The Dark Library (16 page)

“Well... well we can still breath,” Hannah
said, slightly worried now.

“As long as your muscles hold out.”

Molly smirked. “I bet you have no muscles in
your arms.”

“Well you'd bet wrong! I work out doing more
than carrying big fat breasts around!”

“You wish you had tits like mine, you
runt!”

When Carling returned they both had bite
marks and were glaring at each other, but had become too weary from
hanging in place to do much beyond that. Hannah had gotten used to
having the blonde girl's naked flesh pressed against her own, and,
if it weren't for the anger she felt at the cheap little tart might
have admitted – at least to herself – that the sensation was not
entirely unpleasant. The way her own sensitive breasts pillowed out
against Molly's was particularly sensual and pleasant.

“And have you two slave girls learned to
behave?” he asked casually.

“No!” Hannah snapped.

“Yes, master,” Molly said meekly.

Hannah snorted in contempt as Carling came up
alongside them. Even hanging by their wrists he was still taller
than they, if not by much, and his face was almost even with
theirs.

“Let me see you kiss and make up then.”

Hannah glared sulkily, but Molly obeyed at
once, kissing her full on the lips. She didn't resist, but neither
did she kiss back.

“I can see one of you is friendlier than the
other,” he said.

He lowered them to the floor, then undid
Molly's wrists, letting her come free. The dildo slipped out of
Hannah, and then out of Molly, as well, dropping to the floor.

“Well let me down now!” Hannah snapped.

He snorted in something like amusement, then
pulled back on her hair, slowly but firmly. As she gasped and her
mouth opened wide, he shoved the ball gag back into it, and her cry
of complaint was muffled before it began, as he snapped the strap
around behind her head.

She glowered at him indignantly.

“You need to learn more respect, little
commoner girl,” he said with a smirk.

She shook her head angrily and he laughed,
then went behind her again. The next thing she knew she was
blindfolded, then her ankles were being pulled apart, well apart,
and chained in place. The little motor whirred and she gasped as
she was lifted just off her toes to hang spreadeagled now.

“I think you need a little more time to
contemplate your impertinence, little slave girl,” he said.

I'm not a slave girl, she thought
angrily.

“You may go back upstairs, Molly,” he
said.

“Thank you, My Lord,” she heard Molly
say.

There was silence for a long minute, then she
felt his fingers tracing along the underside of her breasts.
Despite herself, she felt a sudden rush of heat in her lower belly,
and as his fingers slowly descended, that rush grew greater. She
was more than slightly bewildered by it, but couldn't resist as the
excitement and heat intensified. Then his finger was stroking her
swollen pussy opening.

“Silly librarian,” he said. “You don't really
want to go back to your boring books, do you? Do you want to read
about life or experience it?”

His finger slipped inside her, wriggling
slowly up through the rapidly moistening folds of her sex sleeve as
his thumb caressed her clit. She groaned into the gag as her hair
was pulled back, and then felt his mouth on her breast, felt his
teeth digging into her soft flesh as he began to suck and lick at
her nipple.

“Perhaps you need another whipping,” he said,
before gnawing lightly at the side of her throat. “Or perhaps you
need to be kept in a cage for a while.”

His teeth nibbled at her earlobe, and a
second finger slid up into her pussy. “Maybe I need to invite in a
host of eager, salivating men to use you again and again until
can't stop climaxing.”

She moaned helplessly, then gasped as his
tongue abruptly began to work at her clit. Her head rolled and she
felt a deepening well of sexual arousal growing hotter and hotter
within her lower belly. It spread out and up and a hot throbbing
need filled her.

She felt his fingers at the butt plug,
pulling it slowly out, slowly forcing her sphincter to open wide to
let it slide out. She gasped as it did, and then after coming free,
it pushed right back into her again, opening her once more, her
bottom drawing it back in and closing behind it.

“Naughty girl,” he said, slapping her bottom
sharply.

