Subject: FANTASIA: Suffering Students  (14/25)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                      SUFFERING STUDENTS
                       by V.P. Viddler
                              14

    I was having a party. At my house. I had invited a judicious
selection of guests. Twelve guys. One girl. Ginny.

   It was to be her coming-out party.

   "Fellow," I said, "this is Ginny. Our guest of honor." Most of
them looked with awe on this sophisticated looking older girl.
"Ginny is an interesting case," I said. "She is with us tonight of
her own volition--although she knows, more or less, what is about
to happen to her. Ginny is free to leave at any time. Most of you
have participated in or witnessed certain activities of a--shall I
say disciplinary nature--with certain young ladies in our school.
But in such cases the ladies had no choice--or no alternative that
they cared to take advantage of. Gloria, for instance, is horribly
constrained by what I know about a particular night which she will
do anything to keep hidden. Anything, to the point of physical and
spiritual ruin. And Holly is so afraid of some hold  Henry has on
her that she too will allow her soul and body to suffer
unimaginably. And Joanna is forced to violate everything she is and
submit  to all horrors for fear of the insufferable pain that Alma
can put her through. And so forth. Any of these girls would get as
far away as they possibly could from us if only there was any way
for them to do so. But Ginny is a different case altogether.
Nothing is holding her. No blackmail, no hiddden facts, no threat
of pain or retaliation. Only Ginny herself. And her helpless
desires. Am I right, Ginny?"

   Ginny was looking straight ahead, chin up, defiant but shaking.
"You know it is," Ginny said, glaring at me.

   "Ginny," I said, "do you know what you are in for tonight?"

   Ginny swallowed and nodded.

   "Not all of it," I said. "You probably know you will be debased
and degraded and humiliated; you probably know that you will be
fucked again and again in every hole you own; you probably know you
will be hurt and tormented in many agonizing ways; you probably
know you will crawl for us, and suck and fuck for us, and scream
and howl and twist and squirm and kick and writhe and cry for us--"

   "Bastard," Ginny said in a shaking voice. "Oh, you dirty
miserable son of a bitch."

   "But I'll bet you don't know this, Ginny. I bet you didn't
anticipate that when all of us are finished with you--when every
guy in this room has had his fill of your cunt and your ass and
your mouth, and has gotten tired of hurting you and watching you
crawl and listening to you howl for mercy--after all that, I am
going to spread your luscious body out on a plastic sheet and then
all of us are going to piss on you."

   "No!" Ginny cried.

   "Yes," I said. "All of us--one by one--will piss our guts out
all over your sweet college girl's body. All over. From top to
bottom. All the piss we're going to accumulate throughout this long
pleasure-filled night. That's a lot of piss, Ginny. You'll be
soaked with it, sopping with it, you'll be lucky if you don't drown
in it. And you'll drink it, too. Oh, yes. I'm going to aim most of
mine right into your mouth, Ginny, and I'm going to make sure that
mouth stays open to take it. And that you swallow it. All of it,
every last drop. You'll be nothing but a piss-soaked cunt, inside
and out. You didn't know that, did you, Ginny?"

   Ginny was crying now. "Oh god," she sobbed. "Oh, you-- oh you
filthy--oh god--no--don't--no--"

   "Now, Ginny," I said. "Now you know what's in store for you.
Most of it, anyway. So now is your big chance. You can still go. If
you want to. Right now. You can go, and nobody will stop you. And
I'll never bother you again. There's the door, Ginny. Go. If you
can. Go."

   Sobbing harder, Ginny swayed, then sank to her knees. "I can't,"
she choked. "Oh god, oh Jesus, I can't. Oh Christ helpl me, I
can't, I can't. I can't leave. Oh please. Please Have mercy. I'm a
cunt slave, I'm a shit-sucking twat, just a bitch shit whore slave.
I need you. I can't go. Kill me, god, kill me."

   The guys all were staring with popped eyes and murmuring. "You
see," I said triumphantly. "Ginny is ours. All ours. You can see
what a sexy outfit she's got on. I told her to wear it. Such a
sophisticated gown. Low cut. Short. And guess what she's got on
underneath?"

   "What?" somebody said.

   "Tell us, Ginny," I said.

   "Nothing," Ginny said shakily.

   "Go on," I said.

   Ginny took a shuddering breath. "Nothing," she said again. "You
told me not to put on any underwear, so I didn't. I'm naked beneath
this gown. Bare and naked. For you. For--for all of you."

   "Stand up," I said.

   Ginny stood up and I told her to rip that gown down the front,
and she did, with a cry of loss, and I told her to slip it off, and
she did. I had her display her curving body to all the watching
guys, and then I let them all touch her all over, and then I had
her crawl for a while, crawl around among us with her tits swaying
and her thighs working and her long brown hair brushing the floor.

   And then to kick off the erotic festivities I had her fuck
Billy, fuck her brother while we all watched. Fuck him until he
came and Ginny had to come too. And then I let them at her, let
them all fuck her and fuck her and fuck her and made her suck us
all, all of us, and when all of us were temporarily satiated I hung
her up and the whipping started.

   Ginny had been whipped before but not hung up like that by her
wrists, with her helpless body swaying and twisting as the straps
slammed into her soft breasts and ass and back and thighs and
stomach and crotch. Ginny screamed and howled and begged, but also
climaxed again and again under the continuous lashing. We did other
things to her too, and when I cut her down we were all hard again
and we used Ginny's tortured body for several more hours.

   And finally as dawn was coming in the windows I laid Ginny out
on her back and all of us pissed on her while she sobbed and
shuddered, emptying our bladders all up and down Ginny's writhing,
whip-striped body, all of us standing around her in a circle and
inundating her with our stinking piss. And I told her to open her
mouth and I directed my piss right down her throat and I said,
"Swallow it, Ginny. Swallow every drop." And Ginny swallowed and
swallowed and then got sick and vomited on the floor. And I told
her to lick it up. Ginny rolled over and guys pissed on her back as
she licked and ate her own vomit, choking and gagging. And her hair
fell into it and she was sobbing and retching and eating it and I
was hard again.