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The Librarian's Rape
By Janet (Redfriar@ix.netcom.com)
***
A chaste conservative librarian is forced into being a
man's cockslave and enjoys it in the end. (Mdm/F, nc,
rp, spank)
***
Mrs. Gant was the 33 year old spinster librarian.
Underneath her dowdy clothes and plain make-up and
chignoned hair was a very real woman. However, years of
self-doubt, insecurity and painful shyness over her
heavily suppressed sexuality hide the fact of her
beauty completely. She presented herself to the world
as she saw herself. Deep passions under great pressure
lurked beneath the prim surface.
The town hired young high school boys to assist the
librarian in clean-up and book filing once the library
was closed at 6p.m. Each applicant was hired for three
months to be fair to all the boys who applied. Jimmy
Manter had worked a month of his three. He was sixteen.
Handsome. Very muscular. A boy with man's eyes. He made
Edith Gant nervous. He gave off an aurora that made
her... sexually uncomfortable.
The doors were locked. It was a rainy Friday night.
Edith Gant walked to one of the back research aisles
deep in the library center to check up on the boy's
progress.
"How are you doing, Jimmy."
With a growl he jumped at her and gripped her in his
powerful young arms. He forced her belly down over one
of the 3 foot reading stools that dotted the library
floor.
Edith attempted to scream, but so shocked was she, no
sound came out. Instead, she mewled piteously, "OH GOD!
What are you doing! Stop this instant! Release me!"
Not at all convincing. A loud, cracking thud followed
by an intense stinging pain her buttocks.
"Shut up!", he hissed. More pain. Shattered, the
spinster realized she was being spanked! The blows fell
in cadence to his voice. Pain danced in her traumatized
conscious. "Lie there and keep quiet or I will really
hurt you!"
"Aaaiieeee!! Oooooo!! Pleaseeeee, nooooooo!"
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
"I warned you." The boy was calm. In complete control
of himself and the situation. He was subduing the woman
with total confidence, as I f he saw into the workings
of her psyche. Machinelike, he spanked the fearful
bitch until she collapsed from the humiliating pain.
Sobbing, tears streaming , she sagged limp and
shivering over the round seat of the stool.
"That's better," he said. Edith sobbed and shivered.
Pressing his hand into the small of her back, the
teenager yanked up the back of her dress to her waist.
Her ass stuck out, covered in plain white silk panties.
The boy grabbed the elastic waistband and tore the
panties down to her knees.
"NO!"
Whacckkkk! This time the blow fell on naked flesh.
"Aaaiieeee!"
"I didn't tell you speak!"
Whacckkk!!
Whacckkk!!
"Pleaseeee... pleasseeee stop... It hurts soooo
much..."
"It's supposed to," he said coolly. This time his hand
fell, but didn't strike. Boldly, he explored the
woman's naked cheeks, slipped the edge of his hand down
into and along her crack. "You got a real nice ass,
Mrs. Gant. I always thought you were built under those
ugly clothes. And, damn! Look at your pussy! Christ,
what a bush! And, those fat cuntlips! Who would have
thought?" The librarian squirmed at the outrage to her
intimate body.
"Pleaseeeee... don't... Jimmy, pleaseeeee... You
mustn't..."
Whhhaccckkkk!! Harder than ever. "I told you to shut
up!" He rose his foot and hooked it in her panties. He
pushed them down to her ankle, then reached down and
yanked them off all together. Edith was naked from the
waist down. "Pull your knees forward and grip the
stool! Let's see you in a fuck pose!"
"Ooooohhh.." The spinster tarried too long to obey.
Whaaccckkkkkk!! Whaccckkkkk!!
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" She jerked her knees forward and
gripped the spindles of the stool with her bare inner
thighs. Her naked ass now jutted back off the edge of
the stool.
The position drew her asscheeks apart and displayed her
two intimate holes with shameful obscenity. It was
clear beyond a doubt. In that position there was no
concealing it. Her cunt was dripping wet!
The boy grabbed the thick carpet of her pubic hair and
yanked brutally. The spinster screamed. As she was
screaming, he fucked ten inches of cock into her. The
bitch howled and orgasmed at once. In that manner, she
was fucked and had had pumped in her vagina her first
load of male semen since adulthood. When he's finished
with her, he pulled out of her drooling cunt and wiped
his soiled cock on her trembling asscheeks. She made no
move.
Moaning, she lay draped over the stool like rag doll,
the waves of mind-shattering orgasms she'd experienced
reverberating throughout her body. Her cunt was a wide
open tunnel from behind. You could see the boy's jism
drooling from it into the mat of her massive pubic
bush, flecking the curly black hairs with white.
