All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
Please check the story tags if there are erotic genres you find distasteful and prefer to avoid. I like to cover a lot of ground, sometimes.
WARNING: This story describes non-consensual intercourse. In real life, the events described would be immoral, and, in most places, illegal.
Hot Library Babe
Tales of The Young Magician - Ch. 1
The Young Magician was kicking it in the school library one afternoon with his friend, Bill, when TYM mentioned, just in passing, that he was the World's Greatest Magician.
Bill looked at TYM for a good long time before he said, "The World's Greatest Magician, is it?"
TYM nodded serenely.
"Well, then," said Bill, taking his feet off the library table and leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. "What say you prove it, old buddy?"
TYM spread his hands in a magnanimous gesture and said, "What would you like most in all the world? Anything at all."
Bill regarded his friend for another long moment, then leaned back in his chair again. "Anything at all, huh?" He looked around the library as if searching for inspiration, then his gaze settled, and he pointed discreetly.
TYM turned his head with equal discretion and breathed, "Ahhh ... you want to fuck Hot Library Babe."
Bill grinned, nodded and said, "Too hard for you?"
TYM grinned back and said, "No, my friend. I can definitely do this thing for you."
Bill's grin vanished, and he said, "Bullshit. You think you can get
me
in bed with Hot Library Babe?"
TYM shrugged and said, "Maybe not 'in bed,' but I can definitely arrange for you to get your dick inside of her."
"You're on, buddy," said Bill.
"And then you'll admit that I'm The World's Greatest Magician?"
"If you can make it so
I
get to fuck
her
," Bill said, "I'll admit that you're God Almighty."
"The World's Greatest Magician is good enough for me," said TYM, and they shook on the deal.
After a long moment, Bill said, "What now?"
"Well," said TYM, "We'll need some supplies. Meet me back here this time tomorrow."
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The next afternoon, Bill and TYM met at the library once again. TYM carried a backpack. He whispered a few instructions to his friend, handed him the backpack, and the two of them headed to different parts of the library. Bill went into the stacks, and TYM returned to the table they had occupied the day before.
No more than ten minutes later, TYM was evidently completely engrossed in a book about theosophy when, in his very well-developed peripheral vision, he noted HLB heading into the stacks with a reshelving cart. He sent a text to Bill, and, after a few seconds, followed her.
He worked his way through the stacks on a parallel path to hers until they came to a relatively unfrequented part of the library stacks. TYM knew that HLB would have to reshelve some books from this section because he had taken those books to his table the previous day, before his conversation with Bill.
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Hot Library Babe--whose real name was Tanya--pushed the reshelving cart between the aisles of books. This was the part of the job she loved: all the old books, full of forgotten knowledge, the musty smell, the privacy.
There had been precious little of
that
for her over the past three weeks since school had started, thanks to these "totally awesome" boobs she'd grown over the summer. No, Tanya now lived in the land of leers and sneers: leers from the guys, sneers from the girls.
She pulled the cart to a stop and, taking a book from it, reached up to replace it on the top shelf. Suddenly, a dozen or more books fell from the shelf in front of her and thumped to the floor. Startled, Tanya jumped back a pace. Had she somehow knocked them off?
"Ah, sorry," came a boy's deep voice. Tanya peered through the shelf to the other side where a guy stood, a sheepish expression on his face. It was that cute guy who had been looking at all the interesting books about magic and ancient religions she had come back here to reshelve. "I must have bumped into the shelf," he said. He looked at it, perplexed. "Sorry," he said again. "Hi."
Tanya took in his broad shoulders, his curly hair, his melting brown eyes, and said, "Hi."
The boy took a step closer to the shelf that separated them. She looked up at him.
"You want to see a magic trick?" he asked.
She regarded him. He
had
been reading books about magic.
"Sure," she said, stepping closer to the shelf that separated them.
The boy reached through the shelf, one hand on either side of the shelf divider. "Give me your hands," he said, his voice like chocolate.
Tanya put her hands in his. They were very warm, like he was wearing invisible heated gloves. Then she
... ... ...
"What?" she said.
"I said, 'can you get out?'" the boy repeated.
Tanya looked at her hands. Her index fingers were in a Chinese finger trap, like they pass out to kids at parties. "Oh," she said, smiling, "Good one. I was all ready for you to make an elephant disappear."
... ... ...
"What?" she said.
"I said, 'can you escape?'" the boy repeated.
Tanya looked at her hands. All her fingers, and her thumbs, were in Chinese finger traps. She tugged at them. They were all stuck fast. She laughed. "Very funny, but I need to pick up all these books. Can you let me go?"
"You have to escape," said the boy, his brown eyes turning a bit stern.
She pulled at her fingers again. With
all
her fingers bound, she couldn't see a way to get
any
of them free. She stepped back, pulling against the shelf divider
... ... ...
"What?" she said.
"I said, 'be careful, you could pull this heavy shelf of books down on yourself, if you pull too hard that way.'"
Tanya pulled again, a little. Did the shelf seem to move a bit?
"Let me go," she said, looking up at his ... beautiful ... eyes.
"First," he said, drawing closer, "I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"In just a minute," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes, "my friend is going to unbutton your pants."
Tanya stared into the boy's eyes for a long moment, then she forced a laugh and said
... ... ...
"What?" she said.
"I said," said the boy, "when my friend starts taking down your pants, you're going to want to call out for help."
"My pants?"
"Yes," said the boy. "Your first instinct will be to scream."
"Scream?"
"Yes," said the boy. "He's going to rape you."
"
Rape
me?" she exclaimed. "You need to let me out of these right n...."
... ... ...
"What?" she said.
"I said," said the boy, "You should think twice about calling out for help."
"... why?"
"Because," he said, "if you call out for help, people will come running to help you."
"But ...."
"It won't take two seconds for my friend to pull your pants down," said the boy. "By the time anyone gets here to help you, we'll be long gone. But what will
they
see? All the people who come to help you. They'll see
you
, standing here with your fingers stuck in these kiddie toys and your pants down. They'll see your butt, won't they? Then, for the rest of your time in school, everyone will call you Bare Butt Girl."
Tanya considered this. Then, she felt someone behind her, reaching toward the front of her jeans. She started to turn her head
... ... ...
