A Sissy Saga Ch. 25

She started to smack them with her strap, slowly and not too severely but with enough sharpness to make each of them whinny and squirm. The result was an electrifying sensation that throbbed in their exposed sex and provided a heady warmth that ensured each clitoris extended fully.

More slaps, and with ever increasing intensity Miss Twist let her two captives know their true place in the order of things. Chattels subordinate to her will. Slave-toys for her amusement.

"There! What a lovely sight. You're both becoming rather pink down there, and very moist too... Let me check with a finger ..Yes, yes. Very wet. I knew you'd appreciate it. I knew lezzy sluts like you would enjoy the attention of a stern lady."

Mrs Clagget and her daughter realised the truth of what she said. Whenever she called them 'naughty' or 'randy' or 'a slut', they felt a thrill, and the more degrading the situation became the more it actually excited them.

SLAP... SLAP... SLAP! "Ooooer, oooow! P-please..." "Aaaaaah!"

Blows continued to bounce from both bottoms, and it was not half so gentle anymore. The flesh was red, hot and sore. Alive, throbbing with pain. Yes it hurt, but the feel of leather swinging down in the play of such masterful hands made it strangely rewarding for the recipients, and it seemed no more than a naughty bottom should be made to endure.

Emma paused and decided it was time to utilise some of the equipment she'd brought in her sports-bag. For a moment she considered tying up the two women whilst she arranged matters, but as a rule she never bound anyone unless she wished to introduce a sense of utter helplessness, and in this case she wanted them to have use of their limbs.

"Hands on heads and stand up. Stand in the corner and face the wall. Separate corners. I don't want you exchanging gossip whilst I'm busy."

When she was satisfied they were panicking to follow her instructions she turned and went to the door, and as she opened it she found Mrs Amos crouching outside, blatantly trying to interpret noises to follow what was happening in the sitting room. On being discovered the woman gave one of her oafish grins and scuttled back to her assigned place at the end of the hall.

Emma followed with a scowl. "Give me my bag, you wretched slattern."

Mrs Amos handed the bag over without thought, her entire attention concentrating on Emma's near naked figure, and especially on her juddering bare breasts and extended teats. Such ogling infuriated Emma, and taking the bag she half-turned, then turned back to deliver a solid swipe with her hand to the side of the woman's head. The blow landed with a resounding clack! And Mrs Amos winced.

"That's for trying to peep though keyholes - and for gawking at me like a lovelorn schoolgirl on heat."

Back in the sitting room she checked that Mrs Clagget and Polly hadn't moved, then peered into her bag to review her equipment - and impressive selection of cuffs, gags and restraints together with a number of long spiky vibrators and fat strap-on cocks.

Calling Mrs Clagget over to knee in front of her she fitted a restraint onto the woman's head. It was a kind of horse bridle with a black leather brow band to encircle her head and a strap that looped over the dome of the skull that could be pulled down to form cheek-pieces each side of her face. When these were pulled beneath the chin, stainless-steel buckles fastened the whole thing securely in place.

An important component was the steel snaffle that could be pulled to the back of the mouth like a horses bit and held in place by yet another strap that went around the back of her head. It wasn't a complete gag, but it held down the tongue nicely and reduced attempted talk to unintelligible garble.

Some people may have thought such elaborate paraphernalia was unnecessary when dealing with already cowed subjects, but Emma had a liking for ritual and to her it represented the high form of capitulation she relished. More than an halter for a slave, it was the livery of a domesticated beast, and those who suffered the ignominy of wearing it knew, without being told, they had forfeited the right to free will.

"Mmmmmf, mmmmmmthf" Mrs Clagget moaned hopelessly as the snaffle was fastened on, and when Polly too was led out from her corner she gasped at the sight of the head harness already fastened onto her mother.

"Oh no. I can't. Please don't put one of those things on me."

Emma's hand cupped the girl's lower jaw. "But you're willing to submit, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, but..." Down she went on her knees anyway, to remain obligingly still while Emma fastened the horse furniture about her head. When the metal snaffle scrapped back across her teeth and stretched the corners of her mouth she gazed up with imploring eyes. "Lub, glub, mmmph!"

Emma stroked her fingers through the girl's hair and pulled her head round. "Lovely. I love the way your pouty mouth moulds to the metal. Now turn around dear. I want you on your hands and knees with your legs well spread."

