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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
24
I was pissed. I didn't want to kill Judy. I liked hurting
girls, not killing them. I was pissed at Roy and mostly at
myself, but I was pissed.
And I was going to damn well take it out on somebody.
I saw Holly in the hall. "Holly," I said. "You're in
for it tonight. But good."
Holly almost shit her pants.
"Bring Henry," I said. "And be naked when you get there.
I'm not wasting and time."
Holly wanted to beg, but was too scared, and anyway she
could tell it would only make things worse.
That night I was waiting in the cellar and Holly brought
Henry down. She was naked. So was I. Soon Henry was too.
"Hokay," Henry said. "Henry's here with Holly. Henry's
hot for Holly too. How about hurting Holly so Holly howls and
Henry humps her. How heavenly."
"Shut up," I said. "If you cut that crap out, Henry, I
promise you the greatest fuck you ever had in your life. Absolutely.
The best fuck of all time. I guarantee it. Is it a deal?"
"Hokay!" Henry said. "What's it all about?"
"Remember what I did to Joanna?" I said.
"God," Henry said. "That chick was hanging on to you and
humping you to beat the band and screaming and howling for me
to whip her. You kept her at it and you made her keep asking
me to whip her again and again, and she did, Jesus, just so
she wouldn't have to--"
"Right," I said. "And it's still there."
"So it is," Henry said. "I take it Holly is going to get
a taste of it too."
"Bet your ass," I said. "Holly--on the floor."
Holly didn't know what was going on but she was scared
shitless anyhow. She got down and I laid her out on her back.
I tied her wrists together and pulled her arms back over her
head and tied them off. Holly lay with arms stretched back,
pulling her beautiful breasts up to attention, shaking in
anticipation of she knew not what.
But Henry did. Because Holly's fine round buttocks were
resting on the metal plate in the floor.
"Oh Jesus Christ shit!" Henry said. "That's brilliant!
Oh shit! What a ride this will be!"
"Right," I said. "Now the only question is, should I splay
her legs out and peg them down, or should I leave them free.
What do you think?"
"Uh-huh," Henry said. "If you tie them you'll get all
that wonderful pulling and straining and struggling and rippling
muscles and helpless--Okay. But--if you don't, Christ, think
of how Holly can wrap those damn things around a guy and shit,
it would be some fucking ride! Leave them."
"Hell," I said. "Maybe I'll try it both ways."
"Am I first?" Henry said.
"Go," I said. "Spread, Holly."
Holly still didn't know what was going to happen to her,
but she obediently spread her gorgeous legs and Henry got down
and lay on top of her and rammed his cock up her pussy.
"Great cunt, Holly," he said. "Okay, captain. Blast her
off."
"Right," I said, and turned the switch. And it started.
The plate heated up. And Holly's eyes got wide and terrified
and she shook her head and started to say something, but by
then the metal was red hot and Holly began to scream.
And, as I had said, Henry got the greatest fuck of his
life.He lay there on top of her, his weight holding her down,
keeping her buttocks positioned unescapably above that burning
metal square, as Holly's body did everything in its power to
get away from that terrible burning, searing, flesh-branding
agony. As Henry had said, Holly wrapped her legs frantically
around him, trying to use his body as leverage, arching like
an epileptic underneath him, arching desperately again and again
and falling back under his weight, straining every muscle and
fiber in her sensuous body to raise it from the floor or pull
it away from that horror, rolling wildly from side to side,
tossing, bucking, squirming, twisting, writhing, flailing, gyrating,
that body never still, bouncing, jouncing, spasming, doing anything
to try to avoid the burning metal, but inexorably being forced
back onto it, and all this time Holly was screaming and howling
and yelling and shrieking and squalling and yowling, and Henry
was just in pig heaven. Until finally Holly's maddened, desperate
tossings and twistings overcame his control and he shot everything
he had into that pain-wracked body.
I turned the heat off. But Henry still lay on top of Holly,
pressing her tortured ass down on the metal until it was cool
again. letting Holly clutch him with her thighs and howl her
lungs out.
"Your turn," Henry said.
"I want more," I said.
"No more," Holly whimpered, sobbing and crying.
"More," I said. "Worse."
Holly was petrified.
"I want her spread-eagled," I said. "Spread out flat.
Tight and flat. So she can't move. On her stomach."
"Okay," Henry said. "I'll do it."
"And," I said, "I want that plate under her tits."
"Christ!" Henry said.
Holly screamed. "No! No! Oh god no please no god no
not that please god Jerry no, no, please Jerry, not that, I
can't, no, I can't, I can't, not that way, oh please please
Jerry no you can't oh god please don't please please don't no
oh Jesus no I'll do anything please not that not that god please--"
And I took my whip and scourged her body as Henry was tying
her in place. And then I sat on the floor between Holly's outspread
arms and I took her long dark silky hair and pulled her sobbing
face up to look at me.
"Holly," I said. "You're going to suck my cock. Suck
it off and swallow my gism. Got it?"
"Please--" Holly gasped.
"You know how I like it, Holly," I said. "Nice and slow.
Slow and loving and sensuous. Lots of tongue. Deep and soft.
Okay?"
Holly nodded, terror flashing in her eyes.
"Nice and slow," I said again. "And when you make me come,
Holly, when you take my stuff into your sucking mouth and swallow
it all down like a good little slut whore, then I'll turn off
the nasty heat. You got that, Holly?"
Holly moaned with horror. "Please, Jerry," she choked
out. "Don't don't I can't don't--"
"You better," I said, "or I'll keep you this way till your
tits are burned right off. Now suck!" I pushed Holly's head
into my crotch and jammed my prick all the way to its base into
that writhing mouth. "Turn it on," I said, and Henry did.
In a minute Holly was screaming horribly around my cock,
her mouth twisting and contorting with agony, while that voluptuous,
straining, spread-eagled body pulled and jerked and wriggled
helplessly against its cruel bindings.
"Slowly," I said, but Holly couldn't hear me. Holly was
out of her mind with pain, her round breasts mashed under her
body, crushed inescapably against that burning metal plate,
those hard nipples spearing directly into the pain, and as I
held her head down on my cock I went crazy with the sensations
of Holly's twisting lips and squirming tongue and the terrible
howling, crying sounds vibrating around my cock. I stood it
as long as I could, and then shot hard into that sweet screaming
throat.
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