Subject: FANTASIA: Suffering Students  (24/25)
From: an140943@anon.penet.fi

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                      SUFFERING STUDENTS
                       by V.P. Viddler
                             24

    I was pissed. I didn't want to kill Judy. I liked hurting
girls, not killing them. I was pissed at Roy and mostly at myself,
but I was pissed.

   And I was going to damn well take it out on somebody.

   I saw Holly in the hall. "Holly," I said. "You're in for it
tonight. But good."

   Holly almost shit her pants.

   "Bring Henry," I said. "And be naked when you get there. I'm not
wasting and time."

   Holly wanted to beg, but was too scared, and anyway she could
tell it would only make things worse.

   That night I was waiting in the cellar and Holly brought Henry
down. She was naked. So was I. Soon Henry was too.

   "Hokay," Henry said. "Henry's here with Holly. Henry's hot for
Holly too. How about hurting Holly so Holly howls and Henry humps
her. How heavenly."

   "Shut up," I said. "If you cut that crap out, Henry, I promise
you the greatest fuck you ever had in your life. Absolutely. The
best fuck of all time. I guarantee it. Is it a deal?"

   "Hokay!" Henry said. "What's it all about?"

   "Remember what I did to Joanna?" I said.

   "God," Henry said. "That chick was hanging on to you and humping
you to beat the band and screaming and howling for me to whip her.
You kept her at it and you made her keep asking me to whip her
again and again, and she did, Jesus, just so she wouldn't have
to--"

   "Right," I said. "And it's still there."

   "So it is," Henry said. "I take it Holly is going to get a taste
of it too."

   "Bet your ass," I said. "Holly--on the floor."

   Holly didn't know what was going on but she was scared shitless
anyhow. She got down and I laid her out on her back. I tied her
wrists together and pulled her arms back over her head and tied
them off. Holly lay with arms stretched back, pulling her beautiful
breasts up to attention, shaking in anticipation of she knew not
what.

   But Henry did. Because Holly's fine round buttocks were resting
on the metal plate in the floor.

   "Oh Jesus Christ shit!" Henry said. "That's brilliant! Oh shit!
What a ride this will be!"

   "Right," I said. "Now the only question is, should I splay her
legs out and peg them down, or should I leave them free. What do
you think?"

   "Uh-huh," Henry said. "If you tie them you'll get all that
wonderful pulling and straining and struggling and rippling muscles
and helpless--Okay. But--if you don't, Christ, think of how Holly
can wrap those damn things around a guy and shit, it would be some
fucking ride! Leave them."

   "Hell," I said. "Maybe I'll try it both ways."

   "Am I first?" Henry said.

   "Go," I said. "Spread, Holly."

   Holly still didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she
obediently spread her gorgeous legs and Henry got down and lay on
top of her and rammed his cock up her pussy.

   "Great cunt, Holly," he said. "Okay, captain. Blast her off."

   "Right," I said, and turned the switch. And it started. The
plate heated up. And Holly's eyes got wide and terrified and she
shook her head and started to say something, but by then the metal
was red hot and Holly began to scream.

   And, as I had said, Henry got the greatest fuck of his life.He
lay there on top of her, his weight holding her down, keeping her
buttocks positioned unescapably above that burning metal square, as
Holly's body did everything in its power to get away from that
terrible burning, searing, flesh-branding agony. As Henry had said,
Holly wrapped her legs frantically around him, trying to use his
body as leverage, arching like an epileptic underneath him, arching
desperately again and again and falling back under his weight,
straining every muscle and fiber in her sensuous body to raise it
from the floor or pull it away from that horror, rolling wildly
from side to side, tossing, bucking, squirming, twisting, writhing,
flailing, gyrating, that body never still, bouncing, jouncing,
spasming, doing anything to try to avoid the burning metal, but
inexorably being forced back onto it, and all this time Holly was
screaming and howling and yelling and shrieking and squalling and
yowling, and Henry was just in pig heaven. Until finally Holly's
maddened, desperate tossings and twistings overcame his control and
he shot everything he had into that pain-wracked body.

   I turned the heat off. But Henry still lay on top of Holly,
pressing her tortured ass down on the metal until it was cool
again. letting Holly clutch him with her thighs and howl her lungs
out.

   "Your turn," Henry said.

   "I want more," I said.

   "No more," Holly whimpered, sobbing and crying.

   "More," I said. "Worse."

   Holly was petrified.

   "I want her spread-eagled," I said. "Spread out flat. Tight and
flat. So she can't move. On her stomach."

   "Okay," Henry said. "I'll do it."

   "And," I said, "I want that plate under her tits."

   "Christ!" Henry said.

   Holly screamed. "No! No! Oh god no please no god no not that
please god Jerry no, no, please Jerry, not that, I can't, no, I
can't, I can't, not that way, oh please please Jerry no you can't
oh god please don't please please don't no oh Jesus no I'll do
anything please not that not that god please--"

   And I took my whip and scourged her body as Henry was tying her
in place. And then I sat on the floor between Holly's outspread
arms and I took her long dark silky hair and pulled her sobbing
face up to look at me.

   "Holly," I said. "You're going to suck my cock. Suck it off and
swallow my gism. Got it?"

   "Please--" Holly gasped.

   "You know how I like it, Holly," I said. "Nice and slow. Slow
and loving and sensuous. Lots of tongue. Deep and soft. Okay?"

   Holly nodded, terror flashing in her eyes.

   "Nice and slow," I said again. "And when you make me come,
Holly, when you take my stuff into your sucking mouth and swallow
it all down like a good little slut whore, then I'll turn off the
nasty heat. You got that, Holly?"

   Holly moaned with horror. "Please, Jerry," she choked out.
"Don't don't I can't don't--"

   "You better," I said, "or I'll keep you this way till your tits
are burned right off. Now suck!" I pushed Holly's head into my
crotch and jammed my prick all the way to its base into that
writhing mouth. "Turn it on," I said, and Henry did.

   In a minute Holly was screaming horribly around my cock, her
mouth twisting and contorting with agony, while that voluptuous,
straining, spread-eagled body pulled and jerked and wriggled
helplessly against its cruel bindings.

   "Slowly," I said, but Holly couldn't hear me. Holly was out of
her mind with pain, her round breasts mashed under her body,
crushed inescapably against that burning metal plate, those hard
nipples spearing directly into the pain, and as I held her head
down on my cock I went crazy with the sensations of Holly's
twisting lips and squirming tongue and the terrible howling, crying
sounds vibrating around my cock. I stood it as long as I could, and
then shot hard into that sweet screaming throat.