From pamela7@juno.com Tue Apr 29 02:06:52 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!dciteleport.com!europa.clark.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!ix.netcom.com!news
From: pamela7@juno.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Repost: Fantasia--Suffering Students 9/25
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 06:06:52 GMT
Organization: Netcom
Lines: 149
Message-ID: <33658fce.29310556@NNTP.ix.netcom.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: nyc-ny47-04.ix.netcom.com
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Apr 28 11:18:58 PM PDT 1997
X-Newsreader: Forte Agent .99g/32.339

SUFFERING STUDENTS  9/25
by V.P. Viddler

                           9

     "Don't do this to me," Joanna said.
     "Do you like her?" I said to Mr. Bing.
     "I do," Mr. Bing said. "I certainly do. She is delicious."
     "Don't," Joanna said. "Please."
     "Joanna," I said, "I think you are only inflaming Mr. Bing
further with your begging."
     "I do enjoy it, I must admit," Mr. Bing said. "Having such a
luscious young girl sitting across from me, knowing I am going to
possess her, watching her fright, her growing panic, her hopeless but
so entertaining pleas for escape--nothing can be quite as arousingly
stimulating. I don't mind the young lady's protests a bit."
     "Oh god," Joanna said. "Oh my god."
     Joanna and Mr. Bing and I were sitting at a small, unobtrusive
table in a fancy Italian restaurant. Mr. Bing was paying. For all of
it. Including Joanna. I was farming her out to him. My reputation was
getting around.
     Of course, when I had told Joanna that she was to be sold to a
paying customer for a night of fun (for him) Joanna was not too happy
about it. Alma had to talk to her to persuade her to do it. Alma
talked to Joanna all night long. I watched. I also participated. By
morning Joanna was willing. Still not happy--and not walking too
well--but most docile.
     "What an erotic-looking young girl it is," Mr. Bing said.
     "I know," I said. "Do you want to see her naked?"
     "No," Joanna said.
     "I am sure I will," Mr. Bing said.
     "I know," I said. "But I can give you a preview. Can't we,
Joanna?"
     "No!" Joanna said.
     "Right here?" Mr. Bing said.
     "That too, if you want," I said. "Joanna will open her blouse for
you. Won't you, Joanna?"
     "Oh Jesus," Joanna said.
     "You have her well trained," Mr. Bing said. "Is she always this
docile?"
     "She has to be," I said. "Watch this. Look at me, Joanna."
     Joanna turned toward me and I took a long puff at my cigarette,
and then I blew the smoke out slowly and deliberately, right into
Joanna's face. Joanna didn't move. Tears came to her eyes, but she
didn't turn away. I blew out the last of the smoke and grinned at her.
     "Wonderful," Mr. Bing said. "So if I should ask this young lady
to show us her firm, round breasts--"
     "She would," I said. "Isn't that right, Joanna?"
     "I--I--oh, I--"
     "Isn't it?" I said.
     "Yes. Oh."
     "All right," I said. "But that's not really what I meant by a
preview."
     "Oh?" Mr. Bing said.
     "No," I said. "I thought perhaps you might like to look at a
picture."
     "No," Joanna said.
     "A picture?" Mr. Bing said.
     "A photograph," I said. "A photograph of Joanna. Naked."
     "No," Joanna said.
     "Naked?" Mr. Bing said.
     "Naked," I said. "Naked and on her knees. On her knees with a
cock in her mouth. Sucking cock. It's a good photograph. I took it.
And Joanna has it. In her purse. Don't you, Joanna?"
     "Don't," Joanna said. "Please don't."
     "Would you like to see it, Mr. Bing?" I said.
     "I most certainly would," Mr. Bing said.
     "Joanna," I said. "Show it to him."
     "No," Joanna said. "I--I don't--I can't--please--I--"
     "Show it to him," I said.
     Joanna was crying. "I don't want to--I--I can't--I--"
     "Show it to him," I said.
