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Subject: Repost: Fantasia--Suffering Students 21/25
From: pamela7@juno.com
Date: 1997/05/01
Message-Id: <336a1883.21409177@NNTP.ix.netcom.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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SUFFERING STUDENTS 21/25
by V.P. Viddler
21
"Oh god oh god oh you bastard oh I love you oh Jesus god shit I
love you, oh you bastard you filthy shit I love you ohh god I can't
stand it I love you oh I hurt so oh Jesus shit god shit oh I love you
I love you stop this don't stop I can't oh! I love you! Ahhh--"
It was Ginny. We were in my cellar, which I had specially
prepared for just such situations as this. I was sitting near Ginny
and listening to what she was saying with avid curiosity. It is not
often you hear a girl tell you she loves you in a position like the
one Ginny was in. Ginny was hanging from my ceiling. Hanging in an
exquisitely painful way, with her wrists lashed together and tied to
one hanging rope, her ankles bound to another, making her body swing
in a straining inverted bow. She was stark naked, arms and legs
agonizingly taut with the weight of her body, lovely breasts dangling
and swaying, smooth stomach rippling with strain. Her head hung down,
long brown hair falling. Ginny's entire body was suffused with
perspiration; her breathing was loud and harsh.
She had been like that for two hours.
And that wasn't all. In a small pit in the floor below her, about
five feet below that dangling body, I had built a small fire. Small
but hot. I kept that fire under control, not allowing it to build to a
point at which it could severely damage Ginny's body. But I kept it
high enough so that Ginny was always aware of its rising heat, always
rosy with it, always uncomfortable because of it. And occasionally I
would build it up higher. High enough to add to her pain. High enough
to make her howl. High enough to cause that fabulous naked body to
twist frantically against its cruel bonds, to jump and flop around in
a way that made my prick throb and jump almost as much as my yowling
Ginny. And I would sit and watch, watch her flailing and writhing,
watch her hair flying around her tossing head, watch her awful agony
until I let the fire die down again, and Ginny hung limply, gasping,
panting, exhausted, and aching in every fiber.
And this had been going on for two hours. Ginny was in a constant
state of overwhelming pain, truly unsupportable pain, pain dominating
every muscle, every bone, every inch of her body and her soul. But
this was Ginny, and that unspeakable agony was also her only wayto
ecstasy. And that was why at the same instant that Ginny screamed out
with pain and horror, and with her body's unstoppable longing to be
quit of its torment, her heard and soul was bursting with incredible
love--love for that torment, that all-consuming pain, that helpless
bondage--and for the one who was its cause, its controller, its master
and hers.
"Darling Ginny," I said. "What a liar you are. You'd love anybody
who hurt you. Wouldn't you, you bitch?" And I reached out and gave
that taut body a push, just to set it swaying and to add to its
suffering.
"Ahhh," Ginny howled. "Auggghhh! Arrhh! No! No! You! I love you!
Oh! Oh god! It hurts! Oh god! No! Nobody--nobody hurts me like you do.
Nobody can. Only you."
"Should I do that again?" I said.
"No! Yes! No! God, oh Jesus oh god I don't I can't oh do it no
yes no do it I you Jesus--"
"I'll do it," I said, and I did it again, only harder.
"Harrr! Hau! Huh! God! I love you! Yes! I love you! Yes! Ohh!
God! I can't, I can't. Oh Jesus--"
"Would you like to come down, Ginny?" I said. "I'm not saying I
will, mind you. But who knows? Maybe I'm tired of watching you this
way. Would you like that? To come down?"
Ginny gave a pitiful cry. "I--oh god I--I do--I do--I can't stand
it--god--I--but--I--I don't--I--"
"You love it," I said.
"Yes! Shit! I do! Oh you rat bastard son of a bitch dirty prick I
oh I ah no yes no! Yes! Ohhh--"
"If you call me bad things, Gin, I'm going to whip you," I said.
Ginny drew in a hissing breath. "Whip me? Like--like this?"
"Yes," I said. "Just like that."
"Whip me," Ginny said, as if in a trance. And then it was a
prayer. "Whip me. Whip me oh god whip me oh Jesus whip me whip me all
over whip me whip--"
"Shut up," I said, and I threw more sticks on the fire.
"No!" Ginny screamed involuntarily, and soon she was twisting and
flopping and writhing and yelping. And babbling that she loved me all
the time.
At last, when the fire had burned low again, Ginny begged me to
let her down. Begged so piteously, so painfully, that I couldn't stand
any more. I got up and unzipped my pants and brought out my prick. And
I stood on a chair right in front of Ginny's face and I held her head
up by her hair and I stuck my stiff cock all the way into that
twisting mouth and let her blow me, fucking her mouth and throat and
pulling out only to shoot my loud into that lovely face, until it was
dripping with my copious fluid.
I got down and again Ginny begged, crying now, to come down.
"No," I said. "Stay that way!"
Ginny's wail was part horror, part despair--and part love.
"All day," I said.
"God," Ginny whispered.
"You know," I said, "I'm having a party tonight. A big party.
Lots of kids. You're invited, Ginny. In fact, you can be the
entertainment. Won't that be something?"
"You--you--" Ginny croaked.
"So," I said, "you might as well stay right where you are. I
mean, you don't have to change or anything. You look great. And think
how you'll look by tonight. What a hit you'll make!"
"I can't," Ginny moaned.
"You will," I said.
"You dirty--"
I reached for her tits and took those dangling pink nipples in my
fingers. Pinching them hard, I pulled downward, elongating those firm
round breasts, stretching them and their nipples agonizingly, and
adding to the straining, pain-inducing weight of that body against the
cutting, bone-wracking bonds.
"Don't!" Ginny shrieked. "No! Don't oh god stop stop nooh oh oh
Jesus god--"
"Shall I?" I said. "Shall I stop?"
"No! No! AHAHAHOHOHOHOHARHARHAUGH No stop god AUGH! Bastard you I
love it augh oh yes kill me AU I can't--take--I--oh--do it do it do it
I love you hurt me I love it do it fuck me kill me do it ARRRGH!"
I gave her tits a particularly hard pull and a vicious final
pinch, and I let go and went upstairs.
Ginny hung there all day. I could hear her moaning loudly as I
got ready for my party.
Ginny was a big hit as I had said. She hung there most of the
night too. And she got her wish--she was whipped. Mercilessly. And
finally she was cut down to be spread out and fucked by all the kids
over and over. And when they all left next morning, I put Ginny back
up there as she sobbed and howled that she loved me.
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