The Librarian, Loaned Out, a short story by Dragon Slayer. Date added: 2012-02-05. Times viewed: 7698.
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- Intro: You probably borrow books from your library. I borrowed the librarian. F/M, D/s, BDSM, Oral, Anal.
The Librarian, Loaned Out
(This story was written at the request of my friend, TheChameleon. TheChameleon and ‘the librarian’ have approved this story which is a continuation of TheChameleon’s librarian stories.)
I smiled to myself as I watched her trembling, a virgin to the debauchery she was about to experience that night. She was about to experience the dark place where I sometimes preferred to play. I was hoping that her master understood my games and had informed Carla of what I required of her and that she would not be too frightened. She had gained the trust of her master, and through him, had felt safe that he had given her to me for a night. Her master now thought Carla was ready to go deeper into the darkness with me.
She had phoned her master only hours before, to tell him that she was about to fulfil his bidding; that he could listen to her being used and abused as a slut, a worthless slave by another man, a strong domineering man. We three had met briefly on an aeroplane only months earlier (See ‘The Librarian – 8’ by TheChameleon) and a respectful understanding of both her master’s and my need to dominate women physically and sexually was established; established by me fucking her in sight of other passengers. There was a continuous stream of people going to the toilet on that aeroplane. My head was always turned watching them; some sniffed the air in disgust but a lot of the men gave me the thumbs up. I took particular notice of a young man who I saw coming out of the toilet; he was a big lad but didn’t look a day over eighteen. He just stood and watched open mouthed. I was going to offer Carla to him, but only changed my mind because I was uncertain how Carla’s master would react. After about thirty seconds the young man adjusted his trousers and went back into the toilet.
This night was to be the culmination of months of e-mails and telephone calls with TheChameleon. We had finally been able to arrange to be in the same city; both on business, and that meeting of events had proved to be irresistible to us, and Carla was to belong to me for one night. Her dark eyes suddenly grew wide at the sight of me, looming out of the darkness as Carla adjusted to the half light. I stood tall in the middle of the room glaring at her.
“Pick up the phone and call your master,” I ordered.
“Yes Don,” she replied.
I glared at her harshly as Carla picked up the phone and dialled.
“It's me,” she said into the receiver, and after a slight pause, “yes; I'm here with him now.”
She listened for a moment.
“Yes sir, I'm sure, very sure, it’s as you command. Are you sure?” Carla whispered down the phone, “OK, I'm going to put the phone down now. Enjoy yourself, master.”
Carla gently placed the receiver down on the bedside table and turned the phone to speaker phone, facing out so that it would transmit every moment of her defilement to her master as he listened in another hotel. She walked towards me, the heels of her shoes clicking on the polished wood floor. She smiled nervously.
“Oh, Don... ” she trembled.
Her words hung in the air, cut off as my hand shot forward and grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks together and pulling her face to me.
“Tonight you belong to me, your body is mine, and your mind is mine. Tonight sweet Carla, you will do exactly as I command, you have no say in what happens to you,” I hissed, “you will now refer to me as your Master or be severely punished, do you understand me, bitch?”
She trembled with fear as her cunt began to leak her juices down her legs.
“Master,” Carla meekly said, “I hope this humble bitch is worthy of your attention. Your wish is my command.”
She was intelligent, his Carla; and such a quick learner. She was a perfect specimen to initiate into my world; and her master had prepared her well. I had taken a chance on her, afraid that she would not have been prepared properly and try to call a halt to my games. But I was pleased with her reaction and understanding of her place with me. As harsh and cruel as I was about to act, I needed her to understand that, although she would be physically hurt, mutilated and tortured, I would not hurt her beyond what I thought she could physically tolerate. But I would push her beyond her tolerances at the same time without causing permanent damage.
I glared down at her with a riding crop in my right hand which I put on her shoulder to guide her down onto the floor in front of me. As I feasted my eyes on her body, I noted that she had darkened her areolas and nipples for me as another sign of her acceptance of my requirements.