From her bag she extracted a double-ended plastic phallus that was sheer perversity, being eighteen inches long, jet black and thickly veined, with a wide, bulbous tip on each extremity. "Have you ever seen one like this Mrs Clagget? I expect you've seen lots that are smaller, but this one is colossal, isn't it?"

She squatted on the carpet directly behind Polly's vulnerable, bare rump and clutched the dildo in both hands. "I understand that Polly is still a virgin Mrs Clagget, so I'll leave her intact. I can make do with other things. Spread her bum open for me. Let me see what I'm doing.

Mrs Clagget blinked hard several times and appeared to prevaricate and Emma had to emphasis her instruction with a slap to the back of the woman's head. "Do it!" she demanded.

The haberdasher gave in. Leaning forward she grasped her daughters buttocks and pulled them apart to reveal the rosette of the teenagers anus. "Very pretty." approved the schoolteacher.

Polly's face reddened but she made no effort to avoid anything. Instead she sagged onto her elbows and allowed Emma to make a few short stabs with her instrument. Hardly able to believe it was happening the bizarre touch to her backside made her wiggle, and she shivered as the intruder pushed lightly and then withdrew, only to return with the blunt, bulbous tip pressing with even greater force.

"Aah! Lovely girl. I just adore having you like this. Don't fight it darling, just let it go in. Hold her bum open nice and wide Mrs Clagget. I want to see how her little hole manages."

Polly took a deep breath, and on the next push of the dildo the pliant rim of her dainty anus yielded and stretched around its girth. "Oooowph!" She whimpered as she struggled to accommodate the dramatic size of the thing sliding into her anal tract. She was on her hands and knees in her mother's parlour with her sopping pussy churning out juice, and mummy was helping a total stranger to sodomise her with a grotesque length of plastic.

The thing was big. Big enough to make her eyes water with the effort required to take it, and mummy was holding her bum wide open and watching it go in.

As the rounded tip burrowed forward and disappeared Emma rotated it slightly, and the previous short shunts began to escalate into a forceful pumping action. She pulled it back out then pushed it straight back in, and kept doing it. In and out, harder and faster, while Polly gurgled and moaned mindlessly.

Eventually she paused. "Six inches should be enough for her tight little arse to hold onto." Without warning she then grasped Mrs Clagget by the neck and dragged her forward. "Now you Martha. Kneel behind Polly and turn about. Get on all fours and go bum-to-bum with her. I'm going to introduce you to a rather erotic experience. I know how partial you are to a lusty rogering up your back passage, so I'm going to allow you and Polly to share opposite ends of the same cock."

"Omwph, ganngh!" Martha quaked and groaned as Miss Twist raised the unengaged end of the phallus and shoved several obscenely thick inches into her backside. It was amazing. Utterly disgusting. Yet incredibly gratifying sensations possessed her as the oily, massive dong slid deep and skewered her like a pig on a spit. She couldn't help but snivel softly as her poor anus repeatedly tried to close and clench about its girth, and repeatedly failed. The thing was so gross. It was uncompromising, solid and thick, and she had no control.

Emma pulled back on the woman's hips until she was sure her instrument was well established, then she eased away, her senses sizzling at the depravity she'd created. A mother and daughter linked together by an enormous cock impaling their rectums!

Martha and Polly squirmed and wriggled. Both aware of the shameful predicament they shared, but unable any longer to curb their primary sexual instincts, each of them reached back beneath their bellies to caress their genitals, and as they pleasured themselves with their hands their buttocks slowly wormed back and forth on the giant prong. In the heat of excitement it dawned on them that they were inadvertently fucking each other, but it felt so debauched and lovely neither wanted to stop.

Emma removed her sodden panties and settled down on the carpet to observe. Resting back on her elbows she spread her legs and called out. "Mrs Amos, come here."

Of course the crone was listening outside the door again by that time, and she almost fell through it in her eagerness to enter. Her face screwed up in delight when she was at last allowed to see everything. "Wow! You knows 'ow to get folk to oblige yer an' no mistake, Miss Twist."

"Never mind all that," Emma snapped irritably, "Get down here and stroke my clit'. I don't want you to touch me anywhere else, so don't try to kiss me or stick your fingers in. Just stroke with a fingertip. Understand?"

