Silence in the Library – Part 10

handcuffed womanContinued from Part 9.

The sound of a door slamming pulled Rachel out of the mists of sleep. It took her a few moments to realise where she was. She looked over to the prone form of Chris beside her. 

Fuck. How could she have fallen asleep with him? What was between them was strictly sex, nothing more. She should’ve insisted he’d take her home after he’d so thoroughly fucked her.

The muffled sound of voices reached her. She shook Chris’s shoulder.

“Wake up. There’s someone in the house.”

Chris sat up. He seemed wide awake. “Fuck.” He scrambled to his feet and grabbed his clothes from their various places on the floor. He hastily dressed.

Rachel got up as well but Chris stopped her. “There’s no point in getting dressed.” He pointed to the ceiling. “That’s Martin and his men up there.”

This expelled all traces of sleep. Her stomach churned and yet, at the same time, her cunt flooded with excitement. 

“I didn’t think it was going to happen tonight.” She hated the wobble in her voice. What was wrong with her? She was no stranger to BDSM. She’d been spanked before. But there was a world of difference between being spanked and being whipped.

Chris’s eyes were dark. “Neither did I.”

He pulled her to her feet. “Are you ready for this?”

Of course she wasn’t ready. She’d just woken from a post-coital nap. She hadn’t engaged in any impact play with Chris yet, so she had no way of telling how far he would go. Or Martin and his men. On the other hand, she didn’t want to back away from a challenge. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she refused. The thought of never seeing Chris again made her cold. She didn’t really want to analyse why that would be, not now, at least. 

She jutted her chin and looked at Chris. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He kissed her briefly. “Wait here.”

As if she was going to go somewhere. She was naked in a stranger’s house without a car to get her home. 

She sat down on the edge of the bed. The muffled voices came closer and a moment later Chris came back in the room followed by five men. They were well-dressed in expensive suits. Their faces were arrogant, impersonal. Chris had called Martin a business associate. Rachel wondered what type of business they were in.

She got up, ignoring her shaking legs.

One of the men whistled. “You’re right, Chris, she’s gorgeous. Real nice set of tits on her.”

Chris grinned. “You know how I like them.”

The man now stood in front of her, appraising her as if she was a piece of cattle. He hefted her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over her nipples. She bit back a moan as her cunt flooded. The man licked his lips and looked down on her with a mocking smile.

“She’s horny as well. I suggest we begin.”

From how he had taken charge, Rachel assumed this was Martin.

Martin pressed his hand between her legs and cupped her mound. He dipped a finger inside her aching cunt and withdrew it. 

He lifted his hand for the other men to see. “She’d fucking wet. What a slut.”

The men grinned, their faces contorted with raw lust. 

The ache in Rachel’s cunt intensified. Her nipples were rock hard, almost painfully so. She couldn’t wait for them to start.

“So, the usual?” Martin asked Chris.

Chris flashed Rachel a look she couldn’t interpret. “No, just fucking. I’ve not had a chance to break her in yet.”

In two paces Martin was in front of Chris. “Now where’s the fun in that? You know I like to play with my girls.”

The hair on the back of Rachel’s neck stood on end. She had a feeling Martin was not to be trifled with. 

But Chris stood his ground. “No whipping. I want to be the one to mark her.”

A moment passed, then Martin backed off. “Fine. We’ll use the paddle.” He nodded to the other men. “Get her ready.”

Two men approached and Rachel allowed them to lead her to the middle of the room. Now that she knew no whipping would be involved, her lust returned with a vengeance. She couldn’t wait to be at the mercy of these men. 

As they passed Chris he shot her a concerned look, but she glared at him. She was going to have fun, she didn’t need him to look out for her.

The men tied her wrists, then hooked her up to some sort of pulley. Martin stood in front of her.

“I think we’ll gag and blindfold her. That should add a bit of spice.”

Before she could process what Martin had said, he’d slipped a blindfold over her eyes, cutting off all light. A ball was pushed into her mouth and fingers fastened it around the back of her head. Her hands were pulled tighter above her head so she had to stand on her tiptoes.

She was vulnerable and on display. She had no way of stopping this now as she couldn’t use her safeword. She was completely at the mercy of five strangers. And she loved it.

Her juices were dripping out of her, coating her thighs. Sweet, agonising anticipation flowed through her veins. She couldn’t wait for the men to start.

They left her hanging for what felt like ages. She tried to determine from the sounds around her what was going on. She guessed the men were getting undressed, but she couldn’t tell for sure. 

