Free The Dark Library by JJ Argus

in the outer room so that she could still
see. The cell was shadowed but the floor reflected the outer light
coming through the bars and she could see her clothes no longer
there.
    This is... impossible, she thought weakly,
staring out through the bars at the empty outer room, feeling the
rough stone against her backside and the shackles around her bare
wrists.
    And yet she was indeed shackled naked in the
cell, helpless, having just been... ravished by the lord of the
manor.
    Her mind squirmed away from such a foolish
cliché, yet she could not ignore the eroticism of her situation. It
wasn't as though she feared Carling, after all. And her body still
thrummed with the aftermath of the intense orgasm he'd given
her.
    Unbelievable! This couldn't be happening to
her!
    Yet it was, somehow.
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
     
    Hannah liked to think of herself as a
practical, sensible, independent girl with little patience for
foolishness.
    And this was bloody absurd! It was insane!
This wasn't the fifteenth century, and what on earth was he doing
shackling here in his … his dungeon like this!? Naked!
    And yet she was a girl, and what was more a
girl who was an avid reader. She'd also read her share of romantic
novels, and so it difficult to resist the siren call of dark
excitement at the position she found herself in. Shackled naked in
a dungeon! God!
    At least it was a very clean dungeon. The
floor – this could not have been the original floor. It was too
clean. Even the bars were shiny. This was like some sort of museum
dungeon, as though he had planned on running tourists through here.
At least she didn't have to fear rats or such she thought looking
about warily.
    Her breasts were reddened and bruised, both
from his fingers and teeth, and from grinding against the rough
stone. She looked down at them with a sense of wonder, still having
difficulty believing this sort of thing was happening to her of all
people. She was embarrassed at her responsiveness, embarrassed
about letting herself be so used, embarrassed about her... vocal
response to his... abuse!
    Arrogant bastard! He just thought he could
molest her, use her as he chose. And the infuriating thing was that
she had let him! She hadn't protested at all! In fact, she'd acted
like a whore!
    He certainly must think her one. Even if he
hadn't after that episode where he'd spied on her while
masturbating, he certainly must now! Oh yes! A cheap little tart
all chained up for his convenience! God! What a weakling she
was!
    He was an upper class snot, all full of
smirking self-assurance, and she'd done nothing but reassure him he
was right!
    She jerked angrily at the shackles.
    “Carling! Carling, you bastard! Are you out
there! Let me go at once!”
    Her voice echoed against the cool stone, but
there was no evidence he was around to hear it, and she fumed
silently thereafter.
    Fancy him leaving her chained up like this!
Of all the bloody nerve! And for what? To contemplate her
punishment! What on earth was that supposed to mean!?
    She glanced out at the shadowy frames of the
torture devices and snorted to herself.
    He wouldn't dare!
    She sulked, tugging occasionally, obstinately
against the shackles. Yet even so, an undercurrent of simmering
sexual heat filled her body. Her nipples remained hard pebbles on
her taut breasts, tingling with every light rolling draft of air
which moved across them. And her groin felt hot and moist.
    She imagined a group of tourists coming
through, with a guide explaining each of the torture devices, then
bringing them to the cell and staring in at her.
    “And here we have a prisoner, a helpless
prisoner shackled to the wall to wait further lewd and perverted
abuse and tortures,” he would say as the tourists snapped
pictures.
    Then they'd move on.
    It was a silly vision, but it made her pussy
throb for some reason.
    Her ears were attuned to the slightest noise,
and she was anxiously – and nervously – awaiting his return. What
was