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Librarian's Bondage 
By zawackyj_1@hotmail.com (Zawackyj) 
(C)2000 

(M/f, BDSM, nc, blackmail, slavery) 

Synopsis: A librarian catches two boys watching a S&M video in the
library and is kidnapped and used as a sex slave.


Chapter One 

`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 suspiciously. `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 naive 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 vicious 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
recognize, and appeared to be chastising the helpless girl for some
reason. 

The naive 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 in
front 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 masturbating. 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 bulbous, 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?' 


Chapter Two 

`What!?' Brigit stuttered. The blushing librarian quickly clamped her
legs together and discreetly pulled the front of her skirt modestly
down to her knees. 

`I said...do you want a lift home this afternoon!' the sport teacher's
face beamed in a broad grin as he approached. 

`Oh...no thanks, Adrian...I think I'll get the bus...I've got a few
things to tidy up here...' she said. Her voice was unsteady, unsure of
whether he'd seen anything. Her skirt was still bunched up behind her
in the seat, now impossible to straighten without the overweight sport
teacher noticing. 

`What are you watching?' he asked casually. 

`Nothing!' Brigit blurted loudly. She pounced on the remote and
fumbled for the stop button. Adrian was a little startled by her
response. He leaned on the front of the booth and looked curiously
over the back of the tv at her. 

`Are you ok?' he asked. He seemed concerned. 

`Mmmm...just one of those days,' she said. The young librarian was
almost visably shaking with guilt. She took a deep breath and tried to
calm herself. 

`You sure?' he frowned. 

`Yes...I'm sure!' she smiled, more confident that he didn't suspect
anything. She combed her fingers through her silky, bobbed hair. 

`Ok...I'll see you Monday, then...' he smiled and turned to walk away.
Brigit's clit tingled excitedly as a sudden rush of wild thoughts
raced through her mind. She couldn't stop herself fantasising about
having him catch her. The more her rational thoughts hoped he wouldn't
look under the booth, the stronger the desire for him to do just that,
became. 

`Yes...see you Monday, Adrian...' she said, frantically searching for
some reason to delay his departure. `Adrian!' 

`Yes?' he turned back. 

Brigit's stomach churned with nerves. `Do you know anything about that
project on medieval history the seniors are doing?' The words nearly
froze in the young librarian's throat. 

`Not really...' he was thoughtful. `But you'll never guess what some
of the boys made in the manual arts class today!' 

`What!?' Brigit asked hesitantly. 

`A set of stocks!' he laughed loudly. He walked away leaving the
librarian's mind reeling with unanswered questions, laughing to
himself and shaking his head. 

Brigit looked at her watch and was surprised to see that it was well
after five. She stared at the blackness of the television screen and
daydreamed. Her clit burned with unsatisfied anxiety and she couldn't
resist the urge to touch herself again; to release all the pent up
sexual excitement. 

Images of the two men shackling the young girl in the video's ankles
swirled in her mind. She stretched out her feet until her ankles again
rested against the metal legs of the booth and imagined the two hooded
men chaining them in place. 

The shy, young librarian closed her eyes and pictured them groping at
the belt of her modest, navy coloured skirt. With her own hands, she
fumbled with the buckle and released it from around her waist. The
large, plastic buttons down the front of the skirt slipped in her
sweaty fingers as she roughly picked at them. 

`Oh no...please don't!' she mumbled to herself. She arched her back,
pulled the crumpled skirt out from behind her back and threw it over
into the book racks. 

Brigit gently groped the insides of her thighs as she imagined the
violent woman from the movie confronting her. Her mind raced from
thoughts of the woman roughly ripping open the front of her white
cotton blouse like a maniac, to thoughts of the two men holding her
arms while the dominant woman gently picked at the buttons. She leaned
back in the plastic chair and sighed as her fingers opened the front
of her blouse with deliberate and teasing slowness. Her nipples
tingled and shrunk to hard lumps under her white, lace bra as the
cool, air conditioned air of the library came into contact with the
warm soft flesh of her large, firm breasts. 

`Mmmm...oh no...not all the way off!' she cajoled herself, slipping
the blouse off her arms and letting it drop to the floor behind her
chair. 

The half naked librarian squirmed against her imaginery restraints and
pinched her swollen nipples through the sheer lace of her bra. She
watched the way the rubbery tips strained on the transparent fabric,
springing straight out like stiff cherries everytime she released her
grip on them. 

The flashing, green eyes of the masked woman appeared every time she
closed her eyes. They mesmerised her, willing her to take hold of the
elastic straps of her bra and pull them apart until, with a quiet
tearing sound, they broke free of the dainty, half moon cups that
propped up her boobs. 

`Oh no!' she whispered to herself. She imagined it was the hooded men
tearing at her bra. She bent forward and rested her head on the booth
as if being forced so the men could unclip her tattered bra. Her
breasts dropped loose as the elastic strap sprang open in her hands. 

Brigit tossed her ruined bra over the booth behind and moaned quietly.
She cupped one of her soft breasts with one hand while she burried the
other into her sopping wet crotch and masterbated energetically. She
pressed her heels into the carpet and arched her back, thrusting her
wanton pussy up at her hand. 

Everytime the young blonde closed her eyes, her mind filled with
swirling faces of her imagined attackers. Her ears throbbed with
confused, gibberish sounds, like voices inside willing her to do
things against her will. They told her to lie on the floor, and she
slipped from the plastic chair and rolled onto her back on the
scratchy carpet. 

The librarian writhed on the carpet as she fondled her nearly naked
body. She rubbed her hands over her hips and rolled the top of her
pantihose into a ball around her thighs. The coarse fibre of the
carpet scratched the sensitive skin on her soft bottom as she lay on
her back and lifted her legs straight into the air. 

Brigit looked up at her dainty feet. The bright red of the polish on
her toenails sparkled through the sheer, dark gause of the pantihose.
She pressed her palms against her thighs and sensuously rolled the wet
pantihose down over her knees. She shivered as the smooth fabric
gathered around her ankles, making the sensation of being bound more
real in her mind. 

The almost naked librarian closed her eyes and groped her wet pussy.
She moaned as her fingers poked roughly into her velvety, moist hole.
Her fingers squealched as she stirred the milky bubble of cum in her
excited twat, masterbating with uncontrollable abandon. She wriggled
her feet and jerked her legs against the pantihose puddled around her
ankles and trembled with the pleasure of the restriction of her
movements. Her clit throbbed; the swollen, blood-filled lump fully
distended and exposed beyond it's unfurled, protective hood. The
friction of the palm of her hand electrified every sensitive nerve
ending of her excitement barometer. 

