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SUFFERING STUDENTS   13/25
by V.P. Viddler

                             13

     "Go away, Billy," Ginny said.
     She was lying naked on the floor. Her body was still beautiful
and arousing and she had marks on her breasts and thighs.
     "No," I said. "Billy stays."
     "You bastard," Ginny said. "I can't do this. Not with him."
     "You can go any time," I said. "Nobody's stopping you."
     "I can't," Ginny said. "You know I can't, you son of a bitch."
     "Why?" I said. "I'm just a high school kid. What can I do?"
     "I need you," Ginny said. "You know that. I'm lost. I'm just
goddamned lost."
     "All right," I said. "So you can stay. And Billy stays. Right?"
     Ginny nodded slowly.
     "Tell him," I said.
     "Stay, Billy," Ginny said.
     "Good," I said. "Now do something for us. Put on a show."
     "What do you want me to do?" Ginny said.
     "Crawl," I said. "Crawl for us. Show us what a degraded slut you
are. Get onto your hands and knees and crawl around until I tell you
to stop."
     "Make me," Ginny said.
     "Billy," I said. "Make Ginny crawl."
     "Oh Jesus god," Billy said. "I'm going to whip her. I'm going to
whip my sister."
     "No," Ginny said. "Don't let that filthy kid hit me. I'll do it.
I'll do it."
     "Turn over," I said.
     "Please," Ginny said.
     "Turn over or I'll let him whip your tits," I said.
     Ginny turned over.
     "Stretch out," I said.
     Ginny spread her shaking body.
     "All right," I said to Billy. "On her back. Hard."
     Billy swung, hitting Ginny's back with the belt.
     Ginny yelled and began to cry. "I'll do it," she said, sobbing.
"No more."
     "Ginny," I said. "Ask Billy to do it again."
     "No! God, please--"
     "You love it," I said.
     "Not that way. Not from--oh please--"
     "Ask him to hit you again," I said. "Ask him nicely."
     "Oh--" Ginny said. "I--oh, no--I--"
     I waited.
     Ginny sobbed. "Billy," she choked. "Hit me again."
     "Please," I said.
     "P-please," Ginny said. "Please hit me again."
     "Do it," I told Billy.
     Happily, Billy did. As hard as he could. Ginny screamed, twisting
her body against the floor.
     "Now," I said. "Now crawl, Ginny. Crawl."
     Painfully, Gionny pulled herself up onto all fours.
     "Look at me," I said.
     Ginny raised her eyes to mine.
     "Whore," I said.
     Ginny swallowed. "Yes," she said.
     "Cocksucking shit," I said.
     "Yes," Ginny said.
     "Filthy slut slave cunt," I said.
     "Yes," Ginny said softly. "Yes."
     "Crawl for us," I said.
     And Ginny crawled. Naked, sobbing, hurting, shamed, hating
it--and loving every degrading second of it.
     "College girl," I said. "Look at you."
     "Bring in some more guys," Billy said. "Make her do it with all
of them. A fucking gang bang!"
     "How about it, Ginny?" I said.
     "I'm yours," Ginny said.
     "Billy's too," I said. "Don't forget that, Ginny. I'm giving
Billy full charge of you. Understand? You'll do anything he tells you,
any time he wants, any way he wants. Is that understood, Ginny?"
     "Yes," Ginny said, crying.
     "All right," I said. "We can talk about gang bangs later. And all
about what is in store for you, Ginny baby. But right now I have plans
for our grand finale. I still haven't put my cock into you. But I
will."
     "Oh," Ginny said. "Oh, yes!"
     "And I'll bet Billy is ready again. Right, Billy?"
     "Shit, yeah!" Billy said.
     "Jesus," Ginny said.
     "Both at once?" Billy said.
     "Why not?" I said.
     Ginny made a sound of total despair.
     "Ginny," I said. "I'll tell you what. We'll give your poor pussy
a rest, okay?"
     "Jerry," Ginny said whimperingly, "Jerry, for god's sake have
pity. You can do anything with me. Anything. I'm helpless with you.
For god's sake have some pity. Please oh please oh god please--"
     "Christ," I said. "I love this. I just fucking love this!"
     Ginny was sobbing.
     "Ginny, my darling slave," I said. "You are now going to suck one
of us off--suck him off with your luscious mouth and make him shoot
down your throat, and swallow all his gism--while the other one fucks
you up your tight little asshole."
     "Oh Jesus," Ginny moaned.
     "Simultaneously," I said. "Mouth and ass. How does that sound,
Gin?"
     "Oh god," Ginny said. "Please--"
     "But listen to this," I said. "This is the good part. You get to
decide, Ginny. That's right. You get to choose which one of us you
suck off and which one fucks you in the ass. Now isn't that generous
of me?"
     "You--you bastard!" Ginny said.
     "I'd hit you for that, only you'd enjoy it too much," I said.
     "I'll hit her," Billy said. "She won't enjoy that!"
     "Okay," I said.
     "No!" Ginny said.
     "Stay still," I said. "Don't move, Ginny. Not an inch."
     Ginny, still on all fours, said, "God, I hate you!" But she
didn't move.
     And Billy whacked her across the back very hard, and the tip of
the strap curled under her flinching body and whipped into her
dangling breast. Ginny writhed deliciously in pain, moaning.
     "Okay," I said. "Now choose, Ginny. Which of us do you want to
suck? While the other bungholes your bottom? Choose."
     "Oh, god," Ginny said. "I can't. I can't, please, I can't--"
     "No?" I said. "How many lashes do you think Billy will have to
give you to get you to do it? Hmm? Want to guess? Six? Nine?
Eighty-two? Do you want to find out? I don't mind doing research on
that question. And Billy sure as shit doesn't. How about it?"
     Ginny swallowed hard. "Oh, you shit," she breathed. "You--All
right. All right! I-I'll--I'll do it."
     "Who then," I said. "Who gets your mouth, Ginny slut?"
     Ginny was sobbing again. I never got tired of that. I waited.
Watching the torment of it, the horror and humiliation of having to
say, particularly, that she would take her brother in her mouth, or up
he ass. It was almost impossible for her to do. But she had to.
     And finally, choking and biting her lip, Ginny said, "You.
I--I'll suck you. I--oh god, oh dear god--"
     "Okay," I said. "That's your decision, is it? You'll suck my
cock--and Billy will fuck you in the ass. Is that what you want,
Ginny?"
     "Yes! Damn you!" Ginny cried. "All right! Yes! I'll do it, I--I
can't--I--"
     "Ah, Ginny," I said. "How arousing you are like this. All that
shit I'm making you roll in, and you swallow it down because your
system craves it, even though it makes you vomit. Poor delicious
college girl."
     "Kill me," Ginny said.
     "First our party," I said. And as Ginny crawled toward me I said,
"No. Not that way. The other way. Suck Billy. I'll fuck your ass. Cry,
my slave!"