Key R@pe

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I grabbed her by one arm, lifted her out of the chair and thrust her onto the hard mattress of the bed.
"Oh, so that's what you wanted. But, I'm sure the brothel down the street's got better. That's what you lech's are always looking for, right?"

I reached into my pocket, groping for the object that I'd stolen from the Libricide Officer. A concerned look flashed over the light-haired girl's face, but only for a few seconds, before she resumed her jeering.
"Just because you have Hal's key doesn't make you the Keykeeper, it's not like you can make me grant you permission. Good luck trying to get your precious Phantom Book-Mmmph!"
She recoiled as I slapped her , hard, with the back of my hand. But, through pride or sheer stupidity, she still kept going.
"W-what, don't tell me you're a sadist or something? Hmph, does my outfit please you that much?"
I had to restrain myself from choking her, but I had expected as much. She would soon learn her place.
Putting Hal's key back into my pocket, I withdrew another, older one. It was the key that unlocked the door to the room. Sufficient in size, it would have to do.
"I ask of the long lost library, art thou mankind?"
"Bahaha, like I'd fall for tha-"
Her retort was stopped short as the air was knocked out her lungs. I punched her twice more, grinding my fist into her stomach to emphasize each blow.
"I ask of thee-"
"You...you...", her breathing was ragged as she tried to fill her lungs for another witty remark, "really are a sick basta-Aughh!"
She squirmed on the mattress, her face pale twisting into a mask of pain and horror as her eyes followed my outstretched hand.

With one hand on her shoulder, I was holding her down, pinning her upper body against the headboard. My other hand, which had held the room key, was now against her chest.

I had done it, I had succeeded in shoving a key that was far from a match into her intricate padlock. The metal of the lock convulsed as it tried to get rid of my foreign wedge, each motion causing my victim to thrash about wildly.

Flamberge was helpless now, it would only be a matter of time until she gave in...
"St-stop it!", she moaned, her voice shrill and high pitched in between screams. With each round of convulsions her face became more flushed. Beads of sweat began forming on her forehead as the jerking motions began to lodge the key even deeper into her mechanism. Her eyes were becoming bleary, and her breathing more labored. She wouldn’t be able to take much more.
"I-I grant you…permission!"

The words came, at last, but I wasn't prepared to liberate her that easily.

"What was that?", I replied, mockingly.

"I said...", she wheezed, her voice hoarse between gaping mouth-fulls for air, "I'll...I'll do it. I'll let you in!"

"That's what I like to hear."

Slowly, I withdrew a jackknife from the depths of my coat and flicked it open. I watched as Flam's eyes widened in horror. She bit her lip, bracing herself for pain, a trickle of blood dribbling down her moist chin.

"Aughhh!", her scream echoed throughout the room as I pried the room key from the jerking mechanism that was her padlock. I didn't care how much she screamed it wasn't like anyone would come to her aid, I'd made sure of that.

She was gasping, her chest heaving as she tried getting as many lungfuls of air before I once again violated her padlock with another, albeit familiar, sensation.

"Are you ready?"

"As ready as anyone is if they know they're about to be robbed..."

A few seconds of silence passed between us. I looked at her flushed face, streaked with perspiration, her hot breath blowing against my own cool skin. Somewhere, deep down, I admired her persistence, her ability to hang on to what little willpower she had left to leave yet another brash remark. But, in the end, she was just another one of my victims, a twisted library for me to ravage.

"I ask of thee, long lost library, are thou mankind?"

I let the correct key slide into place, almost feeling the smooth "click" as slick metal rubbed against metal and fell into place. The hand that I had placed against the small of her back could feel her tense up, arching back as she prepared to open.

"Nay, I am the world, the fallen world."

Light flashed as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and a slight moan escaped her lips. I guessed it must have felt like a relief for her to feel something familiar after being defiled by an ordinary room key. Her mechanism was small and sleek, only Hal's key could reach past the tight curves of each carefully crafted tumbler.

The gate opened, a massive hole beginning near her waist and ending a few inches under her supple breasts. I reached carefully with my hand, probing for the Phantom Books I sought. Each time my hand slipped, I could hear another moan escape from Flamberge, so I tried to be gentle, only tracing the firm spines of the vast collection within her with tips of my fingers.

When I had amassed enough books, I allowed the gate to close. Tossing the key back at my victim, I said:

"Give Hal my regards, you're not as loose as a certain Black Biblioprincess. He's certainly taken good care of you."




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Obligatory copypasta:

I approached her from behind, soundlessly, then covered her eyes from behind, feeling her breathing catch ever so slightly. Whispering softly into her ear, "I ask of thee, art thou human?", I could feel her cheeks heating up and see her lips curl into a faint smile. She teasingly replied, "Nay, I am the world. The world within the gourd." and turned around, expecting her blonde companion. When she caught sight of me, instead, she was speechless. Her hands began to tremble as she realized what she'd done.

I slipped Huey's key out of my pocket and pushed her down onto the ground, working myself on top of her. Taking the key in one hand and supporting her back with my other, I slid the key halfway into her small, firm padlock. I relished the sensation of the tumblers against the cool metal of my slick key. I pulled out the key, slowly, watching her face wretch in disgust, her hands trying to push me off of her, but it was no use, she was too small and frail.

Now was the time to begin the actual work. I inserted the key, and once again drew it out. I continued slowly, rhythmically until her breathing grew deeper and her hands fell limp at her sides. I didn't bother to clean up thin trail of saliva that was dripping out of the corners of her mouth. For a moment I admired her flushed face and refined features, then jammed my key in, as hard and fast as my arm would allow me. A sharp intake of breath followed by a great, racking sob escaped her as I twisted, grinning ferociously as metal clashed against metal, pressing down so hard I was sure the my key, and her padlock would both split in two.

The gateway opened, ripe with Phantom Books for me to pillage. I inserted my hand, ignoring the pained gasps from the girl and groped around, searching for my prize. At last, arms laden with books, I tossed the now worthless key, bent and useless, at the girl.

"Keep it, as a reminder of our night together. Don't use it again though, it's too good for a girl with such a loose padlock as yours."