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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
14
I was having a party. At my house. I had invited a judicious
selection of guests. Twelve guys. One girl. Ginny.
It was to be her coming-out party.
"Fellow," I said, "this is Ginny. Our guest of honor."
Most of them looked with awe on this sophisticated looking older
girl. "Ginny is an interesting case," I said. "She is with
us tonight of her own volition--although she knows, more or
less, what is about to happen to her. Ginny is free to leave
at any time. Most of you have participated in or witnessed
certain activities of a--shall I say disciplinary nature--with
certain young ladies in our school. But in such cases the ladies
had no choice--or no alternative that they cared to take advantage
of. Gloria, for instance, is horribly constrained by what I
know about a particular night which she will do anything to
keep hidden. Anything, to the point of physical and spiritual
ruin. And Holly is so afraid of some hold Henry has on her
that she too will allow her soul and body to suffer unimaginably.
And Joanna is forced to violate everything she is and submit
to all horrors for fear of the insufferable pain that Alma can
put her through. And so forth. Any of these girls would get
as far away as they possibly could from us if only there was
any way for them to do so. But Ginny is a different case altogether.
Nothing is holding her. No blackmail, no hiddden facts, no threat
of pain or retaliation. Only Ginny herself. And her helpless
desires. Am I right, Ginny?"
Ginny was looking straight ahead, chin up, defiant but
shaking. "You know it is," Ginny said, glaring at me.
"Ginny," I said, "do you know what you are in for tonight?"
Ginny swallowed and nodded.
"Not all of it," I said. "You probably know you will be
debased and degraded and humiliated; you probably know that
you will be fucked again and again in every hole you own; you
probably know you will be hurt and tormented in many agonizing
ways; you probably know you will crawl for us, and suck and
fuck for us, and scream and howl and twist and squirm and kick
and writhe and cry for us--"
"Bastard," Ginny said in a shaking voice. "Oh, you dirty
miserable son of a bitch."
"But I'll bet you don't know this, Ginny. I bet you didn't
anticipate that when all of us are finished with you--when every
guy in this room has had his fill of your cunt and your ass
and your mouth, and has gotten tired of hurting you and watching
you crawl and listening to you howl for mercy--after all that,
I am going to spread your luscious body out on a plastic sheet
and then all of us are going to piss on you."
"No!" Ginny cried.
"Yes," I said. "All of us--one by one--will piss our guts
out all over your sweet college girl's body. All over. From
top to bottom. All the piss we're going to accumulate throughout
this long pleasure-filled night. That's a lot of piss, Ginny.
You'll be soaked with it, sopping with it, you'll be lucky if
you don't drown in it. And you'll drink it, too. Oh, yes.
I'm going to aim most of mine right into your mouth, Ginny,
and I'm going to make sure that mouth stays open to take it.
And that you swallow it. All of it, every last drop. You'll
be nothing but a piss-soaked cunt, inside and out. You didn't
know that, did you, Ginny?"
Ginny was crying now. "Oh god," she sobbed. "Oh, you--
oh you filthy--oh god--no--don't--no--"
"Now, Ginny," I said. "Now you know what's in store for
you. Most of it, anyway. So now is your big chance. You can
still go. If you want to. Right now. You can go, and nobody
will stop you. And I'll never bother you again. There's the
door, Ginny. Go. If you can. Go."
Sobbing harder, Ginny swayed, then sank to her knees.
"I can't," she choked. "Oh god, oh Jesus, I can't. Oh Christ
helpl me, I can't, I can't. I can't leave. Oh please. Please
Have mercy. I'm a cunt slave, I'm a shit-sucking twat, just
a bitch shit whore slave. I need you. I can't go. Kill me,
god, kill me."
The guys all were staring with popped eyes and murmuring.
"You see," I said triumphantly. "Ginny is ours. All ours.
You can see what a sexy outfit she's got on. I told her to
wear it. Such a sophisticated gown. Low cut. Short. And
guess what she's got on underneath?"
"What?" somebody said.
"Tell us, Ginny," I said.
"Nothing," Ginny said shakily.
"Go on," I said.
Ginny took a shuddering breath. "Nothing," she said again.
"You told me not to put on any underwear, so I didn't. I'm
naked beneath this gown. Bare and naked. For you. For--for
all of you."
"Stand up," I said.
Ginny stood up and I told her to rip that gown down the
front, and she did, with a cry of loss, and I told her to slip
it off, and she did. I had her display her curving body to
all the watching guys, and then I let them all touch her all
over, and then I had her crawl for a while, crawl around among
us with her tits swaying and her thighs working and her long
brown hair brushing the floor.
And then to kick off the erotic festivities I had her fuck
Billy, fuck her brother while we all watched. Fuck him until
he came and Ginny had to come too. And then I let them at her,
let them all fuck her and fuck her and fuck her and made her
suck us all, all of us, and when all of us were temporarily
satiated I hung her up and the whipping started.
Ginny had been whipped before but not hung up like that
by her wrists, with her helpless body swaying and twisting as
the straps slammed into her soft breasts and ass and back and
thighs and stomach and crotch. Ginny screamed and howled and
begged, but also climaxed again and again under the continuous
lashing. We did other things to her too, and when I cut her
down we were all hard again and we used Ginny's tortured body
for several more hours.
And finally as dawn was coming in the windows I laid Ginny
out on her back and all of us pissed on her while she sobbed
and shuddered, emptying our bladders all up and down Ginny's
writhing, whip-striped body, all of us standing around her in
a circle and inundating her with our stinking piss. And I told
her to open her mouth and I directed my piss right down her
throat and I said, "Swallow it, Ginny. Swallow every drop."
And Ginny swallowed and swallowed and then got sick and vomited
on the floor. And I told her to lick it up. Ginny rolled over
and guys pissed on her back as she licked and ate her own vomit,
choking and gagging. And her hair fell into it and she was
sobbing and retching and eating it and I was hard again.
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