Book Worm

The rows of ancient books on the basement level of the university library went on forever. I struggled to crouch down low enough to read the book title in the dim light. I pulled the heavy book from the tightly packed bottom shelf, while balancing three other large books in my other arm. As I stood up I felt my head hit something. Something soft and, well, warm. I quickly turned back and away from the object only to see a young attractive library assistant struggling to put a book on the shelf only a foot or two to my side in the narrow dimly lit aisle. Apparently, the top of my head came up and glanced against her breast.

"Who do you think you are?" she asked with a sly whisper and a studious look.

She caught me completely off guard and I didn't know how to respond. I did the best I could to avoid any suspicion, "Well I'm a grad student working on the thesis." I blurted out in a normal voice.

She pressed her finger to my lips as if to silence me for not having whispered in the library, and looked me directly in the eyes and whispered, "Those books you are looking at are not for the faint of heart my friend".

She pushed her librarian cart through the narrow isle past me and on towards the next location in the aisle where she needed to return a book. I stared at her perfectly shaped ass as it swayed side to side slowly away from me. She was wearing a soft clinging skirt and a sweater. The cart came to a stop and I heard her clear her throat. I looked up at her face to see that she had looked over her shoulder and totally caught me staring right at her butt.

I quickly turned to look back at the list of books in my hand. Then I saw her out of the corner of my eye stretching up on her tippy toes to slide a book onto the top shelf maybe ten feet in front of me. Leaning over and stretching like that revealed her prominent highly perched breasts, the ones my head recently had the pleasure to feel by accident, her narrow waist, that nicely rounded ass, and a set of lovely thighs.

Without even looking in my direction she whispered, "Take a picture, it will last longer..."

I was so busted. Twice in less than 60 seconds. But I could not help it. She was probably the sexiest female I had seen in the past five years I had spent at the university. Plus, I think she knew it.

"Hey, um I'm trying to find this book and I'm not really having any luck", I whispered holding up the scrap of paper with all the titles and Dewey Decimal numbers.

She turned and began to walk towards me reaching out for the list and whispered, "More luck than most any guy in this library considering you have already touched my breasts and you don't even know my name yet"

She looked at the list of titles.

I blushed ten shades of red.

After a long puzzling examination of the titles she whispered, "So this is a list of some of the darkest books I can think of, what kind of thesis is this anyway?"

I swallowed hard and looked up at her with all the seriousness I could muster. "You would not understand, trust me", I whispered.

She gave me a testing look and while pressing my list down between the cleavage in her breasts said in a loud non-librarian voice, "Try me!"

I didn't really know how to respond. I was not sure if I could tell her the real truth or not, "I am a graduate student working on a PhD in psychology. My thesis is on the invention process of torture methods ", I said in a firm authoritative whisper.

She just stood there for a minute, and then took a step closer to me so that her face was maybe a foot away from mine. She opened her mouth and was about to say something but then stopped. She slowly reached into her cleavage and produced the list handing it to me.

I reached out to take it from her but she held onto it and then asked, "And what question does your thesis attempt to answer my wannabe psychologist friend?"

At this point I knew the library assistant was also a student at the university, at least she was smart enough to know what a thesis was all about. In a way her question made me feel at ease. At least she didn't think I was some kind of freak as far as I could tell. Plus she was too attractive to be a full time librarian.

I whispered my answer with the side of my hand to my face, "The question I will attempt to answer is this. How often was the inventor of a torture device subjected to the torture of the device? My hypothesis is that this was the case 100% of the time, and that in the subliminal mind of the inventor, they secretly wanted to experience the torture they had invented."

"Oh my!" she gasped, taking a step back from me and leaning against the shelf of books behind her.

I thought that was a strange reaction, but then what would a normal reaction be to the description of my thesis question? Almost everyone I had explained it to would simply pause and then say something like "Interesting" or my favorite response "is the university paying for this research?"

So her response "Oh my!" did in fact reveal something about this woman.

