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Subject: Repost: Fantasia -- Suffering Students 2/25
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SUFFERING STUDENTS 2/25
by V.P. Viddler
2
When I told Gloria to strip, the room got quiet again. The
tension that had broken as Gloria had sucked me off had now returned.
It got so silent that the only sound was Gloria's crying. My prick was
already hardening again.
"Damn," I said. "Just look at this now. Miss Gloria Sarnoff, miss
high and mighty, miss stuck-up herself. Look at her now. Down on her
knees. Crying and sobbing. Sucking my cock and swallowing my come.
Well, well. I told you, didn't I, Gloria? That night? I told you I
would get back at you. Didn't I?"
Gloria nodded jerkily.
"I can't hear you, Gloria," I said.
Gloria gulped. "Y-yes," she whispered.
"Right. And now I have. But it's not over, Gloria. I'm not
through with you, baby. Not by a long shot. You understand?"
"Oh god--"
"Answer my question," I said.
"Yes!" Gloria moaned.
"Okay. Now I told you to strip. All the people here are waiting
for that. Particularly the guys. Lots of the girls too, I bet. So
stand up, Gloria. You're about to show us all just what that pretty
body looks like."
"P-please," Gloria said chokingly. "I--I--don't--"
"Up," I said.
Gloria stood up awkwardly. I didn't help. Gloria was trembling
badly. I grinned at her. "I'll tell you what," I said. "I think all
our friends should be able to get a good look at you as you strip down
for us. So I'll tell you what you'll do, Gloria. You'll stand up on
this table here."
Gloria gasped involuntarily.
"That's right, Gloria darling. Stand up on this table and give us
a nice strip show. Up you go." And I waited.
Gloria was really shaking now. "Jerry--god, please--I--please--"
"Up," I said.
"I--I can't--please--I can't!"
"I'm waiting," I said.
Gloria shuddered. "Jerry," she said desperately. "Jerry, please,
I--I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was--look, I--I'll do anything for you,
Jerry, I--I'll do anything you want me to do, I don't--d-don't make
me--"
"It's too late," I said. "It's too late now, Gloria. I'm getting
my revenge now. I like it. I like it a lot. It just thrills me all to
shit to have you in my power this way."
"Oh god--"
"Now that's enough bullshit," I said. "I want you on that table.
Now!"
With a pitiful broken cry that almost made me come, Gloria did
what I said. Awkwardly, with difficulty, she got up on a chair, and
from that she climbed up onto the table top. And stood there, facing
us all, panting both from exertion and from fright. Moaning. Shaking
her head as if to shake off the terrible realization of what was
happening to her.
"Okay," I said. "Okay, Gloria. Strip. All the way. Take it off.
Show us that body you love to flaunt so much. We want to see you
naked, Gloria. Bare naked. Your tits and your ass and your cunt. And
your thighs and your legs and your nipples and--shit, what are you
waiting for? Do it!"
And Gloria did it.
Stripped in front of us.
It took her a while. Her hands were shaking so hard that she
could hardly get her buttons open. And she kept stopping. But I kept
her at it. I watched her trembling and whimpering and pleading and
going red and white and all colors, and I wouldn't allow her to stop.
She was sobbing all the way. But finally she got it all off. Sweater.
Skirt. Shoes. Stockings. Brassiere. Panties.
And Gloria was naked. That beautiful, fabulous, luscious body was
naked for us, although Gloria was trying vainly to cover it with her
hands.
"Put your hands down, Gloria," I commanded. "Down at your sides.
And keep them there. That's it. That's right. Just stand and let us
look at you."
And what a sight it was. What legs! What mouth-watering thighs!
What high, firm, round, bobbling breasts! I could have gazed at it all
day, but I had forgotten the time. The bell rang to signal the finish
of lunch, and all the guys groaned in disappointment.
"Don't worry, fellows," I said. "Gloria will be here tomorrow.
She isn't going anyplace. She can't. We have all year with her. Right,
Gloria?"
Gloria nodded, sobbing.
"Okay," I said. "It's not really practical to have Gloria suck us
all off in one day. So here's what we'll do. Listen to this, Gloria.
Every day at lunch hour, we'll have a replay of what you did today.
You got that? Only each day it will be a different guy. We'll draw
straws. Or go alphabetically or something. So each one has his turn.
Right, guys?"
A great yell of approval.
"And by the end of term, all of us will have had a chance at you,
Gloria. Doesn't that sound jolly?"
Gloria couldn't stand up any more. She collapsed weakly on the
table, crouching on all fours, head bowed, moaning.
"Each day, Gloria, you'll come to the cafeteria, and the boy of
the day will be waiting. With your lunch. And you'll go down and crawl
to him. Across the room, just like today. And maybe he'll want you to
strip first, so you'll do that. And you'll eat your doggie lunch, and
then you'll suck him off, just like you did to me, and swallow it
down. And then, if we still have time--" But the guys were shouting
now, and Gloria was howling, and the bell was ringing again. But
nobody left that room until Gloria was all dressed again.
And as I was about to go out, I took hold of Gloria's hair and
twisted her face to me. "How did you like it, Gloria?" I said. "I told
you. Didn't I?"
"Please--" Gloria gasped. "I'll--I'm sorry--don't--"
"It's only beginning," I said. "It's only starting, Gloria,
darling. It's going to get a lot worse. I promise you that." And as
Gloria's soft lips twisted with horror, I pulled her to me and kissed
her, shoving my hard prick against her and kissing her wonderful sobs.