THE BOTTLE
By V.P. Viddler
"Oh god not that please god no no please not that don't god please don't no --"
"But you're gonna love it, Teach. You know you will. Come on now. Open up.
Spread wide."
"No god please no anything please --"
Half sitting, half lying on a table with two boys holding her arms behind her,
twisting and pushing, and two boys standing on either side of her, watching and
occasionally putting their hands on her, on her breasts that pushed out from the
torn blouse, the dangling brassiere. And Willy standing in front of her, holding
the bottle. Smiling at her.
"Not that."
"You'll love it."
"No."
"You want it, Teach."
"No, god, please."
Willy's hand now on her thigh, bared by the torn skirt pushed high on the long
round tan curving legs.
"No."
"Yes. You want it, don't you, Teach? Say it."
"No. Please. Please. Don't."
"Pull her open."
"No."
Struggling as they twisted her arms. As the two others put hands on her ankles.
"No. No."
Pulling. Pulling at her legs. Pulling them apart. Laughing as they spread those
long tan luscious soft sensuous legs wide. Willy holding the bottle. Willy
pinching her nipple.
"You want it, Teach. Tell me you want it. Say it."
Pinching. And she wriggling, writhing, twisting, pain in her nipple, pain in her
arms, legs forcibly wide, crying.
"Say it, Teach. Say you want it."
"I -I -I want it."
Crying. Twisting. Watching them watching that squirming body, rolling breasts,
straining thighs, and her pain, her need, knowing, watching her shame, her
wanting, her helpless passion.
"Say it, Teach."
"I -I want it. Yes. Do it."
"Do what, Teach?"
"Do it to me."
"With the bottle?"
"Oh. God. Yes."
"Say it."
"With the bottle. Do it."
"Ask me to do it."
"Please. Oh god please. Do it please do it."
Willy grinning, all of them grinning, Willy holding up the bottle.
"Fuck you with the bottle?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Say it."
"Fuck me with the bottle."
Crying so hard now, sobbing, helpless now, twisting, hating herself, hating
them, knowing. Willy holding the bottle to her lips. Gasping.
"If you want it, Teach, show us how much you love it. Suck it. Come on, Teach.
Suck the bottle. Just like you sucked our cocks. Do it."
And sobbing and hurting and helpless she opened her mouth and bowed her head
over that bottle, crying, gasping, long brown hair falling forward, breasts
jiggling, body writhing, legs painfully apart, and took it into her mouth and
moaning sucked on it, sucked it as she had sucked their cocks, all of them,
bobbing up and down, crying, licking, sucking at that bottle as they all
watched, laughing, chortling, and Willy pulling it from her mouth and two of
them pulling at her legs until she was all exposed and open and squalling with
pain and Willy said, "Here it is, Teach," and twisting the bottle against her
vagina pushed it in, twisting it in, slowly but firmly into her and she was
screaming, screaming and moaning and squalling, and Willy fucking her with the
bottle, and all of them laughing, and Willy said, "I can make her come with
this," And she was crying, "No, no, please no," Willy grinning, fucking her with
it, and all of them watching and laughing and it was so hard and brutal and
hurting and Willy said, "Watch, it's getting her, isn't it, Teach? You love it
and you're going to come, aren't you, Teach? You crazy cocksucking bitch." And
she didn't want to and she was crying and she was and as her body arched up,
arched gradually up off the table, they laughed, legs straining now, body taut,
tauter, arching, straining, all of them laughing and "No No No oh god ah ah
aaaaagghhh nnnnn Haugghhhh! HAAAUUUURRRRGGGHHHH!" Climaxing again and again and
Willy twisting the bottle and finally pulling it from her and she collapsing and
sobbing and rolling under their gaze.
And then they made her do for them all the things she had already done. With her
mouth and her vagina and her anus. With her thighs and her breasts and her body.
And she crying and pleading and coming over and over, fucking and sucking and
begging, moaning and whimpering and babbling, climaxing again, again, again.
When they couldn't fuck her any more they made her ask for punishment, beg for
it, for the whipping, all of them using their belts on her twisting, flailing,
climaxing body, on her back, on her ass, on her breasts. And pissing on her.
Making her ask them to piss on her. Watching her crawling for them.
"Tomorrow in class," Willy said, "you can crawl for all of us."
And even as she was sobbing and begging she knew she would, saw herself crawling
for the class, saw herself defiling herself for them, saw herself on her knees,
sucking boy after boy, and fucking boy after boy, saw herself naked, showing her
long tan legs, wrapping them around a long line of young cruel boys, giving her
body and mouth and vagina to anyone who asked, crawling as a slave toy plaything
cocksucking slut whore. Saw herself strung up in that classroom, stark naked and
screaming, hanging by her wrists and kicking wildly as the mass whipping went
on, and spread-eagled across her own desk as all of them fucked her mercilessly,
class after class, all day long, fucking her, making her suck, twisting her
nipples, whipping her thighs, putting out cigarettes on her body. Climaxing
again and again, unable to stop coming, as Willy laughed and her husband came in
and they made her crawl to him and beg to suck his cock and they made her show
him what she did for them, made him watch and made her do it all, all night
long, climaxing and sucking and coming and pleading and screaming and fucking
the bottle with legs wide and straining and taut and panting mouth...
