Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2001 18:57:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Linda the Librarian Part 6 {Jenna}(F/f bd reluc)[6!_]

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with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be
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Chapter Six


Stacy dropped Linda off at home and told her she'd be seeing her soon.

Linda ran into her house and dove on her bed. Her face buried in her
pillow, she cried and cried. How could she have let things get so out of
control so quickly? She sobbed as she contemplated her fate.

For her whole life up to that point, Linda had been in control of her own
life. Granted Linda'd never been very assertive and always been rather
passive, but she'd always been in control. She'd managed to raise her only
child, a niece, without any trouble. She'd made a good life for the two of
them while they lived together and always tried to model good behavior.

Now that she'd subjected herself to such horrid behavior under the force of
a young teenage girl, she wondered what kind of example she really did set
for her niece? Had she inadvertently taught her niece to be passive and
submissive, too? Linda cried and sobbed some more. She silently prayed that
her efforts to raise a good Catholic girl had paid off for the recent
college graduate and that she wouldn't turn out like her.

The thought that Linda was submissive made her angry. She squeezed her
pillow in clenched fists and punched her bed. She didn't want to be
submissive and under the control of someone else, not to mention a damn
teenager. It just wasn't right. She was a grown adult and had successfully
run her life until just a few days earlier.

And then, it was only after a few risky moments and some personal sexual
transgressions that her life seemingly changed forever. Linda felt her
anger brewing inside. She clenched her teeth as she pictured herself being
forced to strip in a public restroom and perform deviant sexual acts in
front of AND ON complete strangers. Her temperature rose as she struggled
with what to do.

Linda sat up on the side of her bed and stewed. What could she do? What
COULD she do?

She certainly didn't want to go to work tomorrow, so she picked up the
phone to call in sick. As she dialed, a plan was formulating in her head.

When the library staff picked up Linda said, "Uh, hello. Hi, Susan, this is
Linda. Susan, I had a slight emergency come up and I'm going to take next
week as vacation. Will you and Tanny be able to handle it while I'm gone?
Great. See you when I return."

Linda hadn't taken a real vacation in over two years and she had lots of
vacation time saved up. She breathed a sigh of relief and tried to
relax. She stood up and stretched.

Her mind cleared, Linda knew what she had to do. She had to get control
back in life. Admittedly, she hadn't had that much sexual experience in her
life and didn't really know a lot. Except for the one indiscretion with a
young man when she was in college, she hadn't done much else.

Until her recent desires manifested themselves, Linda simply did not have
much desire for sex. She COULD be honest with herself and admit that she
actually did enjoy some of what Stacy had forced her to do, but it was the
fact the she HAD to do them that is what made her not like it.

Linda decided right then and there that she didn't care what happened to
her legally, but she was NOT going to be controlled by a minor child. She
had faith that the justice system would prevail and vindicate her of any
wrongdoing. Linda felt her back straighten and she sat up.

It was Stacy and her two friends that would be punished, not her. But Linda
wasn't so sure she wanted to entrust their punishment to the judicial
system. She was so angry she was steaming. Her clenched jaw offset as she
pierced her lips tightly when she decided to take matters into her own
hands.

"Those mean little bitches want perverted sex? I'll give them perverted sex
alright, but under MY terms!" she said aloud to herself.

With that Linda the librarian, skilled in research and data collection,
flipped on her computer and logged onto the Internet. She shut herself into
her home and didn't answer the phone or go outside. She lost herself in her
research.

For the next week, Linda learned as much as she could about sex, sex acts,
sexual behavior, erotic zones, turn on's and turn off's, sexual aids,
devices and toys. At the conclusion of the week, she felt prepared for
battle.

That Saturday night, she snuck out of her house and drove to the sleazy
part of town where all the sex shops were and bought all kinds of
stuff. She giddily loaded them in her car, took them home and practiced
with them before she dropped them off at the library after hours.

Monday finally came and Linda could hardly wait to go to work. She chuckled
to herself at that statement, "go to work". She snickered as she applied
the last of her lipstick.

