Late night Library fantasy.
It all started with my late-night visits to Liverpool Central Library. I use the place at least once a week as I’m studying as a mature student. My preferred time is late, usually after midnight. It’s the best time to go as it’s pretty quiet & you be sure that the only other users are serious geeks who, like myself try to avoid being disturbed.
Anyway, back to my fantasy…..
One evening, I’d dropped into the library & chosen my preferred corner, the older part with it’s vaulted ceilings, stone alcoves & rows of musty old books on wooden shelving. It’s never ceased to amaze me, how easy it is to find the darkest most private corners in such a vast place. This particular night was different, I could hear footsteps somewhere amongst the rows of shelves & an unfamiliar sound; the occasional scrape of metal on wood followed by the sound of feet on ladder-rungs. Partly annoyed at the intrusion, partly curious I wandered over toward the sounds. As I rounded the corner I was confronted with a rather unsavoury sight. There were two guys was some shelving & at this moment one was at the top of a ladder working on some of the mahogany panels, the other, sitting against the base of the ladder opening a chocolate bar. Both of them were overweight, rather unkempt & heavily tattooed. I guessed they were both mid-forties. It was the tattooes of one of the guys that really caught my eye. On his left bicep, the image of a girl heavily bound an iconic picture that I had seen before by the artist Dave Annis.
My gaze lingered on it too long, he noticed & a grin appeared across his mouth. I whispered to them, “Excuse me, could you keep the noise down please, I’m trying to study”.
They looked at me standing there in a pair of old, tight black leggings, a t-shirt, I’d had since I was 16 & no make-up (let’s face it, I wasn’t expecting to meet a hunk art this time if night) the one on the ladder said:
“Not our problem, we do the night shift to keep out of people’s way”.
How rude! I wasn’t expecting the response & found myself turning & tiptoeing back to my books. As I turned, I heard one of them, I don’t know which mumble.
“Stuck up little bitch” I flashed a look of distain & returned to my desk.
As a study-night, it was a failure, as a study of human nature, it was a gold-mine. Following our brief encounter I had decided to teach these two gorillas a lesson, in the way only a girl knows how. I had lost my train of concentration shortly after their comments which left me with two choices; leave & give them the satisfaction of “winning” or staying under the guise of studying whilst teasing the hell out of the pair. In hind-sight, probably the most stupid thing I’ve done.. ever!
After a few minutes, the pair had worked along the shelving & we were now in each other’s line of sight. It was at this point I made my fateful decision.
With a deep sigh, I put my arms behind my back, linked my fingers & stretched, my elbows actually touching behind my back. As I did so my breasts forced forward tight against the fabric of my rather old & definitely out-grown t-shirt.
The sigh had got their attention & I could feel them leering at me. I resisted looking in their direction, I stood up & with my back to them I crossed my ankles before pivoting forward over the desk to reach a magazine on the far side, giving the pair a view of my bum as I did so. I slowly walked back to my chair but instead of sitting, I twisted the chair to one side & kneeled, my bum pushed out, my elbows on the table, thumbing through the book in front of me.
It was silent behind me, it was obvious I had their attention. I continued with my teasing for a few minutes, sighing, flicking my hair, stretching, adjusting my top & plucking at the fabric of my leggings, before my finale….walking confidently over to the pair I asked, Will I have the pleasure of you two tomorrow night or will I have some peace & quiet”?
They flashed nervous smiles at each other before telling me almost simultaneously’ “Here all week, every night”.
I turned on my heels & with a flick of my hair said, “So I guess we’re stuck with each other”.
I had plans for these two beyond this evening. I had always been a tease but normally in my work as a part-time bargirl I would wear my tightest jeans, my tiniest tops & flirt with the best-looking hopefuls at the bar. It was all great fun but this was different. I had these two over- weight idiots all to myself & I definitely had caught their eyes. I was also planning on playing up to one guy in particular, the one with the tattoo of the bound girl. Who in their right mind would publish the fact in permanent ink that they were a kinky, dominant, woman-hating thug. I would have fun with this one.
Midnight, day 2
I was going to see just how long I could keep these two going. I knew I had at least four nights to work with so I decided to make the most of my time.
Each night of the week I would have a theme so that by the end of the week, they would be expecting everything but getting nothing! This was going to be fun.
My choice of clothing was important. I didn’t want to come across as a complete slut, I was trying to maintain my character as an aloof, over opinionated little pain in the arse but an edge of “slutty” should work well the tonight.
To my delight, the library was empty apart from one guy, sitting alone with a coffee, surfing the web. I made my way to the old section I guessed they would be working in. There they were, hanging a door to the store room right at the back of the old section.
I was going to take my time with the tease & opted for a t-shirt & my tightest jeans finished off with my New Rock boots! Tonight they would witness a little bit of the rebel in me!
They were grinning at me, I gave them a look of loathing, raised my eyebrows & with my sexiest wiggle, make my way past them to me desk.
