Saving Amy

Please find enclosed a story for inclusion in the Transgender Control section.

• Amanda Stern

SAVING AMY PART 4: SCHOOL'S OUT

Tiffany's reluctant commitment to work for the Si Fu Club has brought major changes in her private life. But when she's sent off to perform at a very peculiar client function, she's not the only sissy on the job!

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"Nancy, can you come in here for a minute?"

The young woman saved the file she was working on and got up from her desk. As she walked into her father's office, she couldn't help glancing at the amazing view of the city it commanded. They had been in these new premises for a few weeks now, but she was still struck every day by both the opulence of the furnishings and the stunning location. They were a testament to the astonishing success of the family business.

It had started many years ago when a group of rich men formed a secret association. The purpose was to organise events catering to desires that many in society would regard as both perverted and objectionable. Jaded with women, and not fully satisfied with transsexuals either, they wanted to have their way with young men who had been dressed and made up to look like women. But it wasn't just sex they craved. They also wanted to humiliate these young men, to exercise dominion over them. And to meet that demand, they needed someone who could supply not just any sissy, but the right kind of sissy.

Which is where her father came in.

Nancy didn't know the full story of his early career, just that he had worked in the adult film industry, that he had part-owned an escort service -- and that he had links to certain criminal organisations. Vance was vague about those connections. But they had clearly proved useful in helping the members of the Sissyfuckers Club source their victims. Some were just drag artists who were paid to play a part. But the real attractions were the ones that Vance kidnapped, then kept quiet afterwards through a combination of bribery and threats.

Over the years, Vance had built this highly illegal enterprise into a thriving business, which to the outside world operated a series of beauty clinics. The Club now had clients and functions all over the country. For most of these it simply supplied crossdressed male escorts. It was only the core members -- the original group and certain others who had been invited to join over the years -- who knew about and participated in the Club's more extreme activities.

Nancy had been involved in the business since she was at school, although the full scale of its activities had only gradually been revealed to her. Now she had a big role in managing personnel -- and it was in that capacity that her father wanted to talk to her now.

"I'm putting a team together for one of our regular functions", he said. "They want four sissies."

She dragged her eyes away from the spectacular vista. "Which function are we talking about?" He held up a file so she could see it. "Oh", she said, pulling a face, "those guys."

Vance gave a thin smile. "Quite. They do like to get their money's worth -- and then some. What I wanted to ask you was whether you think Tiffany might be up to this. You know her better than I do."

"Tiff?" Nancy's expression registered her surprise. "I thought Amy wanted her for that night she's organising."

"She does indeed. But that's not for a couple of weeks, and I'm keen to get some value out of her while she's still, ah, nice and fresh. And I reckon she'd be a massive hit with this lot. But I did wonder if this might be a little too much too soon?"

Nancy gave it some thought. "It might be", she said eventually. "Of course, it couldn't be any worse than that first time your friends had her. And god knows how she's going to survive what Amy has in store for her. But she's a hard one to read. I mean, I'd have put long odds on her wanting to come back after what she went through with you."

"We've had others do that before", Vance pointed out.

"Sure, but it usually turns out they're closet faggots, or something." She paused. "Am I allowed to call them faggots?"

Her father flashed a wicked smile. "Call them what you want round me, sweetie. I gather that in polite society that term is now frowned upon. But we don't exactly cater to the polite end of society, do we?"

"No indeed." Nancy's answering grin faded as she returned to the subject. "Tiff's not a faggot though. As far as I can tell she hates having sex with men. But she seems to have convinced herself that she has no other choice. It's weird. I'd call it masochism, but I'm not sure it's that either. More like a fundamental sense of insecurity."

Vance nodded dismissively. "Well, that's all very interesting. But the question is whether she'll fall to pieces if I give her this job. I don't want to waste the money we've invested in her."

"Understood", said his daughter. She bit her lip. "Could go either way. This mob might drive her right over the edge. But I have this sense that the more we abuse her, the more she's ours."

Vance gave a satisfied nod. "Okay, I'm happy to take the risk. I'll make the arrangements."

Taking that as her cue, Nancy returned to her office. But she wondered whether she'd made the right call. Even after just a few weeks of feminisation, there didn't seem to be a lot left of the smart young lawyer who'd been kidnapped and forced to become Tiffany. But if Eric was disappearing, then who exactly was taking his place? Nancy wasn't entirely sure she knew ...

