____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 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 o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o o be typed therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 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.