She Male Academy

by Christina Shelly

  

Chapter Four

  

She is being led into a very large and very familiar white room. Almost immediately she realises she is back in the vast nursery ruled over by the gorgeous Mistress Maria. And as she becomes aware of her surroundings, she also becomes aware of a number of high pitched sissy squeals.

As Honey leads Alice down the carpeted strip of floor running between the rows of empty play pens, a strange, disturbing and helplessly exciting sight reveals itself to the Novice's sex tormented eyes. Positioned by the long wardrobe that runs for virtually the entire length of the far wall are three bound and gagged she-males, each stripped naked except for their restrainers and a pair of very high heeled pink mules, each bent painfully forward with their arms pulled up behind their backs by chains connected to bondage gloves, chains which lead upward to a pulley fixed into the ceiling. Each has a very large pink rubber ball gag filling her mouth, and each has a pink rubber enema tube inserted deep into her backside, a tube which is attached to a half empty plastic bag of soapy white liquid tangling from a metal stand. Tears of despair, pain and horror fill the sissies eyes. Their thighs and buttocks are crimson from a very recent and hard spanking. And standing before them is the stunning, cruel Mistress Maria.

'Ah, the lovely Alice is here as well,' she sings, turning to face Honey and her pretty, now very apprehensive charge.

Honey draws to a halt before the gorgeous, ample form of Mistress Maria and performs a suitably deep curtsey. Alice quickly follows suit.

It is only as she rises from the curtsey that Alice recognises the suffering sissies: Lucy, Nancy and Pippa. This, then, is to be both Nancy and Pippa's punishment. For Alice's failure, Nancy is to undergo the torment of another enema and its dreadful consequences, and for overstepping her authority with Alice, Pippa is to share Nancy's awful fate. Yet Pippa is undergoing an extra torment that quickly becomes apparent to Alice's wide, amazed eyes. Unlike Lucy and Nancy, Pippa has a pair of very large, very shapely and very beautiful breasts, two pale roles orbs topped off with two long, stiff nipples. And attached to each nipple is a tight, painful metal clamp fitted with cruelly serrated teeth, and running from each clamp is a thin silver chain, attached to a heavy, oblong-shaped metal weight.

As she wobbles precariously on her very high heels, tears of pain splash from Pippa's large doe eyes onto the black rubber mat below. As she squeals into her fat gag and wiggles her pretty sissy behind, as the enema bag fills her to bursting point, Alice finds herself deeply excited by the sexy, sado-erotic spectacle of the Graduate's suffering. Yet the reason for her excitement is deeply ambivalent: she cannot decide whether it is because she is enjoying Pippa's punishment or because she wishes she were undergoing it!

'Honey, bring Alice through to my private office,' Mistress Maria purrs, her gaze devouring the beautiful novice. 'We need to get her ready for the baby sissy room.'

As Alice is led past poor Nancy, their eyes meet. Alice fears she will find hate in Nancy's eyes, but instead all she can see is an even more powerful sexual need.

Mistress Maria's office is hidden away behind the large desk that looks out over the nursery. A leather padded door slides open like a secret panel and the two sissies follow the gorgeous woman into a large, white walled room, which is furnished with a striking white leather sofa, a glass coffee table and another very large, metal barred playpen. Inside the playpen is a moaning, wiggling and very beautiful she-male.

'Take no notice of Kika,' Mistress Maria says, 'She's my pet. She spends most of her time either in the pen playing with her dildoes, or serving in my quarters.'

Despite Mistress Maria's command, Alice finds herself staring in amazement at the bizarre and intensely erotic spectacle that is Kika.

She is easily over six feet tall and wrapped from head in toe in a skin tight pink rubber body stocking that reveals the perfect and striking outlines of two extremely large breasts. Her blonde hair has been cut and styled in long, thick ringlets that spill out of the front of a huge pink silk bonnet edged with inches of cream French lace. Her very large, sky blue eyes are filled with a terrible sex hunger cut through with fear and, surprisingly, anger. She is kneeling in the centre of the pen on a white rubber mattress and her rubber sheathed arms have been tied behind her back very tightly with pink silk ribbons at her wrists, elbows and shoulders. Her ankles, knees and thighs have also been bound with ribbons. Her mouth is covered by a very thick strip of pink coloured masking tape that stretches across bulging china white cheeks that are obviously being stretched by a very fat gag. Around her very slender neck is a thick, studded pink leather collar, and running from it to one of the bars of the playpen is a thin silver chain leash. And then there is the final shock: where Alice expects to see the standard straining, hard, desperate male sex, there is nothing - just a perfectly flat, rubber sheathed surface. Could this be a real girl?

'Yes, you can't keep your eyes off her,' Mistress Maria purrs, a wicked smile crossing her gorgeous face, 'and no, she's not a real girl. I'm afraid Kika failed her training due to an unfortunate disciplinary incident and, with her mother's agreement, she was

given a full sex change. She was then placed on the baby sissy programme. Eventually, her mummy gave her to me as a birthday present. She serves as a very useful warning to all my sissies.'

Alice fights to avert her eyes, both appalled and aroused, but she cannot help watching as poor Kika fights some terrible torment that is making her wiggle desperately in her bonds and squeal helplessly into her gag, a sound of both horror and almost unbearable excitement.

'I had two matching rubber vibrators made especially for her quite early on. She wears them in her arse and pussy (which has been ultra sensitised) on a permanent basis. They can be controlled by a splendid little remote control device that I keep close by. She's on full blast at the moment. She gets three double doses of the sex drug every day, so it amuses me to turn her on and off as I see fit. She does tend to make a lot of noise, though, but I find my soiled work tights make a very effective gag.'

Large tears begin to spill from Kika's eyes as Mistress Maria describes her terrible fate.

'Oh, and she understands everything. An essential part of the baby sissy programme -

to ensure that the sissy, despite the fundamental physical changes, the sex drug, and the babification, remains lucid, that she comprehends quite clearly what is happening to her. Her mummy visits most weekends and Kika is presented in her finest baby girl attire. I'm sure the humiliation is quite unbearable, but so is her desire, and the experience is always a deeply ambivalent one.'

Mistress Maria guides the lovely, frightened and intensely horny Alice towards the sofa.

It is only as her eyes are dragged away from Kika that the pretty she-male begins to comprehend fully the gorgeous black dominatrix. The first thing she notices is that Mistress Maria is no longer dressed in the tight erotic uniform of the previous day. Instead, she is clad in a beautiful, high necked white silk blouse, a knee length, jet black skirt made from a shimmering velvet material, very sheer black nylon hose and a pair of very high heeled, black patent leather court shoes. Her thick, gleaming hair has been tied in a rigid bun by a diamond studded metal clasp. Her lips are painted a deep cherry red, and around the high neck of the blouse is tied a band of elegant, cream coloured pearls. Her very large breasts seem barely contained by her lace edged brassiere, which is visible through the semi-transparent silk material of the blouse, and now poor Alice finds her tormented eyes glued to these large, shapely orbs

And it is only as Honey begins very gently to untie her that Alice's attention is directed away from Mistress Maria's considerable attributes.

'There's a very special uniform for the baby sissy carers, Alice,' Mistress Maria whispers. 'I'm sure you'll love it.'

As Honey begins to remove Alice's Novice Maid attire, Mistress Maria moves towards the far wall of her office. What appears to be a long, flat, white surface is quickly revealed to be yet another large, long wardrobe: as she rests her hand against some hidden button, a panel in the wall slides open to expose a row of spectacle sissy clothing.

As the splendid, dusky Mistress begins to gather clothing from the closet, Honey slips the pinafore and beautiful pink silk Novice's dress from Alice's shoulders, her gloved hands brushing against the Novice's smooth, sensitive arms and producing a helpless, tightly gagged moan of pleasure.

As Honey helps Alice out of her pretty, delicate, fiendishly high heeled ankles boots, Mistress Maria lays the clothing out on the leather sofa, a soft, teasing smile lighting up her beautiful face.

Eventually, Alice finds herself stripped down to just the tight corset and the dreadfully tight, teasing rubber panties, through which her restrained sex strains desperately.

Mistress Maria's large, golden brown eyes eat up the exposed sissy and then, with a simple gesture, she dismisses Honey. The lovely Graduate gathers up the Novice attire, performs another deep curtsey and minces sweetly from the room, her bottom wiggling with helpless arousal beneath her pretty Graduate petticoats.

As soon as Honey has left, Mistress Maria takes up a pair of white stockings from the sofa and holds them out before Alice.

'These are particularly lovely, babikins,' she purrs, her voice the rustle of sheer nylon against smooth, scented skin. 'They are made from the finest silk. The stars are actually cut from velvet.'

Alice studies the stockings in amazement. There are indeed of a very fine, shimmering silk, and both are fitted with a unique seam made up of a line of tiny white velvet stars. Also, the silk fabric itself is not just shimmering, but, in the right type of light, sparkling!

Mistress Maria orders Alice to sit on the sofa and put on the stockings. The lovely sissy obeys without question, feeling the plug in her anus push even deeper as she sits.

As she draws the stockings up over her legs, her eyes wander back towards the beautiful, helpless Kika, who, despite her obvious discomfort, is now quite clearly watching Alice. As their eyes meet, the Novice experiences a sense of overwhelming sympathy mixed with fierce desire. In Kika's wide, baby blue eyes she sees a furious, mind bending sexual need, a fundamental human anger and a terrible, desperate pleading for mercy and release. As Alice draws the stockings up over her smooth, soft thighs, she moans helplessly into her gag and tries to avert the startling, electric gaze of Mistress Maria's tormented pet.

'Yes, they're very lovely, and they feel simply wonderful,' Mistress Maria whispers, helping Alice to her now silk stockinged feet. 'And you look perfect in them, my little baby petal.'

The regal black beauty then helps Alice position intricate pink lace and elastane garters to hold the beautiful stockings in place. Smiling warmly, she returns to the sofa and takes up a pair of snow white silk panties, covered in layers of pretty pink lace. She helps her sissy charge draw the spectacular panties up her silk sheathed legs and then carefully pull them into place around her tightly corseted lower waist.

Next comes a dress, a truly wondrous concoction of white silk that produces a well gagged gasp of amazement from the already astonished Alice. The dress is basically the classic Novice design, with the very high, lace frilled neck and the beautifully puffed and lace edged sleeves. Yet wrapped around the main body of the dress, and also around the long sleeves, are row about row of pink silk and lace bands.

The lovely Novice moans with pleasure as Mistress Maria opens the back of the dress and helps her sissy charge step carefully into it. As the dress is drawn over her body, it is as if she is being plunged into a world of ultimate, babified submission, and as the pearly buttoned back section is secured, pulling the lovely dress tight against her feminised form, she notices immediately that it is very short. Indeed, the thick lace petticoats attached to the skirt area barely reach the waistline of the intricate panties, thus ensuring that the panties and the gartered stocking tops are fully visible at all times. Alice feels her tightly restrained sex beg desperately for release and a further moan somewhere between agony and ecstasy slips from her gag.

'I know, precious, it's almost too much to stand. But that is the essence of your subjugation: the absolute control and manipulation of your desire.'

As Mistress Maria's strange, teasing words caress Alice's pretty ears, the sissy feels a renewed and awful attraction for this stunning woman. Her sweet, honey dripping American voice is a weapon that explodes deep in Alice's sex and leaves the hapless sissy utterly enslaved. As Mistress Maria turns Alice to face her, the sissy's wide, tormented eyes confess all: I am yours, forever.

