The Dark Library (13 page)

“Say please fuck your filthy little commoner
slut, my lord,” he demanded, easing his cock back.

She trembled and rolled her hips against the
absence of touch. “Please fuck … your filthy little commoner slut,
My lord!” she gasped.

He chuckled throatily and buried himself in
her snug opening again, then began to hammer himself against her
with such speed and force she cried out at every blow. She came an
instant before he did, and cried out again, her voice rising into a
wild, undulating wail of pleasure as he hammered himself against
her upraised buttocks again and again.

* * *

This is all completely insane
.

Hannah went to check her watch. It was an
instinctive gesture which ended in futility, of course. She wasn't
wearing a watch. Instead there was a shiny, stainless steel manacle
around her wrist; around both wrists. Two more encircled her
ankles. And a match collar – a collar – encircled her throat. Her
ankles were chained together, as were her wrists. And she lay naked
on the floor of the cell, her collar chained to the wall.

She ought to be cataloging books, or, if the
day was over, and she thought it might be, she ought to be in her
room watching television or surfing the internet or... or
something.

He had carried her down here. Did the man
think he was Hercules or something!? And left her like this,
telling her he would send down his guards to be serviced. He had no
guards!

Of course, the thought was darkly arousing,
as if she were some helpless princess in medieval times and this
was all for real.

At least she wasn't forced to stand upright.
And, for some reason, the floor beneath her was warm, not cold. She
had no idea how that could be unless they'd installed under-floor
heating, but that was an awfully modern concept for a dungeon. Of
course this was an awfully modern looking dungeon what with the
nicely polished stone underfoot.

She couldn't sit down but had to lay down.
The reason for that were the two immense dildos he'd shoved up
inside her. They both protruded a few inches outside her body, and
and were held in place by a thin chain which passed through a small
ring on the base of each of the dildos. That chain went up her
lower abdomen, and up between her buttocks, then split in two to
encircle her waist. She couldn't quite see how it was clasped
together for the clasp was at the small of her back. And with her
wrists manacled together in front of her – chained to the front of
the chain in fact – she couldn't reach it.

Nor could she reach the tight, aching little
nipple clips biting into her swollen pink nipples. They were each
linked to a chain which went up to the front of the collar, so that
moving her head suddenly, or arching her back, could tug stingingly
on nipples which were already throbbing hotly.

“You're a pervert, Carling!” she cried out,
doubting he could even hear.

But then, it seemed so was she.

She ran a long, slender finger down between
her legs, feeling the swelling heat of her clit, feeling the way
her sex lips strained wide around the dildo impaling her, and felt
a little shudder of arousal.

God, this is sick!

She rolled onto her back, letting her knees
rise and spread apart.

A helpless prisoner.

A sex slave.

About to be ravished by hordes of ill-bred,
lusting, muscle bound guards.

Yes, it was a dark, helpless thrill, and as
she stroked her finger against her clit, hot, swirling sensations
roiled through her belly and up into her chest. She arched her back
slowly, gasping in pain and pleasure as her nipples were
pulled.

She giggled suddenly. “I want my solicitor!”
she called.

She groaned and spread her knees wider,
shifting her feet to the length the chain allowed, fingers rubbing
up and down across her clit as her breaths became quicker. She
stretched her other hand to the limit of the chain around her
waist, finger pressing against the base of the dildo, and groaned
as she sought to shove it deeper. It ached deep inside her, but she
was able to push it a little deeper. That allowed her to slide it
back out again – and then repeat.

I'm such a fucking whore, she thought, guilt
and excitement twisting within her.

She arched her back again, groaning, gasping,
as she tugged on her nipples, as she fingered her clit, as she
pushed the dildo in and out. Heat spiked inside her, and she felt
her chest tightening, her breath become even more ragged as her
excitement mounted.

There was the clang of a metal door, and she
gasped and jerked her hands away, pulling her knees together. She
peered through the bars, heart pounding. What if it wasn't him!?
What if it was someone else!?

