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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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