Coming out on Top

Spankings, Humiliation, Body Modification, Forced TV, Hair removal & more M/f f/m CP!

"Come on you useless shit, Run or we will be last back !" Gail encouraged her friend Ellen as they ran the last ½ mile back to school. The reason why they were running was they were on a cross country run in their PE lesson and the reason why the 2 most athletic girls in the lower 6th were last was that they had taken an unauthorised diversion into the village. Ellen wanted to buy tickets to a concert and they were selling out fast. The chances of seeing her pop idols close up was worth the risk of a detention in her book.

As the ran along the access road to Hope School, a luxury car passed them, slowing to walking pace as it drew level. "What's up perv ?" Shouted Gail "Never seen a girl running before ?"

"Yeah" said Ellen, " Wanna see my arse peeping from under my skirt ?" She grasped the hem at the back of her skirt allowing a perfect view of her pert bottom tightly wrapped in her PE knickers bobbing along as she ran. The car accelerated away as Gail flipped him a one fingered salute. "What a letch" said Gail, "I know we must look a bit horny in our netball skirts and tops, but actually slowing down for a better look, it's disgusting!"

"Yeah" replied Ellen "I just hope he wasn't heading for the school. I don't think he appreciated our little demonstration.

As they turned into the school gates, both girls felt uneasy as they saw the same car parked next to the main doors. They sprinted around to the back of the school and headed for the changing room in the sports block. Both girls collapsed onto the benches around the edge of the room and tried to get their breath back. The changing room was half empty, but the noise from the showers suggested that most, if not all girls had beaten them back. Gail peeled off her very sweaty T-Shirt and kicked off her trainers and socks. Ellen also stripped off and was soaping up in the showers when a hand grabbed her roughly around her arm. Miss Matless ( Known universally as Miss Mattress due to her broad physique) had also grabbed Gail and before either girl could complain, had dragged them out of the changing room.

"So" she said "Would you like to tell me where you have been for the last hour ?"

"On the run Miss" replied Gail

"And why would my 2 best students be back some 10 minutes after the last girl may I ask ?" Questioned their teacher.

"I, I got a stitch and Gail waited for me to get my breath back" Stammered Ellen, dripping wet and shivering naked in the corridor.

"And that explains your altercation with a member of the public in Hope Lane does it ?" said Miss Matless. "Both of you are coming with me to see the Head. The reputation of the school has been tarnished and we all know how much the Head sees the reputation of the school as a beacon to the community."

Both girls were well aware of the importance of the school to the village of Hope Asterly. The rural, isolated countryside that surrounded them offered little in the way employment and the boarding school of over 500 students provided a vital source of income. If the reputation of the school was damaged, numbers could fall and the money would dry up.

Ellen returned to the changing room just long enough to grab her bra and PE knickers before both girls were escorted upstairs. The trio approached the double doors that led into the heads office. Miss Matless knocked and a voice boomed "Enter". Shaking slightly, the half naked girls timidly entered the room and both gasped as they saw the "Perv" sat by the headmaster desk.

"You probably don't know Mr Bruce, he is a potential new school investor and is visiting today to assess the school as an investment opportunity." The head intoned "I understand that he was stopping to ask for instructions to the school when he witnessed a display almost unheard of in Hope's history"

"We're both very sorry" Sobbed Ellen "We mistook Mr Bruce for someone else. We didn't mean to hurt the school's reputation sir"

"Don't apologise to me Girl" Bellowed the Head. "it's Mr Bruce you offended."

"Yes sir, Mr Bruce, we are very sorry indeed" Wailed Ellen

"In my day you would both have received a sound thrashing for your actions" rumbled Mr Bruce "It's a shame corporal punishment has been banned in schools now.

"Well, said the head "As both girls are over 16, we can punish them as we see fit. The canes are long gone, but I am sure both girls would prefer a spanking to a suspension and being sent home from term early and in disgrace." From the shocked look on both girl's faces, this was obviously not a possibility that either girl had even remotely considered.

"I think we can take the fact that you are both still stood here as agreement to the punishment" said the Head "Miss Matless will remain to supervise and perhaps Mr Bruce would like to carry out the punishment."

"With pleasure" said Mr Bruce I am glad to see such a proactive approach to discipline. I think 12 spanks each should suffice. You girl, Gail isn't it? You insulted me first, so you can take your punishment first as well. Come over here and I think we should have your bottomed bared, don't you ?" Gail edged over towards him, but soon found herself propelled forward by Miss Matless. She tried to remove her navy blue PE knickers, but found they were tucked in above the waistband of her skirt. She felt Miss Matless's hands come around her waist and start to undo her skirt. For a moment, we thought that she would be bared to all those within the room, but instead, her PE teacher slid the skirt up around her smooth, flat tummy allowing her knickers to be removed from underneath, ensuring at least a little modesty. "Right, over my knee girl" Barked Mr Bruce Gail shuffled over to him with her knickers around her ankles. She lent over the man's knees and extended her hands to the floor, her bottom and knees clasped tightly together. Her severely shortened skirt rode up to half clear her bottom but Mr Bruce soon swept it back to reveal a tight, toned rump, quivering and expectant. He rested his hand upon her bottom and waited until the muscles started to relax a little. Then, Smack, smack, smack, the first 3 blows were delivered quickly and with precision. Gail gasped in surprise as the first wave of pain hit her. Her instinct was to stand up or rub her bottom, but the firm grip of Mr Bruce prevented either of these options. Instead, she settled for a long sobbing wail and stamping her feet on the ground. "Settle down girl, you still have 9 strokes to go. We will be here all day" snapped Mr Bruce. The next 3 were even harder and aimed at the top of the thighs. Gail was even less stoic and sobbed even louder while begging Mr Bruce to stop. Miss Matless put a stop to the noise by scooping Gail's damp and sweaty knickers from the floor and stuffing them into her mouth. The muffled sobs continued, but Gail stopped thrashing around.

The next 3 strokes were aimed at the tender flesh at the base of Gail's back. Mr Bruce delivered each stroke methodically and with military precision. Gail abandoned all pretensions of modesty and spread her legs widely in a futile attempt to relieve the stinging. Mr Bruce took full advantage of the situation and landed a blow up and between her thighs, his stinging fingers making contact with her exposed vagina. Although the pain was not so intense, the humiliation of being spanked directly on her pussy was as much as Gail could bear. She hardly felt the last 2 blows, delivered across her bottom directly upon the area of the first 3 spanks.

Mr Bruce released her but she just lay there, a beaten and submissive girl. "Get up child" Mr Bruce growled. "It was only a spanking. Now stand in the corner and watch me punish your accomplice." Painfully, Gail got up and moved to the corner of the room. She went to remove the stinking knickers from her mouth, but Miss Matless stopped her. "Leave them there girl" she warned "Let them remind you of your behaviour for a while longer"

Ellen was not so lucky as Gail with her modesty. As she had left her skirt in the changing room, she was all but naked when she removed her navy knickers in front of them all. She clasped her hands across her neatly trimmed pussy and her bra was nearly transparent from the accumulated water of the shower and the sweat from the anticipation of what was now to follow. The effect was not lost on Mr Bruce and he left her standing there for longer than was necessary as her blushes grew. Eventually he beckoned her over and she nervously lay over his lap.