Dressed smartly in her usual 'librarian' garb on top of some special things
underneath, Linda practically skipped to work. Her heart thumped with
anticipation as she opened the library and went inside.

She walked directly to the back of the library, the high ceilings limiting
any sound as she made her way. Her four-inch pumps, the only indication
that her attire was different, clacked quietly on the tile floor.

As her staff arrived and they exchanged pleasantries and information, Linda
learned that Stacy had been in nearly everyday looking for her. Linda had a
sly smile grace her poofy lips as she purred, "Oh really?" She felt her
nipples surge to hardness as her anticipation grew.

Linda stayed where she could keep an eye on the front door. Her heart
skipped a beat when the tall wooden door slowly pushed open and she saw
Stacy walk in. Their eyes met almost immediately and Linda felt a sudden
surge of uneasiness when Stacy's expression began to scowl.

She could do this, Linda kept telling herself over and over, as she kicked
her plan into play. Linda turned away from the youthful tormentor and
started to walk to the back of the library occasionally glancing over her
shoulder to make sure the teenager was following her.

Linda finally got to the study booth, way in the back, neatly isolated from
prying eyes and like the Black Widow spider, she stepped inside and looked
back for her prey.

Stacy was growing angrier and angrier at having to follow the librarian so
far. She didn't like playing games and she was determined, more than ever
now, to humiliate the librarian in public again. "She shouldn't have been
gone for so long, either," Stacy mumbled to herself as she approached the
study booth where she saw Linda sneak into.

Stacy noticed the shade was drawn on the booth window, the light was out
and the door was ajar. Angrily and impatiently she questioned herself,
"What's going on?" as she pushed in the door and stepped inside.

"O-O-O-O-W-W-W-W!" Stacy howled as her hair was grabbed and her face pushed
onto the desk, as the door slammed shut behind her.

"So, you wanna play rough, HUH?" snarled an angry Linda, pushing the teen's
face onto the desk in the small booth, effectively bending her over the
chair. "Well, I've got just the thing for you, little girl!"

"WAIT! STOP, PLEASE!" cried a suddenly afraid Stacy as she pawed at the air
behind her.

Stacy struggled as the obviously stronger and taller woman pushed her face
on the desk. A bolt of FEAR shot up her spine when she felt a cold metal
object click onto her wrist and pull her arm behind her back! Her white
cotton blouse was stretched to the limit and the buttons strained against
her breasts. She tried kicking behind her but never hit a thing. She wanted
to cry when she felt Ms. Stanton grab her other wrist after releasing her
hair and handcuffing her hands behind her back. Stacy gasped for air as the
chair pressed into her diaphragm.

Stacy screamed, "AAAAHHHH, STOP!" when she felt her panties being yanked
down from under her short red mini skirt. Her legs flailed helplessly as
her panties trapped her knees together.

Linda knew she had her young tormentor under control now. She grabbed her
arms, stood her up and turned her around to face her. Linda could sense
Stacy's fear by the blubbery sniveling sounds she made as she pushed the
teenager against the wall and flicked on the light.

Stacy's long brunette hair was a mess and hung disheveled-like in her
face. She was pressed against the wall squeezing her knees together, her
arms handcuffed behind her back. Her tiny white cotton button up blouse was
partially pulled from the waistband of her mini skirt and her long white
tube socks were pushed at different heights. She cowered as the taller,
stronger, ANGRIER Ms. Stanton held her against the wall with one hand and
glared into her eyes.

"W-what do you want?" sniveled the now fearful Stacy, her heart pounding
with anxiety in her chest.

"What do I want?" chuckled a sarcastic Linda with an evil laugh, "What do I
want?" she repeated. "I want your ASS!" she emphasized. "But before I take
what's rightfully mine, I need to teach you a little lesson first. A lesson
about respecting your elders."

With that, Linda twisted the youngster around and pushed the whimpering
child over the chair back and onto the desk again. "Are you ready for your
first lesson?" Linda growled, not waiting for an answer.

SMACK! Linda spanked Stacy's bare ass with her hand.

"O-O-O-O-O-W-W-W-W-W-W!" screamed a startled Stacy, as her ass cheeks leapt
on fire.

