THE LIBRARY: Ave De Rapina Part Four

AVE DE RAPINA Part Four {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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She started to babble: stop, please, who are you, what do you want ... all that sort of thing, but it was wasted on the cunning gag and his pasted hand. His other hand left her mauled tit and shot under her panty.

Anne's pretty body tautened like a bow and she tried to haul herself away, but his claw-like fingers sunk into her silken soft tuft and hooked into her. She stiffened.

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THE LIBRARY: Ave De Rapina Part Three

AVE DE RAPINA Part Three {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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Anne's feet skittered on the floor. Her body twisted. But he would not let her go or stop slavering on her lips or squeezing her tits.

She tried to throw her head back, but his big hand on her head was like a vise. She tried to scream for help, but was stunned by the wet, useless sound which emerged. Her shoulders and arms spasmed, discovering her bondage. Beyond his horrid lips, she felt the thing deep in her mouth, holding down her tongue.

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THE LIBRARY: Ave De Rapina Part Two

AVE DE RAPINA Part Two {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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Her fingers clawed at his forearm, causing him to drop his hand from her chest to reclamp her waist. Her hands sprung off his arm to swing in the empty air. Her chest seemed to fill his vision as he rooted himself against the fridge. His eyes rose for a split second, seeing them both in the kitchen window's reflection above the sink.

Incredible: this beautiful young woman writhing against this dark, coiled steel shape, her silky hair flying, her tits bulging, her radiant face lost under a thick pad which adhered to her like a pulsing squid. It was like a slasher movie without the knife, only much much better.

He felt her writhe in his grip. He felt her back rub his chest. He felt her perfect, small, round, hard ass cheeks rub his groin. He felt himself getting hard.

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THE LIBRARY: Ave De Rapina Part One

AVE DE RAPINA Part One 
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He watched her as he had for weeks, months, years. Through the night vision glasses he saw her long, silky, chestnut hair bouncing in the wind around a lovely oval face. Eyes that shifted from verdant to violet. That smooth small chin. That straight nose. Those luscious lips over flawless white teeth. The exquisite throat. The elegant eyebrows. And a body that could not be denied, even in the sweater and long pleated skirt.
She didn't notice him. She never did, no matter whether she was at the greenhouse, in the library, or at church. No one did. He was just the man who tended the hedges, swept up after the services, or sat quietly in the reading room. He seemed to blend in with the falling autumn leaves in the late afternoon light of the quiet, winding, residential suburban street.
He had picked a perfect spot, as always, seemingly far removed from the simple colonial house where she lived with her parents, but with a clear view of the door and her window between several other houses, over two curves in the road, and beyond several grassy hills.
His car was nondescript with its windows mirrored from the outside. Everything was perfect. He saw to it. He had plenty of time to plan.

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THE LIBRARY: Trying Out The Conclusion At Last!

TRYING OUT Part Forty-One {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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“Oh, how you must feel,” the witch hissed as she cemented Claire’s lower face with ring after ring of flesh-swelling adhesive. “So close … twice!” She leaned down to give Holden’s prodigious breast a mean squeeze as the girl cringed miserably. “But no cigar, sweetie. You’re way too fuckable to get away.” Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 40

TRYING OUT Part Forty {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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Finally, triumphantly, she straightened to emit the scream of all screams.

A hogtied Gwen Hennessey lay weeping in the dirt as the deliveryman raped Claire Holden in the deepest, darkest part of the wood. Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 39

TRYING OUT Part Thirty-Nine {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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She concentrated on the fireman nearest her – a mere fifty feet away. He was concentrating on unraveling the hose, but, as she watched, his head began to rise, his eyes began to shift. In nanoseconds their eyes would lock….

Something wrapped around Claire Holden’s waist. Something curled across her head. Something forced her legs to go flying up in front of her. Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 38

TRYING OUT Part Thirty-Eight {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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Powered by fear, the girl wriggled through the opening, making a stupendous sight that no one ever saw: a beautiful, buxom little girl -- her ankles and wrists bound, her full mouth sealed with a tight, shining, bulging band of dull silver, wearing only high heel boots, a microminiskirt, a latex, nearly nonexistent bra, and opera gloves -- emerging from a hole in the motel’s back wall like a sexy, skinned snake.

She only took a second to get her bearings, then continued to roll away from the enflamed motel -- over the bumpy, crab-grassed yard toward a cove of trees. Again her instincts took over. Her mind registered the sound of running water, and she propelled herself toward it. Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 37

TRYING OUT Part Thirty-Seven {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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"Please!” the doorman said from outside. “Please be quiet. The occupant was adamant about quiet.”

“What the fuck do I care about the occupant?” the belligerent drunk retorted. “Occupant? Adamant? What kinda words are those? What kinda fruit are you anyway?”

Their silhouettes were on the drawn shades now. Claire’s lovely body trembled in panic, unable to decide what to do. She kept trying to scream, her eyes darting around the room. Try to lunge toward the window? Throw herself back on the bed and kick over the end table? Continue reading

THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 36

TRYING OUT Part Thirty-Six {CONTINUED FROM HERE}
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Claire screamed and screamed and screamed into the padding, her body warping on the fetid bed cover with each one. But it did almost no good. Her wrists were still lashed behind her, her ankles likewise cinched, and the band of ridiculously tight drainage tape wrapping her head held the shammy firm in her stuffed mouth. Continue reading