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SUFFERING STUDENTS   17/25
by V.P. Viddler

                              17

     "I want you to do me a favor," Doctor Pratt said.
     "Okay," I said. "What?"
     And Pratt said, "I want you to rape my daughter."
     I didn't know what the fuck to say. "You're kidding," I said.
     "No," Pratt said.
     "Why?" I said.
     "Because it's time," Pratt said. "And she disturbs me."
     "Christ," I said. "Your own daughter? Are you going to--"
     "No," Pratt said. "I can't. Not my daughter. Impossible. Much as
I--but no. No. But I will watch. And savor."
     "Shit," I said. "How old is she?"
     "Fourteen," Pratt said.
     "Fourteen!"
     "But most nubile. Most...ripe."
     "I can't," I said.
     "You can," Pratt said. "You will. You and your friends. About
six, I think. Six. To hold her down. To rip her clothes off. To rape
her. Repeatedly. Simultaneously. Endlessly. To hurt her and degrade
her and break her spirit. As I watch."
     "Shit," I said again. "Fourteen. What's her name?"
     "Jill," Pratt said. "Jill. My nubile daughter."
     "Too young," I said.
     "Tomorrow," Pratt said. "In my office."
     "Okay," I said.
     Pratt was right. Jill was ripe. In an unripe way. A blossoming
flower. A budding bloom. Her hair was long and brown and shining, her
lips round and soft and inviting, her eyes dark and promising, her
breasts round and high and small but luscious, her hips innocently
curving, her legs round and smoooth and plump with curving, sensuous
young flesh. Altogether cock-hardening, breath-quickening, making a
man itch to pluck her. And fuck her.
     And the most arousing thing about it was that she knew why she
was there. She knew right away, as soon as she saw the six of us
filing into Pratt's office. Her soft eyes got all round with fright
and she began to shake.
     "No," she whispered. "Oh, god, no!" She turned to her father, and
she understood the whole thing. "Daddy," Jill gasped. "Oh, Daddy, no.
Oh god, Daddy. Please. Please, no. Daddy. For god's sake. You can't.
Daddy. Please, please, Daddy, oh no, please..."
     And Pratt said, "Rape her."
     Jill looked around wildly for some place to run, but she had no
escape. "No," she moaned pitifully, and started to cry.
     And Pratt said, "Now. Rape her now."
     Six guys moved toward Jill and she backed away, whimpering. "No!"
Jill yelled, and again turning to Pratt she was babbling hysterically.
"Daddy, don't let them, don't, Daddy, I'll do anything you want,
please, Daddy, please, no, please..." Sobbing and clutching at him,
and Pratt put his arms around her as if to protect her from us,
holding her tenderly, and then he turned her around and shoved her
hard, right at us.
     Jill screamed in terror.
     All of us grabbed at her, and were about to pull her down on the
floor, but I said, "Hold it a minute." I had got hold of Jill's long
brown hair, and now I pulled on it hard, yanking her head back, so she
was looking up at me, eyes wild with fright. I grinned down into her
terrified face.
     "Jill, darling," I said. "This is going to be a real kick."
     Jill was moaning and sobbing, and I pulled that hair harder, and
I jammed my mouth down onto her twisting young lips. Jill cried out
into my mouth and tried to pull away, only giving herself more pain in
her scalp. I plundered that writhing mouth, mashing our lips together,
thrusting my tongue rapaciously into that squalling cavity, probing
and plundering, loving the sensations of Jill's struggling, her soft,
sweet, squirming lips, her captive mouth, her smothered sounds of
agony and horror and shame, her twisting, squirming body pressed hard
against mine.
     I was panting as I finally let her go, and in a moment that
lust-arousing young girl was down on the floor, and that maddening
nymphet's body was spread out, spread taut and held fast by wrists and
ankles, helpless and open and struggling vainly, flailing, bucking,
writhing frantically.
     "I," I said with some difficulty, "will do the honors."
     And I was about to strip Jill of her clothing, but Pratt said,
"Wait." And Pratt, breathing hard, got down and lay on top of his
sobbing, horrified daughter.
     "Jill," Pratt said, his body crushing hers. "My Jill. I can't
have you, Jill, no matter how I want you. Your body. I can't. But I
can do this. This," Pratt said. "This." And Pratt was humping Jill's
body, moving passionately, fucking his daughter through their clothes.
And groaning and loving it to beat the band. "This," Prattt said again
and again. "This. This. This. Oh, you darling lovely bitch daughter
Jill now now NOWWW!"
     Pratt had obviously come, and Jill was sobbing in shame, and
Pratt got up and said, "Do it."
     I got down, and with loving anticipation I put my hand on Jill's
top button.
     "Rip it," Pratt said. He had a thing about ripping. Fuck him, I
thought.
     "No," I said. "I want to strip Jill slowly. It's more humiliating
that way. Right, Jill?"
     "No," Jill said. "Don't. Please, don't, please. Please god.
I--I'm only--"
     "Fourteen," I said. "I know. But by god, nobody in this room
doesn't have a hard-on for you. Including your father."
     "Oh god," Jill said.
     I stripped Jill slowly. Button by button by button I opened her
blouse. Slowly I took off her skirt. And slowly I took the virginal
white bra from those budding, blossoming breasts. And lastly I slowly
and gradually drew her panties down her soft round thighs.
     And I looked deep int Jill's pleading, despairing, horror-filled
dark eyes as I slowly and deliberately violated her precious
virginity.
     And then I fucked the shit out of her.
     And all the other guys did too.
     And Pratt watched.
     And all of us fucked Jill in the mouth, forcing our pricks into
her throat as she gagged and sobbed, shooting our gism into her gullet
and making her swallow it all.
     And then we turned her over and fucked her asshole as she
screamed and howled.
     And Pratt watched.
     Then we did all those things to her at once as Pratt watched.
     And when we couldn't do any more we emptied our bladders on her
face and hair and body and then we spread Jill out again and started
to whip her with our belts. On her thighs, on her tits, on her
stomach. Jill was almost out of her mind with pain and horror and
degradation.
     And at one point Pratt stood over the flailing body of his
violated daughter and, watching as the hard straps whipped her tender
flesh, masturbated happily, until his gism arched from his cock and
fell onto Jill's screaming face.
     Pratt got down and rubbed the stuff around his daughter's face.
Then his hand almost of its own volition slid down. The whipping
stopped as Pratt's hand slid onto Jill's aching breast. And squeezed,
squeezed hard until Jill howled and twisted, and finally Pratt said,
"I can't. I must. I must."
     And he flung his body on top of Jill's and Jill screamed
"NOOOOO!!" But Pratt took his daughter and fucked her and came in
triumphant fury.

