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

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                     SUFFERING STUDENTS
                       by V.P. Viddler
                             25

    And now at last it was the big day.

   The last day of school.

   Gloria's day.

   No one stayed home that day. Certainly nobody of the male
persuasion. All morning you could almost hear the hum of excitement
throughout the building.

   I thought all morning long of Gloria, sitting in class, walking
through the halls, knowing what was coming. And all the people
around her, watching her, knowing. How exquisite it was! I wanted
a look at Gloria that morning, but I was too busy. Arranging
things.

   At lunchtime the cafeteria was packed. Practically everybody in
school was in that room, students and faculty. Waiting. Holding
their breath with anticipation. It was obvious there would be no
classes that afternoon. The term was going to end right there in
the lunchroom. With the biggest, longest bang anyone had ever
participated in. It was going to be an orgy to end all orgies.

   For it was not only Gloria who would provide our entertainment.
I had set out a truly varied feast. There was Holly, of course. I
had her hanging by her wrists in one corner. And there was Joanna,
kneeling on the floor with her arms and legs lashed to a table leg.
And there was Ginny, my college girl, who I had instructed to crawl
around among the audience, sucking anybody who would let her. Also,
there was Jill, Dr. Pratt's nubile and no longer virginal daughter,
whom Pratt had brought screaming and struggling into school, and
whom I had bound sitting on a table in the position in which I had
found Judy, arms high, legs wide, and gagged, so that her frantic
howling would not detract too much from our party. And finally
there was our dear teacher, Miss Anger--Rachel--back from her long
and painful journey, standing in another corner, on her toes, tied
to the ceiling by that long yellow hair, hands lashed behind her,
voluptuous body straining and writhing.

   All of these sideshows were appreciated, and all of them would
be thoroughly enjoyed by many of the spectators in the course of
the long afternoon. But naturally, the main attraction, the center
of attention, the reason why all this was happening in the first
place--was Gloria. My beautiful darling Gloria, who most of these
people had watched day after day, naked, humiliated, degraded,
debased. And yet on this day it was as if they were to see it for
the first time. As of course in certain particulars was the case.
Nobody had seen Gloria fucked. Except me. Nobody had fucked her.
Except me. And today-- as I had said from the beginning many months
ago--today was the day everybody got to fuck Gloria.

   And they couldn't wait.

   It was exactly noon when Gloria came through the door.

   And stopped, going swiftly pale at the size of the crowd.

   But though it was the biggest crowd of all, there was not a
sound in that room.

   Absolute silence.

   I saw Gloria almost turn and run. I saw her struggling with that
notion, saw her recall what would happen if she did. Saw the utter
hopeless despair in her face and her body.

   It was the moment of my triumph.

   I stood up.

   "As usual, Gloria," I said.

   Gloria looked at me. Just once.

   And then she took off her clothes.

   It was like the very first time. No. It was better.

   I waited until Gloria was naked. She looked at me again, across
the room. I just nodded.

   And Gloria, with only a tiny moment of hesitation, got down on
her knees. Then on all fours. And the crowd parted as if by Moses'
rod, clearing a path the length of that room between Gloria and me.
And Gloria, once again, crawled across that floor, crawled slowly
past all those silent, watching men-- and women--crawled to my
feet, and stopped.

   "All right, Gloria," I said. "You don't have to suck anybody
today. Not right now, anyway. You've already sucked off everybody
in school. And now they all get to fuck you. I promised they would.
Remember, Gloria?"

   Gloria nodded, head bowed.

   "Answer me," I said.

   "Yes," Gloria said chokingly.

   "Okay," I said. "Do you want to say anything now, Gloria? Before
you fuck for all of us? Do you?"

   "No," Gloria whispered.

   "Okay," I said. "Get up, Gloria."

   Gloria had some difficulty getting up, because she was shaking
so bad her legs would barely hold her. I waited though.

   "On the table, Gloria," I said. "Lie down. On your back."

   I had to help her onto the table. I think Gloria was about to
ask me for mercy, but she saw how futile that would be. With a tiny
sob she lay down.

   "Spread, Gloria," I said.

   Gloria obeyed.

   "I'm going to make it easier for you," I said, and I brought out
my ropes. "So you won't have to worry about falling off."

   "No," Gloria said. "Don't tie me."

   "Darling Gloria," I said, and I tied her spread-eagled on that
hard yellow table, lashing each wrist and ankle to a corner leg,
stretching that fabulous body as tight as I could, making her
fantastic breasts thrust up and out, pink nipples staring at the
ceiling, and pulling those mouth-watering curving legs so far apart
that the tendons rippled fascinatingly under that smooth flesh with
the strain.

   Tears were running from Gloria's eyes.

   I put one hand lovingly on that helpless body and said, "All
right. Who's first?"

   Dr. Pratt stepped forward. "As principal of Abraham Lincoln High
School," he said, "I believe I have that honor."

   "Absolutely," I said, and moved aside.

   Dr. Pratt took his pants off for Gloria. He put his hands  on
her breasts and squeezed hard, and then thrust into her with one
brutal lunge. Gloria gave a cry as though her virginity had been
ripped away. And maybe in a way it had. Anyhow Pratt screwed the
hell out of her.

   And then, by order of rank, came the other facutly members and
instructors, Mr. Gibbs of course among them.

   After that, it was the students' turn. I had planned to have
them go at Gloria alphabetically, but it was finally decided they
would all draw lots. So everybody had his number and it was
relatively orderly. One after another, everybody fucked Gloria.
Some took longer, some shorter, some were rough, others gentle, but
they all had her.

   It went on all afternoon, hour after hour, and all the time it
was going on I was standing there watching. Watching Gloria take
it. I kept her aware, too. Aware of the fact that that beautiful,
straining body was being callously raped, over and over again. And
aware that I was watching, loving her shame and her pain and her
suffering and her helplessness, loving every minute of it. Smiling
down on her as her mass rape went endlessly on.

   Most of the crowd, when they had finished with Gloria, amused
themselves with Holly and Joanna and Ginny and Jill and Rachel
Anger. Their screams and pleadings filled the room.

   It was a terrific party, and it went on until it was dark. But
finally they all left and Gloria and I were alone. I was the only
one who hadn't fucked Gloria that day.

   "Gloria," I said. "It was marvellous! And it will be better next
term."

   "No!" Gloria gasped. "I'm graduating!"

   "Wrong," I said. "I fixed it with Pratt."

   "No! No!"

   "You have an alternative," I said.

   "What?"

   "Marry me."

   Gloria nodded and began to cry and I fucked her.