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Finishing School for Shemales

By: Imogen_TS_2020



Mistress K looked at the school report and smiled. She wouldn't describe herself as an evil bitch, but plenty had. 

She was proud of her position. Headmistress of the Finishing School for TGirls. 

So many beautiful shemale girls had left her careful administration and gone on to happy lives, or sometimes porn careers. Sometimes they had been bought outright to be used as sex slaves, but always they had gone in the best possible way.

She smiled as she looked down at the latest batch. The youngest were 18 and they were often brought in by rich families that didn't know what to do with their very effeminate boys who had painted nails and lips. 

The school was there to bring the best out in transgender boys, to make them the perfect girly sluts for any man who wanted them. And Mistress k took that duty seriously. 

At 18 the boys that came in were all given female clothes, they were given a lesson timetable that included make-up, dressing, personal hygiene, and how to deal with boys. That was just the start. From the moment they started the school they were given female hormones to make them blossom.

David lay on the couch and stared at the screen. Just another boring sitcom about some guys... he was partly interested when a sexy blonde girl walked on screen, but it was all the same shit. He groaned into his pillow. He was just about to fall asleep when his step father knocked and walked straight in.

"Bitch, you're moving out." Said his step father

David sat up. "Wha..."

"Truck's here in 5 minutes. You don't need to pack." The evil, sharp face of his step father sneered at him. "Finishing school, since you fucked up your exams. Your mom wants to you to make something of yourself. This is your chance. Don't disappoint her again."

David trembled whenever his stepfather was in the room. That guy had beaten David til he was black and blue, and he didn't want to upset him. 

"What about my stuff.. do I need to pack or...?" Asked David.

"Just yourself, bitch." Said his stepfather, and pushed out of the doorway and off down the hall. 

David sat for a while. He'd rebel, but he was too scared of his step father. He'd run away once before and his step father had taught him not to disobey. He still remembered the harsh crack of the leather belt on his ass.

David slowly got off his bed and turned off his tv. He slowly walked out of his bedroom, down the corridor and to the door. His Mom was nowhere to be seen. The front door was open and a tall black guy waited just outside.

"You David?" He asked.

David stood there dumbly and then nodded. 

The black guy smiled. "Then you belong to Mistress K now, bitch."

He reached out and grabbed David's mouth. David felt a cloth touch his lips and the heavy scent of chemicals, and then... nothing....



David woke up in a daze... slowly he opened his eyes and saw a tall, beautiful woman looking down at him. She smiled cruelly as she saw his eyes open. 

"David?"

David tried to say something but there was something stuck in his mouth. It stretched his jaw wide and pushed down on his tongue. Drool was seeping down his cheek. Panicking, David tried to get up, but his arms, hands, thighs and feet were strapped down to the bed. 

Shivering, he realised that he was naked... what the hell was happening?

The woman smiled again. "David, my name is Mistress K."

She gently ran a leather gloved finger across his face, and gradually let it run lower. 

"For the next three years, you are my property. You belong to me. Do you understand?"

David struggled against his bonds, muffled groans escaping from his gagged lips. 

Mistress K fingers ran down his straining chest and found his nipple. Then, with a swift, brutal motion, she twisted. David screamed against his gag. 

"Your stepfather has told us all about you. How useless you are, how directionless... How unhappy..."

David starred at her, his green eyes large.

"But he didn't tell me how pretty you were. Slim, girlish body...," her gloved fingers carried on down across his stomach, sending involuntary shudders through his body, "And that angelic little face, and those juicy pink lips..."

She smiled again as her hand stroked the very tip of his slowly hardening penis. David gasped in pain as she grabbed a handful of his pubic hair. 

"And it's nice to see that you're a natural red head." She let him go and his body gradually stopped straining against the bonds. 

Mistress K turned and nodded. Two thickset men in white orderly outfits walked forward. 

Mistress K smiled once more and ran her fingers over David's face a final time. "And from now on, you shall be called Davina. David is dead. This is the first day of your new life. Be good, Davina. Or be punished."

With that she turned on her heel and walked from the room. The two orderlies reached down and roughly unbuckled the straps. David tried to fight against them, but they were strong and he was still woozy after being drugged.

They half walked, half carried him through into another chamber. Inside, a strict looking woman in a white coat waited .

She nodded and the two men lay him on a gurney, strapping him back in. 

"My name is Matron. And I'm here to make sure that you're physically right for what we have in mind, Davina. Do you understand?"

David shook his head. Why were they calling him Davina? Who were these people. 

"Then let me explain it for you."

She pressed a button and the lights went down, a large screen lit up on the other side of the room. 

A beautiful girl, about 20, stood in a bedroom. She smiled sensuously and started stripping. 

David watched and felt himself respond to the sexy image. 

Matron pressed another button and David felt his strapped down legs spreading and angling upwards. She walked in front of him and then knelt down between his legs. 

He had never felt so vulnerable, his cock, balls and anus on display as his legs rose up in the stirrups. 

"Mmm," said Matron, "not much body hair. The hips are already slightly effeminate."

David blushed, but his attention was still riveted to the sexy girl doing the striptease on screen. 

"Now, let's see how accommodating you can be."

David felt something rest at the entrance of his anus. Slowly the pressure increased and he felt a finger, lubed up, start to slide into his rear entrance. He shivered and to his embarrassment felt his penis getting harder. 

On screen the sexy girl was down to a pair of tiny briefs, she turned, wiggling her sexy little ass in the camera. 

The finger pushed up and David felt a knuckle breach his most secret place, followed by another. His ass tensed up and it hurt a lot, but the finger just kept pushing. He tried to wriggle out of the way as the finger started to pull out. 

"Nice little pussy you have there, Davina. But you're going to need some stretching if you're going to be of any use."

David thought it was all over when he felt another finger pushing at his ring. She couldn't be serious. David gasped against his gag as a second finger slid into place next to the first stretching him so painfully he wanted to cry. 

His slim body was tensed against his bonds, back arching, pale skin glistening with sweat, legs spread out. He felt his little rear hole spasming against the intruders. The fingers stopped moving in and out and he felt them curl up and almost start to beckon inside him.

He groaned, and closed his eyes. When he opened them again the girl on screen had stripped off totally. She turned to the camera and David froze.

The girl had a penis! It was only small, about the size of Davids. The girl.. boy... girl? on screen smiled and started rubbing her little cock when a huge guy appeared on the screen next to her. 

The guy was naked and had a long, thick, veined cock hanging between his thighs. It was the largest thing that David had ever seen. The man kissed the girl and reached his hands between her legs. His fingers soon found her little rosebud and easily slipped inside as the girl writhed on his hand, groaning and panting. Her own delicate hand reached down and her fingers grasped his prick, barely reaching around it.

In seconds she was on her knees, her bright little tongue licking the shaft of his cock as it started to grow and grow. 

David groaned again as Matron massaged his prostate faster and faster. 

"You're going to be just like her, Davina."

David groaned, but he started trying to buck his hips towards matron's fingers. 

"You're going to be just like that little slut. Your going to beg for cock. For the taste of cum. To be fucked hard, to want to please any guy that wants you. You're going to become the perfect little whore. I promise you."

Matron's fingers rubbed harder as David looked at the screen – the man pulled his enormous cock out of the girls mouth, laid her on her back, spread her legs, and, aiming his cock, plunged it into her smooth, tanned ass as she screamed in pleasure. 

At the same time the girl was entered, David began to cum. It was the first time he'd ever done anything sexual with another person – he'd always been too shy to approach girls, but now, his balls spasmed and longs threads of cum spattered out of his penis, washing over his stomach and chest. 

He felt utterly drained as the fingers were gently removed from inside him. He saw matron pulling a rubber glove off her hand and throw it in a bin as the lights went up and the porno on the tv disappeared.

"Over the next three years, you will become a slave for cock, you will become a woman in every respect, except for this." She patted his softening cock. 

David looked at her, still stunned from his orgasm. She scooped up some if his cum and though he struggled she anointed his spread lips with it.

"Get used to the taste, hun. You'll be swallowing a lot of this, very soon."