The first strokes slapped across the girl's damp, sweaty bottom. She yelped in pain and struggled so much that she nearly fell from Mr Bruce's lap. Miss Matless grabbed her legs and pinned them spread eagled, to the ground. Like Gail's this had the effect of opening her pussy to Mr Bruce's advantage and he landed not 1 but 3 strokes upon it. "OW OW OW" she sobbed as the pain and humiliation hit home. Mr Bruce still had 6 strokes to give, but was mindful of not delivering them to an area that would be on view as the girls left the office. Instead, he left 3 red hand prints of each buttock. He allowed Ellen to stand and she did so, almost running to stand with Gail in the corner. "Let that be a lesson to both of you." The head warned. "Any more trouble and you will be sent home in disgrace." Now go and get changed for you next lesson.

Ellen looked around for her abandoned knickers, but they were nowhere to be seen. Before she could locate them, Miss Matless shooed them out into an ante room. "Oh Miss, I've left my knickers in there she sobbed"

"Tough" said the PE teacher you will have to borrow Gail's to walk back to the changing room." Gail took her own knickers out of her mouth and handed them to her friend. Miss Matless watched as both girls painfully adjusted their dress and then led them back to the now empty changing room.

"Ellen, you are already showered, so you can get dressed and head or to your next lesson." She said. "Gail, you must wait until the next class is changed before showering. You will stand and face the wall and wait until they have all changed and left."

"Yes miss" Gail muttered. She took up her position and faced the wall, acutely aware that with her skirt still hitched up so high, even the slightest movement would display her naked and poorly concealed beaten bottom to the incoming class. Her breasts were covered in only her sports bra, but this was also almost transparent with sweat. She longed for her ordeal to be over so she could sneak back to her dorm and try to come to terms with her situation. She heard Ellen dress and pack her PE kit away, apologising to Gail the whole time, but it was in the quiet that followed that she suddenly realised in horror what may happen next.

Hope School had only started taking girls some 4 years ago and some facilities were still not co-educational. This included the changing rooms. There was in fact, just 1 room, with a combined shower and bath area to 1 end. Although most lessons were taught together, PE was always taught separately. What if it was a boys group in next ? They were bound to notice her standing there with her exposed and now bright red bottom. She listened hard as the bell went and sure enough, the sound of male voices approached the changing room.

"Hey, what's this ?" shouted Peter Burns, a bully of a boy who as usual had pushed his way into the changing room first. He approached the quivering girl and raised her skirt to view the red and sore derriere beneath. He gently brushed her bottom with his hand. She furiously smoothed her skirt back down, fighting back tears of embarrassment. He chuckled and walked over to the pile of her clothes on the bench nearby. "These yours ?" he enquired "A shame if they all got wet and you had to walk back to your dorm dressed like that. He bundled the uniform up along with the discarded netball top and flung them into the communal bath that was filling for the boy's return.

"Burns". Peter spun around. Standing by the door was Mr Jenkins, the boys PE teacher who had obviously walked in at just the wrong time. "What the hell are you doing.

"Nothing sir" Protested the boy "I just found these clothes in the bath sir, I was trying to fish them out."

"Rubbish" bellowed the teacher "Don't lie to me ! I saw you assault that girl and throw her clothes into the bath. Is that any way to treat a guest ? Now climb into the bath and retrieve the clothes." The boy started to strip, but the teacher stopped him. "No, no, you can climb in as you are." The water was nearly 3' deep and the clothes had sunk to the bottom of the bath. The bubbles made it difficult to see all the garments and so Peter was very wet by the time he had gathered them all together. He half swum to the side and dumped the sodden clothes in a pile on the floor. "You will wash, dry and iron all this clothing this afternoon and return them to Gail in her Dorm House this evening" Demanded Mr Jenkins "Only then will you change or dry your own clothes." The boy became only too aware how uncomfortable an afternoon he was to endure.

"And now Gail," Said Mr Jenkins, turning to the poor girl "We need to find you some dry clothes. How about Burn's football kit, is it clean ?"

"Yes sir" said a boy stood next to Burn's sports bag "He washed it last night"

"Good said the teacher. Right, all of you, come over here and form a circle around Gail FACING OUTWARDS PLEASE, and now Gail if you would like to change into the kit, I would like to invite you to join us for football practice this afternoon" Gail's face lit up, she loved football but the girls only played netball and had gym and athletic sessions. The chance to play her favourite game was too good to miss, even with her sore bottom. "Thank you sir" she replied excitedly. She quickly removed her skirt and pulled on the football shirt and shorts. Fortunately, the shorts had a soft inner liner and were quite comfortable. She put on the socks and laced up her trainers. "I'm ready sir" she announced

"OK boys, carry on changing and we will start the tactical briefing. Sit on the bench with the boys please Gail" Gail sat down amongst the boys, many of whom were trying to change without exposing too much flesh to her and watched as Mr Jenkins outlined the afternoon's training. As the boys all wore lined shorts, they were all stripping off and she got a lot of exciting flashes of bottoms and cocks as they readied themselves for the games. Peter Burns simply stood by the bath and shivered. He had wrung out her clothing as much as he could but all the clothing would need a good wash and iron before it could be worn again. As the boys filed out, Peter watched them go. "Don't just stand there boy, you are to watch the training from the side lines until the laundry rooms opens at 3.30" Barked Mr Jenkins "I just hope you don't catch a cold"

Gail had the time of her life. The boys were most gracious with her to start off with, but as her skills became apparent, their admiration grew. She played a supporting role in midfield, setting up 2 goals and helping her team to win the match. "You are an excellent player" remarked Mr Jenkins "What lesson do you normally have at this time ?"

"A study supervision period with the juniors" replied Gail

"Hmm, I think we can get you excused from that, I think you can join us each week. Burns can cover your supervision stint and I will ask Miss Matless about him joining the Girls for PE instead." Everybody on the pitch applauded this idea. The bully always dominated the training, but played without any real skill. The thought of him playing Netball and running with the girls appealed to them all.

As they walked back into the changing room, Gail wondered how she could change, as she had no clean or dry clothes. Mr Jenkins solved the problem by handing her a tracksuit.

"Why not join us for a bath" Asked a good looking boy called Chris "You can keep your kit on and everything, come on, it will be a laugh" Gail hung back as the boys stripped off and headed for the communal bath that had been home to her uniform an hour before. "Sod it" she thought, "I'm in" She stripped off her football shirt and hesitated before removing her bra and shorts. A huge cheer erupted as she splashed into the water and sunk beneath the foam "Best behaviour boys" warned Mr Jenkins, but he needn't have bothered. The boys were much more worried about revealing their immature manhood to Gail then she was about them gawping at her toned and pert body. The redness on her bottom had already receded and the sight of so many naked young men left her in a state of serious excitement. Her breasts floated gently upon the foam as she allowed Chris to wash her hair and soap her young body from head to toe.

As she rose from the water someone handed her a towel and the ring around her reformed allowing her to towel her perfect body dry before dressing and heading back to her dorm.

Ellen was sitting on the bed in the room they shared as she returned. Her eyes open wide and she gasped as Gail recounted the afternoon's events to her. "I can't believe your luck" Ellen exclaimed. "I had to supervise the little brats by myself and I'm sure they knew what had just happened to me. I can only just sit down now."

