It's the late afternoon on a weekday, a time of day you've learned is very slow for the public library you like to cloister yourself away in. It's rare for anyone to come in, even rarer for them to make it any further than the returns desk. You find a book that seems interesting and start to flip through the pages as you walk, more interested in gathering random facts to share with friends than starting anything long since you already had a book checked out from earlier in the week.
You turn the corner into the private nook you usually read in, making a beeline for one of the bean bag chairs in the corner without even looking up. You make it a few steps past the wall when a hand clasps tightly over your mouth. Another hand wraps around your throat as a large body presses firmly against your back.
"Hey, sweetheart," I growl. I grab the book of your hand. "I know how much you wanted to read about... farm-raising sturgeon... but I have a better idea for how we could spend this time. Does that sound fun?"
I force you to nod your head as I toss your book over to the bean bags. I let you look up at me for the first time, your cute, terrified locking onto mine. You know exactly what we're going to do. You feel how hard it is against your ass.
"Now, I'm gonna let go and you're going to stay here and stay quiet. If you don't, this will be a lot less fun for you. Do you understand?"
I let you nod your head unassisted this time.
I let go and turn you around to face me. You think about running or screaming. I see your eyes flickering behind me, trying to calculate if you can make it past me in time. I give you a knowing look: knowing that you couldn't.
I unbuckle my belt and quietly unzip my pants. My rock-hard cock flops out, its length nearly bridging the gap between us to smear a bead of pre-cum on your belly.
"I'm gonna give you one chance to lube this up as much as you want before it goes in your ass. You get to decide how tightly I'll be squeezing your throat to stop you from screaming. Ok?"
Your heart skips a beat. You'd never done anal and my cock is huge, as thick as your wrist as some points. On the other hand, it was a relief since you're not on birth control. You spend all your free time alone in a library, so it felt like a waste of money.
You get on your knees. The carpet feels rough on your exposed skin. You wish you hadn't worn shorts. You try to figure out where to start, nervously kissing the tip before wrapping your lips around it. I grab the back of your head, not moving yet, just establishing control. You look up at me while you start to bob on the head. You look adorable. You softly, slowly move up and down, barely able to fit even the first two inches into your mouth.
I thrust forward harder, holding the back of your head steady as I force more of myself into your throat. Your jaw stretches as you gag and sputter. You look bad up through blurry vision, your tears welling up and spilling down your cheeks as I push further and further. I'm able to get almost halfway in before I truly hit a wall. You look so cute with your face turning red and your makeup running as you push and struggle against my thighs. I pump in and out a few more times before I finally let you breathe.
You reel back and fall onto your ass, your legs spread as your chest heaves and you try desperately to hold onto consciousness. I push the advantage, forcing myself into the space between your legs and pinning you down onto your back. I waste no time in pulling your shorts to the side and notching myself at your entrance. I cover your mouth as your eyes widen again. I'm not lining up with your ass.
"Shhhhh..." I coo reassuringly as I press my way in slowly. You're so wet that there's barely any resistance to it despite my size. "See, it feels good, doesn't it? You love this, don't you? Just let instinct take over, baby, this is what this hole is for."
I get a little more than a third of the way in before I speed up, slamming myself down to the hilt in one thrust. Your whole body goes rigid. It stopped feeling good for you, it only burns now. You try to whimper through my hand, but I'm barely paying attention to you. At best, I'm enjoying the tears streaming down your face. I don't care, you're just a toy to me now.
I start to move, speeding up until I'm at full speed. I lean further over you, dropping my hand down to your throat to crush your airway. You only have enough air to produce weak moans as I pound against your cervix repeatedly. Your body shakes with every thrust, your back and shoulders rub against the carpet with every shake. But you ignore those, the sensation in your pussy is starting to feel good again. Really good.
"Aren't you glad I chose this hole instead of your ass, now?"
Your oxygen-deprived brain struggles to process to question. After a few seconds of lusted eye contact, you let out a squeaky whine accompanied by a panicked nod.
"Your face is a beautiful shade of red, darling. You look so needy, like you need it bad. Do you need it?"
Your vision is getting blurry again, maybe darker. You don't understand my question. But you feel like you do. You're close. You need it. You want to cum so bad.
"Just cum for me, princess. Clench that stupid cunt on my cock and I'll give you everything you need!" I grip your throat tighter.
As you feel the last of your brain cells starve, you finally cum. Your body tenses, your back arches, your legs shake violently. You hump towards my hips, desperately trying to hold onto the feeling for as long as you can. Your pussy clamps down on me, trying to milk every drop out of my balls. Your body wants it more than your brain. It needs it, too.
I bottom out, tip kissing your womb as my balls tighten up and empty themselves into you. You feel each rope punch into you, a warm blast firing as deep as it can and filling you up.
My second hand surges up and wraps around your throat. I grit my teeth and keep pounding into you. You gasp for air as I flood your soaking pussy more and more. It still hasn't stopped by the time you black out.
You wake up feeling sore all over. Your mouth is dry and coppery and you have a terrible headache. You reach a hand down to your shorts and feel how wet they are. Your thighs, too. You struggle to sit up and remember where you are. Who you are. Some aspect of you feels like it's going to always stay labeled as "rapebait toy" in your mind.
Then you see it. On the table is a folded notecard and a bottle of water from the vending machine. The notecard has two lines of text on it. One is a long website link labeled "video" and below that is a message:
"See you next time, sweetheart <3"
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