Matron winked and turned to the two orderlies. "Take her to the baths. You know the procedure. And when you're finished, take her to the subs block. This one cums more easily from a finger than any bitch I've known. Born slut if ever I saw one."

The orderlies unstrapped David and walked him slowly down corridor's, still butt naked. 

He would have run, but he had no idea where the hell he was, and besides, he was genuinely scared. 

The orderlies led him to a shower room where another woman waited. She didn't say a word as she put the stunned David under the shower – she started to wash him with funny smelling oils and gels. 

It took a few seconds for him to realise that his body hair was coming off with the water! He looked down and saw his pale white skin was now smooth and absolutely hairless. 

His long red hair was washed and then dried before being tied back in a ponytail with a little pink scrunchy. 

And finally, the gag was removed. 

"Please," He blurted, "my name's David, there's been a mist..."

The woman struck him hard with the back of her hand, dropping him to the floor. 

"Your name is Davina. If you ever call yourself David again, these two men," she nodded to the orderlies, "will punish you. And they won't just use their fists."

David looked up at the two men who were smiling down at him, wet, smooth and naked on the tiled floor. One of them rubbed his hand over his trousered crotch and winked. David baulked.

The woman looked down at him. "What is your name?"

David swallowed hard. His voice came out as a croak. "My name... My name is Dav... Davina."

The woman nodded and smiled. "There's a good girl. Help her to her feet and we'll get her ready for bed."

The orderlies reached down and the one who had leered slid his hand down Davina's back to cup a firm, round ass cheek. David scampered over to the woman who just smiled.

The woman opened a case and took out a bulbous object in red rubber.

"This is your plug. Keep it in when you go to bed. If you're searched, and it's not inside you, these guys will put something else in that tight little hole. Understood?"

David... Davina nodded slowly. The woman lubed the plug and turned him around, bending him over. David looked over his shoulder into the woman's eyes and said in a small voice. 

"But... but they're watching..."

The two orderlies certainly were enjoying the show, the tight, slim body of the new student, wet and smooth was certainly making them hope she'd disobey enough for them to get involved. 

The women shrugged. "Even they get job perks." And with that she started to press the tip of the plug into David's tight, hairless little flower. 

David grunted as the he felt his anus expand around the rubber intruder, wider and wider. His breath came in harsh gasps and he felt as though he may split in half when suddenly the plug went past it's widest part and slid smoothly all the way in. 

David felt a breathless as the woman stood him up, absolutely full. But the feeling of having his ass filled with an alien object wasn't as unpleasant as he had expected. Instead he almost felt... complete. 

The woman then held up a pair of white silk panties. And motioned for David to pull them on. The feeling of the silk sliding up over his smooth calves and thighs was electric. They were very snug and his little, soft penis was pressed against his skin.

The woman then reached over and picked up a silky nightdress which she slid over David's head. Again, the feeling of the cool material sliding over his smooth flesh raised goosebumps.

The woman was watching him and she smiled. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself, Davina."

David blushed and lowered his head. 

"Take her to bed."

David looked up in shock. 

The woman smiled again. "Don't worry, they won't take your cherry, honey. Not if they know what's good for them."

The men nodded grumpily. The new student, this Davina, had only just started the course, but there was an innocence about her that made them want to ravage her tight little body.

The men indicated a doorway and David walked through. The butt plug stretching his insides forced him to walk strangely, swinging his hips. The men's eyes were glued to his round ass, swaying in front of them.

They lead him up beautifully decorated corridors – the place looked like a sprawling manor house or something. Wood panelling, rich carpets and portraits everywhere. But there was something strange about the place – the paintings showed beautiful women, all with penis', in embraces with well hung men. The statues were the same, beautiful nymphs, some with tiny penis', even smaller than David's some with large veined erections, all playfully tumbling around one another.

The silent orderlies led him to a heavy wood door and opened it wide. David walked cautiously between them, and one of the men pressed himself against David's silk clad body. David squealed and hurried through. 

The room was small but comfortable. A simple bed dominated the room and a little en suite was in the corner. On the walls were posters – it looked as though it had been decorated by some perverted teenage girl. Everywhere there were pictures of buff, naked guys with erect cocks, posing for the camera. David had never felt anything sexual for guys, but he felt something odd as he looked at those hard, strong bodies, so different from his own.

David took it all in with frightened eyes. He turned to the orderlies. 

"Please... can't I go home?" He was almost crying.

The orderly who had pressed against David stepped forward. "My name's Tom. Trust me when I say that you're not going anywhere. And the more you fight Mistress K, the more you'll be punished. Do what she says, become what they want, and you might just be okay."

David began to sob. Tom reached out and handed David a glass of amber liquid.

"Drink this and go straight to bed."

David took the glass with a shaking hand and drank the bitter liquid. He moved to the bed and felt incredibly drowsy. As soon as he hit the bed the lights went out and he began to lose consciousness. He heard the men leaving the room. One of them, Tom, muttered as he left. "I hope she's bad. I want to see that little tease choking on my cock as soon as possible."

The other man laughed and David felt incredibly afraid as consciousness left him. 



The next few days were a blur for David. Every day a large screen came on at 8 am and issued instructions. 

He was told to go to the bathroom, remove his plug and use a tube device to clean himself out. At first David resisted, but as soon as he uttered the word "No" the door crashed open and two burly orderlies, men he didn't recognise, burst into the room, dragged him to the bathroom and forcibly thrust the tube into his anus, flooding him with warm water. 

He almost collapsed on the bathroom floor as he began to cramp, crying in pain. The men held him down, then ordered him to evacuate his bowels. They did it again and again and again until the only thing gushing out of him was clear water. 

The men walked out of the room and screen addressed him again in a strict tone. "Do what you're told. You do not have a choice. And if you continue to disobey, I'll have those two men come in here and they'll have permission to do whatever they want with that pretty little body. They won't be dumping loads of water into you, if you understand my meaning.

David dumbly nodded. He took a shower as instructed and rubbed in more of the hair removal cream, then moisturised his whole body, the first time he'd ever done anything like that. His own body felt odd. Like how he imagined a girls body to feel – it was the first time he'd felt like he wasn't himself. 

The voice from the screen then instructed him to pick up the pot of lube and apply a generous amount to the inside of what the voice referred to as his "pussy". David hesitated, but was so afraid that the orderlies would come back, that he crouched down and slowly got a blob of the cold gel on his finger. He pressed gingerly against his hairless anus and felt his finger slip a little way inside. Gradually he worked more of the gel in, feeling shamed and disgusted that he was invading his own body. Finally the voice told him to stop and wash his hands, which he gratefully did.

He then dried off and was told to put on the outfit that was left out for him. A new pair of white panties. A white training bra. A figure hugging white shirt and tartan skirt that finished mid-thigh. 

He slowly put the clothes on, and couldn't hide his embarrassment. He was dressing like a girl for Christ sake, and yet his little cock just wouldn't go soft! It wasn't like he was getting turned on by this stuff... was it?

David sat on the bed and slid on white knee high socks and some black patent shoes with a slight heel. He wobbled in the heels and nearly fell on the bed. 

The door opened and David cowered, as the orderlies marched in. But they didn't hurt him, they stood either side of the door as a pretty woman in her 30s walked in holding a bag. 

"Hi, hun!" Said the woman. "I'm Charity. I'm going to show you how to do your hair and make-up. Pay attention. You'll be doing this on your own soon."

David was led to a stool in the corner facing a mirror. Charity began applying foundation, explaining what she was doing as she went, applying blusher, mascara and eye liner.

Finally she applied some pale pink lipstick and leant back.

"Oh baby. You're going to be a heartbreaker."

Charity turned David away from the mirror before he could see anything then did his hair, straightening it, styling and snipping. Finally she applied pink varnish to David's fingernails.

Finally, Charity seemed happy. Slowly she turned David around. 

David looked in the mirror and his breath caught in his throat. He had always looked feminine, being described as elfin. Now, with make-up and his hair styled into a cute bob, he looked like a hot girl student. The make-up wasn't over the top, and nothing screamed sex, but he suddenly felt his cock get almost frighteningly hard.


Finishing School for Shemales Ch. 02



Please note, all characters portrayed in this story are over 18.