`I see you've been watching our movie!' 

The nude librarian's heart stopped. Her eyes popped open and she was,
for a second, frozen with fear. She looked up at the grinning faces of
Clive and Jeremy standing either side of her raised legs and staring
at her fingers burried in her slurping pussy. 

`Argh!' she tried to scream, but she was so scared that the gargled
noise evaporated in her throat. She tried to pull her feet away and
escape, but they were ready for that and Jeremy grabbed the pantihose
between her ankles and twisted it. 

`Don't stop on account of us!' Clive laughed. 

Brigit frantically twisted her body trying to roll free of Jeremy's
grip, but he had her trapped. The flimsy gossamer of her pantihose was
as strong as steel when it was rolled up like it was, and when the
grinning teenager twisted it, it pulled tight above her ankles making
it impossible for her to slip her feet free. `Please! I'll give it
back...I won't tell anyone!' Brigit grovelled on her back. She
modestly covered her breasts and panted breathlessly. Her face and
neck flushed bright red with embarassment as the realisation of her
situation sank in. 

`We know you're not going to tell anyone, but we're going to make
sure!' Clive laughed. 

`Oh please! Don't kill me!' she started to sob. 

`We're not going to kill you, you idiot! Why would we want to kill
you? There'd be no fun in that!' Jeremy held her ankles securely and
tickled the soles of her feet through the sheer pantihose with his
free hand. 

Brigit was too numb with fear to giggle, though normally she was quite
ticklish. She wriggled her toes with displeasure at the touch of his
circling fingertip as she watched them carefully. 

When Jeremy realised she was too nervous to be affected by his
tickling, he gripped her calves under his arm and doubled the
pantihose tautly around her ankles, locking them tightly together. 

`Ok...up you get,' he said, dropping her feet to the floor. 

Brigit lay defensively on the floor. She quickly covered her large,
hairy pubic mound modestly and her naked breasts with her hands. She
tensed in fear as both boys reached down and grabbed her by the wrists
and dragged reluctantly to her feet. 

`Please! I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me go!' she
whimpered. 

`Why should we be worried about you talking to anyone!' Clive looked
her in the eye and laughed uproariously. `We're not the ones who were
lying on the library floor in the nude, masterbating!' 

Brigit's heart sank as she realised thetruth of his words. She felt
ashamed and angry with herself. They would be able to blackmail her
forever, she thought. She'd never be able to do or say anything
against them again, for fear of the humiliation that even their
accusation might cause her. 

`I'll scream!' she mumbled. Her words rang hollow and unconvincing. 

`Scream all you like...nobody's going to hear you...the building's
deserted!' Jeremy smirked. They held her under the arms and dragged
her over between the rows of bookshelves. 

`Wh...what are you going to do to me?' the scared young blonde
stammered. She struggled as they pulled her arms away from her body
and bound her wrists with pieces of soft, red and white nautical rope.
She watched helplessly as the wrapped each of her thin wrists several
times with the rope and knotted them securely. 

`Do you like that, Miss Martens?' Jeremy said deviously. `Just like in
your favorite movie!' 

`No...please don't! I'll do what you want ....anything!' she pleaded. 

`This is what we want, you silly bitch,' Clive said. He pushed some
books to the side and looped one of the loose ends of the rope around
a shelf support above her head. He waited for Jeremy to pull her other
arm out to the other side of the aisle and, together, the pulled the
ropes tightly until she groaned in pain. They tied off the ends and
stood back to admire their handiwork. 

The naked librarian stood on the tips of her toes to try and relieve
the pressure on the ropes biting into the delicate skin of her wrists.
Her blonde fringe hung untidily in her eyes and she groaned in
discomfort. She glanced down her naked, stretched body and was
surprised to notice that her pink nipples were shrivelled and hard
with perverse excitement. 

`So...you liked the movie...turn you on, did it?' Clive stood toe to
toe with her and stared into her sparkling, blue eyes. 

Brigit swallowed the hard lump of nerves in her throat and averted her
eyes. She scanned the titles of the books in the shelf trying to
distract herself. `Who did you identify with in the movie...was
it...the old woman?' he smirked. Brigit trembled and remained silent.
`No, I didn't think so,' he laughed. 

`No...we knew you'd love the movie. You're always so prim and
proper...those glasses you normally wear don't fool anyone,' Clive
slowly walked around her. He stared at her nakedness from behind and
resisted the temptation to fuck her there and then. `It's a well known
fact, you know...' 

Brigit closed her eyes and shivered as he lightly traced the outline
of her ribs and waist with his fingers. Her pulse raced and her skin
rippled with goosebumps. She squirmed and tried not to laugh when he
pressed his knuckles into the sides of her ribs. 

`What well known fact?' she stammered. She tried to distract him from
tickling her ribs. 

`You shy girls...you're not as innocent as you pretend,' he said with
authority. 

`I...don't know what...you're talking ....about!' she grimmaced. A
faint giggled rattled in the pit of her stomach and bubbled up her
throat. She bit her lower lip and twisted her strung up body away from
his needling fingers. 

`Don't deny it! You dream about being taken roughly, don't you? You
fantasize about being held down and gang banged!' Clive ranted. His
voice was quietly persuasive. 

The naked, trussed librarian tried to ignore him. She shook her head
meekly, hoping he couldn't see through her unconvincing act of purity.
She glanced to the end of the aisle between the bookshelves and
noticed Jeremy returning with a tripod and one of the library's video
cameras. 

`What are you going to do with that!' she mumbled. She was suddenly
alarmed that they intended to film her torment. They'd have proof, she
thought. Jeremy grinned and set the camera on the tripod and busied
himself with getting it rolling. 

Chapter Three 

`How are you going there, Jeremy?' Clive asked. 

`Just about done, Clive...let's go,' Jeremy grinned. Brigit thought he
meant filming, but instead, the two teenagers walked away from her,
leaving her naked and vulnerable and alone. 

The naked librarian waited for a couple of minutes. She wasn't sure
what they were doing, or where they had gone, but she took the
opportunity to try and escape. She groaned in pain as she frantically
twisted her hands trying to reach the tight knots of the ropes around
her wrists. Her fingers, though long and slender could not reach them
and she eventually had to give up, fearing damage to her wrists. 

