The Dark Library (15 page)

“Back in your seat, Quinn,” he said calmly.
“I think you see how badly you've failed that test.”

Dazed, gasping, her body still inflamed,
Hannah stared at him with a sense of disbelief, but looking at the
food on the table, she stumbled back around it and sat down,
brushing her hair back, feeling a rising sense of embarrassment and
then indignation.

“You are a bastard... my lord,” she said
sulkily.

“You keep saying that, as if it's the worst
insult you know. Quaint and old fashioned attitude from a girl who
grew up in council houses were very few of the parents ever
bothered to marry.”

She glared at him, but then he rang the bell
and Molly showed up.

“The gravy has cooled,” he said.

“Yes, milord,” she said, hurrying off with
hardly more than a glower for Hannah.

“Such a biddable young thing,” he said
smugly.

“As long as you have a quirt or strap in
hand,” she said.

“One is never far away,” he said calmly.

She brought another gravy boat and set it
down, then picked up the half filled one which was there. Then, she
apparently tripped as she passed Hannah, and the gravy gushed out,
directly onto her chest. She sprang up with a curse as the girl
apologized unconvincingly, a look of satisfaction in her eyes as
she saw the mess of Hannah's dress.

“I am so sorry!” she said.

“Molly, that was unforgivable,” Carling said,
standing.

“I'm quite sorry, my lord,” she said
meekly.

He reached out and grasped her by the back of
the neck, jerking her forward, then abruptly down across the table.
There was an empty chair there, the back shoved in against the
table, and it raised her bottom high as he flipped back the short
skirt to show that she wore nothing underneath.

Hannah stared in astonishment, still shocked
by the warm gravy which had splashed over her and now plastered the
front of her dress to her body, as Carling drew the thin leather
belt from the loops of his trousers and doubled it in his hand.

“Unforgiveable,” he repeated, drawing his arm
back.

Hannah wanted to protest, but her mouth open,
she couldn't quite bring herself to speak. She was shocked, and
more than a little angry. She was quite sure the blonde bitch had
done it on purpose, and now she was covered in bloody gravy!

But as the belt came down across the blonde
girl's bottom with a resounding crack of sound she flinched and
gasped even as the girl moaned against the table. A red line
appeared across the ivory surface of her bottom, and then another
as the belt descended again, then again then again. Each blow made
a crack of sound that caused Hannah to flinch in sympathy even as
she found herself staring in fascination.

Molly made not the slightest effort at
resisting, and maintained her position as the belt lashed her
bottom and turned it red. At first she merely gasped and moaned as
the belt landed. But as the blows continued her bottom flamed red,
and she began to whimper and moan and cry out at the rising
pain.

Hannah began to feel a sense of grudging
sympathy for the girl as her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed
weakly, but then she saw that she was spreading her legs wider, and
raising her bottom to meet the blows. She gaped at the sight, her
own face red with embarrassment for the girl, but then she noted
the glistening sheen around her naked sex lips, and the way the
girl's eyes looked and she realized that Molly was aroused and
becoming more so.

The bloody little whore!

Molly turned her head towards Hannah, and
Hannah saw the look of smug satisfaction in the blonde girl's face,
the smirk of content, and she glowered down at the blonde. Without
thinking, she jerked forward, picked up the new bowl of gravy and
poured it over her.

Molly squealed and leapt to her feet. This
gravy, unlike what she'd dumped on Hannah, was quite hot, and she
shouted in pain, tearing her maid outfit off her as Carling rolled
his eyes and cured in annoyance.

“You fucking bitch!” she cried.

“Ooops,” Hannah said.

Molly grabbed for her hair and Hannah grabbed
the blonde girl's hair as they twisted and cursed and fought each
other.

“You are both trying my patience!” Carling
snapped.

* * *

Hannah was speechless with embarrassment,
flustered, confused, and angry all at the same time, as Carling and
Patrick shoved and dragged them along. She'd been stripped of her
gravy covered dress upstairs, and now she was as naked as Molly as
the two men shoved them down the stairs, ignoring their futile
efforts at protest. Patrick's presence was the real shock, and
Hannah kept desperately trying to hide her body from him, even
though he seemed to be paying little attention, his efforts
occupied with Molly.

