~Subject: FANTASIA: The Bottle  (fm, d/s, pain etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Mon, 29 Aug 1994  (a.s.stories)

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                         THE BOTTLE
                       by V.P. Viddler

    "Oh god not that please god no no please not that don't god
please don't no--"

   "But you're gonna love it, Teach. You know you will. Come on
now. Open up. Spread wide."

   "No god please no anything please--"

   Half sitting, half lying on a table with two boys holding her
arms behind her, twisting and pushing, and two boys standing on
either side of her, watching and occasionally putting their hands
on her, on her breasts that pushed out from the torn blouse, the
dangling brassiere. And Willy standing in front of her, holding the
bottle. Smiling at her.

   "Not that."

   "You'll love it."

   "No."

   "You want it, Teach."

   "No, god, please."

   Willy's hand now on her thigh, bared by the torn skirt pushed
high on the long round tan curving legs.

   "No."

   "Yes. You want it, don't you, Teach? Say it."

   "No. Please. Please. Don't."

   "Pull her open."

   "No."

   Struggling as they twisted her arms. As the two others put hands
on her ankles.

   "No. No."

   Pulling. Pulling at her legs. Pulling them apart. Laughing as
they spread those long tan luscious soft sensuous legs wide. Willy
holding the bottle. Willy pinching her nipple.

   "You want it, Teach. Tell me you want it. Say it."

   Pinching. And she wriggling, writhing, twisting, pain in her
nipple, pain in her arms, legs forcibly wide, crying.

   "Say it, Teach. Say you want it."

   "I--I--I want it."

   Crying. Twisting. Watching them watching that squirming body,
rolling breasts, straining thighs, and her pain, her need, knowing,
watching her shame, her wanting, her helpless passion.

   "Say it, Teach."

   "I--I want it. Yes. Do it."

   "Do what, Teach?"

   "Do it to me."

   "With the bottle?"

   "Oh. God. Yes."

   "Say it."

   "With the bottle. Do it."

   "Ask me to do it."

   "Please. Oh god please. Do it please do it."

   Willy grinning, all of them grinning, Willy holding up the
bottle.

   "Fuck you with the bottle?"

   "Yes. Yes."

   "Say it."

   "Fuck me with the bottle."

   Crying so hard now, sobbing, helpless now, twisting, hating
herself, hating them, knowing. Willy holding the bottle to her
lips. Gasping.

   "If you want it, Teach, show us how much you love it. Suck it.
Come on, Teach. Suck the bottle. Just like you sucked our cocks. Do
it."

   And sobbing and hurting and helpless she opened her mouth and
bowed her head over that bottle, crying, gasping, long brown hair
falling forward, breasts jiggling, body writhing, legs painfully
apart, and took it into her mouth and moaning sucked on it, sucked
it as she had sucked their cocks, all of them, bobbing up and down,
crying, licking, sucking at that bottle as they all watched,
laughing, chortling, and Willy pulling it from her mouth and two of
them pulling at her legs until she was all exposed and open and
squalling with pain and Willy said, "Here it is, Teach," and
twisting the bottle against her vagina pushed it in, twisting it
in, slowly but firmly into her and she was screaming, screaming and
moaning and squalling, and Willy fucking her with the bottle, and
all of them laughing, and Willy said, "I can make her come with
this," And she was crying, "No, no, please no," Willy grinning,
fucking her with it, and all of them watching and laughing and it
was so hard and brutal and hurting and Willy said, "Watch, it's
getting her, isn't it, Teach? You love it and you're going to come,
aren't you, Teach? You crazy cocksucking bitch." And she didn't
want to and she was crying and she was and as her body arched up,
arched gradually up off the table, they laughed, legs straining
now, body taut, tauter, arching, straining, all of them laughing
and "No No No oh god ah ah aaaaagghhh nnnnn Haugghhhh!
HAAAUUUURRRRGGGHHHH!" Climaxing again and again and Willy twisting
the bottle and finally pulling it from her and she collapsing and
sobbing and rolling under their gaze.

   And then they made her do for them all the things she had
already done. With her mouth and her vagina and her anus. With her
thghs and her breasts and her body. And she crying and pleading and
coming over and over, fucking and sucking and begging, moaning and
whimpering and babbling, climaxing again, again, again.

   When they couldn't fuck her any more they made her ask for
punishment, beg for it, for the whipping, all of them using their
belts on her twisting, flailing, climaxing body, on her back, on
her ass, on her breasts. And pissing on her. Making her ask them to
piss on her. Watching her crawling for them.

   "Tomorrow in class," Willy said, "you can crawl for all of us."

   And even as she was sobbing and begging she knew she would, saw
herself crawling for the class, saw herself defiling herself for
them, saw herself on her knees, sucking boy after boy, and fucking
boy after boy, saw herself naked, showing her long tan legs,
wrapping them around a long line of young cruel boys, giving her
body and mouth and vagina to anyone who asked, crawling as a slave
toy plaything cocksucking slut whore. Saw herself strung up in that
classroom, stark naked and screaming, hanging by her wrists and
kicking wildly as the mass whipping went on, and spread-eagled
across her own desk as all of them fucked her mercilessly, class
after class, all day long, fucking her, making her suck, twisting
her nipples, whipping her thighs, putting out cigarettes on her
body. Climaxing again and again, unable to stop coming, as Willy
laughed and her husband came in and they made her crawl to him and
beg to suck his cock and they made her show him what she did for
them, made him watch and made her do it all, all night long,
climaxing and sucking and coming and pleading and screaming and
fucking the bottle with legs wide and straining and taut and
panting mouth...