The Dark Library

by JJ Argus

  “It’s a lovely gown and suits you well.”

  Patrick returned, along with Molly, bringing food and setting it down. Molly flirted outrageously with Carling again, bending far over to show off her cleavage, and smiling up at him so much Hannah suspected she was expecting a pat on the head.

  “I think she would have blown you right here at the table if you’d asked,” she sniffed after the two servants had left.

  “Not asked, Miss Quinn, but instructed, required, demanded. A man of my means and stature has no need of asking.”

  “Ah, of course, you are like a God,” she said mockingly.

  “To the lower, lesser mortals about me, yes, I might as well be. This is why I deserve such adulation as Molly accords me, Quinn. You could learn a lot from her.”

  “Like how to wear a skirt so short it shows my bottom when I bend over?”

  “Like discipline. Perhaps a few more sharp spankings or strappings will teach you some.”

  She blushed and felt a thrumming in her lower belly but merely snorted, a part of her feeling a sense of breathless exhilaration at the thought of goading him to doing that very thing. But she felt a wariness, too, an anxiety. She wasn’t at all afraid of him, but was afraid of what he might make her do, of how he might cause her to humiliate herself.

  “Not all of us are completely captive to our genitals, Lord Carling,” she said primly, blushing.

  “No, certainly not,” he said. “Men are, but women are more a prisoner of their imaginations, their fantasies, their dreams and desires - and especially where those are tied in to their genitals.”

  “You are generalizing foolishly,” she said.

  “Perhaps, but I don’t think the present company is excluded from that generalization.”

  She gave him a cool look. “I can certainly resist the call of lust,” she said.

  He snorted in amusement, and she blushed. “I can!”

  “Come here,” he said.

  “What? Why?” Hannah demanded with a sudden sense of alarm.

  “Because I have asked it, and it is a not unreasonable request from your host and employer, not to mention your Lord.”

  “You’re not my lord,” she said almost automatically.

  “Come around to this side of the table for a moment.”

  “What do you plan on doing?” she asked warily.

  “Are you afraid of me?”

  “Of course not!”

  “Afraid of yourself?”

  “I’m afraid of you doing something in a public place that the servants might see.”

  “They won’t return until I ring the bell. Now come around here.”

  His voice was insistent, and she tsked in irritation and anxiety, put down her napkin, stood up, and walked slowly around the table to his side, eying him suspiciously.

  “And what is it you intend doing?”

  “Testing your strength.”

  “I don’t -- .”

  “Quiet, commoner.”

  He slid his hand in through the open slit of her dress, and grabbed her wrist with his other hand when she gasped and started to jerk back.

  “Carling!”

  His hand was already inside her dress, his fingers caressing her mons through her thin black thong, and while she grasped his forearm with her other hand she couldn’t do much against his strength.

  “Now you’re not really the prisoner of your genitals, correct?”

  “N-No!” she gasped, as she felt his fingers caressing the suddenly swollen bump of her clit through the thin crotch of her thong.

  He grasped the waistband and jerked the thong down to bare her sex, and she spun her head anxiously staring at the doorway as his fingers stroked directly across her clit.

  Hannah began to realize that she had been experiencing a low, simmering sense of arousal ever since coming to the dining room, for as his fingers traced the line of her sex, then slipped between her pussy lips, she was already quite warm and moist, and she resisted his finger hardly at all as it penetrated her and slipped up inside.

  She squirmed again, trying to draw her legs together, but his hand was between them, and all she succeeded in doing was causing her thong to slide further down her legs and drop around her ankles..

  “Carling!” she hissed, hearing noises beyond the doorway.

  “Silence, wench,” he said. “Your lord has his privileges.”

  His finger slid deeper as his thumb began to stroke more rapidly against her clit, and while the sensations he was rousing were growing in intensity, it was the shocking wickedness of what was happening which was raising the hairs along the back of her neck and making her chest tight, her belly churn. It was so outrageous! It was practically in public!! And what right had he anyway, to touch her like this!?!

  And yet that touch, that tactile sensation of his fingers against her, inside her, were quite simply delicious. She felt like a cat who should be purring and rubbing herself against him. It was all she could do to keep from thrusting her hips forward and grinding her pussy onto his fingers!

  He jerked her back and she stumbled, then fell, sitting across his lap, gasping breathlessly as he gripped her hair and jerked her head up and back. His other hand was still between her thighs, his fingers stroking and thrusting into her as she squirmed and moaned helplessly, a kind of sexual electricity now crackling through her nervous system.

  “You're in desperate need of discipline, Quinn,” he said, “And continue to mock your lord's excellent wisdom.”

  She groaned as his lips traced a lone along her arched neck, as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of her now horribly wet sex.

  “I don't see that strength you were talking about. I see a filthy little slut who needs a cock inside her. Shall I summon Patrick back and have him bend you over the table? Would you like him to do you right here and now?”

  Hannah shuddered breathlessly, overwhelmed by the wall of sensation his hands were raising within her body. His obnoxious arrogance, his rudeness, his outrageous behaviour were all oil on the fire of heat within her as he manhandled her so easily, so confidently, so skillfully.

  Then he abruptly pulled his hands back and pushed her off him.

  “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.

  Hanna
h 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 soo
n 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.