Maybe it was my paranoia but I couldn’t help but notice that most the evening, the pair spent most of the time with a clear view of my denim-clad rear. Maybe it was because I chose to stand the majority of the time leaning over my desk. I had bought along my Ipod & as I listened to my selection of rock, I swayed seductively for their entertainment. On occasion I would turn & more often than not they were leering at me, I would flash them a look of total disapproval. One thing was obvious, there looks were getting more frequent & there expressions more resentful.
It was getting late, my time to leave. As I did I removed my earphones & gave the pair one last shot across their bows. With my most patronising tone I said’
“Thankyou for your time, it’s been a pleasure” sucking air through my teeth, head held high I strode for the door.
“Fucking cheeky little bitch” was the last thing I heard.
A broad smile broke out across my face,
“Men are so weak”!
Midnight day 3
I figured I had two nights of fun left, time to take it up another notch.
The truth was, I had had a boring sex life. A string of boyfriends who’s idea of fore-play was to rub my thigh before going for the big one! As a result I had toyed with the idea of on-line dating sites. To this point I hadn’t gone through with it but had built myself a small collection of pictures some of which even showing my attempts at tying myself up & even an attempt at photo-manipulation showing me bound in the hope of attracting a suitable playmate. Although I had absolutely no intention of going any further with these two idiots, the teasing was intense! My collection of pictures, left “by mistake” for them to see was the highlight of my plan.
I slipped an album into my bag & headed for the library.
If my hunch was correct, these should get them more than interested! & if the dimwits STILL didn’t get the message, I threw in a couple of extras from his favourite artist…. Just to be sure.
It was gone 1am before I arrived. The library was empty.
They were in the same place they had been the nights before. I’d chosen another outfit tonight to catch their eyes a thigh-hugging, satin pencil skirt & fitted blouse. They heard me before they saw me, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor as I approached.
I teetered past them, putting on my sexiest wiggle & flashed them a smile.
“Fuck me, look at the body on that!” the tattooed lout muttered.
I turned to face them “I’m sorry, did you say something”? I asked indignantly.
“Take it as a compliment & get over yourself!
“Aw, bless you…don’t you get to see many girls stuck up here all night with your big ugly friend. How do you normally keep a girl in your company? Your charm & good looks or a bundle of ropes & some duct tape”!
The tattooed one glared & stepped towards me “You cocky little bitch, why don’t you fuck off to your books like a good little girl”.
“Hmmm, just as I thought, rope & duct –tape”.
I turned & sauntered away before they had time to reply.
They worked around me in virtual silence most of the evening, casting occasional looks of distaste as they past by.
I sat in the silence flicking aimlessly through my books smiling to myself. This had been a cruel tease of two ignorant but innocent guys but it was hugely entertaining. I had a captive audience. They had been play-things to me safe in the knowledge I was safe in such a public place even though it was deserted these idiots must know better than to do anything but take the teasing.
They were back. I turned them & grinned tauntingly. It was time to put my plan into action. I slipped my album from my bag, opened it to the picture I had chosen earlier & laid it on the floor under my bag.
I had selected pictures that obscured my face just in case they fell into the wrong hands, the one I chose to leave on top was the outfit I wore that night, making it obvious it was me.
I stood, noisily, scraping the chair across the wooden floor as I did so. One final stretch, hopefully long enough to hold their gaze before scooping up my bag before strutting quickly out of the door, the album left open on the floor.
The following day I pondered my weeks work with glee. I’d always loved to tease guys but this was different. The slight element of danger had been utterly delightful.
Midnight day 4
That evening I decided to keep the sexy secretary theme.
The skin-tight, shiny skirt seemed to work.
Maybe just a change of blouse.
White would be good to show off my sexy lingerie visible underneath.
The tattoo on his arm suggested he like the “look” & I intended to make him suffer in his frustration to the limit.
It was midnight when I arrived. It was deserted as ever. I headed for my usual desk but there was no sign of my quarry. I sat & listened…..nothing.
An hour past, still not a sound….Frustration set in as the minutes past as it dawned on me that they’d finished their work & last night was their last night.
“Dammit”! I mumbled to myself. They had the last laugh & a pile of porn to remember me by!
Another hour passed….still nothing….
Until, without warning I heard footsteps, moving fast behind me, as I turned in my seat they were on me!
Before I had time to resist, a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders & a hood was pulled down over my head.
“MMPPHHHF”!
“Shut up you little bitch & hold still”!
A hand clamped tight over my mouth as I heard the sound of tape peeling from its reel. My mouth was gagged before I was hauled from my seat. An arm grabbed my arms, hauling them behind my back as more hands clamped around my knees. As I struggled I was carried from my desk, along a corridor & as the sound of their footsteps changed from taping on wood to sort carpet, I was aware they’d taken me to the storeroom. The door clicked shut behind them.
I was dumped into a chair, I tried to stand, a hand grabbed my throat & I was pushed down as more hands pulled my arms behind me. I felt the straps cut into my wrists as they were pulled tight. As an arm held me around my shoulders more hands grabbed my ankles as they were strapped together.