*

Davina hurried down the hallway, her books clasped in front of her heavy breasts to stop them jiggling as she ran.

It had been almost two weeks since she had truly given herself to Mistress K in the beautiful, imposing headmistresses study, drinking the transgendered woman's seed from another T-girls newly fucked butt.

In that time, Davina had slowly been coming to terms with her new body. The perfect legs, curving hips, bubble butt and the full, rounded breasts that were causing her so much trouble now. The weight was still unusual and she found that if she hurried without her books in front of them, the dom girls would wolf whistle and there had been a few occasions when Davina had got herself pressed against the wall by some of the more predatory doms.

Davina now slept in a small dormitory with three other girls. It was comfortable and had a little washroom and shower at the end. Olivia, the girl who had been so brutally fucked by Mistress K, slept in a bed next to Davina and the two had become firm friends. The other two girls were Katie, a gorgeous, petite girl with coffee coloured skin and a cute, upturned nose, and Bobbi, a girl who was very shy and would often keep out of some of the more graphic conversations the other three girls had late at night.

Davina was still finding the change in her life from skinny, awkward teenage boy, to a beautiful, curvy t-girl hotty, a bit difficult, but with the help of her new friends, things were changing. Olivia was the most sexually experienced out of all of them. They would sit in their nighties once the door to the dorm was locked and chat about their new lives. Olivia claimed that she was in love with one of the dom girls, a tall, statuesque brunette called Hope. And she described to her shocked, delighted room mates the few times that Hope had taken her to a deserted classroom and fucked her tight ass with her thick eight inch prick. The last time they were together they had been discovered, which was why Mistress K had fucked Olivia's cute, puckered rosebud so fiercely, as a punishment.

They had asked Olivia what Mistress K felt like, what was it like to have that huge cock inside her? Olivia's eyes widened and she said that she had never experienced anything like it. It stretched her so much she felt like she was going to split and the length simply took her breath away. She said she wasn't sure if she'd like to do it again, but she was glad it had happened. Although, Davina thought to herself, it didn't seem to have taught Olivia anything, as she was still constantly flirting with Hope whenever she could.

Davina finally made her way to the locker rooms and made her way in. The rest of the sub girls in her year were already there, milling around and chatting. They did sports 3 times a week, and the outfits seemed to vary from run-of-the-mill to scandalously sexy. Davina found Olivia sitting on her own, checking her nails.

"Sports outfits arrived yet?" Davina asked, placing her books in her locker.

Olivia shook her head when the sports master Mr Roberts, opened the door with an armful of parcels. He was huge, almost 6 feet 5 with a shaved head and massive shoulders.

"Get changed and be on the hockey field in fifteen minutes." Mr Roberts shouted over the din of the chatting girls. "Or you'll be in detention with me on Sunday."

Davina shivered slightly at the words. The rumour was that detention with Mr Roberts meant squatting in a freezing classroom, naked, sucking the man's cock for up to an hour whilst he read the Sunday papers. Davina still felt a little odd about guys. She loved the other girls and felt a thrill run through her when she noticed one of the Dom girls looking at her. But the idea of giving herself to a guy... it still felt a little icky. 

The girls quickly started unwrapping the parcels as Mr Roberts walked out. Davina heard Olivia gasp as she opened the parcel.

"Oh my god!"

Davina opened her own parcel and suddenly blushed. Inside the box were a few tiny items of rubber clothing. Davina looked at Olivia. "Are we supposed to wear this?"

Olivia nodded with a grin. "We'll have to help each other if we don't want to end up blowing Roberts."

They took the outfits out to reveal a tiny, baby pink polo shirt, white pleated sports skirt and pink and white hooped stockings, all made of rubber. A small vial of talc was in each parcel.

Davina and the other girls quickly took their uniforms off and began helping each other out. Olivia walked naked to her friend, talc in hand.

"Right hun," she smiled, "this might tickle."

Olivia started patting talc onto Davina's shoulders and back and then onto her heavy, tan breasts and tight little tummy. Olivia's warm little hands felt good on her body and as the girl's hand went lower, fingers brushing through the tiny triangle of pubic hair and lower, their eyes met.

Davina bit her bottom lip as Olivia's fingers slowly found her small, smooth penis.

Davina felt her butterflies in her tummy at the other girl's touch, when suddenly Olivia stopped.

"You do me now!" Her friend laughed mischievously.

Davina started patting the perfumed talc into her friend's soft skin, loving the feel of her under her hands. Olivia turned and Davina started applying the talc to her friends breasts. They were a little bigger than Davina's but still beautiful and firm. As Davina's movements became slower, Olivia's nipples started to blush and grow.

Olivia's blue eyes once more met Davina's green ones and slowly they moved together. Davina felt her friend's nipples brush her own. And with what felt like a tiny electric shock in the pit of her tummy she felt her own penis brush against Olivia's. Davina felt her girlie cock start to grow slightly. Olivia's pink bow lips where just inches from hers when they heard a cough.

Davina spun to see that the changing room was almost empty -- Bobbi the shy girl from their dorm moved closer and spoke in her soft, quiet voice.

"You better hurry, or you'll be in trouble." With that, she lowered her eyes and scampered out of the room.

Olivia and Davina quickly started putting the outfits on. The polo shirts were incredibly snug. Davina pulled hers over her head, putting her thin arms through the short sleeves. The rubber stretched over her skin and felt very strange... and also very nice. Soon the shirt was pulled down as low as it would go, an inch above Davina's bellybutton. Her breasts felt unusual, pressed together in the tiny pink top. A slit ran several inches down the front giving anyone who wanted a great view of her tightly packed orbs.

She quickly buckled on the tiny white rubber pleated skirt which started at her hips and was only a few inches long. She then ran the hooped rubber stockings up her lithe, smooth legs until they stopped mid thigh. At the bottom of the parcel she found a tiny pair of pink panties and two small white gloves, both in rubber.

She wriggled into the panties, and feeling them slide over her girlish thighs was one of the most erotic things she had felt in her life! She pulled them up into place, hoping that the swelling of her penis wouldn't show too much. She then pulled on the tiny gloves that barely came to the wrist and pulled her long auburn hair into a ponytail.

Olivia was standing waiting for her and they turned to look in the mirror before they went out. The uniforms were practically indecent. The tops hugged their figures beautifully, lifting and presenting their ripe cleavage, whilst the stockings and skirts showed a tantalising few inches of firm, tanned thigh.

Davina put a gloved hand to her mouth. "Oh my god!"

Olivia winked into the mirror. "We look super hot."

Davina smiled nervously. "We look like we're going to go do a porno or something."

Olivia grinned again. "I'm game if you are."

Olivia giggled, watching her friend blush once more and they put on small pink trainers and hurried out.

On the sports field, Roberts was waiting, looking at his watch as Davina and Olivia ran out. Roberts sighed as they came out. Fourteen and a half minutes. 30 seconds more and Sunday would have been incredible. Oh well, he thought to himself. There's always a next time.

The girls began playing hockey in the wall enclosed field. It wasn't long before their tight rubber outfits started to make them all glisten with sweat. This was the first time that Davina had worn rubber clothing and it felt liberating and frightening. She felt tightly enclosed and yet very very exposed, all at the same time.

And every time the girls went for the ball, bending over, their tiny skirts would rise up, exposing their thighs and tiny, skin tight rubber panties, enclosing their delicious behinds.

As they were playing, Davina noticed a man watching them from a gap in the wall. "Who's that?"She asked Olivia, panting at the exertion.

"That's Joseph. He looks after the grounds. Cute isn't he?" She said, before running off after the game.

Davina watched the man and saw, with a shock, that he was looking directly at her. She quickly turned and ran after the ball.

Davina was no good at sports. As a boy she had had no talent, and as a girl, she seemed no better. At one point Mr Roberts stopped the game and walked over to her, towering above.

