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SUFFERING STUDENTS      1/25
by V. P. Viddler

                            1

     It had taken a long, long time, but I had finally gotten Gloria
right in the palm of my hand.
     I had told her I would; I had promised her that night that I
would get back at her, and that it would be the worst thing that would
ever happen to her.
     Gloria had laughed at me.
     Gloria could laugh at anybody. Nobody argued the fact that she
was by far the prettiest girl in school. And by far the sexiest also.
And most popular. She was also the most snobbish, superior-acting
stuck-up bitch you could want to know. Why not. She had this fantastic
body and long shining brown hair and flashing blue eyes and luscious
lips and--when she wanted to--a sparkling personality. I couldn't help
loving her and hating her, and wanting her like crazy. But that night
I swore I would have revenge.
     And now finally, I had her.
     And Gloria knew it.
     She didn't let on, but she knew. And she was waiting. But I
waited too. I wanted her to wait, knowing it was coming, knowing it
would be horrible, but not knowing when, or where, or how. And maybe
hoping, just hoping it wouldn't happen.
     I let her hope. And worry.
     And then I struck.
     It was in the school cafeteria, lunchtime, the big, noisy room
crowded, jammed with kids. I was sitting far in the back, watching the
door across the room. Until I saw Gloria come in, with a group of
girls, laughing and chatting. Sweater and skirt. Breasts and legs and
smiling. I waited until she was about to get on line, and then I stood
up. And I spoke very loudly, loud enough to be heard above the din. I
said one word.
     "Gloria!"
     Everything went suddenly silent. Instantly. Absolute quiet.
     They knew.
     Tension filled the room. No one moved.
     Gloria froze.
     I waited.
     Gloria went pale. She knew. This was it. I had her.
     I waited.
     Gloria was very pale.
     "Gloria," I said again.
     Gloria looked at me across the length of the room. I smiled.
     Gloria said nothing.
     I picked up a dish of rice from my table and I put it down on the
floor.
     "You won't have to buy lunch today, Gloria," I said. "This is
your lunch. I want you to eat it off the floor, like a dog. And I want
you to crawl over here to get it. I want you to crawl, Gloria. All the
way here. On your hands and knees. Like a dog. Like a bitch. Now,
Gloria. Go down on all fours. And crawl. Now."
     Heavy, absolute straining silence in the cafeteria. Nobody spoke,
nobody moved. Everybody was watching Gloria. She stood looking at me.
A long time. A long, long time. Nobody moved.
     I waited.
     "No," Gloria said.
     I said nothing.
     Gloria stood there. And then a tear fell from her. It rolled down
her face. And slowly, slowly, so slowly, she knelt down on the floor.
     A long, soft murmur from the watchers.
     I waited.
     Gloria bent forward, crouching on all fours. The sound rose.
Gloria sobbed once.
     "All right," I said. "Let's make way for Gloria. Clear a path."
     And swiftly, boys were moving chairs and tables out of the way,
pushing, pulling, jostling, until they had cleared a straight path
from Gloria to me.
     "All right, Gloria," I said. "Crawl. Crawl to me."
     Kids crouched forward to watch. Guys got up on the tables, stood
on chairs, straining to see.
     And Gloria sobbed again.
     "Now," I said.
     And Gloria began to crawl.
     Slowly, with great difficulty, she crawled toward me, crawling
between the gasping, watching kids, who had never imagined Gloria so
humbled, degraded, humiliated. Crawling past boys and girls she had
put down again and again. Crawling with her luscious breasts swaying
and her skirt rucking up her thighs. Crying and sobbing and gasping.
Crawling the length of the room, all across the room, all the way,
crawling, crawling, until finally she was at my feet.
     Shaking.
     I pointed at the dish. "Eat," I said.
     And Gloria with a sob lowered her head to the dish and began to
eat.
     "Good dog," I said. "That's a fine sexy little bitch doggie."
     I felt the most fantastic power. I was in command now. Nothing
could stop me. Gloria was my slave, my toy, my plaything. I undid my
fly and pulled out my cock. Everybody gasped. Gloria raised her head,
and I said, "Now this, Gloria. Eat this. And do it good."
     Absolute silence.
     Gloria caught her breath. She shook her head. I smiled at her.
Gloria moaned piteously. My cock jumped.
     "Do it, Gloria," I said. "Take this in your fine soft mouth and
lick it with your little tongue and suck on it with your gorgeous
lips. While all these people watch. Watch you on your knees sucking my
prick. And I'll shoot it into your throat, Gloria, and you will
swallow it. Swallow it all. All right, Gloria?"
     And Gloria was crying hard. I waited. Gloria nodded. Kids moaned.
     "Now," I said.
     And Gloria, shaking, opened her mouth and took my cock inside it.
And she sucked my cock in front of the whole school. Slowly and
thoroughly, as I commanded. And when I came, she swallowed it all. She
knelt there and swallowed and swallowed, again and again, slowly
swallowing, and the kids howled as she did it.
     Then I took my cock away and Gloria looked at me, broken and
debased, and waited. Hopelessly. She knew what I would do to her. And
I did. I did.
     "All right, guys," I said. "Line up. You can all have your turn."
     Gloria screamed, and I laughed at her.
     "First you'll strip," I said....