They were pushed into the dungeon, and Hannah
found herself stood up, her wrists yanked up and apart and shackled
to a three foot length of wood which dangled from chains above.
That was bad enough, but then Molly was shoved in against her,
belly to belly, breast to breast, and her arms were similarly
shackled above to the same length of wood. Then ball gags were
shoved into their mouths, silencing their complaints and pleas.

Finding herself pressed naked up against
Molly had her squirming with discomfort – mentally. She and the
blonde girl were trying to keep from touching each other as much as
possible, but that meant shifting their bottoms out as far as they
would go, and that made them very inviting targets as Carling and
Patrick both picked up crops and set to work.

Both girls squealed and yelled and cursed as
the thin crops snapped down repeatedly on their out thrust bottoms,
and jerked their hips forward helplessly. That brought their naked
bodies pressed firmly together again, and did little to ease the
pain to their bottoms.

Lord Carling then pushed a button, and a
small motor activated somewhere with a quiet whine. Hannah gasped
as she was lifted off her feet, arms aching now as she and the
blonde danced helplessly in mid-air.

“I”ll leave you to it then sir,|” Patrick
said.

“Thank you, Patrick,” he said.

He left, much to Hannah's relief, and Carling
put the crop down and picked up a long whip with multiple thin long
laces.

“You two sluts are going to have to learn how
to behave amongst civilized people,” he said.

Hannah moaned, toes and feet jerking and
twisting as they sought the floor below. Her breasts were grinding
against Molly's bigger breasts, and her arms ached. She found this
entire situation almost impossible to believe and cope with. She
was naked and hanging by her wrists with another girl! The mere
presence of the other girl was humiliating, and the warm heat of
Molly's body pressed against her was causing her an enormous amount
of distraction and consternation.

Then Carling was standing beside her,
gripping her hair, and Molly's, jerking their heads up and
back.

“You're going to learn some discipline,
sluts,” he said.

He released their hair, and the two moaned
helplessly as he went back to the cabinet. He returned with an
enormous double-headed dildo, and Hannah squealed as he gripped her
thigh and pulled her leg open. She felt the latex cock pushing
against the mouth of her sex, and she was still moist enough that
it slid up inside her without a lot of difficulty, though it ached
as he pushed hard.

He bent the flexible dildo up, and at an
order, Molly spread her legs and he pushed it up inside her so that
only a small “U” of black latex showed between their bodies. Hannah
could feel the thing inside her trying to straighten, pushing
against the back of her pussy, and squirmed and twisted in dismay.
She wanted nothing to do with this girl! But with her mouth gagged
she couldn't even communicate that to him!

She blushed anew as she felt him forcing a
butt-plug up into her bottom, and when Molly grunted and shifted
she knew he had done the same thing to her. Her mind was sputtering
in confusion, alarm, anger, embarrassment and discomfort. Treating
her like the blonde was absolutely unacceptable! She wasn't some
slutty little commoner slave girl like Molly!

Her mind ran back the way Molly had
positioned her body again and again as Carling had given her orders
and struck her with the quirt, but then she recalled she had done
the same thing for him, and her mind quailed as she wondered just
how different she was from the girl after all.

The long laces of the flog cut across her
back and she screamed, though in reality the pain was not all that
horrible. Still, she was shocked at the blow, at the stinging pain
across her back, even as Molly cried out in turn, clearly struck by
Carling's flog in turn. She gasped for breath, wide-eyed, as
Carling swung the flog around again and it lashed her back again –
and then again – and again.

She and Molly twisted and writhed and cried
out in muffled pain as the flog lashed their soft, bare backs,
their flesh turning red, the heat and pain rising. Again and again
the flog lashed first her back, then Molly's, until both were
breathless and moaning, hanging limp and whimpering helplessly.

“Now you two had better learn to behave,” he
said, removing first Molly's gag, then Hannah's.