A few blocks away, in an area where the rents were a lot lower and the streets rather less safe, Tiffany was in pain.

"Ow, ow, OW", she howled, tears forming in her eyes. "Please stop, please!"

"Now don't be such a baby", said Alyssa, though her tone was placating rather than irritated. "Nearly done ... there!" She stepped back, ignoring her new flatmate's shriek, and put down the tweezers. "Much better", she pronounced. "Pretty sissies can't have untidy eyebrows, you know. Men don't like that. Well, some men anyway", she amended.

"Why do you call them that?" said Tiffany, still wiping the tears from her eyes. "Us, I mean. Why are we sissies?"

"As opposed to girls?" asked Alyssa, looking in the mirror and rearranging two strands in her otherwise perfectly coiffured hair, which fell to her shoulders in long auburn tresses. Tiffany nodded.

"Because that's who we are, and we shouldn't forget it. If you want to be a girl, go and have an operation or six. If you want to be a tranny, get on the hormones and grow some tits. The Club doesn't employ us to be those things. We work for clients who want dressed up guys. That's us, sweetie."

"But ... you dress like a girl the whole time! I've never seen you as a guy! And when you go out everyone thinks you're a girl ..."

"True enough. But I dress and talk and act this way because I like it. Doesn't change who I really am."

"I guess", said Tiffany, dabbing her eyes with a tissue and then resuming the process of putting on her makeup. She wasn't sure she agreed -- but then she wasn't sure about anything these days. The fact was that, like Alyssa, she was never out of female clothing these days. She'd even been out a couple of times with the woman (or sissy) she now thought of as a mentor. It had only been at night and Tiffany had been terrified, especially when the two of them had gone into a bar. But somehow she hadn't been recognised as a man. In fact they were going out again later in the evening, to catch a movie and then a late dinner.

When the staff at the clinic who were responsible for both Tiffany's health and feminisation had arranged for her to move in with one of the Si Fu Club's other "girls", she had not questioned their decision. It was not just that she had signed a contract to do whatever she was told. She simply had no alternative in mind, no sense of how things might be different. Her recent experiences had left her sure of only two things. She could never go back to being Eric. And whatever abuse she might suffer in working for the Club was no more than she deserved for her weak and wanton behaviour, first at Vance's mansion and then with the Harpers.

What she couldn't deny was that living with Alyssa as a girl (unlike her flatmate, she didn't want to think of herself as a sissy) had done wonders for her ability to pass as one. She was walking, talking and acting in a more consistently feminine way now.

That was helped by the clothes she'd been given, which in time she'd be allowed to supplement by doing her own shopping. There were no jeans or t-shirts, or anything else that might conceivably be called unisex in appearance. She wore strictly blouses, skirts and dresses, with lacy underwear and stockings (never tights). There were no flat shoes, only high heels.

Putting on makeup every day had also made a big difference -- and not just to her skill at applying it. It had taken her a while to realise that she was invariably at her most uncomfortable first thing at morning and last thing at night, when something that still resembled Eric's face was looking back at her in the mirror.

This was not to say that she was happy with how she looked as Tiffany. She often still felt a sense of shame and humiliation at being so feminine, and all the more so when she remembered what she'd done in this guise. Yet that was a familiar emotion that she could cling to. When Eric's face reappeared, even under the dyed blonde pageboy hair that looked nothing her previous cut, she had the feeling of being unmoored.

The desire to be disconnected from her past was also perhaps behind her decision not to bring a single personal effect with her when she moved into Alyssa's apartment. Indeed so much had she left the administration of her affairs to the Club, she didn't even know whether she still owned any of Eric's property. She had a bank account and credit card (in the embarrassing name of Tiffany Swallows), plus a phone that contained just a couple of contacts at the Club and the clinic, as well as a music playlist that was utterly different to what Eric used to favour.. Otherwise, everything in the apartment belonged either to the Si Fu Club or to Alyssa.

As for her flatmate, she knew little about her background or what had brought her to the Club -- and she wasn't inclined to pry. But she did know that Alyssa was vivacious, friendly and always willing to help her fellow sissy. Plus she was very attractive, so much so that whenever Tiffany saw her in her lingerie or coming out of the shower, Tiffany's cock almost always stood to attention. Another reason to feel ashamed ...

