The Dark Library (10 page)

Hannah had no idea what he was referring to
until she felt his finger rubbing against her wrinkled little back
opening. Then her eyes widened and she twisted her head around.
“D-don't!” she gasped, blushing.

He snorted and slapped her bottom stingingly,
then picked up something which looked rather like a smaller version
of the dildo, smaller, but flaring wider as he pressed it against
her rosebud.

“Carling! I-I don't... I've never...”

“You will now, slave.”

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

He spanked her even as he slowly twisted the
butt-plug into her back passage, forcing her sphincter to widen
around it, then slide closed behind.

“Naughty little sex slave,” he said.

Crack!

Hannah's bottom was on fire, and her mind was
battered and bruised from the wildfire excitement and
sensations.

She cried out again as he slapped at the base
of the dildo, jabbing it inside her. Then he flung her off him, and
she rolled onto her back, then onto her belly again on the bed,
gasping. He grasped her hips, shifting her around again, then the
shackles around her wrists came apart from each other. Before she
could think to react, however, his powerful hands had hold of her
wrists and were shoving them up and back against the opposite
corners of the bed.

He slid up across her chest, half sitting
atop her as he quickly fastened the chains to the top corner posts
of the bed. He rolled off her as she lay there, chest heaving,
cocking her head up and back towards the top posts, and pulled
another pair of shackles from under the bed. He had hold of one
ankle before she saw what he was up to, and held it easily as he
slipped the shackle around it.

“What are … you... doing!?” she gasped,
shoving and kicking at him with her other foot.

He pulled back on the chain, attaching it to
the lower post, then circled around the bed and grabbed her other
ankle as she kicked at him, pinning it down, slipping the shackle
around it and then pulling it wide.

“I-I suppose you need to do this so your
dates don't run away!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“No, just so I can torture them without them
interfering,” he said.

He looked her up and down as she lay
spreadeagled before him.

“You look good this way, Quinn,” he said.
“Maybe I'll keep you like this permanently.”

She glowered at him, frazzled, hair
bedraggled, skin sheened in perspiration, and face blushing as he
examined her pussy and fingered her clit.

“You're as bad a pervert as your uncle!” she
accused.

“Worse,” he said with a smug grin.

He found a black scarf, doubled it up,
doubled it again, and then put it over her eyes, drawing it back
behind her head and tying it there.

“Now I'll invite in the servants to have at
you,” he said.

“You don't scare me!” she gulped.

“Of course not. Nasty little trollop like you
would probably like that.”

She felt his weight on the bed and pulled
against the shackles.

His fingers roamed her body, not neglecting
her clit and nipples.

“Now then. Here is what you need to do,” he
said. “You need to say “I am unworthy of you, Lord Carling. But
please would you fuck your nasty little slave girl.”

“Not a bloody chance!” she gasped.

She smelled something. It was familiar, and
yet, she wasn't quite certain. Then she knew it was a fire of some
sort. A... candle?

“Aghh!” she gasped as little prickles of fire
fell upon her breast. “What are you doing!? Don't!”

“Merely beg my forgiveness for your rudeness,
and then obey your master,” he said.

It was wax! The bastard was dripping hot wax
onto her nipples and breasts!

Hannah remembered when, as a girl, she had
played with the candles at her grandmother's, dripping wax
experimentally onto her fingers. It was awfully hot, but cooled to
bearable temperatures very quickly.

Of course, she'd never thought to drip it
onto her nipples!

“Beg, slut,” he ordered.

She shook her head violently as wax pattered
down around her nipples, building up a thick crust, then gasped and
arched and twisted as the droplets began to rain down on her belly
and abdomen, and finally, her clit.

“Ahhhg! Ohh! Stop it! Don't! Ahhh!”

“Beg my forgiveness, slave.”

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”

”For what?” he taunted.

“I don't knoooow!” she moaned.

“Silly little librarian. You should say
`Please forgive me, Lord, for my impertinence.'”

“P-Please forgive me, Lord, for my
impertinence,” she gasped.

