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Underneath her dowdy clothes and plain make-up and chignoned hair was a very real woman. However, years of self-doubt, insecurity and painful shyness over her heavily suppressed sexuality hide the fact of her beauty completely. She presented herself to the world as she saw herself. Deep passions under great pressure lurked beneath the prim surface. The town hired young high school boys to assist the librarian in clean-up and book filing once the library was closed at 6p.m. Each applicant was hired for three months to be fair to all the boys who applied. Jimmy Manter had worked a month of his three. He was sixteen. Handsome. Very muscular. A boy with man's eyes. He made Edith Gant nervous. He gave off an aurora that made her... sexually uncomfortable. The doors were locked. It was a rainy Friday night. Edith Gant walked to one of the back research aisles deep in the library center to check up on the boy's progress. "How are you doing, Jimmy." With a growl he jumped at her and gripped her in his powerful young arms. He forced her belly down over one of the 3 foot reading stools that dotted the library floor. Edith attempted to scream, but so shocked was she, no sound came out. Instead, she mewled piteously, "OH GOD! What are you doing! Stop this instant! Release me!" Not at all convincing. A loud, cracking thud followed by an intense stinging pain her buttocks. "Shut up!", he hissed. More pain. Shattered, the spinster realized she was being spanked! The blows fell in cadence to his voice. Pain danced in her traumatized conscious. "Lie there and keep quiet or I will really hurt you!" "Aaaiieeee!! Oooooo!! Pleaseeeee, nooooooo!" Whack! Whack! Whack! "I warned you." The boy was calm. In complete control of himself and the situation. He was subduing the woman with total confidence, as I f he saw into the workings of her psyche. Machinelike, he spanked the fearful bitch until she collapsed from the humiliating pain. Sobbing, tears streaming , she sagged limp and shivering over the round seat of the stool. "That's better," he said. Edith sobbed and shivered. Pressing his hand into the small of her back, the teenager yanked up the back of her dress to her waist. Her ass stuck out, covered in plain white silk panties. The boy grabbed the elastic waistband and tore the panties down to her knees. "NO!" Whacckkkk! This time the blow fell on naked flesh. "Aaaiieeee!" "I didn't tell you speak!" Whacckkk!! Whacckkk!! "Pleaseeee... pleasseeee stop... It hurts soooo much..." "It's supposed to," he said coolly. This time his hand fell, but didn't strike. Boldly, he explored the woman's naked cheeks, slipped the edge of his hand down into and along her crack. "You got a real nice ass, Mrs. Gant. I always thought you were built under those ugly clothes. And, damn! Look at your pussy! Christ, what a bush! And, those fat cuntlips! Who would have thought?" The librarian squirmed at the outrage to her intimate body. "Pleaseeeee... don't... Jimmy, pleaseeeee... You mustn't..." Whhhaccckkkk!! Harder than ever. "I told you to shut up!" He rose his foot and hooked it in her panties. He pushed them down to her ankle, then reached down and yanked them off all together. Edith was naked from the waist down. "Pull your knees forward and grip the stool! Let's see you in a fuck pose!" "Ooooohhh.." The spinster tarried too long to obey. Whaaccckkkkkk!! Whaccckkkkk!! "Aaaaaggghhhh!" She jerked her knees forward and gripped the spindles of the stool with her bare inner thighs. Her naked ass now jutted back off the edge of the stool. The position drew her asscheeks apart and displayed her two intimate holes with shameful obscenity. It was clear beyond a doubt. In that position there was no concealing it. Her cunt was dripping wet! The boy grabbed the thick carpet of her pubic hair and yanked brutally. The spinster screamed. As she was screaming, he fucked ten inches of cock into her. The bitch howled and orgasmed at once. In that manner, she was fucked and had had pumped in her vagina her first load of male semen since adulthood. When he's finished with her, he pulled out of her drooling cunt and wiped his soiled cock on her trembling asscheeks. She made no move. Moaning, she lay draped over the stool like rag doll, the waves of mind-shattering orgasms she'd experienced reverberating throughout her body. Her cunt was a wide open tunnel from behind. You could see the boy's jism drooling from it into the mat of her massive pubic bush, flecking the curly black hairs with white. It was in an entirely different tone of voice, she asked finally, "may I get up?" So delightfully submissive, so slave like. The boy smiled to himself. "Yes," he said gruffly, "I've seen enough of your whorey cunt." The words were like a slap across the spinster's face. Precisely the effect he wished. Edith lifted herself off the stool and stood uncertainly. Her hairdo had come unraveled. The silky waves of her not unattractive hair hung down over her shoulders and partly covered her face. Sweat and tears stained her usually cool and aloof