She looked a bit nervous and her hands were fidgeting behind her. She was somewhat effected by my thesis question. She then asked nervously, "How in the world do you ever find an answer to a question like that?"

I stood up straight and took a deep breath, "Well first I study the history of torture devices, who invented them, and how they died. Which is why I am here looking for these books."

She was breathing heavily now and looked a bit uncomfortable biting her bottom lip. "Then what do you do after that?" she asked.

I found her curiosity refreshing so I decided to open up a little bit. I whispered, "I will take 30 volunteers through the process of inventing a torture device, one at a time, and then after they are done I will ask them questions about their device with a lie detector attached to them. One of the questions will be if they secretly wish the torture device would be used on them."

"Wow that's really really scary" she said still biting her lip.

"Why would that be scary?" I asked curiously.

She grabbed the list out of my hand and began to walk down the aisle. "Well I know where this last book is", she said never answering the question.

She walked over to the book check out station and the book was sitting on her desk. She reached for the book and turned to hand it to me and said, "There are some parts of the mind that should be left alone if you know what's good for you. Not even a shrink can make sense of that part."

Then she turned and walked back to the aisle and continued putting books away. I took my arm full of books and sat down at one of the open study tables not too far away from where she was working. I began sifting through the books scanning over all of the different medieval torture devices trying to make sense of the history for each of them.

Every once in a while I would see her down one of the aisles looking at me from between the stacks of books on the shelves. I felt a little bit like I was being stalked. But how can that be considered stalking when it is a gorgeous female you wish you had an excuse to get to know better?

I looked at my watch. It was time for me to head to my next class. I scooped up the stack of books and headed to the book check out station. She saw me heading over there and met me behind the counter. I handed her my student ID and she began to scan the books.

"So how do you find the volunteers" she asked coyly.

I smiled and looked into her eyes, "They have to be students at the university, they have to be at least 18 years old, and they have to sign a release form, so I will probably post a flyer on the commons bulletin board".

"Beep beep beep", the scanner made an objectionable alarm as she tried to scan the last book.

"Oh, I am so sorry. This book cannot be removed from the library. It is considered special reserve.", she said in an official librarian voice. "But you can schedule times to review it here in the library and I can place it on hold. You would just need to come to the counter to get it."

"Geeze, okay um put me down for an hour this time tomorrow.", I said as I grabbed the books that had been checked out and put them into my backpack.

"Don't you want to know my name?" she asked.

I looked up smiling, "It's Cindy. It says it right on your name tag."

"No silly, that's not my REAL name. Too many love sick grad students stalking me all the time. My real name is Lori. I'll see you tomorrow... Lance", she said as she handed me my library card obviously having read my name off of it.

Later that night, I began reading all about the various torture devices, the guillotine, the iron maiden, the brass bull, the wheel, the pincers, and the pear. The amount of pain and suffering seemed immeasurable to me. The pear in particular caught my attention.

My real reason for the thesis topic was that I was intrigued by sexual torture. I knew these books were shallow at best on this topic. I knew that what they listed as sexual torture was just scratching the surface. I figured that because of the taboo nature of sex, authors had omitted the true nature of man. I knew there would have been volumes of history on the topic of sexual torture, if only people in the past had the guts to put it in print.

Give any human enough power over the physical treatment of another human long enough, and eventually they will devise curious ways to entertain themselves through the pain of the other. Prison rapes for example are well documented, as are the secretive sexual exploits of slave owners in the south. Humans can't be left alone with each other for very long before one of the humans is tied up tight and the other human is sticking something painfully up the other human's ass.

I closed the books and went to bed. I climbed beneath the covers next to Geri, my girlfriend of several years. Geri had a hot little body, but was strictly a missionary position sex partner. No oral sex, giving or receiving. No anal. No romance to speak of either. She was a good friend in every other way, just not in bed. I never had the heart to tell her either. I just take what she is willing to give. After all, sex is not everything.

