SUFFERING STUDENTS   6/25
by V.P. Viddler

                             6

     "By her hair?" I said.
     "I don't actually hang her by her hair," Henry said. "Not yet,
anyway. That might rip her scalp off. But almost. I do have this hair
clamp that holds a girl's hair firmly and will support any weight.
What I do is fasten Holly's hair to it, and tie her hands in back of
her just as I said; but I don't hang her off the floor. I put her just
low enough to allow her to support herself if she stands on her toes."
     "My god!" I said admiringly. "What a terrific idea! That way she
has to stay up on her toes to avoid actually hanging by her hair. And
soon her toes get tired and can't hold her any more--"
     "Right," Henry said. "And then it's a continuing struggle between
two kinds of pain. After a time it gets impossible for Holly to stand
it in either position. That's when it really starts being fun. Fun to
watch."
     "I'll just bet it is," I said.
     "God, I sit and watch her for hours," Henry said. "I sit right in
front of her and gloat at her suffering. As Holly grunts and groans
and sobs with the effort of staying up on her toes; as she howls and
squalls when her exhausted toes give way and that quivering, sweating,
spasming body is forced to dangle from her hair. I sit and listen to
her crying and gasping and whimpering and shrieking. And I listen with
joy as she begs me, literally begs me to let her down. How she begs!
Promising me unimaginable delights if only I will have pity. Thinking
up the most  humiliating, horrifying, degrading things that she will
do for me if I will just put an end to that horrible torture. I could
sit there all night like that, watching and listening as Holly hurts
worse and worse. Sometimes I do."
     "And I suppose you whip her while this is going on," I said.
     "Occasionally," Henry said. "Or amuse myself with other
instruments on that pain-wracked body. And of course I fuck her.
That's always good, because Holly is so anxious to alleviate the agony
in her scalp that she will wrap those fantastic legs around me as
tightly as she can, so she can lift herself by means of my body.
Clamping those legs so hard, clutching with her soft thighs, squirming
against my torso as she hauls herself upward as much as possible. It
makes for a wild fuck."
     "Christ," I said. "I want that!"
     "Why not?" Henry said. "Take Holly home. A little gift from a
pal."
     "Thanks," I said. "You want Joanna in exchange?"
     "What will Joanna say?" Henry said.
     "She'll shit a brick," I said.
     "Good," Henry said. "I'll take the bitch. What about Gloria?"
     "Gloria," I said, "is a special project. I want Gloria to perform
in public until I say so. Okay?"
     "I love it," Henry said.
     "Speaking of public," I said, "why didn't you bring Holly out?"
     "Wanted her to myself," Henry said. "But now, if you want to--"
     "Now," I said. "Class is breaking up."
     Holly was still on the floor, with her skirt all awry and her
blouse gaping open over her half-bared breasts. "Stay like that,
Holly," I said as Holly started to get up. "Stay right there on the
floor. No, don't button your blouse, Holly. It looks good. Don't do
anything. Nothing at all. Just stay as you are."
     "Please," Holly said.
     "Shut up, Holly," I said.
     "Ho ho," Henry said. "Holly's going to be humiliated. How
humbling for Holly. Hordes of happy high-schoolers will howl as Holly
huddles helplessly. How hilarious. How--"
     "Christ, Henry, cut it out!" I said.
     "Hokay," Henry said.
     "Now, Holly," I said. "You're going to stay down there and not
move, okay?"
     "God--" Holly said. "Oh, please--don't do this to me--I can't--"
     "Sure you can, Holly," I said. "Now, if anybody asks you what you
are doing down on the floor on your knees, with your gorgeous body
showing, you will say, 'I am nothing but a piece of shit and I love to
suck cock.' You got that, Holly?"
     "I--I can't--" Holly said.
     "Holly," I said. "I'm going to take you with me tonight, you know
that. And if you think Henry could hurt you, you ain't seen nothing
yet. I'm serious, Holly. Okay? Now what is it you're going to say to
anybody who asks you why you are in that degrading position? Say it,
Holly."
     "I--I--please--I--"
     "Say it!" I commanded. "Or by god I'll strip you naked and make
you crawl through the halls that way. Is that what you want, Holly?"
     Holly was sobbing uncontrollably. She shook her head wildly.
     "Okay," I said. "Say it."
     "I--I--I am--I am a--a piece--"
     "I am nothing but a piece--" I said.
     "I--oh--I am n-n-nothing but a--a piece--of--"
     "Shit," I said.
     "Sh-shit," Holly said.
     "And--" I said.
     "And--and--I--I love to--to s-suck cock--oh--Jesus--  please--"
     And the bell rang for change of classes and six hundred students
poured out into the halls. The sight of a half-naked Holly on her
knees on the floor, sobbing and shaking, was enough to gather a large
staring crowd in about four seconds.
     "Christ!" a boy said. "What the hell is going on here anyway?"
     "Tell him, Holly," I said.
     Holly moaned, trying to cover her breasts with her hands as all
those gaping kids looked at her. I didn't bother to stop her; her
fright and debasement and shame was sexier than nudity.
     "Holly," I said again. "Tell him."
     Holly gulped. "I--" she got out and choked. "I--I--"
     "Go on," I said with warning.
     Holly sobbed pathetically as she said it. "I--I am a--a
p-piece of--sh-shit--and--and--and I--I l-love t-to--to--to
s-s-suck cock!"
     "That's right," I said into a dumfounded quiet. "That's our
Holly. Okay, kids, this show is over now. Holly has to go home so I
can hurt her. And fuck her. And do anything I want to her. Isn't that
right, Holly?"
     And Holly said, "Y-yes--" And the kids drooled.
     "Don't forget the cafeteria tomorrow," I said. "Gloria will be
back." They all cheered.
     Henry said, "Bring me Joanna."
     Joanna was brought, and when I told her she was going with Henry,
she started to cry.
     "Cry all you want, darling," Henry said. "I like it. Let's go,
Joanna. Jolly Joanna. I'm going to jump on Joanna. And jounce Joanna
and jam my gism--"
     "Shit," I said. "Okay, Holly. Crawl."