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Quiet Study Area
« on: September 09, 2021, 04:19:36 PM »
WARNING!
The following stories may contain graphic and sexually explicit content, including depictions of rape and abuse.
Rape and assault are serious crimes and the author does not condone such actions in real life.
This is a work of fiction. No characters in it are meant to resemble any real person. In addition, although persons of distinct nationalities, ethnicities, cultures, or religions may be portrayed, no offense is meant to anyone.
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QUIET STUDY AREA

Drawing the diagram was his favorite part. With ruler and a good gel pen that marked the graph paper clean and smooth, Lucas took the time to make all his circuits perfect. Every logic gate, resistor, and capacitor was painstakingly drawn by hand. It wasn’t necessary of course; he could just as easily, and more quickly, use a computer to draw out the diagrams, but he found doing the work by hand was not only calming, but helped him better absorb the lessons he was meant to be learning from each assignment.

The university library was his home away from home, or least away from his dorm room. The first floor had the checkout counter and computers, as well as the vending machines and phone charging stations. It was where students could come to quickly find a book that had been assigned to them, or even just to eat lunch in one of the reading alcoves. The second floor was where most of the books were actually stored and was dominated by rows and rows of shelving. Comfortable chairs and mini-desks were arrayed along the eastern wall which was comprised entirely of floor to ceiling glass. The third story housed the archives, where large old reference books could be found on everything from legal precedent to disease manuals. These were stored on high-density mobile shelving, the kind with crank arms on the ends that would move entire rows of shelves back and forth. Nobody really spent time there, except to retrieve a volume, and there were no desks or chairs.

Lucas finished a diagram and sat back to ease the strain on his eyes before starting the next one. The glass wall in front of him curved away on either side in a shallow arc that overlooked a courtyard below. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled slowly from his mouth, then began the fifth and last diagram that would fit onto the page. It would also be the most complex. He referred to his notes and rough drawings while he worked slowly and deliberately on this final copy that would be turned in to the professor.
About half way done, he was drawing a short diagonal line, carefully pushing his pen along the ruler, when a loud crash thundered through the second floor causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. He whirled around in his chair, adrenaline flooding his system. Some rows down he could hear a group of female voices tittering. He ran to see what had happened. Peering around one of the rows, he saw a girl sprawled on her back surrounded by books with one of the metal step stools lying sideways beside her and a broken shelf that had obviously been stepped on. She rolled around laughing out loud while her friends took pictures. When they noticed Lucas watching them with disapproval, the gaggle of freshmen girls hushed themselves and picked up the fallen girl, making mock expressions of stern discipline while wagging fingers. They ran off without picking up after themselves.
A library employee came running to deal with the cacophony, so Lucas returned to his desk. He discovered that in the initial shock from the noise, he’d apparently scribbled a line across the entire page of his diagrams. He’d have to start all over. Violently ripping the page off the notepad, he seethed with irritation.

The following week, Lucas was once more at his favorite chair on the second floor, and the same group of girls bustled in, loudly chattering away. They dropped their bags and sat down at one of the small couches only ten feet from Lucas, clearly not studying anything at all. Lucas cleared his throat audibly to get their attention and pointed to the sign mounted on a pillar right in front of them which read, “Quiet Study Area: Please - no cell phones, no conversation.”
The girls rolled their eyes and looked at him as though he was the one being rude. They continued talking in slightly quieter voices until the same employee that had sorted out their mess the previous week came by, twenty minutes later, and got them to leave.

The next week Lucas nearly blew a vein in his forehead when they showed up yet again. They approached the same couch as before, and the one who had broken the bookshelf two weeks earlier gave him a stern look and pointed at the sign, evoking laughter from her friends. This time, however, they seemed to have gotten the message that talking was not allowed. Miraculously, they took out textbooks and appeared to actually be studying for a change. Lucas sighed with relief and was able to complete two diagrams before a crunching sound disturbed the silence.
The shelf-breaker had produced a small bag of potato chips and took thirty seconds to figure out how to open it. Another girl took out an apple and began eating it. The third girl, who was sucking on a bubble tea, finished her drink, but continued sucking even after all the liquid was gone, and then began to eat the ice.
Lucas tried to ignore them, but all he could hear was crunching, chewing, and lip smacking as the girls ate.

