Message-ID: <17757eli$9812020428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tmquin@ibm.net (Thomas M Quin) Subject: {ASS} SSK: Midnight (MM/FF, B&D Cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: shiloh@_NS_catholic.org Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <366479f9.708280293@news3.ibm.net> ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER =================== The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author. The author explicitly prohibits. 1) The posting of this story in an incomplete form. 2) The use of this story in a larger work without his express permission. 3) The use of this story on any CD, BBS or Website without the written permission of the author. This work is copyright shiloh@catholic.org 1998. All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. shiloh@catholic.org ***************************************************************** Midnight By Shiloh =============== It was dark, midnight. The vastness of Creation was all around us, though more intimate because it was veiled. A bright moon cast its light onto a clearing, bathing the snpw in purity as our freezing bodies were led there, arms tied behind us, shivering, expecting the worst. Our nipples were stiff from the cold. Our Masters whispered thoughts of cruelty and torment in our ears. My companion and I sought shelter in each other's eyes. It was impossible to say whether the cold or the fear, the trepidation, the divine excitement made us tremble more. Were we not slaves? Could our Masters not do anything to us? We loved them; even so, we were afraid, and we sought to comfort each other with silent glances. First my companion was placed on her knees. (The night was so silent!) I heard the snow crunch as she knelt. I knew I was next, and I longed to be spared whatever torture awaited us, for both our sakes, but I could not find my voice. Perhaps something in my deepest being refused to cry out. How could I deny the pleasure of my Master? His needs and desires came first, as did those of her Master for her. We both knew that. We both accepted it. We only prayed that, in pain as well as in pleasure, we could be pleasing to them. Now I was made to kneel across her. I was so excited to be close to her naked body, and she to mine. Our Masters towered over us, like gods. We felt so small, so naked, so vulnerable. They pressed us closer together. My nipples were on top of hers. Exchanging cold, white breaths, we awaited our fate, trusting in each other to kiss away the tears we knew would soon flow. I whispered words of love to her. My feet were tied behind her back. Then our Masters produced two long needles. They held my right nipple. Slowly, painfully, they pushed the needle through us, through the bodies of their property. Oh, how we tried to hold back the tears! Our nipples were joined together, and our Masters regarded us and admired their work. They laughed at us and derided us -- poor, helpless slaves that we were! It was their right. We knew it. We relished being their objects of scorn. Then they pressed her feet down, nestled her ankles in the snow, and took out two long, U-shaped stakes. These were placed over her ankles. Our Masters brandished mallets; the sound of the falling hammers rang out like Siegfried forging his sword. Soon she was driven into the ground. Her Master spoke in a calm but distant voice to us: "Here you are, and here you'll remain until tomorrow at midnight. If anyone finds you, well that's too bad. I assume you will be raped. Tomorrow we'll come back and reposition you. We will nail you" -- he laughed -- "to the ground, arms and legs spread, and pin your nether lips together. We'll see how you like that!" They left us in the freezing cold and rode off on horseback. We cried and cried, but there was no one to hear us. "Yes Master," we thought, "we are your whores, your lesbians, your slaves and your lovers. We will try to suffer in dignity as befits your possessions. We worship you." All night she and I shivered in the cold, rubbing our bodies together as best we could. We knew then, truly, that we were owned, body and soul. ************************************************************************** To send E-mail to the Author please remove the _NS_ from the return address. This story was brought to you by the SSK. Lots more ORIGINAL bondage fiction, 5000 NEW unpublished bondage pictures, great contests, photo stories and more await you at..... http://www.gagged.com THE bondage site. *************************************************************************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----