Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2020 05:12:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Sissy School 3 Sissy School 3 Ken C. Nifty.org runs this website for everyone's enjoyment free of charge. But it isn't free to maintain it and requires a substantial amount of money to continue. I urge everyone who reads my story and the other stories on Nifty.org to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so the website can remain operating for your enjoyment. ********************************************************** Previous chapter: Once he saw that I was lying on my bed with several towels under my hips and my legs parted just enough to allow for the two bags of ice to nestle between them, he bid me farewell and reminded me if I needed anything during the night I was to go to his room (29) on the top floor and knock. I thanked him and gave him the panties I'd been wearing as a reward for helping me and being so considerate. Present chapter: The inside of my thighs were numb when I woke up at 3am the following morning. I struggled out of bed and crab walked into my small bathroom and found in the vanity drawer a bottle of anaesthetic cream dad had given me, at the time saying I'd need to use it soon after starting at PRICKS. He sure was right about that. I applied it liberally and made sure that I rubbed it into the bruising in the flesh where my legs joined my body as well as the inner thigh region till it had disappeared and was no longer greasy. I then got back into bed, waking up in time to get ready for my move upstairs to my new Master's rooms. Getting ready in time still didn't allow me pack up all my clothes and things for my 3 escorts to help me move. In fact I ended up not even trying to pack up anything more having decided that it was better for me to look like the perfect sissy for my house master first. Having douched, showered and moisturised my small body had me wondering exactly what was in the parcel Mr Horan had given me and on unwrapping and seeing, had me thinking "Oh my, should I, or shouldn't I" before lifting out the almost gossamer thread fabric of a miniature Arabian Nights "Harem outfit", just like Genie used to wear in the TV show I Dream of Genie. It included not only the top, trousers and head pieces, it also had a pretty pink pair of panties, with lace around the leg openings and as soon as I held them up, it was obvious the panty fabric was partly diaphanous whilst also appearing shimmery, although nowhere near as gossamer thin as the rest of the outfit. It was obvious the underwear was meant to be visible just like the TV show. Quickly donning the long trousers to check for length size, founds them to be just short enough that if I wore a pair of heels, I'd be able to wear the outfit while walking upstairs, which I naughtily thought to myself would allow any students (and I was very certain there'd be quite a few looking if not actually visible themselves) waiting for me to move to get horned up once they saw me in the outfit. Well... that thought made my mind up for me if nothing else, which meant an excited few minutes putting on the panties, the trousers and long sleeved top making sure I didn't snag the fabric. I quickly took the top off again, chastising myself for not having made me face up first. It then took some time getting my face just right before working out how to put the face mask on blurring my appearance slightly and then I managed to get the pointed hat and veil at it top, on top of my head and pinned to my hair. I then put on a gold waist chain that had been wrapped in tissue paper around my mid-drift before spritzing the air with my favourite perfume and walking through the mist. I had just enough time to look at my appearance in the mirror before a knock on the door had me hearing Marcus announce he and his two other prefect's names and telling me they were here to help me move. "The door's unlocked Marcus" I called out to him and waited for the three of them to enter and see what I was wearing. I think the noisy exclamations of his two friends along with his own silence and raised eyebrows were an acceptable reaction. With my obvious female appearance and dressed in a sexy Genie outfit, I began talking softly with a deliberate lisp to accentuate my sissy appearance and apologised for not yet having all my things packed and ready. Marcus being the "complete" servant he was told me I needn't be sorry and began directing Jeff and Colin to clear out my drawers and cupboard and place them in the suitcases I told them about in the spare room. He meanwhile went and retrieved any of my electronics and computer gear and placed them on the table. After about 20 minutes of clothes packing, which had been drawn out by either Jeff or Colin having to hold up to inspect lingerie other more personal items in my drawers, there was now 6 suitcases of clothes and personal effects including one filled with my used clothes sitting in the middle of the room. Marcus then excused himself, saying he needed to go and see if Mr Horan my new owner was ready for me yet and left. This allowed Colin and Jeff to then ask me all sorts of questions about what had taken place yesterday they'd dare not have asked if Marcus was in the room. So I regaled them with both truthful and exaggerated stories as to what took place, happily watching the front of their trousers tent out and needing to be adjusted several times, before Marcus knocked on the door, announced himself and entered carrying a plastic shopping bag in one hand. "Sorry for taking so long Dianne" he told me. "Mr Horan and the school