The freshmen finished their food, and calm returned to the second floor, but they may as well have been blowing party noise makers and setting off fireworks as far as Lucas was concerned. Every turn of a page, every velcro opening, every sniffle, was a trumpet blast directly into Lucas’s eardrum.

The first girl rose and went to a nearby computer kiosk to look up a book. She wrote down the book’s location and wandered off. Something snapped in Lucas as he watched her backside, hips shifting back and forth in a short skirt, like she hadn’t a care in the world, before her ass disappeared down one of the rows.
Lucas unhooked the strap from his canvas messenger bag, and casually walked past the other girls to the kiosk the first girl had been using. Her last search was still on the screen. He took note of where she was going and headed down a different aisle. His irritation boiled over to anger as his feet pounded the plush carpet. His fists gripped the bag strap with white knuckles. He turned at the end of an aisle and moved another row over to be in the one just beside the girl's destination. It was towards the back of the building on the west side, away from the glass wall. He seethed with growing rage as he peered through the bookshelves, catching glimpses of the adjacent aisle like snapshots in a flickering film reel.
There she was.
In her Chucks and red skirt with a letterman jacket too small to actually close in the front, obviously from her high school days, and auburn hair cascading in shimmering ripples down her back from under a cute knitted beanie. She chewed bubble gum and snapped bubbles as she ran a finger along the book spines, head tilted back slightly, reading the call numbers. Lucas stood glaring, his face less than two feet from hers on the other side of the bookshelf, but she didn’t notice. He studied her pretty face, with its high cheekbones and perfect skin, blue eyes, and the cutest button nose he’d ever seen in his life.
She frowned, took the gum out of her mouth and pressed it to the underside of the shelf, then turned around, scanning the call numbers on the opposite side. She stepped back against the bookshelf which separated her from Lucas.

In a flash, Lucas’s arms shot through the bookshelf. He wrapped his right hand over her eyes then slammed her head back. With his left hand he tore the beanie off her head and shoved it into her mouth before she could scream. He used the bag strap to hold it in place, cinching the strap tight around the back of her head. He shoved her forward, knocking her off balance and she fell to the floor in a cascade of books. Lucas quickly walked angrily the few feet to the end of the aisle and came around the endcap to join her.
She was on her hands and knees facing away from him when he approached and grabbed her ankles. He yanked her legs back, making her fall flat on her face into the carpet with a soft thud. She screamed, but the mouthful of wool fibers prevented the noise from going very far. He straddled the back of her legs just below her ass to hold her down and grabbed the top of her letterman jacket. He shoved it up over her head until the arm holes were halfway to her elbows, forcing her arms up and slightly backward, rendering them useless.
As she continued to yell muffled screams into the carpet, Lucas looked up and watched for any bystanders while he moved to kneel on her back. He pulled the hem of her skirt up with one hand and fished a large folding knife out of his pocket with his other. It clicked as the blade locked open; he then used it to cut and rip the garment off of her waist. Tossing the skirt aside, he found he’d exposed a pair of cute white cotton panties with pink hearts and red trim. He slowly slid the fingers of his left hand up one of the leg holes. She bucked and wailed, trying to throw him off, but she had no leverage, especially while trying to keep her legs together. Lucas ran his fingers across the underside of her ass until he’d hooked the crotch of her panties. He could feel the muscles in her butt clenching underneath her smooth skin against the back of his fingers. He pulled the panties up, making them wedge into her slit and she writhed in discomfort. Then he slipped the knife under the fabric and pulled up, lifting her ass off the ground until the cloth gave way along the knife’s edge.