Mrs Amos nodded enthusiastically as she gazed at the younger woman's thighs, bare and spread open for her attention. "Yes miss. Thank you miss. Thank you for lettin' me wank yer miss. It's a honour, so don't worry. I'll give yer wet little noodle a right good workout."

While the schoolteacher continued to watch the erotic tableau in the centre of the room Mrs Amos ejected a gob of saliva onto a fingertip and immediately went to work rubbing around the small hooded, swollen pip between Emma's legs. By that time Mrs Clagget and Polly had established a steady fuck-rhythm-harmony together and were glancing back at each others faces, gurgling protests of distress but still churning their buttocks onto the object embedded in their backsides.

Mrs Amos glanced over her shoulder at them. "'Ere you idle cows, move them arses faster and put on a proper show fer Miss Twist."

"Shut-up with your noise Mrs Amos." groaned Emma who was in the throes of something like pain. The woman was buzzing her fingertip energetically around her most sensitive point of anatomy with great expertise and she could feel an orgasm blossoming. A deep, unstoppable welling-up of release was causing her to tremble as wave after delicious wave of ecstasy shuddered through her body.

Momentarily oblivious to everything else while her thighs twitched and her mind boiled with rapture, she gyrated her thighs against the hag's fingers. Her body twisted and she let out a subdued wail as she bucked hard against the hand that was serving her.

It took an heady moment or two to recover her senses and by that time Martha Clagget had disengaged from the dildo and was writhing on the floor submerged in her own climax. And although Emma's attention had been diverted for less that half a minute, thirty seconds was long enough for the disreputable Mrs Amos to seek out mischief.

By the time Emma focused again her dishevelled assistant had turned Polly Clagget on her back, extracted the phallus from her rear and was forcing it between her legs - pushing it into the girls vagina.

"Stop, Mrs Amos - Stop..." demanded Emma. "The girl is..."

Too late. Polly squealed despite the steel ring in her mouth as Mrs Amos pounded the cock in and out of her previously unused sex.

Such attention was not altogether unappreciated. The teenagers eyes stared unseeing and her teeth chaffed on her bit. Near hysterical with unexpected bliss she began undulating her crotch rapidly around the length of plastic that was deflowering her. Loving being fucked, and spiralling into the kind of exquisite orgasm she'd never known before.

***

The following day the school broke for the recess. It was a dazzling jewel-blue day and from midmorning onward a number of smart cars began to draw up at the main entrance, and one by one pupils joined their parents or guardians to be taken off for the holidays.

Zoë was one of a small number who would board-on for a while, so he took no interest in the coming and goings at the front of the house, and since the day was free-time for him, he decided to spend it in the gardens at the back.

Because it was recess he'd been given leave to wear other clothes than those of a schoolgirl and he gloried in decking himself out as for the beach; slippers with block heels, tiny black bikini pants and a sleeveless yellow top which he'd tucked up high on his chest in an effeminate way to show off his sylph-like shape and smooth tummy.

Left to his own devises he was soon daydreaming as he meandered down the flagged path that cut through the rose garden with its sundial centrepiece, his thoughts dwelling on an imagined tropical island where he was a princess being courted by a gorgeous sun-tanned lover.

He'd never entirely discarded pretty dreams of fairies and pixies and enchanted castles but long ago he'd introduced into them erotic themes, and he reckoned this was one of his best fantasies. His lover would be hunky and able to scoop a squealing sissy under one arm and carry him off into the long grass. For a while he would try to resist the naughty man having his wicked way, just like a good girl should, but in the end he would give in, and the big man would hold him down and fuck him for hours and hours.

A broken delphinium halted him as he paused to tie it back to its stake.

"Hi."

The piping voice of Lizzie Braithwaite suddenly shocked him out from his warm thoughts. "What are you doing here? Outsiders aren't allowed into this school."

"It's end of term, and I asked Mrs Pardoe if I could visit. She said Miss Hancock wouldn't mind as long as I keep out of the way. That's a nice outfit you're wearing. You are a pretty girl and you look ever so sweet. Are you going to sun-bathe?"

"Might do. I might do something else. I'm allowed to do what I want today."

"I'm allowed to do what I want too, and I want to have some fun. Would you play a game with me? Come into the gym-store and play a game."

Knowing girls could be sly and conniving made Zoë a little uneasy, but he hadn't really got any firm plans and her invitation intrigued him in an odd kind of way.