Principal, Master Sir are discussing your situation and Master Sir asked if you'd mind waiting about fifteen minutes before we start moving your things upstairs. That'll allow me enough time to help prepare you properly for your new master's requirements" and reaching into the plastic shopping bag, he extracted an enormous butt plug while I could also see several other items in the bag mainly silver looking. I immediately went into total sissy mode... "Oooh of courth iths OK Marcuth. I can thee that you're going to have to help me with that Marcuth, so perhapth we'd better thart thum lubing" I told him meekly, then tugging down my harem trousers and panties and leaving them on the floor moved over to kneel on the couch facing the other way. "That thing lookths quite thick, it might be besth for me if you opened me a bit firth" I said. "Well I think you might be right about that Dianne" Marcus replied, "but we'll all have to promise not to say that I fucked you" he suggested while I felt his lubed finger slide into my arse. "Well I won't thay anything Marcuth. Are your two frienths Colin and Jeff going to keep quiet too" I lisped while repositioning myself kneeling on the lounge to allow me to be able to face the side of the lounge. "Drop your panth boyth and make this a proper thpit roathing to keep me quiet while Marcuth ith plugging my butt" I told Colin and Jeff, which had them immediately shedding their trousers and fondling their stiff erect cocks infront of me. I then felt Marcus's hands gently grip my hips and the tip of his cock push against my anus. I felt his hands grip me tighter and at the same time pull me back slightly, before I felt his greased tip pushing me open then he pushed up fast against me entering me entirely in one thrust. "OOwwww!" I shrieked at the suddenness of Marcus's entry into me, then a few seconds later I felt a set of hands grabbing each side of my head and forcing me towards Jeff's smeg slicked cock head, which I quickly opened my mouth to swallow, gagging any further thoughts I had a speaking or crying out. This is everything a young sissy hopes for. Their arse and mouth full of cock at the same time. Especially so if the cock inside your arse is thick and hard and provided the cock in your throat isn't too long and choking you. Marcus's cock was certainly lavishly thick and long enough to fill my arse very nicely. His thrusts while firm and deep were also a steady rhythm, brushing my prostrate with each thrust in or out. Jeff's cock wasn't too thick or long which allowed me to use my throat muscles to massage his tip while I moved my tongue and lips around while also moving my head about. About two minutes later, I felt the impending geyser, as Jeff's grip tightened on my face and he began fucking my mouth faster. To help him I relaxed my jaw and throat muscles allowing him easier access to my throat. "Oh fuck I'm blowing now" Jeff breathlessly gasped and almost immediately I could feel and taste his thick sperm squirting down my throat on the way to my tummy. He was a bit rougher during his cuming and I felt my nose and forehead hitting his firm solid wall of flesh above the cock as he jackhammered my face, before finally releasing his grip on my face and allowing me to move my mouth back enough so that the tip of his cock was just inside my mouth's lips allowing me to tongue bathe it, while sucking greedily to get his last drops of semen out. Soon after Jeff allowed me to move my head away from his deflating cock so I could enjoy the pounding Marcus was giving my arse. Marcus was definitely as good as my dad was at fucking me although dad's thrusts were more demanding and forceful. "Yeth Marcuth fuck me harder" I begged him which saw Marcus's thrusts becoming quicker and more demanding and only made me push back harder against his cock raping my arse so well. I'd seen Colin's hands throughout all of this rapidly masturbating and quietly telling me that his cock was going to choke me when I sucked it and he quickly moved to stand close to my face. Holding his cock near the base of the shaft, he quickly forced his much thicker cock inside my mouth. His wanking had coated the length of his shaft so the lack of saliva initially wasn't a problem. His thickness was though, which along with the lack of lubricating saliva soon had me gagging and struggling to breathe as his cock's thickness along with both of his hands now holding the back of my head were pushing my head into his groin. Desperate to breathe clean air, I started to choke spasm frantically, which must have excited Marcus as he started to grip me tighter from behind and thrust and quicker and faster, while I struggled to get Colin's cock out of my mouth. This had me pushing my head hard backwards to try and get rid of him. In a last ditch effort to breathe fresh air, I dropped down on the lounge suddenly, which with the help of my teeth dragging along his shaft, made Colin pull out of my mouth and allow me the chance to take some quick deep breaths. Marcus meanwhile was now fucking me with frantic abandon, lifting my hips and lower body off of the lounge and back down onto it again as he raised his voice telling everyone in the room he was going to impregnate me before old man Horan did (which I knew was far too late now after yesterday). With a deep and holding thrust I soon felt lots of his sperm swimmers starting to search for any stray eggs to fertilise inside me. Colin meanwhile was furiously fisting his cock infront of my face before in slow motion, I watched a white gooey wall suddenly hit my face. "Splat" was all my brain registered at