"You've been a bad little girl. Haven't you, little Stacy Ann?" Linda
teased as she raised her hand again.

SMACK!

"O-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w," howled Stacy again as her ass heated up in the form of
a handprint. How did Ms. Stanton know her middle name?

SMACK!

"O-o-o-o-w-w-w-w," Stacy jumped as Ms. Stanton's hand stung her ass
again. This one didn't seem to hurt as much as the first one and Stacy
thought her ass was just getting numb.

SMACK! SMACK!

"O-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w!" Stacy began to cry as her ass burned and stung. She
could feel her ass cheeks swell in reaction.

"Yes," said Linda plainly and matter-of-factly, "You've been a bad little
girl, haven't you?" This time Linda waited for a reply. But when one didn't
come:

SMACK!

"I said 'haven't you'"

"Y-e-e-e-e-s-s-s-s-s-s!" cried Stacy not knowing she should have replied,
"y-e-e-e-e-s-s-s-s," now sobbing, "I've been a bad little girl!"

Linda reached down and violently grabbed the girls hair on the back of her
head and snarled, "You're gonna tell me who those other two girls are,
aren't you?"

As Linda's body pressed down on hers, Stacy became truly afraid and her
heart thumped wildly. She'd promised the other girls she wouldn't tell who
they were. They're mother was a prominent figure in the community and they
didn't want to risk any sort of scandal. Stacy sniffed back some tears and
pleaded in a soft apologetic tone, "I-I can't tell you."

Shaking Stacy's hair and pressing her face hard against the desktop, Linda
threatened, "You WILL tell me, you hear me you little bitch? Or I'll split
you open like a cord of wood."

Stacy's face hurt from being smashed against the hardwood desktop and she
grimaced in pain and whined, "P-please, I-I can't tell you, p-l-e-a-s-e!"

"Fine. Have it your way then," Linda released Stacy's hair and stepped
back.  Stacy, heart pounding and afraid to breathe, glanced out of the
corner of her eye at Ms. Stanton. She saw her unbuttoning the front of her
long dress and slowly peel it open. Stacy gasped when she saw Ms. Stanton
wore a black leather corset that barely fit under her large breasts and fit
just above her pussy.

"Get ready my little sweet. I'm gonna tear you open." Linda murmured.

Stacy didn't know what to think. Things had turned around so quickly. How
did that happen? Ms. Stanton was supposed to be afraid, not her. "You'd
better not, or...or," Stacy warned.

"Or what?" offered Linda.

"Or I'll TELL!" insisted Stacy, hoping to regain the upper hand.

Laughing out loud, tossing her head back as she mocked the young teen,
Linda scoffed, "Go ahead and tell. Believe me when I say this, YOU will be
the one who pays, not me. And your payment will start today!"

Stacy sucked air when she felt her panties jerked to her ankles and then
off her feet. She felt Ms. Stanton press against her ass as she leaned over
her backside and reached for her head.

Linda took Stacy's panties and stretched them around her face, jamming them
into her mouth and tying them behind her head. The young girl struggled and
snorted air through her nose as she gagged on her own taste.

Stacy struggled to free herself from her bonds as she felt Ms. Stanton's
hands reach around her and grab her blouse. She choked when she felt it
ripped open and pulled back onto her back and twisted around her wrists.

Linda could feel her wetness growing as she heated up. She was executing
her plan to the 'T' and she enjoyed it more than even SHE imagined. She had
the young tart at her mercy and would make her pay for indiscretions. She
reached around Stacy again and pulled her bra cups off her breasts and let
the girl's modest sized tits hang freely.

She heard Stacy grunt when she pinched her nipples the way that the "Sex
Doctor" had written in her book. That worked so well that Linda used both
hands to pinch the teenager's nipples simultaneously eliciting involuntary
moans from the young tart.

Stacy's pussy reacted to the repeated pinches on her nipples and began to
secrete fluid. As much as she didn't want it too, she was powerless to stop
it. Her body betrayed her at the worst possible time! Her eyes rolled
around in her head whenever her pussy twitched. She snorted air through her
nose as her temperature rose.

