The Dark Library

by JJ Argus

  “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!”

  “Well... well we can still breath,” Hannah said, slightly worried now.

  “As long as your muscles hold out.”

  Molly smirked. “I bet you have no muscles in your arms.”

  “Well you'd bet wrong! I work out doing more than carrying big fat breasts around!”

  “You wish you had tits like mine, you runt!”

  Chapter Ten

  When Carling returned they both had bite marks and were glaring at each other, but had become too weary from hanging in place to do much beyond that. Hannah had gotten used to having the blonde girl's naked flesh pressed against her own, and, if it weren't for the anger she felt at the cheap little tart might have admitted – at least to herself – that the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. The way her own sensitive breasts pillowed out against Molly's was particularly sensual and pleasant.

  “And have you two slave girls learned to behave?” he asked casually.

  “No!” Hannah snapped.

  “Yes, master,” Molly said meekly.

  Hannah snorted in contempt as Carling came up alongside them. Even hanging by their wrists he was still taller than they, if not by much, and his face was almost even with theirs.

  “Let me see you kiss and make up then.”

  Hannah glared sulkily, but Molly obeyed at once, kissing her full on the lips. She didn't resist, but neither did she kiss back.

  “I can see one of you is friendlier than the other,” he said.

  He lowered them to the floor, then undid Molly's wrists, letting her come free. The dildo slipped out of Hannah, and then out of Molly, as well, dropping to the floor.

  “Well let me down now!” Hannah snapped.

  He snorted in something like amusement, then pulled back on her hair, slowly but firmly. As she gasped and her mouth opened wide, he shoved the ball gag back into it, and her cry of complaint was muffled before it began, as he snapped the strap around behind her head.

  She glowered at him indignantly.

  “You need to learn more respect, little commoner girl,” he said with a smirk.

  She shook her head angrily and he laughed, then went behind her again. The next thing she knew she was blindfolded, then her ankles were being pulled apart, well apart, and chained in place. The little motor whirred and she gasped as she was lifted just off her toes to hang spreadeagled now.

  “I think you need a little more time to contemplate your impertinence, little slave girl,” he said.

  I'm not a slave girl, she thought angrily.

  “You may go back upstairs, Molly,” he said.

  “Thank you, My Lord,” she heard Molly say.

  There was silence for a long minute, then she felt his fingers tracing along the underside of her breasts. Despite herself, she felt a sudden rush of heat in her lower belly, and as his fingers slowly descended, that rush grew greater. She was more than slightly bewildered by it, but couldn't resist as the excitement and heat intensified. Then his finger was stroking her swollen pussy opening.

  “Silly librarian,” he said. “You don't really want to go back to your boring books, do you? Do you want to read about life or experience it?”

  His finger slipped inside her, wriggling slowly up through the rapidly moistening folds of her sex sleeve as his thumb caressed her clit. She groaned into the gag as her hair was pulled back, and then felt his mouth on her breast, felt his teeth digging into her soft flesh as he began to suck and lick at her nipple.

  “Perhaps you need another whipping,” he said, before gnawing lightly at the side of her throat. “Or perhaps you need to be kept in a cage for a while.”

  His teeth nibbled at her earlobe, and a second finger slid up into her pussy. “Maybe I need to invite in a host of eager, salivating men to use you again and again until can't stop climaxing.”

  She moaned helplessly, then gasped as his tongue abruptly began to work at her clit. Her head rolled and she felt a deepening well of sexual arousal growing hotter and hotter within her lower belly. It spread out and up and a hot throbbing need filled her.

  She felt his fingers at the butt plug, pulling it slowly out, slowly forcing her sphincter to open wide to let it slide out. She gasped as it did, and then after coming free, it pushed right back into her again, opening her once more, her bottom drawing it back in and closing behind it.

  “Naughty girl,” he said, slapping her bottom sharply.

  The butt plug came out again, slowly, pulling free entirely, then he pushed it right back into her. She felt her pussy penetrated by something other than fingers, and closed her eyes beneath the blindfold as what felt like that thick dildo was shoved up into her, then began to pump in and out. His lips were sucking at her clit, then alternatively drawing back as his tongue licked energetically.

  Then he began to fondle her breasts, then began to suck at the center of one – at the same time.

  Amid the hot, tumbling, churning rush of pleasure and excitement she felt a sudden jolt, a shock-wave run through her. Carling did indeed have good reason to boast, even to boast about his talents in bed, but even he couldn't perform oral sex on a girl while sucking on her nipple simultaneously!

  She twisted and writhed in the tight bonds, dismayed, alarmed, indignant, quite certain she knew who else was there with them!

  And then the blindfold was pulled free, and she got a second shock. She'd thought it was Molly at her breast, but it was Carling. Molly knelt before her, her mouth eating voraciously at her pussy as she pumped the dildo in and out.