first, so I didn't close my eyes before the next white wave hit my left eye along with another "splat" making me close my eyes which were now stinging. I felt my face being covered in warm gooey jizz as he joyfully announced to the other two about the masterpiece he was painting. Jeff added his encouraging approval to my facial bukkake, while behind me Marcus could only lean his weight onto the back of my hips breathing furiously hard, his cock still inside me no long stiff but softening and beginning to withdraw out of me. A minute later I felt Marcus slip out of me entirely which allowed me to stand up and dash for the bathroom to begin an urgently required douche if my new master wasn't to find out about me being fucked by other people. I also needed to wash my face as well which meant having to take off my face which was now a complete mess. Using my small hand pump, two quick hand squeezes had me thinking I'd be clean enough inside to pass any inspection and after a quick reapplication of my face I was again looking like the 6½ year old sissy Mr Horan had enjoyed fucking yesterday. Walking back into the main room I picked up the huge butt plug and after coating it thickly with KY handed it to Marcus and knelt on the lounge presenting him the ideal position in which to plug me. Straining outwards and making a very wet sounding "quiff" I felt Marcus's strength as he pushed against me and felt myself opening back there, which after a micro second pause and a second harder push by Marcus felt my anal lips spreading ever wider, before with a groan I felt my opening stretch even wider, before it suddenly relaxed again and my insides began coping with the humungous intruder now anchored inside me. Without meaning to and leaving the my three prefect escorts stunned, I quickly got up off of the lounge to go pick up and put my pink panties back on, then my harem trousers before tidying myself up, as if having a humungous butt plug inside me was an everyday occurrence. While Momma and Poppa HAD made THAT an everyday occurrence since I was five, the plugs they'd used (well mainly momma) hadn't been quite as big or as thick. Marcus excused himself and went into the bathroom where I soon heard the sound of the shower, so I lisped to Colin and Jeff that they might like to make sure "their" own appearances were acceptable for Mr Horan eyes. I meanwhile went and picked up the plastic shopping bag extracting several silver plated chains attached to small silver clamps some with screws from out of it, as well as several weights that had holes in the middle obviously for chains to be fed through the holes. Ten minutes later Marcus walked back into the room looking unflustered and every inch the senior head boy prefect. "Well young sissy Dianne, I have to attach a bit of jewellery to you now before we head upstairs to Mr Horan's lodgings, so let's start with you getting naked so we can get started". As the three of them looked on with beaming smiles, I casually took off my harem trousers and panties and calmly waited. Careful to make sure he didn't hurt me, Marcus went and attached one of the thin steel chains with the clamps attached to each end, to the tip of me tiny penis, making sure he clamped it to the bottom lip of my penis, before carefully using a thin blade to tighten the screw in it which tightened the clamp's teeth. Squealing that it was hurting me, he turned the blade a few micro inches more before being satisfied it wasn't going to slip off. "You'll get a piercing there in the next day or so" he assured me before threading one of the weights onto the other end of the chain before wrapping the thin chain around my ball sack several times and finally clamping it on to my ball sack, then tightening it up until it was really hurting me. Telling me to walk around for a moment, I felt the sharp pain of the clamp teeth on both the tip of my cock as well as my ball sack every time I moved, it sent the weight on the dangling thin steel chain, swaying and sliding about the chain with each step I took. "Once you're pierced and the chains reattached, Mr Horan won't be allowing you to wear any more underwear sissy". He then handed me my panties and I slipped them on doing my best not to let go of the weight I was holding until I had pulled up the panties and the weight was nestled snug in the gusset. Marcus then proceeded to attached clamps to each end of another thin metal chain with two weights now threaded through it to each of my nipples before tightening the clamps till my nipples turned purple/black. As with the other chain around my balls, I found that with each step I took, the 2 weights on the chain jiggled and swayed that tweaked my nipples and caused a more intense pain. "Once your nipples are pierced you may find Mr Horan prefers his sissy's nipple chains are soldered to the piercings. Either way you'll never be able to pass through a metal detector without triggering it off" Marcus assured me. My last piece of jewellery was the necklace Mr Horan had given me yesterday, which showed I was his personal property to everyone at PRICKS. Once Marcus was sure he'd not missed following any of Mr Horan's instructions, I was accompanied outside and led upstairs to Mr Horan's apartments. The loud click clack of my high heels announced my passage upstairs and a number of students were watching from their doorways, or else stood out of view of the top floor at the landings underneath as I passed by in my Harem outfit. By the time I was outside and about to knock on Mr Horan's 3rd floor door, all of my secretive admirers had vanished, leaving only the three