My mind was spinning, this wasn’t what I had planned! I tried to fight but it was hopeless. More straps wrapped around my waist & thighs, pinning me firmly into my seat.
An arm coiled around my neck.
“Fancied a bit of a tease did you? It’s time little prick-teasers like you learned, if you fuck about & act like a slut, there’s a price to pay”!
Another voice entered the room.
“Fuck off Kenny, you saw her pictures, she’s gagging for it. I bet she’s cum in her knickers already, look at her squirming around in her damp patch”!
“Shut up John & pass me the belts”.
He started with my elbows. A broad leather belt was slipped around them & as I struggled, he slowly pulled them together until they touched behind my back.
“Fuck, she’s a bendy little thing, she’s going to be fun”!
The belt was fastened off. I had never felt so utterly vulnerable as I did at this moment. More belts were wrapped around my body, above & below my breasts. I could feel them swell as the straps were pulled tight, squeezing them from above & below.
“Look as her tits, all pushed up & pumped up! They feel like fakes, hard as fuck!! HAHAHA”!!
My blouse was pulled apart, exposing my lingerie…
“Nice undies! All lacy & sexy. I hope we aren’t keeping you from a date….”!
He pulled my top down, exposing my bare breasts before pinching my erect nipples, teasing at first then harder & harder until I squealed in pain.
Although I was scared, it was obvious to my captors that I was as horny as hell! I don’t think I remember the point at which my body language had changed but instead of my initial efforts to struggle free I was aware that I was moaning rhythmically, my breast heaving against the belts, my body slowly & rhythmically gyrating in my seat from my shoulders to my toes in a regular snake-like motion. They were right, I was grinding against an increasingly damp patch!
“I fucking knew it! This kinky little bitch is loving this. Look at her wriggle, she’s not trying to get free, she’s trying to rub herself off…”HAHAHAHAH!!!
I shook my head furiously, whimpering through my gag. Hands were on me again.
“Fuck off you little tease, we might look stupid to you with your fucking books & shit but we’re old enough to know when a girls getting a wet pussy”!
I felt hands on the backs of my calves, sliding up & down over the sheer fabric of my stockings, plucking them with their rough, over-worked surface. They travelled up to my thighs, squeezing in circular motion, sliding up & down their length, teasingly close to my pussy. Until…
His thumb burrowed hard against me pushing the shiny, stretchy fabric deeper & deeper between my bound thighs.
“Gnnnhhhhh”! My body was in spasm, he had found my spot. I arched against my bonds, my buttocks squeezed & every bond around me doubled in pressure as I sucked in air through my gag.
“She’s as kinky as fuck. I bet I can make her cum in her knickers.”
His thumb was pressing harder now, grinding my clit in small circular motions. My breathing grew harder & harder.
The observer joined in.
“Look at those tits, She’s gonna bust her belts in a minute. Pass me another one”!
The grinding stop, what now”?
I could feel a belt across my nipples, brushing back & forth for a moment, teasing them further until I heard the “clink” of the belt being looped together then slowly pulled tight.
“HAHAHA, pull it tighter Kenny”.
Now I was scared, I was gulping as much air as I could but every time I exhaled the belt was pulled tighter, three breaths & every time he pulled before fastening it off. I moaned, managing only swallow shallow breaths of air before the leather pressed hard into my breasts like a steel cage.
I had to think; small, slow, shallow breaths. I had to relax & keep calm. I genuinely thought I was going to suffocate. I began to relax my body, staying as still as possible. I concentrated hard to maintain myself but then they were both on me. One rubbing his hands up & down the length of my satin-covered thighs, thumbs, two this time teasing my hips at every stroke. My other captor until now had been an observer but now he was behind me leaning against my bound arms, grinding his shaft against them, I could feel it harden. His fingers pinched & squeezed the bare flesh of my breasts between the heavy leather strapping. He was moaning now & hard as rock as he rubbed against the length of my arms.
For a moment, he back away, one arm around my neck as he sunk lower behind me. He was stumbling slightly now as he dropped down. Soon I realised why. He grabbed one of my bound hands & wrapped my fingers around his denim-covered penis. He made efforts to rub against me, hoping I would respond but my reaction was to squeeze. At first he found pleasure but as he slid his man-hood through my fingers to its swollen tip I pinched HARD! As it “pinged” though my grasp, he let out a shriek. A hand grabbed my throat.
“You fucking little bitch, try sucking on some air now”!
A hand clamped over my mouth & pulled my head back hard against his gut as his thumb & finger pinched my nostrils….
I grunted & struggled frantically, gulping for air. The chair creaked as I strained against my bonds.
Gulping noises from my throat and my convulsive actions did nothing to stop him.
“Bet you wish you hadn’t teased us now you fucking little bitch”.
Throughout my ordeal the thumb worked vigorously at my now swollen clit. Then as suddenly as it began it stopped. Simultaneously the pair backed away. My head fell back as & filled my lungs as best I could with sweet air. My whole body shuddered. I could never have imagined that this gross pair could have brought me come so close to orgasm.