features. Her skin was flushed. Her lips puffy and pouting and sensuous. She bore that unmistakable freshly fucked glow. In shame, her eyes were cast down. She could not make believe to the boy she hadn't participated in the fucking he'd just given her. Nervously, she attempted to lower the back of her skirt. "No," he barked. He spun her around roughly and tucked the hem of her skirt into her belt, leaving her naked ass and the backs of her legs exposed. "Leave yourself on display in case I want to use you again or in case you forget how to obey." "Oooooo..." Edith whimpered. It was her only resistance. Her mind was focused on the trickling semen dribbling down the insides of her thighs. "You've had me," she moaned, "Isn't that enough?" There was a subtlety of tone in her question. You would almost say she was hoping he would not say it was enough. He was still behind her. Whhaccckkkk!!! "Don't question me, slut!" "Ooh, I'm sorry!", Edith squealed reflexively. "Please... no more... I'm soooo sore there..." Whhhaccckkkk!! "You don't know what sore is!" "OooooOhhh. Pleaseeee, Jimmy..." Tears welled up. She looked up at him, eyes shining. "...Anything..." she murmured. His hand caressed her crack where he had just hit her. "Anything...?" Edith shivered against his hand. "...Yes..." she sobbed, barely audibly. "We'll see. Bend over." Eyes shut, she bent forward. Her hair cascaded down. Her ass now stuck out as it had before. The boy probed between her cheeks. His thumb pressed against her anus. Slowly, firmly he shoved it up the spinster's ass. "Aaaaaaaah!" "Don't move!" "Oooh, my godddd!!" "Anything?!" Unthinkable. Unspeakable. Degrading. Imperceptibly, her hole gripped his thumb. The stiffness left her body. She hung down, arms gone limp, draped to the floor. "...Yes ...anything..." "Good." With a pop, he pulled out of her. "You're getting the idea." He reached out and pushed his thumb into her mouth. "Clean it." Whimpering, Edith licked and sucked the digit clean. *** It was Wednesday. She'd been his slave' for four days. She'd had her first taste of a whip and her first anal penetration. She sucked out and swallowed three loads of his sperm. Two others were spurted onto her face (where they were ordered to stay). All was new to her. From the first night she had been in a state of dazed slave lust. She was shamefully wet all the time. Her nights were filled with bizarre dreams of ropes and chains and big cocks using her in unimaginable ways. She awoke each morning throbbing and drenched between her legs. Chords so deep had been struck. She lived to obey and surrender herself to his cruel rule. Despite her shame and the humiliation, she was a willing victim. Totally willing. The library was still open. Two or three students were buried in their books in the reading section. Edith checked her watch. It was the time he had said. She slipped from behind the kiosk and, trying to appear casual, drifted into the aisles. He was in Metaphysics, standing beside the rolling book cart. Glancing around nervously, she raised the back of her skirt and bent over the book cart. She had no panties, nor stockings on. She wore no underwear whatsoever. Her large, full breasts were bare beneath the gray silk blouse. With the exception of yesterday and the previous day, she had never been in public without underwear on. That was all changed. He wanted her naked underneath at all times'. Gingerly, she settled herself onto the cart face down, gripping the edges. The last thing she did was pull her knees up, properly' presenting her rear end. "Hurry, darling, pleaseeee..." she whispered, her voice cracked with tense sexual emotion. Pushing her toes into the floor, she arched up her ass. The brown circle of her hole was fully displayed as he liked. "They might come looking for me..." "That's not what I want to hear," he said with quiet authority. Edith heard the zipper coming down. "I know. I'm sorry..." In a different voice altogether, she rasped, "Fuck me! ...Fuck me in my ass!" The spinster lived in a cottage set well off the road on the outskirts of town. It was perfect. It was Friday night. They left the library in her car. He drove. He had her undress and ride crouched down in the passenger well. He made her walk from the car to the house naked. He retrieved his canvas bag from the rear seat. He had brought some of the equipment' he used on his mother. The spinster did not know about his mother yet. He made her pose for pictures first. Edith had always been painfully shy about her body. Modest to a fault. She did not own a two piece bathing suit. She could not bear the though of exposing herself even amongst women. The boy crouched down and held the camera to his eye. "Pull you legs out wider. Reach down and pull your cunt lips apart. Look directly into the lens." Click. "On your elbows and knees. Reach back and push your finger into your asshole. Now, look between your legs at the camera." Click. "Ooooo... god!" Edith had never been so ashamed in her life. So devastatingly embarrassed. The photographs of her were pornographic! You won't let