I showed up at the library the next day to review the special reserve book. Lori was there waiting for me with a smile on her face.

"I put a post it notes in a few places for you Dr. Lance", she said as she retrieved the heavy book.

Today she was wearing a dressy blouse and wool skirt with her hair pinned up. Sort of a harder look than the day before, but more professional and she was still very sexy looking even with all of that. I had to take a peek at the cleavage instinctively when she leaned over to slide the book towards me across the counter. Those were some amazing breasts.

I sat down at the study table and began to look at the various pages she had marked for me. All of them had something in common. All of the torture devices were of a sexual nature. I felt a pit in my stomach. I realized that perhaps Lori and I shared a common interest.

On the pear, the post-it note she had placed there had a note scribbled on it that said, "Poor inventor, I hope he was at least gay or bisexual. I'm sure the pear ended up in his anus if your thesis is correct."

The pear is basically a medieval version of the speculum used today. Speculums are smooth stainless steel medical tools shaped like a small dildo varying in sizes, but most commonly about an inch in diameter and six inches long, with a handle attached. Doctors use speculums to insert into the anus or vagina and two halves lengthwise can be gently screwed apart slowly to open the orifice to view deep inside, or to perform medical procedures.

The medieval pear is of course more crudely constructed of the wrought iron they had available at the time, is much larger perhaps 8 or 9 inches long, two inches in diameter, with a three inch diameter bulb shape at the end (hence the name) and separates into three sections as it expands. There is no handle. Just a large wingnut shaped key that expands the end of the pear when turned, causing much physical trauma to the orifices of the torture victim, as if having a three inch diameter hunk of wrought iron forced into your anus or vagina is not enough. The history stated that in some cases the pear was inserted into the mouth as well. In such a case, expanding the pear would dislocate the jaw and smash the teeth of the victim.

This pear device was used all over Europe and came in a wide variety of styles, often gilded with gold leaf, encrusted with jewels, made of pure brass, or in some rare cases pure silver. It was clear that the upper classes were the ones torturing the lower classes, and that the owners of the pear were quite proud of their possession, perhaps a symbol of authority. There were even pears made of pure gold, and then there were pears made to be even more damaging that had three sharpened prongs at the end of each section. No doubt designed to lacerate the interior of the cavity during the expansion of the pear.

I wondered what the procedure must have been like. I mean you don't just walk up to a peasant with your golden jewel encrusted pear and demand that they bend over and drop their drawers. There had to be guards involved, the peasant would need a trial, a conviction, a sentence. Then I would imagine, they would tie the poor bugger to some type of table expressly designed for this activity.

As my mind was lost in conjuring this crazy form of physical punishment and all the pomp and circumstance that must have come with it, I could feel myself becoming aroused. Although I felt slightly ashamed, it persisted. I was actually getting off on reading about cruel sadistic torture of a human.

Just then, Lori came walking up to the table. "Lance, I have something to show you that I think you might be interested in" she said whispering. "Follow me..."

I left the table and followed her into the high stacks, book shelves so high that a ladder on rails runs the full length of the aisle. I followed her to the end of one of those aisles. She climbed up the ladder, looked up and down the aisle, and then looked down at me. She smiled and hiked her wool skirt up a tiny bit, spreading her legs as much as the ladder would allow.

I gazed up her skirt to see that she was not wearing any panties and there was a shiny piece of metal embedded between her ass cheeks. It was the wing nut shaped key of a medieval pear! She had a pear inserted into her anus! She lowered her skirt and climbed down the ladder without saying a word.

"Lori! I uhm, I mean... Lori?" I quizzed.

She pressed her finger to my lips. "Shhhhh... this is a library", She whispered.

She walked back to the book check out area and sat at her desk. I followed in total amazement. I slowly walked back to my open study table, wondering how it must feel to have that pear inside of her, wondering how she could even sit in her chair with that thing in her ass?

I could not study anymore. I had to know what was going on with this amazing woman. I walked over to her desk and just stood there.