Mistress Maria smiles. 'My, you are a sweet little thing, babikins. That look is killing me softly. No wonder the others are so stricken. Now lets get these gorgeous shoes on you and we'll see about that naughty look you're giving me.'

She takes a pink box from the wardrobe and places on the coffee table. Alice watches, her sissy heart pounding with terrible sex hunger, as Mistress Maria removes the lid and takes from inside a pair of pink patent leather Mary Jane shoes, low heeled, with the classic square front. On this front section is mounted a large silver butterfly.

'Sit down,' Mistress Maria orders and Alice obeys without a second's hesitation, performing a tiny curtsey to acknowledge the order, mincing in her sweetly stockinged feet over to the leather sofa, turning gracefully and then carefully lowering her tightly pantied bottom onto the cool, soft leather.

As Alice's shapely bottom sinks into the leather, Mistress Maria kneels down before her charge with the lovely shoes. As she slips them over Alice's feet, the pretty, violently aroused sissy finds herself staring down at the gorgeous Mistress's large, silk sheathed breasts with an almost cosmological need. As the Mary Janes are buckled onto her feet, she whimpers with a terrible, boiling need and understands the true meaning of slavery.

Once satisfied that the gleaming sissy shoes are tightly secured, Mistress Maria elegantly rises to her high heeled feet and orders Alice back to hers. She then takes a pair of white glace gloves from an arm of the sofa and slips them over Alice's slender, helplessly feminine hands.

'There,' she purrs, 'all finished.'

She then guides Alice over towards the wardrobe. It is only now that the lovely she-male notices a tiny panel of white plastic buttons built into the wall by the wardrobe. Mistress Maria presses one of these and another section of the wall slides away to reveal a full length mirror and, to Alice's amazement, her own incredible reflection.

Alice stares at a very beautiful sissy, a wide eyed, tightly gagged, brown eyed brunette, an utterly convincing young woman trapped in the bizarre, utterly humiliating attire of a baby sissy carer. Yet her response to this vision is far from negative. Indeed, what most impresses Alice is how lovely she actually is, how long and shapely her legs are in the sexy silk stockings, how her frame fits so well with the sensual figure ensured by the corsellete, how easy it has been to mould her already long hair into a delicate sculpture of very feminine waves and curls.

'Yes,' Mistress Maria whispers, 'you're very beautiful, Alice. Perhaps the most beautiful sissy we've ever seen. And by the time we've finished with you…well…you'll be a true sissy angel.'

Mistress Maria then leads Alice away from the mirror and back towards the sofa. She sits the stunned sissy down and then returns to the wardrobe.

'I have a little treat for you, Alice. But I'd rather not torment Kika any more than amuses me, so let me just deal with her.'

Alice watches in horror and arousal as Mistress Maria takes from within the wardrobe what looks like a black silk bag. She then strolls over to the playpen, opens it and steps inside. Kika's protests have increased since the production of the bag. She is now squealing very loudly into her fat hose and tape gag, shake her head furiously and wiggling angrily in the skin tight rubber body stocking.

At first, Mistress Maria struggles to remove the pretty, humiliating bonnet from Kika's head, but then, in a sudden outburst of anger, she delivers a very hard slap to Kika's face and the reluctant transsexual, stunned, falls still, her squeals now pathetic whimpers, her eyes filled with angry tears.

As Mistress Maria removes the bonnet, she speaks very calmly and quietly to her pet.

'Never mind, Kika, I've arranged for Rick to visit this evening. You know how much he likes you…and how much you like him.'

Mistress Maria's words are full of cruel teasing and at the mention of "Rick", Kika's eyes widen even further and her squeals return. But these are not squeals of anger – these are squeals of terror. Laughing, Mistress Maria then pulls off the bonnet and begins to slide the bag, now revealed as an eyeless black hood, over poor Kika's head. The lovely pet's eyes plead furiously with her mistress right up to the moment when the hood covers them and is pulled down over her face and tied in place around her neck.

Eventually, fully hooded, Kika falls relatively still, her only movement the desperate wiggles inspired by the pulsing vibrators, and Alice fights back the sexual arousal this sadistic scene has inspired. Still laughing quietly, Mistress Maria closes the playpen and returns to Alice.

'As an added entertainment, I've arranged for a male friend to visit Kika once a week. Lacey would go mad if she knew. Rick designs S &M clothing and equipment. He produced the dildoes that keep Kika so amused. Anyway, he's become quite taken by the little minx, and she's very slowly getting used to having more than a dildo in her pussy. However, Rick's predilection for extreme bondage and flagellation tend to annoy the silly little slut. Last time he used a riding crop on her while she was hanging upside down from the ceiling. She couldn't sit down without crying for two days! He even bought her a pair of golden nipple clamps for her birthday. A helpless romantic!'

Mistress Maria's tales of poor Kika's perverse and dark adventures only serve to arouse Alice even more, and by the time the black beauty sits down besides her, she is moaning quite loudly into the mouth filling ball gag.

'Well now, my precious petal, seeing how you've been such a good little girl, I think it's time for a special treat.'

With this, and to Alice's utter amazement, Mistress Maria begins to unbutton the shimmering white blouse. Without taking her gleaming, dark brown eyes away from Alice, she slips the blouse over her shoulders and pulls the sleeves from her arms, exposing her large, plump breasts imprisoned very tightly in a white silk, lace edged brassiere. A satin panelled, white mini corset restrains what Alice suspects is a substantial waistline line and adds to the erotic pressure on her ample breasts. As the blouse is discarded, Alice squirms with a fierce, animal desire, pressing her stockinged thighs together and deliberately trying to push the anal plug deeper into her back passage. She whimpers into the gag and feels her hard, angry cock press desperately against her own corseted waist.

Mistress Maria smiles softly, whispers a soothing, maternal "there, there, babikins", then, reaching behind her back, she unclips the brassiere. Poor Alice's whimpers turn into loud moans of excitement as the gorgeous black dominatrix gently takes the cups of the brassiere in her large, elegant hands and draws them away from her breasts. Then, finally, they are fully exposed, and Alice finds herself struggling with a sense of overwhelming sexual shock. Before her are Mistress Maria's incredible, mammoth mammary glands, two beautifully shaped, 44 inch orbs with long, hard brown nipples that inspire a gagged gasp of true awe from the totally stunned sissy.

'Come here,' the chocolate beauty whispers, 'and put your head in my lap.'

Alice can only pull herself shakily across the sofa and place her head in Mistress Maria's wide, black skirted lap. The lovely mistress then takes Alice's head gently in her hands and carefully unbuckles the ball gag, discarding it on the floor with a loving smile.

'Now come to mummy, my sweetness. Suckle at mummy's teat.'

Transfixed, Alice offers no resistance as her soft, ripe cherry lips are drawn towards Mistress Maria's left nipple. Within a few wondrous seconds she has wrapped her mouth completely around its hard, rectangular surface and a good proportion of the impressive breast, and is instinctively sucking upon it.

For ten minutes Mistress Maria holds Alice's head against her plump breast, and the sissy is lost in a state of pure, all pervasive bliss. The strange world of the school becomes a sensual dream and reality is overwhelmed by a terrible, absolute calm, a calm in which even the idea of self is destroyed. Indeed, as she sucks so contentedly, she is even unaware that Mistress Maria is now beginning to moan quite loudly with her own fundamental pleasure and that the sissy's instinctively expert ministrations are guiding her towards a thunderous orgasm. Yet before she comes, she quickly eases Alice away from her left breast and transfers her sweet lips to its left leaning sister. Then, within seconds, the black beauty unleashes a squeal of intense animal pleasure that inspires renewed, angry and quite obviously jealous squeals and wiggles from the tethered, gagged and hooded Kika.

Eventually, Mistress Maria draws Alice away from her breasts, leaving the poor sissy struggling to come to terms with the terrible reality which she had apparently so successfully managed to escape.

As Mistress Maria repositions her brassiere and her blouse, a stunned, elated, sex drugged Alice is told to stand to attention before her. Once fully redressed and a little more composed, the beautiful mistress pulls herself to her feet and smiles weakly at the pretty, gifted sissy.

'Well Alice, I have to say I'm now even more impressed.'

Alice curtsies her gratitude and Mistress Maria bursts out laughing. She then somewhat shakily walks back over to the wardrobe, retrieves a small pink plastic box and returns to Alice. From inside the box she takes a familiar penis shaped, ribbed, adult-sized dummy set on a pink plastic base with pink silk ribbons attached to both ends. Then, to Alice's surprise, she leans forward and slips the dummy beneath her skirt.

'I'm soaked,' she whispers. 'My panties and tights are absolutely drenched.'

It soon becomes apparent that she is wiping the dummy along the hosed insides of her substantial thighs and thus coating its tip in her love juices.

She then removes the dummy and orders a shocked, aroused Alice to open her sweet sissy mouth. Alice, of course, obeys, and once again she finds herself dummy gagged, but now the sweet, pungent taste of Mistress Maria's cunt fills her mouth and she finds herself moaning with a new pleasure.

'Something to remind you of me while you work in the nursery.'

Alice's eyes meet Mistress Maria's and there is a moment, a brief, electric shock of a moment, when a fierce mutual desire is exchanged, a moment in which Alice realises she is doomed to a life of eager sissy servitude, a moment that fills her with a powerful, almost transcendental joy.

Mistress Maria returns to the wall and presses one of the barely visible buttons. The door to the room opens and Honey enters. But this is Honey unlike Alice has ever seen her. For she is dressed in the same costume as Alice, but rather than pink and white, the colour theme of her outfit is powder blue and white – a blue dress, white stockings, blue Mary Janes. She is also tightly dummy gagged.

'Honey has always had a soft spot for the baby sissies, so I thought she could help guide you through your first afternoon as a carer.'

The look in Honey's lovely eyes is one of tremendous sexual excitement and need, and as she minces into the room, poor Alice can only return this look with interest.

Honey gently takes Alice's gloved hand in her own and leads the gorgeous sissy from the room.

'I will be with you shortly, but first I need to have a little word with Kika,' Mistress Maria says, turning towards to the hooded, wiggling, tightly rubberised form of the transsexual sissy.

Honey leads Alice out into the main nursery. Nancy and Lucy have now been babified, bound, gagged and locked in one of the playpens. Kneeling facing each other, scented masks covering their faces, it is clear both are struggling vainly to hold back the results of the enema. Yet their eyes, visible above the masks, show no real fear or outrage, only a deep, desperate sissy desire. And the moans that escape their fat dummy gags are surely moans of helpless, masochistic pleasure.

The unfortunate Pippa is nowhere to be seen, but before Alice can ponder this strange fact further, she is quickly led across the nursery and through a rubber panelled door.

Beyond the door is a room which acts as a small annex to the nursery. In it there are 6 pink coloured, adult sized wooden cots, a row of three on each side, with a pink rubber matted walkway running between the two rows. In one of the cots is a sissy, fully babified and strapped tightly in place. Set into the wall next to each cot is a panel of lights, buttons and a rectangular LCD display unit similar to the kind found above a hospital bed or operating table. Also, various tubes run from the wall and down into the cot and, in the single case, into the secured sissy. The other 5 cots are empty.

The sounds of angry and fearful sissy squeals fills the room, a strange, frightening indication of resistance and terror. Yet even these squeals are cut through with desire, with helpless, fierce sexual need.

The room is bathed in a soft pink tinted light emitted by filtered strip lighting. There is also a very powerful rose fragrance that is clearly designed to mask another, far less pleasant odour.

