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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
22
"Jolly jouncing jiggling juddering gyrating Joanna. With
the juicy jellylike jugs. Joanna jogs my gism."
"Not him," Joanna said, but not with any real hope. "God,
not him."
"Now, now," I said. "Henry's no worse thatn I am. I'll
hurt you just as much as he will. Possibly more. And I'm going
to enjoy it just as much, too. Probably more."
"I know," Joanna said in that same hopeless tone. "You're
both alike. Awful sadistic monsters. Sick pain-loving bastards."
"Joanna," I said. "Take off your clothes."
"Not him," Joanna said. "I'll do anything. Oh god."
"Why bother?" I said. "You know it's dumb. You know I'm
not going to send Henry away. You know why you're here. Don't
you, Joanna? You're here to give us pleasure. Both of us.
To entertain us. With your pain. And your screams. And your
tender young body. Both of us. You know that, don't you, Joanna?
"
Joanna had tried to put up a brave front, but now it was
starting to crumble. Her pretty face was pale. "I--yes," she
whispered. "Jerry--look--"
"Apologize to Henry," I said. "You hurt his feelings."
"Right," Henry said. "Hurting Henry. How hard. Henry
will have to hurt back. Horrible howling hurt."
"I--I'm sorry," Joanna said abjectly. All that bravado
had quickly dissipated, and had left a very frightened young
girl. "I'm really sorry. I--I apologize. Don't--don't--"
But she knew it was no use to ask us not to hurt her. As I
had said, that was why she was there.
"Joanna," I said. "I told you to take off your clothes.
What are you waiting for?"
"I can't," Joanna said shakily.
"What?"
Joanna suddenly went down on her knees.
"Please," she said piteously. "Jerry, please. Look, I'm
begging you. I'm begging. I'll do anything for you. Both
of you. Anything. God, I--I...just tell me what you want
me to do and I'll do it, I swear I will, I swear it, you don't
have to hurt me, Jerry, for god's sake, you've hurt me enough,
you've hurt me so much, so many times, you've made me scream
and crawl and oh dear god don't any more you can do whatever
you want just please I-I'll scream for you, I'll crawl, I'll
beg, I'll suck your cocks, I'll lick out your ass, I-I'll be
your slave, don't oh god oh no oh no oh my god--" Joanna was
babbling frantically, but she finally ran down as she saw that
Henry and I were just standing there grinning at her. And
she burst into sobs of despair and terror.
Actually, Joanna had known from the beginning that it was
no use. That what we wanted from her was her agony. But the
prospect of such pain is not easily dealt with.
And now, crying and shaking, Joanna took off her clothes.
Still on her knees, because she didn't have the strength to
stand up.
But in another two minutes she was standing all right.
Standing very straight. On her toes. Because her toes were
the only part of her that could touch the floor. As she hung
by her wrists. Hanging that way, wrists bound tight together
high over her head, that fantastic round body was a taut, straining
line. From her twisting, clutching hands to her painfully stretching,
aching arms to her agonizingly pulled shoulders to her heaving
chest to her round, high buoyant and out-thrust breasts, to
her flat, stretching torso to her smooth soft stomach to her
gorgeously curving hips to her brown-haired beckoning crotch
to her marvellous shapely thighs to her sculpted, taut, strain-
rippling calves to her straining, reaching feet, Joanna was
a fabulously, erotically enticing sight to drool over.
"Beautiful," Henry said. "It's always so exciting this
way. To take the strain off her toes she has to hang by her
wrists, and the pain is so bad she has to stand on her toes
again. No break in the pain. I do enjoy that."
"Hold on," I said. "I have a new wrinkle today."
"Oh?" Henry said.
"Look at what's under her feet," I said.
"Ahah," Henry said. "It's a metal plate. What could this
portend?"
"It heats up," I said. "Electrically."
"Wow!" Henry said. "Yes! Christ! Do it!"
Joanna got the idea also, and she let out a cry of horror.
"No!" she howled. "No god no please please--"
"Heat," Henry said. "Horrible hot heat to hurt her ho
ho."
"Okay," I said. "I'm turning it on," and I did.
Joanna began to whimper with fearful anticipation. The
metal plate heated up rapidly.
"Watch," I said. "Watch her dance."
"Yes!" Henry said. "Oh, yeah! Dance, baby. Dance for
us. That's it. Dance!"
And Joanna danced. As the metal got red-hot, she pulled
herself up with a shriek, holding her legs high as she hung
her weight on her wrists. But the pain of the cruel rope cutting
into her flesh, and the strain in her tiring thighs forced her
to lower those curvaceous limbs. And from then on Joanna danced
for us, a frantic, screaming, kicking, agonizing and cock-stiffeningly
erotic dance of pain, her body twisting wildly, breasts bouncing
and rolling, hair flying about her thrashing head as she desperately
hopped from one foot to the other, yowling with torment as she
burned her toes on hot metal, writhing and squirming and abrading
her bound wrists by hanging on the rope as both sexy legs kicked
uncontrollably in air. Yelling and screaming with pain and
torture. It was a sight to see. And Henry and I watched.
Watched until Joanna's wild gyrations had that fine body running
with sweat, until her throat was hoarse and raw with screaming
and howling and pleading, until she was gasping and panting
and struggling for breath, but unable to stop that awful, wonderful,
horrible, fantastically stimulating dance of pain.
And then I walked up to Joanna and took my clothes off
and stood right in front of that twisting, frantic body, straddling
the hot metal plate. With a desperate cry, Joanna lunged that
body at me and clutched at me with her flailing, strain-wracked
legs, wrapping them tightly around my thighs in a frantic effort
to use my body to allow her to keep her toes off that burning
floor and the weight of her body of those painfully cutting
ropes. I grinned and took a small step forard, allowing her
to clamp me more tightly with those thighs and press that voluptuous
body harder to mine. I gloried in the sensation of that whole
sexy wriggling twisting body against me, those hard firm breasts
rolling against my chest, soft smooth thighs clutching my hips.
Joanna cried out as I took my stiff, throbbing prick and
positioned it at her pussy; but I said, "Fuck me, Joanna. Fuck
me good or by god I'll go away and let you stay here for the
day."
So Joanna took me into her squirming, jouncing cunt and
I fucked that clutching, twisting, jerking body joyfully as
she sobbed and cried and hated it all, and held onto my body
for all she was worth.
"I'll fuck her too," Henry said. "In the ass."
"Later," I said. "Right now I want you to whip her."
"No!" Joanna screamed.
"Yes. Whip you while I'm fucking you. Or do you want
me to stop?"
"No! God no!"
"Okay. Tell Henry to whip you."
"Ahh! Whip me!" Joanna howled, and Henry did so hard and
happily and I fucked that pain-maddened body as the whip slashed
into her.
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