Quiet Study Area

[enabranpr0n]

Teaser: Lucas loved the university library and all he wanted was a peaceful place to study. But when noisy college freshmen girls disturb the peace, someone needs to be punished.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Quiet Study Area
Author: EnabranPr0n
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This is another piece I wrote originally for RavishU and had posted on AO3. It was done for a monthly contest where the criteria was "no dialog". So you'll notice that nobody speaks a word in the entire story.
I've given it a refresh for this posting.
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Quiet Study Area

Drawing the diagram was his favorite part. With ruler and a clean, smooth gel pen, 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 use a computer to draw out the diagrams, but he found working on graph paper by hand was not only calming, but helped him better absorb the lessons he was meant to be learning.

The sizable three story university library was his home away from home, or at least away from his dorm room. The second floor especially was designed for long study sessions, with vending machines, phone charging stations, and isolated reading alcoves with comfortable chairs and sofas. It housed the bulk of book storage, dominated by rows upon rows of shelving. Ergonomic chairs and mini-desks were arrayed along the eastern wall, which was comprised entirely of floor to ceiling windows overlooking a courtyard below.

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 such that from one side, a person could see into the windows across the way. 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.
He was about half way done, 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 their fingers. They ran off leaving the mess of strewn books and broken shelving behind for others to fix.
A library employee came running to deal with the cacophony, and 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. He seethed with irritation and violently ripped the page off the notepad.

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 marginally quieter voices for a further twenty minutes before the same employee that had sorted out their mess the previous week came by 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-demolisher had produced a bag of potato chips and took thirty seconds to figure out how to open it, rustling the bag loudly in the process. Another girl took out an apple and began eating it with loud crunching bites and moist lip smacking chewing. The third girl, who was sucking on a bubble tea, finished her drink, but continued sucking even after all the drink was gone, then began eating the ice.
In his irritated state, even the odor of their food made him nauseated. Lucas tried to ignore them, but all he could hear was crunching, chewing, and lip smacking.

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 his eardrums.

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 as she had neglected to resent the terminal for the next user. 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 adjacent to the girl's destination, which 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 shelves, catching glimpses through gaps in the books 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 remained oblivious. 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. It was as if she was mocking his rage by looking so adorably innocent.
She smacked her gum one last time and took it out of her mouth, pressing it to the underside of a shelf, then turned around, scanning the call numbers on the opposite side. She stepped back close to the shelf which separated her from Lucas.

In a flash, Lucas’s arms shot through the bookshelf, covering her eyes and slamming 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 nearly lost his grip on her while fighting to wrap the bag strap around her head and cinching it tight to hold the gag in her mouth. He shoved her forward, knocking her off balance and she fell to the floor in a cascade of books. Lucas walked quickly, 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.
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 cut and ripped the garment off of her waist as fast as he could. It was sloppy, but he got it off and tossed it aside. He found he’d exposed a pair of cute white cotton panties with pink hearts and red trim which clinged tightly to her nice round ass. He slowly slid his fingers up one of the leg holes. She bucked and wailed, trying to throw him off, but she had no leverage. Unless she was willing to spread her legs, she had no hope of dislodging him, but she was clearly determined to keep her legs together. Lucas ran his fingers around the crease on the underside of her ass, pulling the panties away from her flesh until he’d hooked the crotch of her panties. He could feel the muscles in her butt clenching underneath her smooth skin with the back of his fingers. He pulled the panties up, making them wedge into her slit and she writhed in discomfort. He then slipped the knife under the fabric and pulled up, lifting her ass off the ground until the stretched out crotch fabric gave way along the blade’s edge.

With her panties split, Lucas took up the tattered skirt and wrapped it around her head, making sure her eyes were covered, before rolling her 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 exposed tummy, slowly tracing a line down her tender skin to the crease between her leg and pussy mound. She was unshaven, but not overly bushy. He could smell her delicate perfume now, and the sweet scent of her fear. It mixed with the dusty smell of old paper from the leather and canvas bound books.
He pinched a small tuft of her pubic hair and cut it with the knife. The freshman brat trembled at the sensation, and her defiant screeching turned to despondent whimpering. He gently sniffed the curly stands pinched between his fingers. The aroma made him feel powerful.

