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Subject: Repost: Fantasia -- Suffering Students 1/25
From: pamela7@juno.com
Date: 1997/04/28
Message-Id: <33643ace.62394427@NNTP.ix.netcom.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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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....
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