The Stacks

The last person just left for the night and Jane working by herself has to put the books back in the stacks. She wheels the cart to the elevator and presses the button for the third floor. As the doors close, she sees the main lights in the library go out.

They’re on a timer and the only light she’ll have are the security lights. She doesn’t mind, she loves to walk around the library when it’s empty and dark. Many nights she wanders the stacks in the dark, running her fingers along the books.

She reaches the third floor and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust after the full light of the elevator. Walking to the end of the aisles, she begins to put the books back, taking her time.As she gets about halfway done, she hears something drop a few aisles away.

“Hello, is anyone there?”, she calls out and stands there and listens. It must have just been her imagination. Continuing on, she methodically puts the books away.

As she enters the next aisle, she notices that the security light malfunctioning and flashing like a strobe light. It messes with her night vision and her eyes have trouble adjusting.

Walking down the aisle, she has to walk slower and pay closer attention to the books. As she reaches up to put a book on the top shelf, an arm reaches around her waist and a strong hand covers her mouth.

Jane tries to scream as she’s lifted off her feet. Struggling, she grabs at the arm around her trying to get away. She manages to squirm free and knocks the cart over, books spilling open everything. As she tries to run away, her foot slips on a book and those strong hands push her to the ground.

She lands on the pile of books and feels his body on top of her as she tries to crawl away. He straddles her back and presses his forearm against the back of her neck. Her face is pressed into the pages of an open book, the scent of an old book filling her nose.

As Jane continues to struggle, his arm slides around her neck and slowly starts to squeeze. Her head starts to spin as she struggles to breathe. Darkness creeps across her eyes as she loses consciousness.
Jane’s eyes open with a start, looking up into the flashing lights above. Naked on top of the books, she feels her arms and legs bound tightly at 45 degree angles. Feeling a presence near her in the darkness, she struggles and screams for someone to help her.

“Quiet”, a stern voice says.

Startled by the voice, she stops screaming and looks around to find him. She sees him off to the side as the light strobes above her. He’s naked, except for a mask over his face.

There’s fear in her as eyes as he moves closer to her. With the lights flashing, there are moments that she can’t see him and when she does, he’s closer.

On his knees at her side, he climbs on top of her. Jane feels his body just above hers; his breath against her neck, his legs between hers, his erection against her thighs.

She fights against the restraints as he presses his lips against her and roughly grabs her breast. Trying to say, “stop”, he forces his tongue inside her mouth. As he pushes his tongue deeper, she closes her eyes tightly, praying that this is a just a dream.

“Open your eyes”, he says.

There’s something about his voice, she can’t help but obey his commands. She opens her eyes and finds him looking at her with an intense stare.

Despite her fear, she can’t look away. She feels his cock start to slide inside her as his gaze penetrates her soul.

When he pushes himself deep inside her, the fear returns and she starts to struggle. He takes this opportunity to push himself deeper and harder.

He grunts as he thrusts against her struggling body, faster and faster.

“Please stop”, she whispers.

“I said to be quiet”
His hand reaches around her throat as he pounds into her harder and faster. The room starts to spin as the blood flow to Jane’s brain is restricted. He releases her neck just enough to keep her awake, keeping her on the verge of unconsciousness as he continues to fuck her.

Suddenly he gives one last hard thrust and she feels his cum filling her up, she feels his hand tighten around her throat cutting off her oxygen as well. The last thing Jane feels before blacking out is his cock throbbing inside her.

As dawn breaks through the windows, Jane rolls over and wakes up on the floor. She’s no longer restrained and all of her clothes are on. The books are back on the cart, waiting for her to put them away. When she stands up to get the cart, she stops in her tracks at what else she sees on the cart.

A single red rose.

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