The butt plug came out again, slowly, pulling
free entirely, then he pushed it right back into her. She felt her
pussy penetrated by something other than fingers, and closed her
eyes beneath the blindfold as what felt like that thick dildo was
shoved up into her, then began to pump in and out. His lips were
sucking at her clit, then alternatively drawing back as his tongue
licked energetically.

Then he began to fondle her breasts, then
began to suck at the center of one – at the same time.

Amid the hot, tumbling, churning rush of
pleasure and excitement she felt a sudden jolt, a shock-wave run
through her. Carling did indeed have good reason to boast, even to
boast about his talents in bed, but even he couldn't perform oral
sex on a girl while sucking on her nipple simultaneously!

She twisted and writhed in the tight bonds,
dismayed, alarmed, indignant, quite certain she knew who else was
there with them!

And then the blindfold was pulled free, and
she got a second shock. She'd thought it was Molly at her breast,
but it was Carling. Molly knelt before her, her mouth eating
voraciously at her pussy as she pumped the dildo in and out.

She moaned in denial but her anger was swept
away by waves of pleasure. Then Carling moved behind her and pulled
the butt-plug free a final time. She heard it fall to the floor as
something else slid into her, something thicker longer, warmer. She
whimpered in denial than cried out in pleasure as his cock drove
deep into her belly and his lips came down on the nape of her
neck.

The orgasm was not long in coming, and not
quick to depart. She writhed and bucked in helpless pleasure as
convulsions wracked her body. She could not resist the wild fire of
heat and excitement which shattered her mind and set her body to
bucking and trembling and jerking in paroxysms of wild delight.

As if something inside her had broken, she
felt tensions draining away, care and concerns about pride and
dignity, about independence and societal judgments about proper
behavior simply melted away. For in the end, his words were
horribly true. It was far better to be living life than reading
about it – for once.

As the orgasm faded she hung limply, gasping,
moaning, flushed with heat and dazed by the explosive intensity of
the climax. But while she stared down at the top of the blonde
girl' s head and squirmed a little with emotional discomfort, it
wasn't a real concern. Carling's cock was still thrusting up into
her, had only really just begun, and she gasped and moaned as his
hips struck her buttocks repeatedly. The wild rush of heat every
time he drove his prick up into her made her gasp and moan and
whimper at every thrust.

The blonde girl's tongue continued to stroke
and caress her swollen clit, sending scalding waves of sensual
pleasure up through her belly. And the constant thrusting of the
dildo inside her was a dark, delicious counterpoint to the deep
stroking of Carling's cock in her bottom.

It was all so... so bloody insane! It simply
couldn’t be happening to a boring girl like her!

And yet, of course, it was.

After another shattering climax, the
exhausted girl was finally lowered to the floor. Carling made her
crawl over to one of the cells, and then, shackling her wrists to
the wall, he locked her in. Molly, meanwhile, was locked into the
cell next door, then they were left in place for a time.

Laying naked and chained on the floor again,
Hannah thought about her life, and what she could be doing instead;
surfing the internet, watching television, reading a book, or
perhaps, with more drive, gardening or... or taking a walk. But no,
instead she was shackled naked in a cell, waiting for... her lord
to come down and make her do his bidding again, make her perform
for him, make her crawl for him.

It was simply not possible for her, however
rationally she considered it, to be terribly resentful, then, of
her present circumstances. She lay on her back on the floor and let
her fingers slide along her breasts, caressing her still-swollen
nipples, wincing a little from the bite marks both he and Molly had
left on her breasts.

The lights rose slightly in the outer area,
and she gasped and considered rising, then thought to stay as she
was, positioned nicely for him, the submissive slave girl. She was
shocked speechless when Jason appeared at the bars instead, and her
mouth opened to cry out when he passed by and went to the next
cell.

She scurried to her knees, and back against
the wall, shocked, appalled, fearful suddenly of her helplessness
and nakedness even as she heard the other cell door open. She heard
the low rumble of his voice, but couldn't make out what was said,
but he could see in the shadow projected against the opposite wall,
that he was standing just inside the cell to her right.