     Joanna was sobbing. She unclasped her purse with shaking hands.
She took out the photograph and passed it to Mr. Bing.
     "Stop crying," I said. "Nice, isn't it?"
     Mr. Bing looked at the photograph for a long time. "It's
extraordinary," he said. "Look at me, Joanna."
     Joanna slowly raised her head, tears still flowing.
     "You have a most exciting body," Mr. Bing said. "And a talented
mouth, also. Are your breasts truly as firm as that?"
     "Want to see them now?" I said.
     "No," Mr. Bing said. "I would like to touch them."
     "Go ahead," I said.
     "Oh god," Joanna said.
     "Sit still, Joanna," I said. "Just sit still."
     And Joanna sat still, as Mr. Bing reached out and put his hand on
her round young breast. "Ah," Mr. Bing said. "Ah yes. Firm. Young and
firm and springy. So fine. And this delightful, frightened young girl
is not wearing a brassiere."
     "I know," I said. "I told her not to if she valued her skin.
She's not wearing panties either."
     "How enchanting," Mr. Bing said, still playing with Joanna's
breasts. "Such taut, hard nipples! Hard with fright, I assume." He put
his hand down. "And no underpants? I say! Joanna, dear, the manner in
which you are sitting will allow you to place your leg in my lap.
Please do so."
     "I--oh--" Joanna said.
     "Do not worry," Mr. Bing said. "This cloth will hide our
activities from any prying glances. Put your leg up on my lap."
     "Do it, Joanna," I said.
     Joanna swallowed. And did it.
     "Good," Mr. Bing said.
     Joanna gasped and clenched her fists on the table.
     "Tell me what you're doing," I said to Mr. Bing.
     "I'm touching Joanna's lovely, exquisite leg," Mr. Bing said.
"I'm running my hand over this soft curving flesh. I'm sliding it up
and down, all over her beautiful calf, and thigh. Inside her thigh.
And up--"
     "Don't!" Joanna said tightly.
     "That sounds like fun," I said. "Put your other leg up on my lap,
Joanna."
     "Oh please--"
     "Now."
     And she did. I ran my hand up and down the smooth curving leg as
Joanna sat with both legs up and held apart. She twisted slightly in
her seat.
     "You know what?" I said.
     "I think I do," said Mr. Bing.
     "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I said.
     "I think I am," Mr. Bing said.
     "We could make her come," I said.
     "No," Joanna said.
     "Make her come right here, like this."
     "In spite of herself," Mr. Bing said. "Fighting it all the time."
     "But losing," I said.
     "Wouldn't it be fun?" Mr. Bing said.
     "No!" Joanna said. No. No, don't, please. No. God, no."
     "I'll hold onto this leg," I said. "You do the honors."
     "Of course," Mr. Bing said.
     We held Joanna's legs apart and smiled at her. Joanna shook her
head. Then she caught her breath. And started to gasp.
     "Isn't that nice?" Mr. Bing said.
     "Oh don't," Joanna said. "No, stop, oh god stop, oh please stop I
can't no don't I please I beg no don't oh stop oh Jesus god please
please don't no stop--" And Joanna began to squirm and wriggle.
     "Not too hard, Joanna," I said warningly. "We don't want to
attract attention. Okay? So don't come too loud. But come."
     "Yes," Mr. Bing said, his eyes glittering. "Yes, Joanna. Come.
Come for us. Fight against it, but come. While I watch. That's right.
Now. Come, Joanna. Come for us. Come."
     And Joanna said, "No please god oh I oh I can't oh oh
I--I--I--I'm please ah. Ah. Ah. Ah ah ah. Noogh. Ahahh. Ahhah. Oh god.
Unh unh. Unnh. Ah unnhunnh. Oh oh unhh aggh I oh plea unh. Uhunh.
Uhunh. Auggh. I'm I can't I'm going to no ahh! ahh! ahh! ahh! Aaah
I'm--" And Joanna was bouncing now, and jerking, and her eyes were
closed and then wide open and staring and people were looking but
Joanna couldn't stop and she clutched at the table and spasmed and Mr.
Bing and I held her ankles tightly and Joanna said,
"AHAHAHAUGGHHAHOOOOOONOOOAAAAIIIIIEEEE!"