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Subject: Repost: Fantasia--Suffering Students 10/25
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SUFFERING STUDENTS  10/25
by V.P. Viddler

                            10

     Each morning I was awakened by Holly's sounds of suffering. It
was a beautiful way to wake up.
     Usually I tied Holly spread-eagled on my bed as tightly stretched
as I could get her. That way she was always there any time I wanted
her during the night. I usually just slept on top of that taut body,
sprawling over Holly's bountiful soft bumps and hollows. I don't think
Holly got a lot of sleep with my body crushing her into the mattress
and pulling her wrists and ankles cruelly against their bonds, not to
mention my waking up to fuck her now and then. By morning Holly was a
mass of pain, and I would wake to the lovely sounds of her gasping and
groaning and sobbing. It was sweeter than the most soothing music. I
would like listening, listening to that agony, savoring the harsh
panting and the broken moans, lying on that twisting body. I would
just lie there and listen until those noises had made my cock hard and
throbbing, and then I would roll right over and thrust my prick up
into Holly's warm cunt and fuck her swiftly and hard, just to get off.
And Holly would sob and make rattling sounds of pain into my ear, and
her soft body would strain and try vainly to pull away, and in a
minute I would shoot my first load of the day up into Holly's
helplessly squirming twat.
     After that my cock would relax enough for me to take a piss, so I
would crawl up Holly's body and sit down on her tits and stick my dick
in her mouth. If she tried to twist her face away, I would grab hold
of her hair and pull on it till she howled. And then I would ask her
if she wouldn't like to taste my piss. And swallow it. And Holly would
nod, in spite of the pain it caused with me still holding her hair so
tightly, and I would slide my dick slowly into her waiting, quivering
mouth. And then I would let go all the piss that had built up during
the night. All of it, letting it pour out into Holly's helpless mouth,
down her throat. On and on. And Holly swallowed it. She swallowed and
swallowed, frantically drinking the foul stuff down as it came from my
cock, swallowing as fast as she could to keep from choking on it, and
also to avoid losing any. Holly knew I didn't like it if she let any
piss spill out of her mouth. I would punish her for that. Horribly. So
she gulped down all of it, and when I had finished she sucked the last
drops out of my prick and swallowed them also. And then she would gag
and choke for a while, sick with all that piss she had drunk, but
struggling to keep it down. Because if she threw up I would make her
eat it.
     Sometimes just watching her I would get all hard again, and I'd
just stick my dick back between Holly's soft trembling lips and have
her suck me off. If she didn't do a good job with her lips and tongue,
I would play with her long dark hair, pulling and twisting it to
elicit Holly's wonderful groans and sobs and gasps, and to encourage
her to put her heart into what she was doing.
     After I shot down her throat, I would finally untie Holly and
take her into the bathroom, where I allowed her to sit on the toilet
for ten minutes, while I watched whatever she did. Holly hated that.
Then I got into the shower and Holly would wash my body, and dry me
off afterwards. And dress me. And then Holly would make breakfast.
Naked. And as I ate my breakfast at the table, Holly ate hers off the
floor. On her hands and knees.
     At last I would let her get dressed in her school outfit--a
tight, tight, very thin T-shirt, and the shortest skirt I could find,
which came just barely below her crotch--when she was standing up.
     And I would put Holly's leash on her and we would go to school.
     I almost caused a riot the first morning I made Holly crawl up
the front steps of the school, crawl on all fours all the way up the
broad stairs, with the dog leash around her neck and me holding the
other end, pulling her along. Holly was crying, but that just made her
more exciting.
     Nobody gave me any trouble about it, because by now I was king of
that school. Only one instructor said anything, and that was my
anatomy instructor, Mr. Gibbs. And I took care of that very simply by
pointing out to him how Holly could be used to demonstrate some
esoteric points in his anatomy lectures. Mr. Gibbs swiftly saw the
merit of that argument. And Holly became a volunteer during his class
that same day.
     Mr. Gibbs illustrated his anatomical lecture by hanging Holly up
from the ceiling by her wrists, bringing her luscious body into high
relief, with her full round tits thrusting up and out, and her pitiful
skirt hoisted high on those magnificent thighs. Mr. Gibbs took a long,
thin, flexible pointer, and do demonstrate the resilience of the human
body, he whacked it as hard as he could across Holly's straining
breasts. Before Holly had stopped screaming, he did it again. And to
make sure all his pupils got the point, he did it five or six more
times, thwacking that stick across Holly's wonderful titties until her
shrieks almost burst our eardrums. Then he started whipping that stick
across her thighs, to show us the propensity of human skin to absorb
hard blows by converting them into marks. Lots of marks. The hanging
girl twisted and squirmed and wriggled so gorgeously that nobody
wanted to go away when class was over. Luckily it was our last class,
so we all hung around a while. We had a contest to see who could rip
Holly's T-shirt off. The guy that won got to whip her on the bare
breasts. After him, we all took a turn at doing that. By that time
Holly was howling and babbling and going crazy with agony and horror,
and it was the most erotic sight you can imagine. So we cut Holly down
and four guys held her down across Mr. Gibbs' desk and we all fucked
her, one by one, on and on as Holly screamed.