"Can I help you?", she asked as if she had never seen me before.

"Lori, how... I mean, what... ", I could not make the words come out.

She stood up from her desk and opened a drawer retrieving a set of keys. "Follow me Dr. Lance", she said curling a finger at me.

I followed Lori into one of the private reading rooms, the kind that have a locking door with a glass window. She unlocked the door and we went inside closing and locking the door behind us.

"If we leave the lights off, and close the blinds like this no one can see in" she said adjusting the blinds.

The blinds did not cover the entire window, leaving maybe a half an inch of gap on either side where the dim light from the basement floor of the library peeked through. Just enough light to cast a tiny bit of light onto the table and chairs in the room.

Lori pushed a few chairs out of the way, and bent over the table. She worked her skirt up exposing her firm rounded ass cheeks. She spread her legs and her hand disappeared between her ass cheeks. I watched in amazement as she began to screw the wingnut shaped key counter clockwise. She panted and moaned with each turn.

"Oh... God that feels devine...", she whispered in a low sexy voice.

After three or four turns she withdrew the pear so that four inches were visible in the dim light. It glistened with moisture.

"Lance, this last part is really big. I will pull my cheeks open if you could please gently pull the pear the rest of the way out of my ass..." she murmured grasping her tight ass cheeks and pulling them apart as wide as they would go.

"Okay, um I have never done anything like this before, I'm not sure...", I reluctantly quizzed.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. "Lance, it is a hunk of metal in my ass, pull it out." She said in a sort of commanding tone.

I put my hands on the outer rim of the pear. The metal was still warm from being embedded deep into her ass. I began to pull gently.

"Pull harder Lance, harder!", she commanded.

I pulled quite hard and the pear popped free from her ass.

"Ouch! Oh, not so hard Lance! That's my anus you are ripping in two!" ,she scolded.

I could sense a slight power play in her logic. Making sure I could not win no matter my choice. This Lori person was complicated. But I liked it.

She still held her ass cheeks wide apart. I could see a nice gape where the pear had been.

"Well Lance, what are we going to do?", she asked.

I didn't even know what to say. All I could do is stare in amazement.

"Lance, I will give you to the count of ten to think of something. If at the end of ten you have no plan, I need you to push the pear back into my ass. 10, 9, 8..." she counted while she held her ass wide open.

I just looked at the pear. I held it up to the beam of light coming through the small gap in the blinds. It was very shiny. It had to be chrome plated or something. It looked very modern. Almost like a medical device. The wingnut key that turned the screw could be removed. That is how she was able to sit at her desk while impaled by the pear.

I turned the screw five times clockwise to see how large it had been inside of her anus. The three inch bulb at the end expanded to about 3 and ½ inches. But there were plenty of threads left on the screw. I was sure the device could expand up to six inches in diameter before the screw reached the end.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, okay Einstein I can tell your brain is locked up in thought for the moment. Here is some lubricant", she reached into her waistband and pulled out a small tube of Vaseline. The kind you squirt onto your chapped lips. "Use the whole tube and put it on the tip of the pear", she instructed.

I turned the screw counter clockwise and returned the pear to its closed position. I squirted the lube onto the tip of the pear and placed the pear at the entrance of her ass. I began to push gently.

"Lance, you have to think medieval. Shove the pear into my ass!" she commanded.

I pressed harder, but the pear met with significant resistance.

"Lance, put both hands on the pear and shove it up my ass. Shove just like you are pushing a broken down car off to the side of the road. Back up and put your body into it.", she instructed.

I looked at her creamy white ass, firm, round, spread wide and with that pear pressed up to her gaping hole. I put both hands on the end of the pear and gave it a good hard shove. The thick end of the pear pressed halfway into her anus and then slid back out.

"That's good, just like that only this time a little harder", she begged.

Suddenly we heard keys in the door lock. Someone was trying to unlock the door!

I shoved the pear up her ass for all I was worth. It popped inside and slid right in to the hilt.