In the middle of the room is a tall, stately woman dressed in the simple, but erotic uniform of a tutor: a simple white blouse, a black mini skirt, black tights and 3 inch high, stiletto heeled court shoes. She has very short blonde hair and a typically pneumatic figure, and she is studying a clip board taken from one of the cots very carefully.

Honey leads Alice over to the tutor. As she turns to face the two sissies, Honey performs a typically deep curtsey and Alice quickly follows suit.

'Ah yes,' she purrs, her piercing blue eyes fixing on Alice, 'the new sissy, the one Wilding's pet got recycled over.'

Alice looks into her hard, cold eyes and momentarily sees the soul of a particularly cruel woman who gains a very obvious sadistic pleasure from her role in this weird academy. She quickly avoids her gaze and tries not to think about poor Pippa's fate.

'My name is Miss Frame. I am the nursery tutor. I also teach domestic science and body hygiene to the Novices, so I am sure we will meet on a regular basis.'

Alice curtsies her understanding and Miss Frame's cruel smile widens.

'I work with Mistress Maria. As you may know, she is a medical doctor – more specifically, a plastic surgeon. She has pioneered many of the physical transformation techniques we employ. In a previous life, I was a nurse. So we are both appropriately qualified. There are novice and junior maids attached to the baby sissy programme. Heather, my last novice, recently progressed to Junior level, but she was so taken with the babies that we have agreed that she can continue to work in the nursery as part of her junior project. You will meet her later in the week. I am sure you will get on like a nursery on fire!'

Miss Frame then turns to the cot immediately opposite.

'The babies fate is a particularly cruel one, I suppose,' she says, staring into the cot. 'But they all deserve it. They were all male once. And that is reason enough for this beautifully elaborate form of punishment.'

Alice turns her pretty, fear streaked eyes towards the cot and its unfortunate occupant. A dummy gagged gasp of horror escapes her mouth as she finds herself looking down at Mandy, the beautiful, angry novice she encountered earlier in the day.

'Ah yes,' Miss Frame says, her smile widening. 'I believe you have met baby Mandy.'

Mandy is dressed in what appears to be a hot pink rubber romper suit, a pair of silk lined, fingerless mittens, pretty matching booties with white ribbon laces tied in fat sissy bows, and a very large, lace be-frilled satin bonnet. She is strapped tightly on her back, with thick white leather bands holding her in place at the chest, stomach, thighs knees at ankles. Another thick band crosses her neck, and leather shackles hold her mittened hands firmly at her side.

A variety of pink rubber tubes appear to be connected to her prone form. One tube runs from the panel in the wall and is fitted directly into a strip of thick pink tape that is sealing her sissy lips shut. A second tube runs into a be-frilled slot positioned directly over a large bulge in the romper suit at the exact spot where her sex should be. And a final tube runs between her legs and then down between her buttocks.

Poor Mandy is squealing furiously into the tape gag. Her pretty, blue eyes are filled with tears and a fierce anger. Yet at the same time, it is evident that she is in a state of considerable sexual arousal.

'As a beginner,' Miss Frame continues, 'Mandy will be kept in the cot continuously for one month. She is receiving a feed of liquidised food and milk, plus other necessary nutrients. Special hormones have been added to the feed. Once an hour she receives a large, double dose of the sex drug. The tube going into her mouth connects to a hollowed out rubber ball with a filter. This ensures an effective gag and a means of administering controlled amounts of nutrients and drugs. The food is also laced with powerful laxatives to ensure that she is unable to control her bowel movements.'

As Miss Frame details the appalling nature of Mandy's babification, the helpless baby maid squeals louder and struggles uselessly against her very tight bonds, tears of despair and anger now flooding from her baby blue eyes.

'The tube running to her sex acts as a waste disposal mechanism. Her sex has been sealed in a rubber sheath that connects to the tube. A special metal band has been clamped around her testicles. The band is connected to wires that run back via the tube to the control panel. The band is designed to emit far from unpleasant vibrations into her sex and the muscles that control urination. This reduces and will eventually destroy her ability to control her urinary function. Her backside is plugged with a special hollow plastic dildo. This is also wire controlled and connected to the waste tube you can see running between her legs. Its hollowness allows excretion while also emitting a constant, powerful vibration which floods her anal passage. The dildo is also expandable. The combination of the vibration and the gradual expansion will eventually completely undermine the ability of her sphincter muscle to operate properly.

Basically, after one month, she will be completely incontinent."

Alice stares down at poor Mandy in utter horror, yet her sex has never been harder. It is also clear that Honey is very aroused by this cool, hard description of Mandy's terrible fate.

'Although she will remain in the cot for the first month, she will in fact be removed at the end of each week to undergo special sissy surgery. This happens at a far faster rate than with the Novice maids. By the end of the month she will have a lovely pair of 40 inch breasts and the face and helplessly lisping voice of a very cute baby girl, plus tattooed make up. It also seems that her mummy would like her to have her nipples and nostrils pierced, and she is to be circumcised.'

By now Many is making a terrible noise and Miss Frame turns directly towards Honey.

'I think she needs milking, Honey.'

The lovely graduate curtsies eagerly and Miss Frame then removes her fat dummy gag.

'This is the first time Mandy has been milked…so it should be very interesting,' Miss Frame says, her dark eyes filled with sadistic glee.

Honey removes the metal clip holding the nearest side of the cot in place and lowers the barred panel. She then leans forward and, to Alice's amazement and Mandy's utter horror, slips her gloved hands into the frilled slot containing the rubber tube. Mandy's squeals increase even further as Honey loosens the tube and the pulls out the very reluctant baby maid's very stiff, impressively sized and pink rubber sheathed sex. After a few seconds of careful and very distracted manipulation, she carefully peels the rubber sheath from Mandy's angry sex and exposes it to the full and fascinated view of the two she-males and the very pretty, sadistic tutor. Then, with a wild eyed, squealing Mandy looking on helplessly, Honey slips her soft lips over the top of Mandy's sex before taking its considerable length into her mouth.

Alice moans with helpless sissy pleasure and a terrible jealously as Honey begins to work her magic on Mandy, memories of her own "milking" flooding back.

Within seconds, poor Mandy's protests have been reduced to an angry sobbing. Then pain becomes a very obvious pleasure and the tethered, intricately humiliated baby sissy begins to release her own moans of helpless pleasure.

'Mandy is in a constant state of intense sexual arousal,' Miss Frame explains, 'and this can lead to significant noise. The milking is a very helpful way of controlling the noise, and all the baby carers are required to milk their charges at least twice a session. This will, of course, include you Alice. I understand Mistress Honey intends to have you instructed in oral skills this evening, so you can begin tomorrow.'

Miss Frame's words explode over Alice just as Mandy explodes into Honey's more than willing mouth. As the helpless, babified sissy fills Honey with thick come, a sense of shock and fear overwhelms Alice: she is to be made to suck cocks! Yet even as the horror of this floods across her mind, the sense of sexual excitement increases even further.

Honey gently detaches herself from Mandy's sex, making sure carefully to lick up any stray droplets of come as she does so. She then quickly replaces Mandy's still very hard cock in the sheath and the awful rubber tube. Then, she neatly tucks everything back inside the romper suit.

The baby maid has been profoundly silenced, her wide eyes glazed with sexual relief, shock and an awful pleasure.

'My, my,' Miss Frame says, 'she took to that rather better than I expected. I wonder if you can do as good tomorrow, Alice.'

The look on the lovely Novice's face produces a loud laugh from the stunning tutor. Miss Frame then quickly replaces Honey's fat, ribbed dummy gag and leads the two sissies towards the back of the room. Here the two babified she-males are led through a small doorway into yet another room. This one is actually larger than the nursery annex - a big, white walled work room. Set in one corner are three ironing boards. By each board is a pile of adult-sized baby clothing. At two of the boards trainee baby sissies struggle in outrageous costumes to iron elaborate sissy attire.

Poor Alice gasps into her gag with astonishment at the sight of the two "fully formed" baby sissies. Both are quite short for she-males, one maybe five foot six, the other even shorter. Both are dressed in beautiful, spectacular pink silk dresses, each with very fat, billowing, ultra puffed arms that lead down to intricately frilled sleeves. Buttoned into each puffed sleeve is a pink rubber, fingerless mitten covered in a pattern of silken red roses. The detail of the front of each dress is hidden by a snow white silk pinafore, edged with more lace and tied in place by silk ribbons secured in a very fat bow at the base of their backs. Across the chest area of each pinafore is lettering, cherry red, elegant lettering, spelling out the unfortunate's name. The sissy to the left is Mimi and the sissy to the right is Bambi. The dress itself is very short, designed like Alice's dress, to reach just below the waist to expose reams of frou-frou petticoating and a very evident pair of semi-transparent plastic panties, also bearing the baby maid's names, and revealing quite clearly the very large nappies tied in place beneath. Like Alice, they are wearing gorgeous, very sheer silk stockings, but these are pink and dotted with hundreds of tint silver stars that twinkle prettily in the electric light of the work room. On the baby's feet are ankle boots made from pink patent leather, with stunning five inch heels and strange, curving, ballet slipper-like fronts, which quite obviously distort the shape of the foot and clearly make walking very difficult. Indeed, any kind of leg movement is made virtually impossible by the fact that each baby maid is also wearing pink leather shackles around each ankle, which are secured to bolts built into the floor by the foot of the ironing boards.

Yet this is only a part of their elaborate dress torment; for each sissy is wearing a huge, spectacular pink and cherry bonnet made from silk and satin, and again elaborately edged with beautiful patterned lace. The top edges of each bonnet are layered with frilled hoops of silk, and each is tied in place with long lengths of wide pink silk ribboning secured under each sissy chin in a very fat, utterly humiliating bow.

Each face is china doll white, with pink rouged cheeks. Each mouth is covered by the wide, pink heart shaped plastic plate of a dummy gag, tied in place with more pink silk ribboning at the back of the baby maid's be-frilled neck. Each pair of eyes is strangely large and wide, and each is filled with tears and a terrible, very familiar hunger. Indeed, as they struggle with their ironing duties, each baby maid is wiggling desperately and moaning quite loudly into the no doubt long, fat and ribbed gags.

Yet even this spectacular display of sissification is not the end of the story for Mimi and Bambi. For both are labouring under a great and clearly burdensome weight: two very large and obviously deeply distracting breasts! At least forty inches in size, and stretching angrily against the pinafores that bare the sissies names, these breasts are magnificent and terrible, the final symbol of a life-long she-male bondage.

'Mimi and Bambi have been with us just over six months. They are in the latter part of their first period of training and are allowed out of their cots for 6 hours a day, between 10.00am and 4.00pm, in order to attend training sessions, further therapy and to carry out domestic chores. When Kika was handed over to Mistress Maria, they became the senior babies. Their mummies have been keen advocates of their babification. Indeed, Bambi is due to have further surgery to reduce the size of her sex at the end of this week. I understand she intends to employ Bambi's ex-girlfriend as a full-time nurse maid, and the young woman especially asked to make sure the silly sissy's willie was brought under the strictest control.'

The baby maid to the left, a hint of strawberry blonde ringlets peeking out of the top of her bonnet, raises her wide, angry, baby blue eyes to Miss Frame and shakes her head sadly, a pathetic sign of useless resistance.