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. Her simple lace bra offered no resistance to his knife. Lucas cut right through the middle and let the cups flop to either side of her chest. He was breathing heavily with excitement and deliberately took his time folding the knife, putting it away while taking in the sight of his victim’s pristine, quivering tits.

He unzipped his pants, then ran his hands up her torso from her hips, over her nipples, hard with fear, 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 cloth wrapped 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 trendy skirt. Lucas practically lunged into her, driving himself balls deep in one forceful move so violent that he even hurt himself doing it. But his hard on, fueled by unreasonably outsized rage, only got stronger. He thrust over and over, his cock gradually growing moist from her scant internal wetness. Over and over he slammed hard, giving her rug burns as he shoved her entire body forward inch by inch down the aisle. His victim’s treacherous body struggled to catch up with the assault, but soon enough, natural lubricant to deal with the onslaught let his cock pump faster and deeper. 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 to catch his own as well. His brow was dripping sweat onto her tits and the sight of it made his cock strain harder. But he tried to take his time. He wanted her conscious to experience it all.

Lucas sat back onto his knees, pulling out of her, and lifted her right leg up to his shoulder. He gripped his cock and rubbed the head up and down along her slit, smearing the slimy, oozing wetness all over her crotch and pushing it to 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 pushing her down onto her back once more. He pinched her nipples, making her squirm, but held them tight until she stopped moving. Once he’d made it clear to her that he was in control, he lifted her legs up and leaned forward, pressing his cock against her little butthole until her sphincter gave way. The exhausted, helpless girl shuddered and started sobbing. Lucas once more had a part of himself inside her body.

He lifted her legs higher, straight up, revealing the 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 home, forcing it further up her tight rear entrance. The defeated girl’s chest heaved with begging sobs as Lucas humped her like an animal.

The satisfaction was complete. Her body felt better than anything and for what seemed like hours, he enjoyed the sensation of her anal sphincter stretching over the head of his cock and sliding all the way down his shaft as he buried himself in her ass over and over. And her whimpering, begging, and crying, made it all the more sweet. She couldn’t bat her eyelashes and play the innocent girl to avoid the consequences of her actions anymore. Her pretty face and false flirtations would not save her. Not this time. She would take it hard and she would suffer.

A flickering caught Lucas’s eye. The pattern of light streaming through the bookshelves was being disturbed and padded footsteps were drawing near. He paused his thrusting and leaned forward, taking hold of the skirt over his victim’s face on either side. He 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 again 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 a 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 himself and the weeping girl beneath him, perfectly still. The other girl knelt down and Lucas could see her face in the narrow gap between the books. They were less than two feet apart. She needed only to glance up and they would have been staring into one another’s eyes. But her attention was only on the books. She withdrew one, opened it to the glossary and read for what seemed like an eternity before closing it and taking it back with her 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 his second wind gave out and 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 clenched his eyes shut against the sweat pouring down his face, and savored the sweet music of quiet despair from the broken girl beneath him.

When he had no more protein to donate to her rectum, Lucas pulled himself out. A slimy trail of cum 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 cherished the sight for a long second, then returned to the study area, stopping at the bathroom to splash some water on his face and catch his breath. 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, trying to remember where he’d left off.

The girl who had nearly caught him raping her friend, chewing on her fingernails, began to absentmindedly click her ballpoint pen in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Click click...
Click click...
Click click...

The ruler snapped in Lucas’s hand. He could feel his blood pressure rising.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. It's been good to revisit some of my older stories. I haven't had the time to write much new material lately, but I'm aiming to make more time next month. May is always super busy for me.

[Shocker]

I think there should beca special hell reserved for people who don’t know how to behave in a library.

Very well written, I thoroughly enjoyed the story.

[enabranpr0n]

I think there should beca special hell reserved for people who don’t know how to behave in a library.

Very well written, I thoroughly enjoyed the story.

Thank you very much! You are clearly an individual of taste and quality!

[Grimnir]

Clearly manners and respect for the no noise signs is a must everywhere...

[enabranpr0n]

Clearly manners and respect for the no noise signs is a must everywhere...

It's just common decency!

[MisterZ]

And lapses in decency must have consequences, after all.

Very well put together, overall.

[enabranpr0n]

And lapses in decency must have consequences, after all.

Very well put together, overall.

Thank you so much!