I felt hot breath on the side of my neck.
“We’re going for a brew. You’ve got 30 minutes so if you don’t want to get fucked up some more you’d better start struggling”.
I heard the door open then close behind them. The footsteps faded.
I was exhausted. My body ached from painfully tight bondage, my head spun from the lack of air & my mind raced with what had happened to me. With my limited strength I tested my bonds moving my body in slow twisting movements.
Far from concentrating on getting free I couldn’t escape the utter pleasure I felt as the straps held me. With every movement the pressure of every bond travelled around my body.
Once again it overwhelmed me, distracting me from my task. My confused mind convinced me to climax as quickly as possible so I could focus on escape!
I began my rhythmic grinding focusing on how the bonds felt, I could feel my soaking lips slide against one another. I pushed my hips forward pushing my bone against the strap across my lap. I was close not close enough. I desperately tried to clear my mind but it no good, every time I came within a breath of orgasm my mind failed me.
It was excruciating!
I whimpered….exhausted. I had failed. I made one last effort to loosen my bonds but it was hopeless. I slumped in my chair, bound, weak & beaten…..
An age past I sat there alone in darkness & silence until the footsteps returned. The door opened.
“I think we’ve broken her in John. That’s a pity, I like a fighter!
“Fucking hell Kenny, she’s dripping wet! Quick get the straps off her, I’ll fetch the ropes”.
To be continued……..
Part 2
I could feel hands unstrapping me from my seat & re-binding my wrists before I was roughly hauled to my feet. Light blinded me as for the first time that night the hood was pulled from my head. As one of the pair held me around my throat with his crooked elbow, the other remove the sodden gag from my mouth before re-gagging me with thin, stretchy surgical tape. It’s incredible tackiness welded my mouth shut, moulding every contour of my lips.
“Let’s get some photos of her standing, she looks fucking fit in the gear”!
I was backed against the wall & secured by my wrists to the window latch, my elbows cruelly bound together behind me.
I felt humiliated. They took it in turns to snap photographs of me on their mobiles as I teetered on my heels, my knees bound together.
The more frustrated I became, the more they smirked.
My shoulders burned. The more I struggled, the more they ached.
“Haha…she’s getting pissed off! Look at her face”.
The pain was becoming unbearable. I grimaced at my captors & growled through my gag.
I tensed as they approached, one of them holding my photo album, thumbing through the pages & thrusting one page into my face.
“How about this one.”?
“Does that make you horny, you kinky little bitch”?
With some relief my elbows were released before I was pushed uncerimoniously to the floor…..
….. & pulled into a crude but effective hogtie.
I had never been hogtied before but had always been fascinated at how helpless the models had looked. I struggled hard resisting his pawing as best I could. His hands circling my breast & buttocks rythmically.
“Hold still you little fucker”.
Rough fingers began to grind at my clitorous through my silky skirt.
I couldn’t help but respond to his touch. The combined feeling of total helplessness & stimulation was overwhelming. My eyes rolled, I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as I rolled my hips against the pressure of his hand.
“Look at this dirty little slut. Even when she’s tied down she’s still trying to rub herself off”!
Then without warning the thug rolled me onto my side, put a knee on the rope between my wrists & ankles, grabbed my hair & pulled my head back. Now I couldn’t move an inch.
As he peeled my pencilskirt up my thighs my captor barked his order at his accomplice. “Give me the toy”.
I heard it before I felt it. A low-pitched humming noise moments before the small bullet shaped vibrator was pushed directly against the hood of my clitorous.
There was no foreplay, no teasing against my inner thigh, tracking slowly up towards my spot, just the instantaneous sensation of being taken from arousal to near orgasm within a split second.
My reaction was totally uncontrollable. My body went rigid, straining the very limits of my bonds, my thighs cramping, my wrists & ankles burning, my back locking. I let out a muffled sheik through my taped lips but was instantly silenced by the hand clamped over my mouth forcing my head painfully back as it did so.
Then everything seemed to go into slow motion. I was held in that position by powerful arms & unforgiving ropes. Every tiny movement I made was supressed by subtle movements of his knee against the rope & his hand over my mouth. The ropes did the rest. The tiny vibrator didn’t need to move. It remained expertly tucked deep into my hood working relentlessly on drawing me into my very first bound orgasm.
I was so close, my body twitched uncontrollably but so many distractions bombarded me, keeping me on the very edge of orgasm. I would never have believed that I could be so close for so long without falling but it was happening to me right now. My mind & body were playing tricks & prevented me for succumbing; I wondered if it would be painful. I had never been so sensitive & this time I had no way of stopping. Another distraction. I was convinced these guys were aware of what they were doing t me, preventing me from climaxing as long as they could. Another wave was approaching & my body language had given it away. I drew a slow, deep breath, filling my lungs until my blouse was fit to burst, that high pitched yelp, the twitching……
In his world, his timing was impeccable. A second before my point of no return he pulled the mini vibrator away. He released my mouth from is grip. I panted violently as they both mocked me.
