The morning at work after my initiation into the Society of the Black Swan, I pushed a large cart of books to be re-racked through the third floor of the library. Everyone was on Spring Break, so it was quiet and I had time to think. Last night could not have possibly happened, I allowed myself to be humiliated and fucked in my pussy, my ass, my mouth—by strangers. Over the past few months, I had felt myself become more and more interested in sex. I had even entertained fantasies of getting it on with two men, or a woman even. Those fantasies seemed so risqué, and now I had gone far beyond what I imagined I might ever do.
But that’s the thing. If the Society hadn’t blindfolded me, and tied me, and forced me into so much pleasure, I would never have allowed myself to feel it. Now, an hour before lunch I began to ache throughout my body. Would I ever feel so much ecstasy again? Did the Society do this to women? Show them that there is a world of forbidden pleasure, and then make them just keep wanting? Now I did want. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to fuck. Instead, there I was pushing the restock cart, adjusting my wrap dress so my tits wouldn’t spill out when I leaned over to pick up a book that had fallen. As I picked up the book, I knelt and adjusted my pump. Crouched on the floor for a moment, I just allowed myself to feel the cool air of the library, surrounding my bald pussy. I wanted to free it from the bikini underwear I forced myself to wear this morning, my underwear that had gotten damp from just thinking about my own hairless, thick pussy lips. I knew I was in trouble. When would I see another Swan?
After lunch, I nearly cried when I was told that I would have to do another cart of restocks. I have a degree in the library sciences, and I’m forced to do this menial work? Frustrated from my waves of horniness and resentful at the student librarians on break, I took the cart by elevator to the fifth floor. I put my ear pieces in from my Ipod, and listened to Nina Simone crone and wail while I traveled from shelf to shelf in a cloud of languid wanting. Clumsily, I dropped another book and with no one around, I bent from the waist to pick it up. The stretch in my hamstrings felt so good, and I just didn’t care that my heavy tits fell out of the blue wrap dress. Just then, I thought I was going to die from being startled. “Don’t move,” said a man with an almost Italian accent. I looked between my legs to see who was behind me, and before I could see anything, he was pressing his pelvis against my ass holding my hips. I felt scared because although I was as lustful as I had ever felt, I didn’t want to be raped or killed by a stranger. “Look, bitch.” The man shoved his fore arm in front of my face. There tattooed was a black swan. “Do you see it you slut?” I nodded and knew I could stop this at any time. He was a Black Swan, one of the men from the Society I had joined. In the back of my mind I knew that I could say the word, that one terrible word, and this would stop. Within the society, they gave me that secret word that would make any sexual encounter with another Swan stop instantly. But I didn’t want it to stop, but I also didn’t want to fully consent. I wanted to be forced into pleasure. The man, who felt very tall, strong but slim pulled my arms behind my back and asked me, “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” I couldn’t say a word as he took both of my wrists in one hand, began to fondle my breasts with the other. He bit at my neck and squeezed my nipples, pulling them, and then slapping them. As he took two long, muscular fingers and circled my mouth, then inserting them past the full lips of my mouth to prepare me to be fucked there he said, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, you fucking whore.” With that he kicked my legs apart and commanded me to grab the handle of the cart. It occurred to me as I touched the steel of the book cart that this indeed was not the society headquarters, but a public place—the library where I worked, where I knew people. My big breasts hang down from where my wrap dress had opened. He pulled up the skirt to expose my behind, now only covered by the thin layer of lace of my panties. Almost sweetly, he caressed my bottom, hips and inner thighs. It felt so good that I made myself stifle a little moan. I could feel my bald pussy getting very wet, and then he could too. He slipped his fingers under my panties, over the hairless mound, and put his finger inside me. “That’s a good girl,” he said as I arched with pleasure as he stroked my g-spot with a come hither motion of his finger. I bit my lip. I breathed deeply. I didn’t want to come yet but I was about to succumb to the rhythm of his finger stroking me inside. In an agony of pleasure, I let out a deep moan. But then what happened next made me gasp shortly. There was a second finger, then a third, then a fourth. Then, oh my-fucking god, he was stretching my pussy with his whole hand. Well, almost his whole hand. My juices dripped all over his palm. His fingers were long and thick. He moved them in a circle to stretch my hole, and I found myself thrusting my hips back onto his hands. “You like that, my little slut? You like to feel your smooth pussy nice and full?” he said as he reached forward with his other hand and started to diddle my clit. His strange hands inside me, caressing my cunt was almost more than I could take. I was on the verge of coming, but I kept looking through the stacks, worried that someone would come and find me being forced to fuck, and loving it. As he had me stand, he kept playing with my clit as he unzipped his trousers with the other hand. In one motion I felt his enormous cock against my ass cheek as he started work the pre cum into the head. It must have been at least 2 and a half inches in diameter, and something like 9 inches long. I started to genuinely feel frightened. Was his cock going to break me in two? Rip my pussy? He was rock hard and biting the back of my neck. I started to try and wiggle away. Maybe he would just let me suck him off. I started to move more forcefully and managed to get out of his embrace. I stepped forward and said, “No, please. Please don’t fuck me with your cock it’s going to break me.” The wetness from my cunt felt like an ocean between my legs. “Don’t you dare turn around, you cunt.” Energized, he lunged toward me, grabbing my upper body with his arms as he pulled my feet from under me, resting me on my knees on the floor. “You’re going to take this cock, and you’re going to love it. I know what a slut you are and I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will remember me the rest of the month.” Again, I begged him (but didn’t stop him with that secret word) saying, “No, please.