SUFFERING STUDENTS       2/25
by V.P. Viddler

                          2

     When I told Gloria to strip, the room got quiet again. The
tension that had broken as Gloria had sucked me off had now returned.
It got so silent that the only sound was Gloria's crying. My prick was
already hardening again.
     "Damn," I said. "Just look at this now. Miss Gloria Sarnoff, miss
high and mighty, miss stuck-up herself. Look at her now. Down on her
knees. Crying and sobbing. Sucking my cock and swallowing my come.
Well, well. I told you, didn't I, Gloria? That night? I told you I
would get back at you. Didn't I?"
     Gloria nodded jerkily.
     "I can't hear you, Gloria," I said.
     Gloria gulped. "Y-yes," she whispered.
     "Right. And now I have. But it's not over, Gloria. I'm not
through with you, baby. Not by a long shot. You understand?"
     "Oh god--"
     "Answer my question," I said.
     "Yes!" Gloria moaned.
     "Okay. Now I told you to strip. All the people here are waiting
for that. Particularly the guys. Lots of the girls too, I bet. So
stand up, Gloria. You're about to show us all just what that pretty
body looks like."
     "P-please," Gloria said chokingly. "I--I--don't--"
     "Up," I said.
     Gloria stood up awkwardly. I didn't help. Gloria was trembling
badly. I grinned at her. "I'll tell you what," I said. "I think all
our friends should be able to get a good look at you as you strip down
for us. So I'll tell you what you'll do, Gloria. You'll stand up on
this table here."
     Gloria gasped involuntarily.
     "That's right, Gloria darling. Stand up on this table and give us
a nice strip show. Up you go." And I waited.
     Gloria was really shaking now. "Jerry--god, please--I--please--"
     "Up," I said.
     "I--I can't--please--I can't!"
     "I'm waiting," I said.
     Gloria shuddered. "Jerry," she said desperately. "Jerry, please,
I--I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was--look, I--I'll do anything for you,
Jerry, I--I'll do anything you want me to do, I don't--d-don't make
me--"
     "It's too late," I said. "It's too late now, Gloria. I'm getting
my revenge now. I like it. I like it a lot. It just thrills me all to
shit to have you in my power this way."
     "Oh god--"
     "Now that's enough bullshit," I said. "I want you on that table.
Now!"
     With a pitiful broken cry that almost made me come, Gloria did
what I said. Awkwardly, with difficulty, she got up on a chair, and
from that she climbed up onto the table top. And stood there, facing
us all, panting both from exertion and from fright. Moaning. Shaking
her head as if to shake off the terrible realization of what was
happening to her.
     "Okay," I said. "Okay, Gloria. Strip. All the way. Take it off.
Show us that body you love to flaunt so much. We want to see you
naked, Gloria. Bare naked. Your tits and your ass and your cunt. And
your thighs and your legs and your nipples and--shit, what are you
waiting for? Do it!"
     And Gloria did it.
     Stripped in front of us.
     It took her a while. Her hands were shaking so hard that she
could hardly get her buttons open. And she kept stopping. But I kept
her at it. I watched her trembling and whimpering and pleading and
going red and white and all colors, and I wouldn't allow her to stop.
She was sobbing all the way. But finally she got it all off. Sweater.
Skirt. Shoes. Stockings. Brassiere. Panties.
     And Gloria was naked. That beautiful, fabulous, luscious body was
naked for us, although Gloria was trying vainly to cover it with her
hands.
     "Put your hands down, Gloria," I commanded. "Down at your sides.
And keep them there. That's it. That's right. Just stand and let us
look at you."
     And what a sight it was. What legs! What mouth-watering thighs!
What high, firm, round, bobbling breasts! I could have gazed at it all
day, but I had forgotten the time. The bell rang to signal the finish
of lunch, and all the guys groaned in disappointment.
     "Don't worry, fellows," I said. "Gloria will be here tomorrow.
She isn't going anyplace. She can't. We have all year with her. Right,
Gloria?"
     Gloria nodded, sobbing.
     "Okay," I said. "It's not really practical to have Gloria suck us
all off in one day. So here's what we'll do. Listen to this, Gloria.
Every day at lunch hour, we'll have a replay of what you did today.
You got that? Only each day it will be a different guy. We'll draw
straws. Or go alphabetically or something. So each one has his turn.
Right, guys?"
     A great yell of approval.
     "And by the end of term, all of us will have had a chance at you,
Gloria. Doesn't that sound jolly?"
     Gloria couldn't stand up any more. She collapsed weakly on the
table, crouching on all fours, head bowed, moaning.
     "Each day, Gloria, you'll come to the cafeteria, and the boy of
the day will be waiting. With your lunch. And you'll go down and crawl
to him. Across the room, just like today. And maybe he'll want you to
strip first, so you'll do that. And you'll eat your doggie lunch, and
then you'll suck him off, just like you did to me, and swallow it
down. And then, if we still have    time--" But the guys were shouting
now, and Gloria was howling, and the bell was ringing again. But
nobody left that room until Gloria was all dressed again.
     And as I was about to go out, I took hold of Gloria's hair and
twisted her face to me. "How did you like it, Gloria?" I said. "I told
you. Didn't I?"
     "Please--" Gloria gasped. "I'll--I'm sorry--don't--"
     "It's only beginning," I said. "It's only starting, Gloria,
darling. It's going to get a lot worse. I promise you that." And as
Gloria's soft lips twisted with horror, I pulled her to me and kissed
her, shoving my hard prick against her and kissing her wonderful sobs.