“Stop grovelling you stupid cunt and get on your knees,” I barked at her.
“Yes, Master,” she said as she scrambled to a kneeling position in front of me, her breasts quivering from her movements.
“Kneel up straight,” I commanded, slashing her arse with the whip.
She was eager to please and eager to play as she knelt up immediately. I walked around her and lifted one perfect tit with the crop, then the other, inspecting her. Behind her now, I forced her arse cheeks apart with my foot for further inspection. I retrieved a knife from my briefcase on the writing table and Carla shivered as I passed it over her face and neck, then around behind her where I cut the lacing of her corset letting it fall from her. I then stood in front of her, my shaved cock and balls a bare inch from her face as her lower lip quivered in desire and fear.
“Do you like my cock, cunt?” I asked.
“Yes, I do,” she answered.
The riding crop whistled through the air as it slapped the arm of the sofa next to her head.
“What did you say you stupid slut?” I screamed at her, smiling inside at her mistake.
“I said I love your cock Master,” she corrected herself, her voice shaking with fear.
“That's better cunt,” I said, realising that although she was frightened, she was enjoying acting out my game.
Then touching the tip of my cock to her nose, I rubbed it on her face by just moving my hips. She opened her mouth ready to accept my cock but I turned and walked to my briefcase. I returned holding a black leather collar with silver studs and rings around it. I snapped it into place on her alabaster white neck and stood back to admire her, on her knees and shaking once again.
“What do you think, slave girl?” I hissed at her.
“Oh, Master, I love my new collar, I am not worthy of what you have given me, please forgive this slut's unworthiness,” she said, her pussy resuming its flow of juices down her leg.
I was happy at her answer, loving her spirit and her submissive eagerness to play. I then snapped a long, thin, leather leash onto the collar.
“Come with me now slave,” I said, “I have prepared both pleasure and pain for you, the choice of which will be mine to decide.”
I yanked the leash, forcing her to all fours and she crawled like that beside me, her large tits swayed and her incredible arse jutted out, as I walked her like a dog across the room and then back.
“You're a good bitch, aren't you Carla?” I said, leading her to a straight back chair.
“I'm a very good bitch, Master, a very good bitch,” she replied, the excitement of this new experience now overwhelming her with desire.
“Get across my knee slut,” I ordered her as I sat down on the chair, “I think you need to be punished, not that you have done much wrong yet, but because I want to and can.”
She did as she was told, keeping her high-heeled feet on the floor, she bent across my knee, feeling my still hard cock nestle between her tits.
“Reach behind and spread your arse,” I barked.
Carla quickly complied, scared at my raised voice. I placed my right index finger in her mouth and ordered her to suck. When I was satisfied with its wetness I placed it at the entrance to her arsehole and quickly thrust it deep into her, showing none of the gentleness that I had before.
“The sword-like edge between pleasure and pain,” I hissed as she gasped.
Her breath was taken from her by this new intrusion. But her cunt was betraying her pleasure, running again and forming a new pool of juice beneath her bent body. I continued to work my finger in and out, all the while talking.
“You've been a bad girl tonight, haven't you Carla, offering your mouth to a strange cock and letting him finger fuck your arse; you need to be punished.”
“Yes, Master, I've been very bad, I've been a slut. Please punish me,” she pleaded, warming up to the game.
Then I started, whipping her arse with the crop, hard strokes expertly mixed with soft kisses on her bountiful cheeks. The punishing whip whistled through the air as I held her steady across my knee by the finger deep within her bowels. Carla was sobbing now from the pain I was inflicting on her bottom. But I noticed that she was tough and seemed to want to continue my game. As the fire built within me, my desire grew to have her. I gently rubbed her bruised bottom, feeling the welts I had raised there. I lowered my head to kiss her soft flesh, tasting her salty perspiration on my tongue. My hand reached under her to knead her tits as I licked her. Her sobbing then turned to small whimpers as I gently covered her with small kisses.
