Library Lover

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For consenting adults with lots of pre-arranged understanding, role-play is lots of fun.   The Basement does not, however, condone rape in any form, and we do not condone non-consensual sex, or sex with minors, or drug-use,  in any way.

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Library Lover

The university library is open until midnight during the week.  I love to study late there, it's so quiet, and the tall, floor to ceiling windows surrounding the third floor let in the night.  Over an hour can go by where I don't see anyone.

One night, while wandering through the abandoned stacks, browsing book titles, the lights go out.  I've stayed too late, and the aide forgot I was up here, I think.   Carefully I'm making my way across the darkened library when I hear a muffled sound.  A door closing, or a footfall.  The aide?  

"Hello? Please don't lock up, there's someone here still."  No answer.   My heartbeat picks up, as does my pace. 

A few steps from the table where I left my books and backpack and cell phone, a strong arm wraps around my waist, and a large hand clamps over my mouth.  As my attacker drags me deeper into the dark library, I kick and squirm, and even though he is just my height, he is much stronger than I am. 

Rape prevention tactics parade through my mind: Some attackers like women to scream and fight, others are frightened away by it.  Which kind is mine?

Finally he stops, having pulled me to the center of the library.  9ft walls of books flank us, and the scant light coming in the windows doesn't reach this deep.  I can see only shadows and darker shadows.  He releases my mouth, spins me around, and slams me backward against the books.  I scream. 

He presses a hard forearm against my throat, and the sound cuts off.  "Don't do that again.  Don't do anything.  I don't want to hurt you, but I will if that's what it takes.  Understand?"  I nod.  He removes his forearm, and I can breathe again.   He lifts  my arms above my head, and grasps both my wrists in one strong hand.  His free hand then begins to explore my body.  He strokes and pets my breasts through my T-shirt.  Then he reaches up under my shirt and deftly undoes the front hook on my bra. 

For long minutes he cups and squeezes and gently pinches my breasts.  Maybe he won't hurt me, I hope.  He stops, and then abruptly slams his mouth onto mine.   This kiss is harder, hotter, and more brutal than anything I've experienced, anything I've imagined; it is in itself a rape.  Finally he surrenders my lips, leaving me breathless and trembling.  My fear is subsiding, being replaced with something I  won't acknowledge as desire, something I'm afraid to call lust.    He releases my wrists, and pulls my shirt up over my head, catching my bra and tossing that aside too.  He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him.   At the same time he lifts me and steps forward.  I'm trapped between him and the book filled shelves, my legs around his waist.  He dips his head toward my chest, and I feel his lips on my left nipple.  He draws me deep into his mouth, grazing my breast with his teeth, encircling my hardened nipple with his tongue.  Despite myself, I thread my fingers into his hair, holding him against me.  Contentedly he suckles me, moving from one breast to the other.  I moan, and he laughs, and our sounds echo across the empty library. Someone should come along soon, I think.  A custodian or a security guard, someone.  Then what?  Will they rescue me, or shoot us out, thinking we're a couple engaged in consensual sex?  Or....and this thought sends another wave of illicit heat through me.will they watch and listen, aroused by the sight of an anonymous man forcing himself on a young woman?  

He leaves my breasts, and kisses a path up my neck.  My head falls back, and I arch against him.  I want this.  I want to be taken, I want to be conquered, and I want to know, just once, what it feels like to belong to a man.   Abruptly, he drops me.  My naked back scrapes along the shelves and me head bangs painfully against the books.  This change in behavior squelches my desire.  What is he doing?  Sprawled inelegantly on the floor, I look up at him.  He looms above me, dark, mysterious, threatening. "Strip," he commands.  He tone brooks no defiance. 

I climb to my knees to stand, when he shoves a foot against me and pushes me back to the floor.  " I didn't tell you to get up.  Now strip!" Spurred on by his sudden violence and the threat in his voice, I unzip my jeans and shove them off.   With only a momentary hesitation, I slip my moist panties  off as well.    Slowly he kneels down, and I can feel his eyes on me.  It's dark, he can't be able to see much, and yet I know his eyes are raking over my body.  They're sliding over my breasts, down my belly and boring into my pussy. 

I think about my phone.  He might be bigger, but I'm quick, I could probably make it.  I crawl backward, slowly.  He crawls forward. "Going somewhere?" he asks.   I try to flip over onto my knees, but I slip on the carpet, and he's on me.  He pins me on my back, and works himself between my legs.  I lay beneath him, fuming, defeated.

"Look if you're going to rape me, get on with it, I've got things to do."

"As you wish."  His voice is deep, and menacing, and damned erotic.    I expect him to undo his pants, but he slides back onto his knees, and lifts my legs onto his shoulders.  Oh God, oh Christ no, not that!  Frantically I buck and pull. 

He slaps a bare butt cheek, hard.  Tears sting my eyes.

"Please don't make me do that again.   I'm hungry, I need to eat."

I whimper, but relax as much as possible.   He cups my ass cheeks and lifts me to his mouth.  He rubs his closed lips over mine. "Mmmmm.you are going to taste so good.  You smell so inviting, so delicious.."  He bites me, tiny nips with his front teeth.  A rush of desire wets me, loosens my body.  The change in my attitude evidently pleases him.  He dips his tongue between my lips and teases my clit. 

"Ohhhh.please.oh don't." I moan.

"But you want me to, don't you?"  He licks me, deep and wide, from my cunt to my clit. A shudder ripples through me. 

"Noooo..I want, I don't want.mmmmmm." He chuckles. 

"That's what I thought."  Something between a snarl and a groan rumbles in his chest.  Then, he attacks me.  His teeth, his tongue, his lips, taste and tease me.  I can't stand it.  I scream and twist and arch my pussy against his ferocious mouth, desperate for his attack. And again, he drops me.

"Nooooo.please.take me.. finish.me.ohhh." I hear a zipper and the rustle of fabric.  His naked body slides up mine.  He nuzzles my neck as his hard cock probes its destination.  I wrap my arms around his neck and let my legs fall wide.  

"Fuck me, rape me, anything, just please don't stop," I whisper.

"Never, " he promises, biting my earlobe.  "You are mine, to do with as I please, for as long as I please." 

He kisses me, and as his tongue slips between my lips, his cock enters me.  The dual penetrations, both so deep and so wanted, drive me into mindless ecstasy.  I suck on his tongue and wrap my legs around his waist, a willing participant in my own rape.  He drives mercilessly into me, building us both toward fulfillment.  He cries out, and stiffens, releasing himself into me as I scream and grind my hips against him, a rush of fluid sliding out of my shuddering cunt. 

We lie there for a minute, quiet.

Lost in carnal delierium, I'm only barely aware of it when he leaves me.  I hear him dressing, but when I open my eyes, I am alone.