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Subject: Repost: Fantasia -- Suffering Students  7/25
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SUFFERING STUDENTS    7/25
by V.P. Viddler

                              7

     By Friday I was worn out from fucking Holly.
     I had brought her home and had pulled off her clothes and tied
her down spread-eagled on my bod, and as I looked at that
outstretched, tautly straining curvy white body I got an instant
hard-on. I fell on top of that girl and stuck my prick inside her and
just fucked and fucked with all I was worth. I came hard and I started
to fuck her again right away.
     After that I couldn't stop fucking her. I was obsessed with her
body. I couldn't get enough of it. I fucked her for hours, and Holly
would moan and cry and it would only add to my lust. That body. Spread
out. Struggling. Those gorgeous round tits rolling and bobbling and
heaving. Those fabulous legs stretched far apart, straining, rippling,
tugging vainly at the tight bonds. Those inviting, sensuous thighs.
The arching, writhing hips. That soft stomach and that black patch of
pubic hair. And her crying face. Long dark tangled hair falling across
her shoulders. The squirming and twisting. The helplessness. The
vulnerability. The nakedness. Holly. And I had to fuck it, fuck it
all, over and over, again and again and again.
     I couldn't stop. I couldn't let her up. I kept her that way.
Holly pleaded with me. I couldn't allow her to be free. I watched for
hours as the strain and pain and hopelessness ate into her body and
her brain. Watched her sobbing and suffering. Until I had to fuck it
again. And I kept Holly that way. For days. Feeding her by holding
bits of food above her mouth with my fingers and making her snap it
from my hand with her mouth. Pouring water into her gaping, gasping,
gulping mouth. And when Holly had to go to the bathroom, when she
couldn't hold it in any more and begged with all her might to go, I
put a bedpan under her and made her do it that way. Watching as Holly
did it in spite of herself, watching avidly the horror and shame and
hatred on her face as she did it in front of me. Still spread wide on
my bed. And I fucked her again.
     And sometimes I sat on her breasts and twisted her hair as I slid
my cock all the way into that twisting mouth, and I told her to suck
it, suck it nice, suck it slow. So slow. And lick it too. And Holly
would sob and gasp as she did it. Sucking. Slowly. Up and down, back
and forth. Licking my prick all the while. "Good girl," I would say.
"Holly," I would say. "That's so good. Don't stop, Holly. Do it more.
That's my good little cocksucking Holly. I'm going to keep you this
way always, Holly. I'm going to keep you spread-eagled across my bed
for about four years.  I could make you do this until I die, Holly.
And fuck you even after I die. But if I get tired of you I can always
just call up some pals and ask them over and you can do this for them.
And they'll fuck you too, Holly. And now I'm going to come, Holly
baby. I'm going to shoot right into your soft sucking warm little
mouth, and it's going right down your throat, and I want you to
swallow it, Holly, swallow it all as if it's a delicious drink of
champagne. Now, Holly. Now and now and NOW!" And Holly would swallow.
All of it. Swallowing and choking and gagging and swallowing again.
And she would cry. I would watch her sobbing until I was hard again
and then I would fall on top of that straining body and fuck the crap
out of her.
     I was so hot all the time that I didn't even have to hurt her. I
thought about whipping her and burning her tits and doing all kinds of
things to that quivering flesh, and I told Holly all about them just
to watch her fright and terror, but I was so mad for that tied-down
body that I didn't actually do anything to it. Nothing, that is, until
Henry paid me a visit.
     "Hi," Henry said. "How's Holly. Have you hurt Holly? I hope
you've hurt Holly horribly. How have you hurt her? Hmmm?"
     "Shut the fuck up," I said. "Look." And I took him to my room.
     "Is that all?" Henry said.
     "Damn it," I said. "Can't you see how damn erotic that is?"
     "No," Henry said. "I want to hurt her."
     Holly said, "No, no, oh no, don't, Jerry don't let him, please
don't let him do it, no, for god's sake, no, please, don't, oh no oh
no oh god no oh--"
     "Why don't you just fuck her?" I said. "Look how damn sexy Holly
is that way."
     "I know," Henry said. "Think how sexy it'll be to have Holly
howling her head off."
     "No!" Holly said.
     I almost said no also. But I didn't. I said, "Okay. Do what you
want."
     Henry pulled out a pair of pliers.
     And Holly arched off the bed, pulling frantically at the tight
ropes, yelling. "No! No! No no no don't god no don't let him I can't
don't let please--" And then Holly said: "AAAUUUUURRRGGGHHH AUGH
DODODODONNNAEAIAIEARAAAGGGHH AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEE. DON'T HAH! DON'T
HAUH! DON'T HOOOORRR! NAAAANNNAUAUNNOOOOO HOHAH HOHAHH IIIIIII ARRRRK
AUGGHH HUNH HUNH HUNH HUNNNHHHH AAAUUUUGGHH! PLEEEEEEEE FUCK ME PLEASE
DON'T FUCK ME OH GOD I CAN'T PLEAAAAAAAAIIII Don't I'll fuck you don't
I'll suck you don't I'll fuck anybody don't DON'T DOOOOONNNNNNN NO
I'LL DO ANYTHING NO I'LL CRAWL NOO I'LL CRAWL I'LL SUCK YOUR COCK I'll
I'll I'll HAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH--"
     "Isn't that nice?" Henry said.
     "It is," I said. "Do you want to fuck her?"
     "I don't know," Henry said.
     "I do," I said. And I did. I fucked Holly as she yelled and
howled and thrashed and bucked and I fucked and fucked.