It was in an entirely different tone of voice, she
asked finally, "may I get up?" So delightfully
submissive, so slave like. The boy smiled to himself.
"Yes," he said gruffly, "I've seen enough of your
whorey cunt." The words were like a slap across the
spinster's face. Precisely the effect he wished. Edith
lifted herself off the stool and stood uncertainly. Her
hairdo had come unraveled. The silky waves of her not
unattractive hair hung down over her shoulders and
partly covered her face.
Sweat and tears stained her usually cool and aloof
features. Her skin was flushed. Her lips puffy and
pouting and sensuous. She bore that unmistakable
freshly fucked glow. In shame, her eyes were cast down.
She could not make believe to the boy she hadn't
participated in the fucking he'd just given her.
Nervously, she attempted to lower the back of her
skirt.
"No," he barked. He spun her around roughly and tucked
the hem of her skirt into her belt, leaving her naked
ass and the backs of her legs exposed. "Leave yourself
on display in case I want to use you again or in case
you forget how to obey."
"Oooooo..." Edith whimpered. It was her only
resistance. Her mind was focused on the trickling semen
dribbling down the insides of her thighs. "You've had
me," she moaned, "Isn't that enough?" There was a
subtlety of tone in her question. You would almost say
she was hoping he would not say it was enough. He was
still behind her.
Whhaccckkkk!!!
"Don't question me, slut!"
"Ooh, I'm sorry!", Edith squealed reflexively.
"Please... no more... I'm soooo sore there..."
Whhhaccckkkk!!
"You don't know what sore is!"
"OooooOhhh. Pleaseeee, Jimmy..." Tears welled up. She
looked up at him, eyes shining. "...Anything..." she
murmured.
His hand caressed her crack where he had just hit her.
"Anything...?" Edith shivered against his hand.
"...Yes..." she sobbed, barely audibly.
"We'll see. Bend over."
Eyes shut, she bent forward. Her hair cascaded down.
Her ass now stuck out as it had before. The boy probed
between her cheeks. His thumb pressed against her anus.
Slowly, firmly he shoved it up the spinster's ass.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
"Don't move!"
"Oooh, my godddd!!"
"Anything?!"
Unthinkable. Unspeakable. Degrading. Imperceptibly, her
hole gripped his thumb. The stiffness left her body.
She hung down, arms gone limp, draped to the floor.
"...Yes ...anything..."
"Good." With a pop, he pulled out of her. "You're
getting the idea." He reached out and pushed his thumb
into her mouth. "Clean it."
Whimpering, Edith licked and sucked the digit clean.
***
It was Wednesday. She'd been his slave' for four days.
She'd had her first taste of a whip and her first anal
penetration. She sucked out and swallowed three loads
of his sperm. Two others were spurted onto her face
(where they were ordered to stay). All was new to her.
From the first night she had been in a state of dazed
slave lust. She was shamefully wet all the time.
Her nights were filled with bizarre dreams of ropes and
chains and big cocks using her in unimaginable ways.
She awoke each morning throbbing and drenched between
her legs. Chords so deep had been struck. She lived to
obey and surrender herself to his cruel rule. Despite
her shame and the humiliation, she was a willing
victim. Totally willing.
The library was still open. Two or three students were
buried in their books in the reading section. Edith
checked her watch. It was the time he had said. She
slipped from behind the kiosk and, trying to appear
casual, drifted into the aisles. He was in Metaphysics,
standing beside the rolling book cart. Glancing around
nervously, she raised the back of her skirt and bent
over the book cart. She had no panties, nor stockings
on.
She wore no underwear whatsoever. Her large, full
breasts were bare beneath the gray silk blouse. With
the exception of yesterday and the previous day, she
had never been in public without underwear on. That was
all changed. He wanted her naked underneath at all
times'. Gingerly, she settled herself onto the cart
face down, gripping the edges.
The last thing she did was pull her knees up, properly'
presenting her rear end. "Hurry, darling, pleaseeee..."
she whispered, her voice cracked with tense sexual
emotion. Pushing her toes into the floor, she arched up
her ass. The brown circle of her hole was fully
displayed as he liked. "They might come looking for
me..."
"That's not what I want to hear," he said with quiet
authority. Edith heard the zipper coming down.
"I know. I'm sorry..." In a different voice altogether,
she rasped, "Fuck me! ...Fuck me in my ass!"
The spinster lived in a cottage set well off the road
on the outskirts of town. It was perfect.
It was Friday night. They left the library in her car.
He drove. He had her undress and ride crouched down in
the passenger well. He made her walk from the car to
the house naked. He retrieved his canvas bag from the
rear seat. He had brought some of the equipment' he
used on his mother. The spinster did not know about his
mother yet.
