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<HTML>Subject: RP "Schoolboy Sissy Slut" pt (4/?) (humil, rape mmm/m, spank, oral, <BR>
From: mrpornwriter@hotmail.com<BR>
Date: 6/28/98 12:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time<BR>
Message-id: <12570eli$9806281233@qz.little-neck.ny.us><BR>
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<FONT SIZE=3 PTSIZE=10>Schoolboy Sissy Slut<BR>
(humil, rape mmm/m, spank, oral, forced tv/tg, f/m, fem-dom, ws, scat, M/m,<BR>
bi-male, F/m inc etc...)<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Legal Stuff<BR>
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If you're not old enough or mentally mature enough to read this story then<BR>
don't.<BR>
If this story is illegal in your country then delete it and set fire to your<BR>
hard disk.<BR>
<BR>
This story is entirely fictional. Any person or event that resembles those of<BR>
this story is purely co-incidental, and is quite frankly a miracle!<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Tell Me What You Think!<BR>
<BR>
Please keep your comments and ideas coming in about this and any other story.<BR>
It really is a great to hear from you all!<BR>
<BR>
Contact me at: mrpornwriter@hotmail.com<BR>
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Here's part 4. Hope you like it. More to cum!<BR>
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<BR>
Schoolboy Sissy Slut<BR>
<BR>
Part 4 Hot date At School<BR>
<BR>
"Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring" The bell sounded to signal the start of morning break.<BR>
David had got through his morning's lessons without bumping into either Lisa<BR>
and her friends, or Tony & co. He was very relieved not have seen any of<BR>
them, but at the same time he couldn't help thinking about Lisa. She<BR>
shouldn't have done what she did, but it wasn't her fault that he got<BR>
accosted in the changing room at the store. And God, she was beautiful.<BR>
<BR>
As he made his way out of the classroom after letting all the other pupils<BR>
leave first, David popped his head round the door to make sure the coast was<BR>
clear. This is ridiculous, he thought, as he cautiously made his way down the<BR>
corridor. I can't spend the rest of my school days constantly on the look out<BR>
for danger.<BR>
<BR>
Just then a door off the corridor opened and a hand grabbed David's collar and<BR>
yanked him inside. Before he knew it, the door had closed again and he found<BR>
himself in a small windowless supplies room. The arm that grabbed him belonged<BR>
to none other than Tony Gates, his original tormentor. Of course Darren and<BR>
Ashley were there too, leaning against a pile of exercise books, smoking<BR>
cigarettes.<BR>
<BR>
"Hi, Davey boy, glad you could join us." grinned Ashley as he stubbed out his<BR>
butt end on the tiled floor. "Whaa- what do you want?" David managed to say,<BR>
not really sure if he wanted to know the answer. "We've got some more clothes<BR>
for you to model for us." Answered Tony with a twinkle in his eye. All three<BR>
older boys approached David and the nightmare began again.<BR>
<BR>
A short while later the door of the storeroom opened. First out was Tony,<BR>
followed by David, Ashley and Darren. David was dressed in a long pleated<BR>
woollen skirt which came down to just below his knees. Underneath which, his<BR>
underpants had been replaced by a pair of thick winter panties and his ankle<BR>
socks by a pair of tights made from the same material. His top half began<BR>
with the same bra he'd been forced to wear round the playing field (it still<BR>
was damp and reeked of piss); then an off-white cheesecloth blouse covered by<BR>
a very chunky jumper. The gold earrings had also been restored, as well as a<BR>
thick application of the bright red lipstick.<BR>
<BR>
As David was escorted down the corridor by the evil boys, he winced at the<BR>
simple pair of girls flat shoes that were too tight for him. He was feeling<BR>
very uncomfortable indeed. It was a hot muggy day in the height of summer,<BR>
not the sort of weather for this get-up at all.<BR>
<BR>
"Where are we going?" asked David nervously, wiping a film of sweat from his<BR>
brow.<BR>
<BR>
"Why we're going to class of course", replied Tony smiling brightly.<BR>
<BR>
"Bu - but my classroom's the other way." He tried to pull away but the boys<BR>