SUFFERING STUDENTS      3/25
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 Osting, 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. On 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."


SUFFERING STUDENTS       4/25
by V.P. Viddler

                              4

     Henry's hobby was hurting Holly.
     That's how he put it to me. He brought Holly to me that morning.
I had noticed her in class, but hadn't met her. Holly was just about
beautiful and most striking of figure. And with very black curly hair
bouncing at her shoulders. Henry said, "This is Holly. I think you
should know her."
     "Hello, Holly," I said.
     "Don't," Holly said.
     "Don't what?" I said.
     Henry said, "She means don't hurt her. I hurt her, you see. I
hurt Holly. A lot. It's my hobby. Henry's hobby is hurting Holly."
     "You don't say," I said.
     "Holly hates it," Henry said. "It's horrible for Holly."
     Henry was quite a wag. I didn't like him much. But I did like
Holly, all right. I particularly liked the pain and fright and despair
in her eyes. "Why does Holly let you hurt her?" I said.
     "Holly has no choice," Henry said. "It's hopeless for Holly.
Hopeless, helpless Holly. Ho ho."
     "Cut the shit," I said.
     "Don't say that," Henry said. "I thought you might like to help
me hurt Holly."
     "I would," I said, and I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I'd
love to hear Holly howl."
     "She howls like hell," Henry said. "You'll have her hopping."
     "What about humping?" I said.
     "That too," Henry said. "Holly humps like hell when she howls.
Holly humps like a whore."
     "Damn," I said. "Cut it out. I want to know what you do to her.
And without the alliteration, okay?"
     "Lots of ways," Henry said. "All kinds of ways. Why don't I show
you one."
     "Now?" I said.
     "Right now," Henry said. "If you think you can take it."
     "Do it," I said.
     "No," Holly said. "No, don't. Not--no. Please. Please."
     "Holly's scared," Henry said.
     "It's nice," I said.
     "Her nipples will be all hard and tight now," Henry said. "Hard
with fright. Want to feel them?"
     "No," Holly said.
     "God, yes," I said.
     "Do it," Henry said.
     "No," Holly said.
     "Stay still, Holly," Henry said.
     I put my hands on her breasts and fingered the nipples. They were
hard and tight all right. Holly bit at her lip.
     "She's not wearing a bra," I said.
     "I don't want her to," Henry said. "Want to see her tits?"
     "I do," I said. "But I want to watch you hurt her first."
     "Okay."
     "No," Holly said. "Please, no."
     "Against the wall, Holly," Henry said.
     "Please," Holly said.
     "Holly," Henry said. "I can give you twice your quota tonight.
Twice the usual whipping. And twice as much of the little pinchers.
And as for the cigarettes--"
     "No!" Holly said.
     My cock was hard.
     "Against the wall," Henry said.
     Holly stood against the wall, her back to it. Harry lit a
cigarette. Holly began to whimper.
     "Hands down," Henry said. "Against the wall. Stand still now."
