Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

"Let's get out of here," said Rick. "She's getting to be a bore."

"But we'll see her again, won't we?" said Mel. "I mean, we don't wanta give up a good thing."

"Sure, we'll see her tomorrow," said Rick, "but I'm gonna think up something new for us to do to her. I get tired of the same old thing."

The same old thing! Kay shuddered. If it didn't amuse him to have two boys fuck her at once, to screw both her mouth and her cunt, whit would amuse him? She didn't want to find out.

The boys hurried off, leaving her alone in the quiet forest clearing. Sobbing, she gathered up her wrinkled and torn clothing from where the gang had tossed it. She was pale and shaken, but her mind was working feverishly. She had to get out of this nightmarish situation, and she had to do it soon, if she wanted to keep her sanity and her self-respect.

The next day Kay decided to stay late at work, in hopes of discouraging the gang. She dismissed Danny early and settled down at her desk with some paperwork. But she didn't get much work done. Her thoughts kept straying to her dilemma, to the terrible choice she had to make – whether to give up her hard-earned career and leave town, or to remain and be Rick's sex-slave forever. She came to no decision. Both choices seemed impossible.

It got to be dinnertime, and the sun was going down, but Kay wasn't hungry. She decided to work until dark. Then she'd go home, have a few stiff drinks, and try to get some sleep. Sleep had a way of solving problems, clearing the mind.

The door of the library opened, and Rick and his gang walked in.

Kay gawked at them, going pale and cold. She'd never imagined that they'd have the nerve to approach her here.

"The night watchman is in the hall," she said coldly. "If you don't leave, I'll call him."

Mel tittered, that shrill sound of sadistic amusement that always chilled her blood. "We talked him into takin' a real long coffee break," he said. "Amazin' what five bucks'll do."

Kay believed him. Homer, the night watchman, had sworn he was off booze, a reformed man, when he was hired, but sometimes when she worked late, she'd smelled liquor on his breath when she bade him good night. She had no doubt that Homer would be delighted to take Friday night off with five dollars to spend at the tavern.

She began to shiver.

"Please," she said, trying to keep her voice calm, "leave me alone, just this one night. I need to rest, to think. You have girl friends, you can go out with them…"

"But they don't put out the way you do, baby," said Rick. "We don't want no little girls. We want a real woman. And we ain't never gonna leave you alone. How many times I gotta tell you? You belong to us. You gotta be ready, anytime. And we want you now."

They began moving towards her. Rick had a savage angry look on his face, but the others were grinning. Mel was practically drooling in sadistic delight, and Terry's freckled face was flushed with horny anticipation. Kris was smiling slightly, his dark-blue eyes focused on the jutting curve of her big tits under her prim cotton suit.

Kay stood up quickly. She had to buy time. If she had time to think, she might be able to get away.

"Not here," she said. "Homer might come back, or someone might walk in on us. Let's go to my house."

"Uh-uh," said Rick. "I locked the door, so nobody's gonna get in. Besides, I like the idea of making it in the library. It's time somebody put it to good use. You might as well cooperate, baby. There's no way you're gonna get out of it."

She knew it. She believed it, yet something in her rebelled. She had to fight these monsters, at least make the attempt, otherwise she'd lose all respect for herself. She couldn't just give in.

Kay started backing away from her desk, keeping her eyes on the approaching gang. If she could slip into the stacks, she might be able to circle back and get out the door.

Kay kicked her chair out of the way and ducked behind the nearest shelf of books.

"Get her!" Rick shouted.

Kay ran down the aisles between the stacks, kept changing her route. Her high heels were making too much noise, so she kicked them off. She heard the boys thundering after her, panting, calling to each other. From the racket they were making, she could tell just where they were, and it wasn't too hard to dodge them. Her heart began to lighten. If she got away, she could go to a motel for the night, and they'd never find her. She darted around a shelf and saw the door of the library, unguarded. Almost laughing in triumph, she made for it.

"Aaaggghhh!"

With a savage cry, meant to terrify her, Kris leaped from his hiding place near the door. Kay was paralyzed with horror, and before she could move, the muscular blond boy had her in an unbreakable grasp.

"I got her!" he shouted.

The other boys came running out of the stacks.

Rick confronted her in a savage fury and raised his hand to strike her – but Terry seized him and pulled him back.

"Hey, man," Terry panted, "no need for that. We got her, she ain't gonna get away. I don't want that pretty face messed up. She'd be no fun to fuck."

Rick shrugged off the redhead's hold. "All right," he snarled, "but I think she oughta be punished. She's gotta learn not to try to get away."

"Well, you can think of some punishment for her," Mel said, grinning significantly, "only it don't have to be hittin' her. Get what I mean?"

Rick grinned evilly. "Yeah, I get it. And I thought you were dumb."

The swarthy gang-leader strolled over to Kay's massive walnut desk.

"Here's where she sits all day," he said sarcastically, "telling guys to shut up, making 'em read boring books, acting like she was a queen or something. I think this is a good place to punish her. Bring her over here."

Kris hustled Kay over to her desk, pushing her along effortlessly.

"Get that rope from the car," Rick said to Terry, who scurried off. "Strip her," he said to Mel and Kris.

Kay didn't resist, only sobbed helplessly as the two grinning boys roughly pulled off her clothes. Her career had meant everything to her, and now that, too, was going to be defiled by these hoods.

They were going to rape her right here in the library, at her own desk!

She'd never be able to sit there again without thinking of it, without remembering her shame and humiliation. She vowed then and there to leave town. She couldn't stomach it any more, couldn't endure being the gang's despised plaything. As soon as she got away from them, she'd leave…

Terry returned with the rope and watched as Kris and Mel finished undressing her. They tugged down her pink lacy panties and left her naked and weeping. Rough hands fumbled with her big trembling tits, the tender hairs of her snatch, and the boys laughed raucously. But as usual Rick got impatient and wanted to get down to business.

"Get her up on the desk," he ordered. "On her back."

There were a few items on her desk, and he swept them onto the floor with a crash. Kay cried out in protest, but strong arms lifted her onto the cold hard desktop and held her there.

"Now tie her," said Rick.

Kay wept in tenor as the boys tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk. She was securely tied, unable to move, her long legs spread ludicrously wide. Never had she felt so helpless with the gang. No matter what they did to her, she couldn't escape, couldn't fight back.

Rick walked around to stand between her wide-spread legs, ogling her exposed pussy. He saw the light fringe of black hairs surrounding her scarlet slit, the tiny flesh-finger of her clit, and the recessed mouth of her dry cunt. He was still furious about her attempted escape, and he wanted to punish her in a way that she'd never forget, a way that would thoroughly humiliate and shame her.

He reached out and seized her tiny red clit between his thumb and forefinger, teasing and tweaking the little fleshy organ. In spite of herself, Kay felt instant pleasure. She couldn't resist having her passion-bud played with. She blushed hotly and closed her eyes against the grinning circle of boys, but she couldn't prevent the gradual moistening and warming of her pussy as Rick continued to play with her sensitive clit.