Librarian Bondage Chapter Four
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'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.
