Librarian Bondage Chapter Three
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'How are you going there, Jeremy?' Clive asked.
'Just about done, Clive...let's go,' Jeremy grinned. Brigit thought he
meant filming, but instead, the two teenagers walked away from her,
leaving her naked and vunerable and alone.
The naked librarian waited for a couple of minutes. She wasn't sure what
they were doing, or where they had gone, but she took the opportunity to
try and escape. She groaned in pain as she frantically twisted her hands
trying to reach the tight knots of the ropes around her wrists. Her
fingers, though long and slender could not reach them and she eventually
had to give up, fearing damage to her wrists.
Brigit twisted her head and listened carefully for their return. Her
thoughts drifted to the lurid suggestions made by Clive about her
fantasies. She tried to convince herself that he was wrong, but every
time she closed her eyes, the tingling between her legs led her to believe
otherwise.
She thought about what he said about her wanting to be gang-banged. She'd
never even hear the term before, but she started imagining how and where
it might happen. Her mind reeled with questions about what sort of people
would like to do that to her. The only faces she could imagine in any gang
situation were the faces of the dilinquents she often had to share the
bus home with after school.
Brigit had always ignored the rowdy youths on her bus. She had always
found their language and behavior intollerable. But now she imagined
herself on the bus, walking defiantly past them and brazenly sitting in
the back seat. She knew the back seat was out-of-bounds for all except
gang members.
Though she paid no conscious attention to the teenage pecking order
disputes on the bus, she was aware that people who carelessly breeched
that silent code were harshly dealt with. And the drivers these days were
too worried for their own physical well-being to involve themselves by
intervening when trouble did occur.
Brigit pictured herself striding to the back seat. She could feel the
wild eyes immediately on her as she sat herself in the centre of the back
seat. A deathly silence fell over the youths as they sized her up with
their scowling stares. Strangely, she saw herself all in white, as if
subconsciously challenging the youths, in regulation black shirts and
jeans, on the code of dress.
One thing the young blonde librarian was aware of with regard to the pack
structures of youths, something she'd noticed even at her own school, was
the roles played by girls attached to the gangs. They often did the dirty
work for their male peers, and were cunning, viscious and unpredictable.
It was two girls, dressed all in black and with bad make-up, that made the
first approach. They casually walked up the aisle of the bus and stared
accusingly at her. Her stomach churned with nerves as she imagined her
supressed fear of the confrontation.
Brigit imagined her large, canvas shoulder bag sitting temptingly on her
lap like bait. But instead of carrying books, as was usual, it was filled
with nothing but chains and padlocks and a leather whip like the one
she'd seen in the movie.
The pretty librarian visualised one of the girls suddenly snatching the
bag from her lap. She attempts to stop them, but they push her roughly
back into the seat. The secretaries and business men seated at the front
of the bus remain oblivious to the fuss at the back of the bus. They
remain engrossed in their newspapers and paperbacks.
Brigit's mind swirls as the drama unfolds silently in her thoughts. The
girl opens the canvas bag and is angry at the absence of money, but
intrigued by the chains and locks. The young librarian stands and tries to
push past the girls to escape, but they block her path.
Others leap to their feet behind her, and in a flash, she's surrounded by
a sea of pimpled, lecherous faces. She feels their hands all grasping
roughly at her clean, white dress. They make no attempt to avoid tearing
it, and it flies off her struggling body in shreads.
Brigit cries out for help, but the incessant thumping of loud, obnoxious
music masks her weak voice. Her arms are held behind her back by unseen
teenagers, forcing her large breasts provocatively forward at one of the
leering girls and her ankles are held by others to prevent her kicking out
in defence.
The trembling librarian watches helplessly as the ugly girl reaches
forward and hooks her dirty fingers into the flimsy elastic waist band of
her white, lace undies. She feels other fingers gripping the undies from
behind and together, they slowly pull them up painfully between her legs
until they ride up uncomfortably into her crack.
The gang of teenagers laugh as she's lifted off the ground with the
delicate lace between her legs. Her soft, white bum cheeks wobble either
side of the stretched undies and her clit chaffs at the front as they
bounce and shake her until the fabric suddenly rips in half and drops her
feet back on the floor.
