One Librarian and Two Sadistic Bikers [MMF][Rough Sex][BDSM] [Forced Masturbation][Double Penetration][Anal Sex][Dub-Con]

Read on to find out what happens when two sadistic bikers walk into a library at closing time and take a liking to the sexy librarian…

Hound-dog came into my personal space, and stroked a finger gently down my sweat dampened cheek. “Get us our book and then we’ll have some more fun.”

Fun? I bit my lip to hold back the grouchy retort and I went to my new book ladder. I’d been so excited about it that morning, now when I looked I’d just remember that horrible whipping. I pushed it to where I needed it and climbed up to get the book off the highest shelf. When I turned to move back down, Jake blocked the way. He held out his hand for the book and I handed it over but he stayed put.

I didn’t like this one bit. They were toying with me now, trying to scare me. Unfortunately, they were succeeding.

Hound-dog tilted his head as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. He went all the way up, until his thumb slipped inside my wet pussy and wiggled around on an exploration of my insides. I pushed at his hand, but he didn’t pull away and as the muscles inside me tightened around his thumb and he grinned knowingly.

I was still very indignant though, and tried to turn away while resisting the urge to smack the big biker upside the head. I knew if I did that, I’d pay dearly. “Maybe you two can um…move out of the way?” I asked. When they stayed put, I added, “Please?”

“Spread your pussy open and show us your clit,” Jake said, his eyes focused between my thighs as he sucked my juices off his thumb.

I didn’t move a muscle and Hound-dog looked at Jake. “Should I have a go at her ass this time?” he asked, reaching behind me to pinch my welted ass.

I winced and shook my head, not wanting any more pain. Nonetheless, I didn’t want to spread myself open for them because it would be embarrassing. I didn’t seem to have a choice though, so as I stood high up on my new ladder, my shaky hand slid down my tummy until it reached the spot they were both staring at between my legs. I felt humiliated as I parted the moist folds of my pussy to expose my swollen clit to their gazes.

“Nice,” Jake said, then added, “I’ll have a taste of that later. Now sit your hot little ass on that top step.”

He reached around and smacked my ass, causing me to yelp and sit very quickly, just to get it out of his reach. The cold brass felt very nice on it, though. Hound-dog moved in close and grabbed my legs with his big hands, draping them over the decorative curves in the ladder’s handles. I bit m lip because now my pussy was very much on display as my legs were spread wide open.

“Don’t move,” Hound-dog said, pulling his belt out of it’s loops.

“No! Please!” I gasped, resisting the urge to dive off the ladder and run full speed out of the building, or at least try to.

They swiftly used their belts to strap my legs to the ladder, forcing them to stay parted. I frowned at how cleverly they’d done it, and thought if I had the chance, I’d throw their damn belts in the trash.

“Now, Jane, show us how you make yourself cum,” Hound-dog said, leaning against the shelf to wait. When I hesitated, the huge man smiled in a casual but scary way that probably no one else could pull off. “I’m sure there are a lot of other punishments we could come up with.”

“Okay, okay. I…I’ll do it,” I said, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. Slowly, I reached down and stroked myself just how I liked, going back and forth. It took a little longer than usual before I began to feel excited, but soon it began to swell. I dipped my finger inside my pussy, dragging my juices up over my clit and stroked it some more.

“Here, let me help,” Jake said, sliding his thick middle finger inside me, stroking me deep as I worked. I groaned in ecstasy, now very close to cumming.

Much to my dismay, just before I came, Jake pulled his finger out of my pussy grinned. “Now stop, Jane.”

My jaw dropped as my fingers reluctantly froze. I’d been so close and I didn’t want to stop. I hated to stop. However, it didn’t take long for that unrealized orgasm to fade away.

They untied my legs and Jake lifted me off the ladder like I weighed next to nothing. He had me over his shoulder again, headed toward the library’s reading area and tossed me roughly onto the couch. I nearly bounced off onto the floor, but his legs stopped me.

“Hope you’re ready for a nice double penetration,” he said, wiping the wet finger that was just inside me down my cheek, leaving a trail of moisture in it’s wake.

I knew that could feel good, however, I also remembered a few times when it had been more scary than pleasurable. I cringed as a vision of the rather brutal gang bang by possessed military men flashed through my head. I would never go back into that messed up game in a million years.

Still, I tried to forget the painful punishment I’d just endured and get back in the mood. The sight of Jake on the couch beside me with his cock at attention did it for me. I couldn’t resist the perfect specimen of manhood that was just waiting for me to impale myself on it.