She gulped in air, gasping dazedly, her back
flaming even as he walked away. Before she could even think to call
out to him, to demand he release her, he'd already left, and she
remained hanging there, her now overheated, sweating body pressed
against the blonde and her big breasts.

“B-Bitch,” Molly gasped.

Hannah groaned, not caring what the girl had
to say.

“I'm a better slut than you! I'm a better
slave girl than you!”

Hannah stared at the girl in confusion and
uncertainty. Was she really saying that? In any event, she wanted
nothing to do with her notwithstanding the fact her face was,
without a conscious effort to the contrary, actually pressed
against Molly's face.

“You're just a priggish little librarian!”
Molly said, panting.

“Shut up,” Hannah groaned.

“You have no business being here! You should
leave as soon as he releases you!”

“Fuck off,” Hannah groaned in reply.

She gasped as the girl jerked her body and
the big flexible dildo twisted and jerked inside her.

“Don't move so fast!” she cried.

“Why? Does your dainty little virgin pussy
hurt?” Molly sneered. “Weakling!”

She began to grind herself against Hannah,
rolling her hips vigorously, twisting the dildo up inside her
belly, where the nose was jammed against the very back of her sex,
up against her cervix. Hannah gasped in pain, and did the only
thing she could think of to stop the girl's movements. She flung
her legs around her to pin her tightly against her.

Molly only laughed, then began to jerk her
hips in and out, in effect, fucking Hannah with the dildo.

“S-Stop it! You filthy bitch!”

“Virgin! I'm a sexual animal!” Molly sneered.
“You'll be much bitch if you stay here!”

“Y-You're just a filthy slut!”

“Yes! I'm a sexual animal! I'm a slut!” Molly
said tauntingly.

She crushed her lips against Hannah's to
silence her reply, and Hannah's eyes widened before jerking her
lips away.

Molly laughed and jeered at her. “Little
prudish librarian! You don't belong here with him! He needs a woman
like me!”

“S-Stop! Stop it!” she gasped.

“Make me!”

She jerked her hips in and out, sneering at
the helpless brunette. “I do kegel exercises. I have strong pussy
muscles,” she said, thrusting the dildo up into Hannah's sex again
and again.

Then she kissed her again, practically biting
her, thrusting her tongue into Hannah's open mouth. Hannah found it
impossible to draw back from the girl the way they were both
hanging face to face, but kept twisting her head from one side to
the other to pull her lips free of the sneering blonde.

But she could do little about the dildo the
girl was shoving up and down inside her aching pussy except – .

“Oww! You bitch!” Molly cried, jerking her
mouth back in pain.

Hannah dropped her legs, squeezing her thighs
together to trap the dildo where it was, and the two young women
glared at each other as they hung in place faces inches away.

“I'm a way better slave than you could ever
be!” Molly snapped.

“Good! You're bloody welcome to it, you
little slut!”

“You think you're better than me!” the blonde
accused.

Hannah, of course, was well-used to such an
accusation.

“Yes, I am! But not as a bloody sex slave! I
have too much pride for that!”

Molly looked at her in disbelief, then amused
contempt. “And just what do you think you're doing hanging around
here then, miss snot?” she demanded.

“I – .”

It was a difficult question to answer, in
truth.

“I hadn't... expected this,” she admitted a
little breathlessly.

She grunted with effort, looking up at her
arms overhead.

“He won't leave us like this long,” Molly
said sullenly.

“How do you know?”

“Because we'd die.”

Hannah stared at her and Molly snorted in
disdain. “Don't you know anything? You can't breath like this, not
when hanging fully from your arms. You can't inflate your... your
diaphragm thing.”

She blushed. “That's not down there,” she
said, “it's a thing in your chest.”

“I know what a bloody diaphragm is, you silly
little blonde twit.”

“Fine! Miss know it all! But you can't breath
without it and you can't use it when you're hanging by your
wrists.”

“Then why are we breathing?” she
demanded.

“Because we're not hanging limp. We're using
our arm muscles to pull ourselves up a little every time we inhale.
Don't believe me, try hanging completely limp and breathing. You
can't. Your rib cage is pulled up and you don't breath. Sir told
me, okay!”