by JJ Argus
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.”
Chapter Seven
Hannah had no clothes. He'd left them in the 'dungeon', and so she had to borrow a robe and scurry through the halls and back to her own little room.
At least she still had her socks!
She locked herself inside for a bit, then anxiously slipped down and into the big washroom to take a shower. After her time in the dungeon and then... with Carling... she definitely needed one. But being naked like that made her anxious, and she was relieved to get back into her room and lock the door behind her.
Showering might have washed off sweat and dirt but it certainly couldn't wash away the memory of that... bizarre sexual interlude. She alternated between bushing with embarrassment and flushing with excitement at the dark and perverse things she'd experienced.
She'd taken his cock right down his throat! That was a shocking and wickedly exciting thing! And it had been so easy! She'd only done it once, granted, and it had been involuntary, but really, it wasn't that difficult! She was sure she could do it again.
Being sodomized, well, she was rather rueful about that, but it hadn't really hurt, and there was something darkly, nastily exciting about the thought. Bastard! He'd taken her in every orifice, and not asked permission either! And she'd begged him to fuck her!
Wow!
His sex slave!? Of all the gall! She was no one's sex slave! The very notion was ludicrous! Well, it was also horribly arousing, but in a fantasy eroticism sort of way, not in a `Please whip me, master while I grovel before you' sort of way.
She rubbed her backside resentfully. It wasn't sore, but it certainly had been. Imagine him spanking her like that!
Her eyes flicked to the butt-plug sitting on the floor where she'd tossed it. He'd shoved it back into her before sending her off, telling her she should wear it from now on so she was ready whenever he wanted to bend her over and take her there. What colossal gall!
Not that he'd been serious, or at least, she didn't think he was, really. But still, even having the nerve to say that, in his pompous, arrogant, confident tone, was unbelievable.
She had been down in the dungeons and then in his bed for half the day! Her stomach rumbled hungrily, for she'd missed dinner, yet a part of her was afraid to show her face. Could any of the others have known, or heard?
What a slut they would think her!
And yet she couldn't honestly regret any of it. It not only overshadowed any sexual experiences he'd ever had in her life it overshadowed ALL the sexual experiences of her life COMBINED!
When she was a little old lady of ninety two she'd still remember it.
But then the presumption of that struck her, and she hesitated. The presumption was, of course, that she'd never again have that kind of wild, kinky, thrilling sexual experience, that it was unique, once in a lifetime, and that now she'd return to her dull, largely sexless existence save for her bottle and fingers. That was a depressing thought.
She shook her head. There were plenty of attractive men out there! She could find them if she only looked! And unlike Carling they wouldn't shackle her to the bed!
She was surprised, though, at the feeling that thought provoked: disappointment.
Did she want to be shackled to the bed? Did she like the idea of being... mastered, as it were? Well, she had, certainly. But of course, not as a matter of routine.
But she wouldn't mind doing it again, she knew.
* * *
Over the next several days she continued to catalog the collection. She was left in peace to do it now. At first she was relieved, and then irritated by Carling's absence. Had he gotten bored with the little commoner girl now that he'd gotten what he wanted? Was he out trying to seduce some other cheap little commoner? What happened to her being his little sex slave anyway? Did he think he didn't need to do anything more for that to happen?
Maybe he was fucking the maids. Her face flushed a little at the thought. She had come back to her room the next day to find the robe – his robe – which she'd left flung across the table, gone. Her trash can was emptied, the little bathroom cleaned – and the butt-plug she'd left on the floor sitting by the sink.
Her face had almost burned off at the thought one of the maids must have come in and found it – and the robe! What they must think of her!
Had it been her imagination or had the blonde one smirked at her when they'd passed in the hall?
Her resentment leant her another thought. She knew where his bedroom was now. That was probably where he'd placed that video call to, and the TV there probably contained the recording of what he'd seen.
She would certainly not go at night, but during the day the room ought to be empty. She could go in, check the TV, and erase it if it contained the video she suspected it did. Imagine the disaster of that got out!
She wasn't quite sure how to get there, though, given that she had to pass through the central part of the house where she might well run into one of the servants. Since she had no business beyond the kitchen they would probably ask her where she was going.
But there was a way past them. She could go down the passage into the dungeon, walk through it to the basement, then through there to come up the other stairway he'd used which had opened right near his door.
It was her right, after all. She had never given any permission for that sort of video to be taken – nor would she! So, telling herself that, Hannah let herself into the passage and went back down to the dungeon. Once there she looked around very carefully for the light switches. Perhaps to preserve the authenticity of the place there was no sign of a light switch, but she found them in place, right where they would normally be expected to be, but behind false stone panels which swung out.