Brigit twisted her head and listened carefully for their return. Her
thoughts drifted to the lurid suggestions made by Clive about her
fantasies. She tried to convince herself that he was wrong, but every
time she closed her eyes, the tingling between her legs led her to
believe otherwise. 

She thought about what he said about her wanting to be gang-banged.
She'd never even hear the term before, but she started imagining how
and where it might happen. Her mind reeled with questions about what
sort of people would like to do that to her. The only faces she could
imagine in any gang situation were the faces of the dilinquents she
often had to share the bus home with after school. 

Brigit had always ignored the rowdy youths on her bus. She had always
found their language and behavior intollerable. But now she imagined
herself on the bus, walking defiantly past them and brazenly sitting
in the back seat. She knew the back seat was out-of-bounds for all
except gang members. 

Though she paid no conscious attention to the teenage pecking order
disputes on the bus, she was aware that people who carelessly breeched
that silent code were harshly dealt with. And the drivers these days
were too worried for their own physical well-being to involve
themselves by intervening when trouble did occur. 

Brigit pictured herself striding to the back seat. She could feel the
wild eyes immediately on her as she sat herself in the centre of the
back seat. A deathly silence fell over the youths as they sized her up
with their scowling stares. Strangely, she saw herself all in white,
as if subconsciously challenging the youths, in regulation black
shirts and jeans, on the code of dress. 

One thing the young blonde librarian was aware of with regard to the
pack structures of youths, something she'd noticed even at her own
school, was the roles played by girls attached to the gangs. They
often did the dirty work for their male peers, and were cunning,
viscious and unpredictable. 

It was two girls, dressed all in black and with bad make-up, that made
the first approach. They casually walked up the aisle of the bus and
stared accusingly at her. Her stomach churned with nerves as she
imagined her supressed fear of the confrontation. 

Brigit imagined her large, canvas shoulder bag sitting temptingly on
her lap like bait. But instead of carrying books, as was usual, it was
filled with nothing but chains and padlocks and a leather whip like
the one she'd seen in the movie. 

The pretty librarian visualised one of the girls suddenly snatching
the bag from her lap. She attempts to stop them, but they push her
roughly back into the seat. The secretaries and business men seated at
the front of the bus remain oblivious to the fuss at the back of the
bus. They remain engrossed in their newspapers and paperbacks. 

Brigit's mind swirls as the drama unfolds silently in her thoughts.
The girl opens the canvas bag and is angry at the absence of money,
but intrigued by the chains and locks. The young librarian stands and
tries to push past the girls to escape, but they block her path. 

Others leap to their feet behind her, and in a flash, she's surrounded
by a sea of pimpled, lecherous faces. She feels their hands all
grasping roughly at her clean, white dress. They make no attempt to
avoid tearing it, and it flies off her struggling body in shreads. 

Brigit cries out for help, but the incessant thumping of loud,
obnoxious music masks her weak voice. Her arms are held behind her
back by unseen teenagers, forcing her large breasts provocatively
forward at one of the leering girls and her ankles are held by others
to prevent her kicking out in defence. 

The trembling librarian watches helplessly as the ugly girl reaches
forward and hooks her dirty fingers into the flimsy elastic waist band
of her white, lace undies. She feels other fingers gripping the undies
from behind and together, they slowly pull them up painfully between
her legs until they ride up uncomfortably into her crack. 

The gang of teenagers laugh as she's lifted off the ground with the
delicate lace between her legs. Her soft, white bum cheeks wobble
either side of the stretched undies and her clit chaffs at the front
as they bounce and shake her until the fabric suddenly rips in half
and drops her feet back on the floor. 

Brigit struggles without success to free her hands so she can rub her
burning clit. She shakes her head frantically as her best bra is
suddenly ripped from her body exposing her full breasts to their
hungry eyes. Their dirty hands grope her nakedness, poking and
pinching every inch of her exposed, vulnerable skin until it's marked
red with their fingermarks. 

`So...you want to sit in the back seat?' the girl asks. Her voice is
filled with menace. 

The naked librarian imagines them turning her to face the back seat of
the bus. Her eyes bulge with excited fear as she sees the hooded man
from the movie sitting in the back seat massaging his huge, erect
penis. The teenagers take chains from her bag and hold her hands over
her head and shackle them to the metal handrails on the roof of the
bus. 

The hooded man smiles at her as her ankles are lifted and spread so
they can be chained to the backs of the seats in the second back row
of the bus. He slips her low heeled, lack shoes off her feet and
tosses them out the window of the moving bus. 

Brigit trembles as the hooded man stands between her widely spread
legs and fingers her wet pussy. She stares down at his large, thick
index finger disappearing into her blonde pubic hair and feels her
smooth, soft hole contract and juice up around it. She blushes with
shame as he withdraws it and holds it up for the teenagers to laugh at
her uncontrollable mini-orgasm. 

The hooded man grins at her and takes the whip that someone has handed
him. He brushes the long strands of black leather over her spread
inner thighs and lets it feather against her gaping, unfurled pussy.
She shudders at the touch of the leather and arches her back trying to
escape. She stares at his enormous, blood engorged penis bobbing lewd
and erect from his crotch. 

Brigit trembles as he passes the whip back to someone behind her and
says he wants to see her whipped. She begs him for mercy as he sits
again and waits excitedly for the whipping to commence. He masterbates
vigorously as the first stinging blow lands on her quivering arse
cheeks. 

The suspended librarian's naked body contorts in pain as her soft skin
burns with the harsh lash of the whip. She clenches her fists and toes
and jerks herself frantically against the restraints. Her struggles
excite him and cause him to wank faster as the next blow lands
painfully under her bottom. The long, thin strands of leather flick
randomly across her spread pussy causing her to shriek in pain. 

Brigit imagines Jeremy and Clive suddenly in the picture. They're
sitting either side of the hooded man where they can tickle the soles
of her helpless feet. They tell her that all she has to do to get away
is giggle. 

`I can't!' she groaned. It seemed that everyone around her had whips
and they began flailing her body indiscriminately. She buckled and
screamed as her hapless pussy and sentitive tits were whipped raw. She
wanted the hooded man to poke her hot cunt with his huge cock, like
she'd seen in the movie, but he just grinned sadistically and
continued masterbating wildly. 

`Are you coming yet, Miss Martins?' Clive's voice echoed loudly in her
ears. 

`No...not yet!' she moaned. She felt the ache in her arms from their
uncomfortable bound position and her legs felt sore, as if they might
cramp at any moment. `Oh yes...touch me!' she sighed. 