Lizzie took a firm hold of his hand and made up his mind for him, and it was only when they entered the store that his suspicions became justified. She shut the door behind him and he found himself confronted by two other girls. Pauline Totter was there and so was Lizzie's cousin Monica Braithwaite. Even more disconcerting, he found two of Fairyfield sissy's already there and in attitudes that hardly appropriate for innocent games.

In one corner facing the wall stood Lulabelle, motionless and naked except for his knickers which were looped around his knees. His bottom glowed pink so he'd obviously been spanked recently. Near to the door Trudy Jones was strapped to the wall, hands raised above his head and wrists tied to the coat hooks above his head. He too was naked - except for a bow of pink ribbon tied around his balls.

It was a clear example of how defenceless and suggestible sissy's were without ladies to guard them. Deprived of every visage of male aggression they were prey for coaxing, cajoling people, and susceptible to the outright bullying of depraved girls.

"Wow! Lizzie is clever. She's got another one." grinned Monica. "He's a pretty one with a nice shape in his pants too. Make him take off his knickers Lizzie."

"Strap him on the hands." suggested Pauline spitefully.

"Don't be so impatient," Lizzie told them, "I found him, so I decides what we do with him."

Poppy began to feel alarmed as the girls drew up in front of him. "I don't want to play your games, and I'm not staying here to be tortured."

Lizzie grabbed hold of him firmly. "Oh, but don't go. We're only having fun and we'll even let you do what you want to do. Watch this."

She clicked her fingers and immediately Lulabelle turned from his place in the corner. Lizzie beckoned him forward. "Here! Come here and kneel in front of me."

Silently the well-smacked Lulabelle stumbled across the room with as much speed as his drooping panties would allow. As he sank to the floor Lizzie seemed oblivious to his swollen penis which was prominently on show. "Tell me what you want to do most of all, girly-freak."

The sissy hesitated, then gazed up. "Please Lizzie. Please may I suck your knickers?"

The girl shook her head. "No, I've no time for that at the moment, but you can suck Pauline's knickers. She'd really like to try it."

The opportunity for Lulabelle to practise the fetish he'd developed at home with his sisters and female cousins had never been great at Fairyfield, but he'd not forgotten about it. The sight of Pauline sitting on a hamper and raising the front of her skirt drew him in her direction as if by magic. Pauline opened her legs wide and his mouth immediately homed in on the nap of the pants stretched taut and pristine over her inviting crotch. He knew precisely where to clamp his lips. His open mouth fastened onto the girls underwear and he sucked diligently.

"You see," Lizzie said with a grin, "Lulabelle is allowed to practise his favourite game, and you can too if you wish. What's your best game? Would you like to kiss Trudy?"

A mischievous Monica pushed between them. "You can suck him off if you want. We'd like to see you do that."

"Yes, I bet you're good at sucking cock." seconded Lizzie.

Zoë shook his head angrily. Normally he wouldn't have turned a hair at doing something with Trudy, but he drew the line at doing it to amuse a bunch of girls.

"If that doesn't suit you we can start with something else. " decided Monica. "You've got super legs, so show us how nice you look in stockings and high-heels."

"I'm out of here," Zoë replied with a scowl, "I'm not staying to be used as a dress-up doll."

As he turned to walk away Lizzie gripped his arm, then took hold of his hand and levered back his middle finger.

"Yeow!" He could have yanked his hand away, but he didn't, he could have bashed her, but he didn't, and when Monica pitched in and pulled his hair he could have punched her, but he didn't. Too much of a sissy to strike out and too thoroughly conditioned to respect females he could only stand there yowling and allow them to hurt him.

"Stop being cruel." was all he could say, which only caused Pauline to chuckle cynically.

"Ha! You're just a wimpy, useless prick like the others. You enjoy being made to do naughty things."

From the far end of the store Pauline was holding the back of Lulabelle's head and pulling his face between her legs. "This creature is sexy. He's trying to push his tongue through my pants." she murmuring dreamily

The other girl's paused in their subduing of Zoë to observe Lulabelle munching avidly at the gusset of their girlfriends underwear. "Make him play with his willy while he's doing it." Monica advised.

"He's doing that already." Pauline bleated, " He's strumming his prick like a banjo, and - oh, oow - my cunny feels strange and my panties are soaking, and now he's poking his tongue at my bum-hole."