Nathan Silvers - A librarian_s training

"No, please, don't do this to me!" She sobbed, and then broke into tears.

"So, take your dress off," Dean said, leaning on the table. "You've got one of the best figures I've ever seen, and you hide it."

"No, no!" Gillian shrieked and turned, rushing for the door in a blind panic. Dean had locked it and it was a massive, thick door that wasn't going to open, for all her terrified wrenching. "Help, help!"

"Don't bother." Dean leaned against the wall close to her. "The staff here know what to do. You can scream as much as you like. That's why we came here."

"Help me!" Gillian screamed, tearing at the door in helpless terror. Sweat broke out all over her body. "Please, no, don't do it to me! Please!"

"Take your dress off," he said, as if it was something Gillian did every day in front of strangers.

"No, please!" Gillian dropped to her knees and clutched at his legs. "Please, no, please, not this, please! I can't have sex; it disgusts me, I hate it! Please!"

"I'll tell you what will happen if you don't take it off."

"No, please, how can you want me?" Gillian wept, her glasses fogged up with the force of her tears. "I'm ugly; look at me!"

Dean laughed, and so did Rose.

"By the end of this weekend, I'll show you just what you've got, honey," Dean said, "but to show you, we're gonna have to use it."

"I'm a virgin!" Gillian screamed, playing her last card.

"Oh, good; that'll be nice," Dean said, then chuckled again. He slid his hand under Gillian's chin, pulling her face up to his. "Honey, I hate to do this, but I'll use anything I have to make you see sense. Anything!"

He smiled, and his cold eyes went bright with lust.

"He's lying," Rose said, strolling up beside Gillian. "He loves it when you fight and have to be disciplined." She smiled and leaned in closer, the waft of her perfume making Gillian's head swim. "And so do I; I love disciplining girls, love it!"

She smiled even more brightly, and Gillian screamed.

For in Rose's hand was a whip, a curling, single-tailed whip. It seemed even more menacing, now that Rose wore white leather gloves that vanished into the sleeves of her leather dress.

"So, take your dress off," Rose said. "It's your last chance."

"No!" Gillian screamed, losing her grip on herself. She tried to run, but Dean had her arms at once and twisted her around, forcing her toward the table. "No, please, no!"

Gillian wept, trying to escape his grip, but it was like iron and before she knew it, she was pushed face down on the tabletop. It was highly polished and so strong that it didn't shake at all, as she struggled. Dean had hold of her arm and pressed her down with it, twisted up into the small of her back.

"Please, no, let me go home!" Gillian wept. Then she screamed, because somebody had grabbed one of her ankles.

"You want Joe to fire you?" Dean laughed.

"Please, no, let me go!" Gillian wailed, as a metal manacle was clicked shut around her ankle. "Let me go!"

Alda was pulling on the chain; wrapping it around one of the stout table legs, stretching Gillian's ankle out.

"Help, please, help!" Gillian screeched, but the chain was wrapped around the thick wooden support and Alda walked around it, holding another chain and manacle on the end of it.

Gillian's screams rang around the room, but it was useless. Her other ankle was bound, and then the terror really started. Her legs were forced wide open as the chain went around another table leg on her other side. Gillian wasn't used to doing the splits, and her tendons were soon screaming in pain, as her legs were forced open as wide as they would go. But it was the humiliation that got her more than the pain, the horror of being forced and bound over the table. She wriggled as hard as she could, but Dean had a strong hold on her arm and anyway, the struggle with the leg irons had already worn through her tights, and the thick steel was rubbing her skin painfully.

Suddenly, she jerked even harder, for Alda had gotten a grip on her left hand.

"No, you can't, you can't!" she begged.

Alda pulled Gillian's arm out, and clipped another chain and manacle around her wrist. As Gillian screamed and begged, Alda pulled the chain around a table leg on the other side of the table, and stretched the weeping, sobbing Gillian out until her hand nearly reached right across the polished surface. After that, it was an easy task for Dean to twist her right arm back, give it to Alda, and have Gillian's wrist clipped and pulled out until she was painfully stretched across the table; her muscles pulled to the limit, her whole body aching. Her hips were pressed into the table edge, her ass stuck out, but her long skirt still covered it and went down her legs.

"Please, what are you going to do?" she wept, twisting around until she gasped and froze at what she saw.

Alda was taking her clothes off, opening the buttons of her blouse while she ran her free hand down the front of Dean's pants. And there was an enormous bulge when she pulled her blouse out of her waistband, showing the little lacy cups of her bra.

"Please, Dean, can I have one of those boys? Come on, be fair; you're getting her."

She opened the belt of her skirt and unzipped it, sliding it down her legs, as she played with his cock through his pants.

He laughed and ran his hands over her bra, feeling her soft swelling tits. "Sure, honey, but you fuck him here; you know that."

"Sure, baby; I know that," Alda purred, and stepped out of her skirt, dropping it as she paraded her lovely slim figure in nothing but her bra, panties, shoes, and white stockings that were held up by lacy garter straps.

Gillian was so disgusted she turned her head away.

"Key, baby," Alda whispered.

Dean gave her the key and Alda walked out of the room.

Gillian felt Rose's hands running over the backs of her stretched legs, pulling up her dress and slip.

"No, please, don't do that! Please, don't!" she begged, but Rose ignored her and went on pulling the flower-patterned dress up the backs of Gillian's legs, revealing her panty hose and the curves of her thighs.

Finally, Rose tossed the dress over Gillian's ass, and then slid the slip after it, revealing her ass and panties under her tights. Gillian moaned, and her head sank to the table. Her glasses came off.

"Fucking Jesus!" Rose gasped. "She's even better than you said."

She ran her hand over Gillian's ass, and the bound librarian trembled and jerked.

"Would I lie?" Dean laughed. He sat up on the table across from Gillian and reached over, picking up her glasses. "Shit, look at these; they get worse every time I look at them."

He handed the glasses to Rose and the tall blonde examined them.

"You ought to be ashamed," she said, prodding Gillian with her foot. "You look like you're fifty. We'll soon change that. Call Marty, Dean; he can do these in no time."

"What are you doing?" Gillian wailed, as Dean picked up the phone.

"You'll see," Rose said.

"Yeah, Marty, hi," Dean said into the phone. "Yeah, new pair, by tomorrow lunchtime? I knew you could. Yeah, pick 'em up; you wanna see who gets them. Yeah, we're at the usual." He laughed and put the phone down. "Now, you just tell us when you want to take that dress off."

Gillian twisted, staring at Rose as the horrible woman stood behind her, with the whip curled in her hand. The long thin leather tail swung up in the air; flicking over her round body, cracking with a gut-wrenching sound close to her ear.

"No, please, what do you want? Please, please!"

"We want you to take your dress off," Dean said.

"No, not that – I can't!" Gillian screamed.

Dean laughed, and suddenly the curling whip lashed across Gillian's asscheeks. She jerked, screaming as her whole body went tense. Her wrists and ankles wrenched against the metal irons holding them.