Date: Tue, 1 Dec 2020 09:16:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Sissy School 7 Sissy School 7 (finale) By Ken C. Nifty.org runs this website for everyone's enjoyment free of charge. But it requires money to continue operating. I urge everyone who reads stories on Nifty.org to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so as to allow the website to remain operating for your enjoyment. I can always be contacted through the email address listed at the top of this story's header for comments both negative and positive you may have. ***************************************************************** The start of this year's PRICKS school term was special for me. I'd possibly be selected as school captain, which my dad had never achieved and I was almost certain to earn Dux of the school. To top all of that off, school captains were normally allowed to wear whatever they wished to for everyday school clothes, although when important guests were expected, full school uniform was expected to be worn. I had my pleated black school skirt to wear for those occasions although "indecently short" was how Master Sir (the principal) had been overheard describing my skirt's length the first time he'd seen me wearing them the day after my castration. His supposed comments seemed quite odd considering that I'd personally given him a private viewing of them after mom had first told me that a sissy never wears trousers or slacks, but only skirts and dresses when handing me a re-tailored pleated school skirt to wear the day after I'd been first made a eunuch after being castrated at a formal assembly so the students could witness it firsthand. She'd deliberately instructed her alterations lady to make sure none of my skirt's hemlines ever allowed me the possibility of being able to wear any of my skirts without my panties (whenever I did wear panties) being clearly on display when I walked. So the announcement during the scheduled welcoming school assembly (which was always held before classes actually started for the year) where I was crowned school captain, wasn't that unexpected. Of course mom and dad were thrilled when I rang and told them of my appointment. I was just as thrilled as they were, once mom and dad drove up after school to give me the uniforms mom had designed for me to wear for the rest of the school year. My school dress for the rest of my final year comprised of a bustier with attached suspenders, along with a matching colour organza fabric tutu ballet skirt that never covered my panties in the slightest. The similar matching panty had been designed to be part thong part high cut brief that allowed my branding scar to be visible to anyone walking behind me. My stockings were a mix of black fishnet styles as well as several other colours using very sheer fabric styles, with the sheer stockings all clearly showing a black seam at the back, which earned a punishment if the seam wasn't razor sharp straight. Mistress mom, always the humorous strict mistress that she was, had each bustier and matching tutu done in bright and distinctive colours. My ten outfits ranged from fluorescent white, through the rainbow colours (did you know there are seven colours in a rainbow) to one that was electric pink in colour as well as a very alluring passion purple coloured bustier, all with their matching coloured panties! I was also handed five pairs of lockable 7 inch high heel stiletto shoes along with five minute locks, which a master key fitting all five locks was handed to both Master Sir and to my first owner master Mr Horan. The 7 inch high heels were incredibly hard to wear without losing my balance due to the impossibly narrow heel base, but they certainly helped my butt to wriggle more provocatively for someone following behind me. Mom's final and exceptionally poignant touch was to hand me a pair of stainless steel vibrating butt plugs, which she instructed Master Sir and Mr Horan (who'd she phoned to attend the handover of my new school uniform by her to me) I was to wear one inside of me at all times when my arse wasn't being used for a demonstration. Failure to do so was to see me awarded 25 strokes of the cane either by the teacher of the class I had shown up to without the plugs inside of me or else by Master Sir or Mr Horan. Dad who was perfectly attired as a slave's sissy said he also wanted for any of the other students at PRICKS to try and see if the extreme butt plugs were tight enough for me to be allowed to try and pull a butt plug out of me at any time during school (except during classes), the penalty for having the plug pulled out by someone was 50 strokes of the cane and the insertion of a unique one off special plug, which was handed over in a white coloured stiff cardboard box to Master Sir without me being allowed to see what was inside the box. Dad smiled at me as he told me "you'd better pray that your arse doesn't get loose, because that punishment plug (pointing to the white box) is going to be too much for you to be able to take inside of you" he told evilly, then shocked me more by saying that Mistress Mom had even tried it on him and had failed to insert the plug all the way inside of him, without him fainting because of the excoriating pain of trying to force it inside his arse. Of course on all the school notice boards the following morning was a memo advising all the students and staff that if they had the opportunity to do so, could at any time (except during lessons) during school hours try and pull my butt plug form out of my arse and if successful would receive a reward of $50 for having done so. The only condition was that any person, teacher or student attempting to do so, was not allowed to use any forms of lubrication to try and extract a butt plug from out of me. Classes where I would be a test dummy that actually required my arse being empty, saw me attending Master Sir's office before the class, where he pulled the butt plug out of me with the help of some special anaesthetic lubricant. Of course after each class demonstration, I had to have my arse wiped clean of any of the special lubricant, and only allowed to use ordinary KY gel used to reinsert my monster, so as to ensure my plug was buried deep inside of me and unable to be extracted using normal means. Master Sir was both pleased and excited when he first saw my new arse gape and he even used his unprepared hand shaped into a fist as he pushed into me almost effortlessly and with very little obstruction, so wide was my back door opening. For the next few weeks after the notice was pinned onto the notice boards throughout the school, I was being incessantly halted in my tracks or stumbling backwards as countless hands tried to pull my stainless steel butt plug from out of my arse and it wasn't only students who tried to do so. Even some of my teachers tried to do it. They all failed though but some