He made her pose for pictures first. Edith had always
been painfully shy about her body. Modest to a fault.
She did not own a two piece bathing suit. She could not
bear the though of exposing herself even amongst women.
The boy crouched down and held the camera to his eye.
"Pull you legs out wider.
Reach down and pull your cunt lips apart. Look directly
into the lens." Click.
"On your elbows and knees. Reach back and push your
finger into your asshole. Now, look between your legs
at the camera." Click.
"Ooooo... god!" Edith had never been so ashamed in her
life. So devastatingly embarrassed. The photographs of
her were pornographic! You won't let anybody see
these...?' she kept whining. He never answered. Five
poses. Ten. Twenty.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Each more obscene than the last. "Stretch your lips
around the head of it and look into the camera."
Click.
Somewhere through the mortifying experience, the rubber
band, pulled so tight, snapped. The degraded shy,
chaste librarian and the masochist cockslave recently
liberated melted into one. Sprawled naked on the floor
pulling on her two nipples while the camera shutter
remorselessly clicked, the shame and humiliation began
to take on the characteristics of pleasure.
As pain had translated to ecstasy; sodomy to sexual
bliss; so now being degraded and humiliated began to
fire the sexual embers of her runaway inner psyche. As
the camera ruthlessly invaded her every intimacy, the
transformation took place.
The spinster began responding to the camera as she had
her ruthless lover. Her poses became more lewd, more
obscene. Her portrayal of the most unimaginable took on
uninhibited proportions. Edith began orgasming during
the photos of her masturbating with the five inch thick
zucchini. She continued orgasming during the multiple
shots of the zucchini being pushed into her rectum.
Perhaps most telling though were the last series of
shots. Her flushed, excited face; her sensuous,
sluttish body language; her obvious willing
participation in the photographs of him urinating into
her wide open mouth; her eyes bright with lust as she
struggles to contain and swallow the stream, really
tell the whole story.
The power wielded by those photographs held by him
against her complete capitulation was absolute. From
the moment those negatives left her control, her fate
was sealed. For a while, the photographs were not
necessary. Her total capitulation was freely and
eagerly given. Edith Gant was in love for the first
time in her life. She was a cockslave for the first
time in her life. She was discovering what she really
was for the first time. She was learning about her
beautiful world of bondage, torture and humiliation.
She was getting the ass fucked off her. For the first
time in her life, she was a complete woman.
On the tenth day exactly, she went with him to the
sleazy shop in the next town.
The toothless china man waited while she stripped
naked, then with brisk, precise expertise he pierced
her nipples and the hood of her clitoris and fitted the
tiny stainless rings into place. The librarian cried
silently during the traumatic procedure. She did not
register the china man's fingers brief foray into her
vagina and anal passage.
When the procedure was finished, the boy stepped to the
table and fucked her slowly and gently with the
Chinaman looking on. Frozen with humiliation at first,
she slowly, helplessly started responding to her
master's cock until after a few short moments, she
arched and shuddered in climax.
The boy pulled out of her and, for the Chinaman's
benefit, spurted his load up the front of her body. He
handed her, her dress - her only article of clothing
other than her shoes. Eyes downcast with shame, she
slipped into the garment and drew it around her cum-
smeared torso. The rings glistened in the cold light.
She opened her pocketbook and handed the china man his
money. In the car on the way home, she did not speak
for a long time, nor did the boy. Finally, in a soft,
meek voice, she thanked him for letting her demonstrate
his ownership of her. The boy did not reply, but she
could see he was pleased. Her only regret was that
because of her condition, the china man had warned
them, she would not be whipped until the week-end. She
wanted separately to be whipped in her new rings.
It was into the fourth week, she found out about his
incest with his mother. She was hanging up his jeans
and a photo fell out of his pocket. She picked it up
and carelessly glanced at. She gasped. The image hit
her square in the face. She stared at it for a long
time. She recognized the woman in it from other photos
he had shown her.
The petite blonde with the ball gag strapped into her
mouth and the glazed look in her eyes was his mother.
She was forefront to the camera on her knees and
elbows. Her ass was pushed up and out. The boy was
behind her. The last four inches of his cock were
protruding from his mother's wide-stretched anus He is
fucking his mother in the ass!
The librarian didn't know what to do with this
revelation. It was so far out of her knowledge, she
didn't know how to react. She thought of the punishment
she would incur if he knew she had looked at the photo.
Taking a last look, she slipped it back into his pants
pocket. She could not get the sight out of her mind of
the two small rings hanging down from his mother's
engorged nipples. Had it been done by the Chinaman too?
Had she been fucked in front of the china man as well?
