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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
17
"I want you to do me a favor," Doctor Pratt said.
"Okay," I said. "What?"
And Pratt said, "I want you to rape my daughter."
I didn't know what the fuck to say. "You're kidding,"
I said.
"No," Pratt said.
"Why?" I said.
"Because it's time," Pratt said. "And she disturbs me."
"Christ," I said. "Your own daughter? Are you going to--"
"No," Pratt said. "I can't. Not my daughter. Impossible.
Much as I--but no. No. But I will watch. And savor."
"Shit," I said. "How old is she?"
"Fourteen," Pratt said.
"Fourteen!"
"But most nubile. Most...ripe."
"I can't," I said.
"You can," Pratt said. "You will. You and your friends.
About six, I think. Six. To hold her down. To rip her clothes
off. To rape her. Repeatedly. Simultaneously. Endlessly.
To hurt her and degrade her and break her spirit. As I watch."
"Shit," I said again. "Fourteen. What's her name?"
"Jill," Pratt said. "Jill. My nubile daughter."
"Too young," I said.
"Tomorrow," Pratt said. "In my office."
"Okay," I said.
Pratt was right. Jill was ripe. In an unripe way. A
blossoming flower. A budding bloom. Her hair was long and
brown and shining, her lips round and soft and inviting, her
eyes dark and promising, her breasts round and high and small
but luscious, her hips innocently curving, her legs round and
smooth and plump with curving, sensuous young flesh. Altogether
cock-hardening, breath-quickening, making a man itch to pluck
her. And fuck her.
And the most arousing thing about it was that she knew
why she was there. She knew right away, as soon as she saw
the six of us filing into Pratt's office. Her soft eyes got
all round with fright and she began to shake.
"No," she whispered. "Oh, god, no!" She turned to her
father, and she understood the whole thing. "Daddy," Jill gasped.
"Oh, Daddy, no. Oh god, Daddy. Please. Please, no. Daddy.
For god's sake. You can't. Daddy. Please, please, Daddy,
oh no, please..."
And Pratt said, "Rape her."
Jill looked around wildly for some place to run, but she
had no escape. "No," she moaned pitifully, and started to cry.
And Pratt said, "Now. Rape her now."
Six guys moved toward Jill and she backed away, whimpering.
No!" Jill yelled, and again turning to Pratt she was babbling
hysterically. "Daddy, don't let them, don't, Daddy, I'll do
anything you want, please, Daddy, please, no, please..." Sobbing
and clutching at him, and Pratt put his arms around her as if
to protect her from us, holding her tenderly, and then he turned
her around and shove her hard, right at us.
Jill screamed in terror.
All of us grabbed at her, and were about to pull her down
on the floor, but I said, "Hold it a minute." I had got hold
of Jill's long brown hair, and now I pulled on it hard, yanking
her head back, so she was looking up at me, eyes wild with fright.
I grinned down into her terrified face.
"Jill, darling," I said. "This is going to be a real kick."
Jill was moaning and sobbing, and I pulled that hair harder,
and I jammed my mouth down onto her twisting young lips. Jill
cried out into my mouth and tried to pull away, only giving
herself more pain in her scalp. I plundered that writhing mouth,
mashing our lips together, thrusting my tongue rapaciously into
that squalling cavity, probing and plundering, loving the sensations
of Jill's struggling, her soft, sweet, squirming lips, her captive
mouth, her smothered sounds of agony and horror and shame, her
twisting, sqwuirming body pressed hard against mine.
I was panting as I finally let her go, and in a moment
that lust-arousing young girl was down on the floor, and that
maddening nymphet's body was spread out, spread taut and held
fast by wrists and ankles, helpless and open and struggling
vainly, flailing, bucking, writhing frantically.
"I," I said with some difficulty, "will do the honors."
And I was about to strip Jill of her clothing, but Pratt
said, "Wait." And Pratt, breathing hard, got down and lay on
top of his sobbing, horrified daughter.
"Jill," Pratt said, his body crushing hers. "My Jill.
I can't have you Jill, no matter how I want you. Your body.
I can't. But I can do this. This," Pratt said. "This." And
Pratt was humping Jill's body, moving passionately, fucking
his daughter through their clothes. And groaning and loving
it to beat the band. "This," Pratt said again and again. "This.
This. This. Oh, you darling lovely bitch daughter Jill now
now NOWWW!"
Pratt had obviously come, and Jill was sobbing in shame,
and Pratt got up and said, "Do it."
I got down, and with loving anticipation I put my hand
on Jill's top button.
"Rip it," Pratt said. He had a thing about ripping.
Fuck him, I thought.
"No," I said. "I want to strip Jill slowly. It's more
humiliating that way. Right, Jill?"
"No," Jill said. "Don't. Please, don't, please. Please
god. I--I'm only--"
"Fourteen," I said. "I know. But by god, nobody in this
room doesn't have a hard-on for you. Including your father."
"Oh god," Jill said.
I stripped Jill slowly. Button by button by button I opened
her blouse. Slowly I took off her skirt. And slowly I took
the virginal white bra from those budding, blossoming breasts.
And lastly I slowly and gradually drew her panties down her
soft round thighs.
And I looked deep into Jill's pleading, despairing, horror-
filled dark eyes as I slowly and deliberately violated her precious
virginity.
And then I fucked the shit out of her.
And all the other guys did too.
And Pratt watched.
And all of us fucked Jill in the mouth, forcing our pricks
into her throat as she gagged and sobbed, shooting our gism
into her gullet and making her swallow it all.
And then we turned her over and fucked her asshole as she
screamed and howled.
And Pratt watched.
Then we did all those things to her at once as Pratt watched.
And when we couldn't do any more we emptied our bladders
on her face and hair and body and then we spread Jill out again
and started to whip her with our belts. On her thighs, on her
tits, on her stomach. Jill was almost out of her mind with
pain and horror and degradation.
And at one point Pratt stood over the flailing body of
his violated daughter and, watching as the hard straps whipped
her tender flesh, masturbated happily, until his gism arched
from his cock and fell onto Jill's screaming face.
Pratt got down and rubbed the stuff around his daughter's
face. Then his hand almost of its own volition slid down.
The whipping stopped as Pratt's hand slid onto Jill's aching
breast. And squeezed, squeezed hard until Jill howled and twisted,
and finally Pratt said, "i can't. I must. I must."
And he flung his body on top of Jill's and Jill screamed
"NOOOOO!!" But Pratt took his daughter and fucked her and came
in triumphant fury.
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