Well, we might have a bit more fun in about an hour" Confided Gail "Peter Burns has to return my clothing and I think the house matron might let us have a little fun with him when he gets here" The matron listened as Gail filled her in on the day's events. She was cross about the episode with Mr Bruce, but felt both girls had been punished sufficiently. "So Burns is to do PE with the girls from now on" she mused "I think we should sort him out with a suitable uniform and PE kit before he leaves, don't you" All the girls present giggled at the thought of one of the boys dressed in a skirt and blouse, and were already looking forward to seeing his arse wrapped in a pair of PE knickers peeking from underneath a netball skirt.

As Peter approached the Girl's house carrying a neat pile of freshly laundered clothes, he was filled with trepidation. This area was out of bounds to all boys and he guessed he was not in for an easy ride. He knocked on the door and was surprised to be ordered inside. In the common room, the entire house contingent was sat around the walls while a chair had been set in the middle of the room. "Over to the chair boy" ordered the Matron taking the clothes from him. Peter stood by the chair, shivering in his still wet clothes. "Strip and dry yourself off you silly boy" barked the matron "you don't want a chill do you." Peter stripped down to his underpants "All of it" came the command. With a look of pleading on his face is turned to Gail for support. Gail just grinned and winked at him. "Come on big boy, lets see what you've got, I want to see if you stack up to your classmates" All the girls laughed and Peter eventually pulled down his pants to reveal his prick, shrunken to near invisibility by the cold, damp clothing he had endured all afternoon. A burst of laughter rang out as he tried to hide behind the chair, but he was too late. Every girl in the school had seen him naked and he knew he could never live it down. The Matron now approached him carry a tin of evil smelling cream. The girls recognised it as the depilatory cream many of them used on their legs and armpits. This was industrial strength stuff that inhibited re-growth for months. "Stand up straight boy" The matron ordered. She donned a pair of rubber gloves and proceeded to smear a thick layer onto Peter's entire body from the neck down. She took great care to rub the cream well into his genitals, butt and chest. Peter had never heard of hair removal cream, but as the burning sensation increased over the full 20 minutes the matron made him stand there, he guessed what might be happening. The matron returned carrying a small stack of rough looking cloths. She started to methodically wipe him down, starting at the neck and shortly, all trace of cream and body hair was gone. "You smell like a chemical factory" snapped the matron "Get into the shower and wash thoroughly" She escorted him to a shower room and watched as he showered and lathered with the perfumed soap. As soon as he was dry, she brought him back into the common room to endure more shouts of derision as Gail and Ellen helped him dress in the girl's regulation school uniform. The Navy knickers and white bra went on first - a pair of socks were rolled up and stuffed into the cups, a pair of navy tights were pulled on with great difficulty as they were a bit small. The tights flattened out any bulge that might have been present but left the boy in some discomfort. A white blouse was buttoned up and an old fashioned pinafore dress was pulled over the boys head and zipped into place. The tie, shoes, blazer and boater completed the transformation and Peter hung his head in shame. "Here's your PE Kit" said the matron "Don't forget, you are to present yourself to Miss Matless at the beginning of the lesson. She will supervise your changing in the corridor outside the changing room and will allow you to shower when the girls have changed after the lesson is over."

"How long am I supposed to dress like this" asked Peter "Until the end of term, at least" replied the Matron "We feel that your attitude may well improve when you are on the other end of the bullying. Now go back to your Dorm House and get your Prep done." Peter left and headed back to his dormitory.

"You girl" a voice rang out "What are you doing in the boys house ? it's out of bounds" Peter turned to see who had called and saw Mr Jenkins the PE teacher approaching. Mr Jenkins laughed when he saw who it was "You make a very convincing girl Burns, even if you are somewhat ugly. Now get to your room and get your homework finished before lights out." Peter made his way through the building enduring many looks, laughs, catcalls and gropes. He ran to his room and started to pull his uniform off. It was only when he stripped down to his new underwear that he realised that all his normal clothing was missing from his locker. Even his shorts and t-shirt he normally slept in were missing. The only thing in there was a pair of pink satin pyjamas and a spare pair of knickers. He sat on his bed and wept. He decided to risk the punishment for not doing his prep and pulled on the pyjamas before climbing into bed. His roommates returned some time later and jeered and abused him until they tired of it and went to bed themselves.

The next week was hell for Peter. His arse was mercilessly pinched wherever he went, his padded chest was groped and his new bra strap pulled whenever possible. The class started calling him Petunia and ignored him at break and prep times. Even the girls just laughed as he walked around and all reminded him of his further ordeal to come. It was soon the morning of his first PE lesson with the girls. Peter picked up his PE kit and headed for the changing room. He met Miss Matless outside her office and she escorted him to the corridor that ran to the changing room. "Change here" she said, indicating to a chair in the passageway. He started to change as the girls started to stream past. "That's it, everything off, your sports underwear is in the bag." supervised the teacher. She helped him with the clasp on the bra and positioned his netball skirt correctly. Gail and Ellen passed by and looked Peter up and down and Gail said "I hope you like netball Petunia, I know I'm looking forward to seeing your bum underneath your flapping skirt." They laughed and swept him outside.

The games lesson was as bad as it could have been. The girls took every opportunity to humiliate Peter, and he was soon reduced to tears as his skirt was ripped from him for the 4 ^th time. "If you can't keep your skirt on, you can leave it by the goal post "Shouted Miss Matless. In frustration with the lack of concentration the girls were showing, she abandoned the netball and sent them on a run around the playing fields. As they left her sight, things for Peter got a lot, lot worse.

As Peter rounded the fence that separated the fields from the school, Gail, Ellen and half a dozen other powerfully built girls were laying in wait for him. Before he new it, he was tripped over and laying on his back, all 4 limbs pinned down. Gail strode over him, gazing down past her muscular frame at the quivering boy beneath her. She then sat comfortably upon his chest facing his legs. Wham ! her fist hit him in the groin harder than he could imagine. He groaned and tried to fold into the foetal position, but the girls hung on and he remained pinned to the ground as all the fight went out of him. With some difficulty, Ellen removed his knickers revealing his prick, still as shrunken as ever. She grabbed it between finger and thumb and pulled it as hard as she could. "No good" she said "I can't find more than a few inches here.

"Lets try his tongue then" said Gail. She lifted herself a little and pulled down her own knickers revealing her bottom and moist pussy and then sat heavily upon Peter's face. "Now see how far you can stick your tongue up my arse" she demanded. It was not pleasant. He tried to lick her clit or gain entry into her pussy but Gail shifted her position and left him no option but to investigate her sweaty, smelly anus. His tongue licked, tentatively at first, but then penetrated deeper and deeper as Gail puckered anus relaxed. She grunted and farted wetly. Peter spluttered and the girls all laughed. "Carry on" she said or I'll get Ellen to kick you so hard your bollocks will explode. Peter resumed his duties and found himself becoming hard despite the thought of what he was actually doing. He had never a sexual experience and the closeness of his head to Gail's sex was intoxicating, despite the situation he was forced to endure.

