The Librarian Ch. 01

"I have questions," she looked up and saw they were pulling into a roadside diner.

She looked at her watch and saw it was after one in the afternoon and her stomach began to growl. She was hungry...and she needed a drink. At the library she would eat a sandwich for lunch and drink a bottle of water but the water was actually half vodka.

"You can ask questions over lunch. When I tell you to," the man said pulling into a parking space near the door to the diner.

He turned to look at her; once again surprised at her appearance.

"Rules."

"Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to talk. Don't try to escape or tell anyone anything about what we're doing. And no fucking drinking," he growled.

The librarian nodded.

They took a booth right in back away from the dwindling lunchtime crowd. A waitress in the obligatory pink and white striped dress, white apron, tan pantyhose and comfortable white sports shoes came over to take their order. Her hair was big, her makeup heavy and she was chewing gum. She was a charactuer of a mid-west roadside diner waitress.

The waitress beamed her smile at them, lingering on the man. She was obviously taken by his handsomeness. The librarian noticed the man paid attention to the waitress' legs; the tan hosiery shimmered in the light streaming in through the big windows.

"Whatchyaall havin' sugar?" she said in her best mid-west drawl.

"Two burgers, medium rare, fries, slaw on the side and a chocolate shake," the man grinned back at her.

"And for the missus?" the waitress asked.

"This thing ain't my missus. She'll have the same; and bring us coffee after," the man said gruffly.

The waitress was taken aback but she regained her composure. All kinds of assholes come into a roadside diner.

"I can't..." the librarian was about to protest.

"What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?" the man growled.

The waitress put her best fake smile back on her face.

"I'll be right back with your order."

"Asshole!" she whispered under her breath.

"I can't eat that!" the librarian whispered impatiently.

"You've been living on booze and cigarettes for too long. You probably think you look good thin, but you're actually emaciated and I need you to have some energy reserves for what I need you to do," the man replied.

"If you don't eat every bite I'm going to get the waitress to put it in a blender and I'll put it down you with a funnel."

"I need a cigarette," the librarian said petulantly.

"There's no smoking in here. You can have one after," the man replied.

"Now. You have questions," the man studied a sachet of Sweet n Low.

"Like I said, last time I saw Sloane was at the reading of Amanda's will and she was hanging around with that skunk Billy Kettering," the librarian began.

"She didn't stay with him. When she sold the property she inherited, Billy tried to steal the money and he nearly got away with it. But he didn't. Billy's gone; no need to ask where," the man replied.

"She looked like shit. She'd gone to fat and was drunk all the time," the librarian mused.

"Like you can talk," the man looked at her disgustedly.

"She wasn't fat she was pregnant. She lost Billy, she lost twenty pounds, and she gained sobriety. She went back to hairdressing and doing makeup and nails. Set up her own store with the proceeds from the farm."

"And she raised a daughter," the man said.

"It was hard for Sloane; her mother had a bad reputation, Sloane herself had a bad reputation and the town was split in their opinion of you. Some thought you were brave and some thought you were a freak. Because of her relationship to you and the implications that she had something to do with what happened to you at the Prom it basically meant that both sides of the town hated her," he went on.

"I don't need you to tell me about my mother and sister," the librarian snapped.

"But they aren't really are they? Amanda was your aunt and Sloane is your cousin. Those bits of paper issued by the Texas Supreme Court don't change what you are in my eyes," the man replied.

"If you're talking about my birth certificate and adoption papers they are valid not only in the state of Texas but in the Republic of the USA," the librarian replied petulantly.

"Were valid," the man replied.

"What does that mean?" the librarian replied, shock evident in her voice.

"Shut up here comes the food," the man hissed.

They ate in silence for a while, the librarian struggling with the amount of food in front of her but the man's glare told her he was serious about getting the blender.

"The daughter's name is Stacy and she's twenty. She's a good kid but she carried a lot of baggage with her at her old school because of who her mother is."

"Sloane met my boss, Steve Patterson, five years ago. He fell head over heels for her; she's a great looking woman and she hadn't touched a drop of booze or been with a man since Stacy was born. She didn't get caught easy; she's a feisty one that woman," the man continued.

"Yeah I know," a wistful smile appeared briefly on the librarian's face.

"He landed her eventually and they made a family, Sloane, Stacy and he. He's in construction and he counts his money in millions. They moved into his place in Austin to live the American dream; which they did," he continued.

"Until..."

"There's always an until," the librarian said.