With her panties now split, Lucas took up the tattered skirt and wrapped it around her head before rolling her over onto her back. Kneeling on her upper thighs, and using his more powerful legs to spread hers apart, he ran the back of the knife along her inner thigh, slowly tracing a line up her tender skin to the crease between her leg and pussy mound. She was unshaven, but not overly bushy. He pinched a small tuft of hair and cut it with the knife. The freshman brat trembled at the sensation, and her defiant screeching turned to despondent whimpering.
Lucas smiled and jabbed the knife into the carpet beside her head, making her flinch. He sat up and looked down at the girl, now paralyzed with fear, but for the trembling. Her pinstripe white blouse was straining against the buttons, making little gaps through which he could see pale skin. He took hold of the neckline and ripped it apart, soft popping noises accompanied the clattering of buttons as they flew off her shirt. A simple lace bra offered no resistance to the knife. Lucas cut it right through the middle and let the cups flop to either side of her chest. He was now breathing heavily with excitement and deliberately took his time folding the knife and putting it away while taking in the sight of his victim’s quivering chest.

He unzipped his pants, then ran his hands up her torso from hips, over her voluptuous tits, to her neck. Leaning on her windpipe with one hand, just enough to keep her down, but not enough to stop her breathing, he worked his pants and underwear down over his ass. His erection had been building from the moment he reached through the bookshelf to assault her, and now he could feel the blood pressure in his cock stretching the skin taught, pulsing with his accelerated heart rate.
He lowered himself between her legs, feeling the soft hair against his shaft while using his legs to hold hers apart. Muffled protests resumed from her encased head, but they only made him want to violate her more. He could feel the folds of her outer lips against the head of his cock and he pushed forward against them. Dry, they pushed up into the soft flesh of her pussy until Lucas pushed hard enough to force past them. The brat squirmed with all her strength, trying to scoot backwards, away from the invading phallus, but a tightened grip on her throat and strong pinch to her right nipple made her twist side to side instead. Lucas shoved forward and felt the tangled hairs on her cunt sliding over the head of his cock before it finally forced its way inside her body.
Lucas exhaled a shuddering breath as the warmth of her pussy squeezed tightly around the tip of his manhood. Sobs and quiet pathetic whimpering escaped the tattered fabric of her formerly stylish skirt. Lucas practically lunged into her, driving his cock balls deep in one forceful move so violent, he even hurt himself going in dry. But his hard on, fueled by unreasonably outsized rage, only got stronger. He thrust over and over, his cock now moist from her scant internal wetness. Over and over, he slammed hard, shoving her entire body back inch by inch down the aisle, as her treacherous body struggled to catch up by producing natural lubricant to deal with the onslaught. When they’d traversed several feet in this manner, the girl started going limp and he realized he’d been squeezing her neck too tightly in his frenzy. He paused to let her catch a breath, and catch his own as well. He wanted her conscious to experience it all.

He sat back onto his knees, pulling out of her, and lifted her right leg up to his shoulder. With his right hand, he rubbed the head of cock up and down along her slit, smearing the betraying wetness all over her crotch and down the crack of her puckered ass.
With his weight off of her upper body, she made one last ditch effort to escape, turning onto her side. Lucas responded by grabbing both of her tits, and pulling her over onto her back once more. He pinched both her nipples, making her squirm, but held them tight until she stopped moving. Once he’d established his control, he resumed smearing vaginal fluid on the skin around her asshole, and leaned forward until her sphincter gave way and he once more had a part of himself inside her body.
Lucas lifted both of her legs straight up, revealing red swollen rug burns on her ass. He smiled wickedly, and leaned his chest against the back of her legs, lifting her ass off the ground and drove his cock further up her anal entrance. The defeated girl’s chest heaved with sobs, as Lucas humped her like a dog.