The hooded man stood between her widely spread legs and tapped the
bulburous head of his leaking penis against her sticky twat. Her hips
gyrated instinctively, trying to hurry him into action. Her clit
throbbed with unreleased satisfaction as he teased her. 

`We'll touch you when we're good and ready!' Clive said. 

Brigit suddenly opened her eyes and shrieked as Clive slapped her bare
bottom with his hand. She blushed with embarrassment as she realised
that Clive and Jeremy had returned and caught her daydreaming. Her
pussy throbbed excitedly, burning with an almost uncontrollable urge
to be touched. 

`Sorry to keep you...but we see you amused yourself in our absence!'
Jeremy joked. `We'll let you go soon...but first we want you to do
something...' 

Brigit eyed him suspisciously. 

`When I untie you, you're to do everything I tell you...without
question. Is that understood?' Clive asked seriously. 

The naked librarian briefly considered her lack of options, then
nodded meekly. 

`Without question...' he stressed the words. 

`Yes...I promise...' she said. Her voice was faint and shaky. She
watched as he quickly untied the knots from around her wrists. 

Brigit balanced precariously, leaning on Clive's shoulders as he cut
the pantihose from her ankles with a small, pearl handled pocket
knife. She wanted to collapse with exhaustion and rubbed the blood
circulation back into her chaffed wrists with her hands. 

`Ok...this is what we want you to do...' 

Chapter Four 

`Firstly...sit on the floor...lean back on your hands and spread your
legs...' Jeremy took up position and readied the camera. 

The totally naked blonde librarian cautiously sat on the floor and
moved herself into a reclining seated position. The coarse fibre of
the carpet tickled her sensitive anus, making her feel awkward and
uncomfortable. 

`That's good...just bend your knees up a bit more...' Jeremy said,
adjusting the focus of the lens. `And no matter what...smile!' 

Brigit shivered at the hint to the ominous of his remark. She shook
the blonde fringe from her eyes and smiled faintly, curling her toes
up as she waited for the next instruction. 

`Ok...scene one...' Clive said. He stood behind Jeremy and held up a
sheet of white cardboard for her to read. 

`Um...I can't read that very well...' she said apologetically. `I need
my glasses...' 

`Shit!' Clive cursed. He dropped the sheet and glared at her. 

`Sorry...it's not my fault...I need them for distance vision...' her
voice trailed off. 

`Where are they?' he asked curtly. She told him and he rushed off to
fetch them. 

Brigit nervously took the tortise shell frames from Clive and perched
them on her fine nose. She brushed her hair back and waited for him to
hold up the sheet again. She read for a moment silently. 

`Act normal!' Jeremy laughed to himself at the silliness of his
request as he switched on the record button of the camera and waited. 

`No! No! No!' Jeremy stopped the camera and stood to face her
directly. `Just pretend you're speaking to us casually...telling us
alittle about yourself. Don't act like you're reading it...you
know...like the news readers reading the teleprompters just off
screen!' 

Brigit's bare bottom squirmed uncomfortably on the itchy carpet.
`Hello...my name is Brigit Martins...um...I'm twenty six years
old...and I'm a librarian...' 

`She looks just like one, too, in those glasses!' Jeremy whispered to
Clive. He smirked and moved onto the next prompt sheet. 

`Um...I'm alone here with all my books...and I'm feeling lonely...'
she frowned at the corniness of the script. `I don't have a boyfriend
to go home to...satisfy my horniness...' she stumbled over the word
she would never use herself `...here in my library...' 

Clive wrestled with the next sheet. 

`Um...I wish you could be here with me...we could have a party...and
play games...I've already been playing one of my favorite games
....strip poker...as you can see...I lost...I always lose that game. I
love to play it with lots of people watching...so they can watch me
slowly betting away all my clothes...' 

Brigit's nipples tingled with the mental images that vividly flashed
into her mind as she read the words. She cleared her dry throat as
Clive held up the next sheet. 

`...I never know when to stop...I get all fired up with excitement as
I think about which items of clothing to bet first...all the men I
play with get turned on by watch me agonise over my betting...they
always win...' 

Clive grappled with loose sheets of card. 

`...they always win...because they have so many items of clothing to
remove...by the time they've removed their jackets, ties, pocket
kerchiefs and cufflinks...one at a time...I'm already totally
naked...that's one of the rules...I have to start the game wearing no
more than five items...' 

Brigit felt the cool, conditioned air of the library caressing her
inner pussy lips which glistened hotly behind her unfurled slit flaps.
She licked her lips discreetly and curled up her toes as she waited
anxiously for the next page of the exciting fantasy story. 

`...but that's not the best rule...my favorite is that everyone has to
keep betting...including me, until one of the men is naked...even
though I'm usually the first one stripped...this is where the audience
gets really excited...because after I lose all my clothes...the other
players take turns to decide what I will be betting for on each deal
of the cards...' 

Clive shuffled the white cards and held the next one steady for her to
read. 

`...sometimes they're simple tasks...like fetch the drinks...and I
have to run the gauntlet through the people watching and serve
drinks...and sometimes they might make me lie on the table infront of
everyone and masterbate...I love that...but what really turns me on is
when they want to really be nasty...like...' 

`Ok...cut!' Jeremy sounded like a real movie director. `Stay there,
Brigit...' 

Brigit's clit tingled excitedly. She watched Clive rummage around in a
large cardboard box behind Jeremy, searching for something. He pulled
out a length of rusty old chain and dropped it noisily on the carpeted
floor. He also emptied some metal bracelets and a strange looking
thick leather belt. 

`What are those for?' she mumbled nervously. 

`You'll find out,' he said. He walked over to her and kneeled between
her legs, which she pulled defensively up to her chest. `Hold still!' 

Brigit let him clip the hinged, metal rings around her ankles then
linked them with the twelve inch long, heavy link chain by padlocking
each end to the manacles around her ankles. 

`Stand up,' he said. He waited for her to climp to her feet, then
wrapped the leather belt snugly around her waist and buckled it behind
her back. He held her wrists at her sides and strapped them to the
belt with thick, leather bands which he locked secure with smaller
padlocks. 

Brigit shuffled her shackled feet nervously on the carpet. The chain
between her ankles was as heavy as lead and rattled when she moved.
Her hands were immobilised at her sides. `Ok, Brigit...when Jeremy
returns with the stool, you're to walk around it until your back's to
the camera. Sit, then swivel around to give your next lines to the
camera...ok?' 

Brigit nodded. She nervously waited for Jeremy to return with the
small, round top swivel stool. She watched as he placed it behind her
then waited for him to return to the camera. 