But it was him, and she felt a deep relief as
he came up to the bars and looked in on her.

“Slave girl,” he said. “Are you ready to be
whipped and tortured?”

“No!” she gulped.

He smiled thinly.

“I'm not your sex slave!” she said hotly.

He unlocked the cell door and pulled it wide,
then stepped inside.

The candle shaped sconces on the walls grew
brighter, and her eyes blinked uncomfortably.

Then she saw the quirt in his hand as he
slapped it lightly against his thigh.

“Let me see you on all fours, slave girl,” he
said.

She swallowed nervously and drew her knees
in, but he managed to snap the quirt against her hip and she yelped
and rolled.

“On all fours, slave girl,” he said again,
snapping the quirt across her bottom.

“Oww! Stop!”

She gasped again as it struck, hurriedly
assuming the position, wincing as she tried to raise her head and
the chains pulled at her nipples.

“That's better.”

The quirt slid between her thighs, then
angled up, stroking lightly up and down against her swollen
clit.

“Nasty, disobedient, disrespectful little
slave girl,” he said.

The quirt slid along her spine, then drew
back and slapped lightly at the side of her right breast.

“Now, chest down against the floor. Bottom
raised. Chop-chop!”

Crack!

She gasped, obeying, wincing as again her
nipples ached. And again as the quirt caressed her clit.

“Filthy little girl,” he said.

Crack!

“On your back, slave.”

She rolled over, groaning as she stared up at
him.

“Knees wide. Show me what you have
there.”

She blushed as she obeyed, licking her lips
nervously as the quirt tapped lightly at her belly.

“Now raise your hips high,” he said.
“Shoulders on the floor.”

She obeyed, blushing again at exposing
herself so lewdly.

“You clearly need much more discipline,” he
said. “Perhaps a good strapping.”

He unfastened the chain from her collar, then
pulled her to her feet and led her out of the cell and into the
wider room around her. Hannah gazed breathlessly at the frames
around her, eyes flitting from one to the other as he led her over
to a large post. He unfastened the chain binding her wrists to her
waist, then raised them high. She struggled to pull free but he
easily overpowered her, locking her wrists to the post above her
head.

The post was square, of leather covered wood,
perhaps eight or ten inches on a side. There was what Hannah had at
first taken to be some sort of support leg angling down from the
beam to the floor at a sharp angle, but as he pulled her across so
she was straddling it, she realized it was covered in leather, as
well.

Carling chained her ankles forward and apart,
almost bringing her pussy into contact with the angled 'leg', and
actually having it touching the base of the dildo which still stuck
out of her. Her own actions had gotten that deeper, so that less
than an inch now protruded, and it ached within her as it pressed
against the angled leg.

Now Carling undid the thin chains attached to
her nipple clips to her collar, and instead pulled them around the
beam and locked them together there, forcing her further forward.
This also put pressure on the base of the dildo and she groaned as
she felt it angling the front of the long, round tube inside her
and pressing it against the front wall of her pussy.

He put down the thin quirt and went to the
wall, then drew from it a thin object which he brought back to her.
He again seized her hair, forcing her head up and back sharply,
pulling her nipples against the chains so that she cried out.

And as she did he pushed what felt like some
sort of latex ball into her mouth. It was flexible, and able to
squeeze down around her teeth as his fingers slowly worked it into
her open mouth. Then it widened once again inside her mouth. It
soon filled her mouth, pushing down on her tongue, and proved to be
a gag, as he pulled the strap together behind her head to lock it
in place.

Her heart pounded and her pulse raced. She
moaned and rolled her eyes anxiously as he went back to the wall,
gasping at the feel of the pressure against her nipples and against
the base of the dildo jammed inside her.

She found if she leaned forward more it eased
the pull on her nipples, and tended to ease the pressure of the
dildo. But that had the very top of her sex pressing against the
angled leather covered brace – her clitoris in particular, and
given the heat churning within her it was almost impossible not to
grind herself against it.