Her heart pounded as she saw movement, and
then saw Molly's shadow kneeling before him. She saw her head
starting to move back and forth even as she heard as wet slurping
sound, and stared, aghast, at first, at the shadows on the
wall.

Yet she knew very well that Molly was doing
nothing against her will – the filthy slut!

The filthy little slave girl!

She gulped and felt her chest tighten as she
watched the image, and then as it changed, and Jason's image
dropped much lower as he went to his knees. Then she began to hear
the slap of flesh on flesh, followed by the harsh, ragged breathing
of the young blonde girl. Her breaths were interspersed with groans
and gasps and whimpers of pleasure – or pain – she didn't know. But
then cries of what were clearly pleasure began to rise more and
more often, and she saw Jason's hips moving faster as the
slap-slap-slap picked up in speed.

It went on – too long. Hannah drew back from
the bars, turned her head away, tried to keep her eyes off the
moving shadows, tried to block her ears to the blonde girl's rising
cries of passion and pleasure, but of course, that was simply not
possible.

Sex slave!

The raw image the words created made her
tremble in nervous heat and excitement. Did it mean you were any
man's meat?! That any man who wanted you could just... just take
you!?

Of course, being taken was always one of her
fantasies, but... but that was simply a fantasy!
Molly cried out in passion as she climaxed, yet the slap-slap-slap
continued for a long minute before slowing.

She cringed, sitting against the wall, knee
drawn up to hide her chest as he walked past. He looked in at her,
smirked, as she blushed furiously, and then continued on.

She remembered to breath again.

An hour or so later Carling came down and
opened both of the cells. He had them both crawl out to him and
then drew them up on their knees before him and let them take turns
on his stiff cock. She and Molly worked out an arrangement, without
a word being spoken, trading his cock for his balls, back and
forth, each trying to outdo the other in giving him pleasure
ignoring the hard stone against their sore knees as they sucked and
licked and rolled their eyes up at him.

She wondered who would get to swallow his
come, who would get to finish it, but there too she was in for a
new experience. He pulled out of her mouth, then ordered them to
press their cheeks together, as he pumped his fist up and down on
his slick shaft. He came, spraying his seed evenly over their
faces. Molly moaned in pleasure, while Hannah was more than
slightly stunned.

Then Molly licked the come off her face, as
she knelt there, gaping, blinking, gasping.

They were both put back into the cells,
shackled again.

She gasped to see Patrick at the bars, and
again scurried to cover herself, but he merely passed on and she
had to endure a repeat of the previous session, as, like Jason, he
made full and thorough use of the lovely blonde girl.

She felt a sense of resentment at that, as
illogical as it was. Why were they so interested in Molly anyway?
She was prettier than the blonde! Even if she didn't have the big
tits!

An hour later she was beginning to fidget
when a shadow fell across her. She looked up and gasped to see
Jason there. Yet she was slower in scrambling to cover herself this
time, and felt a dark sense of heat and thrill as he remained
staring at her.

He unlocked the door, and she felt her heart
beginning to pound.

He stepped inside and looked at her, and she
stared back, pulse racing.

His hand gestured her forward, pointing at
the floor before him.

Hannah jerked her head frantically from side
to side.

He gestured again, scowling, and suddenly, as
if losing control of her body, she moved away from the wall,
crawling closer. The chains attached to her wrists brought her up
short, however, and he stepped inside, coming over to her. She slid
backwards on her knees, but he reached down, gripped her by the
hair, and pulled her firmly up towards him.

Her heart pounded like a drum as he pulled
her forward. Her wrists, chained to the wall, went back behind her
head as he unzipped his trousers. He pulled his cock out, and
Hannah moaned as she stared at it in the dim light. It was already
semi hard, and getting harder by the second.

He rubbed it over her face, and she closed
her eyes. Then she felt it pressed against her mouth, and she
opened it, then her eyes, moaning around the thick shaft as it
pushed into her mouth.