Librarian's Bondage - Chapter One
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'What have you two boys got there?' the young blonde librarian said. She
stood with her hands on her hips staring at the two senior class boys.
The two boys looked startled; as if they'd been caught doing something
they shouldn't.
'Jeremy...what's that you were watching?' she said, reaching for the video
remote.
'Nothing, Miss Martins!' the boy said. He jumped forward to grab the
remote. His face reddened as he reluctantly take the small, black
controller from him.
'Shouldn't you boys be back in class? The bell went five minutes ago,' she
said. She eyed them suspisciously. 'Take off those headphones, Clive!'
The overweight boy pulled the headset off and ran his fingers defiantly
through his coarse, brown hair.
'Let's see what rubbish you were watching!'
The young librarian moved between the boys and stood infront of the
viewing booth and aimed the remote at the video player. The two boys
leaned back in their chairs and smirked as the machine whirred to life and
the screen flickered with a grainy picture.
'It's research...for a history project,' Jeremy grinned.
The nieve librarian blushed as she stared at the screen. His voice didn't
register with her. She was transfixed at the sight of the picture on the
screen.
The bloodshot eyes of a young girl stared sadly out from the screen. The
camera panned back slowly revealing the leather gag strapped around her
mouth. She seemed to be pleading with someone out of shot, shaking her
head and obviously distressed.
The librarian's pulse quickened with shock as the film suddenly cut to a
full length shot of the girl. She was totally naked and her outstretched
arms were strapped to a long, heavy looking metal pole.
The camera zoomed in on two muscular, leather hooded and half naked men
kneeling at her feet. They were chaining her ankles apart to hooks bolted
into the thick timber, upright posts that supported the metal cross bar to
which she was strapped. Her toes wriggled about twelve inches above the
grey, stone floor.
'What's this! Where did you get it?' the librarian tried not to look at
the screen. 'It's for a project...' Jeremy said.
'Yeh...medieval history,' Clive laughed. 'Don't be ridiculous!' she
stuttered as strenly as she could. A nervous lump dried in her throat as
she watched the silent action on the screen. 'It's...it's pornographic.
Where did you get it from?'
'Why Miss...do you want a copy?' Clive said. His voice was cocky with
insolence.
'No!' she shrieked nervously. 'I'm going to report you both to the
principal...now get back to your class!'
'I wouldn't do that, if I were you,' Jeremy said as he climbed defiantly
to his feet. The young librarian remained as calm as she could. She
glanced up at the threatening face of the teenager as he brushed past her,
pushing his friend ahead.
'Have a good look at the movie before you make any hasty decisions...that
could be you on tv!' Clive grinned. He winked at her and strode
confidently ahead of Jeremy out of the library.
The young blonde librarian's knees trembled nervously as she watched the
boys disappear from the deserted library. She glanced at the flickering
screen on the tv. Clive's thinly veiled threat rang loudly in her ears. A
sudden, hot flush came over her making her dizzy.
A tall woman in a leather, studded eye mask circled around the
defenseless, suspended girl. The camera followed her as she prowled
around like a hungry wolf. She held a viscious looking leather whip with
long strands of knotted black leather in her strong hands. Her long black
hair shimmered in the artificially bright lights of the camera. The
librarian slipped into one of the booth chairs and pulled a set of
headphones over her silky, bobbed hair. She was totally enthralled by the
perverse scene being played out on the screen. The woman spoke in a
harsh, clipped voice in a language she didn't recognise, and appeared to
be chastising the helpless girl for some reason.
The nieve young librarian wasn't sure whether they were actors on the
screen. Even though she couldn't understand what was being said, the
intensity suggested that the action was real, and not faked.
The masked woman stood menacingly behind the naked girl, lightly brushing
the whip tails over her small bottom. Her bum tensed in obvious fear at
the touch as if fortifying itself against a known danger. The camera
zoomed in on the pristine whiteness of her soft flesh.
The librarian recoiled suddenly in her chair as she watched the old woman
raise the whip high in the air and bring it crashing down violently of
the defenseless girl's bottom. The loudness of the smack and the girls
frantically twisting body made it obvious that the blow was real. Bright
red whelts appeared instantly on the previously unblemished skin of her
buttocks.
The masked woman grinned lecherously at the camera. Her green eyes flashed
with satisfaction behind the mask. She leaned close to the sobbing girl
and whispered in her ear. She seemed to be demanding something from her,
repeating herself sternly.