Tiffany was just putting her makeup away when she heard both Alyssa's phone and hers chime almost simultaneously. She studied the message on hers. It was from Vance, instructing her to be at the clinic late on Saturday afternoon in preparation for a function that night.

Alyssa walked in to check her phone and confirmed that she had received the same message. "Seems we're working together!" she said, sounding pleased. But then, as she scrolled down further, her mood abruptly changed. "Oh shit", she said abruptly.

`What's up?" asked Tiffany anxiously.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "The PTS -- the mob we're going to be working for. They are not good news."

"Why -- what's the problem?"

"Oh, everything. I did them last year and it ... wasn't nice. In the slightest."

"So who are they then?"

Alyssa hesitated. "I'm not sure I should say anything right now. I don't want to put you off. Look, I'll explain on the night, before we get there, okay?"

Tiffany didn't think this was okay at all. But her flatmate was true to her word and clammed up completely. While Tiffany alternately sulked and fretted for the next couple of hours, she managed to forget about it during what proved to be a surprisingly relaxed outing that night.

By Saturday, however, all Tiffany's anxieties had returned. Even so, it wasn't until Tiffany and Alyssa were seated in a limousine with two other sissies, who'd been introduced as Melanie and Vanessa, that the explanation was finally forthcoming.

"PTS stands for the Perverted Teachers Society", said Alyssa.

"The what?" exclaimed Tiffany, scarcely believing her ears.

"Perverted Teachers Society", repeated Alyssa. "Don't you love the name? They're a bunch of schoolteachers who spend their time at work lusting after some of the young girls and boys they teach. Only, they don't do anything about it, because, well, they'd lose their jobs -- and, you know, go to prison. So instead, they hang out together and exchange fantasies -- and a couple of times a year they ask the Si Fu Club to send a few sissies to one of their meetings."

"Which is where we come in", put in Vanessa. She was a lightly built brunette with a cherubic face. She could easily be taken for 15 or 16, though Tiffany thought she was older than that. "They get to do stuff to us that they can only dream about with the kids in their class."

Well, that certainly explained their outfits, thought Tiffany. All four of them were in school uniforms -- and not standard ones either. Skimpy would be an understatement. A see-through white top, with their names individually embroidered on it, finished well above their exposed navels. The blue plaid skirt was so short it didn't even cover their buttocks, which were encased in white cotton panties. A matching blue tie was attached to a white collar. And there were stay-up white stockings and black pumps with what must have been at least six-inch platform heels. Tiffany was very glad she'd been practising in shoes of that type.

To complement the uniform, Tiffany's blonde bangs were held in place by a headband with the same pattern as the skirt and tie. The others all had much longer hair (as would she eventually, having been instructed to grow it out). Alyssa's was fastened in bunches, while the other two had pigtails. There was nothing subtle about their makeup, with bright red lipstick and dark, heavy eyeshadow.

"So you've worked for the PTS before too?" she asked Vanessa.

Vanessa nodded. "Yeah, they seem to like us, don't they Mel?" Melanie nodded. She was the spitting image of Vanessa, except that she had golden hair. Twins, Tiffany guessed.

"Trouble is", said the blonde, frowning, "they don't just want to fuck you -- though there's a lot of that. They also like playing games. It's pretty weird." She laughed at the expression on Tiffany's face. "If you're lucky, they'll let you off with just a good spanking."

That didn't sound good at all, Tiffany thought. But she sensed she wasn't going to get anything more useful out of her fellow sissies, so instead she asked the twins how long they'd worked for the Club. It turned out they'd been regulars for a couple of years -- and always worked together.

"But when you say you perform together", said Tiffany slowly, "you don't mean -- ?"

"Oh yes", answered Melanie with a giggle. "It's why we like the job so much, isn't it Ness?"

"Certainly is!" answered her "sister", waggling her eyebrows and stroking Melanie's thigh. Tiffany did her best not to let her scandalised reaction show as she settled back down in her seat. Though she was also wondering whether she should really be surprised by anything associated with the shameful enterprise in which she was now so thoroughly enmeshed.

The journey did not take too much longer. The limo pulled into what looked in the twilight to be a disused school. The buildings were dark, with a single exception. Before getting out, the four sissies each took a tablet, in accordance with their instructions from the clinic. Tiffany had no idea of what was in it, but as they walked into what looked like an assembly hall, she felt the beginnings of a flush. At a guess, it was intended to spark her libido.

