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| Super Mum V's The Librarian (Part 1) |
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 thecat writes "Jo sat at her workstation, staring at the email that had just come in. She had logged on to her secret browser, as her alter ego Super Mum, or Super M as people had become to call her, as a result of the SM emblazoned across her costumed chest; and now sat back, digesting the words before her.
‘It would be to your advantage to meet me at the Library tonight, before closing – I have vital information regarding the upcoming trial’
It was signed ‘A Friend’.
Jo ran her hands through her long straight blond hair, leaning back in to the high back chair. The upcoming Court case – her mind wandered back to Miss Brown and Miss Pearson, the two teachers who had captured her several weeks earlier. But for the fortuitous intervention of one of the pupils, who knew what would have become of her. Still, she mused, the tables had been turned, both women now languishing in the cells awaiting the trial which was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon – a trial that Jo, as Super Mum was to attend as the key witness.
“Still”, she spoke to herself, her eyes once again fixed on the screen before her, “If this ‘friend’ has more evidence against these two, it would make the trial an open and shut case”. She glanced at her watch; one hour until the Library closed.
“Best get ready”, she said, rising from her seat, switching the computer off.
Five minutes before the Library was due to close, Super M pushed open the double doors and stepped inside. An old couple stood to gape at her as she walked past them, her cape flowing behind her, doing little to hide the well toned, slim body beneath her skin tight catsuit, her boots making hardly a sound as she walked down the aisles of books, her eyes scanning the interior for signs of her informant.
With the old couple now having departed, the Library appeared deserted, except for the young librarian, sitting hunched over her desk, engrossed in the book before her. She hadn’t even given the heroine a second look as Jo had entered.
She surveyed more aisles, the musty smell of old books assaulting her senses, but the Library was empty. She glanced over to the desk, but noticed the young woman had disappeared, the chair vacated, the open book all but forgotten. She approached the desk, her irritation growing at the apparent waste of time, when her eyes fixed on the book. The pages were empty, no words, no pictures, nothing. She started flicking through, but every page was the same – completely blank. Her attention was then drawn to the display next to the desk. A large set, designed to resemble piles of books, with the centre piece, what appeared to be a large leather bound volume, standing just over head height. Above this, stretched across the set, was a banner announcing ‘National Book Week’.
She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her, didn’t see the woman approaching, a heavy edition of The Encyclopaedia Britannica clasped in her hands. She sensed, rather than heard, and began to turn, when the woman brought the book crashing down on to Jo’s head.
Her mind swam, her eyes glazing over from the impact, her body slumping on to the desk. Jo tried to raise herself, to gather her senses, but her attacker wasn’t about to let the upper hand escape her, once again bringing the book down hard on to the back of the heroine’s head. Her eyes rolled up in to her sockets, her body hitting the desktop hard, her arms motionless at her sides. As unconsciousness overtook her, Jo could hear distant laughter, mocking, leering.
Her attacker loomed over the unconscious woman, draped over the desk, her echoing laughter dissipating in the large deserted building. Her attention was then diverted to the book, still clutched reverently in her hands. She carefully examined the volume, as someone would an injured child, checking it for damage. She sighed with relief when all seemed well, the book remaining intact. She carefully placed it on the floor, her attention then becoming fully fixed on the unconscious woman before her.
“Not so super now eh”, she mocked, her words falling on deaf ears. She removed Jo’s cape and belt, but left her costume, boots and mask on, then reaching down, she grasped the taller woman, rolling Jo over, making sure she was out cold. Satisfied the heroine wasn’t going anywhere, she turned her attention to the display. Standing in front of the large volume, her hands reached over, finding the catch. With a resounding click, the front cover of the ‘book’ sprang open, her hands grasping it, before pulling it wide open to reveal its inner secrets.
“Welcome to your new home Super Bitch”, she mocked, “or should I say your new Tome”. She chuckled at her own joke, her eyes fixed on the lifeless form on the table top beside her. “A welcome guest of The Librarian”, she laughed louder this time.
The ‘book’ was an ingenious device, made by The Librarian solely for this purpose – the capture and imprisoning of Super Mum. The inside was constructed of solid steel, just the outer covering giving the appearance of leather bound hardback. On the back wall of the cage, were the manacles and straps that would soon be welcoming their new guest. The manacles were designed to lock around Jo’s neck, her elbows, wrists, thighs and ankles; the straps could be tightly secured around her forehead, chest, waist, and upper arms. Once all were in place, there would be no escape possible for the inhabitant. The Librarian also had other ‘devices’ at her disposal, to make Jo’s stay just that more uncomfortable, but first, it was time to acquaint the heroine with her new home.
Although Jo was taller than her captor, The Librarian easily picked her up, placing her against the far wall. Making sure Jo was in the correct position, she began the task of securing the heroine in to place. First came the manacles, each one locking in to place with a satisfying click. Next came the straps, The Librarian making sure each one was ultra tight.