“Stand up,” I whispered helping her to her feet.
“But Master I want to continue,” she pleaded, “take me into your world, I beg of you.”
Did Carla really know what she was asking for, I wondered? Was she prepared to submit to the depths of depravity that I could shroud her in? I quickly knocked her feet out from under her, bringing her to her knees.
“OK, you stupid cunt,” I screamed, “you asked for it.”
I grabbed both sides of her head and rammed my cock into her gasping mouth. I pounded into her, fucking her head with my hard cock, my balls slamming against her chin with every stroke. I held her head still in a vice grip, my hands clenching her hair and ears, fucking her mouth with long, deep, hard strokes.
“You like that bitch, don't you, you like it when your Master fucks your mouth?” I sneered, enjoying the freedom she had given me.
“Mmmnnnppphhh,” was all she could manage as my hips bucked violently, forcing my cock all the way down her throat, further with every violent stroke.
The rape of her face continued this way for five minutes, the violence of the act continued on relentlessly, the sweat glistening on my body as I abused her exhausted mouth. Suddenly I stopped as Carla gagged violently.
“Get over here you dumb slut,” I yelled.
I pulled her to her feet, grabbing her arm so hard it hurt, half pulling her across the floor, her high-heels slipping in the pool of her own wetness that had once again formed beneath her on the polished wood floor. I threw her into the chair.
“Don't you dare move, slave, not a muscle, you hear me cunt?” I commanded.
“Yes, not a muscle Master,” she whispered trying to control the violent shaking that was now engulfing her.
“You want to play, we're going to play now, slut girl,” I said, “now we're going to play hard.”
I grabbed Carla’s arms and pulled them behind her back, snapping on a pair of handcuffs. Walking around her, I admired my handiwork as I feasted my eyes on her bound form. I lifted her pendulous tits with the riding crop and lightly but painfully whipped her nipples into a blood engorged bullet shape. I closely examined every inch of her.
I held her chin and stared into her eyes, still bright with excitement and wonderment at what was to come. I got on my knees in front of her and started to suck and bite her nipples causing her to scream out in pain. Putting my hands under her arse, I lifted her slightly off the chair and began to suck on her throbbing clit, rolling it between my teeth and pulling on her clitoral piercing, driving her crazy with my ministrations. Pausing for a moment, I looked up at her. Carla caught her breath looking at my face, shining with her wetness.
“What would my slave like to explore next?” I mused, “You have pleased me and I will take you where you want to go.”
I returned to my pleasuring of Carla while I waited for her answer. I positioned her on her knees on the big bed and rearranged the pillows. Her arse stuck up in the air and her head and shoulders rested on the pillows. She made a tempting, obscene sight that any man would sell his soul to possess. I considered myself truly blessed that her master had now offered her to me for my pleasure. I was determined to make it a night neither of us would forget. I knelt beside Carla on the bed and gently massaged her clit.
“I'm going to fuck your arse now, cunt,” I softly spoke in her ear, “I'm going to fuck your tight arse with slow, smooth strokes. I'm going to bury my big cock in your arsehole and fuck it, and you're going to love it, right Carla? That's what you want, right? You want to finally get that gorgeous arse of yours fucked by me, you want to feel the fullness and be complete, am I right Carla?”
My words were getting her very excited and her juices started pouring from her cunt again as my fingers worked her clit.
“Are you listening to this?” I spoke loudly towards the speaker phone as I released Carla from the handcuffs, “I'm getting ready to fuck your favourite slave’s gorgeous arse.”
I stood and positioned myself behind Carla, putting my hands on her buttocks and gently spread them wide to expose her brown rosebud.
I paused for a moment to gather some of her juices on my cock and spread it around her little brown bud. Then I positioned the bulbous head of my cock at the entrance to her bowels.