Linda continued to torture the hapless teen until she heard her gasping for
air. She stepped back, reached into her bag and pulled out a strap-on
dildo. She affixed the rubber appendage to her hips with the thick leather
straps. She grabbed the latex cock in her hand and felt its thickness. She
couldn't even close her hand around the shaft and she shivered with devious
delight.

Stacy felt her skirt tossed on her back and she whimpered with fear. Not
able to speak because of her panty gag, she was unable to express her
displeasure.

Linda leaned into the helpless young girl and placed the thick black dildo
on the girl's back. She took Stacy's arms by the elbows and told her, "Feel
what I've got for you," she purred, "Go ahead, feel it."

Stacy reached back and placed her hands on the thick fake penis and felt
her eyes widen at its thickness. She knew there was no way that that thing
would fit inside her. As Ms. Stanton stood behind her, she could feel the
woman's leg on her thigh. The point of the dildo stretched nearly to her
waist!

"Since you refuse to tell who the other girls are," Linda began in slow
tortuous tone, "then I'll give you the privilege of guiding my friend into
whichever hole you want."

Stacy whimpered with fear and wriggled on the chair, unable to free
herself. She started to cry as the knobby black tube slowly slid down her
back. She groped at it in a vain attempt to keep it away from her privates,
but it was to no avail.

Linda grabbed the young teeny by her hair and reefed back on her head,
forcing her to arch her back. She could hear Stacy snort for air as her
panties choked her.

Stacy's neck craned backward and she grimaced in pain as Linda applied
constant pressure to her hair. Drool formed at the sides of her mouth as
her panties soaked with saliva. She whimpered more when she heard
Ms. Stanton say, "Go ahead, slut, pick your hole or I will."

Stacy, still holding the head of the mammoth penis, couldn't decide how she
wanted to be tortured. If she picked her pussy, she thought she may never
have children, if she picked her ass, she wondered if she could even
stretch that wide. Her palms, drenched with sweat, almost dropped the
rubber bat-sized cock.

Stacy shaking uncontrollably, her time running out tensed with fear when
she heard Ms. Stanton say, "Too late."

She winced and squeezed her buttocks together when she felt the tip of the
giant penis come to rest on her tiny rosebud. She puffed air through her
nose, her nostrils flared under pressure. She wanted to cry as tears were
forced into her eyes by the extreme pressure placed on her tiny anus. She
tried to scream into her panty gag but it came as a muffled,
"u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h-h!"

Linda leaned into the teen, pushing the dry tip of the can sized dildo
against her tiny anus. She guided the monstrous tube with both hands as she
bore her full weight against the device.

Stacy screamed and squirmed, "u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h!" as the dry
jelly-like cock began to spread her anus. She tensed hard,
"u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h" squeezing her whole body into one tight mass. She
groaned loudly, "U-U-U-G-G-G-H-H!" as, despite her best efforts to impede
the forced intrusion, the rubber Johnson kept spreading her anus wider and
wider.

Linda kept leaning into the young girl, pushing her hips forward as hard as
she could. She admired Stacy's resistance to her efforts and took devious
pleasure by not telling her just to 'relax'. Hearing the young girl grunt
and scream with pain as she forced her friend inside her gave her that
deviant sense of satisfaction. No more would this child ever bother her
again. She was making sure of that. Sweat formed dripped down her back as
the physical effort of ramming the bat-like phallic into Stacy's tight
little ass was taking its toll.

Stacy, too, was sweating. Her sweat, however, was from resistance instead
of pressure. The dry rubber tool felt like it was tearing her in half and
dragging her skin inside. She screamed in pain, "U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h,"
until the head finally pushed past her sphincter and thumped around the
penis' head. She panted repeatedly and felt herself relax just a little.

Linda felt the device enter her cavity too and continued to push. She
pulled up on Stacy's hair and snarled, "Ready to tell me now?"

