Your boyfriend told you that he's managed to work up a significant debt with some really dangerous people.  He gave you a bag with several thousand pounds in and asked if you would meet them in town and the money will settle the debt.  He promised you that you would be safe and the meeting would be in a public place.

You get into town nervously clutching the shopping bag of cash.  You check your phone to see that your boyfriend has messaged you to say that the meeting is going to be in the town library in the non-fiction section.  You walk into the library.  It's late in the day and there are still people reading.  While it's not completely silent you can hear the very low level murmurs of people and the sound of pages being turned.

You make your way to the non-fiction section.  It's almost empty except for one guy sitting at a table.  Nervously you slowly approach the table.  The guy looks up at you and then the shopping bag.  "So Dave sent you instead of coming himself?" He asks in a hushed voice.  You nod slowly, clutching the bag.  He gestures to the seat opposite him.  You slowly approach the table and sit down.  Your hands are noticeably trembling.  "The bag."  He whispers. "Here." You answer and pass the bag over. He snatches the bag from you and growls "Keep your voice down.  We don't want to be disturbed here."  He shows you a knife, pointing it at you he says "If we get disturbed it causes me a problem and if I have a problem I will kill you"  He puts the bag by his feet and looks into it while rummaging through the cash.

You look around.  You can't see anyone else walking around.  You hear the guy exhale a sigh, he nods and looks up from the bag.  "That's it then."  He gets up from the table and walks past you towards the door.  You sigh with relief. 

The guy grabs your hair from behind jerking your head back.  You want to scream but you can only squeak in shock.  "Not a sound" he growls in your ear.  He pulls you up to your feet by your hair, you can feel the knife prodding into your back.  With your hair in his grip you're marched towards a bookshelves at the back of the section.  "The money's short.  It's not fucking enough."  He says to you in a hushed tone.  You try to turn your head to face him but he's holding your hair tight.  "Please.  It's all I was given'" you cry. "Quiet"  he growls as he thrusts you forward before he pushes you to the floor behind some bookshelves. "How are you going to make the money up?" He asks looking down at you.  You shake your head and stammer "I don't know.  I don't know anything about it." He lurches forward towards you and puts the knife to your neck.  "I told you.  Not a word".  You quickly nod to say you understand.  Then he stands up and undoes his trousers pulling out his hard cock.  Your eyes go wide as you realise what he's going to do. "No"  you whimper "Not that.  I don't..." he grabs your hair and forces his cock into your open mouth and to the back of your throat.  He holds it there and whispers "That should keep you quiet"  his cock feels so uncomfortable at the back of your throat.  You raise your hands to try and push him away.  To your relief he eases his cock out allowing you to breathe.  Then he grips the back of your head with both hands and vigorously fucks your mouth.  You try to cry out but you can't make a noise beyond his cock.  Your eyes well up with tears as you hit his thighs, but he doesn't stop.

He begins to fuck your mouth harder and groans quietly as he tightens his grip on your head.  You try to pull away because you don't want him to shoot his cum in your mouth.  His cock slides out of your mouth and he releases his grip on your head leaving you gasping for air.  He puts his finger to your mouth to shush you.  "Do you want to keep paying the debt with your mouth?" He whispers.  You can only shake your head while sobbing.  He crouched down and runs his hand up your thigh, between your legs and under your skirt.  You let out a high pitched whimper. "How about I get my money's worth from your pussy?" As he runs his fingers on your pussy over your panties.  "No" you squeal.  He takes his hand out from under your skirt and forces it over your mouth. "Not a sound.  Remember." He whispers to you.  "I won't finish in your mouth or pussy. Don't worry.' You sigh and start to steady your breathing, but he grabs you around the neck and lifts you to your feet.  Before you can react he forces you to bend over a table.  "Wait" you whisper "You said you wouldn't" He lifts your skirt and pulls your panties up hard between your pussy lips until they rip.  Then he grips your arse cheeks, prising them apart.  "Please" is all you can whisper.  Then he rams his cock into your tight asshole, the only lubricant is your saliva.  The sudden pain makes you yelp.  

He puts his hand on your head pushing it down onto the table and holds the knife in front of your face.  "Shhhh."  He hisses.  "It's a library" as he pounds into your tight ass.  Each hard thrust makes you exhale and muffled squeak as you try to remain quiet.  All you can let out through the pain is a whimpering "please cum" as you're desperate for it to end.

He grabs your hair as he pulls his cock out of your ass and drags you off of the table onto your knees.  For a moment you're left staring at his cock that's just been impaling your ass.  Before you can protest he pushes the tip into your mouth, jerking his cock as he holds your head in place until he forcibly shoots his cum into your mouth.

He releases your hair and leaving you to slump in an exhausted heap on the floor.  He dresses himself and picks up the bag of cash and walks to the door as if nothing had happened.  He says "Tell Dave that this only pays part of the debt and interest will start to grow" as he leaves you on the floor with his cum dripping from your mouth and chin.