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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
3
That was Friday.
On Monday we thought of a refinement on my plan. All the
guys wrote their names on pieces of paper and put them all into
a hat. And when Gloria showed up in the lunchroom, we made
her pick the boy of the day out of the hat. Once picked, that
boy was eliminated for the rest of term, but each day Gloria
had to pick from the remainder.
Monday it was Ralph Birnbaum. Gloria didn't want to do
it, naturally. She pleaded frantically with me. She argued,
and promised, and begged. And she cried. And in the end she
got down on the floor and crawled across the room to Ralph and
lapped up a bit of food out of the bowl he put down, and then
sucked him off. Just as with me. Sobbing and moaning. Swallowing
while all of us cheered her on.
All the guys clamored for Gloria to strip again, so I told
her to do it. On the table. And then Ralph wanted to fuck
her. But I said no.
"I'm saving that," I said. "Wait till Gloria sucks us
all off. All of us. By the end of term she'll have done it.
And then. On the last day--we'll put on a big, glorious gang
bang." Gloria gasped with horror. I looked into her eyes and
smiled at her as I said, "That's right. The last day. We'll
take all day. Nobody goes to class. We'll lay Gloria out right
on this table, and four guys can hold her down if necessary.
We can switch off on that detail. We'll spread Gloria out all
nice and naked and we'll go at her, all of us, one after another,
all day long. What do you say, guys?"
An enormous shout of joy.
"What do you say, Gloria?" I said, grinning.
Gloria was shaking her head wildly. "No," she whimpered.
"Yes," I said. "Now get your clothes on, Gloria. And
don't forget to come back tomorrow." The guys loved to watch
Gloria get dressed again after stripping for us. It was a
different kind of humiliation.
That was Monday. On Tuesday the boy was Jim Farnsworth.
Wednesday it was Harry Madonna. Thursday was Alan Jamison,
and Friday I forget who it was. And each day Gloria crawled,
and did her doggie thing, and sucked and swallowed, and stripped
down.
But Friday afternoon I was approached by Joanna Pratt,
a round, jiggly little thing with long auburn hair and a soft,
inviting mouth. Who said, "Look, it isn't fair that just the
guys get to do this thing with Gloria. How about some of us
girls getting in on it?"
"Christ," I said. "Don't tell me you're a dyke, Joanna."
"No," Joanna said. "I'm a lesbian."
"Shit," I said.
"And I want my turn with that stuck-up bitch."
"What," I said. "You mean you want Gloria to suck your
pussy? Right in front of the whole school?"
"That's right. I'd love it," Joanna said.
"Well, sorry, Joanna," I said. "But this is for men only."
"Why?"
"I don't know," I said. "It's just--"
"It's bullshit," Joanna said.
"Fuck you," I said. "Now that's a good idea. How about
you and me, Joanna? You're much too cute and sexy-looking to
throw that body away on girls."
"Go to hell," Joanna said.
"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll do a deal with you.
You fuck for me, I'll give you a turn with Gloria. Isn't that
fair?"
"No way, you bastard!" Joanna said.
"Too bad," I said.
"I'd really love to watch that arrogant bitch crawl for
me," she said. "I'd certainly dig having Gloria the grand sucking
my cunt. Tonguing my clitoris till I--shit."
"One good fuck," I said.
"I don't go for guys," Joanna said.
"I love it," I said.
"I know, you son of a bitch." She bit her lip. "Okay,"
she said at last. "Come to my house tonight."
"No, baby," I said. "This is going to be in public.
In the cafeteria. Tit for tat, you know. Or something."
"You are out of your mind!" Joanna gasped. "No way in this
world will I do that!"
"Okay," I said.
But that night I talked to Alma Oating, who was a pal of
mine and also the biggest, baddest dyke in school. I had to
promise to give any girl who wanted it a turn with Gloria, but
it was worth it.
Because that Monday I was able to offer a little side show.
After Gloria did her thing, the guys saw a reluctant but very
docile Joanna take off all her clothes, and climb onto a table,
and fuck me for all she was worth.
Alma had really gotten through to her, and though poor
Joanna hated every minute of it, she put all of herself into
it, doing anything I told her, wrapping that luscious, firm
body around me and moving it with real passion, rolling and
squirming and twisting and bucking and writhing and arching
and tossing until I was out of my skull with it. And I kissed
her as I shot into her jouncing cunt and then I had her clean
me off with her mouth. And everybody watched.
Joanna did not cry. Until I was finished and told the
guys they could do what they wanted with her until lunchtime
was over. Then Joanna cried, and she continued to cry all
the time she was being fucked by as many boys as could get to
her until the bell rang.
"Joanna," I said when I was alone with her, "I want your
ass now."
"No," Joanna said softly. "Please."
"I'll call Alma," I said.
"No!"
"Bend over."
And she did.
I said, "Just think of how you're doing this for all your
sisters." I jammed my prick into her ass and Joanna howled.
"What a good cause," I said, fucking that tight ass as Joanna
pounded her fists on the table in pain. "All those dykes. Oh
god you are so tight and young and round and soft and I'm coming
up your ass. Howl for me, Joanna."
"BASTARD I HATE YOU JESUS AH AUUUGGGGH."
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