“You stupid little bitch. Did you really think you could take the piss out of two old fuckers like us & get away with it”?
“Yeah, I fucking hate cock-teasers. You ain’t so fucking smart now are you”.
My whimpers grew as they prowled around me continuing there insults;
Their concoction of insults, teasing & stimulation was unleashing new emotions, a potent cocktail of extreme arousal, frustration & fear!
For a moment, my body slumped. I whimpered, almost sobbing. The pair noticed at once..
“That’s the trouble with students Kenny, they’re work-shy. I think she needs another prod”.
The plea in my mind took me by surprise…..
“Oh God, not again…..please, please make me cum”!
As the tip of the tiny vibrator nestled into my hood I tried to focus. It was instant, as soon as vibrator touched me I was surging towards orgasm & once again, my captor denied me. As soon as he recognised the moment, he removed the vibrator just long enough for me to come down before working on me once again.
Again & again he teased me. My pussy ached, whimpers were now of pain & utter frustration. The fear had gone. My craving to cum was overwhelming.
What the hell had he done to me?
Although the other captor had little contact with me, his comments contributed to my feeling of being a true damsel in distress.
“Feel her pussy, she must be soaking”!
“Hehehe, yeh she dripping!
My skirt was pulled up & I was rolled over, exposing my naked buttocks. My g-string was wrenched down & I felt two broad fingers probed my lips before thrusting deep into me, not so it seemed for my pleasure but to gouge a palm full of my juice.
“Look at this”
He was holding his glistening fingers out to his friend. As I watched he manoeuvred his hand over my face & slowly tipped it. I could see my own fluid, glistening in the dim light trickle towards my cheek like a spider on a strand of web until I could feel the bead touch me & slowly form it’s trail down my cheek, jaw-line & neck. He clamped his still sodden hand over my mouth, slipping one finger under my gag. He toyed with my lips, moistening them with my own cum.
What happened next was surreal. Without a word my captor re-positioned my g-string, pulled my skirt back down, gently smoothing it across my bottom & thighs as he did so. Then without a word he joined his accomplice on the far side of the room behind me to sit & watch me bound on the floor.
They sat in total silence as the minutes ticked by. The click of a lighter & the thin fog of smoke only confirmed their relaxed state. The emotion of fear began to loom once again. The silence was unbearable. I twisted over to see them watching me as they puffed on their cigarettes.
The minutes passed, still nothing. My head spun.
“What were they doing”?
Soon my question was answered.
Part 3
The pair were heading my way…..”What now”?
Kneeling beside me they dropped a picture from my album beside me.
“We’re going to untie you now, take off your skirt & blouse & tie you up like this. You’re not going to fight, you’re going to behave yourself. If you try to stop us or try to escape, we’ll leave you tied up here for the staff to find you in the morning. If you behave you’ll be free to go. Do you understand”?
The thought of being left bound all night & the utter embarrassment of being found was awful, the option of complying with my captors & prospect of being tied in such a way was certainly the favourable choice!
I nodded frantically.
I was untied & told to strip down to my underwear.
I had resigned myself to becoming totally compliant. I had no choice but to accept my fate. I had got myself in to this situation & didn’t blame my captors for taking advantage of the situation I had offered them. I had teased them mercilessly over the previous few days & had to accept the treatment they had subjected me to. I had been a slut & this was the price I would have to pay. I knew they were enjoying the moment but if I was honest I had created a scenario that was also satisfying my own dreams of being held in bondage by total strangers. I should have been terrified at the prospect of being tied up helplessly by these guys but I was craving it! I undressed & left myself at their mercy.
I had always wondered what it would feel like to be bound in such a way. Until this moment I had experienced the restriction of the straps they’d used to secure me to the chair but this was going to be different. My fantasies had always been to be bound with rope. I had imagined how it would feel to be slowly immobilized with long strands binding me tightly so that I was completely helpless. I had seen the pictures of girls with their elbows pinned together behind their backs & had imagined how vulnerable they must feel. Now it was happening to me.
I was nervous but as they began to bind me, my heart raced.
This was the moment my elbows were bound. I had wondered what it would feel like & I wasn’t disappointed. I felt totally helpless. I found myself helping him! I linked my fingers & pulled my arms together as much as I could so that he could bind me as tightly as possible. This was ridiculous, what was I doing. I was helping a complete stranger to put me in bondage so that I had no chance of escape! I felt my elbows touch & as he wrapped more rope around them.
As more ropes were added I began to wonder what I’d got myself in to. As a ball-gag was pushed into my mouth they hit me with the bombshell.
“You stupid little bitch, did you really think we’d let you go? You’re going to be here for the cleaners in the morning, all tied up nice & tight”!
“MMMMMPPPHHHH”!!!
I shook my head & sobbed through my gag, this was my worst nightmare. I struggled against my bonds but it was hopeless.