`Don't forget to smile...' he said. 

The shackled librarian smiled weakly at the camera then turned to the
stool. She cautiously walked around it as instructed then, carefully
bending her knees, lowered her bottom onto the cloth seat. 

`Argh! What's that!' she grumbled. Something blunt and pointed poked
her pussy as she started to rest her weight on the stool. The
trembling blonde stood and turned to face the camera. 

`Sit!' Clive called from behind the camera. 

`It's not going to hurt, is it?' she stuttered. She stared warily at
the glint of gold in the centre of the seat beneath the fabric
covering. 

Jeremy and Clive nudged each other and smirked when she turned her
back. Jeremy focused the lens on her bottom as it cautiously neared
the seat. 

Brigit stretched her feet to the ends of the chain for balance as she
gingerly sat her bottom on the padded seat. She shifted her hips to
position her leaking pussy over the centre of the seat and, grimacing,
slowly rested her weight on the seat. 

Jeremy grinned as he watched the sprung loaded seat slowly sink down
the customised centre pole of the swivel stool. The camera zoomed in
on the crack in her bum, capturing the vision of the domed, gold shaft
sinking into her pussy. 

Brigit clenched her eyes and bit her lower lip as she felt the thick,
greasy shaft slipping into her moist hole. She squeezed her thighs
with her fingers and curled her toes up off the carpet as the seat
sank about seven inches, filling her cavity with the smooth pole,
before coming to a stop. 

`Turn around!' Clive called. 

The naked blonde carefully shuffled her feet until she faced the
camera. She blinked her tear filled eyes behind her glasses and tried
to concentrate on Clive's prompt sheets. 

`Oh...ow!' she moaned uncomfortably. `...as you can see...I...I'm in
an awkward position from which there's no escape...I'm on the fucking
stool...my masters have forced me to sit here...and wait...to serve
them...' the words dried in her throat as she read them. 

Brigit looked with forelorn past the camera at Jeremy and Clive who
were stripping out of their clothes. The slipped on balaclavas and
moved to stand next to the trembling, impaled librarian. She stared at
their bouncing, stiff penises as they approached. 

Jeremy smiled at her as Clive stood behind her and turned her to face
his friend. Brigit struggled helplessly as her head was held for
Jeremy to poke his leaking cock in her face. 

`Oh please...I've never done that...' she mumbled. She clenched her
lips defensively. 

Clive kneeled behind her shapely bottom and grinned at the camera. He
wrapped his arms around her restrained forearms and fondled her
breasts, wrapping her in a gentle bear hug. He squeezed her stiff
nipples, twisting them painfully until she was forced to open her
mouth and accept Jeremy's eager cock. 

The tortured librarian's eyes bulged tearfully as his salty cock
glided over her soft tongue. She moaned in protest and panted
breathlessly through her nose as he slowly fucked her defenseless
mouth. 

Clive slipped a finger between her overhanging arse cheeks and tickled
her squeamish anus. He could feel the tiny ring puckering fearfully,
flinching at his annoying prodding. He scooped some white grease from
under the seat and smeared it on her tense ring. 

`Here it comes, Brigit!' he whispered hotly into her ear. He embraced
her tightly and aimed his stiff cock up between her spread arse
cheeks. 

Brigit bounced up and down on the spring loaded seat as she tried to
pull her exposed anus away from his blindly prodding penis. She
shrieked past Jeremy's slowly pistoning cock and frantically tried to
slip her bonds. The heavy chain rattled loudly against the metal base
of the stool as she vainly attempted to stand. 

`That's it, Brigit...put on a good show! Show everyone how eager you
arse to have your holes stuffed with cocks!' Clive grunted. He found
the entrance to her bowel and hugged her tightly to hold her still. He
crawled as close as possible behind her on his knees and jerked his
hips. 

Brigit's eyes bulged suddenly. She gasped as Clives lumpy cock head
unexpectedly broke the seal of her spincter. She tried to relax her
tense bum muscles to avoid him damaging her delicate ring. 

`That's a girl...just relax and imagine it's a turd in reverse...'
Clive grunted. He jerked his hips forward and groaned as her tight
ring stretched and slipped two thirds of the way onto his tingling
cock. 

Brigit tried to shake Jeremy's cock from her mouth so she could scream
properly. The sensitive skin of her spincter burned with the friction
of his penetration of her. She felt as if her body was leaking past
his cock and shuddered with revulsion. 

`This is your first time, isn't it?' he whispered reassuringly. 

Brigit nodded. Her arse felt as if it had been speared with a branding
iron. She wondered what she was supposed to do and gently tensed her
arse muscles, tightening the grip of her ring on his cock shaft. 

`Oh yes!' he gasped. He thrust his hips and drove the full length of
his cock into her resisting anus. Brigit nearly choked on Jeremy's
cock as she jumped forward onto it. She wanted to scream at him to
stop, but her pleas were muffled by Jeremy's cock in her mouth. `Don't
panic, Brigit...this pretty arse of yours could easily take something
twice as big as me!' Clive burried his hand into her crotch and
frigged her swollen clit. `Once you've had it like this, you'll never
be fully satisfied unless your sex is finished off with a hardy arse
fucking. Once you're properly broken in, you'll be bending over for
every big cock around!' 

Brigit shivered at the possibility of truth in his words. She couldn't
imagine she'd ever enjoy being arse fucked. They'll have to force me,
she thought to herself. Just as she started to drift off into fantasy
land, she felt something hot and lumpy in her mouth. 

It occurred to her all to late that Jeremy was emptying his spunk into
her mouth. She swallowed like crazy so as not to drown in the slimey,
foul tasting jism. 

etc...clive pulls out at the last minute and comes on her back. 

Chapter Five 

`What's the time, Jeremy?' Clive asked. 

`It's nearly nine...he'll be here soon. We have to get out of here!'
Jeremy said. The tall teenager busied himself with a video player in
the librarian's office, juggling wires and setting the timer. 

`Do you like playing hide and seek?' Clive smiled at the naked
librarian. 

Brigit stared dumbly at him. `Why?' she mumbled. 

`You know Carl...the old cleaner? He'll be here at nine...' he
grinned. 

The dischevelled blonde twisted her hands nervously in the leather
restraints around her waist. `You are going to let me go before he
gets here...aren't you?' she whispered. Her heart sank in her chest as
she realised his answer even before she finished the sentence. `Oh
no...you wouldn't!' 

