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Suffering Students by V.P. Viddler (torture, inces
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torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these
things offend you, do not read.
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SUFFERING STUDENTS
by V.P. Viddler
10
Each morning I was awakened by Holly's sounds of suffering.
It was a beautiful way to wake up.
Usually I tied Holly spread-eagled on my bed as tightly
stretched as I could get her. That way she was always there
any time I wanted her during the night. I usually just slept
on top of that taut body, sprawling over Holly's bountiful soft
bumps and hollows. I don't think Holly got a lot of sleep with
my body crushing her into the mattress and pulling her wrists
and ankles cruelly against their bonds, not to mention my waking
up to fuck her now and then. By morning Holly was a mass of
pain, and I would wake to the lovely sounds of her gasping and
groaning and sobbing. It was sweeter than the most soothing
music. I would like listening, listening to that agony, savoring
the harsh panting and the broken moans, lying on that twitching
body. I would just lie there and listen until those noises
had made my cock hard and throbbing, and then I would roll right
over and thrust my prick up into Holly's warm cunt and fuck
her swiftly and hard, just to get off. And Holly would sob
and make rattling sounds of pain into my ear, and her soft body
would strain and try vainly to pull away, and in a minute I
would shoot my first load of the day up into Holly's helplessly
squirming twat.
After that my cock would relax enough for me to take a
piss, so I would crawl up Holly's body and sit down on her tits
and stick my dick in her mouth. If she tried to twist her
face away, I would grab hold of her hair and pull on it till
she howled. And then I would ask her if she wouldn't like to
taste my piss. And swallow it. And Holly would nod, in spite
of the pain it caused with me still holding her hair so tightly,
and I would slide my dick slowly into her waiting, quivering
mouth. And then I would let go all the piss that had built
up during the night. All of it, letting it pour out into Holly's
helpless mouth, down her throat. On and on. And Holly swallowed
it. She swallowed and swallowed, frantically drinking the foul
stuff down as it came from my cock, swallowing as fast as she
could to keep from choking on it, and also to avoid losing any.
Holly knew I didn't like it if she let any piss spill out of
her mouth. I would punish her for that. Horribly. So she
gulped down all of it, and when I had finished she sucked the
last drops out of my prick and swallowed them also. And then
she would gag and choke for a while, sick with all that piss
she had drunk, but struggling to keep it down. Because if she
threw up I would make her eat it.
Sometimes just watching her I would get all hard again,
and I'd just stick my dick back between Holly's soft trembling
lips and have her suck me off. If she didn't do a good job
with her lips and tongue, I would play with her long dark hair,
pulling and twisting it to elicit Holly's wonderful groans and
sobs and gasps, and to encourage her to put her heart into what
she was doing.
After I shot down her throat, I would finally until Holly
and take her into the bathroom, where I allowed her to sit on
the toilet for ten minutes, while I watched whatever she did.
Holly hated that. Then I got into the shower and Holly would
wash my body, and dry me off afterwards. And dress me. And
then Holly would make breakfast. Naked. And as I ate my breakfast
at the table, Holly ate hers off the floor. On her hands and
knees.
At last I would let her get dressed in her school outfit--
a tight, tight, very thin T-shirt, and the shortest skirt I
could find, which came just barely below her crotch--when she
was standing up.
And I would put Holly's leash on her and we would go to
school.
I almost caused a riot the first morning I made Holly crawl
up the front steps of the school, crawl on all fours all the
way up the broad stairs, with the dog leash around her neck
and me holding the other end, pulling her along. Holly was
crying, but that just made her more exciting.
Nobody gave me any trouble about it, because by now I was
king of that school. Only one instructor said anything, and
that was my anatomy instructor, Mr. Gibbs. And I took care
of that very simply by pointing out to him how Holly could be
used to demonstrate some esoteric points in his anatomy lectures.
Mr. Gibbs swiftly saw the merit of that argument. ASnd Holly
became a volunteer during his class that same day.
Mr. Gibbs illustrated his anatomical lecture by hanging
Holly up from the ceiling by her wrists, bringing her luscious
body into high relief, with her full round tits thrusting up
and out, and her pitiful skirt hoisted high on those magnificent
thighs. Mr. Gibbs took a long, thin, flexible pointer, and
to demonstrate the resilience of the human body, he whacked
it as hard as he could across Holly's straining breasts. Before
Holly had stopped screaming, he did it again. And to make sure
all his pupils got the point, he did it five or six more times,
thwacking that stick across Holly's wonderful titties until
her shrieks almost burst our eardrums. Then he started whipping
the stick across her thighs, to show us the propensity of human
skin to absorb hard blows by converting them into marks. Lots
of marks. The hanging girl twisted and squirmed and wriggled
so gorgeously tthat nobody wanted to go away when class was over.
Luckily it was our last class, so we all hung around a while.
We had a contest to see who could rip Holly's T-shirt off.
The guy that won got to whip her on the bare breasts. After
him, we all took a turn at doing that. By that time Holly was
howling and babbling and going crazy with agony and horror,
and it was the most erotic sight you can imagine. So we cut
Holly down and four guys held her down across Mr. Gibbs' desk
and we all fucked her, one by one, on and on as Holly screamed.
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