Eventually, Gail was satisfied and lifted her weight from his face. "We'd better get going or Mattress will get suspicious." They got to there feet and dragged Peter up too. "Get your knickers on slut, we need to hurry back" He found his knickers, pulled them on and hurried after the others. His hard on soon subsided as they ran the last few hundred yard back to the waiting PE teacher. "Right girls, in the showers quickly please. Gail, please get changed for your football practice and then come and get Peter when the girls are suitably dressed please." Peter helped the teacher pack away the netballs before retrieving his skirt and walking back to his chair in the corridor. To his surprise his pile of clothes and bag were gone. He sat down and waited for Gail to fetch him in for the next stage of his humiliation, a shower in front of all the 6 ^th form girls. Gail opened the door and beckoned him into the changing room. The smell of perfume and talc filled the air and he could see many of the girls were only just dressing, their bras and knickers still in evidence. He made his way to the showers where Gail was waiting. "Right slut, strip and get in there. You smell worse than my arse" All the girls laughed at this insult and Peter hurried to obey. Ellen helped him remove the sweaty garments and lifted his netball top over his head. She propelled him into the showers with a swift slap to his bottom and he pranced into the showers to the screams of laughter of the girls. The shower was freezing ! "Oh sorry, did we use all the hot water ?" called Ellen as he shivered in the cold spray. She threw him a bottle of scented shampoo and he washed his hair and body until the smell of Gail's bottom was but a memory. The shower stopped abruptly and Peter walked out to fetch a towel. Many of the girls had gone by this time, but Gail and Ellen remained. Gail had changed into her football kit – His football kit until last week. She looked more like a tomboy than ever, while he felt more like a little girl every minute. He pulled on his clothes and headed for the door. "Not so fast" said Gail I have another task for you to complete. She removed her shorts and forced Peter to lie on the bench. She lowered her still wet pussy onto Peter's mouth and forced him to lick her until she came in one huge orgasmic wave. "Do you know" said Gail, panting slightly "I really do enjoy coming out on top, don't you"

Peter woke the following morning coughing and shivering. The previous week's events had left him feeling very run down and his body had finally had enough. His bunk mate took one look at him and went to fetch the house master. He summoned the matron who insisted he be taken to her room where she could nurse him intensively. So Peter ended up tucked into bed in the Matron's room in the girl's dormitory house.

The matron was the stereotypical figure of a school house mother. In her mid 50s, she was a plump, busty woman dressed in the eternal nurse's uniform of the buttoned dress of her profession. She was strict and did not suffer malingerers gladly, but would tend to the genuinely ill with the care of a mother. She sat on Peter's bed and took his temperature and tucked his covers a little deeper. "The Paracetamol will take effect soon" she said "you will feel a little better by tonight I think, in the meantime, just rest" She turned off the light and Peter drifted off to sleep.

By that evening, Peter felt well enough to get up. The Matron allowed him to sit in the common room with the girls for an hour before lights out, but sent him to back to her room as he started to tire. He sat next to her on the sofa in her living room and she cuddled him to her bosom. Peter nuzzled her breast and was surprised not to be pushed away. In fact, the matron pulled him closer and had unbuttoned the top of her dress. She manipulated her breasts until a nipple had popped from her bra and fell into Peter's waiting mouth. He sucked on the nipple and found comfort and solace. He then tasted the warm, sweet liquid that was breast milk. He looked up a little shocked but the matron simply smiled and stroked his head as she nursed him. He carried on suckling for almost half an hour until the flow ceased and he felt satisfied. He fell into a comfortable doze and allowed the matron to tuck him into the bed like a baby.

The following morning Peter felt well enough to get up and return to his dormitory, but the Matron had other plans. "I think you can move into the Girls House until the end of term" She said. "I will make you up a bed in the box room in my quarters and you will use my bathroom." Peter had very mixed feelings about this. He did not wish to become a girl, he wanted to get back into trousers and rejoin his friends, but he also enjoyed the close company of the girls, even Gail and Ellen were less frosty with him now. He also guessed that the matron might well continue to nurse him despite his return to health and the previous session had certainly been an experience. But he had no choice. The porters brought his things over and set up a bed in the box room that led off the matron's own bedroom. After lessons and tea that day he headed to his new home and settled to his prep. At lights out he made his way to his bedroom and changed for bed. As he headed to the bathroom he walked back through the Matron's room. She was getting ready for bed herself, her dress was unbuttoned showing her plump frame and sturdy underwear. He blushed and looked away. She smiled and walked over to him. "It's alright, you won't embarrass me, I wouldn't have had you move in if it did." She pulled him closer to her, his head pushed into her bosom again "Did you enjoy yourself last night" She asked

"Sort of" Peter replied

"I know it must be confusing for you right now, but love can come in many forms. Would you like to kiss my breasts again ?"

Peter nuzzled between her great pendulous breasts and caressed the soft flesh with his hands. He kissed the softly scented skin before allowing his tongue to touch her large, engorged nipple. She pulled him away a little and led him to her bed. She reclined onto the pillows and encouraged Peter to join her. He willingly climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, recommencing his attentions to her bosom.

Peter felt the matrons hands exploring his body, his neck, his chest and slipping gently down to discover his yearning cock through the thin satin of the girls pyjamas he wore. Peter was unsure what to do next. This woman he had known for 5 years as a mother figure was now leading him into his first sexual experience. He stopped and moved away a little. The matron sensed his discomfort and sought to reassure him. "It's OK, just do what feels natural. I am not going to hurt you" She reached down and removed her knickers. These were almost the same as the full briefs the girls wore as part of their uniform, but unlike them, her vagina was mature, pronounced and open. She grasped his hand and led it down to her very well trimmed pussy, She saw him looking at the few wisps of hair that were left "Much more hygienic" She smiled still working his hand into the proper position. Peter had never touch a woman in such a gentle and intimate way before, he had tried to grope a few girls but they had resisted and the flesh had been unyielding to his touch. This was different. Her pussy was warm and the skin felt soft and pliable. With a little guidance is worked a few fingers between the folds of her labia and slid them into the soft pink tunnel. The matron spread her legs wider and her clit and puckered pink anus came into view. Peter reached with his other hand and stroked the nub of the clit as it peeked out from under it's hood. He bent down and kissed her pussy. The sensation was so different from the forced licking of Gail's arse and pussy, this was something he wanted to do. The matron stretched the skin and rotated her hips to get Peter's tongue to the positions she wanted. First her clit, then her pussy and even her anus. Soon Peter was gripping her hips and pressing his head into her groin as hard as he could.

With a great shuddering groan, the Matron came. She pulled Peter up and kissed him full on the lips. "Thank you" she said "I think we will get on quite well together" She reached down and grabbed his cock. It was still very hard, but was only a few inches long and not wide enough for her to feel in her capacious pussy. Instead, she guided it between her breasts and he tit fucked her to orgasm.

Peter lay next to the Matron on her bed, hardly believing the experience he had just had. He dozed gently and felt the matron get up and head for the shower. After a few minutes he followed her into the shower room and joined her in the cubicle. She smiled and beckoned him in, clutching a sponge and bottle of sweet smelling soap. She washed him from head to toe before they towelled each other dry and headed back to the bedroom. Good night she whispered as he walked back to his bedroom. Little did Peter know what awaited him in the morning.