“That's it Carla, that's it, let me in, come on, relax, that's it, good, good, slowly, slowly, come on,” I softly whispered encouragement as I began to ease myself into her. “You know you want your arse fucked, don't you? That's what you want. You want to feel a big cock up that sweet, tight, arse of yours, right?”
Suddenly her sphincter relaxed and the head of my cock made its way in. Then I pushed as the rest of my cock disappeared into her bowels as a low guttural moan escaped her mouth. I then grabbed her hips tightly and began to slowly stroke, in and out, enjoying the vice-like tightness I found there.
I started to build up speed, staring down at her, enjoying the sight of my cock disappearing and then re-emerging from her puckered arsehole. I glanced to my right and revelled in the sight reflected off the full length mirror that hung on the wall. Carla's eyes were shut as her head bored into the pillows.
“Ohhh, aahhh,” she moaned continuously as the pleasure overcame any pain she may have felt at the initial invasion.
Her perfect tits were crushed into the bed, her left hand gripped the sheets and her right worked furiously between her legs as I stood behind her, gripping her hips as I fucked her tightest hole. I grabbed her hair and yanked her face towards the mirror.
“Look at yourself bitch,” I said to her menacingly, “see how you are mine to do with as I please. Can you see my cock disappearing up your arse? I can fuck slowly, or if I want I can do this.”
Carla screamed as I then started slamming my cock into her with a vicious force; in and out as I pummelled her pained arse. I spun her onto her back, somehow managing to keep my cock embedded in her arse. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and thrust two fingers into her cunt and started to move them in and out of her with fast, sharp, strokes.
“Reach underneath yourself and play with your clit Carla,” I commanded, “that's it, finger your clit.”
Carla was more than pleased to return to that pleasure as I continued to plough into her. I was able to feel my cock in her arse through the thin membrane that separated her two holes. I found a comfortable rhythm, plunging my fingers into her cunt as I withdrew my cock from her arse. I slid my cock in and out of her with long, violent strokes, my cum laden balls banging against her fleshy cheeks.
“Go ahead, Carla, now turn your head towards the phone and tell your real master what's happening to you. I'm sure he's jerking his cock right now. Let's see if your voice will cause him to cum.”
Carla turned her head towards the receiver on the nightstand and moaned.
“Master, he's fucking me in the ass, oooohhhh, God. Fuck, I, I, can't believe I'm going to cu, cum from this. His fingers are, aaahh, are in my pussy. I don’t know how many, ooohhh, shit, it hurts, it hurts gooood, I'm so fucking close. I'm rubbing my clit while he fucks, ooohh, fucks my ass. His cock is tearing me open, but, oh God forgive me, I love it so. Master, are you going to cum too, master, is this what you wanted to hear?”
I bent towards the phone and spoke again in a staged whisper, so her master would hear.
“That's it cunt, make yourself cum for me, your new Master, your owner, you like having a cock up your arse, don't you, baby?”
“You have to cum with me,” I said to Carla, “I want you to cum with me. If you don’t you’ll be whipped again, let me know when you're close.”
I moaned as every fibre of me struggled to control my onrushing release. Carla started to shake as my words acted like a fuse, setting her off, her hand a blur as it rubbed her clit, feeling my fingers in that shared space as I continued to plunge them in and out of her cunt.
“Master,” she moaned like an animal, “I'm close, I'm going to…”
“Let's do it together, let him hear both of us cumming together, come on,” my voice cracked under the strain, “cum for me, I'm so close,”
My hot sperm was now being forced by her tightness up my shaft. Our guttural moaning filled the room as we both exploded. I pumped my hot cum into her bowels, never once missing a beat as my fingers fucked her pussy, causing yet another climax to ripple through her. I pumped my cum into her arsehole, spurts of creamy hot cum filled her up like she had never been filled before as the most violent orgasm she had probably ever experienced tore through her. With my cock still buried completely inside her and cum oozing slowly out of her ravaged sphincter I reached over and hung up the phone...
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