'Bambi still has her wilful moments. That's why she's been placed permanently in a pin-lined punishment restrainer and had her dildo plugged arse greased with skin irritant. However, a double dose of the sex drug makes the experience of pain deeply ambivalent at the best of times.'

As the baby sissies continue to whimper and wiggle, Miss Frame leads Alice and Honey over to the third ironing board. Like the two other boards, a large plastic basket is placed at its side. The basket is filled with many pairs of different coloured plastic panties.

'We order adult sized plastic panties from a specialist adult baby service run by a friend of Mistress Angeline,' Miss Frame explains. 'These hundred arrived this morning. They need to be name tagged for use by the baby maids who are in periods 2 and 3 of their training, like Mimi and Bambi here. The tags are essentially transfers that are ironed onto the front of the panties. Alice will do this while Honey helps me prepare the afternoon meal. We'll be back in an hour, and I will expect all these to be done. If they are not, you will be punished.'

With this, Honey quickly secures a pair of pink leather shackles to Alice's hosed ankles, thus ensuring that she is unable to escape the ironing board.

The beautiful graduate then wiggle minces from the room behind the gorgeous Miss Frame, and poor Alice is left staring hungrily at the she-male's splendid legs and teasing bottom.

Once they have left, Alice leans down into the basket and retrieves a pair of the panties. In a small pile by the basket are the transfer patches. She also picks up one of these and carefully places both on the ironing board. She stares down at the patch and finds herself facing Bambi's name. She then turns to face the two baby sissies and finds them both staring desperately at her, their enlarged, doll eyes wide with need, anger and a pain streaked fear. She looks at them and sees a terrible, inescapable fate. She imagines their ultra-humiliating futures in the hands of determined, unforgiving women and feels something approaching pleasure. Yes, a strange, dark pleasure. A sadistic feeling, yet also, even deeper down, a masochistic one. Because she both enjoys their suffering and envies it. Staring into their tear soaked baby girl eyes, she realises how far she has fallen into the sado-masochistic whirlpool that powers this bizarre she-male academy.

While the baby maid's continue to whimper and moan, Alice sets to work, carefully ironing the transfer patches onto the panties. As she does so, she learns the names of the unfortunates sentenced to this weird nursery world: Bambi, Mimi, Mandy, Brandy, Prissy and April. This last name rings a loud bell in Alice's sissy mind. Hadn't she already encountered an April?

As she labours, she finds herself recalling the amazing events of the last few hours, particularly the incredible experience with the lovely, ultra-kinky Mistress Maria. Never in her young life had she experienced such an intense and overwhelming pleasure. To suckle at the black beauty's tremendous breasts had been both a profound privilege and a startling affirmation of her absolute sissification. To have made this incredible woman come, to listen to her whimpers of pleasure, had been a truly life changing experience. And now there was just the taste of her, transmitted by the sex juice smeared tip of the fat ribbed dummy so effectively filling her mouth. The nectar of Mistress Maria's sex, the sweet honey of her most intimate secret. In those few minutes, Alice had fallen helplessly in love: she would now be Mistress Maria's slave forever. And yet she knows that this was a very deliberate act, a quite cynical attempt to ensure her utter devotion to Mistress Maria's cause in the power plays of the Lacey Academy. Also, she knows this is only the first shot in what may well be a prolonged battle. As Mistress Angeline had warned and indeed demonstrated. Still to come was Aunt, now Mistress, Holly. And this thought makes poor Alice even more excited.

She has made her way maybe half way through the pile, her mind racing with terrible sex thoughts, the suffering of the condemned baby sissies ringing so erotically in her ears, when the door to the work room opens and the objects of so many of her recent musings enters: the glorious, incredible Mistress Maria. The moment she enters, the moans of the baby maids becomes more intense. She turns to see that that both of them are now even more wide-eyed, even more aroused, and quite utterly terrified.

'Don't mind them,' Mistress Maria purrs, staring straight at Alice. 'They know one of them has been selected for complete sex change. Frame let it slip this morning, quite deliberately I'm sure. We intend to make the announcement over supper, which for the baby maid's is at 3.30pm.'

Mistress Maria, still clad in the lovely white blouse and dark skirt, glides over to Alice, a warm, contented smile on her face. As she does so, poor Mimi and Brandy try to curtsey as sweetly as possible.

'There's no point sucking up to me here, girls. You know when that should be done. Anyway, the decision has been made and there's nothing any of you can do about it.'

As the baby maids whimper in fear, Mistress Maria leans forward and slips a long, brown finger under Alice's soft, painted chin, her blood red nail stroking the smooth, painted skin sadistically.

'I hope you enjoyed my little treat, Alice. Because I certainly did.'

Wide eyed, completely awe struck, Alice moans into her gag and stares down at Mistress Maria's more than ample, perfect bosom. Then she nods.

'Good. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to repeat the experience over the next twelve months.'

She then leans forward and kisses the amazed sissy on her left cheek, her strong, sensual perfume engulfing poor Alice in a cloud of overwhelming promise.

'I've put Kika in the sensory control cupboard in my private quarters for the rest of the work day,' she says, turning to face Bambi, 'and I've told Frame to bring you up to me after dinner. You and Kika will serve Rick and I this evening. Then you will spend the night with my pet.'

Poor Bambi's eyes widen in utter horror and she shakes her bonneted head furiously.

Mistress Maria just laughs. 'Kika and you were such good friends when she had a cock. It seems a shame to keep you apart now. If you're really good, I might even let you fuck her. Although as you'll be tied together in a rubber sack, this might be a bit of a challenge.'

As Bambi continues to angrily protest her fate, Mistress Maria turns back to Alice, unleashes a stunning, promising smile and then strolls from the room.

Accompanied by the sobbing of Bambi, a renewed Alice returns to work on the plastic panties, and by the time Miss Frame returns, without Honey, she has managed to complete the entire pile.

Miss Frame smiles at Alice. 'You learn quick, sissy. Well done. Now you'll help me feed the babies in the main nursery.'

After unshackling Alice, the beautiful, nervous she-male watches as the gorgeous, impressive tutor quickly frees Bambi, who is once again squealing fearfully into her dummy gag. With an equal speed, she then uses a stocking to bind Bambi's mittened wrists tightly behind her back. The strange, high heeled boots ensure that any subsequent movement poor Bambi makes is little more than a desperate totter, especially with her hands secured. Miss Frame frees and binds Mimi and then forces her and her baby sister to totter-mince out of the room. Alice follows Miss Frame. As the baby maids totter before her, Miss Frame grabs a long bamboo cane from a table by the door and applies a sudden, very hard cut to poor Mimi's left thigh.

'Giddy up!' the lovely tutor shouts as Mimi unleashes a squeal of pain and terror and nearly loses her already questionable balance.

Miss Frame's sadistic pleasure is reflected in the fire now burning in her beautiful eyes, her rapidly heaving breasts and her wide, cruel smile, a pleasure that Alice finds quite infectious.

Eventually the two baby maids, following by Miss Frame and Alice, are bullied through the annex (where poor Mandy is still bound and struggling in her cot) and into the main nursery area. Here they are confronted by Mistress Maria, Honey, and a row of five adult-sized high, white metal framed high chairs, three of which contain a baby sissy. The high chairs have been slotted into position by the rows of play pens, and there is now no sign of either Nancy or Lucy.

Miss Frame, aided by a determined Honey, force the squealing, wiggling and sobbing forms of Bambi and Mimi over to the two vacant high chairs. They then untie the two baby maids and haul them into the chairs, where, with the aid of strategically positioned pink leather shackles positioned around the chair's arms and legs, they are secured into place. Mobile plastic tables are then swivelled into place and the two helpless baby sissies are ready for their dinner.

As Bambi and Mimi are secured, Alice's attention turns towards the three other baby sissies strapped into their own humiliating high chairs. Almost immediately, she recognises April: the unfortunate victim of the Recycler, now reduced to the status of a baby sissy, dressed in a beautiful, ornate pink and cherry coloured dress, her deep, frou-frou-petticoating billowing out from beneath the plastic table top to reveal matching, suitably named plastic panties, delicate white stockings and another pair of the strange platform soled, high heeled boots. Tied around her neck is a wide, thick rubber bib, with her name printed across it in elegant cherry red lettering. Framing her pretty sissy head is another huge, spectacular bonnet and tied tightly into her mouth is another heart shaped dummy gag plate. Yet, unlike, the other baby maids, there is no sign of significant facial alteration. Her breasts are large, but not the huge size that seems to be the common fate of the baby sissies. Then it becomes clear: her naughtiness has led, over the last 24 hours, to her being sentenced to the baby sissy programme! Yet perhaps naughtiness is the wrong word: looking into her large, sky blue eyes, Alice sees a terrible, fundamental resistance, a will that will never accept this terrible sissy fate. There are no tears in April's eyes, only a fierce, unyielding anger. These eyes now meet Alice's, and in them she finds neither desire nor fear, but a very real and quite awful contempt.

'Yes, poor April.'

The voice of Mistress Maria pulls Alice from her unease.

'Sent to us by her mother six months ago. April's mummy is a leading light in the Tory party, and I'm afraid April, in her former male life, found out a little too much about mummy's friendship with a rather unsavoury Latin American family. When she threatened to spill the beans to the press…well, as you can see, a drastic solution was required. Unfortunately, April has proven incredibly wilful. We've all been amazed by her resistance to the sex drug, and even after the Novice surgical changes, she still fought us. So, after consulting mummy, we decided to try something different.'

Alice feels a momentary sickness grip her, a sudden, violent realisation that at the heart of this She-Male Academy there is an awful, inescapable prison, and that most of its sissy inmates have been kidnapped. But even as she realises this terrible truth, she finds herself, once again, sexually excited.

'Brandy and Prissy are more conventional baby maids,' Mistress Maria continues, as April eyes move to the other two tethered, babified sissies, both dressed almost exactly the same as April, yet, unlike April, both sobbing openly, wiggling uncontrollably, and very obviously in the hellish, unyielding grip of the sex drug. 'Both were sent here by their mummies to be fully babified. Brandy got a little bit too interested in her mummy's panties and Prissy was silly enough to have a little fling with his Aunt.'

Satisfied that all five are now properly secured, Miss Frame sends Honey over to Mistress Maria's wooden table to retrieve a silver tray loaded with five very large plastic baby bottles. She quickly returns and places the tray on a small metal table placed before the high chairs. Each bottle is filled with a thick pink liquid.

'The baby maids are on a permanent liquid diet by the end of their first three months, as their digestive systems are unable to deal very effectively with much else from that point onwards. The special feed we give them provides all the basic nutrients for a healthy existence. April is a special case and will be formally subject to the full initiation process that Mandy is now undergoing within the next 48 hours.'

Honey and Miss Frame take up a bottle of the pink liquid each and set about removing Bambi and Mimi's dummies. Perhaps surprisingly, rather than protest, the baby maids grab at the bottles' fat rubber teats with desperate, permanently painted lips and are soon sucking with a terrible desperation.

'The pain of hunger is something the baby maids never really get used to. Although the liquid will keep them healthy, it never really fills their stomachs. Indeed, the few minutes comfort they get from the bottle is quickly destroyed by the fact that they have at least 5 involuntary bowels movements every day.'

With this last piece of shattering information, Mistress Maria guides Alice to the metal table, then tells her to take up one of the remaining bottles.

'You will feed Prissy and Brandy. I will feed April.'

Alice nervously takes up a bottle and turns to face Prissy, a very pretty, medium sized strawberry blonde, with particularly shapely legs, the standard extra large breasts straining at the fabric of the dress and pinafore and big, blue doll's eyes filled with desperate sex need and fundamental food hunger.