anybody see these...?' she kept whining. He never answered. Five poses. Ten. Twenty. Click. Click. Click. Each more obscene than the last. "Stretch your lips around the head of it and look into the camera." Click. Somewhere through the mortifying experience, the rubber band, pulled so tight, snapped. The degraded shy, chaste librarian and the masochist cockslave recently liberated melted into one. Sprawled naked on the floor pulling on her two nipples while the camera shutter remorselessly clicked, the shame and humiliation began to take on the characteristics of pleasure. As pain had translated to ecstasy; sodomy to sexual bliss; so now being degraded and humiliated began to fire the sexual embers of her runaway inner psyche. As the camera ruthlessly invaded her every intimacy, the transformation took place. The spinster began responding to the camera as she had her ruthless lover. Her poses became more lewd, more obscene. Her portrayal of the most unimaginable took on uninhibited proportions. Edith began orgasming during the photos of her masturbating with the five inch thick zucchini. She continued orgasming during the multiple shots of the zucchini being pushed into her rectum. Perhaps most telling though were the last series of shots. Her flushed, excited face; her sensuous, sluttish body language; her obvious willing participation in the photographs of him urinating into her wide open mouth; her eyes bright with lust as she struggles to contain and swallow the stream, really tell the whole story. The power wielded by those photographs held by him against her complete capitulation was absolute. From the moment those negatives left her control, her fate was sealed. For a while, the photographs were not necessary. Her total capitulation was freely and eagerly given. Edith Gant was in love for the first time in her life. She was a cockslave for the first time in her life. She was discovering what she really was for the first time. She was learning about her beautiful world of bondage, torture and humiliation. She was getting the ass fucked off her. For the first time in her life, she was a complete woman. On the tenth day exactly, she went with him to the sleazy shop in the next town. The toothless china man waited while she stripped naked, then with brisk, precise expertise he pierced her nipples and the hood of her clitoris and fitted the tiny stainless rings into place. The librarian cried silently during the traumatic procedure. She did not register the china man's fingers brief foray into her vagina and anal passage. When the procedure was finished, the boy stepped to the table and fucked her slowly and gently with the Chinaman looking on. Frozen with humiliation at first, she slowly, helplessly started responding to her master's cock until after a few short moments, she arched and shuddered in climax. The boy pulled out of her and, for the Chinaman's benefit, spurted his load up the front of her body. He handed her, her dress - her only article of clothing other than her shoes. Eyes downcast with shame, she slipped into the garment and drew it around her cum- smeared torso. The rings glistened in the cold light. She opened her pocketbook and handed the china man his money. In the car on the way home, she did not speak for a long time, nor did the boy. Finally, in a soft, meek voice, she thanked him for letting her demonstrate his ownership of her. The boy did not reply, but she could see he was pleased. Her only regret was that because of her condition, the china man had warned them, she would not be whipped until the week-end. She wanted separately to be whipped in her new rings. It was into the fourth week, she found out about his incest with his mother. She was hanging up his jeans and a photo fell out of his pocket. She picked it up and carelessly glanced at. She gasped. The image hit her square in the face. She stared at it for a long time. She recognized the woman in it from other photos he had shown her. The petite blonde with the ball gag strapped into her mouth and the glazed look in her eyes was his mother. She was forefront to the camera on her knees and elbows. Her ass was pushed up and out. The boy was behind her. The last four inches of his cock were protruding from his mother's wide-stretched anus He is fucking his mother in the ass! The librarian didn't know what to do with this revelation. It was so far out of her knowledge, she didn't know how to react. She thought of the punishment she would incur if he knew she had looked at the photo. Taking a last look, she slipped it back into his pants pocket. She could not get the sight out of her mind of the two small rings hanging down from his mother's engorged nipples. Had it been done by the Chinaman too? Had she been fucked in front of the china man as well? When he found out she had seen the picture, he did not beat her. He accepted her explanation. Furtively, she asked questions. They were in the living room. He was sitting. She was naked, on the floor between his legs. She had just finished sucking him. Between questions, she pressed lazy kisses on his