"It's a hockey stick, not a goddam agricultural tool. If you can't even be bothered to try to do it right, I'll put you straight in detention " He shouted. Davina was shaking, afraid that he would humiliate her just as countless sports teachers had in the past. When suddenly Davina realised he was staring down her top, at the pin-pricks of sweat making their way between her tightly clasped cleavage. Again, that strange feeling came over her. The feeling of having power over a man. She still couldn't believe that when guys looked at her, they weren't seeing the geeky boy, but a voluptuous, tanned girl that they wanted to touch and hold. Davina began to shake, from fear and from excitement at what she was about to do.

Davina bowed her head and bit her bottom lip, then looked up at him through her thick lashes. 

"Could... could you show me? Sir?" Davina half whispered.

Roberts looked at the beautiful t-girl and slowly moved around behind her. He reached around, putting his hands over Davina's on the stick.

"You hold it like this." He said, moving the hockey stick back and forth.

Davina slowly let her tight little ass move backwards until it was pressed against the large bulge in the sports teacher's pants. She heard him gasp between his teeth, and genuinely unable to believe how shameless she was becoming, slowly wriggled her rubber clad butt into his crotch. The man groaned.

"I think I've got it now, Sir." She said, huskily over her shoulder.

The man nodded and stepped back, wiping sweat off his forehead. Davina noticed that some of the other girls were staring at her, but for the first time, she didn't care. She felt powerful.

At the end of the game, Davina and Olivia walked back towards the locker rooms, their skin glistening with a thin film of sweat, their breathing making their breasts rise and fall in the tight rubber material.

They were chatting when Davina saw something from the corner of her eye. It was Joseph, the groundsman, he smiled, beckoned once to her and disappeared round a corner. Davina's head was spinning, but, overcome with her power over Roberts on the hockey field, she decided that she would be brave. She turned to Olivia.

"I... I think I forgot something." Davina said, her voice shaking a little.

Before Olivia could say anything, Davina started jogging back the way they had come. When Olivia was out of sight, Davina turned and made her way in the direction Joseph had gone in. 

There was an overgrown path leading away from the sports field. Davina felt her breath come in quick gasps, her knees trembling. What was she doing? This was so stupid.

Her courage almost gone, Davina turned and came face to face with Joseph. He was 6ft tall, broad shouldered with a hard, lean body. His black hair and dark skin gave him a Mediterranean look.

Davina gasped and stopped.

"Sorry I surprised you, sweetie." Joseph smiled.

Davina looked up at the man, and felt her body shaking. "I... I came the wrong way." She mumbled.

"Really?" He moved forwards slightly. Davina stumbled a little and felt a wall behind her back. "Cos, when I beckoned you over, you looked like you knew where you were going."

He moved closer to the trembling t-girl, and put his arm past her head to lean on the wall. Davina's stomach was churning with fear... and excitement. She had never been in this situation before. She wanted to run... she wanted to... kiss him. The thought came to Davina's head in a flash. Somewhere inside her David suddenly awakened. He didn't kiss boys, he didn't wear slutty outfits and wriggle his ass in other guys crotches. What the fuck was going on.

Davina pushed hard against Joseph's chest. "Let me go." She said, her breathing laboured.

Joseph smiled, looking down at the tight, tan body. The beautiful breasts straining against the rubber, and at the slim brown thighs, slightly parted below the white rubber skirt.

"I'll let you go." He said. "But first, you gotta give me one kiss, sweetie."

"No," cried Davina. "And stop calling me that. I don't like guys... I... I'm not who you think I am..."

Joseph smiled and leaned forwards. Davina moved her head to the side but a strong hand came up and gripped her jaw. Joseph leant forwards and kissed Davina strongly, mashing her lips back.

Davina felt a wave of something incredible come over her the moment their lips met. Pure unbridled lust. Her little cock was starting to harden against the restricting material of her pink rubber panties. She groaned in the back of her throat.

"Please..." She moaned.

Joseph leant in again and kissed her, more softly this time. It was the first time she had been kissed by a boy and the feeling was incredible. The smell of his aftershave, the feeling of stubble on his jaw. She felt his tongue slide between her lips and start to explore. Her own tongue slid along his.

It was like nothing she had ever felt. Her breasts rose quickly as Joseph leaned back, taking in the beautiful t-girl.

"Lift up your skirt." He said huskily.

Davina never dropped eye contact as she slid trembling hands down her body to the hem of her skirt. She slowly pulled it up, exposing her tight panties.

She watched Joseph drink in her body with his eyes. His hand moved down between her legs, his thumb slowly stroking the soft skin of her thigh. And then she felt his hand gently stroke the front of her panties, stroking along her hardening cock.

Davina groaned again, letting her head fall back as he slowly tightened his grip and then relaxed it, squeezing her clit. His fingers came up and slid into the tight waistband of her underwear. Davina clung to him, her breath coming in hard gasps and soft moans, kissing his neck as slowly he stroked her, running his thumb over the tip of her little cock. His other hand rose up her hip, across her tummy and began to squeeze her breasts.

Davina reach down and her gloved hand found the front of his pants. She began rubbing the huge bulge, feeling it twitch and harden.

Joseph kissed her deeply again and then lowered himself down her body, kissing her neck, running his tongue over her cleavage, tasting her sweat mixed with the scent of rubber. He kissed her breasts, letting his tongue swirl against the shiny material, feeling her nipple grow. He got to his knees and kissed the tight skin of her tummy before moving down.

He inhaled her perfume, and the scent of her sweat and kissed the front of her panties. Davina moaned again, instinctively spreading her thighs as his hot, wet tongue licked the velvet, hairless skin where her thigh met the material of her panties.

With a quick movement he had his fingers in her waistband and urgently tugged the stretchy rubber downwards. Davina felt her hands rest on the back of his head and her panties stretch between her spread knees. She knew it was wrong, to be so exposed, to be letting a boy do this to her.. But she couldn't stop. It was impossible.

He gently kissed the tip of her semi-hard cock and then took both her cock and balls in his mouth all in one go. Davina's eyes rolled in the back of her head at the intense pleasure and moaned hard, an almost animal sound. She sighed as he let her slip from his mouth.

She felt his hands grip her hips and slowly turn her until she was facing the wall. As though in a dream, and with her whole body trembling with new pleasure, she let her breasts press against the rough surface as she pushed her beautiful rounded ass towards Joseph. His tongue explored her cheeks, leaving silvery lines of saliva. She felt his strong hands clasp her cheeks and spread them, then felt his hot breath on her most secret place.

The moment his tongue touched her rosebud, Davina felt fireworks go off in her head. And then, the tongue was withdrawn. Her body sagged when suddenly she felt the tip of his tongue press against her anus, softly at first, then more and more firmly. Slowly she felt her most secret entrance begin to open for him and Joseph's thick tongue slid smoothly inside her.

She arched her back, pressing her butt into his face as he began to tongue fuck her. "Oh, god... Joseph... please..."

Joseph's tongue continued to fuck her, sliding into her perfect little hole, and then out, then back in, swirling around. And then it slowly withdrew. Davina didn't notice that he had stood up. He reached around her, his hand cupping her breast, squeezing and kneading and she felt a strong finger pressing against her entrance.

She turned her head, panting and his mouth found hers, his tongue taking over her mouth. The finger slid inside, passing the rubbery resistance of her virgin hole and he began fucking her with the digit. Davina's little cock was now pressed upwards against her stomach, pulsing in time to the movements of Joseph's finger.

The finger withdrew and she lifted his hand, taking the finger between her cherry lips, licking and tasting herself like a slut.

She felt Joseph shifting behind her and the jangle of belt buckle. Then she felt something she had never felt before. The hard, hot, throbbing meat of a huge cock resting against her ass cheeks.

She felt him shift again and looked down. With a delicious feeling he was rubbing his long, thick cock between her legs, against the bottom of her scrotum. As she watched she saw the perfect purple head, huge beneath her own, sliding backwards and forwards. 

Her gloved hand came down between her legs and gripped his thick shaft. He was not as big as Mistress K, but it was still a thick, beautiful cock. She squeezed and she felt his meat pulse in response.

Joseph held her tight as with one hand he took hold of his penis and pressed it against the t-girls velvet cheeks. The head of his cock found her entrance and he wrapped an arm around her tummy as slowly he began to push forwards.