  She moaned in denial but her anger was swept away by waves of pleasure. Then Carling moved behind her and pulled the butt-plug free a final time. She heard it fall to the floor as something else slid into her, something thicker longer, warmer. She whimpered in denial than cried out in pleasure as his cock drove deep into her belly and his lips came down on the nape of her neck.

  The orgasm was not long in coming, and not quick to depart. She writhed and bucked in helpless pleasure as convulsions wracked her body. She could not resist the wild fire of heat and excitement which shattered her mind and set her body to bucking and trembling and jerking in paroxysms of wild delight.

  As if something inside her had broken, she felt tensions draining away, care and concerns about pride and dignity, about independence and societal jud
gments about proper behavior simply melted away. For in the end, his words were horribly true. It was far better to be living life than reading about it – for once.

  As the orgasm faded she hung limply, gasping, moaning, flushed with heat and dazed by the explosive intensity of the climax. But while she stared down at the top of the blonde girl' s head and squirmed a little with emotional discomfort, it wasn't a real concern. Carling's cock was still thrusting up into her, had only really just begun, and she gasped and moaned as his hips struck her buttocks repeatedly. The wild rush of heat every time he drove his prick up into her made her gasp and moan and whimper at every thrust.

  The blonde girl's tongue continued to stroke and caress her swollen clit, sending scalding waves of sensual pleasure up through her belly. And the constant thrusting of the dildo inside her was a dark, delicious counterpoint to the deep stroking of Carling's cock in her bottom.

  It was all so... so bloody insane! It simply couldn’t be happening to a boring girl like her!

  And yet, of course, it was.

  After another shattering climax, the exhausted girl was finally lowered to the floor. Carling made her crawl over to one of the cells, and then, shackling her wrists to the wall, he locked her in. Molly, meanwhile, was locked into the cell next door, then they were left in place for a time.

  Laying naked and chained on the floor again, Hannah thought about her life, and what she could be doing instead; surfing the internet, watching television, reading a book, or perhaps, with more drive, gardening or... or taking a walk. But no, instead she was shackled naked in a cell, waiting for... her lord to come down and make her do his bidding again, make her perform for him, make her crawl for him.

  It was simply not possible for her, however rationally she considered it, to be terribly resentful, then, of her present circumstances. She lay on her back on the floor and let her fingers slide along her breasts, caressing her still-swollen nipples, wincing a little from the bite marks both he and Molly had left on her breasts.

  The lights rose slightly in the outer area, and she gasped and considered rising, then thought to stay as she was, positioned nicely for him, the submissive slave girl. She was shocked speechless when Jason appeared at the bars instead, and her mouth opened to cry out when he passed by and went to the next cell.

  She scurried to her knees, and back against the wall, shocked, appalled, fearful suddenly of her helplessness and nakedness even as she heard the other cell door open. She heard the low rumble of his voice, but couldn't make out what was said, but he could see in the shadow projected against the opposite wall, that he was standing just inside the cell to her right.

  Her heart pounded as she saw movement, and then saw Molly's shadow kneeling before him. She saw her head starting to move back and forth even as she heard as wet slurping sound, and stared, aghast, at first, at the shadows on the wall.

  Yet she knew very well that Molly was doing nothing against her will – the filthy slut!

  The filthy little slave girl!

  She gulped and felt her chest tighten as she watched the image, and then as it changed, and Jason's image dropped much lower as he went to his knees. Then she began to hear the slap of flesh on flesh, followed by the harsh, ragged breathing of the young blonde girl. Her breaths were interspersed with groans and gasps and whimpers of pleasure – or pain – she didn't know. But then cries of what were clearly pleasure began to rise more and more often, and she saw Jason's hips moving faster as the slap-slap-slap picked up in speed.

  It went on – too long. Hannah drew back from the bars, turned her head away, tried to keep her eyes off the moving shadows, tried to block her ears to the blonde girl's rising cries of passion and pleasure, but of course, that was simply not possible.

  Sex slave!

  The raw image the words created made her tremble in nervous heat and excitement. Did it mean you were any man's meat?! That any man who wanted you could just... just take you!?

  Of course, being taken was always one of her fantasies, but... but that was simply a fantasy!

  Molly cried out in passion as she climaxed, yet the slap-slap-slap continued for a long minute before slowing.

  She cringed, sitting against the wall, knee drawn up to hide her chest as he walked past. He looked in at her, smirked, as she blushed furiously, and then continued on.

  She remembered to breath again.

  An hour or so later Carling came down and opened both of the cells. He had them both crawl out to him and then drew them up on their knees before him and let them take turns on his stiff cock. She and Molly worked out an arrangement, without a word being spoken, trading his cock for his balls, back and forth, each trying to outdo the other in giving him pleasure ignoring the hard stone against their sore knees as they sucked and licked and rolled their eyes up at him.

