Librarian Bondage Chapter Two
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'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.