of the clever teachers had colleagues filming them as they tried to pull out my butt plug. This soon had a number of videos showing just how far my internals could be pulled out of me as my thick butt buddy was stopped from leaving me due to the suction and strength of my anal muscles. All the tugging and pulling attempts did however allow my anus to hang down much further than it had been before I'd gone on end of year holidays and mom had begun my training. The heavy 15lb weight of the stainless steel butt plug now actually bounced up and down slightly with every stiletto step I took and felt awkward each time I took a step. Everyone at PRICKS was totally amazed I didn't suffer a prolapsed anus, but Mistress Mom had had a surgeon perform additional stitching on me to tighten up my inner arse, which also ensured I'd feel full back there almost every waking moment of every day of my final year at PRICKS. Still even after everyone had finally begun to believe that no one (uninvited) was ever going to relieve me of my anal monster intruder and had given up trying, one young boy (only 13) called Zach(ary) still believed it was possible. I actually had to admire the little sprog for his persistence and did reward him with several blow jobs for trying as many times as he did. Still, by half way through the year and with the assistance of a few of his friends, he talked me into positioning myself up onto several wide thick planks, which after getting up and standing beside me, grabbed onto the short flat base of my steel protector and jumped to the ground, holding onto the base with both hands as he did so. The scream I made sounded primeval as I felt my as if my insides were wrenched out of me and doubled over tottering on 7 inch heels and in desperate pain, saw that determination, belief in oneself and above all, persistency can pay off for you – if you're persistent that is! Lying on the ground and holding onto something with both small hands shiny and covered in thin brown faeces, was my young PRICKS friend who had my butt plug in a choke grip as he excitedly shouted out he'd won! Well he might have won, but my insides felt like I'd just had a watermelon shitted out of me. I felt as if my arse had been split in two and quickly placing a hand behind and under me, which easily found its way inside of me before I pulled it out, expected to see blood everywhere. True, there was a little bit, but not that much really yet I felt as if I was empty inside me. As Zach raced off to the Principal's office, I limped back to my private rooms trailing the odd droplet of blood behind me to mark my trail. I phoned Master Sir and asked for a sick day off for the rest of the day as I confirmed the story he had just had related to him by Zach(ary). Two hours later, Mistress Mom and dad knocked on my door accompanied by Master Sir carrying a white cardboard box. After quietly explaining what had happened, I was soon screaming even louder as my abused back door was brutally punished firstly by a huge strap on then by dad's cock before Master Sir's thick weapon finished my rape. Apart from the pain, all I had to console myself with was noticing the gooey cream pie tinged with pink dripping out of me as dad got me ready for something I had never experienced before. After being made totally naked and then uncomfortably perched up and over the lounge, I screamed the most unearthly sounds as I felt my backdoor pried apart much further than it had ever been before. And unlike the stainless steel butt plug that had a slightly thinner neck and huge round globe at the end of it (that had only a short time ago been wrenched out of me and hurt so much), this time my back door flaps weren't being allowed to close even slightly... In fact they didn't get the chance to close at all. As I felt the equivalent of the same watermelon I felt had been pulled out me earlier, being pushed even deeper and further up into me, I than felt 2 and sometimes 3 sets of hands fasten strapping around my body before I felt something heavy pull on my shoulders as Master Sir and Dad eased me from off of and over the lounge back onto my own two feet. This allowed my brain to register I now had something much heavier than 15 lbs inside of me. In fact what I now had inside of me weighed just over 20 kilos (42lbs) and had a circumference of 16 inches around ¾ of its length. Mistress even had to loosen my cock valve so I could piss out whatever fluids were inside me, as my body tried to cope with this new evil monster inside me. Dad with his typical bizarre sense of humour told me jokingly that from now on I'd be able to park a truck in my arse once my muscles gave way. I would also in the future have to take some medications to allow my body to liquidise my solid faecal matter into liquids and I'd only piss out of my teeny penis every 3 or 4 days, with the rest being shitted out as liquid Diarrhoea whenever I pooped. For the next few weeks he suggested I wear panties and a napkin or two to class and around school while smirking broadly. Well I did. By the next day, everyone at PRICKS had learned I'd had my butt plug exchanged for an incredibly huge plug much bigger than what I'd been accommodating inside my arse My persistent friend Zach(ary) found his young arse being violated with that same stainless steel butt plug he'd taken from out of me, except that in his case he hadn't been trained for or been properly prepared to have it inside of him. Master Sir took great delight in finally extracting it from out of Zach(ary's) arse a month later which caused a prolapsed anus to occur, that after being rectified saw him soon being added to the list for receiving castration the following year, as once he was seen walking around the school in a diaper, his teachers used him for every practical demonstration about anal sex that they could, as well as using him between classes. At my dad's persuasive insistence, he was invited around to my parents place along with his step father, for a weekend that was supposedly to be of learning about castration. Once there and after a few "mickey fin" drinks by dad to his stepfather, both boy and stepfather got to experience a lot of dad's knowledge about PRICKS that saw the little boy, his stepdad, along with my own dad, arse fuck little Zach(ary) in every imaginable (and some unimaginable) way, till he was a total arse slut and saw him turning sissy (as well as his stepdad's fuck toy in the future and forever after) by the following Monday in time for that week's classes at PRICKS. For the remainder of the school year until I graduated, I learnt all about animal husbandry, mid wifery, buggery and bestiality. I learnt it all of it so well, that I obtained a "distinction" level pass for the subject, which by the by, pleased Mistress Mom very much and now allows me to write a new series under the bestiality category when I get around to it!