“You must learn proper respect for your
betters, you common scruff,” he said.

Fuck you, she thought indignantly.

The strap struck her bottom with a sharpness
which made her squeal in alarm and pain. More to the point it
jerked her body forward so that her pussy jammed against the angled
brace and ground forward across it. She cried out – but the sound
was heavily muffled by the gag, and then again as the multiple
sensations rippled through her.

Jerking back pulled her nipples sharply,
stingingly against the chains, and that caused her to jerk forward
again, which ground her pussy against the leather once more.

“Filthy little slave girl,” he said. “Nasty
little sex slave.”

Crack!

Again she squealed, and her body reacted in
precisely the same way

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Slave! Slut! Whore! Tramp!”

She twisted and bucked, jerking and squealing
and writhing in pain. Her bottom felt the hot, sharp, raw flames of
pain even as her pussy ground back and forth across the leather
between her legs and her nipples tugged against the chains. Pain
rose, to the point she began to have a serious sense of alarm and
concern, but then the raw, wild heat began to overcome her and she
felt herself slipping into the fever-dream of wild sexual
abandon.

The constant sharp grinding movements of her
hips somehow pushed the dildo even deeper inside her, and now her
pussy was grinding directly against the leather in a way which was
producing such intense sensations that even without the strap
striking her reddened bottom she found herself grinding her pussy
against it.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The blows were sharp and slow, as he taunted
her and called her his slave, his servant, his filthy little
commoner slut, and her bottom was soon flaming hot, a heat which
belied the wild animal heat within her.

She was on the edge of an orgasm, a massive
orgasm, and only the sharp, cracking blows of the strap across her
burning hot bottom kept her from tumbling over the edge!

She was sweating, baking in the heat within
her, bedraggled and dazed as he jerked back on her hair and then
unfastened the gag from around her cheeks. He pulled the ball
slowly out of her mouth and she moaned and gulped in air, sweat
trickling slowly down her body.

“Agghh!” she gasped as he jerked back on her
hair.

“Do you want more strapping, whore, or do you
want your lord to fuck your hot, filthy body?”

“F-Fuck me!” she gasped dazedly.

“Beg me, slave.”

“Please fuck me, my lord!” she panted.

Crack!

“Put more emotion into it, slave girl.”

“Please fuck me, my lord!”

Crack!

“You're not a 'me'. You're not a person.
You're a thing, a creature, a possession of mine. You're my filthy
little whore slave!”

“P-Please fuck your f-filthy little whore
slave, My lord!” she moaned.

Crack!

“Again!”

“Please fuck your filthy little whore slave,
My lord!”

Crack!

“More emotion!”

“P-Please fuck your f-filthy little whore
slave, My lord!”

Crack!

“Louder!”

“Please fuck your filthy little whore slave,
My lord!”

The strap hit her back, and Hannah's eyes
widened as she cried out in pain.

“I don't think you're worthy of having my
cock, you filthy little slave girl,” he said.

He did something to the chain at the small of
her back, and the pressure on it eased, then the chain fell away.
She groaned as the dildo in her pussy actually sank a bit deeper.
But his fingers gripped the one sticking out of her bottom and slid
it slowly free. Then his fat-nosed cock pushed into her, and she
shuddered helplessly as it pushed up into her belly, filling her
up, jamming her forward against the leather.

He pulled back on her hair and growled into
her ear as he began to pump in and out of her, his other hand
kneading her breasts as he began to jam her against the leather
again and again. He'd sodomized her before, but it was still a blow
to her psyche, and now, every time he thrust into her it forced her
pussy to grind across the hard leather on the angled wood before
her.

The multiple sensations blew her mind and she
screamed as the orgasm tore through her. The wild intensity of the
sensations tearing apart her mind as she writhed and bucked and
jerked and thrashed in mindless pleasure, all while he continued to
thrust against her and continued to jam her forward against the
leather.