Her mouth was dry and she was finding it hard to concentrate. She needed a drink.

"Here!" the man looked around the diner saw the coast was clear and pulled a half-pint of vodka from inside his coat.

He dumped half the bottle in the remains of the librarian's shake.

"I know you can't make a drunk go cold turkey without they get sick so I'm rationing you," the man said, disgust evident in his voice.

The librarian started to gulp the shake and the man pushed it away from her face.

"Sip it goddamn you! Through the straw like a normal person," he hissed.

The librarian looked up at him, guilt evident in her own eyes and saw only coldness in his.

"Until?" the librarian coaxed him.

"Until Stacy started hanging around with the wrong crowd and started doing dumb shit. Booze, drugs, boys. Sloane and Steve thought it was just the usual teenage rebellion; then she went missing."

"I got the job of trying to find her but up until recently I couldn't find a thing. I'd just about given up, figuring she was going to be like the thousands of missing girls on the milk cartons."

"Then I found something. Something bad," he looked away distastefully.

"So where do I come into it? Everything you've said makes sense with what I've read in the file but I still don't see where you need me?" the librarian sucked up the last of the boozy milkshake through the straw.

"Your connection to Tina Anderson. Another like you," he gritted his teeth.

"She's living with Devon Devine; they're business partners as well as lovers. They own Xavier Productions. It's in the file," the man said reaching for his wallet.

"It's twenty each with a tip," the man said looking at the check.

The librarian rummaged in her purse and found two fives and a ten which she added to his crisp new twenty on the Formica table.

"You can have that cigarette now," he rose from his seat and librarian followed.

They lit up in the parking lot.

"So?" the librarian looked at him questioningly.

"It's in file. You've got the MBA, figure it out," the man flicked ash.

The librarian sighed.

"You want me to help you with Tina. I get that. But why?" she asked again.

"Get in; we've got a long way to go," the man said unlocking the Mustang with his remote.

The librarian squeezed into her seat and fastened her belt. Before taking off the man took out an electronic tablet and put a flash drive in the USB port. He plugged a set of headphones in the device and handed it to the librarian.

"Open the file marked 'X', it will autoplay. You probably won't want to watch it all but I want you to. No I take that back; you have to," the man dropped the tablet into the librarians lap and put the car in gear.

The librarian put the ear buds in her ears, looked at the screen and opened the file marked X and the video feature started. The opening credits identified it as a Xavier Production starring a bunch of stupid porn star names, then the movie started proper.

A young girl was chained to the ceiling. She was heavily made up and her blonde hair had been styled into a big frizzy do. The dark mascara and eyeliner accentuated her green eyes, her full lips were coated with shiny red lipstick. She was wearing a waist-cinching corset which squeezed her voluptuous breasts, gave her a wasp-like waist and flattened her belly but emphasised her plump buttocks.

There were six garters hanging from each side on the corset clipped to the welts of silky black, fully-fashioned stockings. There was just an inch of bare white flesh visible between her stockings and the corset. She had on a pair of tiny lace panties and she was balancing precariously on six-inch, black patent leather high heels.

Her arms were stretched above her; her wrists shackled to chains that were fastened to a ring fixed to the ceiling. She could barely keep her balance.

The background appeared to be a dungeon but was easily discernible as a movie set.

The dialogue was the usual inane discourse one expected in pornography of this type. She was a naughty girl who needed to be punished said the first man to come into scene. He was dressed in black leather boots, chaps and vest; his large penis semi-erect. He berated the poor girl who cringed, begged and cried but all to no avail. He flailed her with a short leather whisk until she was sobbing. Then he spun her around on the chain, ripped off her panties and sodomised her while she thrashed about on the chain.

He pulled out and ejaculated over her body and left.

The next scene involved two hefty men dressed similarly to the first, they came into the dungeon and took turns whipping the helpless girl, who's makeup was now a mess and hair was dishevelled. They pulled off her corset so they could whip the bare skin of her buttocks and her back, raising large red welts on her pale skin while she screamed. Before she could pass out they took her down and used her vaginally, anally and orally and then ejaculated on her face. Not happy with that they proceeded to urinate on her before they left the scene.

The movie finished with a panning close up of the girl lying on the floor sobbing, covered in semen and urine.

"Oh my god it's just awful!" the librarian pulled the buds out of her ears and closed the file.

"That's Stacy Patterson. And we're going to get her back!" the man said through gritted teeth as he stared out the window.

To be continued...