John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

"My dear, it's no trouble at all. Your health is my only concern." Miss Stark sat on the edge of the couch and held Letha's hands in hers.

"I'm all right, really. I-I should be getting back to work."

"I've had another girl covering the check-out desk for three days. A little while longer won't matter a bit. I want to get to know you better."

"Get to know me?" The tone wasn't like the icy Miss Stark she knew.

"Yes, my sweet. Much better! Ellen Carver isn't the only one attracted to you." She put her hands on Letha's firm tits and fondled them gently through bra and silky pink slip. Letha gasped in shock.

"Lie still," the older woman insisted. "I know you enjoyed lesbian sex with the president of our board of trustees. Now I want you to enjoy it with me."

"Oooooh," Letha moaned. Sex with anyone was the furthest thing from her mind right then. There wasn't a muscle or nerve anywhere in her body ready for even the slightest stimulation.

"I've loved women all my life," Miss Stark said. Her hands slipped down to Letha's slender waist, then drew together on the dome of her pussy mound.

Letha shivered, not wanting to be touched by even a woman's soft hands.

"I like playing the man's role…"

"Miss Stark!"

"Call me Prudence." She hiked up Letha's pink slip and pulled down her panties. "I haven't been able to think of anything else since I saw your adorable little pussy without any hair at all. It's like a baby's cunt. I know it's an awful thing to admit, but that makes me unbearably horny. I've done nothing but dream about fucking you."

"Prudence, I haven't dreamed about fucking these last couple of nights – I've had nightmares about it! I wasn't sick those three days, I was held prisoner by a bunch of horny young men."

"Oooh, you poor dear," Miss Stark stroked Letha's trembling pussy consolingly. "They must have abused you terribly."

"Abused and, overused."

"I'll make you feel better. I can feel your sleek little cunt responding to my tenderness already."

"That's shivering fatigue you feel. I need sex right now like Custer needed more Indians."

"After that terrible ordeal, you need a woman's gentle and understanding love more than ever. Men are such beasts, but I'll make you forget all about that."

"I don't want to forget, God damn it! I just want to rest. I spent three days in chains."

Miss Stark flashed a chilling grin. "Is that what it takes to excite you?"

"No!" Then Letha smiled. "Well, I mean it was exciting… in a strange sort of way, but…"

"You needn't explain. I understand." Miss Stark slid off the couch and went to the file cabinet behind her large desk. She bent down and opened a locked bottom drawer.

Letha could only see her head and upswept crown of silver hair above the desk top. For the first time she realized how stunning the woman really was. So tall and stately, a face with finely carved classic features. Nicely dressed and properly made up, the woman would be dazzling.

"I've been long devoted to the pleasures of bondage and discipline," Miss Stark said matter-of-factly. "At times that is the only way to satisfy my craving for the younger, more timid little pussies that I find so delectable."

Miss Stark arose smiling, holding a pair of wrist shackles and a set of leg irons in her hand.

"Ooooh, no!" Letha cried, leaping off the couch.

She bolted for the door, not caring that she had nothing on over her lacy pink slip.

She rattled the locked door, twisting and yanking the knob.

"It won't open without the key," Miss Stark said. "And neither will these!"

Prudence grabbed Letha's left arm and wrenched her hand behind her back. The handcuff whacked her wrist and the jaw whirled around to snare it. Letha screamed.

The glowering head librarian yanked her away from the door by pulling on her bound wrist. Letha stumbled and turned. Miss Stark grabbed her right arm, twisted it behind her, and snapped the other cuff closed.

Letha warned, "I'll scream!"

"Go ahead. My office is soundproof and as you can see, it has no windows."

She pulled Letha back toward the couch. Letha's primly coiled blonde hair came loose with all her thrashing. The long hot showers needed to ease pain after three days of bondage had rinsed the dulling toner from her hair. It shined bright as gold, long and silky in its radiant splendor.

"What beautiful blonde hair you have." Prudence Stark stroked a hand down her back. "And what a trim little ass. I'm sure those awful men were delighted with you."

"Yeah, they were."

"Now you know I insist the women who work here dress so as not to display their natural appeal." Miss Stark pushed Letha back and down on the couch. With hands cuffed behind her back there was little she could do to resist.

The leg irons were a pair of broad, locking bands joined by three links of chain to the ends of a solid steel rod. With the ankle cuffs locked in place, the two-and-a-half-foot-long rod would keep her legs spread.

Letha kicked and squirmed, wrenching her shoulders and chafing her shackled wrists. Prudence grabbed one leg and clamped it beneath her arm while locking the hand in place. Then she caught hold of the other.

"No!" Letha moaned, still weak from her three-day ordeal.

Now her legs were locked in steel restraint, spread for pleasure that could not be denied.

Miss Stark smiled with a predatory gleam in her usually cold, gray eyes. She began to undress, slow and sinuous in her movements, like a stalking cat. Her tits were firm and surprisingly full, topped by large nipples. Her tall body as slender, almost sinisterly slim. The long rippling muscles suggested strength and endurance. Her cunt hair was a long and slender wedge of the purest silver. It adorned a sleek mound and curved deep between her slender long legs.

Prudence stood over her, smiling in the triumph of wicked delight. She cupped her hands gracefully beneath her tits and slowly circled her nipples with teasing thumb strokes. They swelled hard and pulsed as she moaned in anticipation.

Then she slid her hands down to her silver cunt hair and fingered her clit. Her moans came louder and faster. A stubby thick nub emerged from her narrow wedge of shining silver cunt hair. Her clit had swelled to the size of a man's thumb tip. An eerie big nub that gleamed with damp warmth.

"My clit will delight yours," she said with a cat-like smile. "That bud of nerves is the center of sexual pleasure in all women. You will feel the heat and tingle of delight without having to suffer vile penetration."

Letha moaned, strangely entranced by the older woman's big clit. It pulsed and surged like a man's cock getting hard.

"Men are so beastly crude," Miss Stark went on. "They only think about violating a woman's innermost reaches with their awful pricks. They too often ignore that wonderful little button of pleasure so easily reached. That's why I'm still a virgin as far as sex with a male is concerned. I've never let a man touch me, and I've shown countless young women the path to unsullied pleasure. They've all forsaken the penis for pure rapture without penetration."

Letha thought, she's a lesbian evangelist. A missionary of all female sex. What a waste! What a crying shame. And still a virgin at her age! A miracle of modem times.

Prudence took a long pair of gleaming library scissors off her desk and began to cut open the front of Letha's pink slip. The cold blade reached her panties and severed them too. Then they cut between the cups of her bra.

"Now the beautiful neophyte is prepared for the worship at the Temple of Lesbos."

Miss Stark knelt between Letha's spread legs, eyes locked on her freshly shaved pussy. She'd lathered it and shaved off silky blonde traces of stubble only that morning.

"Yyyuuunnnm!" the older woman said, bringing her silver-crowned head down.