Then a slap hit her bottom and she cried out around the ball gag. It wasn’t the pain that made her cry out but the surprise. Another slap followed the first. She wasn’t sure who was doling out the spanks or whether they were taking turns, but she didn’t care. She wiggled her ass in an attempt to speed up the blows. They were going too easy on her.

The men weren’t talking. She could hear them breathing as slap after slap landed on her ass. There was a pause and then she could feel gentle hands caress her glowing skin. A kiss landed on her shoulder and she smiled. It was good to know that Chris was still there.

She thought that would be the end of the spanking but no sooner had Chris stepped away or another blow landed on her ass, making her yelp with pain. The men had upgraded from beating her with their hands to using paddles. 

The men were experienced. Blow after blow landed on her ass and upper thighs, each blow in a different place. Rachel didn’t hold back her cries anymore. The pain became all-consuming with no relief. She was happy for the blindfold, the darkness which kept her panic in check. She had to trust that Chris would stop the men before they went too far. The uncertainty lent an element of danger to the proceedings. She had no way of knowing whether Chris was even still in the room.

The ball gag made it hard for her to calm her breathing. Her heart raced and her cunt felt as if it was on fire. She needed to be fucked but she had no way of communicating this. She could only wait and take the beatings the men were giving her. 

“Stop.”

The voice jolted her. It was Chris. 

“That’s enough.”

She was partly annoyed that he had stepped in but the pain made it hard for her to think. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time for the beating to stop.

She’d expected the men to protest but they moved away from her. Chris’s hands were on her again, rubbing soothing cream onto her ass and thighs. His hands were less gentle this time but the relief was immense. She moaned and pushed her ass back against his hand. He slipped his hand between her legs, drawing out her juices. She gasped with need. The pain in her ass notwithstanding, she needed to be fucked. Hard and long.

Chris withdrew, leaving her hanging. She became aware of the pain in her arms. How much time had passed? 

Hands grabbed her and then the tension in her arms was released. She fell forwards into the arms of a man – not Chris by the smell of him. The man pulled her along and bent her over a bench. He shackled her hands to the bench.

“Look how wet the slut is,” she heard Martin say. “Let’s have fun.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. Before she could brace herself he rammed his cock inside her. Oh sweet relief! Her cunt clenched gratefully around his cock.

Martin grunted. “Fuck, she’s tight. So glad you brought her to us, Chris. It’s been a while since we’ve had such a horny slut.”

Hearing them talk about her as if she was nothing more than an object fuelled Rachel’s lust. She pressed against Martin’s cock, urging him to take her hard. 

Martin didn’t need to be urged. He pulled out and slammed into her again. The force of his thrusts pushed Rachel onto the bench. Her nipples chafed against the leather of the bench and she moaned. Sparks of electricity spread out from her nipples, connecting to her cunt. She could feel herself approach the edge. The glow of her ass combined with the sweet agony of Martin’s hard cock spearing her almost in half was almost more than she could bear. She drooled around her gag, no longer caring about anything but the exquisite build-up of pleasure in her core.

Without warning her orgasm washed over her. Her cunt convulsed tightly around Martin’s cock, making him cry out. She assumed he had come, as he pulled out of her with a groan. She had no time to come down from her orgasm as another man took his place. He pushed inside her with a groan and started fucking her, seemingly oblivious of her cries.

Another orgasm followed. She was shaking now, powerless to do anything but lie on the bench taking the pleasure without protest. The next man was slower, almost gentle. He reached around and rubbed her clit. She bucked against her restraints as pure hot ecstasy flooded her. Her abused cunt felt like it was on fire. The contractions were becoming painful and still, the men didn’t stop.

She lost all sense of time. Her legs were shaking. She lay in a puddle of her own drool. Her body felt as if it wasn’t part of her anymore. Her thighs were slick with her juices. Her voice was raw from screaming, her jaw stiff from the gag.

And then it was over. Hands unshackled her and pulled her to her feet. Her knees buckled and someone lifted her up and lay her on the bed. Chris undid her blindfold and her ball gag. She smiled weakly. Her body was on fire, her abused cunt sore. Her clit throbbed. But she felt more alive than she had in ages.

Chris kissed her and covered her lightly with a sheet. She wanted to protest, to ask him to take her home. But she couldn’t form the words and darkness was descending on her. She gratefully gave in.

Continue reading Part 11.

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The Insatiable Jane Travers coverThe Insatiable Jane Travers

It’s the roaring twenties.

Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.

With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.

But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?