The entrance held for a few seconds, and then, like a blossoming flower, began to open to him. Davina felt pain as the thick head spread her open, but it was only slight. Most of all she felt an incredible heat gathering in her stomach, of pure unbridled lust.

Suddenly, she stiffened.

Joseph spoke in between hard gasps. "Are you okay?"

Davina, her body shivering looked over her shoulder at him, her huge, liquid green eyes making him want to be inside her even more. "I... I promised the Mistress."

"You mean... you've never...?" He asked in disbelief.

Davina nodded, her eyes tearing. "I promised the Mistress that I let any man inside me until she... until..."




Finishing School for Shemales Ch. 02



Joseph nodded and gently let her go. "I understand."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Davina kept muttering.

He gently turned her round and wiped a tear away from her cheek. "I understand. I've worked here long enough to know what would happen if you disobeyed her."

Davina smiled weakly and kissed him. As she did, she felt his thick cock between them, pressing against her tummy.

"But," she said, smiling, "I can still do something about that.."

She kissed him again and got to her knees. Joseph sighed as her small gloved hands took his shaft and began stroking back and forwards. She looked up at him as her little pink tongue began flicking around the tip of his penis, licking tiny drops of pre-cum away.

"You're beautiful." He said.

Davina slowly opened her thick red lips and felt his cock slide into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, loving the his scent, the salty mineral taste of his cock.

She began moving her head backwards and forwards, always looking up at him with her big green eyes. She loved the way his thick meat spread her mouth so wide, stretching her lips. He put his hands on the back of her head, grasping her ponytail. He began to fuck her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into her throat. Davina gagged slightly, but she didn't want to let this gorgeous man down, she held her breath, taking him further in.

Eventually, she felt her petite nose press against his pubic hair, his soft scrotum pressing against her chin. She slid the cock back out, long tendrils of saliva connecting her sweet lips and his engorged head, then plunged him back inside.

She could feel him shifting his footing and his legs begin to tense when suddenly he pulled her hair back and got her to her feet.

"But you haven't cum!" She cried.

He looked at her slick, glistening lips and felt the cum boiling inside him. Quickly he reached down and, grabbing the rubber panties stretched between her knees, pulled them up.

She looked at him in confusion. He quickly pressed her against the wall and kissed her, then turned her round. He then flipped the back of her skirt up and pulled the back of her tight panties open. His other hand was wrapped around his penis as he began to feel his cum rising. He pressed the tip of the penis against the soft skin at the very top of Davina's cheeks and, grabbing her tight, began to cum.

Thick fountains of hot sperm flew from the tip of his cock, splashing against Davina's butt and slowly sliding down between her pert cheeks. He came more and more, his legs almost buckling at the experience. Finally, he stopped, drained, and leaned against Davina's back.

Davina felt herself pressed against the wall and smiled to herself. His weight felt wonderful against her, and she felt as though she had made an important step. This man. This very handsome man, had wanted to mark her as his. She had never had this effect on anybody as a boy.

Deliberately she reached back and pulled her panties up all the way, feeling the hot semen sliding over her entrance and around her smooth balls.

She turned as Joseph shakily got his balance back.

"Thank you, Sir" She said, smiling cutely. And she turned, adjusting her skirt and walking away, making sure that she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she went. And as she did, she could feel his strong, potent seed, washing around her most vulnerable parts.

Inside the locker room, Davina found Olivia waiting for her, wrapped in a towel.

"Where have you been?" Her friend asked.

Davina smiled. She wasn't sure she wanted to share this, but then remembered that she and Olivia had already been as close as possible that day when Olivia was strapped down on the Mistresses desk.

Davina smiled slowly like a cat and unbuckled her rubber pleated skirt, letting it fall to the tiles. Then, very slowly, she pulled her rubber panties a few inches down her thighs.

Olivia looked at her friend in puzzlement and then saw thick strands of thick white goo dripping not only from the panties, but also from between her friends thighs. Olivia's eyes widened.

"Did you..?" She asked.

Davina shook her head. "I promised Mistress. But it was close."

"Who was the... Joseph!" Olivia almost shouted, then looked around guiltily. But the changing room was empty. "It was Joseph?"

Davina nodded shyly. Olivia slowly got her feet, letting her towel drop, revealing her soft, curvaceous body and small, hairless penis hanging between ripe thighs.

Olivia walked around Davina and stopped behind her. Davina was shaking again as she felt her friends finger run gently through the cleft of her buttocks.

"Well, if the amount is anything to go by, he certainly enjoyed himself." Olivia whispered over her friends shoulder.

Davina saw a finger appear from behind her laden with thick, dripping sperm. The finger made it's way to Davina's lips. She opened them, and sensuously licked the finger clean, swirling her tongue around Olivia's slim, manicured digit. 

Olivia moved and Davina felt her friend pulling her cheeks apart. A slim, hot little tongue began lapping at Davina's behind.

"Mmmmm.... W-what are you doing back there, Olivia?" Davina gasped.

Olivia get to her feet and walked to face her friend. Her nose and lips were smeared with Joseph's cum. Olivia smiled and leaned forwards. Davina closed her eyes as she felt Olivia's lips meet hers.

As they kissed, Olivia opened her lips and Davina suddenly felt a warm, liquid silk flow into her mouth. Joseph's cum circulated between them as their tongues met and slid.

Olivia leant back, smiling, her eyes bright. "Swallow what the gentleman gave you, Davina."

Davina let the rich tasting cum slide over her tongue one more time, and then swallowed. She looked down and saw that Olivia's cock was now hard... and so was her own.

They moved forwards again, their cocks sliding against one another, kissing. Davina felt breathless, her rubber-clad breasts pressing against Olivia's naked chest.

They moved together, and Davina felt Olivia's finger run down her back and over the rise of her bottom. The finger pressed gently against her entrance.

Olivia pulled back again and smiled devilishly. "I've got a way you can keep this with you all day."

She quickly got to her knees and cupped the gusset of Davina's panties in her hands as they rested, stretched between her thighs. Olivia tipped the panties and let the pool of thick white semen that had collected fill her mouth, dripping over her lips.

She motioned for Davina to lie down and then grasped her friends ankles and brought them up and over. Davina lay on the cold tiles, her own ankles by her ears, looking curiously at her friend.

Olivia squatted above Davina's face, her own legs keeping Davina's firmly anchored in place. She then leant forward so that her face was resting an inch above Davina's exposed anus. With gentle fingers she spread Davina's entrance and opened her lips.

The sperm flowed out of Olivia's mouth in a beautiful white ribbon -- directly into Davina's open hole. The flow was true and soon disappeared deep into the beautiful young t-girl's most sacred place.

Davina felt the warm flow of liquid pass deep inside her. She gratefully reached her head upwards and softly kissed Olivia's rosebud, making the girl shiver.

Suddenly there was a banging from outside. The cleaners were coming in. The two girls quickly got to their feet and hurried to the showers. 

Mistress K sat at her desk, a cup of tea perched between her hands, as she looked out of the window to the sun sinking below the horizon. There was a knock at the door and Matron walked in. They greeted each other and Matron sat opposite the headmistress. 

"You don't have company today? Is Imogen out of favour?" Matron asked, nodding to the large dildo sticking from the floor underneath the Mistresses desk. Normally one of the students, often a beautiful blond called Imogen would be impaled on the rubber cock, nuzzling and sucking on the Mistresses legendary prick.

The Mistress shook her head. "Everything's fine. I just want to ask your opinion on something."

Matron nodded as the Mistress pushed a button revealing a large screen. It was the view from a hidden camera showing somewhere on the grounds. Davina walked in wearing a rubber sports outfit and then Joseph appeared. Matron felt herself becoming aroused as she watched.

"I'm not surprised that Joseph couldn't resist. You know how he feels about t-girls in rubber." Matron smiled.

Mistress nodded. "Why do you think I chose those outfits for today?"

"Are you going to punish her?" Asked Matron as they watched Davina turn to the wall and present herself to the man, panties round her knees.

"Watch." Murmured the Mistress.

Matron watched, and then opened her mouth in surprise. "She didn't do it!"