A flickering caught Lucas’s eye. The pattern of light streaming through the bookshelves was being disturbed, and soon he could hear padded footsteps drawing near. He paused his thrusting and leaned forward, taking hold of the skirt over his victim’s face on either side, and held it down firmly, making her weeping barely audible. The footsteps came closer, from the next aisle over where Lucas had originally been. His heart raced even faster than before and he could once more feel the pulsing of blood through his cock against the vice-like grip of the girl’s anus. Through the shelf, between the books, he saw another girl’s legs and the bottom hem of her dress. It was one of his victim’s friends. She paused right beside them and turned to face their direction. Sweat poured down Lucas’s face, but he held his posture, his arms and legs starting to burn from holding the position. The girl knelt down and Lucas could see her face in the narrow gap between two books, only a foot closer to the study area from themselves. She withdrew a book, opened it up to the glossary and read for what seemed like an eternity before closing it and walking back to the comfortable couches by the glass wall.

Lucas leaned back and allowed himself a hoarse whisper of a triumphant cry. His erection now reinforced by the thrill of nearly being caught, he mercilessly raped the annoying brat’s ass with reckless abandon until he couldn’t hold back the pressure of his climax a second longer. Driving fully into her ass until he was smashing his balls against the soft, rug burned pillows of her butt, he let loose with jet after jet of thick sticky cum. Twitching in the throes of final satisfaction, he broke out in a sweat and closed his eyes, listening to the sweet music of quiet weeping beneath him.

When he had no more protein to donate to her rectum, Lucas pulled himself out. A slimy trail of cum with a small streak of blood clung to his cock. Letting her legs fall down on either side of him, he moved to straddle just one of her legs and used the front of her cut panties to wipe himself off. He stood and pulled his pants up. The brat turned on her side and curled into a ball, hugging her legs. Lucas walked back to the study area, stopping at the bathroom to splash some water on his face. The other disruptive girls looked up as he arrived at the glass wall. He grinned at them, gave them a wink, then sat down with a satisfied sigh and took a long deep breath. He picked up his ruler and gel pen and put them to the graph paper once more.
One of the girls, chewing on her fingernails, began to click her ballpoint pen in and out, in and out, in and out.
Lucas could feel his blood pressure rising.
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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #1 on: September 09, 2021, 05:20:22 PM »
Nice

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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #2 on: September 11, 2021, 05:04:13 AM »
Your detail is amazing and well paced and built up. Ive a lot of reading to catch up on. The causal way he just leaves his victim after a brutal onslaught was chilling.
Watching this now and merit earned of many to come.

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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #3 on: September 11, 2021, 01:48:45 PM »
Thank you! It’s always great to know people have enjoyed my work!
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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #4 on: September 13, 2021, 09:57:11 PM »
This was absolutely amazing.  Another well done piece Enabran.
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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #5 on: September 14, 2021, 11:50:46 AM »
This was absolutely amazing.  Another well done piece Enabran.

Thank you Lieutenant!
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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #6 on: October 01, 2021, 08:46:35 AM »
I guess she could un-gag herself and cry for help. Oh, no, can't. It's a quiet area and she's learned her lesson. Oh well.
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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #7 on: October 01, 2021, 12:55:29 PM »
I guess she could un-gag herself and cry for help. Oh, no, can't. It's a quiet area and she's learned her lesson. Oh well.

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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #8 on: October 10, 2021, 08:45:59 PM »
I'd like to echo what others have written about things you drew out in your writing and also perfect setting. Maybe just me but I felt this heavy disquiet about everything that just.... fits. Merit well deserved!
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Re: Quiet Study Area
« Reply #9 on: October 11, 2021, 01:10:46 AM »
I'd like to echo what others have written about things you drew out in your writing and also perfect setting. Maybe just me but I felt this heavy disquiet about everything that just.... fits. Merit well deserved!

Thank you Petite!
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