Inside, the hall was set up for a dinner that was already in progress when they walked in. There must have been around sixty guests, which was far more than Tiffany had expected. They seemed to be all men, and mostly older ones. The attendants who were serving them were youngish men and women, all dressed in school uniforms, though none as outrageous as the ones the newcomers were wearing. She assumed they were paid well for their discretion.

As the arrivals were noticed, a ragged cheer went up around the room. Alyssa and the twins responded by curtsying, and Tiffany did her best to follow their lead.

A balding little man with tufts of white hair came over to greet them. He was smiling broadly, but Tiffany thought there was something a little disturbing about his eyes. They seemed to gleam with a hunger that didn't bode well for any of them.

"Hello", he beamed, "and welcome to the PTS dinner! My name is Mr Grace and I'll be the master of ceremonies. We'll get to the, ah, entertainment after dessert. But in the meantime it would be lovely if you could do the rounds of the tables and introduce yourselves to our members. And do feel free to have a drink!" He gestured to a bar that had been set up.

Tiffany followed her co-workers' lead in accepting only a soft drink and then started to walk round the tables. She had been given a very simple script. She was a boy still at school, and if asked should describe or tell stories about the one she had actually gone to in real life. She had been caught giving a blowjob to another boy in one of the toilets and had been punished by being forced to wear makeup and a girl's uniform. Further punishments would be announced after the dinner.

The table visits were more or less what she expected. She was warmly greeted, closely questioned and repeatedly fondled, though nobody actually tried to get into her knickers. More than once, she was invited to sit on a teacher's lap and could feel the throbbing lumps of anticipation in their pants.

There was one unpleasant surprise, however: her old maths teacher, Mr Watkins. They both recognised one another immediately. He was still as overweight and wheezy as she remembered, but of course a good few years older. "Well, well, well", he exclaimed jovially. "I do believe that's young Eric under all that makeup!"

"It's Tiffany now sir", she replied woodenly, endeavouring not to shudder as he ran a hand down the back of her stockinged thighs.

"Really?" he said. "Well Tiffany, I look forward to putting you to the test later!" That got some chuckles from his colleagues. She was loathe to encourage him, but couldn't resist saying: "I'm sure you'll find the right angles, sir." She maintained her deadpan expression as the table dissolved into laughter, and quickly moved on.

All too soon, dinner was over and the "naughty boys" were summoned to the stage by Mr Grace. For those further away, or whose sight might not be the best, a big screen had been set up to show what was happening up there. Tiffany suspected that the performance might also be recorded. But that was something to worry about later.

The first item was a uniform inspection. Mr Grace informed the four sissies, to much hilarity, that their panties were not standard issue, so must be removed immediately. When this had been done, they were each forced to bend over and be spanked for their misdemeanour. Four teachers were chosen at random to come up and administer the punishment. Tiffany suffered in silence through twenty heavy slaps to her bare bottom.

When the punishers had left the stage, to great applause, Mr Grace returned to the microphone. "Now, as you've heard, these four miscreants were each caught fellating other boys. Before we can determine an appropriate punishment, beyond having to dress as the sluts they undoubtedly are, I think we'd all like to see a recreation of the offences, wouldn't we?"

That met with predictable acclaim, and the four were paired off. Tiffany was instructed to kneel down in front of Alyssa, who was standing side on to the audience, while Vanessa took up a similar position in front of Melanie. The MC quietly relayed what was expected of them.

Tiffany had already been aware that Alyssa was impressively endowed, from occasionally having seen her naked at their apartment. But as she applied her brightly painted lips to her flatmate's cock and felt it quickly swell to its full size, she was still stunned by its dimensions. Fortunately, while at least nine or ten inches long, it was not too thick. She had also been practising her oral skills on cucumbers, at Alyssa's suggestion, and was able to get a surprising amount of it down her throat. That drew loud cheers.

After engulfing it a few times and running her tongue up and down its length, Tiffany started sucking as voraciously as she could. She was aware that her own organ was not just fully erect, but completely visible to the audience. She tried her best not to look at them, but she could hardly ignore their ribald remarks and catcalls.