Mistress nodded. "It was a test. And she passed. But she's becoming aware of her power more quickly than I ever thought. She nearly made Roberts cum in his sports pants out on the hockey field today. I had to lend him, and that battering ram he calls a cock, Imogen for the evening. Before he tries to take Davina during the next hockey game."

Matron gasped. "You gave him Imogen? But I thought she was your favourite?"

Mistress nodded. "She has to learn that she does what she's told. She was getting a little too comfortable as my personal slut."

"So," asked Matron, "what are you going to do about Davina?"

Mistress smiled a catlike smile. "I need to know if she can really be controlled. If not, she'll just end up as another slut that has fun for a few years before losing herself. I'm going to put her to the ultimate test. If she does as she's told, I'll make her future assured."

Matron raised an eyebrow.

Mistress' expression became hard, "But the test will be the hardest thing she has ever had to do."

The next day, Davina sat in class, a large dildo complete with balls stuck to the table in front of her. At the front of the class Ms Fanshore, a tall, hard looking transgender woman stood with her tight jeans undone, her large cock hanging from the fly. A 20 year old T-girl sub in the year above Davina was on her knees, licking and sucking at the teacher's cock. 

"Now class." Ms Fanshore said. "Do what Victoria does. Work the shaft. That's it."

The girl on her knees slid her tongue up and down and Davina leant forward, letting her own tongue work up and down the dildo. As she closed her eyes she started fantasising that it was Joseph's cock. She had been up half the night, going over and over what had happened with Olivia and the other girls. Things had got quite heated and as they went to sleep, she could hear a buzzing noise from Olivia's bed, which meant that her friend was using a vibrator on her little hole. 

The classroom door opened and Matron walked in. She looked directly at Davina. 

"Come with me, now." Matron said sharply, before turning and leaving. 

Davina quickly got to her feet and picked up her books, mumbling an apology to Ms Fanshore as she went. 

Matron strode down the corridor ahead and Davina hurried to keep up, still tottering slightly in her heels. 

"Matron, what's.." Davina began.

Matron stopped dead and turned. She looked furious. "Don't say another word. You don't want to end up in even more trouble." And with that, carried on down the hallway. 

Davina felt panic run through her body. What had she done. What had... Joseph. Suddenly Davina felt a thin film of sweat on her forehead. She had acted like a slut with Joseph and now she was going to be punished. 

Matron stopped outside Mistress K's door and knocked. Then she turned, glared at Davina and walked away. 

"Enter." Came Mistress K's reply through the wood. 

With a pounding heart, Davina walked into Mistress K's study. The beautiful, imposing T-woman stood facing away, looking out of the window. She was wearing a white, figure hugging suit with a short, businesslike skirt. 

"Close the door. Undress. Now." Mistress K did not turn round, but her voice was cold. 

With shaking fingers, Davina unbuttoned her blouse, fumbling with the buttons. In a few seconds the blouse fell to the floor and this was followed by her skirt and bra. Davina took a deep breath and slid her panties down around her ankles. She was about to pull down her thigh high stockings when the Mistress turned around. Her face was pale, and her lips were set in a thin line. 

"Leave those on. And your shoes." She barked. 

Davina did as she was told, her eyes lowered, visibly shaking. 

"Pick up your clothes and put them on the bench." She was commanded.

Davina did as she was told, trying not to meet Mistress K's gaze. The Mistress walked over to her and grabbed Davina by her auburn hair. 

"I told you that you belonged to me, little slut. Do you remember?" The Mistress asked, eyes like steel staring directly into Davina's own. Davina nodded, her eyes tearing. "I do, Mistress."

"And yet I find out that you've been spreading your legs," Mistress K slapped Davina's thighs, making the girl jolt, "and your lips," this time she slapped Davina's cheek, making her cry out, "to one of the gardeners. One of the fucking gardeners of all people."

She pulled Davina by the hair towards the desk. "We had a deal, and you broke it, you little bitch."

She dragged her to the far side of the desk and pushed her to her knees. "Get under the desk and mount the dildo, slut."

Davina hurriedly got to her knees and turned, backing her way under the desk, tears now freely running down her cheeks from fear and self-disgust. She carried on backwards until she felt the huge rubber cock press between her cheeks. 

She shifted her ass slightly until she felt the huge tip against her rosebud. Mistress K, meanwhile stood in front of Davina, lifted her skirt to expose her huge, beautiful cock, and sat in the chair. 

Davina slowly pushed back on the dildo, but it was so much bigger than anything she'd ever had in her before. She grunted a little as she pushed, but it was no good, the tip was just too wide.

Mistress K lifted up her booted feet to rest them on Davina's naked thighs, the stiletto heels poking into her flesh. "Get on that dildo, or I'll whip the flesh from your body, bitch." Mistress K growled, and pushed down with her stiletto heels. Davina shrieked with pain and plunged her ass backwards. Her hole spread wider and wider, pain shooting through her, as the thick rubber invader dug deeper and deeper into her virgin hole. 

Mistress K kept pushing with the heels, as the girl sank down onto the huge rubber cock, the sluts breath coming in hard, tortured gasps, her body spasming, trying to make room for the unwelcome visitor. 

Finally Davina felt her butt cheeks touch the end of the Dildo. She was in excruciating pain, the dildo was like a steel pole running up through her whole body. She could hardly breath and she blinked back more tears, waiting for her body to adjust. 

As she gasped, the thick head of Mistress K's cock was pressed against her lips. Mistress K had forgotten what it was like to have a first timer impaled on the huge dildo. She was already hard and, throwing her hair back and her hips forward, she thrust her cock into Davina's open mouth. The girl gagged, but the Mistress did not let up, pressing her cock in deeper and deeper. 

"Fuck the dildo, Davina." She said huskily. And she felt the girl whimper around her cock as the little slut began slowly moving herself up and down the thick toy. Strands of drool were already appearing from the side of Davina's mouth as she felt her Mistresses cock tap again and again against the back of her throat. 

Mistress K held the girl's head still and spoke in a low whisper. "You have displeased me. And I do not like those who displease me. You are about to hear what your future holds. Say nothing, and do nothing but pump that prettily little rump of yours up and down the dildo and suck on my cock. If you stop or try to interrupt my conversation, you leave immediately, naked and alone."

Davina whimpered again but did as she was told, feeling her sphincter start to loosen around the invader and her gag reflex start to abate.

The intercom on the Mistresses desk sounded. "Your 12 o'clock is here, Mistress." The secretary's voice sounded tinny through the speaker. 

"Send him in." The Mistress replied. 

Davina could here the sound of the door open above the coarse sound her her own breathing through her nostrils. 

"Please, take a seat." The Mistress said. "I'd get up, but as you can see..."

Davina heard the man take a seat, and then inhale sharply. She guessed that he had seen her ass so crudely distended by the monster toy. Almost without meaning to, Davina began to pump a little harder, wanting to put on a show for their visitor. 

"May I get you anything?" Asked the Mistress.

When the man spoke, Davina froze. 

"How's about one of what you're having." The man said. Davina recognised the voice. It was her Step-Father!

Mistress K pushed forwards, gagging Davina and bringing her back to reality. She continued to pump against the dildo, still sucking on her mistresses cock, but now her heart was racing and she could feel panic building. 

"I'm sure we can find someone to attend to your needs after this little meeting, Mr Jonas." Mistress replied silkily. 

Pete Jonas, Davina's step-father leaned back in his chair, and watched the plump, tanned ass as it slid up and down the sex toy. The ring of muscle looking almost like lips as they seemed to suck and swallow the thick rubber. 

Mistress k coughed politely, getting his attention. "I called you here today to speak about your son, David."

"Step-Son, you mean," he grunted. "He's no son of mine. He's always been useless. Just the same as his mother. Useless fucking family as far as I'm concerned."

Mistress k ran her fingers through Davina's hair as she felt the girl stiffen again. "Indeed." She replied. "David showed some promise when he came to us, but he has recently been causing trouble. We're very close to sending him home to you."

Jonas snorted. "Doesn't fucking surprise me. Little faggot can't do anything right. Although you might as well just drop him on the street, because he's not welcome in my house anymore. Truth be told," he said shifting forwards in his chair, and getting an eyeful of the show, "his mother'll soon be out on the street too. It was a mistake getting involved with them in the first place."