`What do you think, Brigit...do you think he does a good job cleaning
the library...or is he a lazy bastard?' Clive stroked his chin. `Do
you think he cleans around every nook and cranny of the tables and
bookshelves...or does he cheat and just clean the obvious places?' 

Brigit trembled as she pictured the grizzled old cleaner. She'd only
ever seen him a couple of times, and never spoken with him. Though she
had heard other teachers who had met him say they thought he was
weird. He was German and liked to boast that if he was old enough
during the war, he'd have joined the nazi Secret Service. As it was,
everyone assumed he had been an active member of the Hitler Youth. 

`You'd better start thinking of somewhere to hide...and start praying
that he's a lazy bastard!' Clive laughed. `Are you ready yet, Jeremy?'
he called. 

`Just about...just finishing up now...' he said. Brigit watched him
through the glass windows of her office as he rummaged through her
desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. `What do you think of this?'
he said. He held up a sheet of her perfumed note paper which he'd
found in her desk and started reading; `Dear Carl...I'm wondering if
you could help me...I've got this German movie...' he held up the
video cassette; `and I'm wondering if you could find the time to
explain it to me...please take it home and watch it...if you can help
me...please let me know...I look forward to hearing from you
soon...Miss Brigit Martins...school librarian...p.s...I'd be forever
in your debt if you help!' 

Clive laughed loudly. The blood rushed from Brigit's face as she
stared helplessly at Jeremy as he folded the note and sealed it in the
envelope. `Oh no!' she said faintly. 

`You'd better go and hide, Brigit...he'll be here soon,' Clive slapped
her affectionately on the bottom and followed Jeremy out of the
library. 

The shackled librarian looked frantically around the room for
somewhere to hide. The chain between her ankles rattled noisily as she
waddled as quickly as she could along the rows of shelves to the back
corner of the library. There was no escape; the only way out was
through the front door, which the teenagers had locked on their way
out. Her only chance would be to hide behind the shelves and try and
avoid him. 

Brigit's pulse raced nervously as she peered through a gap in the
books at the entrance of the library. Her bottom still ached from
Clive's rough sodomy of her and the dried cum on her back made her
feel dirty all over. 

Carl whistled an unknown tune as he approached the library along the
basement passage way. He rattled his keys in the lock and entered the
room, unaware of the naked librarian's presence. He wheeled his blue
plastic rubbish trolley and vaccuum trolley into the room and casually
went about his work. 

Brigit watched silently, moving along the shelves to keep him in view
as he moved about. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she spied
on him. 

Carl was tall and muscular; his back surprisingly straight for a man
his age. His hair was neat and silver with age and his rugged face
taut and tanned. It was easy for her to imagine him as a young man;
probably blonde and handsome. 

The old cleaner wandered around the desks, spraying and wiping them
with a stained, yellow cloth. Brigit shuffled with her legs as wide as
possible to prevent the chain from rattling on the floor. She sneaked
from shelf to shelf until she run out of hiding places. She leaned up
against the last row of shelves and peered around the corner at the
cleaner. 

Carl had his back to the shelves and was standing next to the
borrowing desk reading the note that Jeremy had written. 

Brigit quickly pulled her head back, slumped against the cold, wooden
end of the shelf, and groaned to herself. He had found the video. All
that remained for her to know was whether he was curious enough to
take it home and watch it. 

Carl read the note and stared at the video on the desk. He glanced
around the room, pricking his ears as if he'd heard a noise. He left
his spray bottle and cleaning rag on the desk and took the video over
to one of the viewing booths and fiddled with the controls. 

Brigit shuffled along the shelf until she could see Carl. She trembled
when she saw him sitting at a booth, wearing headphones and smiling at
the screen. `Oh no!' she cursed under her breath. She couldn't see the
screen, but she knew what he found so enthralling. 

Carl watched the television for about five minutes then turned it off.
Brigit watched him as he ejected the video and walked back to his
cleaning trolley. She quickly straightened and turned herself sideways
against the end of the shelves as he passed by the other end. 

After he'd passed, Brigit cautiously peered through the books again to
see what he was doing. 

Carl leaned back in the chair in the librarian's office and held the
phone to his ear. 

The naked librarian could hear him speaking, but couldn't understand a
word of the German he spoke. He was holding the tape in the air and
waving it around, laughing. His conversation was peppered with her
name and she knew he was laughing and talking to someone about her.
She closed her eyes and shivered with dread. 

Carl finished speaking and replaced the receiver of the phone. He
looked up at the glass entrance doors of the library and smiled. 

Brigit looked around to see what had caught his attention and froze
with fear when she noticed her own reflection in the smoked glass
doors. She held her breath hoping he hadn't see her, but he turned to
face the shelves and grinned broadly. 

`Hello Brigit!' he said in a heavy German accent. 

The blood froze in the naked librarian's veins. She gulped and stood
paralysed with fear. Her mind reeled with confusion. 

`Come on...come out where I can see you,' he laughed. `Don't be shy!' 

The hapless librarian wanted to run and hide, but the shackles around
her ankles made escape impossible. She tried to imagine what he would
do to her when he saw that she was shackled and defenseless. Her heart
pounded rapidly in her chest as she forced legs to move to reveal
herself. 

Carl's face was bright with excitement as he watched the naked blonde
reluctantly appear around the end of the bookshelf. He stood with his
hands on his hips and broke up laughing when he saw that her ankles
and wrists were manacled. 

`Come here!' he motioned her with his hands. He smiled broadly as he
watched her shuffle across the room towards him. He stared at her full
breasts quivering as she moved and at her hands, clenched in nervous
fists at her sides. 

Brigit remained bravely silent. Her face and neck slowly burned and
blushed bright red with embarassment as she approached him with
trepidation. The heavy weight of the chain and the hardness of the
steel bands around her ankles reinforced her feelings of vunerability.
`So...you like to play games?' Carl said. His voice was rich with
tutonic humour. `I should like to play cards with you...' 

Brigit stood meekly before him. She glanced up into his steely blue
eyes and realised that Jeremy had given him the video taken of her
earlier in the evening. She shrank with humiliation. 

`Turn around...let me have a good look at you,' he smirked. `Have you
been playing cards tonight?' 

Brigit shook her head with shame. She slowly turned her back to him
and stared blankly at the far wall of the library. 

`What?' he raised his voice with surprise. `So...why are you here like
this?' 

`I don't know...' she mumbled. 

`Really? Maybe you have been waiting for me?' He eyed her bare bum,
looking closely at it's redness. `Bend over...' 

