Chapter 1
She walked into the aisle, frustrated. She had to do this report on
the Salem Witch Trials for history class, and was aggravated on not finding
anything definitive. Josie knew she should have come last week before all the
others came, now she was left looking over the leftover books, most of which
were weak in material or just glanced over the Inquisition. She worked her way
down to the back of the aisle and saw the rear door. She knew there was a door
there, but just never actually laid eyes on it. In faded gold lettering, it
said 'Department 5,History of Medieval Europe'
'Odd,' she thought, 'always figured it was the rear exit.' She tried
the doorknob, but it was locked. With a sigh she pushed the door to turn away,
when it creaked open slightly. With a glance around, she quickly ducked into
the room. It was dark and thick with dust. She groped around the wall, but
found no lightswitch. She then slowly walked into the room reaching up and out
in front of her. Her left hand touched a string, and she grabbed and pulled.
She squinted in the brightness, adjusting her eyes to the light. Stepping
back, she closed the door, then looked around the room.
The room was filled with old books and documents, all yellowed and
cracked. Most of the books looked like they haven't been touched in several
years, by the amount of dust on them. She scanned the binding titles, and
slowly worked her way around the room. In the far left corner, on the third
shelf from the top, she found was she hoped she was looking for. 'The Salem
Witch Trials, The Methods of Finding the Truth'. Quickly she reached for it,
and immediately pulled her hand back, when she felt a burning shock rush through
her. Passing it off as static electricity, she again reached for it, and this
time pulled it off the shelf without any surprises.
The book was covered in old leather, reddish in color, with maroon
grains. The leather seemed to be in remarkable shape for its apparant age. In
black ink, or actually a deep dark red color, the title was impressed into the
leather, in Old English Text. The pages were edged in an ivory color.
Carefully opening it, she studied the cover page. Under the title it read,
'This is a comprehensive collection of historical facts, and was written as such
however some of the methods of torture and questioning contained herein may be
unsuitable for some. The details are extremely graphic in nature, including some
sexual rape, bondage, whipping, caning, and other forms of restaints or
punishment. This collection may be extremely offensive, so those who are
adverse to such descriptions should not read the information contained within
this manual. '
As Josie read this paragragh, her groin grew warm and moist, and to her
surprise, her deep curiosity pulled her to continue reading. She began reading
the first chapter and quickly felt her heart race, she found her hand wandering
down to her groin. Snapping herself out of her trance she closed the book, and
slipped it into her backpack, without a second thought. She wanted this book.
She needed this book.
She slipped out into the main library, and pulled a couple other
historical books off the shelf nearest her, barely reading the titles. She
casually, she hoped, walked up to the main desk, putting the books down, and
fished out her library card. The woman librarian approached, took up the books
to scan them, and her card. She punched a few keys into the computer, then
handed the card back to Josie. She glanced at Josie's backpack with a curious
look, but then she turned away with a wave and a smile. Josie wondered if
perhaps she knew. Without pausing to reflect on it, she headed for the exit.
With a bounce in her step, she headed down the stairs, with a warm feeling
inside, a fuzzy feeling of happiness, almost intoxicating in its effects.
Josie wasn't a thief, by any means, and she was almost curious as to why
she stole the book, but any thought of returning it, was quickly banished from
her mind. Her interest in erotic stories began soon after she first masturbated
when she saw a horror flick in which a naked woman was tied down, fondled and
mutilated by a sadistic doctor. That was two years ago, when she was 14. That
episode in her life brought an erotic interest into her life, and wasn't sure
what to do with it. She had had a boyfriend, of sorts, but they never had a
sexual relationship. She wanted to be sure of what and how she wanted her sex
to be. Now however, with this new book, a new wave of euphoria blew through
her. She had seen and read other stories of sex, but found they barely
brought her to orgasm. The feelings within her now, with this book, brought
back memories of that incredible time watching that horror, and she wanted those
feelings again. Quickening her pace she hurried home.