Extremely excited, I eagerly straddled him and sheathed my wet vagina upon it. I slid down the length of him until it was fully inside me and rotated my hips, grinding on him. It felt so good swirling inside me that I dug my nails into his shoulders and groaned.

Hound-dog came in behind me and I felt his big body pressing into my back as he lowered himself down. “Spread your ass open and beg me to fuck it hard,” he said, his voice a growl in my ear. “Tell me how bad you want me to split you in half with my huge cock, and make it good.”

Jake smiled smugly up at me, waiting to hear me to beg for his friend to tear into my ass. Hound-dog stroked my anus with the head of his cock, and I felt his cum smearing on it. I knew it would hurt, but after that painful initial penetration, I hoped it would be mostly pleasure. The size of him worried me though. Even so, I’d had my ass stretched many times before, even once by a sadistic man with a blockish rectangular cock who held me underwater, chained me to a wall and tried to keep me as a sex slave.

I reached back and spread my ass open for him as I leaned forward on Jake. After getting up my nerve, I took a deep breath and let the embarrassing begging commence. “Please ram your giant cock into my ass. Shove it in hard and make it really hurt,” I said, hoping I was doing a good enough job, even though my voice just a whisper. “I…I really want you to…stretch my ass hole.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, his big body pushing forward, slowly driving his thick cock into me. It hurt as he forced it inside the tight unlubricated hole and it stretched wider. He groaned in pleasure and I gasped in pain, as I obediently held my cheeks spread for him even though it hurt like crazy. Jake moaned, too, as my pussy became tighter around his cock.

I felt the friction from their cocks when they began fucking me, starting out slowly. Having both of my holes filled at once hurt at first, but after a few of their long slow strokes, it was pure heaven…with a little bit of pain mixed in. My cries grew louder as Hound-dog began ramming into my ass harder.

Suddenly, he wasn’t going easy at all, and I was grunting loud with each thrust of his cock. As I sat on him, Jake was fucking me from below and grinding up into me. I winced as he pinched my nipples very hard then reached with his other hand to press and pinch at my clit.

All of the stimulation pushed me over the edge. I screamed and screamed while the ultimate orgasm ripped through my body. It went on as they kept fucking me.

Their thrusting suddenly grew much more violent and painful, jolting my body. Both of them moved their grips to my waist to hold me steady while they quickly became animalistic in their fucking. It was like a switch had been flipped and they’d been waiting for me to cum so they could do this.

The longer it went on, the more it all hurt. Even their fingers digging in were brutal as they pumped in and out of me harder than I’d ever been fucked before. Once again, my screams of delight, turned to screams of pain. I knew I’d be bruised and need days to recover after this sadistic pair were completely done with me.

I could tell when they were closer to their finish because they both pounded into me full out, using all of their strength. Hound dog had even moved to standing so that he could more thoroughly throw his weight into his thrusting.

They both came at the same time, groaning while filling me with cum. I felt their cocks pulse inside me and Hound-dog’s body leaned against my back. I whimpered as his hand went down to squeeze my welted ass.

“You guys are mean,” I said, thinking I much preferred video game sex. At least when shit like this happened in the games, I was fully healed when I went home. Now I’d be sore for days.

Jake chuckled and lifted me off him, laying me on the couch beside him. I shoved away from him and I curled into a ball, feeling shaky and exhausted. If it weren’t for my lecherous boss finding me there in the morning, I’d stay the night.

“You’re not done,” Jake said, nudging me out of my stupor.

Both men stood looking down at me, and I couldn’t help but glare up at them in return. My defiance caused Hound-dog to chuckle as he helpfully reached down and dragged me off the couch by my hair, until I was on my knees in front of them.

“Clean us off,” Jake said, crossing his arms over his chest. His look dared me to argue.

I almost told him to get a washcloth and do it himself, but I was too afraid of what would happen. So I did as he asked and licked his cock clean, all the while glaring up at him with obvious anger. He didn’t care for the attitude and glared down at me. When I realized that I pissed him off, I toned it down a notch. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my mouth off of his now clean cock, and shoved me roughly toward Hound-dog.

The huge man stroked my hair as I sucked him into my mouth, taking care of him, too. He nudged his friend, who still looked pissed as he fastened his belt. “I’m going to keep her,” Hound-Dog announced. “I haven’t gotten a chance to fuck those tits yet.”