As Peter awoke he sensed all was not right. There had been a couple of urgent phone calls and a hurried whispered discussion out of earshot as he had come to. The Matron came into his room and sat on the end of his bed. The maternal air was back, gone was the sensual woman whom he pleasured a few hours before. "I understand you live with your Grandmother outside of term time, is that correct ?

"Yes it is"

"Do you have any other relatives ?

"No, my parents died when I was young, Gran used their money to keep me and send me here, Why"

"I have some very bad news" Said the Matron "Your Grandmother was found dead this morning. It appears she had a massive stroke and died very quickly. I am very sorry"

Peter did not know what to say. He was not that close to his grandmother, but she had been his only link with the past.

"We will of course arrange for you to go to the funeral and attend to any thing else that you need to" went on the matron "I will come with you if you wish" Peter nodded mutely.

The week before the funeral passed as a blur. Peter's relationship with the matron became maternal again, but she did insist that he wore the girls uniform and remain sleeping in her quarters. The funeral was a small affair as there were no mourners other than Peter & the Matron. She took him back to his Grandmother's home and helped him pack his belongings and a few keepsakes into her car. The house was to be sold and when Peter was 21, he would be a wealthy man. All his school fees would be paid and he would want for nothing. The problem was who would care for him until he reached the age of 18. At the age of 15, he was unlikely to be fostered and living in a children's home would mean him leaving school. In the end, the solution was found. The matron agreed to foster Peter and care for him until he left school. She became both mother and lover to him. The fact she was keeping him petticoated left him with few male friends and none of the girls were interested past friendship.

The Matron had decided Peter's fate even before she became his guardian. She was not looking for some immature toy boy, but a slave to service her needs. A slave did not need a cock, and a girl would be much easier to keep. The first stage was to stop his willy working and to feminize him and soften his body. Large doses of hormones delivered in his food soon started the process. He was effectively chemically castrated and within weeks, hard-on's and orgasms became a distant memory for him. Within months, his breasts started to grow and his nipples gained huge sensitivity. But is was the attitude change that was most obvious. Being exposed to girls for most of the day and subject to the Matrons close attentions each evening left Peter without the need to show aggression and the testosterone fuelled competitiveness that filled most boys of his age. He soon started to accept the wearing of girl's clothes as normal and his yearnings for his old uniform subsided. The matron hoped that within a year she could persuade him to have his genitals removed, leaving him a sexless eunuch for her pleasure.

It was over 2 months after his Grandmother's funeral that the Matron had some good news for Peter. "I think it is time you moved back into a dormitory"

"Not a boy's dormitory Ma'am ?"

"No my darling a room in the girl's house, I think you can be trusted. Come and meet your new room mates" The Matron led the way to a small, 4 bedded room on the top floor. These rooms were used by the 6 ^th form girls as they were more private than the larger dorms and each had it's own shower and toilet. The matron opened the door to reveal Gail and Ellen, Peter's old adversaries.

"Him Ma'am" Wailed Ellen "A boy in our room, it's outrageous, I write to tell my parents its…"

"Its not a problem" Interrupted Gail "We will make him welcome, won't we Ellen ?" Ellen looked sulky but did not argue with her friend.

"Good, if that's sorted, we can move your things in then Polly" Matron used the female form of his name she had adopted. She knew that Gail had already thought of some fun with the boy to further weaken his resolve. She also knew that he was completely impotent and that sex was not an option. Peter looked very apprehensive, but Matron knew no lasting harm would be done to him.

A Little later that evening as the trio changed for bed, Gail started the first stage of her plan. As Peter stripped off she approached him from behind and grasped his prick with a vice like grip. "What's this piece of flesh then ? It doesn't seem to do very much"

"it's just part of the old me" Mumbled Peter, I don't like to think about it any more."

"Hmm, well we might have to see about that" We knelt in front of Peter and placed the flaccid member in her mouth. She sucked and caressed, but to no avail. His shrivelled balls did not produce enough testosterone to combat the huge amounts of female hormones coursing round the body and his willy remained unresponsive. Tiring of her game Gail tried something new. She laid Peter on his bed and straddled his unresisting body. She had recently shaved her pussy and now positioned her denuded pudenda over his nose and mouth. "I wonder if your technique has improved over the last few months, because you were pretty crap to start off with" She relaxed onto his mouth and felt his willing tongue explore her young tight pussy. Ellen stood back and watched, willing her friend to let her have a turn on their own personal human dildo. Gail beckoned her closer, placed her hand upon her friends moist pussy. She smiled when she felt the dampness started to finger fuck her while feeling her own mounting pleasure. "Change positions" she demanded "Ellen take Peters place and you can lick her pussy while she licks mine" A melee of naked bodies ensued, but soon everybody had settled into a new regime and 2 orgasms were not far away. "Lick my arse and penetrate me with your fingers" Gasped Ellen and Gail obliged. Peter got the idea and did the same to Gail, he licked her anus and worked his tongue deeply into her passage. He slid first one, then two, then 3 fingers into moist, accommodating pussy, felling her come as her anus contract around his tongue and her pussy pulsate and grind on his fingers. His pleasure was only in making others come. He felt no urge to be touched or satisfied and his dick remained soft.

"You are getting a bit hairy again Peter" Remarked Gail

"Shall I run down and get the depilatory cream from Matron ?" Asked Ellen

"No, I think we should try something a bit longer lasting. Let's wax him" Replied Gail. The girls busied themselves preparing the bowl of hot wax and strips of cloth with which to wrench out as much of Peter's body hair as possible.

"Lie on that blanket on the bed" Ordered Ellen and Peter complied. He lay face down, but Ellen slapped his naked arse and ordered him to turn over. "Legs first, then your crotch, balls and bum I think. If we have enough wax left we will do your armpits and chest as well"

The warm wax felt quite nice as the spread the first strips on. The removal was not so pleasant though. The girls pressed the strips of cloth onto the wax and ripped them off with a flick of the wrist. The front of the legs were not too bad, but the thighs and backs were quite painful and as they started around his balls and shrivelled cock, he could not help but to cry out in pain. The girls were both merciless and thorough. The smeared the wax down his arse crack to reach every possible hair and if they missed any hair they re-waxed and plucked until after an hour and a half, they were satisfied with the lower half of his body.

"OK, chest and armpits then" Said Ellen looking into the bowl of wax and deciding they had enough. Peter's chest hair was light and wispy and so took no time at all. His under arms only took a little longer, but the wax was getting a bit sticky and they pulled off quite a bit of skin as well, causing Peter to cry out again. Matron heard the cries and came in to see the problem. When she saw the waxing and the professional job the girls were doing, she seemed satisfied. "Don't forget the tea tree oil after he has showered" she said "Send Peter down and I will apply it and check for any in-growing hairs or possible infection problems"

Peter stepped into the shower accompanied by a naked Gail. She gently washed his skin with a medicated soap, taking care to work it well into every nook and cranny. As the water cascaded down, she pushed Peters head down between her legs and forced him to pleasure her yet again. The stream of water flowing down Gail's body combined with the deep moist tunnel of her pussy made it hard for Peter to breathe, but Gail did not care. She held his head firmly into position, so he sucked and licked as his head reeled and he almost passed out. Eventually, she came, releasing her grip just before he lost consciousness he collapsed back against the edge of the cubicle, gasping for breath. She look down at his white face and almost blue lips and laughed. "If you puke, I'll force you to clean it up with your tooth brush, so hold onto it OK"

A little later, Peter made his way down to the Matron's room wrapped only in a towel. She was waiting for him, but did not seem to mind that he was late. She applied the tea tree oil with a cloth to his damp body. The lotion was soon absorbed and the antiseptic properties made his skin sting a little. She fingered his cock and was pleased to see it remained unresponsive. "I think we should consider a little operation" she said "Your balls are unnecessary now, and I think we will remove them. We will have you cock removed as well to stop any nasty bulges in your knickers. Peter did not object. More and more, he felt like an outsider watching these things happening to someone else. The fact that the woman he had trusted for over 5 years was proposing to remove his last link with masculinity did not seem to register with him. He nodded mutely and stood there passively as the Matron made the arrangements for the surgery the following week.

