Subject: FANTASIA: Suffering Students  (6/25)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                     SUFFERING STUDENTS
                       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 hausl 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 whast 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."