Library

Casey chose the library, thinking that it would be the least populated of the choices, especially at this time of day. She sighed heavily, know that even so, her tormentor was going to come up with some perverted way to humiliate and **** her. If this kept up, soon nasty stories would be floating around town about her, and they might possibly get back to her parents.

“Library.” She said with resignation.

“Alright, that’s fine. Leave the school uniform on it’s sexy. But lose the panties. Understand?” Her tormentor’s mind was filled by visions of Casey’s torment.

Without saying a word Casey slipped her panties down her slim, toned legs to the floor, and stepped out of them. Her panties were wet, and her scent filled the room. Absently she pulled up the white, Lycra knee socks she was wearing, and stood up.

“Put those soaking panties in your purse, you can bring them along. And get your ass over to the library.” The man barked.

Casey was out the door, and drove the short distance to the public library. A part of her could hardly wait to do whatever the voice told her to. The other tried to come up with some sort of plan so she could get herself out of this. He taunted her on the way to the library by saying if he saw any good sized dogs maybe he have her …she’d pulled the ear piece out at that moment putting it in a few moments later, saying she’d had to scratch her ear and that it wouldn’t happen again. This had to stop!

She opened the door to her car, and a cool breeze wafted under her skirt and over her damp pussy. She quickly pushed her hand between her legs to keep the skirt from exposing her vagina for the whole parking lot to see. As she strode towards the entrance, she looked to she who was around, there were seven cars in the parking lot, and five bikes in the rack. She pushed open the door, and walked inside.

“Let’s see what fun there’s to had here.” The voice said.

“Go up to the circulation desk, and see who’s there.” He ordered. She walked to the desk and saw a slim attractive blonde woman with her hair up in a bun, and black framed glasses on her pretty face. She appeared to be in her early twenties. She wore a white blouse much like Casey’s and a grey wool skirt. Her blouse was much more filled out, as Casey guessed the she wore a 38c sized bra. The name tag pinned to her blouse said Gayle. A few feet away from her a man in his late fifties, in a navy blazer was putting books in a cart. He was bald and paunchy, with a large nose, and a pale complexion. His name tag indicated his name was Karl.

“Take your pick, sweetie. We’er gonna have some fun with one of them, and I don’t much care which one.” The ear piece bleated.

Casey blushed, not even knowing what was going to happen except of course that she’d end up humiliated, on display. She walked slowly to the desk and cleared her throat. " Pardon me…….