Peter and the matron arrived at the small private hospital on the following Monday morning. Peter was dressed in his normal school girl uniform, although the hormone treatment had long since made the socks in his bra obsolete. A smiling nurse met them and took them to a private room. The matron left the young nurse to help Peter undress and prepare him for the operation. She slid all his clothes from him and then shaved the odd bit of stubble from his groin. She fingered his soft cock and seemed disappointed not to get a reaction. She leant forward and placed her lips around his flaccid member. She sucked and kissed, but Peter remained unresponsive. Guessing that Peter's pleasuring might lay in other methods she spread his legs far apart, and started to probe his anus with her finger. Peter was still not bothered and simply lay there as if his mind had left his body. The nurse slipped to the door and locked it before returning to Peter, sliding her silk knickers off and straddling him, her pert young bottom pressing into his face. Peter responded by touching and kissing the nurses pussy, sensing her needs and meeting them with a speed she had never before experienced. "Oh she gasped you fuck slut" She ground her pussy against Peter's face until she came accompanied with a huge resonant fart. Peter coughed and spluttered but did not recoil in disgust. His days and nights with The Matron, Gail and Ellen had taught him to accept anything they wanted to do with him. Only 2 days previously, Gail needed to piss while he was licking her pussy in the changing rooms and had just let go all over his head and face, using his hair to dry herself. He had brought her to orgasm almost blinded by the stinging urine, his body reeking.

Before she left, the nurse administered the pre-med and Peter dozed off to sleep. He did not hear the porters arrive to wheel him to his fate, nor feel the mask that put him under. When he awoke he felt a little pain in his groin but felt no sadness from the loss of his masculinity.

Peter left hospital 3 days later. He had had the bandages removed the previous day and had seen his new groin for the first time. He had expected to look feminine, but was very disappointed. Instead of any recognisable sexual organs, the area between his legs transitioned from his butt to his stomach with a couple of stitched wounds and just a small hole for him to piss through. There was no sensation of pleasure when he touched his crotch and he soon dressed to cover the area as it held no more interest to him than his armpit or belly button. His knickers fitted a little better and he could now wear any clothing without the worry of a bulge. He had to squat to piss, but the girls had forced him to do this for months anyway.

As soon as Peter returned to his room, the girls forced him to strip so that they could see the results of the operation. Peter simply stood there as they touched his groin, unable to feel most of what they did. Secretly, Ellen was a little upset. She had often fantasized about screwing with Peter, but this was now never to happen. Still as an attractive sporty blonde, she would never be short of available cock and Peter was never much of a stallion. Gail was not bothered, she had Chris.

Chris was the boy that had first invited Gail into the baths at her first football lesson. She still had the football classes but bathed less regularly with the team now as Chris preferred to keep her for himself. It was he that had shaved Gail's pussy and he had started to dominate her life completely. He had started to impose new rules onto her and in fact, she was now under his complete control. Chris's current plan was to have Gail fitted with some rings through her tits and pussy. With these he could control her most intimate parts of her body whenever he wanted.

The pussy shaving had taken place the previous day and Gail winced at the recent memory. Chris had forced her to lie on a bench in the changing room and had removed her knickers, leaving her skirt in place, ready to flip down if they were interrupted. He had started by trimming any long hairs with a pair of nail scissors before covering her pubes with a thick layer of shaving cream. The razor was not very sharp and had rasped over her skin as Chris inexpertly shaved her. Although he shaved his own chin, the skin around the genitals is much softer and harder to shave without nicking the skin. He ordered Gail to spread her legs wide and removed as much hair as he could from her anus, leaving her with an itchy stubble and dull red rash that spread from the swell of her tummy to the crack of her arse. The tiny cuts he had left were already stinging when Chris had finished off with a splash of after shave, leaving Gail's entire crotch burning and itching for the rest of the evening.

The following day, the girls were finishing their PE lessons and showering. Now gelded, Peter showered and changed with the girls and hardly raised a glance. Gail and Ellen had held him back as the other girls had departed and Gail was currently enjoying his services. She lay naked from the waist down on one of the benches with Ellen kissing her face and fondling her tits while Peter was enduring stubble rash as her licked her roughly shaven pussy. Gail was aware that Peter had suddenly stopped his attentions, but could not have expected what happened next. Wham, Slap ! A large male hand crashed into her throbbing pussy instantly destroying her mounting orgasm. She opened her eyes and pushed Ellen away to see Chris standing there holding Peter around the neck and looking angrier than she had ever seen.

"I thought you understood you are mine" He roared "You prefer the attentions of a lesbian and this freak over me ?"

"No, it's not like that" She whispered, terrified of the young man and the hold he had over her. "I didn't know you were there and I…"

"Enough" he interrupted, sweeping her off the bench and sitting himself in her place. "You will all be punished for your lack of discipline" He grabbed Gail and forced her over his knee and started to rain blows upon her bottom

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" She sobbed, but Chris took no notice. He flipped her over, ordered her to spread her legs and landed yet more blows upon her pussy. Eventually, Gail collapsed upon the floor weeping uncontrollably, and Chris left her to rub her tender pussy and red buttocks.

Chris decided to punish Ellen & Peter differently. He pulled up Peters skirt, ripped his schoolgirl navy knickers down and inserted his hard cock into Peter's arse. Peter shrieked with the pain of the dry insertion. He had never had anal sex before and Chris gave him a very rough ride, though mercifully short. Chris felt Peter's inexperienced ring rip and the sticky blood oozed around his prick. He ignored the cries of both Peter and the 2 girls and continued to butt fuck him until he shot his load of warm cum onto Peter's arse before withdrawing, leaving him a sobbing, used fuck slut.

Chris then force Peter to squat over Ellen's face, his ripped and bloody anus just inches from her face and ordered him to shit the cum into her mouth while she licked any stray globules from his arse. The taste was awful. The salty effusion was mixed with the blood from Peter's torn butt and the remnants of the last shit he had had. At last, Chris was happy that she had licked Peter clean and ordered them to dress and leave him alone with Gail. Ellen and Peter returned to their dorm, too shocked to continue with normal lessons.

Chris looked at his slave. She stood there in just her blouse and bra, her swollen pussy and red buttocks still prominent. She was obviously very shocked at Chris's attack on Peter, but dare not say anything as it would inevitably to more beatings. Chris beckoned her forward and indicated that she was to clean his now soft shit, sperm and blood covered cock with her tongue. She recoiled at the smell but bent to her task as all good slave should. "We have a visit to go on this Saturday" Chris announced "I have decided to fit you with some decorations and also the ability to stop you from playing with yourself when I am not with you. We will go to the piercing parlour in Chepstow and have your pussy and tits done." Gail opened her mouth to complain, but knew better.