Mistress k smiled coldly. "Of course. You're clearly a man who makes up his own mind. I admire that. Why don't you stay this evening, and I'll arrange a little entertainment for you. It seems a shame for you to have wasted such a long journey."

Jonas leaned back in his seat and nodded. "Sounds like a great idea."

Later, once Jonas had left, Mistress K slid her cock out of Davina's tired mouth and looked down at her charge, taking in the smeared mascara and tear stained face.

"Davina. What happens next is very important for your future. I want you to understand that I am not doing this because I am cruel, although I can be cruel. I'm doing this because you have to understand that you belong to me. And more than that. You have to understand that you have an incredible talent with men. They crave you. You must understand that this is how you will make your future a success. Use you ass, your mouth, your beauty. Use them all to get what you want. Do you understand."

Davina nodded hesitantly, but the Mistress could tell that she did not understand. "You face a test tonight, Davina. Pass it, and you start your future tomorrow. Wealth, happiness, adventure, can all be yours. Fail the test, and I send you home with that man. And trust me, I'm a good judge of character, and that man is a monster."

Davina blinked back tears. She nodded silently. "Now," said Mistress k, "because you have such a lot to do, I will let you go now, before I have even cum. That is how important this is."




Finishing School for Shemales Ch. 02



Mistress K backed up in her chair and stood, letting her skirt slide down over her cock. Davina slowly edged forwards, feeling every single inch of the huge dildo slipping out of her. The head was the largest part, and yet there was only a small amount of resistance as it finally popped out of her battered little rosebud. 

She shakily got to her feet. 

Mistress K pointed to a door that Davina had never noticed before. "Matron is waiting for you through there. Do as she says, obey your instructions and the future will be wonderful. Goodbye, little one."

And with that, Mistress K leaned down and kissed Davina deeply, tasting her own pre-cum on the little sluts lips. 

Davina walked through the door, her legs barely able to take her weight. To hear that the Mistress was thinking about sending her back to that heartless bastard. Pete Jonas was Davina's step-father, an evil minded sadist who, back when Davina was still David, used to knock him around at the slightest provocation. He was also mean to Davina's Mom, and it sounded like he was going to dump her too! Davina's Mom had put a lot of money into Jonas' business, which had now become a success, but the bastard probably wouldn't leave her a thing when he walked out of the door. 

Davina was trying hard not to cry when she saw Matron waiting for her in a small room. Matron walked over and put an arm around her shoulders, and Davina immediately began sobbing. 

"There, there, darling," Matron said softly. "I'm sure you'll do well this evening. And then all of this will be over."

She poured a deep, hot bath and washed Davina very gently, then dried her and wrapped her in a thick, fluffy robe. 

"What... what's the test tonight, Matron?" Stammered Davina. 

Matron smiled. "You'll find out soon enough, darling." And with that she opened a side door and let in Charity, the T-girl who had first taught Davina how to apply make-up. 

Charity smiled at Davina and sat her down in a make-up chair. She began styling the beautiful young T-girl's long auburn hair, straightening it and adding product to make it shine like silk. She then began applying make-up. Davina sat dumbly in the chair, not sure what was going on. From the mirror she could see that Charity was applying quite heavy make-up, certainly more than she was used to wearing. By the time she was finished, Davina looked at herself, and couldn't believe the transformation. 

Normally she looked pretty, but innocent, just a dash of make-up to bring out her natural beauty. Now, with eye-liner around her eyes and deep, shiny red lips, she looked like a little whore. Charity leant back to admire her work, and smiled. "You look gorgeous, babe." She said. "Now, drop your robe and we'll make you perfect."

Davina slowly got to her feet. She felt so nervous, but she had known Matron and Charity since she first got to the finishing school, and she didn't really feel strange being naked in front of them. Her robe dropped down to the floor. Charity smiled again, taking in Davina's beautiful, lithe body. "Looking hot, hun. You've really developed." She said, wickedly.

Charity then began to squirt oil onto her hands and rub it into Davina's skin, first her legs and then up her thighs, her tight little butt and back. The sensation was very nice, and even though Davina had had a very stressful day, she felt herself begin to loosen up. And she felt other parts of her body begin to harden up. 

Charity turned her round and knelt down, starting to rub oil into her tummy, when she saw Davina's little clit begin to swell. 

"My," she purred, "you are a very responsive young lady, aren't you?" And Charity leant forwards and flicked the very tip of Davina's hardening cock with her tongue. Davina moaned softly, but Charity just smiled and continued with the oil, up Davina's body, and over her pert, rounded breasts, her thumbs running over the thick nipples. 

Davina was a little out of breath by the time Charity had finished, and wished that the sexy T-woman's hands hadn't stopped their delicious work. Matron then walked forward holding a shiny piece of red leather. It was a tiny waspie corset that encircled Davina's already slim waist, and, pulling hard on the cords, matron tied the corset as tight as she could. Davina felt the breath leave her body and her back straighten as the restrictive garment was made secure. Her butt now stuck out and her breasts were pushed upwards and forwards. 

Charity the knelt once more and took out two red patent sandals with a thick perspex platform and stiletto heal, buckling them onto Davina's petite feet. The straps continued up Davina's calfs, finishing just below the knee. 

Matron slowly turned her about, tottering slightly on the high platforms, to face the mirror. Davina drew in a quick gasp. She nearly didn't recognise herself. Her face looked wicked, and sensuous, but her body looked made for fucking. Glistening with a thin film of oil, the corset and heels doing their work to present her assets in the most alluring, most provocative way.

Davina felt her cock grow harder as she looked at herself. The perfect shemale whore, ready for anyone who wanted to fuck her. 

"You're ready," whispered Matron, and taking Davina's hand, led her through a tight passageway into a round chamber with a single door at the far end. Sitting on a couch was Mistress K. Her eyes widened as Davina was led in. 

"My god. She's incredible." Mistress K breathed, getting to her feet and slowly walking around Davina, taking in the rising, falling breasts, the beautiful, pert shining ass.

Mistress K stopped directly in front of Davina and with soft hands gripped the T-girls hairless penis, gently tugging. 

"Am... Am I for you, this evening, Mistress?" Davina asked, nervously. 

Mistress K laughed a deep throaty laugh and shook her head. "I wish you were, Davina. I could fuck you until you were no longer able to walk. No my darling, we have a different test for you this evening."

She took Davina's hand and led her to the doorway at the far end of the room, and pointed to a small viewing hole. Davina leaned forwards and looked in to see a dimly lit room. The room had mirrors on ever surface apart from a wide leather chair sat in the middle. And sitting on the arm chair was her Step-father. Davina's heart started beating faster and faster, and she felt herself begin to tremble. Pulling away from the door she turned to Mistress K, shaking her head. 

"Please," she begged, "not him. Anybody but him."

Mistress K smiled slightly cruelly. "As we agreed, you belong to me, slut." Her expression softened slightly. "You think I'm being cruel, but I'm not. There is a hidden video camera in that room. You must go in and do what he asks. You must let him fuck you. And you must make him say that he knows who you are, knows that you were once his step-son."

Davina blinked, trying not to cry. "But why? Why would you make me do this?"

Mistress K narrowed her eyes. "It should be enough that I tell you to do it. But I also do this to help you. That man is pure evil. But once we have this tape, he belongs to us. To you. We can ensure that your mother is cared for for the rest of her life, that he never bothers her, or you again. With that tape, you will have control. Life is not easy for women like us, Davina. We must use everything we have to make life better. Do you understand?"

Davina looked at the Mistress, and slowly she began to understand what the Mistress had been trying to tell her. Finally she nodded. "I understand."

And with that, she leant forward on her high platforms and lightly kissed the Mistresses lips. Mistress K looked at her, shocked, and for the first time that she could remember, blushed. 

"Let's get started." Davina said softly. 

Mistress K dimmed the lights in the chamber and slowly opened the door. 

