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Subject: Repost: Fantasia--Suffering Students 18/25
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SUFFERING STUDENTS 18/25
by V.P. Viddler
18
Mr. Gibbs' anatomy class was the most popular class in school. By
far.
This was probably due to the fact that Mr. Gibbs had hit on a
method of instruction that illustrated his points so entertainingly
that although his lectures may have been a bit repetitive, nobody was
anxious to miss any of them. Especially the boys.
Mr. Gibbs' popular method, of course, had to do with his using my
sensuous Holly as a living illustration. But to give him credit, Mr.
Gibbs did try to put some variety into his class sessions. For
instance, he didn't always hang Holly by her wrists, although that was
just about the favorite position of all. But he would on some days
spread her out across his desk and tie her spread-eagled; or make her
crouch on hands and knees on the floor; or just lash her wrists in
back of her and make her stand and take it. And so on.
Also, he did not always use the slim, whippy pointer to impress
his knowledge on us, and particularly on Holly. Sometimes it was a
long wicked metal ruler, or an old piece of rubber, or a viciously
whistling length of knotted rope. Or his belt. And occasionally he
would put a gag in Holly's mouth, so that his classroom discourse
could be heard without the interference of Holly's screams and howls.
But we found that those agonized shrieks were so deliciously arousing
to us that most of the time the gag was not used.
On the day that Dr. Pratt came to monitor Mr. Gibbs' class (at my
suggestion), Mr. Gibbs chose to be classical. No gag. Holly hanging by
her wrists from the ceiling. Body dangling, straining, legs kicking,
tits thrusting and writhing. And stark naked.
The lecture began.
"This is a human body," Mr. Gibbs said, flexing the pointer with
anticipation. "Female type. Note," Mr. Gibbs said, raising his arm,
"The breasts."
Whap!
Holly's scream was particularly loud. Mr. Gibbs had hit
particularly hard. He was outdoing himself for Dr. Pratt. Dr. Pratt
was appreciating it all to hell.
"The breasts," Mr. Gibbs said, "are more pronounced on the female
than the male."
Whistle. Slam. WHAP!
Horrible scream from Holly. Twisting of body, kicking of legs.
Hardening of cocks.
"Note," Mr. Gibbs said, "the nipples."
WHAPP!
Louder howling. Harder thrashing. Pitiful crying. Holly wanted to
beg him to stop, but she knew it would not do any good. It never did.
Soon, though, Holly would beg anyway. She wouldn't be able to help it.
And it wouldn't do her any good.
"Note also," Mr. Gibbs said, "the thighs."
Whistle SLAMCRACK!
Eardrum-shattering tortured howls, helpless squirming and
twisting, more howls.
"And the stomach," Mr. Gibbs said.
Swish SLAM.
Horrible screaming, interrupted only by the most piteous begging,
pleading, sobbing.
Dr. Pratt stood up. Oh-oh, I thought. Maybe this is too much even
for him. But Pratt said, "Show us her thighs again."
"The thighs," Mr. Gibbs said, and slashed his stick across them,
making Holly's fantastic legs kick in luscious agony.
"And the breasts," Dr. Platt said hoarsely.
"The breasts," Mr. Gibbs said, and swung harder than ever.
CRRRRAAACCCKKK! into Holly's round pink-nippled rolling tits.
Indescribable shrieks of unbearable agony.
And Dr. Pratt stood and watched with the most attentive
fascination as Holly did her helpless, involuntary dance of pain,
hanging in the air, body pulled taut, straining and aching, dancing so
beautifully in its mind-obliterating horror. Dr. Pratt advanced to the
front of the room, watching Holly's gyrations at close range.
"I will continue the demonstration," Dr. Pratt said. "If I may."
"Certainly, sir," Mr. Gibbs said.
"Cut this girl down," Dr. Pratt said.
Mr. Gibbs did. Holly fell to the floor, still howling, still
squirming, wrists still lashed together. Dr. Pratt pulled Holly to her
knees by her long dark hair. With his other hand he unzipped his fly
and took out his stiff cock.
"This," Dr. Pratt said, "is a penis. An erect penis. And this,"
he said, twisting his hand in Holly's hair and pulling her head back
painfully until Holly's soft twisting mouth opened with a squall of
pain, "this is an erect male penis being inserted into a female
mouth." And Pratt suited action to word, shoving his dork into Holly's
mouth, all the way into Holly's mouth, in fact so far into Holly's
mouth that Holly gagged and choked, bound hands rising frantically to
try to push Pratt back. But Pratt didn't move, and ignoring the
gagging and frantic whimpering and the ineffectual hands, he pulled
Holly's head to him by her hair, jamming that stuffed mouth hard
against his stomach at the base of that throat-filling prick. And
holding it there. And grinning. Grinning at the struggling,
half-suffocating naked girl at his feet.
We could hear the sound of air whistling through Holly's nostrils
now as she strove wildly for breath. Pratt didn't move. And didn't
fuck Holly's mouth. Just stood there, holding her face against him,
tugging and twisting her hair, his cock down her gullet, her lips
distorted around its thick stem. Until I could tell that he was about
ready to come.
"This," Pratt said hoarsely, "this is a male penis--ejaculating!"
And at the last moment he tugged Holly's mouth away from him, but
still clutched her hair, holding her lovely face in front of that
prick as his gism spurted out of it, shooting it right into her face,
all over it, splashing it across that twisting face, and as Holly
gasped for air, Pratt's come spurted into her mouth and she choked on
it, choking and gasping and choking again, squirming, kicking, crying
with the pain in her scalp and the horror of what she was going
through, and the knowledge that this day was far from over for her,
and then when at last it was, there was still tomorrow.
And tomorrow.
And tomorrow.
And when Dr. Pratt had drained his cock on Holly's face, he took
up Gibbs' pointer with a rapturous look. Holl shrieked, and instantly
flung herself at his feet, desperately hugging his thighs and begging
him, pleading with him frantically, wildly, babblingly, not to hurt
her again. Sobbing, whimpering, promising him anything, and only
making his cock go stiff again. Holly saw that and collapsed with a
hair-raising moan of pure terror. Dr. Pratt put his foot on her body
and shoved her over so that Holly lay on her back.
"No!" Holly babbled. "No no no no no no NOOO!"
And for each no, Pratt slammed that vicious stick with all his
might across Holly's helpless body. And only after he had striped it
all over, front and back, up and down, did he stop and fuck her. And I
fucked her, and so did all of us.
Our anatomy lesson for that day.