Librarian Bondage Chapter Five
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'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.
