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SUFFERING STUDENTS   14/25
by V.P. Viddler

                             14

     I was having a party. At my house. I had invited a judicious
selection of guests. Twelve guys. One girl. Ginny.
     It was to be her coming-out party.
     "Fellows," I said, "this is Ginny. Our guest of honor." Most of
them looked with awe on this sophisticated looking older girl. "Ginny
is an interesting case," I said. "She is with us tonight of her own
volition--although she knows, more or less, what is about to happen to
her. Ginny is free to leave at any time. Most of you have participated
in or witnessed certain activities of   a--shall I say disciplinary
nature--with certain young ladies in our school. But in such cases the
ladies had no choice--or no alternative that they cared to take
advantage of. Gloria, for instance, is horribly constrained by what I
know about a particular night which she will do anything to keep
hidden. Anything, to the point of physical and spritual ruin. And
Holly is so afraid of some hold Henry has on her that she too will
allow her soul and body to suffer unimaginably. And Joanna is forced
to violate everything she is and submit to all horrors for fear of the
insufferable pain that Alma can put her through. And so forth. Any of
these girls would get as far away as they possibly could from us if
only there was any way for them to do so. But Ginny is a different
case altogether. Nothing is holding her. No blackmail, no hidden
facts, no threat of pain or retaliation. Only Ginny herself. And her
helpless desires. Am I right, Ginny?"
     Ginny was looking straight ahead, chin up, defiant but shaking.
"You know it is," Ginny said, glaring at me.
     "Ginny," I said, "do you know what you are in for tonight?"
     Ginny swallowed, and nodded.
     "Not all of it," I said. "You probably know you will be debased
and degraded and humiliated; you probably know that you will be fucked
again and again in every hole you own; you probably know you will be
hurt and tormented in many agonizing ways; you probably know you will
crawl for us, and suck and fuck for us, and scream and howl and twist
and squirm and kick and writhe and cry for us--"
     "Bastard," Ginny said in a shaking voice. "Oh, you dirty
miserable son of a bitch."
     "But I'll bet you don't know this, Ginny. I bet you didn't
anticipate that when all of us are finished with you--when every guy
in this room has had his fill of your cunt and your ass and your
mouth, and has gotten tired of hurting you and watching you crawl and
listening to you howl for mercy--after all that, I am going to spread
your luscious body out on a plastic sheet and then all of us are going
to piss on you."
     "No!" Ginny cried.
     "Yes," I said. "All of us--one by one--will piss our guts out all
over your sweet college girl's body. All over. From top to bottom. All
the piss we're going to accumulate throughout this long
pleasure-filled night. That's a lot of piss, Ginny. You'll be soaked
with it, sopping with it, you'll be lucky if you don't drown in it.
And you'll drink it, too. Oh, yes. I'm going to aim most of mine right
into your mouth, Ginny, and I'm going to make sure that mouth stays
open to take it. And that you swallow it. All of it, every last drop.
You'll be nothing but a piss-soaked cunt, inside and out. You didn't
know that, did you, Ginny?"    
     Ginny was crying now. "Oh god," she sobbed. "Oh, you--oh you
filthy--oh god--no--don't--no--"
     "Now, Ginny," I said. "Now you know what's in store for you. Most
of it, anyway. So now is your big chance. You can still go. If you
want to. Right now. You can go, and nobody will stop you. And I'll
never bother you again. There's the door, Ginny. Go. If you can. Go."
     Sobbing harder, Ginny swayed, then sank to her knees. "I can't,"
she choked. "Oh god, oh Jesus, I can't. Oh Christ help me, I can't, I
can't. I can't leave. Oh please. Please. Have mercy. I'm a cunt slave,
I'm a shit-sucking twat, just a bitch shit whore slave. I need you. I
can't go. Kill me, god, kill me."
     The guys all were staring with popped eyes and murmuring. "You
see," I said triumphantly. "Ginny is ours. All ours. You can see what
a sexy outfit she's got on. I told her to wear it. Such a
sophisticated gown. Low cut. Short. And guess what she's got on
underneath?"
     "What?" somebody said.
     "Tell us, Ginny," I said.
     "Nothing," Ginny said shakily.
     "Go on," I said.
     Ginny took a shuddering breath. "Nothing," she said again. "You
told me not to put on any underwear, so I didn't. I'm naked beneath
this gown. Bare and naked. For you. For--for all of you."
     "Stand up," I said.
     Ginny stood up and I told her to rip that gown down the front,
and she did, with a cry of loss, and I told her to slip it off, and
she did. I had her display her curving body to all the watching guys,
and then I let them all touch her all over, and then I had her crawl
for a while, crawl around among us with her tits swaying and her
thighs working and her long brown hair brushing the floor.
     And then to kick of the erotic festivities I had her fuck Billy,
fuck her brother while we all watched. Fuck him until he came and
Ginny had to come too. And then I let them at her, let them all fuck
her and fuck her and fuck her and made her suck us all, all of us, and
when all of us were temporarily satiated I hung her up and the
whipping started.
     Ginny had been whipped before but not hung up like that by her
wrists, with her helpless body swaying and twisting as the straps
slammed into her soft breasts and ass and back and thighs and stomach
and crotch. Ginny screamed and howled and begged, but also climaxed
again and again under the continuous lashing. We did other things to
her too, and when I cut her down we were all hard again and we used
Ginny's tortured body for several more hours.
     And finally as dawn was coming in the windows I laid Ginny out on
her back and all of us pissed on her while she sobbed and shuddered,
emptying our bladders all up and down Ginny's writhing, whip-striped
body, all of us standing around her in a circle and inundating her
with our stinking piss. And I told her to open her mouth and I
directed my piss right down her throat and I said, "Swallow it, Ginny.
Swallow every drop." And Ginny swallowed and swallowed and then got
sick and vomited on the floor. And I told her to lick it up. Ginny
rolled over and guys pissed on her back as she licked and ate her own
vomit, choking and gagging. And her hair fell into it and she was
sobbing and retching and eating it and I was hard again.