grabbed his arms and virtually dragged him along in what was the wrong<BR>
direction.<BR>
<BR>
"Not your lesson stupid! You're coming to our next class, double Geography"<BR>
Ashley explained matter of factly.<BR>
<BR>
They entered an empty classroom at the end of the block.<BR>
"Oh good, nobody's arrived yet. We can sit where we like" remarked Darren.<BR>
<BR>
They went to the very back of the room and sat David down at a desk by the<BR>
window. Tony was next to him and the other two sat just in front. Ashley<BR>
fiddled with the blind until he found the right cord to raise it up, exposing<BR>
them to the bright sunshine.<BR>
<BR>
Soon the bell rang for the end of break and the rest of the class drifted in<BR>
from outside. The other boys and girls noticed the new addition to their fifth<BR>
year Geography class, and burst out laughing as they found their desks.<BR>
Eventually Mrs Wilkins, the teacher for the class, entered the room.<BR>
<BR>
Mrs Wilkins was a small, short-sighted woman in her late fifties. It was<BR>
generally acknowledged amongst the teachers and pupils of Fairmount that this<BR>
old widow was 'a few sandwiches short of a picnic'. Nearly forty years of<BR>
teaching had gradually reduced the poor woman's mental capabilities to the<BR>
extent that she often would stop in the middle of the sentence, and promptly<BR>
forget what she was talking about. The school would have retired the poor dear<BR>
along time ago, but there was a shortage of teachers in the county.<BR>
<BR>
The old lady put down a big pile of books on her desk and collapsed on her<BR>
chair.<BR>
"Good Mor - ning child - ren!" she sang loudly to the class.<BR>
<BR>
"Good Mor - ning Miss - is Wil - kins!", the whole class sang back. It was a<BR>
ritual that they didn't mind, as she was one of the few teachers who never<BR>
gave them a hard time about anything. If you didn't hand your homework in on<BR>
time, Mrs Wilkins was liable to forget that she had set any, and if she did<BR>
remember, all you had to say was that you'd given it to her the day before!<BR>
<BR>
"Now my petals, I've got a lot of marking to do, so would you mind awfully<BR>
reading the chapter twelve, 'Long-shore Drift' quietly to yourselves." Mrs<BR>
Wilkins took the first exercise book off the big stack and began her marking.<BR>
Some of the more academic minded students opened their text books while most<BR>
of the class turned round and started chatting to their friends.<BR>
<BR>
While the rest of the class, sat in the sweltering classroom in their rolled<BR>
up shirtsleeves, blazers round the back of their chairs, David had to endure<BR>
the sun's heat magnified by the window, still fully dressed in all the itchy<BR>
woollen clothes. His clammy legs stuck to his rough tights and skirt, and he<BR>
felt the trickle of sweat run down his sides.<BR>
<BR>
In desperation he tugged at the window latch. At least he could open the<BR>
window and let a bit of air in, he thought. Unfortunately as this classroom<BR>
was on the ground floor and there had been a lot of vandalism lately, the<BR>
windows had been clamped shut by the caretaker.<BR>
<BR>
Tony chuckled at David's vain attempt to get some air and pulled a can of<BR>
lemonade from his blazer pocket. "Ahh what's the mater David, feeling a bit<BR>
hot under the collar are we? Let me help you cool down a bit then." With<BR>
that, Tony shook the can of fizzy drink wildly and then held right in front<BR>
of his sissy slave's face. On opening the can, the lemonade sprayed all over<BR>
David's face and hair, covering him with the sticky liquid. While those in<BR>
the class who'd seen what happened laughed out loud, Tony pulled up the<BR>
bottom of David's thick jumper and wiped his face with the coarse woollen<BR>
cloth. Some of the lemonade had dripped down David's neck and seeped under<BR>
the collar of his rough cheesecloth blouse.<BR>
<BR>
After thirty more minutes of sitting in his scratchy sticky garments, the<BR>
reluctant cross-dresser felt extremely uncomfortable. To make matters worse,<BR>
he started to need the toilet. Hoping he could hold on to the end of the<BR>
lesson, David squeezed his legs together under his skirt. He didn't like the<BR>
way his girl's panties itched round his testicles and penis, but it was<BR>
either that or wet himself.<BR>
<BR>
Ten minutes later and the urge to pee had grown stronger rather than<BR>