As Alice draws closer to the tethered baby maid, Prissy begins to squeal furiously. Alice carefully leans forward and, with her free hand, loosens the ribbon bow at the back of her neck tying the fat dummy gag in place. Yet the dummy does not, as expected, fall from her mouth once the ribbon is loose.

'The plates are covered in an adhesive similar to the type use for masking tape," Miss Frame explains. 'You'll need to pull it free.'

And so gently, fearfully, the lovely Novice obeys, pulling the plastic plate and the long, ribbed rubber teat from Prissy's helpless pouting mouth.

And as it finally falls away, Prissy releases a strange, very high pitched, lisping sound, which Alice quickly realises is "pweese" or "please".

Alice slots the teat into poor Prissy's gasping mouth and she begins to suck with a frightening desperation.

Within a few minutes, all the baby sissies have finished their bottles, Brandy the last to suck her bottle dry under the curious and aroused eyes of Alice. As soon as all the bottles are emptied, each dummy gag is quickly replaced to ensure that any protest other than babified squeals of despair and anger are very effectively prevented.

The emptied bottles are then placed back on the tray and the gorgeous, clearly amused and aroused Mistress Maria addresses the moaning, wiggling baby maids.

'As you know, we have decided to pass one of you onto the surgeons for full sex change and, unusually, a partial lobotomy. This is the severest punishment open to us and has been agreed in full consultation with the relevant baby sissy's mother. Obviously there has been concern regarding who will suffer this rare fate, and I have decided to relieve your worries by informing you that April will be subject to the various transformative procedures over the next 48 hours.'

The looks of almost erotic relief in the eyes in four of the baby maids is matched only by the renewed and even more furious struggling and squealing from poor April. Tears of utter terror and horror pour from her wide, very pretty eyes and the squeals hide a blind fury at this latest outrage. Yet even as she struggles with all her might, it is clear that some strange force is beginning to subdue her babified form, and as she very reluctantly begins to quieten, Mistress Maria steps closer to her.

'The bottle of formula was laced with a powerful sedative and you will be unconscious in a few moments,' she whispers, the pleasure in her dark eyes a terrible sadistic warning to the rest of the baby maids. 'Then you will be taken to the surgical rooms and prepared for full transformative surgery, including breast enhancement, facial reorientation, and sex change. Your mummy has insisted that your new sex be fully functional and thus ultra sensitive to stimulation. This will make the procedure a little more complex, but everything should be completed in 24 hours. Then you will undergo a minor brain operation to inhibit your sense of self, which is clearly very powerful. You will remain fully conscious of your condition and in more or less control of your mental faculties. However, you will be much more passive and more prone to our educational techniques.'

As Mistress Maria details April's terrible fate, the poor sissy begins to loose consciousness and her struggles quickly cease. As her still anger and terror streaked eyes close, Mistress Maria whispers a cruel "sweet dreams".

As soon as poor April has passed out, Honey and Miss Frame begin to release the other baby maids.

'Get a Graduate to take Brandy to my quarters once the others are tucked in,' the black beauty instructs. She then turns to Alice.

'I hope this was instructional, Alice. I will expect you back here at 2.00pm sharp tomorrow afternoon.'

There is a moment of terrible, erotic silence, a moment during which a deeply sensual signal is sent from Mistress Maria's lovely eyes deep into Alice's sissy heart, a moment during which it is made quite clear that tomorrow at 2.00pm, she will again find herself suckling hungrily on this divine woman's ample, perfect breasts in a state of almost unbearable pleasure.

Alice curtsies deeply, making sure to show her be-frilled panties and stocking tops to full affect. Mistress Maria's smile widens, then she quietly leaves the nursery.

Alice then finds herself watching helplessly as the four remaining baby sissies are released from the high chairs, rebound and then led back to the annex, where she knows at least three will be secured tightly in the cots for a long and teasing night of sensual baby bondage. As they wiggle and moan, Honey makes a point of slapping Brandy's stockinged thighs very hard and holding her back. The poor baby maid squeals and tries to fight off Honey's aggressive attentions. Miss Frame then takes the sexy, tormented baby maid away from the suddenly very animated Graduate.

'You see to the others, Honey. I'll deal with Brandy.'

Honey curtsies and disappears into the annex. Miss Frame then leads a sobbing Brandy over to Alice.

'Brandy and Honey were very good friends…once. Brandy was trained by Honey. But then there was the little indiscretion with Kika, which got Mistress Maria into a lot of trouble. Brandy was undoubtedly led astray by Kika and Mistress Holly's agents, but she was still lucky to survive with her cock and balls intact. Anyway, Honey obviously felt very betrayed and has been somewhat harsh on poor Brandy ever since. And of course, even though Brandy still has her sex, Mistress Maria never loses an opportunity to punish the poor baby.'

Alice stares at Brandy's wide, terrified eyes and feels her own tightly restrained sex push even harder against its ingenious and quite wicked layers of teasing restraint. Brandy is a particularly buxom sissy, will long, elegant legs wrapped in white stockings and the fiendish hobble boots, but the most striking part of her is, without doubt , her huge, heavy boobs.

'As I mentioned earlier, Brandy was already taken by feminine scanties long before she was sent here. Her poor mother caught her fully dressed in mummy's Sunday best one school holiday afternoon. Luckily she was quite friendly with a close acquaintance of Miss Blunt and quickly arranged for her immediate transfer onto the baby maid programme. Mummy visits ever weekend, and has constructed a rather elaborate underground nursery at her home for when Brandy graduates. I understand she and Brandy's grandmother plan to start up an internet company specialising in adult baby wear and to use Brandy as a model.'

Tears of humiliation trickle down poor Brandy's china white cheeks as Miss Frame sadistically details the sissy maid's fate, each word increasing Alice's already intense sexual excitement.

Eventually Honey returns from the annex and, under Miss Frame's instruction, leads a whimpering, wiggling Brandy from the nursery, smacking her thighs soundly all the way down the pathway between the playpens.

As Brandy and Honey leave the nursery, two new mistresses enter, both dressed in very striking white rubber dresses, white nylon tights and white patent leather court shoes, their hair tied in tight buns. One is a striking redhead, well over six feet tall, with the figure of a true Amazon. She is pushing an empty wheelchair. The other is a gorgeous negress, whose flawless light brown features offer a striking contrast to her white attire.

The two women march up to the highchair where poor April is now slumped unconscious.

'Doctors from the surgical section,' Miss Frame explains. 'The black lady is Mistress Maria's niece, Sybil. A particularly striking woman who specialises in sex change surgery.'

Miss Frame's voice is shot through with something more than admiration, and it quickly becomes apparent that she is deeply attracted to the dusky medic.

Alice watches with a terrified, aching sex curiosity as the two women unbuckle April's intricately babified body and then lower it into the wheelchair. The poor baby sissy is then quickly wheeled from the room to her terrible fate.

'It's time for you to return to your room, Alice. Follow me.'

Alice sweetly curtsies her understanding of the tutor's command. Miss Frame then quickly ties the Novice's delicately mittened hands tightly behind her back with a length of black rubber coated cord taken from a pocket in her skirt. Alice fells a now very familiar sense of giddy pleasure at this bondage and moans helplessly into her fat dummy gag. She is then instructed to follow the striking, very impressive tutor from the room, her eyes flitting desperately between Miss Frame's perfectly shaped, wiggling backside tightly encased by the cotton material of the simple black skirt and the exactly straight seams of the sheer black nylon stockings that so sensually cover her long, perfectly shaped legs.

*

Miss Frame takes Alice to her room, opens the door and orders her to enter.

'Sit on the bed and wait for Honey. She should be back in a few minutes.'

Alice enters the room and the door is closed and locked behind her. As the lock clicks shut, a gasp of pleasurable surprise slips from her dummy filled mouth, for already sitting on the bed is Nancy. Once again dressed in her lovely Novice's uniform, she is sitting upright, her arms lashed behind her back with cord at the wrists and elbows, her hosed legs bound with more cord at her knees and ankles. A strip of very thick wide, pink coloured masking tape has been spread over her sissy lips, and her bulging cheeks betray a fat panty gag. Her eyes are wide with sex hunger and she is squirming with a furious, unforgiving pleasure that only increases as she beholds the splendid, erotic form of the lovely, doe eyed Alice.

She squeals a desperate welcome into her gag and Alice minces over to her side. The two gorgeous sissies then behold each other with a terrible, bottomless longing.

Alice wants so desperately to apologise for the torments inflicted on Nancy earlier in the afternoon, but there is no sign at all of any anger in Nancy's pretty eyes. Indeed, all Alice can see in these large, sensual orbs is desire and adoration, and she moans her own desperate love into the dummy gag before carefully sitting down close to Nancy's side. And as soon as Alice is comfortable, Nancy snuggles up even closer to her; and for nearly half an hour, the two sexy sissies revel in their elegant, perfect she male bondage, whispering gagged love sonnets to each other, a strange, high pitched song of endless and irresistible sissy need that is also the purest confession of their joint acceptance of this strange feminised fate, an acceptance that is slowly turning into an addiction.

Sitting so closely together, they contemplate the bizarre events of the afternoon. Alice tries to form some coherent picture of the strange events that have befallen them. There is an ongoing power struggle between the senior mistresses of the School and many of the sissies are little more than pretty pawns in a particularly kinky game of dominatrix chess. It is clear that the women will go to any lengths to exploit the sissies in this game, including robbing them of their biological sex and their minds. The terrible fates of Kika and April stand as an awful testimony to this fact. And what is even more frightening is that Alice herself is now being drawn into the centre of this struggle. Tempted by the delights of Mistress Maria, a woman who she is now quite infatuated with, a woman of incredible beauty and a truly terrifying ruthlessness, she has been well and truly associated with the black queen's wicked cause. And soon, that very evening, she will be tested by the white queen, her own stunningly beautiful and equally cruel Aunt, now very much Mistress Holly. And then there is Mistress Angeline, the gorgeous, shark eyed dictator of this perverse, erotic academy. What plans had she to use Alice?

Eventually the door to the room opens and Honey and Pansy enter, both now glad in their spectacular black Novice uniforms, both mincing on the highest of heels with a renewed sissy precision, both, from the looks in their pretty eyes, recently subject to a very powerful dose of the sex drug.

'My, my, we can't leave them alone for a second,' Honey teases. 'It's a good idea you tied Nancy up or she would have ravished poor Alice.'

Pansy laughs. 'Oh, she practically begged me to stuff another pair of my soiled panties in her mouth once she and Lucy and were pulled apart. She was so turned on by it all that I had to milk her twice before I could get out of the room.'

Nancy moans softly into her gag as Pansy stands before her.

'You really are a horny little slut, aren't you,' the Graduate whispers to her charge, her eyes betraying her own arousal and very powerful attraction. Nancy nods slowly and looks away from Pansy's excited gaze shyly.

Honey meanwhile has helped Alice to her heeled feet and is leading her towards the bathroom.

'I need to get Alice showered and dressed for tonight,' she says. 'We'll leave you two to play for a while.'

Pansy smiles. 'Ok. I think little Miss Horny here needs a very sound spanking to remind her who's boss, so take your time.'

As Nancy's pretty eyes widen with an even greater sexual excitement, Alice is led back into the bathroom. Here she is quickly untied and stripped down to her re-strainer by Honey.

'I want you thoroughly washed and dried within fifteen minutes. Report back to me in the bedroom as soon as you are done.'

