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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. 