Turning on the lights gave the room a much different, less dangerous atmosphere, and she couldn't help looking at the cells and remembering what had happened there, especially how Carling had taken her, while she was shackled and naked, how she had embarrassed herself with her reactions and acted like a total slut.
The memory was tinged with embarrassment, but also a raw, dark sexual heat, and she actually went to the door and put her hand on the bars, looking in, imagining herself there naked again, shackled, his prisoner...
But then, with a snort, she turned out the lights and continued through the dungeon, taking the stairs up to the basement, taking the same route he had carried her along – naked and shackled, she thought – and making her way up the stairs to the corridor where his bedroom was found. Here she began to get nervous, anxiously looking up and down the hall, fearful of discovery. How would she explain her location?
She opened the door slowly, peered in, then slipped inside and closed it behind with a sigh of relief. Once inside, she glanced at the bed, remembering other things, then searched for the control box for the TV and electronics. She opened the side table and, unsurprisingly, found handcuffs, straps, a dildo, a vibrator, and other... things which made her blush slightly. But there was no control box.
She hurried around to the other side, and found more sex toys and bondage gear, but again no box, and then she spotted it on a chair across the room, and hurried over with a curse of relief.
The TV was left in the up position, turned to face that direction, so she muttered at her own stupidity as she turned it on, and then looked to see if she could find her video.
The difference, however, was that this TV was in regular use, and had apparently recorded dozens of conversations. And more.
The first one she pressed popped up as considerably more than a conversation. It was rather like the recording he'd made of her masturbation session, in fact, except he was recording his own bed. And he wasn't masturbating.
No, it was the maid, what was her name, Molly, the blonde. She lay spreadeagled tied to the corners much as Hannah had been the other day. Hannah blushed to see the nude young woman spread out like that, and her thumb hovered over moving on, but the sight of Carling stepping into view, or at least, she assumed it was him, made her pause. She only saw him from the chest down as he climbed into the bed near the girl's head.
But it certainly looked like him. Then he gripped her hair and jerked her head back – and how she remembered that – and leaned in, sliding his cock into the girl's open mouth. As Hannah watched, she saw Carling move around so his back was to the headboard, his knees spread wide as he slid his cock deep into the girl's throat, angling her head up and back as he drove himself into her to the balls.
The blonde choked and gagged a little, twisting against the shackles, but didn't appear to be making any serious effort to pull free. Instead she was writhing and twisting her hips, perhaps because of the vibrator stuffed into her pussy. From the angle of the camera, Hannah could actually see the bulge in her throat as Carling's cock slid into it.
She felt a hot little quiver between her legs thinking about how she had taken his cock down her throat that one time. She wished she had a dildo or something she could practice on. The idea of doing that again was quite exciting. She felt jealous, watching how easy the blonde took his cock.
Slut, she thought as she watched the girl with more than a hint of jealousy.
She turned it off, trying the next one. This proved to be an uninteresting conversation with a man she didn't know. As did the next call. The one after was he and Patrick discussing dinner. Then came another home porn video, this time featuring him and both the maids. Now they were both handcuffed as he sat up and back against the backrest. Their mouths were in his groin sucking and licking at him as he stroked their heads and ha
ir.
“Pervert,” she muttered.
And the girls, of course, were worse, but what could you expect of that sort?
She jumped ahead to the final video, and gasped to see herself. It wasn't her private masturbation session, however, but what had just happened in this room. He had recorded it! She gaped at the sight of herself spreadeagled naked, at herself writhing at his touch. She also felt a hot thrum of excitement as she saw herself, as she heard herself, as she remembered what they'd done.
She deleted that video, then checked the one before. It was the blonde again, lithe and nude, and not tied up, she noted. Though she did have leather restraints around her wrists, and a collar around her throat. There was no sign of Carling, at first, but then he appeared, nude from the waist up, holding some sort of little crop or quirt.
“Down,” he ordered.
The girl dropped her face and chest to the bed, but kept her bottom raised high, and Hannah noted she had what looked to be dildos in both holes.
I shouldn’t be watching this, she told herself, blushing. It's as much of an invasion of privacy as him looking at me.
Of course, he had looked at her, and told her afterward that it was only natural that he not look away.
The girl shifted position to all fours, spread her legs, then turned and lay back, drawing her knees up and back, spreading them wide, all at Carling's instruction – like a trained seal, she thought snidely.
He wasn't slow to snap the quirt across her bottom, either, or in one instance, across her breast when the girl was slow. The sight was both disgusting and strangely fascinating to some dark side of her. Watching the naked girl perform, watching Carling taunting her, caressing her, calling her his slut, made her pussy throb with the remembrance of how he had done similar things to her.
But I'm not some cheap little commoner maid he can dally with, she thought angrily, turning off the thing.
She tried others, but as she kept moving back down the list it was obvious that she had gone past where her own video ought to have been. So it wasn't here. So where would it likely be?!