“Now beg me to fuck you.”

“Noooo,” she groaned.

She felt his hands on her breasts pulling
away the cooling wax, brushing off her breasts and belly and pussy.
Then she heard a clinking sound, and a moment later cried out as
ice cold – ice, in fact – landed on her right breast and began to
slowly circle her nipple.

“Ahh! Aghh! No! Take it off!”

But the ice circled her nipple, and then
another piece began to slowly caress her other breasts. Despite her
writhing and twisting, they continued to circle her breasts and
nipples, then slide up and down her ribs as her squeals became
higher pitched and more energetic.

One slid back and forth across her clit as
she felt the dildo begin to pump slowly in and out, then his mouth
– with ice cube inside, began to suck and lick at her clit,
producing powerful sensations her body didn't quite know how to
cope with.

He spit the cube out, and warmed his mouth
the flesh of her abdomen and thighs, then began to suck on her clit
again as the dildo pumped faster and faster. The cold melted in the
raw heat flaring wildly within her, and Hannah's body began to
writhe and twist and arch and pull against the shackles.

He stopped and she grunted as she felt his
weight atop her, gasped as he jerked back on her hair.

“Do you want it, slave girl?”

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Do you want it, slut?”

“Y-Yes!” she gasped.

“Tell me you're unworthy.”

“I-I'm unworthy!” she groaned, breathing
ragged.

“Now beg, beg me to fuck my filthy little sex
slave. And if you don't, I'm going to go downstairs and leave you
to stew for about twenty minutes, then come up with more
candles.”

“Please fuck me!” she moaned.

She gasped as he slapped her face
lightly.

“Lord,” he growled.

“Please fuck me, Lord!” she gasped.

“Again, slut. Please fuck your filthy little
sex slave. Say it.”

“Please fuck your filthy little sex slave,
Lord!” she moaned.

“No, I think not. I'm really not up to the
task at the moment. However, since you're in clear need and I'm a
kindly lord and master. I've invited Jason to come and do you
instead. Jason, get aboard and fuck this little slut hard and
fast,” he said.

Hannah didn't believe him for a moment, but
gasped anyway whens he felt the dildo slide out of her and the hard
cock rubbing up and down against her opening.

“That is, Jason, ram it into her. You know
how these white girls love those big black cocks,” he said. “Have
you ever fucked a black man, Quinn?” he taunted.

She gasped and moaned as the cock pushed into
her; big, hard, thick and long, reveling in the glorious full
penetration as it pushed up through the quivering hot folds of
flesh and deep into her belly.

The blindfold was yanked off her head and
then his lips were crushing hers again as he rolled his hips from
side to side and began to fuck her. He was pulling at her hair
again, kneading her breast, biting and sucking and licking at her
as though he were eating her all up. And that thick cock of his was
churning away inside her as she breathlessly twisted and rolled
amid the storm tossed waves of sensation buffeting her mind.

The orgasm lashed her senses with liquid fire
and she twisted and writhed and cried out in helpless pleasure as
his hips thrust against her again and again and again. A part of
her hated that she was reacting so strongly, knowing how that would
merely reinforce his arrogance, but she couldn't help herself and
just at that moment couldn't bring herself to really care that
much.

The climax left her limp and gasping, and
then, though she was sure he hadn't come yet, he pulled back, and
instead slid the dildo inside her once again. Then he reached for
the night table again, and this time came away with another phallic
looking tube which, with the flick of a finger, began to buzz
noiselessly.

She had never used a vibrator, but knew from
the first touch she would be buying one now. Her clit felt almost
painfully sensitive after her recent orgasm, but her pleas were
ignored and as the buzzing toy caressed her there she felt her hips
beginning to squirm and grind back, and felt the shockingly quick
resurgence of sexual hunger and need within her.

