Chapter Twenty-Two
The lights of the library snapped on at once. Amanda sucked in air as the sudden change of scenery sent chills through her as her body readjusted. The book she had started to read lay at her feet, almost in the condition she found it in. She was dressed as she was before, but wrapped around her left hand, and tied at her wrist with a knot was Mark's favorite necktie! The realization of what she thought was her imagination which was suddenly real sent a jolt of adrenaline through her! Her eyes focused more sharply on the tie on her left hand while her right hand went between her thighs to feel the warm wetness of Bobby's ejaculate on her mound and abdomen. She held her hand up to see the creamy goo on her palm and fingers, "What the fuck?"
The uncertainty of the situation set her into a panic and her body began to shake. She ran up the stairs and to the door, which was now closed, and slapped at the door with her open hand before it easily pushed open for her. She emerged in the bathroom and quickly closed the library door.
Amanda stripped naked and turned the shower on and quickly got inside, forgetting that the tie was still wrapped around her hand. She let the shower water fall around her, soaking her hair and skin. She finally untied the tie from her hand and wrist and flung it over the top of the shower stall. "What just happened to me?" she said to no one there. The shaking of her body slowly began to subside.
"It was so real!" again she said to no one else but herself.
She turned to look and see if there were any evidence of what had happened on her behind, since that seemed to be the favorite target of the two paddle wielding terrorists! Yup, sure enough, there were marks! She opened the stall door and grabbed the cracked bar of soap and washed herself and stopped.
"I have no idea how this just happened," her mind tried to reel in what she had just experienced.
Finally, after calming down, she examined her own feelings to find if she was feeling molested or just freaked out by the library and it's unexplainable abilities. She admitted to herself, that she never felt in danger at any time. They did give her a word to use if they got too intense on her. But she had to know what it was that she just discovered in Mark's house! That was what she was reacting too! What is this crazy room and could it explain what happened to Mark! That was the reality that gripped her even as she rubbed her sore, paddled ass.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Amanda, emerged from the shower and discovered she had to walk around the house dripping wet and naked in search of bath towels! The idea of wearing a robe, that had been hung behind the bathroom door and not been washed in about two years didn't quite give her the sense of cleanliness she was wanting at that moment, so she passed on wearing it as she searched for a towel. She found them in a hallway closet and walked back into the master bedroom's bathroom and finished drying herself off. She kept her dress off, but put her shoes back on and opened the door to the library again. The lights snapped on immediately as the door cracked open. She paused at the libraries stairs to question if she wanted to experience it again. She resolved herself to uncover the mystery and slowly stepped into the library, waiting for anything to happen.
Nothing moved, flickered or even made a sound. It was eerie, knowing what could occur here, but comforting to know that nothing was coming at her either!
She went back to the same aisle where the book about bondage lay on the floor, right where she had left it. Her blood raced in her as she reached and picked it up again. She took a deep breath and turned it around and began to read again. The library vanished around her and again, instead of bookshelves and reading material, she found herself in the not-so-comfy confines of the same dungeon. Again, she found herself bound, but this time she was bent at the waste, on her knees and in the doggy position with a small but sturdy couch like cushion between her and the floor. Someone or something was being pushed into her ass in a slow steady pace, "MUSTANG!" she cried out at the top of her lungs.
Immediately the pressure of the penetration, stopped, but did not remove him or itself from her rectum. The Master's voice returned, "Something the matter, Initiate?"
"Mustang," she said to him.
"You want to be released?"
"Yes Master," she said softly. "I have to know something, my Master."
She heard the tear of velcro and the movement of whatever it was invading her ass was being eased away. "I notice that you still have the marks of recent training. What brings you back so soon?" the Master said civilly as he continued to undo her straps that kept her pinned down.
Amanda, once free, stood up and again noticed she was wearing her own shoes but also wearing the same mysterious corset and latex hosiery from before. "Yes Master, I just left here thirty minutes or so ago."
His head tilted but his face was still obscured by the black leather mask, and he said, "That's odd. I don't remember you being here then."
"You initiated me with Bobby and Mistress Vanessa. Then after Bobby came all over me, you whispered something to me and tied a necktie around my wrist and I left! Don't you remember?"
"You say Mistress Vanessa and Bobby were here? . . . Thirty minutes ago?"
"Yes Master."
"Is that why you're here, to find them again?"
"No Master. I want to know why you gave me that tie! What this place is? How is it that I begin to read, appear here, then go back to where I started from! I want to know what's going on!" she demanded.
The Master said, "Did the tie look like this?" From a leather strap above him the exact duplicate of the tie she returned with hung suspended from the strap.
"Yes. That's the tie!"
