Back to work

Engrossed in the story unfolding inside the book, it wasn't long before you again reached the end of the page. Your long serpentine tongue flicked out, wetting a finger with a thin coating of saliva you used to turn to the next. The orgy of sex had eventually come to an end, the release of corruptive eneregies had suffused not only the demon sluts but the library and its contents as well.

Your current reading material, Romeo and Juliet, had an entire new act. Following their descent to Hell and a meeting with Lilith. "Oh Romeo, oh Romeo." Mouthing the words as she thrust her massive sincubus cock anally into her transforming lover. Between your thighs, you could feel the fabric of the panties strain against the hardening erection. Had you bothered to look, you could see a visible bulge forming in your debauched approximation of your old librarian's uniform.

Not to say you hadn't needed to do some work on your own. For the children's books and play area, you had entrusted Julia to refurbish the section for an entirely different kind of adult play. Her twisted and abusive mindset perfect for what you intend to add. No such issues in the multimedia section, the collection of films, games and music making an easy transition with titles like 'Sweet Cum by Ariana Grande' and the ever-popular triple-X rated superhero blockbuster 'Wonder Shemale'. While the formerly prim and proper Felicity had eagerly volunteered to go to the adult store to pick up some toys. Running late you mused and turned the page. How naughty. How disobedient.

All that was missing now were the library-goers. Even with all time spent imprinting the new hierarchy and shaping their pussies to perfectly envelop your shaft, there was still some time before opening.

Putting away the Shakespearean masterpiece and adjusting the entirely cosmetic glasses sitting on your nose, you fired up the program used to keep track of everything. Making a few quick adjustments to the scheduled events, focusing on the workshops, book-talks and signings coming up in the next few days. The tab for late returns also occupied your attention. The list of names and addresses along with the titles for the borrowed books, gnawing at the edge of your mind.

You remembered each time you had to tell a diligent library-goer the title they were looking for was still out and not able to make any promises on when they would be returned. The crestfallen look on their face making you feel powerless and guilty for not being able to help. Frustration and anger you never had an outlet for before boiled to the surface. If your coworkers had made your time at work feel like shit, these thieves had shoved your face in it. But there was something else, these books were part of the library and without them this den of corruption could never reach its full potential.

It was something that one of your slaves could easily handle, but delivering a deep-throated lesson in discipline and proper conduct to few of them also had its merits.

Ain't no rest for the wicked.