Fucked in the library

"Hey, Tanya," Phil called out as Tanya neared. She tried to walk past into class, scrambling for her headphones. Phil put his arm across her way.

"Stop."

Tanya stopped. The other boys loomed very large around her. She was suddenly very self-conscious of her black mini, skirting the fingers of the boys, and the plunging cleavage of her red v-neck.

"What are you listening to?" Phil asked and plucked the earbuds right off her. He put them in briefly and frowned. "I have to say your taste in music sucks."

Tanya's self-consciousness grew higher as she felt her pussy getting wet. Her treasonous, slutty hole craved more cum, just as Phil had programmed her. Crap.

Phil leaned in closer. "I know a better song for you -- it's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes."

The other boys chortled.

Fuck! Here, in the hallway!?

"Are you insane?" Tanya asked, pulling on her top.

"Wait, wait. I'm just saying, hypothetically."

Tanya stopped, leaving her top half-pulled to the underside of her boobs.

"In fact, let's make sure you don't accidentally embarass yourself with that iPod of yours. Give it to Karim."

"Sweet. Weed money."

Tanya glared and gave her iPod away.

"And now, just agree with everything we say to the teacher."

Midriff very bare, Tanya walked into class with the boys.

"Ms. Nguyen," Phil asks, "Could my group use the period to do research for our term project on medieval salic law in the library?"

"What?" Ms. Nguyen was pretty out of it. "Oh, yes. Good to see students showing academic initiative. Tanya, are you in Phil's group now?"

"Yes, she is," Phil cut in.

"Yeah, I am."

"Good, good. Go now."

The boys herded their plaything down to the empty library and pushed her in. Tanya was trapped, her only way out blocked by her looming captors, the windows frosted, the lone security camera never watched except by that lone guard that liked to hang around girls' locker room. Since the school district downsized the librarians, the library was on the honour system, the students policing themselves.

And, right now, the students were policing Tanya. They were policing her along the cold metal stacks, the reading couches, the filing cabinets, the photocopier, and the library computers. Worst of all, she could feel her programmed womb get wet for more cum.