The young girl's eyes were filled with tears. Her pleas were muffled
behind the sadistic leather gag making reply to her interrogation
impossible. The young librarian shifted her own bottom uneasily in her
chair as Clive's words echoed in her ears. Her bottom flushed warmly in
sudden sympathy with the young girl on the screen. She wondered about the
seriousness of his threat and whether she should test it by reporting them
to the principal.
Strange thoughts swirled in her head. She looked closely at the older
woman on the screen and wondered who she was and why she was punishing
the young girl. The librarian found herself imagining being captured and
punished by the sadistic woman. Her mind reeled with flashes of being
abducted and dragged unwillingly into some dungeon to be punished by the
evil, grinning old woman.
The camera moved off the masked woman and zoomed in the the young girl's
face. The librarian leaned forward to study her young features. Her eyes
lolled back in her head, as if she was turned on by the savage whack on
her bottom. The camera pulled back and revealed the real reason for her
apparent pleasure.
One of the muscular, hooded men was now totally naked and standing infront
of the suspended girl. The innocent librarian hadn't ever seen a man's
penis close up; the only time she'd ever had sex, she'd modestly avoided
staring. And the penis of that first encounter of hers was nothing like
what she was staring at on the screen.
The hooded man's penis was enormous; nearly three times the width of his
hand, with which he was eagerly masterbating. The librarian shivered as
she watched him rubbing his hand vigorously up and down the thick,
vain-filled shaft.
'Oh my god!' she gasped. She instinctively clamped her knees together as
the hooded man rubbed the bulburous, purple head of his penis against the
suspended girl's crotch. The film cut suddenly to a close-up of the fat
tip pressing against the outer folds of the young girl's vagina.
The young librarian suddenly glanced around the empty room. She heart lept
with an unexpected rush of feelings of both guilt and lewd excitement;
the musty smell of old books causing her to have vivid imaginings. She
blushed and let her knees fall apart under the table.
The fat penis prodded at the young girl's wet vagina and slipped easily
between the soft folds of skin. It made a sort of raspy sound as it
pushed deep into her; the lightly haired outer lips stretching tautly to
accommodate the huge girth of the meaty shaft of his penis.
'Oh my!' the trembling librarian gasped. Her hands reached for the hem of
her navy skirt and she gently pulled it to the tops of her thighs. She
tried to keep her eyes on the action on the screen and sighed as her thin
fingers gently caressed her inner thighs through the sheer blue gause of
her pantihose.
The librarian glanced again across the room at the entrance to her book
sanctuary. She felt safe that she wouldn't be disturbed as she gently
traced the outline of her brief undies which she wore over her pantihose.
Her body shivered with anxious excitement as she lightly rubbed her
tingling pussy through the layers of fabric.
The camera stayed glued to the long, glistening shaft of the hooded man's
penis. He slowly pistoned the stretched lips of the moaning girl's small
vagina, grunting with obvious pleasure himself. The librarian couldn't
believe that her small body could swallow such a huge thing.
Her pulse raced. She hooked her thumbs into the flimsy elastic of her
small, black briefs and revelled in the illicit excitement of quickly
stripping out of them in such a public place. She pulled them to her
ankles and, in her haste to remove them, knocked off her low heeled,
black leather court shoes. The plastic of the chair felt smooth and
slippery against the sheerness of her pantihose. She lifted the back of
her skirt and trembled at the sensation of just the sheerest of gossamer
fabric between her bare bottom and the seat of the chair.
The librarian's long, slender fingers gently slipped between her legs in
search of her tingling clit. She lightly stroked her bushy blonde pubes
through the sheer fabric and sighed. The hairs on the back of her neck
bristled as her body prickled with gooseflesh. The loud moaning in the
headphones was driving her crazy with lust. She moaned herself and closed
her eyes as she teased her swollen clit through the front of her
pantihose. The crotch of her pantihose was dark and moist with her own
wetness. She charged her body with static electricity by rubbing her
stockinged feet on the nylon carpet.
The librarian imagined herself as a shackled hostage. She slipped her
feet widely apart and shivered at the cold touch of the metal legs of the
video booth against the warm backs of her ankles. She pressed them against
the shiny metal and fantasised that they were held there against her will.
Images of the chains around the suspended girl's ankles on the screen
flashed in her mind, making her moan loudly with uncontrolled pleasure.
The sighing young blonde librarian's eyes opened deliriously. Her body
tensed as a small orgasm rippled through her veins. She pointed her toes
and fought the imaginary forces that held them apart. She closed her eyes
again, but suddenly opened them again when she realised someone was
approaching.
'Do you want a lift home, Brigit?'