subsiding. He squirmed around on his seat while rivers of perspiration poured<BR>
down from his thick wavy hair. His lips tasted of a mixture of <BR>
lipstick and salty sweat, and his face was hot and flushed.<BR>
<BR>
"Tony," he finally whispered when he could stand it no longer. "I need to go<BR>
to the toilet. Please let me out. I'm desperate!" he pleaded.<BR>
<BR>
Tony had already noticed the tell-tale signs of somebody bursting for a pee,<BR>
and was enjoying the suffering David was going through. "No, I don't think<BR>
so" he calmly replied. "You can wait until the end of the lesson."<BR>
<BR>
David moaned and stuck his hand over the front of his skirt and pressed his<BR>
hand down over his urine filled willie. There was no way he'd last to the end<BR>
of the lesson. Lunchtime wasn't for another half an hour! He had to get out<BR>
of there, and quick!<BR>
<BR>
"Miss, Miss!" he shrieked, waving his spare hand in the air. Mrs Wilkins<BR>
looked up from her desk and squinted as she tried to focus at the girl at the<BR>
back of the class.<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, what is it girl." The classroom erupted in laughter at the half-blind<BR>
teacher's mention of 'girl'.<BR>
<BR>
David ignored the vicious looks he was getting from the three boys around him<BR>
and stood up.<BR>
"Please Miss. I need the bathroom!"<BR>
<BR>
"Well go on then", answered Mrs Wilkins, who was used to her pupils leaving<BR>
the class when they wanted without getting permission.<BR>
<BR>
Tony leaned back in his chair to block David from getting past him, so he had<BR>
no choice but to climb on his chair and then on his desk. It was a peculiar<BR>
sight as the teenage boy clad in his long skirt and tights, scrambled onto<BR>
his desk and then jumped down on the other side.<BR>
<BR>
Mrs Wilkins gave him a strange look as he rushed past her and out the door of<BR>
the classroom. "And wipe that lipstick off while you're there!" she called<BR>
out as David left the room. "I don't know... girls of today!" she muttered<BR>
under her breath as she went back to her marking.<BR>
<BR>
David sprinted down the corridor, his full skirt billowing as he ran. His<BR>
bladder had leaked a small amount of urine when he made his escape over the<BR>
desk and it was now running down his tights and into his shoes. Eventually he<BR>
arrived at the toilets and rushed inside.<BR>
<BR>
He hurried to the long urinal, pulled down his wet tights and knickers half<BR>
way down and took out his little boy cock. Holding the skirt up with his<BR>
other hand he let out a long sigh as he sent a stream of piss into the trough<BR>
at his feet. He was even hotter now than before, what with having just<BR>
sprinted in all his hot itchy clothes. But at least he managed to save most<BR>
of his pee for the toilet.<BR>
<BR>
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing!" came a loud voice behind him<BR>
He quickly swung his head round to see the Deputy Headmaster, standing hands<BR>
on hips, with an incredulous look on his face.<BR>
<BR>
"Are the girl's toilets not working or something. I wasn't told..." The<BR>
Deputy Head stopped in mid-sentence as he caught sight of a boy's lipstick<BR>
covered face anxiously looking back at him. He walked up to David who was<BR>
still urinating strongly, and looked him up and down paying a lot attention<BR>
to his little willie emptying it's bladder.<BR>
<BR>
Robert Bates was a thin man in his early forties about 6'1" tall. He was well<BR>
aware that the kids called him 'Deputy Head MASTERBATES" behind his back, but<BR>
that didn't concern him at all. He was feared by everybody, including the<BR>
other teachers, and that was fine by him.<BR>
<BR>
The teacher stood beside David and unzipped his fly, pulling out a long thick<BR>
penis. He gave it a few pulls and soon he too was relieving himself in the<BR>
urinal.<BR>
"What's your name boy?"<BR>
<BR>
"Err... David Merton sir. I can explain everything!" he eagerly told the<BR>
Deputy."<BR>
<BR>
"Well you can tell me up in my office. Follow me." The teacher finished<BR>
pissing and tucked his cock back in his trousers. David hastily pulled up his<BR>
underwear and followed the teacher to the administration building.<BR>
<BR>
David Merton's suffering was now surely over.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
To Be Continued... (Part 5 on its way!)<BR>
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