"Yes master" she whispered. Chris ordered her to dress and they left the changing rooms, Gail very apprehensive and Chris excited about their excursion.

On Saturday, Chris called for Gail and they walked to the bus stop together. Chris had instructed her to wear her tightest clothes – a pair of stretch jeans and a white vest top, worn without a bra. The shape of her nipples was very evident through the material and Chris knew the piercings would show through just as well. The tight jeans completed the slutty image. Chris carried a bag, the contents of which he kept secret. The bus trip took about 40 minutes and all too soon they were standing outside a dingy looking tattoo parlour in a back street of Chepstow. Chris ushered her inside.

The heavily tattooed owner looked up from the soldier he was currently tattooing with his regimental crest. "Be with you in 10 minutes" he said, recognising Chris "Take her through to the back and get her undressed and on the couch." Chris led Gail through an archway to where an old fashioned surgical examination couch was set up in the middle of the room. "Strip and climb onto the couch" Chris ordered. Gail responded, stripping off and approaching the couch but hesitated when she realised that their was no door and if anyone should enter the shop they would be able to see her. "What's up, Shy ?" Chris chided "You are not exactly discreet normally are you?" Gail blushed and climbed onto the couch. By bending and folding her knees she managed to sit in such a way to cover her modesty to most casual observers.

The tattooist walked in pushing a trolley covered in medical instruments, sterilised needles and an array of gold piercings. "What did you have in mind" He asked, addressing Chris

"Nipple rings and something creative on her cunt" replied Chris walking over to Gail's side.

"Hmm," replied the Tattooist "How about dual nipple piercings, vertical bars and horizontal rings. That way you can join the nipples together and attach ropes and weights at the same time." He grabbed Gail's erect nipples and pulled and twisted them. She slapped his arm away and covered her breasts from his view. "Restraints it is then" Said the tattooist reaching under the table and producing a box of thick straps. With Chris's help he strapped Gail's arms to the back of the table and her ankles to a pair of stirrups that flipped up from underneath the table. Gail was immobilised and totally exposed, both to her captors and anybody who walked into the shop. "Sorry, we were saying dual nipple piercings" The tattooist carried on, "Clit hood ring obviously, I don't think I can get one into her clit at her age, it needs to grow a bit for that. I've got these lace holes that would work on her pussy. I can fit 4 either side of her slit and you can then feed a shoe lace or thin steel cable and padlock her shut. I have also got a pointed locking stud that if I pierce through her perineum will prevent her from fucking without you removing it with the key." As the tattooist described each piercing, Gail was filled with greater with dread. She had envisaged a pair of small nipple rings and maybe a clit ring, but Chris wanted to control access to her pussy and be able to punish and torture her tits at will.

With no further delay the tattooist withdrew a new needle from a packet and pulling her left nipple as far as he could pushed the needle through from top to bottom. Gail yelped with pain as the blood oozed from the wound. The tattooist pushed a 1" bar through and clipped the ball onto the end. He repeated the procedure on her right nipple before using a larger needle to make the holes for the rings. These were nearly an inch in diameter with a white gold bead to the bottom. They looked like something a belly dancer would wear and no amount of bra would ever disguise them. The rings clicked shut and would require cutting to remove.

Gail's clit was next to receive the attentions of the tattooist. He pulled the hood above the clit away from her pussy and pushed through the needle. As the needle came through the hood it pricked her clitoris causing an agony that Gail had never before experienced. She screamed so loud that the tattooist paused before inserting the ring to allow her to calm down.

The shop door opened, and 2 men walked in. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom of the shop, they did not see Gail straight away and moved out of sight into the front of the shop. "Excuse me" the tattooist said to Chris "I'll just see what they want" He left the room and walked onto the from of the shop. After a few minutes of talk, the men appeared back into view and the tattooist ushered them into a pair of seats just outside of the room that Gail lay prostrate. They could not help but to see the girl strapped to the couch and turned to watch as the tattooist carried on with his work. The perineum spike was next. The tattooist inserted his gloved finger in her anus so he could fell as the needle came through. Satisfied, he withdrew the needle and pushed the spike in. He then took a small, flat button and clipped it onto the end of the spike that protruded into anus. "It works like this" He said motioning Chris over "It's like the clothing tags you find in stores. You need a magnetic holder that is just the right size and it fits into her arse like this" He inserted a metal tool like a spatula into her arse and she felt the magnetic tip click onto the button. As he withdrew the probe, she could see the button on the end of it. He pulled the button off the instrument and inserted back up her bottom. "As you see, the spike sticks out into her vagina" The Tattooist continued "Anybody trying to fuck her or even finger won't be able to get past if without them both being in pain"

Chris smiled, "I like it, maybe I'll get her fuckslut to lick her cunt without telling him it's there."

Gail groaned at the thought of anybody touching her ever again. Even without the last 8 rings her body was already pulsing with pain. There was no doubt that the tattooist had left the best until last. The eyelets required a larger hole and had to be crimped into place. The procedure took 20 minutes and when it was finished, Gail's pussy was bleeding and bruised, the eyelets shiny and bright within the raw flesh of her damaged cunt. Her agony was beyond tears and she just looked imploringly at Chris. He simply smiled back and continued to watch the procedure. The tattooist finished the job by threading a thin surgical steel cable through the holes inserting the ends into a small padlock. Gail was untied and helped down from the table. Most of her wounds had stopped bleeding so she cleaned herself up with some antiseptic wipes and moved slowly to the pile of clothes. She tried to pull her knickers on, but the tightness of the material was more than her damaged pussy could stand. Her Vest top was pulled on instead. This was tight across her nipples, but was OK so long as she stood still. Chris produced a netball skirt and a pair of baggy PE knickers from his bag and helped her dress. She looked like a slutty schoolgirl, her nipple rings visible through her T-Shirt. Black stiletto shoes and short socks combined with the short netball skirt made her legs look longer than usual and she would pass as a hooker in any neighbourhood.

"That will be £195 please" the tattooist announced. Chris looked at Gail

"They're your piercings" He snapped "You're paying"

Gail looked aghast. She had never expected pay for the work herself and had less than £20 on her. "I haven't got enough money" She stuttered, tipping the contents of her purse into the tattooists waiting hand "I will have to owe you until I can get the rest"

The tattooist looked angry. "I have half a mind to rip those rings out right now"

"Can she pay you kind ?" asked Chris " A blow job from an 18 year old must be worth £50 and she can come back to pay the balance next week."

The tattooist agreed and dropped his trousers, his cock unfolding from his dirty shorts to meet Gail's unwilling lips. His cock was smelly and much bigger than any school boy she had ever encountered. She took as much into her mouth as she could, but the man pushed in deeper until his cock was making her gag as it hit the back of her throat. She managed not to wretch until he came, the salty goo coated her throat and she just made it to the sink in time. The 2 men in the front of the shop laughed as the girl heaved and deposited the last of her breakfast in the sink. The Tattooist slapped her arse and whispered "See you next week darling" as Gail left the shop led by Chris.