Brigit glanced over her shoulder. She looked at him timidly, wanting
to object, but she knew she had no alternative but to obey. Brigit
knew she was in no position to deny his demand, so she dropped her
head ruefully and slowly bent at the waist in front of him. 

`You have a delicious, fresh looking bottom for someone your age...'
he said. His spoke as though he was appraising a glass of wine. Brigit
also felt a tinge of feeling past her use-by date from the way he
mentioned her age. `So firm...and ripe...how many times have you had
anal sex?' 

The naked librarian blushed at the directness of his question. She
wondered what sort of answer he wanted to hear from her; should she
say plenty of times and pretend to be an authority. But her last
remaining fibers of self-decency prevented her from even speaking such
a lie. 

`I don't know...' she mumbled. She meant to say never, but the meaning
was lost. `What do you mean...don't know...between ten and
twenty...fifty...' Carl stared into the dark crack of her bottom
admiring the pink glow of her hairless ring peeking out beneath her
soft, white arse cheeks. 

`Once...' she mumbled. She felt like a child admitting to lack of
attention to her school work. 

`Only once!' he said with disbelief. `Surely not just once!' 

`Sorry...' she grovelled quietly. 

`That's ok...it's good, even,' he lightly touched her smooth, shapely
bottom. `Yes...I like that...a nice, fresh bottom not all tired and
worn out...oh yes...plenty of grip there!' 

The naked blonde's eyes bulged and she squeaked like a chicken as he
unexpectedly pushed his finger into the rubbery elastic skin of her
anus. She stood bolt upright and tensed her arse muscled around his
invasive digit. 

`Ow...oh it hurts!' she grimaced. Her nipples and clit tingled at the
sensations caused by his uninvited fingering. She clenched her fists
and stood on tip toe trying to climb off his rough finger. 

`No it doesn't...it's only my finger!' he mocked her sensitivity. `You
told me you've had anal sex before, so this should make you hungry for
a proper fucking; not cry out!' 

`But it hurts!' she whimpered. But she realised as she said the words
that her ring was actually relaxing around his finger and that the
indignity of it was making her strangely excited. 

`I bet if I touch you here as well, you'll orgasm for me within a
minute!' he taunted her. He moved beside her and groped her hairy
pussy mound. 

`No...I won't!' she lied. She squirmed between his hands pretending to
evade his lecherous hands. The naked librarian wriggled deliberately
and discreetly let her legs drift apart in the struggle to allow his
left hand unrestricted access to her pussy. 

`Yes you will!' he grinned. He could tell she was excited and toying
with him as his fingers slipped easily through her tight curls of
blonde pubes and found the entrance to her pussy. 

`Oh no...what will you do to me if I do?' she panted. Her hips jerked
forward onto his hand as she brazenly encouraged him. `Will you punish
me?' 

`Maybe...' He pushed his finger deeped into her ring as she thrust her
bottom back. `Is that what you'd like?' 

`No...please don't punish me!' The rutting blonde gasped. Her soft,
blue eyes lolled back in her head as she squirmed in his hands. 

`Well, ok then...if you really want me to punish you!' he giggled.
Brigit gasped in pain as he suddenly removed his finger from her
burning anus. 

Chapter Six 

`What are you doing?' Brigit mumbled. Her body trembled with tingling
unfulfilment. 

`I'm going to punish you...but not yet. I have to finish my cleaning
first,' he grinned at her. `Come over here...' 

The naked librarian looked puzzled as he led her over to his cleaning
trolley. She watched him as he unstrapped her wrists and removed the
thick leather belt from around her waist. 

`Are you going to let me go?' she asked. She felt her spirits lift
briefly. 

`No...you're going to vaccuum this room first!' he laughed. 

`What!?' Brigit asked. She was shocked with the rediculousness of the
idea. 

`Here you are...' he said, handing her the vaccuum. 

He left her ankles shackled and pushed her off, telling her to get
started. 

The naked librarian felt strangely degraded at being forced to perform
such a domestic duty; especially in the nude. She shuffled around the
room behind the cleaner hoping that he might let her stop. Half an
hour later she returned, sweating with exhaustion. 

`All done?' he smiled at her. 

Brigit nodded meekly. 

`Good...' he said. His voice was filled with quiet satisfaction. `It
wasn't much of a punishment, was it!' he laughed. 

Brigit smiled faintly and modestly shielded her nudity from him. 

`Punishment is no fun unless it's part of a training regimen...' he
said authoritively. `And I think you would be excellent for training!'
`Training for what?' Brigit asked stupidly. 

`I want you to be my new slave...' 

`What! What if I don't want to be your slave?' she said. The
suggestion sounded outrageous to her. `There's no such things as
slaves these days!' 

Carl laughed uproarously. He slapped his thighs and stared at her with
disbelief. 

`You're a perfect candidate for training...so pretty and intelligent
and perfectly nieve!' 

Brigit blushed at the off hand compliment, though deep down was
disturbed about what he meant. 

`Everyone in the world is either a slave or a master to some
degree...surely you've read that in one of your books here!' he
gestured with his broad hand. `People are born for it; they have it in
them. I was born to be a master and you, a slave, though you're not
aware of it...that's where training helps. It helps you to reach your
potential!' 

Brigit was totally confused by his raving and began to think he was
teasing her with his rhetoric. `What do I have to do?' she asked
apprehensively. 

`The first and most important lesson you must learn...is that I am the
master and you are the slave. You must do everything I tell you
without question...do you understand?' 

Brigit's head nodded mechanically. 

`If you learn that lesson and nothing else, I'll be happy and I'll
reward you in ways you couldn't imagine...and if you don't...well,
you'll find that out regularly...I'll keep thinking of unpleasant
things to make you do just to have you disobey me!' he laughed. 

Brigit shivered with dread. 

`The first thing to do is get out of here,' he said. He made her pack
away his things and followed her from the library. 

`Can you drive?' he asked after they'd finally finished packing
everything away. 

`Yes...' she said. 

`Good...here are my keys...go down to the carpark and bring my car
around to the front of the school!' he said. His voice was flat and
definite. `Ummm...I don't know...' Brigit stammered with sudden panic.
`Are you disobeying me?' he smirked. 

`No...no, I don't know which is your car,' she said earnestly. 

`It's an old brown ford...it should be the only car down there,' he
said. He tossed her the keys and watched as she shuffled nakedly down
along the basement hallway toward the exit. 