When he found out she had seen the picture, he did not
beat her. He accepted her explanation. Furtively, she
asked questions. They were in the living room. He was
sitting.
She was naked, on the floor between his legs. She had
just finished sucking him.
Between questions, she pressed lazy kisses on his cock
and balls. He answered casually without any noticeable
self-consciousness. He was very forthright.
Yes, he fucked her often.
Yes, she swallowed his cum.
Yes, he pissed on her.
Yes, she got excited from pain and bondage.
Yes, it had been the Chinaman.
Yes, he had fucked her afterward in front of the
Chinaman. No different. He had allowed the Chinaman to
fuck her too.
He described to her how it began; his father leaving
them when he was 12; his mother's loneliness and
inability to find someone who knew how to satisfy her
dark needs.
There were dates, he said. Men fucked her, but he could
see she was not happy.
It began on a hot summer's afternoon. They were both in
bathing suits.
His mother, (whose figure, the spinster had fully
noted, was tiny but sensuously full, breasts as well as
hips) always wore bikinis. They had been at the pool.
Both were wet from swimming.
Something sparked off a wrestling match. In the
process, they fell to the couch and his mother landed
across his knees. Without thinking, he began to spank
her on the ass. At the moment his hand began striking
her a change took place in his mother he did not
comprehend until much later. The oddest sounding moan
escaped her lips. Her struggles stopped abruptly. Her
body went limp across his thighs. She began to tremble
softly.
He did not know his own nature in those days. It was
instinct, he said, that led him to hit her harder and
harder and not to stop when she started sobbing. It was
instinct that led him to untie her bikini bottom and
yank it off. She resisted none of it. She had
metamorphosized. Under the cracking cadence of his
blows, her ass squirmed and lurched to meet the pain.
Her moans and weak cries grew louder.
He did not know about woman's orgasms, about masochist
women. He only knew some critical point was being
reached. It was not instinct, but adolescent lust that
caused him to begin beating her with a fury. And lust,
raw, blind lust that drove him to plunge his fist,
while the blows rained down, into her yawning, sopping
cunt hole. Her screams of orgasm filled the house.
"When she finally slid off me and collapsed on the
floor, my erection became painfully obvious. She caught
sight of it. Her eyes were alight. Her whole body was
pink and glowing. "Oooooh... my little baby..." was all
she said. She crawled between my legs and pulled aside
my trunks. She circled her fingers around my aching
cock and cupped my balls. There was no hesitation. Her
lips pursed. "Do it, my little baby! It will be
alright. Fuck Mommy's mouth! Make me take it all the
way down my throat!"
That was how it began, he told Edith. She asked
questions. The more he spoke, the less self-conscious
he became over the subject. To Edith, she began to see
when he talked about his mother and sex it was as
though she were another woman entirely. On more than
one occasion her referred to his mother as the slut and
that whore. Detached, he spoke about her cunt and her
tits; how his cock felt pushing into her asshole; how
he loved to hear her scream and beg when he whipped
her; what a hot fuck, she was when she'd been tortured.
Somewhere through the long conversation, Edith realized
it was inevitable that her lover's mother and she would
one day end up in the same bed together. The thought
shocked and aroused her in a way she never would have
imagined. She could not have known that Susan Manor had
come to the same conclusion with the same trepidation
and arousal when her son showed her the photos of his
librarian conquest.
In another life it would have taken months of seduction
and cajoling and subterfuge, possibly even drugs to
bring about so depraved a result. But sado-masochism is
an unbelievably powerful drug. So intense are the
sensations of pain and reward, so removed from reality
torture bondage submission. To the masochist a dream is
created; a red hot fantasy world in which all things
are possible.
Susan Manor's cunt was shaved clean. The little ring
glittered dangling from her clit. There was only the
ragged pink slit between her legs. The slit was parted
around Edith Gant's tongue.
***
A hot, sultry day. The library had no air-conditioning.
The old ceiling fan squeaked desultorily each useless
revolution. Susan Manor came in about three. She was in
shorts and a halter. Edith smiled as the petite blonde
walked by. Susan winked and headed for the back bins.
The librarian waited a few minutes, then got up what
she hoped looked casual meandered down the back aisles.
Susan was in German philosophers. She was leaning
against one of the stools, legs planted wide. Her
shorts were on the floor. Her shaved pussy was slightly
parted from her stance. Her halter was pulled up to her
neck.
Her full tits, pierced nipples erect stood out straight
and proud. Edith sighed when she turned the corner and
saw the blonde.
"Oh, what a whore you are," she giggled, looking over
her shoulder a last time before hurrying to the naked
woman.
"Yes, I am," the mother giggled back, "and I'm here to
be serviced by my cuntlicker.
Janet
Redfriar@ix.netcom.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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