Unlocking the door, she rushed into the house, and ran upstairs to her
room. A glance at the hall clock said 3:38. With a triumphant sigh, she knew
she had about an hour-and-a-half, before her mother got home. She dropped her
coat and backpack on the bed, and went to the bathroom. Returning quickly and
locking her bedroom door, she dug out the old book. She sat up in her bed on
propped up pillows and quickly opened the book to the last story as it had
gotten her hot in the library. As she began to read, her heart beat quickened,
getting hotter and hotter, and soon found herself naked on the bed, furiously
rubbing her soaked clit, while burying three fingers into her pussy bringing
herself to the biggest and strongest orgasm ever. Her long auburn hair was
clinging to her sweat-soaked body, while her pussy throbbed in ecstasy.
She slowly relaxed, as she continued to gently rub her swollen nipples
until her breathing became somewhat regular again.
Images of a woman lying tied spread-eagle, her nipples pierced and
pulled with chains, bleeding onto her tits, while her stomach, groin and legs
were covered in hot wax, which was allowed to cool and harden. Then she was
administered a whipping with a riding crop along her midsection, until all the
wax was gone, leaving bright welts, cuts and drying blood on her legs and
stomach. Her screams of agony echoed in Josie's mind, as an iron dildo was
shoved deep into the woman's pussy, pushed in and out, in and out, bringing the
woman to near orgasm......
That was the last she had read before putting all her energy into her
own burning pussy. The bed was soaked with her juices and sweat. As she lay,
breathing heavy, she gazed at the clock...
"OH shit!!" she breathed.
The clocked read 4:56. Her mom would be home in about 15 minutes.
Gathering up the sheets, she threw them in the hamper, then jumped into the
shower. She washed quickly but felt burning desires growing within her.
Bedtime, she thought, not now...too much to do. She dried up, wrapped her hair
in a towel, and went to dress. She glanced at the book as she dressed into
pajamas, and wished she had more time. She gathered up her school books, hid
away the Book in the bedside drawer, and headed downstairs to the parlor as her
mom came in.
"Hi mom, how was work?"
"Phew, I'm tired, it's been a long day, too many claims to file this
week. How was school?" She said as she kissed Josie on the cheek.
"Oh not too bad.... I did get a 98 on my Algebra test though from
Yesterday!"
"Good job, sweety. I'm gonna go change up, pj's look real good right
now."
"OK, Mom... I'll be in here finishing up." Josie answered, as her Mom
went upstairs.
Josie opened up her school books and began doing her homework. She
chose biology first, but found she couldn't concentrate, so she changed to her
favorite, Algebra. She tried to concentrate, but thoughts of the Book filled
her mind, as her loins cried out for more. She set herself to work, and soon
heard her mother calling her for dinner. Looking up, she saw it was six-thirty.
Wow, that hour went by quick...she looked at her papers and saw to her shock
that she had drawn a naked woman tied to a bed on her homework paper. She
quickly shoved it into her book, and slammed it shut.
"Shit, dammit, I gotta concentrate on my work... oh well, after dinner,"
she murmured to herself.
Dinner of pasta went quietly as her mom was tired while Josie's libido
was in overdrive. She could feel her pussy wet with desire, and her nipples
hard and erect. She helped her Mom do the dishes and clean up afterwards,
occasionally brushing her nipples by accident, sending shocks of desire to her
pussy. She groaned once, receiving a questioning look from her mom, but Josie
wasn't looking.
Her mom, went into the parlor and plopped into her recliner, grabbing
the remote.
"Good night mom, I'm gonna get this work finished, and get to bed early,
big day," She said as she picked up her books.
"Good night sweety, sleep well."
I hope so, Josie thought.
She closed the door to her room, and dropped the books on her bed. She
sat down at her mirror and began brushing her very long auburn hair, which she
was proud of. It reached almost to her ass, and times she stood in front of the
mirror naked admiring it from the front and back. She loved the way it danced
along her good sized breasts, her nipples peaking through, but she thought the
view from behind was her best angle. Her long hair caressed the top of her
small tight roundish ass. Her small waist just hidden behind the hair, and her
hips just curving around her ass, beginning just below where the hair ended.
