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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
21
"Oh god oh god oh you bastard oh I love you oh Jesus god
shit I love you, oh you bastard you filthy shit I love you ohh
god I can't stand it I love you oh I hurt so oh Jesus shit god
shit oh I love you I love you stop this don't stop I can't oh!
I love you! Ahhh--"
It was Ginny. We were in my cellar, which I had specially
prepared for just such situations as this. I was sitting near
Ginny and listening to what she was saying with avid curiosity.
It is not often you hear a girl tell you she loves you in a
position like the one Ginny was in. Ginny was hanging from
my ceiling. Hanging in an exquisitely painful way, with her
wrists lashed together and tied to one hanging rope, her ankles
bound to another, making her body swing in a straining inverted
bow. She was stark naked, arms and legs agonizingly taut with
the weight of her body, lovely breasts dangling and swaying,
smooth stomach rippling with strain. Her head hung down. long
brown hair falling. Ginny's entire body was suffused with
perspiration, her breathing loud and harsh.
She had been like that for two hours.
And that wasn't all. In a small pit in the floor below
her, about five feet below that dangling body, I had built a
small fire. Small but hot. I kept that fire under control,
not allowing it to build to a point at which it could severely
damage Ginny's body. But I kept it high enough so that Ginny
was always aware of its rising heat, always rosy with it, always
uncomfortable because of it. And occasionally I would build
it up higher. High enough to add to her pain. High enough
to make her howl. High enough to cause that fabulous naked
body to twist frantically against its cruel bonds, to jump and
flop around in a way that made my prick throb and jump almost
as much as my yowling Ginny. And I would sit and watch, watch
her flailing and writhing, watch her hair flying around her
tossing head, watch her awful agony until I let the fire die
down again, and Ginny hung limply, gasping, panting, exhausted,
and aching in every fiber.
And this had now been going on for two hours. Ginny was
in a constant state of overwhelming pain, truly unsupportable
pain, pain dominating every muscle, every bone, every inch of
her body and her soul. But this was Ginny, and that unspeakable
agony was also her only way to ecstasy. And that was why at
the same instant that Ginny screamed out with pain and horror,
and with her body's unstoppable longing to be quit of its
torment, her heart and soul was bursting with incredible love--
love for that torment, that all-consuming pain, that helpless
bondage--and for the one who was its cause, its controlloer,
its master and hers.
"Darling Ginny," I said. "What a liar you are. You'd
love anybody who hurt you. Wouldn't you, you bitch?" And I
reached out and gave that taut body a push, just to set it swaying
and to add to its suffering.
"Ahhh," Ginny howled. "Auggghhh! Arrhh! No! No! You!
I love you! Oh! Oh god! It hurts! Oh god! No! Nobody--
nobody hurts me like you do. Nobody can. Only you."
"Should I do that again?" I said.
"No! Yes! No! God, oh Jesus oh god I don't I can't oh
do it no yes no do it I you Jesus--"
"I'll do it," I said, and I did it again, only harder.
"Harrr! Hau! Huh! God! I love you! Yes! I love you!
Yes! Ohh! God! I can't, I can't. Oh Jesus--"
"Would you like to come down, Ginny?" I said. "I'm not
saying I will, mind you. But who knows? Maybe I'm tired of
watching you this way. Would you like that? To come down?"
Ginny gave a pitiful cry. "I--oh god I--I do--I do--I
can't stand it--god--I--but--I--I don't--I--"
"You love it," I said.
"Yes! Shit! I do! Oh you rat bastard son of a bitch
dirty prick I oh I ah no yes no! Yes! Ohhh--"
"If you call me bad things, Gin, I'm going to whip you,"
I said.
Ginny drew in a hissing breath. "Whip me? Like--like
this?"
"Yes," I said. "Just like that."
"Whip me," Ginny said, as if in a trance. And then it
was a prayer. "Whip me. Whip me oh god whip me oh Jesus whip
me whip me all over whip me whip--"
"Shut up," I said, and I threw some sticks on the fire.
"No!" Ginny screamed involuntarily, and soon she was twisting
and flopping and writhing and yelping. And babbling that she
loved me all the time.
At last, when the fire had burned low again, Ginny begged
me to let her down. Begged so piteously, so painfully, that
I couldn't stand any more. I got up and unzipped my pants and
brought out my prick. And I stood on a chair right in front
of Ginny's face and I held her head up by her hair and I stuck
my stiff cock all the way into that twisting mouth and let her
blow me, fucking her mouth and throat and pulling out only to
shoot my load into that lovely face, until it was dripping with
my copious fluid.
I got down and again Ginny begged, crying now, to come
down.
"No," I said. "Stay that way!"
Ginny's wail was part horror, part despair--and part love.
"All day," I said.
"God," Ginny whispered.
"You know," I said, "I'm having a party tonight. A big
party. Lots of kids. You're invited, Ginny. In fact, you
can be the entertainment. Won't that be something?"
"You--you--" Ginny croaked.
"So," I said, "you might as well stay right where you are.
I mean, you don't have to change or anything. You look great.
and think how you'll look by tonight. What i hit you'll make!"
"I can't," Ginny moaned.
"You will," I said.
"You dirty--"
I reached for her tits and took those dangling pink nipples
in my fingers. Pinching them hard, I pulled downward, elongating
those firm round breasts, stretching them and their nipples
agonizinagly, and adding to the straining, pain-inducing weight
of that body against the cutting, bone-wracking bonds.
"Don't!" Ginny shrieked. "No! Don't oh god stop stop
nooh oh oh Jesus god--"
"Shall I?" I said. "Shall I stop?"
"No! No! AHAHAHOHOHOHOHARHARHAUGH NO stop god AUGH!
Bastard you I love it augh oh yes kill me AU I can't--take--
I--oh--do it do it do it I love you hurt me I love it do it
fuck me kill me do it ARRRGH!"
I gave her tits a particularly hard pull and a vicious
final pinch, and I let go and went upstairs.
Ginny hung there all day. I could hear her moaning loudly
as I got ready for my party.
Ginny was a big hit as I had said. She hung there most
of the night too. And she got her wish--she was whipped.
Mercilessly. And finally she was cut down to be spread out
and fucked by all the kids over and over. And when they all
left next morning, I put Ginny back up there as she sobbed and
howled that she loved me.
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