The bus ride was hell. The old bus bumped and clattered along the country road with Gail feeling vibration. Her pussy vied with her tits for the title of most painful part of her body and she felt the journey would never end. Eventually the bus deposited them at the end of Hope Road and they walked to school.

Over the next week, Gail's pussy healed and her tits got used to the constant tugging of the rings and bars. She wore her thick sports bra and an oversized blouse to conceal her secret as body piercings of any sort were forbidden at the school, even for students in their final year. Matron however was sharp eyed and called her into her office to find out the reason for the change in Gail's dressing habits. She ordered Gail to remove her blouse and bra and simply stood and looked at the huge rings and gold bars adorning the girl's nipples. Eventually, she walked over and started to finger the rings. "Not your idea I would guess ?" She questioned

Gail stayed silent and Matron did not press the point. "Do you have any other secrets you would like to show me, or do I have to strip search you ?"

Gail removed her pinafore dress and pulled her knickers down. The lacing rings shone menacingly from her pussy.

"Is that all ?" The matron asked

"No Ma-am, I have a spike in my vagina and a clitoris hood ring as well" Whispered Gail.

Matron motioned her to the bed and had her lie down. She then gently inserted a finger first into her pussy and then into her anus, probing the ornaments and checking the wounds were healing and that the piercings were secure. Satisfied, she allowed the girl to dress.

"I will give you a choice." The Matron started "You can allow me to remove the nipple rings, spike and clit ring and remove the steel cable from your eyelets (for I cannot remove the eyelets themselves without causing you permanent damage) and you can continue with your school life as normal. If you are insistent about keeping them, I will have to inform the head and you will lose your current football privileges and be excluded from all sporting event s and PE lessons as I feel you will do yourself an injury sooner or later"

Gail listened with sadness, what could she do ? If she allowed the piercings to be removed, Chris would punish her and probably dump her, but she wanted to carry on with her sports and dropping out of the various school activities would leave the teams much weaker.

"Do you think the boy that did this to you loves you ?" Asked the Matron "Do you think a lover would subject their partner to pain and total life altering control ?"

"You did with Peter" Sniffed Gail

"That's true, but that just shows how little respect I have for him. We have never been lovers, I just use him as you do for sexual satisfaction. Peter was turning into a serious bully and possible rapist. He enjoys his new life and will never be a predatory character again. You do not controlling or modifying, you are a well balanced, fairly normal teenager, or at least I thought you were. Don't talk to this boy, but make your own decision. Come to me with an answer tomorrow morning.

Gail slept very little that night. She touched the ornaments and tried to fantasize about Chris making love to her, but in her dreams he kept turning into a viscous male, intent upon personal satisfaction and not caring about her at any meaningful level. The following morning, her mind was made up. She walked to Matron's office and delivered her answer. "Take them out please, take them all out" She pleaded. Matron nodded and motioned her to sit on the bed. Matron produced a pair of small but powerful cutters, some antiseptic and pads of cotton wool. She started on the nipple rings, cutting the ring below the clip and removing the ornaments in one swift movement. The bars were next, removed in a similar fashion, but the cable in the eyelets was more of a challenge. In the end, Matron broke the padlock with a small hammer and chisel borrowed from the school's workshop. She unthreaded the cable and parted Gail's mutilated pussy for the first time in nearly a week. The Clit ring lay there, glistening in the moisture. She gently cut the metal and slid it out, the skin almost sealing back over as she did. The spike was also cut from Gail's body leaving the 8 eyelets as a gruesome reminder. "I cannot remove those as the holes will not close properly, leaving you long term problems. They will remain in you for the rest of your life I'm afraid" The Matron said, looking at the damage.

"I can't feel them too much and when my pubes grow, I don't think they will be too noticeable" said, gently touching the lips of her vagina for the first time in a week. "I don't know why I let him do this to me, maybe love is blind"

The matron smiled, as a young girl she had known the thrill of forbidden love and understood what Gail was feeling. "Just throw yourself back into school life and put this behind you" she confided "I know what you are going through. Oh and if Chris gives you any problems, let me know"

Gail gasped, how did the matron know ?

"In a school this size, there are very few secrets" she whispered as Gail left the room.

Gail kept away from Chris all that day, but he sought her out at dinner that evening and cornered her in a corridor before pushing her into a vacant classroom.

"Where have you been" He sneered, his face inches from hers

"Getting these ridiculous things taken out" She replied smoothing or blouse over her now more normal breasts

"You've what" Chris started "You stupid bitch" He went to hit her, but stopped suddenly and went white "Do you realise what you have done ? That work cost nearly £200 pounds ! You were going to pay for it by appearing in more films at the shop" Chris stopped again, shaking slightly in fear

"You filmed the torture of your girlfriend ?" Gail asked incredulously "Not content with mutilating by body, you wanted to share my pain with thousands of perverts I Hate you ! I never want to see you again" Gail fled the room, more sure than ever that she had made the right decision.

"You don't understand" Shouted Chris running after the fleeing girl. "I already owed this guy thousands for dope and smack which I can't pay. He was letting me off £100 for each appearance. He'll kill me if I can't pay"

"Tell someone who cares" snapped Gail "I can't understand what I ever saw in you, you junkie !" She strode off leaving Chris to his fate.

Meanwhile, Peter's damaged arsehole had started to recover. The experience that he and Ellen had been through had brought them closer together, and had he been a fully functioning male, you would say they were dating. As it was, there relationship could never develop beyond limited intimate contact and carried on as a sort of lesbian courtship. Ellen helped to feminize Peter even further. She bought an electrolysis kit, and they sat up late for many weeks as she removed all traces of facial and body hair. Peter would never be an attractive woman, but could pass as female without difficulty.

Gail's relationship with Chris had ended her demands on Peter, but the Matron still treated him as her sex servant, and ultimately was responsible for him as his foster mother. At least twice a week Peter was called to Matron's office and was ordered carry out any task she specified. His skills had gone beyond cunilingus and he could now massage, wax & shave to a high standard. Waxing the Matron's huge vagina was not a job for the faint hearted. Her pubic hair grew in wispy clumps, and thick black shoots emanated from her arse. Her labia was huge and the folded skin reminded Peter of a leather handbag. Hair removal was tricky in such areas, but he was expert at gentle removal and was in great demand, both with students and other teachers. Miss Matless, the games teacher displayed her enormously hairy pussy and after much cajoling from the Matron, opted for total clearance. Peter hacked through the smelly undergrowth with his scissors for half an hour with trimming with an electric razor and then waxing clean. Miss Matless's lesbian lover watched the whole procedure and then unveiled an even hairier pussy that she refused to let him trim at all. Like many of his "Clients" she required his unique sexual services, leading to him licking the hairy pussy until she came wetly, onto his face. Such was the demand Peter ate the pussies and arses of over 200 woman in the last 2 weeks of term. Ellen eventually hooked a proper boyfriend and her friendship with Peter slowly tailed off.

As the term ended, the students packed their bags, some for the last time. Ellen and Gail were both leaving and Chris had already disappeared. Peter was staying on at school under the supervision of the Matron. Her plan was to get them a small house in the nearby village where she could to control him and set him to work providing his services for a wider clientele. There was no doubt who was on top now !