Alice curtsies as sweetly as possible and Honey smiles softly. A silk gloved hand then gently caresses the Novice's desperately hard, nylon sheathed and metal ringed cock and a huge moan of pleasure explodes from her sissy mouth.

'Don't worry, my pretty, they'll be plenty of time for us to play.'

Honey then gathers up the baby maid attire and wiggle minces from the room, leaving poor Alice gasping with frustrated desire.

She then steps under the shower and, using heavily scented soap, begins to wash her silky smooth body, her sex wrapped mind trying once again struggling to make sense of this stranger than strange day, her sex protesting angrily and helpless in its fiendish and so erotic restraint.

She carefully washes the make up from her face, then delicately soaps her thick sissy hair. As she does so, she finds herself once again thinking of Mistress Maria and her beautiful, plump breasts, of their sweet taste and perfect form. She also recalls Honey's soft lips entrapping poor Mandy's engorged sex and contemplates her own forthcoming initiation into the strange pleasure of administering oral relief. Then there is Nancy, sweet sissy Nancy, whose fragile gaze betrays a fierce love.

In a state of considerable arousal, Alice eventually steps from the shower and carefully dries herself using a huge, scented pink towel, drying her smooth sissy skin and the soaked nylon of the re-strainer. Then, with the towel wrapped modestly around her waste, she returns to the bedroom.

Poor Nancy is still trussed and gagged on the bed, but her tear filled eyes betray the simple fact of Pansy's no doubt very hard spanking, tears which barely disguise the awful pleasure the spanking has given her, tears in eyes that widen with helpless need at the sight of Alice.

'Come over here immediately,' Honey snaps.

The gorgeous she-male curtsies and minces over to the dressing table, where Honey and Pansy are standing.

'Remove the towel,' Pansy snaps, but Honey pulls it away before she has a chance to obey.

She is then forced down onto the pink leather backed stool and, over twenty delightful minutes, transformed back into the simpering, angel eyed beauty that is Alice. Pansy and Honey are truly expert feminisers, and it is not long before make up and hairstyling hasvecreated a familiar and quite stunning vision of absolute sissidom.

And once the Novice make up is complete, Alice is helped back to her feet and led over to the bed.

Here, besides a moaning, struggling Nancy, is a new and even more bizarre sissy costume: a pink body stocking made from a very fine latex rubber, with a lace frilled hole positioned exactly at the point of the sex. Besides the body stocking is a white and very tiny G-string made from the same fine rubber, and a matching rubber mini-corset.

Pansy takes the body stocking from the bed and quickly begins to guide it up over Alice's long, elegant legs, her stiff sex and then her torso. Honey helps the Novice slip her hands and arms into the sleeves (complete with fingerless glove attachments), and then it is pulled gently into place around her slender, pale rose neck.

Then, a moment of exquisite torture: satisfied that the body stocking has been properly positioned, Honey suddenly slips a long, blood red nailed hand into the frilled hole between Alice's legs and very carefully pulls through it the Novice's rock hard, nylon sheathed sex, inspiring much pleasurable moaning and wiggling. And not only does she pull out the highly aroused cock, but also the nylon wrapped and bulging balls. A tightly rubberised and furiously excited Alice stares down at this strange spectacle: her rigid, desperate sex, sheathed in black nylon, fitted with metal cock rings, rising up from between her legs like the thick stem of some exotic sex flower.

Yet this is not the end of the strangeness of the costume. For where there should be tight, smooth rubber stretched across Alice's pert, perfect she-male buttocks, there is only two further circular openings, each of which exposes a lovely, pretty pink buttock to public view and attention!

After studying the impact of the outfit with deeply aroused eyes, Honey then proceeds to take up the white G-string and help the dazed, sex addled she-male step into it. The wider front piece of the G-string very effectively slips over her struggling, tormented sex and pulls it flat against her rubberised stomach, while the thin gusset slips deep between her buttocks and presses against the tip of the still teasing anal plug.

The G string is quickly followed by the rubber mini corset, which is tied very tightly in place around Alice's already slender torso with powerful silk laces in a series of tiny bows that eventually run down its gleaming, smooth back panel.

'Simply wonderful,' Pansy whispers, her eyes feasting on the Novice's boyish, yet intensely feminine and beautiful rubberised form, a sentiment shared by the lovely Nancy, who is now wiggling helplessly in her tight, sensual bondage once again and moaning desperately into her fat, pungent panty gag, her eyes filled with a terrible, merciless desire.

Yet this particular dressing is not yet over. For as soon as the mini-corset is laced into place, Honey quickly minces delicately over to the dressing table and retrieves a pink plastic box. From inside she teasingly pulls a large pink rubber ball gag attached to white rubber straps, which she proceeds to force it deep into Alice's more than willing mouth and buckle it very tightly in place. And if this wasn't enough, she then pulls a pair of very high heeled, pink patent leather court shoes from beneath the bed and helps a now furiously aroused Alice to step into them before quickly securing her arms behind her back at her wrists with a length of pink rubber coated cording.

She then steps back and admires the strange, bound beauty standing before her, who is now moaning very softly with pleasure into the fat, mouth stretching gag.

'Perfect,' she whispers, her lovely eyes filled with sadistic passion. 'I'm sure Mistress Holly will be pleased.'

Honey's eyes widen at the mention of her Aunt. Yes: this evening she will entertain Mistress Holly. A vision of Petal enters her mind and another, perhaps louder moan of pleasure slips past the expert gag.

Honey then guides Alice over to the wiggling, furiously sexy Nancy .

'I'm afraid Alice must serve Mistress Holly this evening, Nancy,' Honey teases. 'But don't worry, Lucy will be coming along soon to share your bed. Also, Pansy and I have decided to start your oral training this evening, so you'll have plenty to keep that pretty sissy mouth of yours occupied.'

Nancy and Alice then exchange the briefest of looks. In their beautiful, sissy eyes there is a mutual and very powerful attraction and a real, almost painful love. Suddenly Alice is both elated and angry – elated by her feelings for this gorgeous, petite, so sweetly shy sissy, and angry because of the jealousy inspired by Lucy's impending arrival. But she is soon too busy trying to totter after the stunning Honey to concentrate on the lovely Nancy. Indeed, within a few minutes she has been led from the room, back down the corridor and into the strange, oval dining room. And it is here that she encounters a new, shocking and exciting surprise.

As she minces into the room in the strange, provocative costume, she is presented with another gathering of sissies, virtually all of whom turn to examine her. Alice feels a strange, erotic pride in the looks of sex hunger that greet her appearance. Juniors and Graduates alike betray their sex drug fuelled need and also the special power that Alice seems to possess. She remembers the words of Mistress Maria and Mistress Angeline and feels a deep pleasure in her so feminine and sissy being.

She is guided to an empty table by Honey, untied and told to sit down. The cool plastic of the chair comes as a surprise to her beautifully exposed buttocks and she squeaks girlishly into the fat ball gag so erotically expanding and filling her soft sissy mouth.

She cannot help but look around the large dining room, her eyes quickly meeting many others, all filled with the intense, erotic glaze of the sex drug, many familiar, all beautiful and desperate.

Yet it is what lies beyond the tables filled with tormented sissies that quickly grabs her attention: the terrible, evil Recycler, the device that had only yesterday imprisoned the soon to be completely transformed April. Yet even the device alone isn't the true object of her now astonished gaze, for strapped tightly into it is a wiggling, squealing, utterly horrified Pippa! Dressed in the sweet yellow baby clothes that seem to be the standard punishment costume for the device, the tall, very beautiful she-male is clearly suffering a terrible humiliation. Tears flood from her eyes as the semi-transparent liquid that is essentially her own sterilised waste materials, is pumped back into her mouth. This is her punishment for carrying out the vengeful instructions of Miss Wilding. This is a simple expression of Mistress Angeline's power. And as Alice beholds the strangely erotic spectacle of Pippa's dreadful suffering, she realises that this is also a warning to all the sissies, a warning that can be best expressed as "Alice is mine – beware". And this is why the looks of so many of her fellow sissies are tinged with what can only best be described as genuine fear.

Honey returns and places a bowl of the familiar sissy food before the amazed, disturbed and very aroused Novice. She then quickly removes the ball gag.

"Eat your fill, Alice. You have a long night ahead of you."

Honey notices Alice staring at Pippa and laughs. 'She's here for the night, and probably a lot of tomorrow. A little warning to the sissies, and also to the mistresses and tutors. Mistress Maria has lost this battle, but, judging by the way you've taken to her, I suspect she's won another."

Blushing at this teasing statement of the obvious, the delicate, gorgeous sissy begins to eat her dinner.

*

Following the sex drug laced meal of sissy mush and a glass of the strange milk shake like vitamin supplement, Alice retied and gagged, is led from the dining room and back down the long corridor that bisects the underground teaching and accommodation facilities of Miss Lacey's Academy for Young Ladies, her mind still filled with teasing images of poor Pippa's suffering, Nancy's pleading eyes and Honey's expert milking of helpless, babified Mandy.

By the time they reach the elevator, Alice is once again in the midst of a violent sex drug rush and as she is transported up to the ground floor of the academy her moans of arousal and need inspire a slow caress of her exposed backside by the gorgeous Honey.

'Never mind, babikins,' Honey whispers, her voice an electric sex toy, her silk gloved hand a terrible weapon of desire, 'I'm sure Petal will help relieve your suffering.'

Poor Alice continues her helpless sex whimpering all the way from the elevator, across the hallway and then up the long, winding staircase that leads to the mistresses quarters. And by the time they mince up to the tall wooden doors of Mistress Holly's rooms, Alice realises she has quite deliberately been given a particularly powerful dose of the sex drug.

Honey knocks gently on the door and faces Alice, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling with mischievous desire.

'Don't worry, sweetness, I'll give Nancy your love.'

She then pecks the lovely novice on her gag inflated cheek with her strawberry lips and quickly minces off on her long, black stockinged legs down the corridor.

Then, quite suddenly, the two doors swing open, and Alice finds herself facing Mistress Holly.

'Bang on time,' her stunningly beautiful Aunt announces, a deceptively warm smile lighting up a perfect face. 'Come in.'

Alice wiggles into the room, fighting the need to moan her appreciation of the glorious spectacle that is Mistress Holly.

This evening she is dressed in a very short black dress made from the same fine rubber as Alice's latest teasing sissy costume. The dress appears painted onto her gorgeous, perfect body, revealing in awesome detail the impressive contours of her elegant, sensual form. Her long, elegant legs are sheathed in the sheerest of black nylon hose, and her feet rest in five inch heeled, black patent leather court shoes which sparkle cruelly in the bright electric light of the room.

Her hair has been tied very tightly in a stern, school teacher bun, and her muscular, tanned arms are wrapped in matching rubber gloves that reach well past her elbows.

She is, once again, a vision of startling female power.

The room itself is very large, a living and dining room carefully decorated in a very modern, precise style. On the pale rose coloured walls are a number of arresting paintings, each portraying a woman or a number of women, all intensely erotic, all with a very clear, and often graphic lesbian theme. In the centre of the room is a large circular table laden with the remnants of an early evening meal, plus two freshly emptied bottles of wine. And, to Alice's surprise, sitting at the table is Miss Blunt, the lovely, plump, hazel eyed beauty tutor.

'She's even lovelier in rubber,' Miss Blunt purrs, her large, dark eyes betraying a distinct wine high, her voice deep and sensually hoarse, cut through with desire and the early stages of drunkenness.