He kept slapping, twisting and pushing at the
base of the dildo protruding from the lips of her sex, and it hurt,
producing dull little aches deep within her, yet somehow, he was
succeeding in shoving the big dildo deeper, for it seemed every
time she looked at it less of it was visible. She moaned and pulled
at the shackles, her wrists aching in a fiercely exciting way, but
when he turned and undid her ankles she was delighted at being able
to move them, at least, and wrapped them around his body as he fell
atop her again and began to kiss her.

He liked to pull at her hair, and it hurt,
but she never asked him to stop, nor understood why it excited her,
why the crackling sexual electricity never seemed to leave her,
even after her climax. When he lifted her legs up onto his shoulder
she moaned weakly, wanting but not wanting him to replace the dildo
with his cock. She'd just climaxed, and was still breathless. And
then instead of pulling the dildo free she felt his fingers lower,
on the butt-plug.

She felt the thing forcing her sphincter open
as it slid slowly out of her, and then, just as she realized his
intent and tried to say no she felt his cock sliding down into her
back passage.

“Oh! Oh! Carling! Wait! Wait!” she cried
weakly.

“I want this tight little arse of yours,
little commoner,” he said.

He already had half his cock inside her, and
Hannah, gasping, jerking her head up, staring, could hardly believe
it, and could hardly believe it had gone into her so deeply, so
easily, and without pain. She gaped at it in shock, then gasped as
he gripped her ankles and forced them up and back hard, raising her
bottom towards him as he leaned over her.

“Oh God!” she gasped as she felt his cock
sliding down deeper into her ass.

“No, just your Lord,” he taunted.

“Ungggh!”

He pushed deep, and now it hurt, though the
pain was more of a deep, dull ache. It eased instantly as he eased
the pressure and slid his thick cock back up a little, then
rekindled as he thrust down once again – deeper. She felt a
cramping sensation in her lower belly and her head thrashed from
side to side as he put more pressure on her ankles. She let out a
choked cry as they were forced down over her shoulders against the
pillow next to her head, then he began to pump into her steadily;
in and out, in and out, up and down.

She lay trembling, gasping, dazed and
shocked, and yet with that crackling sexual electricity growing
ever more powerful within her. She felt a frantic wonder at what
she was becoming, then he thrust harder, and his cock actually
drove deeper into her ass. His hips were slapping against her
buttocks, and now his pubic bone was slapping against the base of
the dildo still sticking out of her pussy, hammering it slowly
deeper inside her.

Her pussy ached! Her ass, deep inside, ached!
And her wrists ached where they pulled against the shackles. But
the pain only seemed to add to the wild dark thrill of seductive,
sensual heat raging within her as Carling drove his big cock down
into her relentlessly. She'd never been sodomized, and was stunned
by the experience. It was simultaneously degrading and incredibly
hot, and she was unable to talk, could only make dazed animal gasps
grunts and moans as he slammed her buttocks down into the bed again
and again and again.

She came again, gnashing her teeth, then
crying out in dazed pleasure, her insides burning, aching,
exploding with pleasure and pain, or pain and pleasure, all mixed
and swirling and churning up within her body and mind.

Oh God, it was good! It was sooo goood!

And nothing else mattered! The pleasure was
all!

She was floating, floating amid a gloriously
peaceful sense of satiated pleasure and languorous aftermath,
staring up at him through glassy, uncaring eyes as he continued to
thrust down into her. She was aware of him, aware of the feel of
his cock in her bottom as it plunged up and down, aware of the
impact of his hips against her backside, and the firm grip of his
hands around her ankles, aware of her aching back as she was bent
double, aware of it all, and yet, she simply floated amid all the
sensations, uncaring and unthinking.

He stopped, and she supposed he'd come inside
her. A part of her felt squeamish about that, but she was still too
blitzed to really care about that or anything else. She groaned
involuntarily as he eased her ankles up and back, then let them
drop.

Then he was removing the shackles from her
wrists, and letting them fall to the bed as she finally began to
regain a greater sense of consciousness.

He kissed her on the side of the throat.
“Slave,” he growled.

He pulled up and back and she groaned weakly
.”Not... your slave,” she panted weakly.

“You will be.”