Her cheeks were burning with shame. And it was not long before they were dripping with cum as well, as Alyssa pulled out of her mouth and shot several salvoes into her face, to enthusiastic applause. She did her best to prevent any from hitting the floor, collecting the salty drips in her fingers and depositing them in her mouth. She also used her tongue to clean up the huge appendage that had made such a substantial deposit on her. But, in accordance with the instructions they'd received, she ignored any cream that was clinging to her face or hair.

And then it was her turn. Alyssa made no attempt to disguise the fact that she was enjoying her work, and she also kept her eyes fixed on Tiffany's face. The sight of her cock being sucked by what looked for all the world like a beautiful schoolgirl was a real turn on. And the fact that Alyssa was simultaneously stroking herself back to hardness simply increased the arousal, much to Tiffany's discomfort.

She could feel her orgasm approaching, when Alyssa contrived by titling her head and moving her eyes to suggest that Tiffany should look at the audience. When she did, she discovered that almost nobody was watching them. Their attention was fixed on the twins.

Alyssa took a moment to free her mouth and, under cover of licking Tiffany's balls, whispered: "Let's put on more of a show for them, shall we? Grab my head and start fucking my face, okay?"

Tiffany nodded and did as she was told. She put her hands on the other sissy's head and then, after some thought, transferred her grip to the bunches on the size of Alyssa's head. Holding her target in place, she began to aggressively ram her dick into her flatmate's gaping mouth. Alyssa held her lips in a perfect O while her mouth was vigorously penetrated.

Looking round, Tiffany saw the few teachers who were watching her nudge their neighbours and alert them to what was happening. To her surprise, that increased the excitement of what she was doing and took her over the edge. Her first two spurts went straight down Alyssa's throat, but remembering just in time, she stepped back and delivered the rest of her climax all over the pretty face she had been so enthusiastically fucking.

The noise from the audience was deafening, and it quickly rose to another crescendo as Vanessa came all over Melanie. When the two of them not only kissed each other afterwards, but swapped cum from mouth to mouth, the roof almost blew off. Alyssa and Tiffany exchanged wry looks. Score one for the twins ...

When order had been restored, Mr Grace announced that given the quality of the re-enactments, the offending foursome would be required to write lines, but spared further punishment. The sissies were given chalk and made to write out twenty times on a blackboard: "If I am going to suck cock at school, it must be my teacher's".

The next exercise involved what was described as a simple maths test. Four wooden desks were brought onto the stage. They were of an antiquated one-piece design, with a seat bolted on to a writing surface that could be lifted up to reveal a storage space inside. Except there was one significant addition. Towards the back of the seat, placed where it could not possibly be avoided, was a penis-shaped extrusion.

"Do take a seat students", instructed Mr Grace with a malicious chuckle. "You'll find something inside the desk to help you do that, I believe."

The "something" turned out to be tubes of lubricant. The sissies applied it liberally and then gingerly lowered themselves into place. Tiffany struggled with this. She had not had anything in her ass since her horrendous introduction to the Sissyfuckers Club at the mansion. But it was not just the physical discomfort she felt as her tight rectum expanded to admit the intruder. It was a humiliating violation that both reminded her of her shameful choice to work for the Club and served as a portent for what seemed likely to follow that night.

Once the four were settled, they took out pens and pads of paper and prepared to answer a series of questions that Mr Grace read out. These involved what should have been fairly straightforward arithmetical exercises. But as soon as the test started, the dildoes that were lodged inside the sissies came to life, vibrating furiously and unpredictably. The hall echoed with laughter as the impaled students shook and shuddered, while desperately trying to write down answers.

Matters got worse still when the MC called for four volunteers to come and give some "extra tuition". The selected teachers eagerly came up onto the stage and then crawled under the desks. The distraction of the anal vibrators was augmented when the teachers gleefully started licking and sucking the sissies' cocks. Tiffany, who had never had the experience before of being simultaneously sucked and fucked, found it impossible to ignore the sensations raging through her lower torso. The pen dropped from her hands as she leant back in her seat, eyes tightly closed and fighting not to come in the teacher's mouth.

Somehow, the test ended without any of them spilling any more of their seed. But that was not what they were being graded on. The results were predictably appalling and the foursome had to write more lines -- "The only cock in my sissy ass should be my teacher's" -- and endure another round of spanking.