prefect escorts along with most of my luggage as Marcus knocked on the door and stated who and why was knocking. As soon as Mr Horan opened the door and saw a 6½ year old sissy wearing a sexy see through Harem girl outfit standing their innocently, he smiled widely while inviting all of us inside. As I walked in I spotted the school Principal, Master Sir, standing over to one side of the main room, also smiling. He like Mr Horan was wearing a dark body hugging shirt as well as a pair of shiny tights or leggings, with the front cut out of them so his cock and balls were openly and shamelessly on display. They both also had a long thin black whip hanging from off of the side of their left hips. I could see that like Mr Horan, Master Sir's cock was stiff and sticking well out and the tip of his cock was glistening while a tendril of whisper thin precum stretched down the front of his tights almost touching the floor. The three prefects went and retrieved the rest of my things and brought them upstairs a few minutes later. While they were gone, Master Sir had me stand where I was while he slowly walked around me using the tip of his whip to touch some part of me or else lift up my Harem top to look underneath even though it was see through. He nodded a lot and smiled at me too, commenting to Mr Horan about how he thought that older confirmed sissies might prefer to wear the Harem outfit instead of the regular school uniform and having Mr Horan heartily agree with him. Once he had dismissed the prefects and waited a minute listening for the sounds of their footsteps descending the stairwell or closing their doors, he and Master Sir began carefully undressing me, enjoying each new revelation. Master Sir was particularly thrilled when I was ordered to lose the panties and go and sit on the couch by my master. I went over to the lounge and lay back with my legs spread as wide as I could up in the air and over my head. I was having trouble doing this while trying to hold onto the weight suspended from the chain around my ball sack and the tip of my penis and preventing it from swinging. The inner thigh love bites Mr Horan had given me were now very clearly visible and a nasty purple/black in colour and had Master Sir not only congratulating Mr Horan on marking his sissy brilliantly, but then added to it by giving me several love bites of his own, sucking especially hard on each one, that left me once again very tender there. Soon I was nothing more than a fuck toy for the two of them as I was led into the bedroom and lifted onto the bed before being almost torn apart by the huge butt plug inside me being forcibly removed from out of me before being anally fucked by Master Sir and then joined in a spit roast by Mr Horan. They fed their sexual appetites on and off all day, using Viagra to get them erect or else using anal wands. After the first hour I was a thoroughly fucked mess, with semen trails down the front of my face, mouth, neck, chest, stomach, groin and legs, while at the back my arse, ball sack, the backs of my legs, feet and toes were covered in semen as well as anal smeg. I gave up even trying not to fart and simply allowed my body to purge its excess air whenever and however loudly it needed to. I felt like (and must have looked like) a complete cum dump for the two of them, but strangely enough I also felt proud that I'd kept them pumping semen into me well after any normal men would have given up in exhaustion. Luckily for me, they didn't use the whips that much on me, because with the first stroke by Master Sir, it felt like my skin had been torn open. Mr Horan had an X shaped cross in one of the rooms I hadn't seen yesterday and after being attached to it by cuffs to my ankles and wrists and a neck collar, found my body readily available to punishment on it by whippings, (or worse still floggings) anal insertions, rape, hot wax applications or anything else imaginable. Both my master Mr Horan and Master Sir showed me by using a single whip stroke on me how the skin where the whip had struck broke the skin open and allowed the blood to trickle down my legs. They had a large floor to ceiling mirror on castors they'd roll around to show me what they had done to me after each stroke of the whip. Thankfully they only inflicted three each throughout the day, but each stroke had me screaming into the mouth gag they'd stuffed into my mouth for the purpose of stifling the shrieks of pain. Just after hearing the bell chime on Mr Horan's lounge room clock signalling 4pm, Master Sir offered me his thanks for a pleasantly diverting day while assuring me there'd be many more to come before telling me (after making me kneel down infront of him) to open my mouth which I was obedient to do quickly. Expecting to have to give him another blow job, he instead deliberately pinched my nostrils closed before beginning to piss in my mouth, which because I couldn't breathe through my nose made me have to swallow him. After Master Sir left, my Owner and Master said I'd pleased him very greatly today and told me that the following day was a pupil free Monday, so I could simply rest and relax tomorrow before ne then made me sit on his cock while he proceeded to fill my insides with his own piss before forcing the humungous butt plug from this morning back up inside me, leaving my stomach bloated. I held onto his piss for about an hour before having my anus pulled open again by my Master to let me expel everything and allow me to douche, change into a soft pretty nightie and slip off to bed, where I was served lovely thick raisin toast and a glass of milk for tea.