Brigit struggles without success to free her hands so she can rub her
burning clit. She shakes her head frantically as her best bra is suddenly
ripped from her body exposing her full breasts to their hungry eyes. Their
dirty hands grope her nakedness, poking and pinching every inch of her
exposed, vunerable skin until it's marked red with their fingermarks.
'So...you want to sit in the back seat?' the girl asks. Her voice is
filled with menace.
The naked librarian imagines them turning her to face the back seat of the
bus. Her eyes bulge with excited fear as she sees the hooded man from the
movie sitting in the back seat massaging his huge, erect penis. The
teenagers take chains from her bag and hold her hands over her head and
shackle them to the metal handrails on the roof of the bus.
The hooded man smiles at her as her ankles are lifted and spread so they
can be chained to the backs of the seats in the second back row of the
bus. He slips her low heeled, lack shoes off her feet and tosses them out
the window of the moving bus.
Brigit trembles as the hooded man stands between her widely spread legs
and fingers her wet pussy. She stares down at his large, thick index
finger disappearing into her blonde pubic hair and feels her smooth, soft
hole contract and juice up around it. She blushes with shame as he
withdraws it and holds it up for the teenagers to laugh at her
uncontrollable mini-orgasm.
The hooded man grins at her and takes the whip that someone has handed
him. He brushes the long strands of black leather over her spread inner
thighs and lets it feather against her gaping, unfurled pussy. She
shudders at the touch of the leather and arches her back trying to escape.
She stares at his enormous, blood engorged penis bobbing lewd and erect
from his crotch.
Brigit trembles as he passes the whip back to someone behind her and says
he wants to see her whipped. She begs him for mercy as he sits again and
waits excitedly for the whipping to commence. He masterbates vigorously
as the first stinging blow lands on her quivering arse cheeks.
The suspended librarian's naked body contorts in pain as her soft skin
burns with the harsh lash of the whip. She clenches her fists and toes
and jerks herself frantically against the restraints. Her struggles excite
him and cause him to wank faster as the next blow lands painfully under
her bottom. The long, thin strands of leather flick randomly across her
spread pussy causing her to shriek in pain.
Brigit imagines Jeremy and Clive suddenly in the picture. They're sitting
either side of the hooded man where they can tickle the soles of her
helpless feet. They tell her that all she has to do to get away is giggle.
'I can't!' she groaned. It seemed that everyone around her had whips and
they began flailing her body indiscriminately. She buckled and screamed
as her hapless pussy and sentitive tits were whipped raw. She wanted the
hooded man to poke her hot cunt with his huge cock, like she'd seen in the
movie, but he just grinned sadistically and continued masterbating
wildly.
'Are you coming yet, Miss Martins?' Clive's voice echoed loudly in her
ears.
'No...not yet!' she moaned. She felt the ache in her arms from their
uncomfortable bound position and her legs felt sore, as if they might
cramp at any moment. 'Oh yes...touch me!' she sighed.
The hooded man stood between her widely spread legs and tapped the
bulburous head of his leaking penis against her sticky twat. Her hips
gyrated instinctively, trying to hurry him into action. Her clit throbbed
with unreleased satisfaction as he teased her.
'We'll touch you when we're good and ready!' Clive said.
Brigit suddenly opened her eyes and shrieked as Clive slapped her bare
bottom with his hand. She blushed with embarrassment as she realised that
Clive and Jeremy had returned and caught her daydreaming. Her pussy
throbbed excitedly, burning with an almost uncontrollable urge to be
touched.
'Sorry to keep you...but we see you amused yourself in our absence!'
Jeremy joked. 'We'll let you go soon...but first we want you to do
something...'
Brigit eyed him suspisciously.
'When I untie you, you're to do everything I tell you...without question.
Is that understood?' Clive asked seriously.
The naked librarian briefly considered her lack of options, then nodded
meekly.
'Without question...' he stressed the words.
'Yes...I promise...' she said. Her voice was faint and shaky. She watched
as he quickly untied the knots from around her wrists.
Brigit balanced precariously, leaning on Clive's shoulders as he cut the
pantihose from her ankles with a small, pearl handled pocket knife. She
wanted to collapse with exhaustion and rubbed the blood circulation back
into her chaffed wrists with her hands.
'Ok...this is what we want you to do...'