cock and balls. He answered casually without any noticeable self-consciousness. He was very forthright. Yes, he fucked her often. Yes, she swallowed his cum. Yes, he pissed on her. Yes, she got excited from pain and bondage. Yes, it had been the Chinaman. Yes, he had fucked her afterward in front of the Chinaman. No different. He had allowed the Chinaman to fuck her too. He described to her how it began; his father leaving them when he was 12; his mother's loneliness and inability to find someone who knew how to satisfy her dark needs. There were dates, he said. Men fucked her, but he could see she was not happy. It began on a hot summer's afternoon. They were both in bathing suits. His mother, (whose figure, the spinster had fully noted, was tiny but sensuously full, breasts as well as hips) always wore bikinis. They had been at the pool. Both were wet from swimming. Something sparked off a wrestling match. In the process, they fell to the couch and his mother landed across his knees. Without thinking, he began to spank her on the ass. At the moment his hand began striking her a change took place in his mother he did not comprehend until much later. The oddest sounding moan escaped her lips. Her struggles stopped abruptly. Her body went limp across his thighs. She began to tremble softly. He did not know his own nature in those days. It was instinct, he said, that led him to hit her harder and harder and not to stop when she started sobbing. It was instinct that led him to untie her bikini bottom and yank it off. She resisted none of it. She had metamorphosized. Under the cracking cadence of his blows, her ass squirmed and lurched to meet the pain. Her moans and weak cries grew louder. He did not know about woman's orgasms, about masochist women. He only knew some critical point was being reached. It was not instinct, but adolescent lust that caused him to begin beating her with a fury. And lust, raw, blind lust that drove him to plunge his fist, while the blows rained down, into her yawning, sopping cunt hole. Her screams of orgasm filled the house. "When she finally slid off me and collapsed on the floor, my erection became painfully obvious. She caught sight of it. Her eyes were alight. Her whole body was pink and glowing. "Oooooh... my little baby..." was all she said. She crawled between my legs and pulled aside my trunks. She circled her fingers around my aching cock and cupped my balls. There was no hesitation. Her lips pursed. "Do it, my little baby! It will be alright. Fuck Mommy's mouth! Make me take it all the way down my throat!" That was how it began, he told Edith. She asked questions. The more he spoke, the less self-conscious he became over the subject. To Edith, she began to see when he talked about his mother and sex it was as though she were another woman entirely. On more than one occasion her referred to his mother as the slut and that whore. Detached, he spoke about her cunt and her tits; how his cock felt pushing into her asshole; how he loved to hear her scream and beg when he whipped her; what a hot fuck, she was when she'd been tortured. Somewhere through the long conversation, Edith realized it was inevitable that her lover's mother and she would one day end up in the same bed together. The thought shocked and aroused her in a way she never would have imagined. She could not have known that Susan Manor had come to the same conclusion with the same trepidation and arousal when her son showed her the photos of his librarian conquest. In another life it would have taken months of seduction and cajoling and subterfuge, possibly even drugs to bring about so depraved a result. But sado-masochism is an unbelievably powerful drug. So intense are the sensations of pain and reward, so removed from reality torture bondage submission. To the masochist a dream is created; a red hot fantasy world in which all things are possible. Susan Manor's cunt was shaved clean. The little ring glittered dangling from her clit. There was only the ragged pink slit between her legs. The slit was parted around Edith Gant's tongue. *** A hot, sultry day. The library had no air-conditioning. The old ceiling fan squeaked desultorily each useless revolution. Susan Manor came in about three. She was in shorts and a halter. Edith smiled as the petite blonde walked by. Susan winked and headed for the back bins. The librarian waited a few minutes, then got up what she hoped looked casual meandered down the back aisles. Susan was in German philosophers. She was leaning against one of the stools, legs planted wide. Her shorts were on the floor. Her shaved pussy was slightly parted from her stance. Her halter was pulled up to her neck. Her full tits, pierced nipples erect stood out straight and proud. Edith sighed when she turned the corner and saw the blonde. "Oh, what a whore you are," she giggled, looking over her shoulder a last time before hurrying to the naked woman. "Yes, I am," the mother giggled back, "and I'm here to be serviced by my cuntlicker. Janet Redfriar@ix.netcom.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 32