Brigit shivered in the cool, night air as she crept nakedly down the
path to the lower car park. She tried to keep her feet apart to stop
the heavy chain rattling on the concrete path and kept vigilent for
signs of other people lurking around the grounds. For once she felt
pleased that there were vandals in the school; every second light
along the path was broken alowing her a shield of semi darkness. 

The large carpark was deserted except for the old Ford standing
silently near the end of the path. Brigit's heart pounded in her chest
as she glanced furtively around before she made a break for the car.
She crouched at the driver's door and fumbled with the huge bunch of
keys. 

`Smile!' a voice said from behind. 

The naked librarian jumped with fright and dropped the keys. She spun
around and was blinded by a bright camera flash. 

`Who's there!' she gasped, blinking her eyes. 

`Don't worry, Brigit...it's just us,' Jeremy laughed. He snapped
another photo of the hapless librarian. 

`Let me take these off for you,' Clive said. He stepped forward and
kneeled at her feet and snapped the padlocks of the anklettes. 

Brigit fumbled around on the ground for the car keys while she was
photographed. Finally finding them, she opened the car door and jumped
into the relative security of the car. 

`You might need these later,' Clive reached in and tossed the metal
rings and chain into the back seat of the old car. 

Brigit groaned as the car refused to start, prolonging her naked
embarrassment for the lusty boys. They grinned and told her,
sarcastically, to enjoy herself as the engine roared to life. She
glanced at them glumly and sped off across the carpark. 

`What kept you?' Carl asked as he opened the passenger door and
climbed in next to the naked librarian. 

`Oh...nothing...the car wouldn't start,' she said. She expected him to
drive, but he obviously wanted her to chauffeur him home. 

`Ok...let's go...' he smiled, leaning back in his seat. 

`What! I can't drive like this! Someone will see me for sure...what if
the police...' 

`Yes...you're right,' he cut her off. `Let's see if I have something
here you can wear...' 

Carl leaned over into the back seat and rummaged around on the floor.
He noticed the shackles, but didn't say anything. 

`How about this...this should fit,' he said. 

Brigit held up the small, yellow mesh t-shirt and glanced at Carl. 

`It's better than nothing,' he shrugged. 

Brigit pulled on the shirt and pulled the hem down as far as possible.
It barely covered her large, firm breasts, and her nipples poked
provocatively out through the large holes of the netted fabric. `It's
ok as long as no-one looks too closely...' she mumbled. 

Carl relaxed back in his seat and told her to drive off. He perved at
her semi-nude body all the way into the city, grinning to himself at
her discomfort every time they had to stop at traffic lights and watch
swarms of Friday night revellers walk past the bonnet of the car. 

`Relax, Brigit...no-body knows! Except me,' he leaned over and stroked
her thigh. 

Brigit shivered and stared blankly ahead at the traffic lights. She
breathed a small sigh of relief every time they changed to green and
allowed her to escape from stationary vunerability. 

`Where are we going?' She peered through the bug splattered windscreen
at the narrow lane he'd directed her into. She felt nervous at being
in an unknown area of the city. 

`Slow down here...' he said. `I always come here for a drink after
work.' 

The laneway was dark and full of overflowing rubbish bins. Only a
small, red neon sign above a solid, oak door suggested there was any
place for a drink at all. 

`Stop here...' he said. Brigit nervously stopped the car outside the
dark door. She trembled with trepidation as she waited for
instructions from Carl. 

`Out you get...' he smiled at her. 

`Like this!?' she gasped. 

`It's ok...everyone knows me here...it's my favorite club!' he reached
over and opened her door. 

`Hello Carl,' a voice appeared out of the darkness. Brigit recoiled
with shock at the sudden appearance of a tall, muscular black holding
open her door. 

`Evening Jason...this is my new slave, Brigit!' he said proudly. 

`Hello Brigit,' his white teeth glowed against the blackness of his
skin. He reached into the car and helped her onto the footpath. 

Brigit panicked and looked to Carl for an explanation. She clasped her
hands nervously over her exposed pussy and shivered in the cold. 

`She's very nice!' Jason grinned as he closed the door. He moved
around trying to look at her naked bottom. Brigit cowered fearfully
and kept her back from his hungry eyes. `You're game letting someone
this pretty come here unrestrained!' `It's her first night of
training...' Carl was nonchalant in the extreme. 

`Have a good time,' Jason winked at the half naked librarian. His dark
eyes sparkled as he watched her exposed, white arse quiver as she
walked into the unusual club. 

Chapter Seven 

Brigit's whole body trembled visibly as Carl led her into the club
through the large oak door. She glanced around at the elegant decor
and patrons, who all appeared fully dressed, and felt totally
conspicuous. Her knees felt weak as she walked across the soft red
carpet to the bar with Carl. 

`Hello Monica,' Carl smiled at the dark haired woman behind the bar. 

`Hello Carl...who's this little darling?' she purred. Her deep set
eyes flashed as she stared at the young, half naked blonde
approaching. 

Brigit tried not to make eye contact with anyone as Carl walked her.
She could feel all the eyes of the mostly male clientele on her; like
starving vultures. 

`This is my new slave, Miss Brigit Martins,' he smiled proudly. `She's
a librarian...' he added, as if it was extra special. 

`Mmmm...a librarian,' Monica grinned. `You like the respectable ones,
don't you, Carl!' 

Brigit's stiff nipple tips peeked lewdly out through the yellow mesh.
She kept her hands folded modestly; a useless attempt to appear normal
in the strange surroundings. 

`Yes...she's very nice...' Monica sighed seductively as she sauntered
around the bar to stand next to the trembling librarian. 

`Not very busy yet?' Carl said, slightly disappointed. He glanced
around the bar and acknowledged a few friends who took it as an
immediate invitation to join him for introductions. 

Brigit glanced around the small group of grinning businessmen who had
flocked around her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest; her face was
bright red with embarrassment. She was oblivious to the conversation
around her. 

`Has she been tested yet, Carl?' Monica asked curiously. 

`No...not officially,' Carl talked as if she was invisible. Brigit
wished she was. 

`Oh good...we should do her here!' Monica said excitedly. `Can we?' 

`Of course, Monica! I wouldn't have it any other way,' Carl hugged
Brigit around the shoulder. `Why don't you take her out the back and
get her warmed up first!' 

`Oh yes! Thank-you Carl,' she purred with delight. She stood close to
the trembling librarian and embraced her tightly. 

Brigit shivered as the woman's strong arms wrapped around her slender
waist. 

The End 


 

 

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