Keep going; it's only a few buttons.

Marian swallows, nods, and looks down to fumble with the buttons. With three open, her blouse lapels spread over the V of her sweater and a hint of cleavage shows. The man has her bend forward, left hand on her knees, right raised to her ruby lips in the classic shush pose. She can feel her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

He licks his lips as Katie takes picture after picture of the cheesy pose. "You're doing great... but it's time to move this along. Back up against those shelves, and get down on your knees." The librarian does as instructed; he pushes books aside to give her feet room on the bottom shelf behind her. Butt on her heels, she sits up straight with her shoulder blades against a middle shelf. "Now, grab the lapels of your sweater... and rip that fucker apart!"

She scowls at the command; destroying perfectly good clothes is not in her nature. Still, knowing the alternative, she tugs as hard as she can. After a moment of watching the sweater not tearing, he sighs, and approaches with a knife. Seeing her fear, he laughs. "This isn't to hurt you; I'd have already done that if I wanted to. Just helping you get started..." He cuts a shallow slit down the V of her sweater, then steps back. "Continue..." She tugs again, and the fabric rips loudly. "Look straight ahead... you're Supergirl, shedding your disguise!" A last determined tug, and the front of the sweater separates completely.

She pulls it off her shoulders and starts to withdraw her arms from the sleeves, but the man shakes his head. "Leave it there. Now, unbutton your blouse the rest of the way, slowly... Very good, I didn't even have to remind you to use the 'tortured innocence' look!"

The opening blouse reveals that Marian's deep blush is spreading past her throat. As she continues, a pale blue underwire bra appears, breasts straining against it. After what seems an eternity of opening buttons with shaking hands, the blouse is fully open. "Off the shoulders... good... NOW, take off the rest of the sweater... and the blouse..." The discarded garments drape haphazardly down the shelves. Kneeling in just a bra, she shivers and starts to cover her chest with her arms.

"Not so fast. I want you to hold those lovely melons in your hands. Offer them to the camera... we got that?" Katie gives a thumbs up, still looking through the camera. "OK, you can hug yourself for a moment if you like." Marian wraps her arms around her chest, and rubs hands up and down her upper arms for warmth, while the man digs in the bag. He talks to her over his shoulder. "You're doing great. I'm guessing you'd like to stop losing clothes now, though?"

"Yes... please, haven't you done enough?"
"Of the picture taking? Yeah, we're good there. But you still owe us for interrupting our fun earlier. So now, it's funtime for you..." He rises and approaches, showing her that in one hand he has handcuffs, and in the other he has -- she's not sure what. It looks like a belt, but it also has a huge, curved, black protuberance. He stands over her, and asks...