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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
6
"By her hair?" I said.
"I don't actually hang her by her hair," Henry said. "Not
yet, anyway. That might rip her scalp off. But almost. I
do have this hair clamp that holds a girl's hair firmly and
will support any weight. What I do is fasten Holly's hair to
it, and tie her hands in back of her just as I said; but I don't
hang her off the floor. I put her just low enough to allow
her to support herself if she stands on her toes."
"My god!" I said admiringly. "What a terrific idea! That
way she has to stay up on her toes to avoid actually hanging
by her hair. And soon her toes get tired and can't hold her
any more--"
"Right," Henry said. "And then it's a continuing struggle
between two kinds of pain. After a time it gets impossible
for Holly to stand it in either position. That's when it really
starts being fun. Fun to watch."
"I'll just bet it is," I said.
"God, I sit and watch her for hours," Henry said. "I sit
right in front of her and gloat at her suffering. As Holly
grunts and groans and sobs with the effort of staying up on
her toes; as she howls and squalls when her exhausted toes give
way and that quivering, sweating, spasming body is forced to
dangle from her hair. I sit and listen to her crying and gasping
and whimpering and shrieking. And I listen with joy as she
begs me, literally begs me to let her down. How she begs!
Promising me unimaginable delights if only I will have pity.
Thinking up the most humiliating, horrifying, degrading things
that she will do for me if I will just put an end to that horrible
torture. I could sit there all night like that, watching and
listening as Holly hurts worse and worse. Sometimes I do."
"And I suppose you whip her while this is going on," I
said.
"Occasionally," Henry said. "Or amuse myself with other
instruments on that pain-wracked body. And of course I fuck
her. That's always good, because Holly is so anxious to alleviate
the agony in her scalp that she will wrap those fantastic legs
around me as tightly as she can, so she can lift herself by
means of my body. Clamping those legs so hard, clutching with
her soft thighs, squirming against my torso as she hausl herself
upward as much as possible. It makes for a wild fuck."
"Christ," I said. "I want that!"
"Why not?" Henry said. "Take Holly home. A little gift
from a pal."
"Thanks," I said. "You want Joanna in exchange?"
"What will Joanna say?" Henry said.
"She'll shit a brick," I said.
"Good," Henry said. "I'll take the bitch. What about
Gloria?"
"Gloria," I said, "is a special project. I want Gloria
to perform in public until I say so. Okay?"
"I love it," Henry said.
"Speaking of public," I said, "why didn't you bring Holly
out?"
"Wanted her to myself," Henry said. "But now, if you want
to--"
"Now," I said. "Class is breaking up."
Holly was still on the floor, with her skirt all awry and
her blouse gaping open over her half-bared breasts. "Stay like
that, Holly," I said as Holly started to get up. "Stay right
there on the floor. No, don't button your blouse, Holly. It
looks good. Don't do anything. Nothing at all. Just stay
as you are."
"Please," Holly said.
"Shut up, Holly," I said.
"Ho ho," Henry said. "Holly's going to be humiliated.
How humbling for Holly. Hordes of happy high-schoolers will
howl as Holly huddles helplessly. How hilarious. How--"
"Christ, Henry, cut it out!" I said.
"Hokay," Henry said.
"Now, Holly," I said. "You're going to stay down there
and not move, okay?"
"God--" Holly said. "Oh, please--don't do this to me--
I can't--"
"Sure you can, Holly," I said. "Now, if anybody asks you
what you are doing down on the floor on your knees, with your
gorgeous body showing, you will say, "I am nothing but a piece
of shit and I love to suck cock.' You got that, Holly?"
"I--I can't--" Holly said.
"Holly," I said. "I'm going to take you with me tonight,
you know that. And if you think Henry could hurt you, you ain'
t seen nothing yet. I'm serious, Holly. Okay? Now what is it
you're going to say to anybody who asks you why you are in that
degrading position? Say it, Holly."
"I--I--please--I--"
"Say it!" I commanded. "Or by god I'll strip you naked
and make you crawl through the halls that way. Is that whast
you want, Holly?
"
Holly was sobbing uncontrollably. She shook her head
wildly.
"Okay," I said. "Say it."
"I--I--I am--I am a--a piece--"
"I am nothing but a piece--" I said.
"I--oh--I am n-n-nothing but a--a piece--of--"
"Shit," I said.
"Sh-shit," Holly said.
"And--" I said.
"And--and--I--I love to--to s-suck cock--oh--Jesus--please--"
And the bell rang for change of classes and six hundred
students poured out into the halls. The sight of a half-naked
Holly on her knees on the floor, sobbing and shaking, was enough
to gather a large staring crowd in about four seconds.
"Christ!" a boy said. "What the hell is going on here
anyway?"
"Tell him, Holly," I said.
Holly moaned, trying to cover her breasts with her hands
as all those gaping kids looked at her. I didn't bother to
stop her; her fright and debasement and shame was sexier than
nudity.
"Holly," I said again. "Tell him."
Holly gulped. "I--" she got out and choked. "I--I--"
"Go on," I said with warning.
Holly sobbed pathetically as she said it. "I--I am a--
a p-piece of--sh-shit--and--and--and I--I l-love t-to--to--
to s-s-suck cock!"
"That's right," I said into a dumfounded quiet. "That's
our Holly. Okay, kids, this show is over now. Holly has to
go home so I can hurt her. And fuck her. And do anything I
want to her. Isn't that right, Holly?"
And Holly said, "Y-yes--" And the kids drooled.
"Don't forget the cafeteria tomorrow," I said. "Gloria
will be back." They all cheered.
Henry said, "Bring me Joanna."
Joanna was brought, and when I told her she was going with
Henry, she started to cry.
"Cry all you want, darling," Henry said. "I like it.
Let's go, Joanna. Jolly Joanna. I'm going to jump on Joanna.
And jounce Joanna and jam my gism--"
"Shit," I said. "Okay, Holly. Crawl."
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