Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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The construction workers across the street catcalled her again on the way to the library. She rolled her eyes. Her dark brown hair was whipped into a quick bun, she had on a white t-shirt, her favorite light brown cardigan, black jeans, and her thick black frames. It wasn't like her body was on display, but she still always grabbed attention whether she wanted it or not.
The library was an unimposing red brick building, old construction. It was the reason she had moved to this town, the previous librarian retired and a new one was needed. She had a lot of fresh student loans to pay off, so she took the job.
The old key grinds as it turns in the lock. She was still getting used to the feeling of being responsible for this whole place. Her first few weeks have been spent organizing misplaced books and unprocessed returns, the previous librarian had seemingly not kept up most of her duties while waiting for a replacement. As she deposits her tote bag and coffee cup on the big wooden librarian's desk, she decides it is time to tackle the final room in the back. A full bookshelf covers the door as if it is meant to be hidden.
The room is small with only a few short bookshelves. There are no windows and a musty smell hangs in the stagnant air, it is likely no one has entered this room in a very long time. Using the flashlight on her phone, she briefly glances over the rows of books. One book catches her eye immediately. Part of her college degree had dealt with ancient books and manuscripts and she could tell this book was
old
. It did not fit in with the rest. Cleaning up this room could wait, she immediately grabs the book and brings it back to the large desk to investigate.
*Ding-a-ling* the bell above the front door tinkles, indicating a customer has entered. She looks up and flashes a small greeting smile at a man, mid 30s, average build, short black hair. He is wearing a yellow tie. His polite smile in return lingers a bit too long for her comfort. Flustered, she takes a long sip of her coffee to fill the awkward space. He makes his way to the history section, and she turns back to her discovery.
The book is bound in dark leather. It has an interesting texture, almost as if it is embossed with throbbing veins running up and down the cover. She gingerly opens to the first page. The script looks like Latin, but it has some words that don't look familiar and she cannot place what civilization may have created it. She carefully turns a few more pages, being sure not to bend the paper. More of the unidentified writing occupies the righthand page, while the left has a very detailed illustration of a man's penis and testicles ejaculating a thick stream of semen directly into a woman's open mouth, a look of ecstasy on her face.
A surprised laugh escapes her lips. If it wasn't so clearly ancient, she would think this book was created as a joke. Hell, maybe it still was even if it was thousands of years old. Doing her best to recall her courses in Latin, she sounds out the large words at the top of the right page. Whispering them aloud, they feel thick in her mouth. She says them again and feels the phrase linger as it drips off the tip of her tongue. The air around her hums gently. She repeats the series of syllables with different enunciation, swishing them around in her mouth, trying to understand what she is experiencing.
"Aaagh..." her concentration is broken by a sound behind her.
Turning her head, she sees the man with the yellow tie. Or rather, she sees the pink tip of his throbbing penis inches from her face, close enough to see a dribble of precum. He has a vacant look on his face as he strokes himself, clearly about to climax.
"What the fuck!" She screams as she attempts to dodge out of the line of fire.
The first rope of cum erupts from his cock and connects with her right cheek and draws a line down to the center of her chin, bridging the gap of her peach-colored lips. The second burst misses her and lands on the illustration in the book. The third spurt lands on the shoulder of her light brown cardigan, remaining connected to the tip of his penis by a thin strand.
"W-what happened?" Says Yellow Tie, snapping out of a daze, blinking as if he had just awoken from a nap.
The scene before him registers and he quickly pulls his pants up and rushes out of the building, looking bewildered and frightened.
The librarian hurries to the bathroom, contorting her lips out like a duck to avoid the cable of semen entering her mouth. Breathing quickly through her nose, the musky chlorine smell of jizz fills her nostrils. She looks in the mirror at the thick rope of sticky sperm clinging to her face, then carefully wipes it off with a paper towel, checking to be sure she got it all. The semen on her shoulder has already soaked into the fabric creating a dark brown line.
She looks into her own eyes in the mirror, breathing slowly to calm herself. Her nipples are visibly hard under her shirt.
What the fuck had just happened? What is that strange book? Had it hummed with power when the man's semen had landed on it? And why does she feel strangely invigorated?
Her mind is swimming with questions.
The initial shock of being ejaculated on begins to wear off and the mystery of the book swallows her mind. It is a puzzle to solve. She closes up the library a few hours early and hunkers down to do some research undisturbed.
She gathers up an armful of reference books,
Classical Latin
,
Pagan Ritual Magic