At this point, the desks were removed and a new piece of equipment was brought onto stage. It looked like something out of a gymnasium and Mr Grace indeed introduced it as a "sissy pommel horse". It was time for PE, he said, and invited Melanie to "mount the equipment". The merriment in the hall that this instruction prompted was explained when it was revealed that one end was moulded into the shape of a human backside, with a hole between the fake buttocks. Vanessa was instructed to "help" her twin, which involved sucking her cock to restore the erection that had been briefly lost as a result of the spanking.

With the aid of some lube, the young sissy inserted her organ into the artificial anus. But rather than do anything, she was told to bend over the padded top and remain still. "Now Vanessa", said Mr Grace gleefully, "it's your turn to mount Melanie!" That required Tiffany to stiffen Vanessa up, as she had just done for her twin. Vanessa's appendage was much closer in size to Tiffany's own, so that it was far easier to accommodate in her mouth than Alyssa's had been earlier.

Once hard, Vanessa positioned herself behind Melanie and slid easily into her gaping back passage. Tiffany knew what was coming next and, worse, she was ready for it. Her cock had not lost much of its excitement even when being spanked and had quickly stiffened again when she lifted up Vanessa's skirt and swallowed the pretty sissy's rapidly expanding organ. She was stunned by how flagrantly her body was responding to what she was being asked to do. Her cheeks felt every bit as burning red as her abused buttocks.

Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate when instructed to mount Vanessa. A little lube was all she needed to slip inside, eliciting a low moan from her fellow sissy. "Oooh", whispered the recipient of her engorged flesh, "you feel much better than a dildo, Tiff!" The comment excited her far more than it should and she wanted to start fucking Vanessa then and there. But she willed herself to remain still, because she knew there was a challenge to come.

And soon enough, there it was. She tensed as she felt the tip of Alyssa's huge weapon pressing against her tight hole. The dildo had opened her up somewhat, but the sissy behind her still had to use a lot of pressure to force her way in. Tiffany gasped in pain as she was slowly penetrated. As each inch of rigid flesh disappeared into her, the cheers of the crowd grew louder.

"Relax honey", whispered Alyssa, "stop fighting it". Tiffany did her best to comply and as she willed her muscles to loosen, the pain and discomfort eased to a more manageable level. She focused on the feeling of her own cock, snug inside Vanessa, and the lithe body against which she was so firmly pressed. Burying her head into the nape of the other sissy's neck, she lightly kissed the warm skin and let her hands wander down Vanessa's legs, savouring the feel of the stocking tops. Just think about the beautiful schoolgirl you're about to fuck, she told herself, not the one who's doing the same to you.

But Alyssa was not so easily ignored. She was buried now inside Tiffany, or at least most of her was, and she too was kissing and caressing the sissy in front of her. And as the discomfort gradually eased, so Tiffany became aware of the pleasure signals that her body was trying to send her. Because she was a slut who liked being fucked, wasn't she? Wasn't that why she was wearing makeup and slutty clothing and opening her ass to a well hung sissy?

In the background, she was vaguely aware of Mr Grace announcing that the students had 15 minutes to complete their exercise, and that if anyone hadn't finished within that time, they would all be punished. There was no need to explain what the exercise would be, or what "finishing" would entail.

For a moment, the four sissies remained locked in their chain. Then Melanie plaintively called out "Is someone going to fuck me?" Vanessa giggled and slowly started to thrust in and out of her twin, though it was hard for her to move against the resistance of the two behind her. Tiffany did her best to pick up the rhythm, grabbing Vanessa's hips to hold her steady. Behind her, she felt Alyssa do the same and gasped as she felt her innards plundered by her sexy flatmate.

Tiffany had never experienced anything like it. The sensation of plunging into Vanessa's hot and willing hole, the feel of her tight ballsack swinging and slapping against the buttocks in front of her with every stroke, while at the same time being cleaved by the monster cock inside her -- it was simply incredible. She could only imagine how it felt for Melanie at the front, with the weight of three bodies piling into her.

They were all gasping and moaning now, the sound from the baying teachers ignored as they fucked each other. It was difficult to keep up the same rhythm, so that they shifted from unison on some strokes to a kind of obscene Newton's cradle, with waves of oscillation cascading through their colliding bodies.

Tiffany was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, not to mention concentrate on what she was doing to Vanessa. The air was being jolted out of her lungs with every impact from Alyssa, who improbably seemed now to be pouring her entire length into the novice sissy's rear passage. Her piledriving phallus was penetrating so far into Tiffany's belly that, when their thrusts coincided, it almost felt as if Alyssa was bursting though her to impale Vanessa.