     "Please," Holly said.
     "Lift her skirt," Henry said.
     "With pleasure," I said. I did so. Holly had fabulous legs.
     "Higher," Henry said. Holly was shaking. I pulled the skirt up
over her thighs. Higher. I found that Holly wasn't wearing anything
under it.
     "You make her go around like this?" I said.
     Henry grinned. "Holly the whore," he said. He came forward with
his cigarette. Holly was whining wordlessly.
     "Spread your legs, Holly," he said.
     "Please, god, please," Holly said.
     "Holly," Henry said. "I can do this once. Just to show Jerry. Or
I can do it six times. Okay?"
     Holly spread her legs.
     "That's a good girl," Henry said.
     "She'll scream," I said. "She'll have the whole school on us."
     "No she won't," Henry said. "Will you, Holly? You know what I'll
do to you if you make any noise. So hold it in, okay, Holly?"
     Holly swallowed, and nodded swiftly.
     "Okay," Henry said. "Watch this." And, grinning into Holly's
twisted face, he ground his cigarette out on her thigh. High up on her
thigh. On the inside. Slowly. Very slowly. Ground it out.
     Holly was a sight to see. Her body went all stiff and rigid, and
tears shot from her eyes, and her mouth opened wide to howl, but she
choked it back, and only weird strangling sounds came out, choking
sounds of agony and horror. Her lips twisted with it, and her body
writhed, slamming against the wall.
     Henry moved back. We watched the sight of a girl in pain. My cock
was bursting.
     "I want to kiss her," I said.
     "Do it," Henry said.
     I grabbed her and kissed her, hard, and Holly moaned and panted
and gasped into my mouth, and I jammed her hard against me and kept
kissing her writhing lips. Holly's breasts rolled on my chest and I
could feel her hips twisting against me and I pulled her skirt up and
ripped down my zipper, pulled out my cock and thrust it up between
Holly's widespread thighs. Right into her pussy. Holly yelped into my
mouth.
     "Good!" Henry said happily. "Fuck him, Holly. Fuck him good,
Holly whore."
     I didn't let Holly's mouth get away from mine, but raped it with
my tongue as I ravished her cunt with my prick. Holly was crying, but
not pulling away. I was banging her against the wall, but Henry was
shouting for me to turn her around. Finally I understood what he
wanted to do, and I turned both of us so I was against the wall and
Holly had her back to Henry as I still continued fucking and kissing
her.
     Henry had his belt off. "You'll love this," Henry said. And he
drew back that strap and whipped Holly as hard as he could across the
ass. Holly howled into my mouth and squirmed wildly against me.
     "Christ!" I gasped against Holly's lips. "Do that again!"
     "Nn--nnn--nngghhh--" Holly said.
     Henry did it again, but higher. And again. And again and again,
across Holly's back and ass and waist, up and down while I fucked that
twisting body and she yelled and I came.

SUFFERING STUDENTS   5/25
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." 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.