Although not a snobby showoff, she loved her body and hair, both well cared for
through cleaning and exercise.
She stop brushing her hair to look at her face. She thought she was
pretty. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light, her cheek bones high, with a nice
healthy color to her cheeks. Her nose was small and cute, kind of a button-nose
she thought. She opened and closed her mouth, yes, she thought, very pretty, as
her tongue ran across her upper lip in a teasing kind of way. She moved her
hands to her breasts and felt them, thumbing her nipples, bringing a warmth
within her, a rush going through her pussy. She got up and rushed over to the
bedside drawer, and opened it. Then she stopped, looking at the old Book. No,
she thought, I have to get this homework done first, then I can enjoy this.
She lay on her stomach, and pulled her books to her. Opening up the
biology book, she began to work. Her thoughts began to wander to Mr. Benton,
her Biology teacher. Mr. Thomas Benton. So handsome. She wondered what it
what it would be like to have him...it would be dreamy if he was her first. If
only she could have him. Finally, she sighed....
**"Josie, Josie.... wake up.... no time to be sleeping....Josie!!"
Josie sat up, looking around in her biology class, Mr. Benton was
standing in front of her desk, shaking her, while the rest of the class was
looking at her.
"What... I.. Uh.. oh sorry, Mr. Benton."
"OK, this time. Now, as I was saying," as he headed back to the head of
the class, "today we will learn the techniques of shaving a pussy...."
"What?!?!" Josie exclaimed, shocked.
"Ahem...Is that a volunteer I hear?" Mr Benton said. Oh good, glad to
see you are willing to be involved in our class today, Miss R-."
"N.. I. uh," Josie was lost in shock. "I, NO....are you crazy?!"
"Come now, you don't want to fail now do you?"
"No way...I'm out of here."
As Josie got up, Mr Benton said, "Ok, class, it seems Josie, here does
not want to participate. Do you think she should?"
All hands raised in agreement. Josie began running for the door, but
was grabbed from behind, her arms pinned to her side.
"NOOO, let me goooooo!!!!!!"
Another hand covered her mouth. She then felt herself being carried to
the front of the class, towards the lab desk and sink. She struggled and
kicked, but suddenly her legs her grabbed, and she felt herself being picked up,
and placed upon the desk. She struggled but she felt many pairs of hands
holding her down. Her arms were pulled over her head, and pulled straight back.
A couple clicks and pressure on her wrists told her cuffs held her arms in this
way.
A piece of duct tape was stuck over her mouth, replacing the muffling
hand. She watch as a wide leather strapped was placed on her stomach, attached
firmly to each side of the desk. She tried to kick furiously free, but she
couldn't break free of all the hands. As she slowed her kicking she felt her
knees being bent back and out, spreading her thighs wide, exposing her groin,
which was directly over the sink. Leather cuffs secured her knees to the table
on each side of her with chains to the desk. Ankle cuffs and very short chains
locked her feet down upon the table, putting her legs into a wide squarish
U-shape, completely exposing her groin. One final strap was placed across her
forehead, and attached to the table, keeping her head from moving.
Josie looked frantically at whoever she could see for help, but none of
the looks she recieved showed any signs of pity, only serious looks of curiosity
and some cruelty. Her friends, oh God, this can't be happening she thought. I
gotta wake up, she frantically tried to awaken herself, but it seemed all to
real.
"Now that we have the subject in position, I think it is time we removed
the clothing, so we may inspect the pussy and begin our lesson." Mr Benton
replied, almost to calmly.
He picked out a pair of shears out of the drawer, and moved up to her
chest area. Josie's eyes watched what they could as he began to cut opened her
blouse down the center, pulling the remnant out from under the strap, exposing
her bra to the class. He slid the closed blades of the shears over her nipples,
slowly and gently, until they finally began to grow, much to Josie's horror.
He then opened the blades, and with a quick snip, cut the front of the bra in
two, releasing her young pert breasts and nipples. The shears again began to
stroke her nipples "Notice class, that as the breasts and nipples are
fondled, the blood rushes into the nipples, causing them to become engorged with
blood, growing larger and more erect, and much more sensitive." Mr. Benton
explained.