Despite struggling for oxygen, Tiffany could feel that her orgasm was getting hear. Alyssa's relentless assault was sending waves of pleasure through her prostate and Vanessa's warm and accommodating ass was the perfect receptacle, gripping her cock almost as if it could wring the sperm out of her.

Even so, it was Vanessa who came first. She cried out and her buttocks clenched as she released her load into her twin. While Tiffany continued to fuck her, she gave several heaving sighs and then slumped forward. But when Melanie frantically called out "Don't stop!", she resumed her thrusting and was quickly rewarded by screams of ecstasy from the blonde sissy in front of her.

And now it was Tiffany's turn. She had never had an orgasm so intense. It was one thing to come into Alyssa's mouth and over her face. It was quite another to bury her sperm deep in one hot sissy schoolgirl's ass, while at the same time being brutally fucked by another. Even though it was her second climax of the evening, her cock seemed to go on spasming long after her balls were drained.

Yet she couldn't relax. Because nothing was stopping Alyssa. Even as Tiffany squealed from the continued pressure on her prostate and wondered if she could somehow come again, her flatmate kept on slamming her gigantic weapon into Tiffany's tender rear passage. Until at last, the final member of the sissy chain completed her exercise. Grunting with every thrust, she shot volley after volley of hot cream into Tiffany's tight hole.

Tiffany felt her head being tugged around. She made to speak but the words died in her throat as Alyssa's mouth descended on hers, kissing her softly while her huge cock pulsed its last drops of spunk deep in Tiffany's bowels. They stayed locked there for a few seconds, their hot and sweaty bodies pressed together, then broke the embrace.

"What was that for?" asked Tiffany as she gasped for breath. "It was a thank you", smiled her flatmate, "for letting me do that."

As she said that, the sounds of the hall seemed to return in a rush. The voracious watchers were applauding what they had seen, although as each sissy withdrew her stiff cock, Mr Grace insisted on checking that the relevant holes were full of sperm. As Tiffany straightened up after her inspection, she felt Alyssa's cum begin to dribble down her legs, staining her stockings.

They had all climaxed before the fifteen minute mark. But it was announced nevertheless that they would be sanctioned both for not asking permission to come, and then for dripping spunk all over the stage. This time, they had to write "Sissy slut students should come when and where their teachers tell them". And there was yet another spanking.

The night's final activity was announced as being "group work". The four sissies were led to different parts of the hall, in each of which a row of chairs had been set up. Fourteen or fifteen teachers occupied these rows, their trousers around their ankles and their cocks out waiting to be serviced. Many were gently wanking themselves in preparation. Tiffany's heart sank at the sight, even before she was given her instructions.

The first chair in her allocated row was occupied by a grinning Mr Watkins. She lifted the rolls of fat out of the way and located his short but rather thick appendage. As she lowered her mouth onto him, trying to ignore the smell of his sweaty crotch, he stroked her hair and confided: "When I taught you, Eric, you were such a pretty boy that I fantasised about having you all the time, did you know that?" Tiffany shook her head, while continuing to suck her old maths teacher's stubby cock.

"Oh yes. When I made love to my wife -- we were still together then -- I used to imagine that it was you underneath me ... Perhaps you'll do me a favour? Something you could say for me? For old times' sake?" He bent over and whispered into the ear of the sissy schoolgirl who was giving him such a splendid blowjob. Tiffany sighed and nodded her acquiescence.

When Mr Watkins tapped her head to indicate that he was ready, Tiffany moved on to the next teacher in line, a younger man with a deep tan and a slightly bigger than normal organ. But rather than kneel down this time, she leant forward to take it in her mouth, leaving her butt sticking out enticingly behind her. She felt Mr Watkins grasp her hips and slip easily inside her gaping hole.

As he began to hammer into her with a vigour that was surprising for a man of his bulk, she left off her oral duties for a moment and called out: "That's it, Mr Watkins, fuck my sweet ass! Fuck me hard, sir, I love feeling your cock in me!"

Hearing the words, and the acclamation of those around, her cheeks burned again at the shame and embarrassment she was so willingly suffering. And as she heard Mr Watkins cry out and add his spunk to the cum that Alyssa had already deposited inside him, she looked down the line of lustful teachers and saw another fourteen loads of liquid, creamy humiliation that were still to come ...

To be continued.