As consciousness started to come back to her, Jo knew something was wrong. Her head was throbbing, but worse than that, she couldn’t move, not even her fingers responded. Her eyes slowly opened, squinting against the sudden on rush of light. Silhouetted against the light she could make out a small figure.
The Librarian, adorned in her new costume, stood and watched the stricken superheroine for minutes, until she saw her eyes flicker open. She stood before her, mocking her, until the heroines eyes fixed on her.
“Ahh, awake at last my dear. Thought I had done some serious damage with that last blow”, she leered.
Jo stared at the figure before her, able to see only her outline, positioned as she was against the incoming light. “Who..who are you? What..what do…do you want with me?” Jo could only whimper as she hadn’t fully regained her senses.
The figure before her moved out of the light, stepping closer to her. As she did, she revealed herself to Jo. She was attired in a head to toe skin tight suit, that appeared to move with the occupant, but more stranger was the actual appearance of the suit. It looked like pages from a book, the pages changing as the costume moved; from tip to toe, the suit was adorned in literal phrases.
“Who am I?” the figure spoke. “Well Super Mum, I am The Librarian. That is all you need to know. What do I want? Well, I have what I want, namely you”, she mocked, “well to more precise, you out of the way”. She watched as Jo struggled futilely against her bonds, her laughter gaining strength. She stepped forward until she was inches from her captive’s face, her body pressing against Jo’s, her hand straying to caress Jo’s breasts.
Feeling the unwanted touch, Jo screamed for help, but the words had no sooner left her lips, than she felt the huge rubber ball being thrust in to her mouth, her screams reduced to nothing more than muffled whimpers. Before she could try and dislodge the ball, a thick strip of transparent tape was powerfully pressed over her lips, sealing the ball deep within her mouth.
The Librarian stood back, her hands remaining on the heroine’s body, slowly caressing, enjoying her captives discomfort at her touch.
“Well now, let me explain”, she continued, her caresses gaining in strength, her hands grasping Jo’s breasts, pinching down hard as they found her nipples. Jo gave out a stifled cry from behind her gag, as the fingers continued to torture her breasts.
“Thanks to you, someone I admire, admire very much, is going on trial. Now, I hear as chief witness in this trial, your evidence is vital. Imagine then the outcome, if, for some reason, you fail to show. There won’t be a trial because there won’t be any evidence, just the twittering of an eight year old boy, and what jury in the world would condemn someone on that evidence”? Again she laughed. “Oh, and it’s amazing how easy it is to bribe an eight year old to say anything you want. So you see my dear, with you out of the way, the trial is a no show, and my friend and her accomplice get off”.
Her hands continued to work on Jo’s breasts, as she continued, “And I’m sure they both want to meet up with you again. I believe there is some unfinished business they have with you”. Once again, she leered at her captive, enjoying Jo’s discomfort, her helplessness.
The Librarian suddenly stopped her caressing and stood back. Reaching behind her, she produced Jo’s belt, holding it up inches from her face. “And without this there is no hope of you escaping until I release you, which”, she laughed, “Won’t be just yet”.
Jo struggled again, her mppghhing growing in volume, but that just made her captor laugh louder. “But I do have something for you to enjoy whilst you remain here”, she mocked, moving in close once again, removing the strap from Jo’s forehead, before producing a small leather hood. Jo’s eyes widened as she took in this new horror, her struggling again increasing, her pleads and whimpers growing steadily louder beneath the gag.
Grabbing the superheroine by the hair, The Librarian began to pull the hood down over her head, the material constricting around the woman’s face, Jo’s terrified eyes slowly covered by the contracting hood. Her head was soon totally covered by the hood, Jo couldn’t see or hear, and it also acted as another gag, further stifling any sound from the heroine’s mouth. With the hood now firmly in position, the forehead strap was once again strapped in place. Unable to see, Jo was unaware as The Librarian gathered the other devices, but she did feel them.
The nipple clamps pinched down hard, the material of her costume offering no resistance to the little clamps as they bit down cruelly on to the flesh. With the clamps in place, the vibrator was taped to Jo’s crutch.
Grinning, The Librarian stepped back, admiring her captive as she thrashed in her bondage, totally helpless. Soon the vibrator and clamps would reduce Super Mum to a quivering wreck, as she suffered orgasm after orgasm, locked tight in her prison.
The door to her prison was shut, locked securely, Jo’s cell once again returning to part of the set advertising National Book Week, sealing the stricken heroine within.
The Librarian stood outside listening intently, but no sound could be heard. Smiling to herself, she switched off the lights to the library, and locked the doors. Tomorrow she would be paying particular attention to the trial, and then it would be time for part two off her plan.
Sealed within her prison, the heroine known as Super Mum shivered as the first unwarranted orgasm wracked through her body, her screams silenced by the gags, her body held tightly by the steel and leather constraints. For her it was going to be a long twenty four hours.
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