Even before my wrists were bound the ropes binding my elbows made it impossible to wriggle free.
“Hahaha, look at her squirm, she’s fucking hilarious. Get her wrists tied”.
He was on me again, more ropes in his hands.
I was terrified at the prospect of being found but the overwhelming feeling at this moment was feeling so utterly helpless. There was absolutely no way I would be able to free myself from his inescapable rope-work. My mind was in turmoil. The fear was there but I was aroused…..VERY aroused! Once again my captors saw my body language changing. I moved rhythmically against my bonds, moaning quietly through my gag, my eyes closed tight.
Grabbing my shoulders he pulled me against him.
“Go on, struggle, you look fucking hot all roped up”!
He moved in closer, pulling me back into his body, I could feel he was rock hard, grinding against me. His breathing became heavier as he worked his penis up & down between my bound elbows.
Maybe I had reached the point of complete submission. I responded as best I could. I pressed against him & with the little movement I had, I worked his cock in slow jerking movements of my hips.
My reward was brutal.
“You dirty fucking whore! I didn’t ask you to rub my cock”!
He gripped my nipples & twisted them between his thumb & finger.
“Let’s finish this slut off. She needs to cum”!
“This’ll give you something to think about for a while”
The tiny but powerful vibrator was pushed between the ropes & my wet, aching pussy.
I bit hard into my gag & he pushed the button……
There was no escaping it’s powerful unyielding pulse.
I lasted just a few seconds before the waves overwhelmed me. Unable to resist I toppled sideways.
My hips thrust against the vibrations. Moaning with pleasure I knew I was close.
As I writhed against the waves, my captors torments kept coming.
Before long I found myself in the most incredible position I could possibly wish for. I rolled onto my front, now I was totally helpless unable to move anywhere apart from push down on the vibrations flowing through my body.
I was beyond embarrassment, their mocking words did nothing. I was so close now my mind was in another place. I pressed down hard again & again against the vibrator as it worked on my clit.
“Fuck me mate, she’s loving it! Look at her arse cheeks shivering. She’s gonna make herself cum”!
They were right. With every gyration of my hips I could feel my bum quivering as the surges came again & again.
“Look at that gorgeous arse”.
Hands were on me now, kneading & massaging the mounds of quivering flesh. I whimpered with pleasure as fingers probed between my cheeks, finding my spot.
Kneeling over me I was held down firmly until I could take it no longer. With a wave that sent a judder of pleasure I came longer & harder than I’d ever cum before. The ropes burned as I tensed ever muscle in my body unable to move from the grip of the ropes & the firm hands pressing my bum-cheeks.
As the wave subsided my breathing became more & more rapid. The gag & the ropes across my breasts made it almost impossible to catch my breath.
My whole body shook then relaxed as the wave of pleasure left me, limp.
My head was spinning, I could hear the other guy approaching.
“Go on you have a go with her, she’s not finished yet”!
I shook my head feebly as the binder stepped aside, his accomplice hauled me roughly onto my side.
“She’s all yours mate, I’m going for a beer”.
He was leering down at me, his eyes roamed up & down my bound body. The vibrator was still in position but now that I was on my side I had a moment of relief until…..
Pulling my panties down he slipped the tiny bullet inside me before laying behind me. He reached down & fumbled with my bound hands, clumsily closing my fingers around his hardening cock. Shuffling tight in behind me he cupped a hand over my pussy & began working me with hard circular motions.
I worried he was going to push the tiny vibrator up inside me, I was soaking wet. I could feel its shiny metallic body popping in & out of me as he ground his fingers against my clit.
He has rock hard & throbbing, thrusting his hips against me as he worked furiously on me. I was already building towards another orgasm. I was losing control again. With one hand cupping his balls & the other working his solid shaft. I could feel the moisture at his tip through his jeans. I could feel his thighs spasm as I massaged him & wriggled my bum back into him.
“Come you fucking whore”! He hissed, sucking at my neck, pinching my earlobe with his teeth.
I worked him harder & harder, running my thumb across the tip of his cock. I knew he was close to orgasm, he was pounding hard against me. My hands slapped against my bum-cheeks. Forming a tunnel with my fingers I let him do the work for me, fucking my grip until he let out a groan of pleasure. As the slime oozed through his jeans I circled his tip making him jerk violently. He rolled onto his back panting & sweating. He had lasted a matter of minutes.
The distraction had caused him to neglect me. The vibrator had slipped out of me & was buzzing next to me. With sudden realisation he had something important to do he almost leapt his he knees & started to untie my legs. Once they were free he rolled me onto my bound arms, pinning my legs apart. He stared down at me.
“Don’t panic, we ain’t rapists. Besides it’s always good to keep them beggin’ for it! All your teasing got us both thinking. We’re setting up as professional kidnappers. I bet there’s plenty of little sluts just like you looking for a bit of kidnapping fun & you’re our practice run. Now lay back & relax while I squeeze another one out of you”.
