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Suffering Students by V.P. Viddler (torture, inces
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these
things offend you, do not read.
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SUFFERING STUDENTS
by V.P. Viddler
9
"Don't do this to me," Joanna said.
"Do you like her?" I said to Mr. Bing.
"I do," Mr. Bing said. "I certainly do. She is delicious."
"Don't," Joanna said. "Please."
"Joanna," I said, "I think you are only inflaming Mr. Bing
further with your begging."
"I do enjoy it, I must admit," Mr. Bing said. "Having
such a luscious young girl sitting across from me, knowing I
am going to possess her, watching her fright, her growing panic,
her hopeless but so entertaining pleas for escape--nothing can
be quite as arousingly stimulating. I don't mind the young
lady's protests a bit."
"Oh god," Joanna said. "Oh my god."
Joanna and Mr. Bing and I were sitting at a small, unobtrusive
table in a fancy Italian restaurant. Mr. Bing was paying.
For all of it. Including Joanna. I was farming her out to
him. My reputation was getting around.
Of course, when I had told Joanna that she was to be sold
to a paying customer for a night of fun (for him) Joanna was
not too happy about it. Alma had to talk to her to persuade
her to do it. Alma talked to Joanna all night long. I watched.
I also participated. By morning Joanna was willing. Still
not happy--and not walking too well--but most docile.
"What an erotic-looking young girl it is," Mr. Bing said.
"I know," I said. "Do you want to see her naked?"
"No," Joanna said.
"I am sure I will," Mr. Bing said.
"I know," I said. "But I can give you a preview. Can't
we, Joanna?"
"No!" Joanna sasid.
"Right here?" Mr. Bing said.
"That too, if you want," I said. "Joanna will open her
blouse for you. Won't you, Joanna?"
"Oh Jesus," Joanna said.
"You have her well trained," Mr. Bing said. "Is she always
this docile?"
"She has to be," I said. "Watch this. Look at me, Joanna."
Joanna turned toward me and I took a long puff at my cigarette,
and then I blew the smoke out slowly and deliberately, right
into Joanna's face. Joanna didn't move. Tears came to her
eyes, but she didn't turn away. I blew out the last of the
smoke and grinned at her.
"Wonderful," Mr. Bing said. "So if I should ask this young
lady to show us her firm, round breasts--"
"She would," I said. "Isn't that right, Joanna?"
"I--I--oh, I--"
"Isn't it?" I said.
"Yes. Oh."
"All right," I said. "But that's not really what I meant
by a preview."
"Oh?" Mr. Bing said.
"No," I said. "I thought perhaps you might like to look
at a picture."
"No," Joanna said.
"A picture?" Mr. Bing said.
"A photograph," I said. "A photograph of Joanna. Naked."
"No," Joanna said.
"Naked?" Mr. Bing said.
"Naked," I said. "Naked and on her knees. On her knees
with a cock in her mouth. Sucking cock. It's a good photograph.
I took it. And Joanna has it. In her purse. Don't you, Joanna?"
"Don't," Joanna said. "Please don't."
"Would you like to see it, Mr. Bing?" I said.
"I most certainly would," Mr. Bing said.
"Joanna," I said. "Show it to him."
"No," Joanna said. "I--I don't--I can't--please--I--"
"Show it to him," I said.
Joanna was crying. "I don't want to--I--I can't--I--"
"Show it to him," I said.
Joanna was sobbing. She unclasped her purse with shaking
hands. She took out the photograph and passed it to Mr. Bing.
"Stop crying," I said. "Nice, isn't it?"
Mr. Bing looked at the photograph for a long time. "It's
extraordinary," he said. "Look at me, Joanna."
Joanna slowly raised her head, tears still flowing.
"You have a most exciting body," Mr. Bing said. "And a
talented mouth, also. Are your breasts truly as firm as that?"
"Want to see them now?" I said.
"No," Mr. Bing said. "I would like to touch them."
"Go ahead," I said.
"Oh god," Joanna said.
"Sit still, Joanna," I said. "Just sit still."
And Joanna sat still, as Mr. Bing reached out and put his
hand on her round young breast. "Ah," Mr. Bing said. "Ah yes.
Firm. Young and firm and springy. So fine. And this delightful,
frightened young girl is not wearing a brassiere."
"I know," I said. "I told her not to if she valued her
skin. She's not wearing panties either."
"How enchanting," Mr. Bing said, still playing with Joanna's
breasts. "Such taut, hard nipples! Hasrd with fright, I assume."
He put his hand down. "And no underpants? I say! Joanna,
dear, the manner in which you are sitting will allow you to
place your leg in my lap. Please do so."
"I--oh--" Joanna said.
"Do not worry," Mr. Bing said. "This cloth will hide our
activities from any prying glances. Put your leg up on my lap."
"Do it, Joanna," I said.
Joanna swallowed. And did it.
"Good," Mr. Bing said.
Joanna gasped and clenched her fists on the table.
"Tell me what you're doing," I said to Mr. Bing.
"I'm touching Joanna's lovely, exquisite leg," Mr. Bing
said. "I'm running my hand over this soft curving flesh. I'm
sliding it up and down, all over her beautiful calf, and thigh.
Inside her thigh. And up--"
"Don't!" Joanna said tightly.
"That sounds like fun," I said. "Put your other leg up
on my lap, Joanna."
"Oh please--"
"Now."
And she did. I ran my hand up and down the smooth curving
leg as Joanna sat with both legs up and held apart. She twisted
slightly in her seat.
"You know what?" I said.
"I think I do," said Mr. Bing.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I said.
"I think I am," Mr. Bing said.
"We could make her come," I said.
"No," Joanna said.
"Make her come right here, like this."
"In spite of herself," Mr. Bing said. "Fighting it all
the time."
"But losing," I said.
"Wouldn't it be fun?" Mr. Bing said.
"No!" Joanna said. "No. No, don't, please. No. God,
no."
"I'll hold onto this leg," I said. "You do the honors."
"Of course," Mr. Bing said.
We held Joanna's legs apart and smiled at her. Joanna
shook her head. Then she caught her breath. And started to
gasp.
"Isn't that nice?" Mr. Bing said.
"Oh don't," Joanna said. "No, stop, oh god stop, oh please
stop I can't no don't I please I beg no don't oh stop oh Jesus
god please please don't no stop--" And Joanna began to squirm
and wriggle.
"Not too hard, Joanna," I said warningly. "We don't want
to attract attention. Okay? So don't come too loud. But come."
"Yes," Mr. Bing said, his eyes glittering. "Yes, Joanna.
Come. Come for us. Fight against it, but come. While I watch.
That's right. Now. Come, Joanna. Come for us. Come."
And Joanna said, "No please god oh I oh I can't oh oh I--
I--I--I'm please ah. Ah. Ah. Ah ah ah. Noogh. Ahahh. Ahhah.
Oh god. Unh unh. Unnh. Ah unnhunnh. Oh oh unhh aggh I oh
plea unh. Uhunh. Uhunh. Auggh. I'm I can't I'm going to
no ahh! ahh! ahh! ahh! Aaah I'm--" And Joanna was bouncing
now, and jerking, and her eyes were closed and then wide open
and staring and people were looking but Joanna couldn't stop
and she clutched at the table and spasmed and Mr. Bing and I
held her ankles tightly and Joanna said,
"AHAHAHAUGGHHAHOOOOOONOOOAAAAIIIIIEEEE!"
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