Josie felt herself blush with embarrassment and horror at what was
happening to her.
She then felt the shear's point stroking her inner thighs, to her knees,
back to her groin. As that was going on, two others began to pull off her
sneakers, and socks. She tried to struggle, but to no use. Mr. Benton worked
the shears down to her left foot, and softly stroked the bottom of her foot with
the point, causing Josie to move her foot, as it tickled her. Then he poked,
Josie jumped. She was tickled and poked several more times before he moved to
her right foot, repeating the process.
"Watch the different reactions as her feet are tickled and poked, the
nerves detecting tickling or pleasurable touch, then pain. Notice the roll of
the foot to escape, then the jump to escape, depending on the stimuli."
Josie felt him begin to cut up her left pants leg, towards her knee,
then cutting around, exposing her calf. The process was repeated on the right
side. Still on the right side, he cut upward on her thighs, on the outside and
then her left thigh, splitting the jeans. He then began cutting on the inside
of her thigh, across the groin, and back down her right thigh. He wistfully
pulled away the top part of her jeans, exposing her auburn hair peeking through
the thin panties. He slid out the bottom part of the jeans, throwing them on
the floor with the rest of her rags. Without fanfare her cut the panties off,
exposing her virginity to the class.
"As you can see, with puberty comes the groin hair, with sometimes is
the same color as the hair on the head, as it is in this case," He remarked as
he began to run his fingertips through her pussy hair. He began to pull her
labia majora open, exposing her labia minora, explaining each name and
function. Then he found her clitoris and began to stroke it to erection,
bringing a muffled moan from Josie, much to her shock at her body's betrayal.
He reached into a drawer and pulled out shaving cream, soap, baby oil,
an electric razor, and a razor.
"Now class, we begin our lesson." Mr Benton said, as he clicked on the
electric shaver.
Josie began to cry as the razor pulled and nicked her as it cut off the
majority of the hair, leaving a thin layer of short stubby hair, all over groin,
including her ass. Then he soaped her up, using the warm tap water, then
smeared cool shaving cream over her entire groin area. Explaining the steps as
he went along, he slowly shaved her clean, as Josie's muffled cries and tears
flowed. He cleaned her off with some hot water, bring louder screams from Josie,
before he began rubbing soothing baby oil onto her shaven skin.
But he didn't stop there, he began to work his finger into her pussy as
the class watched, bringing moans of pleasure from Josie. He squeezed and
pulled her slowly erecting clit, then stopped his fingers and pulled them out.
He removed his pants in front of everyone, and climbed up onto the desk. He
paused, allowing Josie to get a good look at his large cock. Josie sighed with
lust, she wanted it, oh yes she wanted it. He slowly slid his cock into her
soaked waiting pussy, pushing deep into her, bringing a rich deep moan from her.
She pushed her groin into him, her muscles gripping him, as he slowly began to
pump into her. Slow at first, then his pumping sped up, She rolled her hips
into him, nearing orgasm, sweet release, she panted, a scream ripping through
her as her orgasm ripped through her...**
Josie rolled through her orgasm, bringing a muffled scream past her
lips. Wave after wave struck her, until finally, she stopped her fingers.....
"Huh....I....was....*pant*.....dreaming," she whispered, as she opened
her eyes, and saw her room. She was naked in bed, one hand softly massaging her
left tit, the other still had two fingers inside her...her...clean shaven
pussy!!!!!
"What the fuck?!" she almost yelled, before remembering where she was.
Looking around she saw nothing of any shaving equipment anywhere. A
check in the bathroom later showed the same.
"That can't be true....In my dream?!?!" she asked herself incredulously.
Looking in her bedside drawer, she saw the Book. She pulled it out, and
looking at the first story, she fainted back in her bed....
"Yes, my darling, yes. I feel your lust, it pulses within you, giving
me what I need. More, I must have more. My Freedom is at had, and I must have
it. Yessss! My Freedom calls to me. You shall continue where others have left
off. Bring me more, and I shall be free, and you shall be mine forever..."*