She is dressed in a very simple, semi-transparent white silk blouse, its high neck adorned with a band of beautiful white pearls, plus a long black skirt, open toed high heeled mules of black patent leather, and, as evidenced by surprisingly slender ankles, black nylon hose. And unlike Mistress Holly, she is wearing her thick, dark brown hair in a loose, relaxed style.

'Yes,' Mistress Holly replies, 'a friend of mine at one of the leading fetish wear companies came up with the costumes, and my dress. They say all that needs to be said.'

Miss Blunt laughs and takes up her empty glass, staring down at it as if suddenly discovering the death of a loved one.

'We need more wine,' she slurs, suddenly banging the table with her freehand. 'More wine!'

As Alice totters to a halt a few feet from the table, the gorgeous figure of Petal emerges from a side room. She is carrying a small silver tray bearing another bottle of expensive French white wine. The lovely, nervous Novice gasps into her fat ball gag at the sight of the Junior, for Petal is dressed in exactly the same rubber costume as herself, yet she is not wearing the protective G-string. Indeed, her costume, which is coloured Junior red, exposes its true, humiliating power to a terrible and highly erotic effect. For rising through the be-frilled hole positioned between her long, statuesque legs is an impressively large male sex tightly sheathed in sheer black nylon. And even more startling, around the head of her sex is a cock ring fitted with a series of tiny bells of the type that one might find in a bird's cage! This means that as she minces forward, her very hard sex bouncing before her, she is tormented and accompanied by the dainty ringing of bells! Yet even this isn't the end of her torments, for between her buttocks has been positioned the fluffy bob tale of a rabbit and fixed to her beautifully styled hair, which is tied in a bun, are two "bunny girl" style ears!

Like Alice, Petal is fitted with a tight, very large ball gag, hers of the same red as the sexy rubber costume. The costume also very effectively displays the Junior's very considerable breasts. Indeed, her rock hard nipples her very clearly visible through the tight, sheer rubber costume, and as Alice feasts her eyes on these bouncing, perfectly shaped and tightly rubberised orbs, she is momentarily overwhelmed by a fierce envy.

Then their eyes meet and a dizzying mutual need is quickly recognised. There is no doubt that Petal is the most beautiful of all the she-males that Alice has so far encountered. Even the strange spectacle of her long, stiff cock is deeply attractive to the aroused Novice. Indeed, as it bounces so provocatively in its sexy nylon restrainer, poor Alice finds it very difficult to avoid gazing at it with a deeply erotic intent.

Petal minces to the table and places the tray by Miss Blunt. As a reward, the buxom beauty slaps Petal's exposed buttocks with some passion and the she-male squeals helplessly into her gag, then spins on her heels to reveal two beautifully shaped buttocks criss-crossed with long red welts.

'Come here, Alice,' Mistress Holly orders, her razor edged voice dragging the shocked sissy's eyes away from this evidence of torments to come.

Alice minces up to Mistress Holly and curtsies deeply.

'I hear you've had a very eventful first day,' she says, her own dark brown eyes borrowing into Alice's sissy soul. 'I also hear you've been making lots of friends, plus an enemy or two. I'm afraid Miss Wilding is very upset about poor Pippa. A rather delicate situation, thanks to Angeline's intervention, but no doubt Maria has promised her a suitable revenge.'

Alice stares up at her aunt with concerned, fearful eyes.

'Oh don't worry, my dear, nothing will happen to you. But an eye for an eye, and all that. I suspect one of my sissies will soon be paying the price.'

As Alice contemplates her Aunt's words, Mistress Holly steps forward and loosens one of the straps holding the G-string in place. It quickly falls away, exposing her stockinged, ringed sex to full, humiliating view.

Miss Blunt, a glass of Chablis inches from her blood red lips, gasps with delighted surprise. 'Good grief, what a whopper!'

Mistress Holly laughs and nods sagely. 'Yes, she's got her father's dick.'

Poor Alice blushes furiously and stares sadly down at her large, tumescent sex, the final symbol of her desire and her new, so erotic slavery.

Then Mistress Holly leans forward and very quickly unclips the metal cock ring, producing a predictable squeal of pleasure from the lovely sissy. She returns to the table and takes a small silver coloured metal box from besides one of the empty bottles. Returning to Alice, she opens the box and takes from within a belled cock ring exactly the same as the one that is so teasingly secured around the head of Petal's not inconsiderable sex.

Snapping it into place, she cannot resist gently stroking Alice's nylon sheered and bulging balls and deliberately inspiring a further squeal of intense pleasure, her alcohol glazing eyes confessing her own sexual need.

'Come here, Petal,' she orders.

Petal wiggle minces over towards Alice, her breasts and sex bouncing, the sound of gently tinkling bells filling the room. She draws to an elegant halt before Mistress Holly and delivers a deep, sweet curtsey, her wide, sex soaked eyes never leaving Alice.

'Isn't Alice beautiful?' Mistress Holly whispers.

Petal nods enthusiastically.

'Yes, she really is lovely,' the stunning mistress continues. 'Would you like to see her caned?'

Again, and to Alice's horror, an eager nod.

'Good. But also bad, because I think you should be caned together.'

A speck of genuine fear crosses Petal's eyes, but then the sex madness returns and she curtsies her understanding.

Miss Blunt has already risen from her chair and walked over to a table placed in the corner of the room. From it she takes a long, classic bamboo cane and returns to the now wide eyed, quivering sissies, her own eyes filled with sadistic pleasure.

'Six of the best I think,' Mistress Holly whispers to a smiling Miss Blunt.

Mistress Holly then grabs Petal's arms and forces them behind her back. From a pocket in her long, dark skirt, Miss Blunt takes a length of rubber coated cording and passes it to Mistress Holly, who then proceeds to bind Petal's wrists tightly together.

As she tightens the knot, the lovely sissy's ample, rubber sheathed breasts are forced forward and a deep moan of masochistic pleasure escapes her tightly gagged mouth.

But before the caning begins, there is a final touch of sadistic ingenuity. Having secured Petal, Mistress Holly returns to the dining table and takes from it a disturbing familiar set of pink rubber shackles joined together by a short length of silver chain. As she walks back towards Alice, a cruel smile igniting her beautiful face, the trembling sissy remembers how she and Nancy had been joined so intimately together the night before and feels her cock stretch against its nylon imprisonment. And as she stiffens, the silver band of bells secured around the top of her sex releases a peel of tiny rings and the two gorgeous women burst into laughter.

'Very good, Alice,' Mistress Holly teases, 'the bells will betray you every time. Now hold still while we bring you two little minxes closer together.

With Miss Blunt's assistance, Mistress Holly then quickly slips the rubber shackles over the sissies straining, painfully stiff sexes and bulging testicles, before guiding them tightly into place around each scrotal area, a torment accompanied by many well gagged squeals and the continuing ringing of tiny bells.

Once the shackles are in place, the two sissies find themselves pulled very close together by the silver chain, which is only six inches long. Indeed, their hard, wobbling, nylon wrapped sexes are soon rubbing together quite uncontrollably, and the result is a terrible but utterly pleasurable sexual excitement, which is made even more enjoyable by the fact that Petal's large rubberised breasts are now pressing quite hard against Alice's chest.

As the sissies totter desperately before each other, their eyes lock together. A dreadful, animal passion is revealed, an utter, mindless confession of fierce mutual attraction born in the heat of a bottomless sissy masochism.

Yet this masochism is sorely tested when Miss Blunt applies a hard, stinging cut of the cane to poor Alice's delightfully exposed buttocks. A sudden molten flash of pain explodes before Alice's wide, shocked eyes and she unleashes an ultra high pitched squeal of agony into the fat ball gag. Instinctively, she tries to pull away from the pain, but only succeeds in dragging poor Petal towards her and the two of them very nearly lose their already precarious balance accompanied by the frantic tingling of sissy bells.

Mistress Holly finds this highly entertaining and her sadistic laughter mixes with the continued squeals of pain and terror as Miss Blunt continues to thrash the very unfortunate and sexy she-male.

Luckily, Miss Blunt does not hesitate in her application of the cane and the six cuts are administered in an impressively short order that leaves poor Alice sobbing into her fat gag, wiggling angrily as the pain floods across her rubberised form and dragging a paradoxically aroused Petal half way around the room in the process, all of which is bathed in a symphony of tiny bells.

Eventually, Mistress Holly grabs Alice by the shoulder and steadies her.

'That's for thinking you're beyond reproach,' she hisses, her alcohol breath smashing angrily into Alice's pretty, tear stained face.

The two sissies are then left in a corner of the room, while Miss Blunt and Mistress Holly return to the table to freshen their glasses.

Despite the terrible, stinging pain of the caning, Alice's sex is still rock hard and brushing continually (and in a high erotic manner) against Petal's equally excited member, each brush a distinctly musical event. Through a haze of tears, the gorgeous, distressed Novice cannot avoid staring hungrily at the stunning, highly aroused Petal, whose own eyes are filled to bursting point with a deep, angry desire. They are both lost in the dark, endless forest of masochistic desire, a place where the boundary between pain and pleasure has been hidden beneath a thick layer of terrible physical need.

As Petal's hard nipples push into Alice's rubberised chest, the terrible heat in the Novice's buttocks begins to change. As with previous spankings, the fire induced by the beating slowly mutates into a strange, disturbingly pleasurable warmth which gradually travels between her legs and up into her sex, a warmth that soon increases the level of already considerable sexual excitement her sissy slavery is inspiring.

After a few more minutes, Mistress Holly returns to the wiggling, moaning she-males and guides them back towards the table. Here, Miss Blunt produces another surprise: a new rubber phallus, this one much longer than the one already nestling in Alice's backside, and which is topped off with a bunny bob tale exactly the same as the one protruding from Petal's backside!

Before she can even ponder what is about to happen, Mistress Holly pushes Alice forward and forces her legs apart. This causes Alice to drag poor Petal down towards her, and the two only avoid falling over because Miss Blunt steps forward and holds Petal back against the table, pulling a wobbling Alice forward on top of her, so that her face is resting firmly between the gorgeous Junior's large, soft, rubber encased breasts.

As she moans with a terrible pleasure into her fat ball gag, Alice feels hands manipulating her backside. Her buttocks are forced apart and then a hand reaches deep into her arse. Then, very gently, the anal plug filling her backside is pulled free, an intensely arousing experience that produces a very loud squeal of helpless joy and an even louder laugh from Miss Blunt.

No sooner has the plug been pulled free, than a finger has replaced it, a finger covered in a cool, thick gel, which proceeds to line the walls of her anus and inspire yet more squeals of delight. Then the finger is pulled free and the tip of what Alice knows is the new, much larger phallus is pushed firmly between her buttocks.

The next few minutes are agony and ecstasy; as the much thicker, longer phallus is worked deep into Alice's still quite tight, sissy anus, she squeals with a terrible sexual torment, feeling as if she is being split in two, and pushes her face even deeper into Petal's gorgeous, welcoming breasts. The Junior squeals her own pleasure and her steely, nylon wrapped, belled cock pushes lovingly against her sissy sister's rubber coated stomach.

Eventually, the phallus is rammed home with a fierce final shove and even higher pitched squeal. Stunned, appalled, elated, Alice is pulled back to her high heeled feet and Petal is dragged from the table.