  She wondered who would get to swallow his come, who would get to finish it, but there too she was in for a new experience. He pulled out of her mouth, then ordered them to press their cheeks together, as he pumped his fist up and down on his slick shaft. He came, spraying his seed evenly over their faces. Molly moaned in pleasure, while Hannah was more than slightly stunned.

  Then Molly licked the come off her face, as she knelt there, gaping, blinking, gasping.

  They were both put back into the cells, shackled again.

  She gasped to see Patrick at the bars, and again scurried to cover herself, but he merely passed on and she had to endure a repeat of the previous session, as, like Jason, he made full and thorough use of the lovely blonde girl.

  She felt a sense of resentment at that, as illogical as it was. Why were they so interested in Molly anyway? She was prettier than the blonde! Even if she didn't have the big tits!

  An hour later she was beginning to fidget when a shadow fell across her. She looked up and gasped to see Jason there. Yet she was slower in scrambling to cover herself this time, and felt a dark sense of heat and thrill as he remained staring at her.

  He unlocked the door, and she felt her heart beginning to pound.

  He stepped inside and looked at her, and she stared back, pulse racing.

  His hand gestured her forward, pointing at the floor before him.

  Hannah jerked her head frantically from side to side.

  He gestured again, scowling, and suddenly, as if losing control of her body, she moved away from the wall, crawling closer. The chains attached to her wrists brought her up short, however, and he stepped inside, coming over to her. She slid backwards on her knees, but he reached down, gripped her by the hair, and pulled her firmly up towards him.

  Her heart pounded like a drum as he pulled her forward. Her wrists, chained to the wall, went back behind her head as he unzipped his trousers. He pulled his cock out, and Hannah moaned as she stared at it in the dim light. It was already semi hard, and getting harder by the second.

  He rubbed it over her face, and she closed her eyes. Then she felt it pressed against her mouth, and she opened it, then her eyes, moaning around the thick shaft as it pushed into her mouth.

  “Suck me,” he growled.

  Hannah began to suck, moaning dazedly around his cock as he pumped slowly in and out of her mouth. His fingers in her hair helped draw the dazed woman's mouth forward, then back, forward, then back, and then suddenly, he pulled her forward and his thick cock pushed right down her throat.

  She was already shocked, and the gurgling wonder of having his cock driven into her throat could not really make her any more so. Her eyes widened, though, and she pulled feebly against the chains as he pulled her face in against his groin.

  He pulled back slowly, and she coughed and gasped and then moaned as he turned her around, pushed her towards the wall, bent her over.

  She spread her knees and raised her bottom, and she trembled and shook as the big black cock slid into her belly, inch by slow inch.

  “Oh my God!” she whimpered.

  He grasped her hair, jerking her head back, and then began to pump.

>   It was not that he was so big, or that the fact he was a black man was so … nasty... but everything together, being naked before a virtual stranger, being shackled, helpless, in a dungeon, assailed by a black man, forced to perform, being mounted – it was all just so shocking!

  She knelt, gasping, moaning, as his cock thrust into her harder and harder, as his fingers kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples, as her dazed, swirling mind slowly came to realize the cries of pleasure were coming from her.

  An orgasm hammered her mind down flat, then sent it spinning away as shattering waves of pleasure poured through her. Another followed, then yet another, as she gave herself utterly to the wild, almost animalistic sensations of dark sexual hunger, lust and pleasure.

  Sex slave, she thought dazedly. Slave girl!

  He rode her violently, savagely, slapping her bottom, yanking at her hair, mauling her breasts as his cock speared her again and again. And when he was done to her, she sagged to the floor, barely conscious, chest heaving, her insides battered, bruised and aching as he slammed the cell door closed again and locked her in.

  A sex slave.

  * * *

  Hannah bit absently on a pencil as she finished shelving the book. The cataloging was finished, but the library still needed to be kept up. Lord Carling had parties and his guests often wandered into the library and examined books. Sometimes he brought them there himself, showing off some of the rarer books. At times, Hannah was on hand to explain the significance of certain books, though they tended to be ones of less controversial subject matter than the ones Carling liked best.

  She had been there four months now. Carling had taken her on as a sort of secretary, as he did much of his business at home, and that had been quite a learning experience. She was doing a lot of things which would look rather good on her resume some day.

  And, of course, quite a lot she would never speak of.

  She wasn't always dressed in the form-fitting business dress she now wore. Sometimes she was dressed in nothing at all, or perhaps, chains and collar. Jason wasn't the only man she had taken inside her body. Patrick had taken her repeatedly, as well and she'd had to learn to pleasure other women as she, Molly, and Catherine the other maid, put on shows for Carling, and sometimes for Carling and a friend or two.