Oh, shit! My eyes widened, and I backed up fast. His wet cock came out of my mouth with an audible pop. No way did I want to prolong my visit with these two. They were way too rough for the real world.

I shook my head and they ignored me. “No, you…you can’t just keep me,” I insisted, trying to get their attention.

My terror perked Hound-dog up, because he was now smiling. He shrugged. “The fuck I can’t. We caught you and that means you’re ours now. Get used to it.”

“Sounds good to me. I’d like to teach her some manners,” Jake said, tucking the library book in a pocket.

“No, I’m not going with you,” I blurted, causing their eyes to narrow. Obviously, they didn’t like to be told that they couldn’t do something, so I quickly reworded. “I mean…please don’t. I’ve got a son that needs me,” I told them.

They looked unimpressed as Hound-dog gathered my clothes. He threw them at me. “Get dressed, we’ve got a long ride ahead of us.”

I side-stepped toward the front desk, thinking of running. “I can’t go with you, I—” My words died abruptly when Jake unfastened his belt. How could I talk them out of this? It was ridiculous. They couldn’t just take a woman with them that didn’t want to go…could they?

I started dressing and even the delicate fabric of my skirt hurt as my ass. As I zipped it up, I noticed various fingerprint bruises forming on my body. Now I was giving second thoughts to my sexy lingerie, as I pulled on my thong and lace push-up bra. My hands shook as I attempted to fasten it and Jake brushed them away, taking over. He looked at my blouse, noting the missing buttons and tossed it aside. “Just wear my shirt,” he commanded, pulling his Harley tee off and handing it over.

I shivered at the sight of his ripped chest, the smattering of red hair just begging for my touch. He was a big guy, and his shirt hung to my thighs, but it was soft and smelled nice.

“And to think, I thought being a librarian was a nice, safe job,” I muttered, looking up at the two waiting men. I didn’t want to go with them and I was terrified. My mind raced to find a way out of my predicament.

They headed to the library’s exit, but I went to the front desk and grabbed my purse. I got my keys out, planning to lock the doors behind them when they left, while I stayed inside. Unfortunately, they waited for me, blowing my escape plan out of the water. I walked slower, hoping they’d head out the door, but they didn’t. They’d grown impatient by the time I reached them, and Hound-dog’s hand clamped down on my arm so tight that I whimpered. He dragged me out the door toward his motorcycle.

I dug my heels in. “Wait, wait! I need to lock up,” I said, rattling my keys.

Clearly annoyed, he walked me back and loomed over me as I locked up. He’d ruined my escape plan again and I glared at him. He grinned, like he knew what I’d planned. When the door was locked, he strolled to his bike very casually, dragging me along so easily it was like he didn’t even feel my struggles to pull away.

I didn’t know anything about motorcycles and had no idea what kind it was, but it was as huge and frightening…however, so was he. Jake started his motorcycle up, and the horrendously loud engine caused me to jump. I felt the vibrations through the ground, and in fact, I was surprised that it didn’t set off every car alarm in the area. That thought gave me an idea, and my thumb felt around on my key for my panic alarm.

“Get on, Jane,” Hound-dog yelled over the noise, letting go of me to throw a leg over his bike. It roared to life, adding more noise to freak me out even more.

I wasn’t sure how I’d do that with my skirt on and I really didn’t want to go with them. I was also worried about riding on a motorcycle, so I very nervously shook my head and backed up a step.

His eyes narrowed and I felt like I should yell my response so that he’d hear it. “Uh, librarians don’t ride motorcycles!” At the same time, I was absently taking a more steps backward. “I’ve never been on one! I don’t know how to do it!”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Not much to it. Just get behind me and hold on tight. You don’t want to fall off on the highway. That might hurt.”

My jaw dropped and I backed up further, now more frightened.

“What’s the hold up?” Jake called, looking between the two of us.

“Our new toy doesn’t know how to sit bitch on a bike,” Hound-dog explained.

I wasn’t sure what “new toy” and “sitting bitch on a bike” meant, but neither one sounded very nice. I looked up and down the street, hoping to see a police car arriving. They’d be able to get me out of this mess, but I didn’t think anyone else could.

My adrenaline was pumping and I wondered if I could make it to my car. “I don’t want to go. I have a kid at home. He’ll be worried,” I lied, knowing that Zack was at his dad’s for the weekend and he was nearly eighteen.

“Get over here. Now,” Hound-dog said, done playing around.

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