, the voltage increased even more. If
not for her Master's belated assurance otherwise, she
might shock herself to death.
"How long should I leave you?" her Master asked.
How long could she remain on her toes? How long before
she cramped? Already she felt the strain in her insteps
and calves. She felt herself flutter.
"It's ten o'clock now," her Master said. "Let's say
until midnight?"
Desperately she shook her head. She bounced up and
down. "Ngo, gasger! mmleeme!" she wailed. "Mmleeme?"
Her Master laughed. "Midnight it is," he said, slapping
her on the rear. He slapped her again when she started.
Then he slapped her again. This time she held still.
Crossing the room, the man adjusted the camera and the
lights, and checked the supply of tape. There was not
enough. Ejecting the cartridge, he replaced it with
another one right out of its wrapper; he always taped
fresh. Her audience deserved it. Returning to where she
stood shaking in the middle of the floor, he rattled
the tape beside her right ear. He laughed when she
flinched. Already, she had shocked herself twice.
"I'm showing this to your brothers," he said.
Kellie spasmed and convulsively shook her head. "Ngo,
mmleeme!" she wailed in horror--and got a whack on the
can.
"No, please, Master!" he warned.
"Ngo, mmleeme, gasger!" she corrected.
"That's better. And you have no say in the matter. I do
what I want. And what I want is for your brothers to
see you getting spanked."
Agonized and defeated, Kellie could only stand there
and moan. Four times now she had been flayed before the
camera; four times now the tape was seen by her
brothers. Which of course, her brothers loved.
Especially fourteen year old Josh, who made no secret
of telling his friends all about her kicking and
screaming over her Master's knee as she got what she
deserved.
Kellie knew better than to plead.
Placing the tape in his gym bag, and zipping the gym
bag closed, her master reminded Kellie of the time,
then left the room. She heard him climb the basement
stairs to the first floor level, then cross the living
room to the door. She heard the front door open. She
heard the front door close
Tonight, she thought miserably. They'll see it tonight.
She settled in for another two hours of fun.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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