Settling between my thighs pinning my legs wide apart he picked up the vibrator & got to work.
The sensation was overwhelming. My moans of pleasure became rhythmic, the sign I was close. My breathing turned into shallow gulps or air, my body froze as I neared my orgasm.
As he pressed the tip of the vibrator deeper into my clit hood he reached up & clawed the ball from my mouth. I took a lung full of air in preparation & the words spewed from my lips;
“Make me cum, make me cum”!
Then….without warning….he stopped. He pulled the vibrator away & knelt over my quivering bound form.
“Well fuck me, little Miss Tease is begging for it now”!
He climbed off the bed & paraded around me, hands on hips & a look of absolute satisfaction on his face.
“How’s the old saying go? Treat em mean, keep em keen, yeh that’s it.
Drunk on the moment of tight bondage, near orgasm & my fantasy almost being fulfilled I couldn’t help but spat out my demands.
“You bastard, make me cum, please finish me off. You’ve had you fun with me. You can’t leave me like this”!
I was still on the verge of orgasm even without his help. I rolled on to my side pressing my thighs together & start to grind my wet lips against each other.
“Oh no you don’t”!
He grabbed my ankles, rolled me on to my back & held me, legs apart & with all his weight he layed my thighs. I was helpless. My pussy tingled as the cool air of the room wafted across my soaking wet pussy.
“Get off me you oaf”.
He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. As he lit up he looked at me grinning.
“Oh yeh there’s another old saying, always keep em wanting more”!
I felt the waves of pleasure drifting away. He had deprived me of the moment I had craved since I started this crazy adventure & I found myself hating him with every aching bone in my body.
Just as he finished the last drag on his cigarette I heard the door. His partner had returned.
“Haha, you two looked fucked. Have a good time”?
I flashed a glare at him before returning my gaze at the ceiling.
“Ooooh someone looked pissed off. Have you been upsetting our little toy”?
“Just piss off the both of you. You’ve had your fun now untie me & let me go home”. I hissed.
The smoker hopped off the bed & stood with his accomplice. They stared down at me contemplating what to do next.
“What do you think, shall we untie her”?
The anger & frustration was rising in me by the second.
“Just stop. I’ve had enough now. Untie me & fuck off”.
“She’s a feisty little fucker. I thought you two would be an item by the time I got back. Oh hang on, you didn’t let her finish did you. You utter bastard, that’s just fucking mean”!
The hideous pair were beaming at each other, happy with their nights work. The ultimate insult was when they gave each other a “high five”.
“You’re a fucking star mate. That’s hilarious. What shall we do with her now”?
My heart missed a beat. However horrible the pair had been to me I had at least felt safe that all they wanted to do was tease. What had they planned? Were they going to spoil what had actually been a wonderful experience by harming me, covering their tracks?
I could feel my lips tremble.
“Oh please, I won’t tell anyone I promise. Just let me go home”.
It was the word “home” that did it. I suddenly realised just how helpless, bound & alone I was with two complete strangers. I give them credit to this day that for the first time they realised I was actually terrified. The smoker sat beside me. His response couldn’t have been more perfect. To this day I am convinced these guys had done this to other girls in the past. He ran his fingers through my hair.
“Hey, calm down hunny. We don’t hurt girls we make dreams come true but there’s always a price to pay for teasing”.
It suddenly dawned on me that the whole adventure had been rehearsed with almost military precision.
They were both over me now working as a pair as they untied me until I laid untied in my lingerie. Was this it, was this the end of my adventure? Apart from being denied my ultimate orgasm I hoped it was. I wasn’t entirely sure. They stood over me & gave me my orders.
“Get dressed & be quick”.
I did as I was told. All I wanted was to make it end. I satisfied myself that I had come through what could have been a terrible experience but had in fact played out one of my ultimate sexual fantasies. I did as I was told. Now fully clothed in the slutty, tight outfit I found myself standing before them feeling like I did the first time I was caught kissing a boyfriend on the doorstep of my parent’s home.
This time the smoker headed for the door.
“You can tie her up this time, I need a breather. I’ll lock you both in there’s no point trying any funny stuff”.
The door shut behind, I heard the key rattle in the lock & his footsteps faded away down the corridor.
“Oh no please don’t, not again. Just let me go. Haven’t you had enough fun with me already”?
He walked towards me.
“Come on, you heard what he said, no funny stuff”.
He pulled me close, I could feel he was aroused. Maybe I could appeal to his better nature. I put up little resistance but pushed my hips forward against his growing man-hood.
He loosened his grip & began to grind against me. I was determined to win this guy over, exploiting his aroused state. It was time to raise the bar. Unlike his friend, this guy hadn’t felt my hand on his cock.
“I thought you were supposed to be tying me up you bad boy”! I stared deep into his eyes as I slowly moved my hand towards his now throbbing member.
There, you see. How could I do this to you with my hands tied”?
His cock throbbed as I massaged him, turning him against the wall.
“You obviously don’t need to tie me up hunny to get hard”!