Stacy knew that this wasn't worth the secrecy she promised her friends. She
eagerly nodded her head as best she could while under the taught grasp of
the librarian. Tears rolling down her cheeks, not from crying, so much as
from pain pooled on the desktop below. A condensation ring wafted in and
out of existence on the glossy desktop as the heated Stacy panted
breathlessly.

"Good," Linda said and she stopped pushing on the massive dildo, now just
inside the tight little ass hole. "Who are they?" she asked as she roughly
grabbed the panties and without untying them, pulled them out of Stacy's
mouth.

Stacy sniffled and weakly said, "I-It w-was Kelly and her...her little
sister Barbara," and she broke down and cried.

Linda didn't like the fact the Kelly, her confidant had told people about
their little rendezvous and got angry. Nor did she think that after what
Stacy did too her in the mall last week she deserved to get off this
easy. She thought for a brief moment and then told Stacy, "Now that wasn't
so hard was it?"

Stacy shuddered under the pressure of the immense dildo stuck partway into
her ass and stammered, "n-no." She froze at the words Ms. Stanton spoke
next, as she reached up and forced the panty gag back into her mouth.

"Well we've come this far, sweetie, we may as well finish it out. Besides,
you need to learn your lesson for the day, remember?" Linda jammed her hips
forward thrusting the giant penis another three inches into the tiny teens'
ass evoking a painful groan from the frightened teen.

"U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h!"

"Respect your elders," Linda reminded her as she continued to push the
dildo deeper into the resistant hole. She pushed and pushed and pushed and
watched the cylinder disappear farther and farther into the teen's tiny
ass.

All Stacy could do was groan as the dry shafted probe continued its
relentless trek.

When Linda bottomed out after successfully pushing all twelve inches into
the girl, she leaned forward and whispered; "Ready?" and she reversed the
process by pulling back on her hips and pushing on Stacy's hips with her
hands. The straps around her hips strained with pressure as she slowly
withdrew the long thick shaft.

Stacy felt her insides coming out and grunted in pain,
"U-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h!" Her fists clenched tightly made her knuckles turn
white as the librarian steadily withdrew more and more of the massive
cock. It felt like she was taking the biggest shit in the world, as her
colon contracted around the retracting object.

Stacy thought the painful episode was just about over as the head neared
her sphincter when it suddenly stopped and changed direction again. She
tensed as the probe re-entered her for a second time. This time it didn't
feel so painful. There was just enough moisture from the combination of
sweat and bodily fluid to lubricate the device so it slid more easily.

Linda noticed the lessened resistance too and pushed a little harder
causing the dildo to push in quicker. When her hips impacted the girls'
thighs and buttocks she reversed direction and started the process over
again.

Time and again, Linda pushed in and withdrew the monstrous object in and
out, in and out of Stacy's widening ass hole. Each new intrusion became
easier and easier. Stacy wasn't protesting anymore either. She simply lay
across the desk and moaned, "o-o-o-h-h-h-h," each time the huge cock
re-entered her.

Linda stepped up the pace with each stroke. She was working hard pushing
such a large object into such a tight hole, but things were lubricated well
enough now that Stacy had begun to relax more.

Stacy had gotten used to the size of the dildo pressing in and out, in and
out of her anus. As sick as it was, she found she was actually starting to
like the sensation of the massive log. Her hands pinned behind her back as
she sucked on her own panties, combined with the intensity in her ass was
bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

Her panting now was caused from enjoyment rather than pain and Stacy liked
the feeling of her breasts being smashed on the desktop and rolling forward
and back with each long stroke. Stacy's temperature was rising at a
tremendous rate as she felt the liquid wall build within her.

When Linda began ramming the dildo in and out of the young teen's ass like
a dog humping a leg, Stacy couldn't take it anymore and released the gush
of girl cum pent up inside with a loud guttural,
"U-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h-h!" partially muffled by her panties.

Linda continued to drive the rubber cylinder in and out, in and out as the
tiny teen's ass constricted around the rubber mass.

When the teen stopped moaning and her body stopped convulsing, Linda pulled
the dildo from Stacy's ass with a 'plop'. She leaned into the girl and
whispered in her ear, "Go ahead you little slut, tell somebody, I dare
you!"

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