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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
5
"Now," I said. "Now I want to see her tits. Now."
"Show him, Holly," Henry said.
Holly was still up against me, choking back sobs. My cock
was still inside her. I grabbed her hair and pulled back till
her upper body was in my vision. Holly squalled.
"Shut up," I said. "Show me your tits, Holly."
With shaking hands, Holly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled
it apart.
"Oh, my sweet Christ!" I said. What breasts this girl
had! "I can't stand it," I said. "I want to do something to
these fine round sexy things."
"Go ahead," Henry said, holding out his cigarette to me.
"No!" Holly said frantically. "Oh no, please no, please,
I can't, I god please no Jesus don't please I'll do anything
if you won't please for god's sake--"
"Oh, that's just marvellous," I said. "Beg some more,
Holly." And I took the burning cigarette from Henry.
"I'm begging, please," Holly panted. "Anything you want,
I swear, I'll do anything, just tell me what you please don't
oh god oh god oh oh oh--" Holly was shaking and twisting and
she was making me hard again inside her.
"Hold her hands," I said.
And Henry got hold of Holly's wrists and pulled them in
back of her, arching her back away from me, her tits jutting
forward. I let go of her hair. With that hand I felt her
breasts. Holly twisted, but Henry was holding her wrists tightly,
pulling her upper body backward. It was straining tautly, helpless.
And her hips still mashed against mine, her thighs splayed wide,
and all movement of that body made her cunt squirm around my
cock. I ran my hand around both breasts, cupping and holding
and squeezing. The cute pink nipples were hard with fright.
I flicked at one and then I pinched it hard. Holly almost shouted
with pain, but managed to stifle it into a groan.
"Oh shit," I said. I was panting with lust and happiness.
"I am going to burn these gorgeous things all to hell.F" And
I brought up the cigarette.
Holly was babbling and then she started to make awful
frightened animal noises. "She'll scream," Henry said
warningly. "Stuff something in her mouth."
I took out my handkerchief. "This will do," I said. "It's
big. It's also dirty. Snot all over it. Open your mouth,
Holly." But Holly just made animal sounds. So I pinched a
nipple and stuck my nails into it and twisted it, and Holly's
mouth went wide open and I stuffed my filthy bandana right in.
"Don't push it out, Holly," I said, jamming it all into her
mouth. Holly's sounds were muffled now.
"Okay," I said. "Hold her."
Holly was shaking her head hard, twisting and making pleading
noises into the gag. Henry tugged at her wrists, pulling that
body back into a tight, straining arch, making Holly's luscious
breasts thrust out toward me like sacrificial offerings.
"Holly," I said. "I love this. I just love doing this
to you." And I put the lit cigarette out slowly, on Holly's
right nipple.
Holly howled into the gag, but it didn't do anything to
help. Her body squirmed and spasmed, and her twisting, writhing
hips almost made me shoot again into her cunt.
Henry lit me another cigarette.
Holly made hoarse, terror-filled noises into my handkerchief,
gasping and choking on her sobs. "Again, Holly," I said, and
I kissed her other nipple with the glowing tip.
Holly was going crazy with pain. "God, it's so nice,"
I said. "So damn sweet." And I kissed her tit again with fire.
I did it again and again, watching Holly in pain, going out
of her mind, jerking and thrashing her helpless body against
me until I spurted up into her again.
But I still didn't want to stop. For variety I put out
a couple on Holly's smooth splayed thighs, but soon came back
to her tits. Blistering them with my hot little kisses, going
hard yet again in Holly's pussy.
"Want me to stop, Holly?" I said.
Holly jerked her head up and down swiftly.
"You do, huh," I said. "What will you do for me, Holly?
If I stop. What?"
Holly tried to talk through the gag, tried frantically
to promise me anything I wanted.
"I want your mouth, Holly," I said. "I want it around
my cock. I want you to suck my prick and lick it and kiss it
and take it all the way in, all the way into that fine mouth,
Holly, and I want you to suck it until I shoot my gism down
your throat, and I want you to swallow it, Holly, swallow all
of it, and then clean my dick off with your lips and tongue.
Will you do that, Holly?"
And Holly nodded swiftly.
"Of course you will," I said. "I'm going to take the gag
out now, Holly. All right?"
Holly nodded again and I took away the rag. Holly gasped
for air.
I pulled my prick out of her. "Are you hurting, Holly
baby?" I said. "Are you in pain?"
Holly nodded.
"Holly hurts," Henry said. "Holly hurts from heat. Holly
hates it. Henry loves it."
"Jerry loves it too," I said. "Go down, Holly. On your
knees. Right now."
Holly sank to the floor. She knelt in front of me.
"Kiss it," I said, and Holly bowed her head and I felt
her lips on my prick. "Lick it," I said. I caught my breath
at the caress of that tongue. "In your mouth, Holly," I commanded.
Holly was an obedient if unwilling pupil. She took my cock
deep into her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop.
"Henry," I said. "If you whipped Holly as she was sucking
me, do you think she would bite my prick?"
Holly made a terrified sound around my cock.
"If she did," Henry said, "I would take her home and I
would hang her up by her hair, and I would build a slow fire
under her and watch her roast. Gradually. For hours and hours.
I'd lash her wrists behind her back, but I'd let her legs free,
so I could watch Holly's sexy curvy legs kick and thrash and
struggle as that fire got hotter and hotter. And I would also--"
Holly was crying hard and moaning as she sucked steadily
on.
"Okay," I said. "I don't think Holly will bite. Whip
her."
"I like your style," Henry said, and with his belt he whipped
Holly's back and I shot into her screaming.
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