He frowned. Torn between what he knew what he should do & sacrificing the sensation of my advances. I was slowly taking control of my captor.
Grinding against him I took his hands & pulled them behind me.
“Does that feel nice hunny? I love a man’s hands on my bottom. Why do you think I wore my tightest, shiniest skirt”?
His hands slid up & down over the taught slippery fabric, squeezing my contours on every stroke.
I stared seductively into his eyes but he looked distracted. He knew he was becoming drunk with my seduction. He shook his head & pushed me away.
“That’s enough just shut up, Jesus you’re a fucking nightmare”!
He was shaking his head his hands raked through his hair as he tried to clear his head of my advances. He was angry with me & his own weakness. As he picked up the tape & rope I knew I’d failed. He looked embarrassed now, avoiding eye contact as he peeled off a length of tape.
“Let’s just get this done & let me shut your prick teasing mouth”.
He pushed me roughly against the wall. His hand on my throat as he packed my mouth with cloth & taped it in place before roping my wrists together behind me.
I was insulted. This lout had resisted my advances. How dare he! I almost had respect for his resilience.
He led me to the chair.
“Now sit down & hold still”.
As he secured my ankles to the chair his friend returned.
“Is that as far as you’ve got”?
“Yeh I got a bit distracted. Let’s just get her tied & get out of here”!
It took a second to register but if I had heard him correctly they were going to tie me up & leave me!
“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH”!!!!
I glared at the pair as one of them approached, a long rope in his hand.
“Here’s how it is girl. We’re giving you a chance. It’s a slim one but a chance all the same”.
As he talked he started to wrap the rope around me.
“You’re going to be tied up with one length of rope so if you struggle hard enough you may have a chance of getting free”.
How could they do this to me? I started to struggle harder as more rope was wrapped around me.
Around & around, pinning my arms firmly to my sides.
I tried to fight but it was hopeless, the rope was pulled tight on every coil.
“You’ve got about four hours before the cleaners arrive so you’d better struggle harder that that”!
He looped the rope around the back of the chair & continued to bind me. It may have been one single length of rope but it seemed to go on forever. Any movement I had was being supressed as more & more coils were added.
“Go on then, struggle you fucking little bitch”!
I glared at him & did as I was told. In response he pulled even tighter.
With my upper body heavily bound he began to work his way down the length of my body.
“This’ll stop you wriggling the cute arse”!
I was totally immobilized from my shoulders to my ankles. The chair creaked as I strained against the ropes.
At last he had come to the end of the rope & secured it to the chair.
The pair stood over me grinning.
“Nice job mate. I’d like to stick around to see her squirm”.
They turned & headed for the door.
“Oh yeh, one thing before we go”.
“This should teach you not to play fucking games. In future don’t expect to be a prick tease without getting in trouble”.
With this they left, leaving the door wide open behind them.
I watched them as they disappeared along the corridor. Surely they weren’t going to leave me here! I strained to hear their footsteps but they were distant now & they faded away the realisation hit me & I started to struggle harder than I had all night!
It was utterly hopeless. It seemed the more I struggled the tighter the ropes became!
I lost all track of time. All I know is that I fought hard until my body ached. The ropes cut into me & pinched every time I moved.
I tried everything, pulling & twisting with everything I had left in me to trying to relax & slowly ease the bonds lose with small subtle movements of my body but nothing seemed to work.
To this day I have no idea when it happened. My first emotion was utter horror then blind panic! At some point during my struggles I had fallen asleep. I have no idea for how long. It could have been for a matter of seconds, much, much worse it could have been hours!
I desperately resumed my struggles.
Then, my worst nightmares became a reality. Footsteps approached.
This was ridiculous. I’d brought all this on myself & now I was going to pay the price.
As the footsteps approached I prepared myself. Then, as the figures came into a view a wave of relief flooded through me.
My captors stood in the doorway.
“Did you really think we’d leave you like this”? They started to untie me. My heavily bound arms fizzed as the blood rushed back.
“We’re not all bad love, just happy to give you something to remember”.
The smoker cupped my head in his hands a look of genuine concern in his eyes. “You alright love”? I nodded, my lips visibly smile back at him through my gag.
“You’re a lovely girl but be careful in future. That was a dangerous game you played. You’re just lucky you chose us to have some fun”.
The final ropes fell away & I peeled the gag from my mouth.
“I don’t know if I should punch you or kiss you”!
I rubbed the rope marks on my wrists.
“You sure you’re OK love”? Again that look of concern. I felt totally safe with these guys. They had totally fulfilled my fantasy & I loved them both.
“I’m more than fine, you’re both wonderful”.
It was getting light as we emerged from the library.
“Take care love & trust us, your kinky adventure is our little secret”. I kissed them both on the cheek & waved goodbye as they jumped into their van.
“Seeya around Princess”.
“Maybe I will….if ever I need another bondage fix”!
The End.
Topic: Late night Library fantasy (complete) by Miss Trussed (Read 27832 times)
