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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
25
And now at last it was the big day.
The last day of school.
Gloria's day.
No one stayed home that day. Certainly nobody of the male
persuasion. All morning you could almost hear the hum of
excitement throughout the building.
I thought all morning long of Gloria, sitting in class,
walking through the halls, knowing what was coming. And all
the people around her, watching her, knowing. How exquisite
it was! I wanted a look at Gloria that morning, but I was too
busy. Arranging things.
At lunchtime the cafeteria was packed. Practically everybody
in school was in that room, students and faculty. Waiting.
Holding their breath with anticipation. It was obvious there
would be no classes that afternoon. The term was going to end
right there in the lunchroom. With the biggest, longest bang
anyone had ever participated in. It was going to be an orgy
to end all orgies.
For it was not only Gloria who would provide our entertainment.
I had set out a truly varied feast. There was Holly, of course.
I had her hanging by her wrists in one corner. And there was
Joanna, kneeling on the floor with her arms and legs lashed
to a table leg. And there was Ginny, my college girl, who I
had instructed to crawl around among the audience, sucking anybody
who would let her. Also, there was Jill, Dr. Pratt's nubile
and no longer virginal daughter, whom Pratt had brought screaming
and struggling into school, and whom I had bound sitting on
a table in the position in which I had found Judy, arms high,
legs wide, and gagged, so that her frantic howling would not
detract too much from our party. And finally there was our
dear teacher, Miss Anger--Rachel--back from her long and painful
journey, standing in another corner, on her toes, tied to the
ceiling by that long yellow hair, hands lashed behind her,
voluptuous body straining and writhing.
All of these sideshows were appreciated, and all of them
would be thoroughly enjoyed by many of the spectators in the
course of the long afternoon. But naturally, the main attraction,
the center of attention, the reason why all this was happening
in the first place--was Gloria. My beautiful darling Gloria,
who most of these people had watched day after day, naked,
humiliated, degraded, debased. And yet on this day it was as
if they were to see it for the first time. As of course in
certain particulars was the case. Nobody had seen Gloria fucked.
Except me. Nobody had fucked her. Except me. And today--
as I had said from the beginning many months ago--today was
the day everybody got to fuck Gloria.
And they couldn't wait.
It was exactly noon when Gloria came through the door.
And stopped, going swiftly pale at the size of the crowd.
But though it was the biggest crowd of all, there was not
a sound in that room.
Absolute silence.
I saw Gloria almost turn and run. I saw her struggling
with that notion, saw her recall what would happen if she did.
Saw the utter hopeless despair in her face and her body.
It was the moment of my triumph.
I stood up.
"As usual, Gloria," I said.
Gloria looked at me. Just once.
And then she took off her clothes.
It was like the very first time. No. It was better.
I waited until Gloria was naked. She looked at me again,
across the room. I just nodded.
And Gloria, with only a tiny moment of hesitation, got
down on her knees. Then on all fours. And the crowd parted
as if by Moses' rod, clearing a path the length of that room
between Gloria and me. And Gloria, once again, crawled across
that floor, crawled slowly past all those silent, watching men--
and women--crawled to my feet, and stopped.
"All right, Gloria," I said. "You don't have to suck anybody
today. Not right now, anyway. You've already sucked off everybody
in school. And now they all get to fuck you. I promised they
would. Remember, Gloria?"
Gloria nodded, head bowed.
"Answer me," I said.
"Yes," Gloria said chokingly.
"Okay," I said. "Do you want to say anything now, Gloria?
Before you fuck for all of us? Do you?"
"No," Gloria whispered.
"Okay," I said. "Get up, Gloria."
Gloria had some difficulty getting up, because she was
shaking so bad her legs would barely hold her. I waited though.
"On the table, Gloria," I said. "Lie down. On your back."
I had to help her onto the table. I think Gloria was about
to ask me for mercy, but she saw how futile that would be.
With a tiny sob she lay down.
"Spread, Gloria," I said.
Gloria obeyed.
"I'm going to make it easier for you," I said, and I brought
out my ropes. "So you won't have to worry about falling off."
"No," Gloria said. "Don't tie me."
"Darling Gloria," I said, and I tied her spread-eagled on
that hard yellow table, lashing each wrist and ankle to a corner
leg, stretching that fabulous body as tight as I could, making
her fantastic breasts thrust up and out, pink nipples staring
at the ceiling, and pulling those mouth-watering curving legs
so far apart that the tendons rippled fascinatingly under that
smooth flesh with the strain.
Tears were running from Gloria's eyes.
I put one hand lovingly on that helpless body and said,
"All right. Who's first?"
Dr. Pratt stepped forward. "As principal of Abraham Lincoln
High School," he said, "I believe I have that honor."
"Absolutely," I said, and moved aside.
Dr. Pratt took his pants off for Gloria. He put his hands
on her breasts and squeezed hard, and then thrust into her with
one brutal lunge. Gloria gave a cry as though her virginity
had been ripped away. And maybe in a way it had. Anyhow Pratt
screwed the hell out of her.
And then, by order of rank, came the other facutly members
and instructors, Mr. Gibbs of course among them.
After that, it was the students' turn. I had planned to
have them go at Gloria alphabetically, but it was finally decided
they would all draw lots. So everybody had his number and it
was relatively orderly. One after another, everybody fucked
Gloria. Some took longer, some shorter, some were rough, others
gentle, but they all had her.
It went on all afternoon, hour after hour, and all the
time it was going on I was standing there watching. Watching
Gloria take it. I kept her aware, too. Aware of the fact that
that beautiful, straining body was being callously raped, over
and over again. And aware that I was watching, loving her shame
and her pain and her suffering and her helplessness, loving
every minute of it. Smiling down on her as her mass rape went
endlessly on.
Most of the crowd, when they had finished with Gloria,
amused themselves with Holly and Joanna and Ginny and Jill and
Rachel Anger. Their screams and pleadings filled the room.
It was a terrific party, and it went on until it was dark.
But finally they all left and Gloria and I were alone. I was
the only one who hadn't fucked Gloria that day.
"Gloria," I said. "It was marvellous! And it will be better
next term."
"No!" Gloria gasped. "I'm graduating!"
"Wrong," I said. "I fixed it with Pratt."
"No! No!"
"You have an alternative," I said.
"What?"
"Marry me."
Gloria nodded and began to cry and I fucked her.
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