'I'm impressed,' Mistress Holly announces. 'I didn't think you'd be able to take all of it at your stage in the training. You really are a special little sissy, Alice. And I'm sure your mummy would be very proud if she knew how well you were doing. She's already told me how keen she is for you to be properly plugged and restrained at all times. She can't wait to see you at the weekend.'

The two sissies are then made to stand to attention, their sexes banging together as they pant desperately into their fat gags and totter prettily on their ultra high heels.

Miss Blunt then steps forward armed with a strange looking metal box, at the centre of which is a large red plastic button. As Mistress Holly fits a pair of bunny girl ears to poor Alice's pretty sissy head, the lovely, buxom tutor explains how the box works.

'The rubber cocks are remote controlled vibrators. A very useful training tool for sissies, as you are about to find out.'

Alice and Petal stare at each other with surprise and excitement as Miss Blunt pushes the button. At first there is just the slightest hint of a vibration deep in their arses. But this soon progresses to a significant level of highly stimulating movement, and within a few minutes the poor sissies are experiencing a truly phenomenal sexual stimulation and responding with desperate wiggles of sexual joy. A wild ballet of squealing, tottering and bell ringing follows, and soon the two sissies are helplessly dragging each other around the room, their cocks clashes erotically, much to the loud and sadistic amusement of their two very beautiful mistresses.

They are left in this terrible, ultra sexed state for the next twenty odd minutes. The mistresses retire to the table and set about finishing the bottle of wine, periodically mocking their lovely sissy victims, but both very clearly aroused by this bizarre, cruel spectacle.

Then, eventually, the two mistress rise slowly from the table. They walk somewhat uneasily over to the sissies and guide them towards the bedroom, slapping their pretty sissy bottoms vigorously to encourage them. The poor she-males are thus forced to totter sideways into the bedroom like some strange rubberised sex crab.

Once in the bedroom, Mistress Holly teasingly slips the rubber shackles from their sexes admist much more helpless squealing and then forces both of them to their knees before the bed. As they continue to moan into their fat gags, the pleasure gripping their sissified bodies almost unbearable, Mistress Holly sits down on the bed directly before the two she-males captives. Then, Miss Blunt joins her, so that the two gorgeous women are sitting side by side facing the moaning, wiggling sissies.

'Time for your din dins, my sweets,' Mistress Holly teases, suddenly lifting her skirt over her thighs to reveal sexy self supporting stockings and, to the sissies amazement, her dark, thick, sex juice soaked pubes.

Miss Blunt laughs and follows suit, so that Alice and Petal are now facing the pungent, soaking sexes of their stunning mistresses.

The two women then lean forward and unbuckle the fat gags so effectively filling the pretty mouths of their sissy slaves.

'I think you know what we require now, ladies,' Miss Blunt teases, taking Petal's head and pushing it deep between her legs.

Alice looks on in amazement, but before she can utter a word of protest, Mistress Holly has grabbed her own head and forced it between her powerful, shapely thighs.

Alice squeals and tries to pull back, but Mistress Holly's strength is far greater and she soon finds her mouth pressed hard into the aromatic heart of her Aunt's deep, thick sex forest. Then, almost instinctively, she opens her mouth and guides her tongue into the centre of this hot, tangled undergrowth, discovering the soaking petals of her Aunt's sex within seconds. She slips her tongue between these soft, ripe lips and finds a willing flesh tunnel flooded with cum. Then she begins to lap up this thick female honey.

Above the sissies heads, the two mistresses visibly relax, then they too begin to moan. Miss Blunt reaches out for Mistress Holly's head and the two women turn to face each other. They are very quickly locked in a slightly awkward embrace and a very long and hard kiss.

As they make love, the sissies become more confident in their work, and soon both women are very close to orgasm. As they come, within seconds of each other, as their bodies tense and cries of blind animal passion explode from their mouths, Alice cannot help feeling, despite her own discomfort, a very strong sense of pride, and also a sudden intensification of her own arousal.

Then the women pull themselves clear of their sissy slaves and fall back onto the bed. Poor Petal collapses onto the floor besides Alice, her face covered in cum, her eyes wide with a delirious joy, her cock rising up before her like a sword of blind desire.

Alice stares hungrily at this large, black nylon sheathed sex and at the Junior's heaving, rubberised breasts, amazed, stunned, so terribly in need of sexual relief.

Eventually, Mistress Holly pulls herself from the bed and adjusts her dress.

'Very good, ladies. Very good, indeed. You seem to have so many natural talents, Alice. But now it is time to see if you have one of the most important for a sissy.'

Miss Blunt then rolls the stunned, whimpering Petal over onto her back, so that her bound wrists are locked under her buttocks and her nylon sealed sex rises up into the air like a sleek, black sex rocket. Then she detaches the ring of bells and, with one powerful tug, pulls the nylon sheath from her sex. Petal cries out with a terrible, aching pleasure. Miss Blunt then takes a pair of damp, white silk panties from the edge of the bed and stuffs them deeply into poor Petal's mouth.

The lovely sissy's eyes widen with fear and excitement and she squeals longingly into the gag.

Mistress Holly then pulls Alice over to Petal's wriggling form, so that she is on her knees and her face is only a few inches from Petal's large, steel hard sex.

'I think you know what to do now, Alice,' Mistress Holly says, her voice cut through with threat and arousal.

And it is obvious that Alice realises this is to be her greatest test so far: to give the lovely, moaning, wiggling Petal oral relief. She remembers the expert ministrations of Honey's velvet lips and feels a shudder of sweet yet terrifying anticipation ripple across her rubberised sissy form. Her sex strains in its delicate, yet firm nylon restrainer, the vibrator bores deep into her arse, and she unleashes a whimper of helpless sissy apprehension. Then, her nervous eyes fixed on Petal's impressive, rock hard cock, she leans forward and plants a very gentle sissy kiss on its bulging, tormented head. Petal immediately lets out a fierce squeal of pleasure. Her eyes widen, pleading, begging. The squeal becomes a plea for release, for the ultimate, fleeting reward for our terrible ever presence physical need.

Alice opens her mouth and leans further forward, feeling the vibrator pushing even deeper inside her as she does so. Then, very slowly, she allows the cock to slip slowly into her mouth, before very carefully wrapping her soft sissy lips around its considerable width. Warm, hard, pungent human meat fills her mouth, the salty taste of sweat, the texture of a strange, living rubber. Alice finds herself sucking on this long desire stick, then moving her mouth up and down over its length. Poor Petal bucks uncontrollably and squeals furiously into her panty gag. Alice becomes more confident, and more aroused. She finds a strange, teasing pleasure, both in the taste and feel of Petal's sex and the power she now possesses. She feels a vein throb and moves from sucking to licking, covering full length of the sex with her long, skilled tongue, and then spending a little time teasing poor Petal's bulging balls.

Then the cock is back in her mouth and there is a cosmic shudder, a profound, involuntary jerk which is followed by an even higher pitched squeal. Then, very quickly, Petal explodes. Hot, salty cum shoots out of the fat, boiling head of Petal's sex up against the roof of Alice's mouth. She gags, splutters, instinctively begins to pull free. But a high heel presses into her exposed, cherry red backside and Mistress Holly orders her forward.

'Swallow it, Alice. Drink every drop, like a good little sissy slut.'

And Alice obeys, swallowing down this apparently never ending eruption of sex lava, swallowing, gagging, her eyes watering, her heart pounding. Then, very slowly, the flood becomes a river, then a stream, then a trickle. Petal relaxes and her sex fades. Alice pulls herself free, licking the cum from her lips, and the two mistresses applaud and cheer mockingly.

'Excellent!' Mistress Holly shouts. 'A true sissy cocksucker!'

Before she can even begin to come to terms with what has happened, Mistress Holly steps forward and pulls the stunned, cum stained Alice to her feet. Miss Blunt then sets about hauling an even more amazed, but visibly elated Petal to her feet.

The two sissies are then made to face each other as Mistress Holly sets about sliding a strange and very wide draw out from beneath the large double bed. Petal's pretty eyes are full of relief, gratitude and a new desire, and her now naked sex is stiffening once again, encouraged no doubt by the steady and maddening ministrations of the vibrator. Poor Alice, the taste of Petal's cum filling her sissy mouth, can only stare at Petal in astonishment, her own sex still furiously erect in its tight nylon prison, her need, thanks to the vibrator and the sex drug, worse than ever.

'Seeing that you've been such well behaved sissies, we've decided to let you spend the night together,' Mistress Holly teases. 'I think you'll find the draw is a little snug, but it should give you enough space to get to know each other a lot better.'

The draw has now been pulled out fully to reveal a large square shaped coffin-like space lined with thick black rubber. As the two sissies stare at this terrifying tomb, Miss Blunt produces a number of lengths of pink rubber coated cording and begins to bind the sissies ankles and knees very tightly. They are then made to hop to the edge of the draw.

Mistress Holly then steps forward once more and suddenly grabs poor Alice's tormented cock and balls.

'You won't be needing this,' she teases, quickly ripping the stocking restrainer from Alice's sex.

The poor sissy squeals in shock. Mistress Holly then grabs Alice around the waist, and demonstrating the same frightening strength that had been used to subdue Alan, picks her up and places her inside the deep, wide drawer. Miss Blunt quickly repeats this process with a stunned Petal.

The two she-male beauties are then forced to lie down on their sides, facing each other's rubberised bodies, but positioned in such a way that their heads are level with each other's feet.

As they whimper with fear and arousal, they look up at the divine forms of their ruthless mistresses and await the next terrible move.

'Sleep well, ladies,' Mistress Holly teases, before, with Miss Blunt's help, she slowly pushes the draw back beneath the bed and plunges the two sissies into a terrible, absolute darkness.

At first there is little sound, just the desperate, fear strained breathing of the trussed sissies and the steady buzz of the fiendish vibrators. But then there is the voice of Petal, a sweet, high pitched, very girlish voice.

'Thank you. Alice. You were wonderful. I haven't been milked for a week.'

Alice heart pounds in her head and she swallows hard.

'My pleasure,' she whispers nervously, gasping as another wave of vibrator induced pleasure crashes over her delicate sissy form.

Petal's gentle laugh cuts through the total darkness like a flame from a suddenly struck match. 'And now,' she says, 'it's my pleasure'.

A brief silence follows, then the sound of Petal wiggling about in her rubberised bondage. Poor Alice feels totally helpless and utterly exposed. She tastes Petal's rich cum and the sex juice of her marvellously cruel aunt, her backside stings from the caning and her arse helplessly laps up the teasing of the vibrator. Then, she squeals in sock – for Petal's lips suddenly brush against the tip of her straining, desperate sex.

Then, very slowly, Petal takes Alice's rock hard cock into her mouth and begins to work her own awesome magic.

As poor Alice squeals with sissy pleasure, helpless and utterly delighted, as she is driven towards a truly shattering orgasm, Miss Blunt carefully undresses the gorgeous Mistress Holly, her dark eyes filled with an intense and absolute need. The two women have been lovers for nearly a year, and Miss Blunt is a key ally of the stunning Mistress in her quiet war against the imperial Mistress Maria.

'They're in for a long night,' Miss Blunt whispers, her drunken breath brushing against her lover's silk encased breasts, her shaking hands working at the clasp that holds a very pretty red brassiere in place.

'Yes. But I'm sure they're not complaining.'

The women smile, then they kiss, a long, slow, hard expression of a terrible love.

Beneath them, Alice screams with a dark, animal ecstasy as she explodes into Petal's willing, teasing mouth, the first of many orgasms that will mark a night of relentless she-male sexual adventure.

  

  

  

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