Pete Jonas was getting bored. He'd had an excellent supper and a few too many glasses of wine. The girls had been good company over dinner, and he'd tried pawing at one or two of them, but that Mistress K bitch kept a pretty tight ship. Whenever he got a little out of hand, the girls were sent to sit at a different part of the room. She'd promised that it would all be worth his while, but he'd already been sitting here for 15 minutes, and if something didn't happen soon, he'd just get up and leave. He stared at his own reflection in the mirrored walls and admired himself. Not too bad looking even after all these years.

The door opened slowly, and for a few seconds he could see nothing. Then he smelt light, sensuous perfume and saw a figure swaying into the room. He saw only the outline at first. The girl was beautiful, petite, curvy, but slim. 

As the girl walked into the dim light, Pete took in the porn star shoes, the beautiful slim legs and ripe thighs, the rounded hips and tiny, corseted waist. He saw the small cock hanging between those thighs and licked his lips. That he liked girls with 'something extra' was a secret he'd kept hidden for all his life. As he continued looking up he admired one of the finest racks he'd ever seen. Rounded, heavy and pert. The T-girl's tan body glistened in the low lighting. 

"Good evening, Mr Jonas." The voice was light, breathy. 

Pete looked up and saw a beautiful, slutty face, framed in auburn hair, piercing green eyes staring back at him, a sultry smile on the plump lips. 

There was something about the face that he knew, but it was difficult to place. 

The girl walked towards him, hips swaying seductively until she was just a few inches in front of him. Her scent was beautiful, perfume, and a slight sexual musk that made his cock start to harden in his pants. 

She slowly turned on the spot until her ass was just in front of his face. "Do you like what you see, Mr Jonas?" The girl asked, looking at him over her shoulder. She began to bend forwards, running her hands down her glistening legs, revealing her tight little rosebud. Slowly she stood up again.

Pete's cock was painfully hard now, as the girl turned back towards him. She stepped even closer, until her little hairless cock was right in front of his face, then bent forwards to whisper into his ear. As she leant forwards, her heavy breasts brushed his cheek. Pete moaned in the back of his throat. The heat from the girl was incredible. He had never wanted anyone so much in his life. 

The girl's mouth was right by his ear and he felt her lips brush briefly against his skin. "Don't you recognise me, Mr Jonas? Don't you recognise your step-son?"

Pete suddenly jerked backwards and the girl rose and took a step back. Pete Jonas' breathing was heavy. "What the fuck is going on?"

The girl smiled sexily and ran a hand down her body, arching her back. Her finger ran down her cock and further, between her legs. She slowly sank into a crouch. 

"You know what's going on. Don't pretend that this isn't what you wanted. Your own personal shemale fuckslut." The girl almost purred. 

Pete didn't know what to do, as he looked at the girls face he started to see slight signs, slight memories of David's in the shape and bone structure. And in the eyes. But his own eyes were drawn down to the wide spread, tanned thighs, to the little hand working away. He could see the tips of her fingers dipping in and out of her ass. His cock pulsed. 

"David..." He gasped, his voice sounding rough. 

The girl smiled and withdrew her fingers from between her legs. She brought them to her lips and began to lick them with her pink little tongue. 

"You made me. You wanted this." She got to her feet and slowly brought her knees up so that she was straddling him in the leather chair. She slowly took first one of his hands, then the other and placed one on her breast and the other on her ass. "Tell me who I am."

Pete's voice was a harsh whisper in the dim room. "You're... you're my step-son." He said finally. His hands were trembling but already he was starting to squeeze the flesh of her ass, to stroke her beautiful firm breast. 

"They call me Davina now. But I'm in trouble. I'm not supposed to be here." Davina leant forwards until her lips were just by his ear. She swallowed, trying not to tremble or let her fear or loathing for this man show. She let her lips kiss his ear and he gasped. "I want you to take me home, throw my bitch mother out of the house and keep me as your personal sex slave. Would you like that?"

Pete paused, and for a second, Davina thought she had gone too far. But when he replied his voice was tight with lust. "Yes."

Davina slowly got off him and knelt down, swiftly removing his shoes and socks. She leaned forwards and Pete looked over her shoulder seeing her tanned, ripe little ass reflected in the mirrored walls, the small smooth balls hanging between her legs. 

Her hand stroked over his cock, making him moan and then she undid the buttons on his shirt. 

Pete suddenly grabbed her hand. For the first time he looked slightly suspicious. "Then... then why don't we leave now? Together."

Davina felt a thrill of nerves run through her, but she stood up, arching her back. She ran her hand down her corset and down over the oiled, velvet skin of her cock. To her surprise it was starting to grow hard again. She breathed deeply, watching him watch her breasts rise and fall. "Do you see my little clit? So pathetic compared to that beautiful thing I just felt in your pants."

Pete nodded, still wary. 

"It's getting hard for you. I've wanted you for so long. A real man. A strong man. The reason we can't leave now is because I've waited long enough for you already... Daddy." Davina breathed. 

She looked at him through her lashes, still letting her fingers slide of her hardening clit. And she could see that she had him now. He was hers to control. And now she truly understood what Mistress had been trying to tell her. With her beauty, her sensuality, she no longer feared this man as she had as a weak, slight male. Now he wanted her more than anything. And she was going to put him in a position where he could do no harm ever again. This was her power. And it was starting to turn her on, overriding the hatred and loathing and fear she felt for him. 

"Don't you want to fuck me, Daddy?" She asked, almost a little sadly.

Pete took a shaky breath. "Yes... I want to fuck you... I want you right now..."

Davina moved around behind the chair, her ass jiggling slightly with every step, and she removed his shirt. She then walked back in front of him and crouched down on the floor. Her hands ran up his thighs. He growled in the back of his throat as she started to rub his cock through his pants. She then slowly undid his fly and he watched as she smiled like a slut, pushing one hand into his fly. 

"What do you have for me, Daddy?" She purred. Her fingers found his throbbing cock. It was about average in length, but very very thick. At least Davina understood one thing her mother had seen in him. 

She freed his cock from his pants and gripped it in her hand, squeezing and gently pulling the skin down and up on the shaft. 

"Can... Can I suck your cock? Please?" Davina asked, looking up at him. He nodded, unable now to talk. 

Davina leant forwards, and took in the smell of his sex. She couldn't believe it, but she was now incredibly turned on by the effect she was having on this idiot. She opened her lips and pressed her tongue against the very bottom of his shaft, and then incredibly slowly, licked her way up his cock, her eyes always on his. When she reached the top she let her tongue swirl around the hot, fat helmet, already covered in pre-cum. And then she bobbed her head, letting her lips run over the top, taking him in her mouth. 

He grabbed her hair as she began sucking his cock, tasting him, swirling her tongue around, feeling the thick shaft stretch her lips wide. Her head bobbed up and down and his hips rose to meet her. Soon his cock was buried deep in her throat and she felt his pubic hair graze her nose.

He began to tense and she swiftly pulled back, letting his cock fall from her mouth. He watched entranced at the saliva that still connected his cock to her lips. She quickly undid his belt and removed his pants and shorts. Then she stood in front of him and straddled his naked body. Her boobs pressed against his face and she felt him start to lick and suck at her nipples. 

She brought her oiled ass down and began sliding it back and forwards along the length of his shaft. She had to admit that the girth and the heat felt wonderful. 

She looked over her shoulder and saw her pneumatic body sliding over his, her glistening tanned flesh rippling with every stroke. She gasped as he bit one her nipples, but it felt good. 

She felt his hand grip her cock and she gasped out loud, arching her back. And then she did what she had to do. To end this whole charade. She leant backwards and gripped his cock and pushed back until the head was just pressing against her most secret entrance. 

Slowly she pushed backwards and felt herself begin to widen as her rosebud blossomed around the thick invader. Her breath came in harsh gasps, restricted by the corset, but she continued to push onto him. It was the first cock she had had inside of her, and it felt right that this would be the one that freed her. 

The thick head widened her ass even further, making her cry out and bite her lip, until finally, it was in. She paused, her hand resting on his shoulder, but clearly he had mistaken her cry for one of passion. 

He grabbed her waist and thrust upwards. Davina groaned as his full, fat length filled up her tiny ass. Her own little cock was pulsing with each beat of her heart as she sat, splayed on him. 

He started to fuck her, with swift, hard strokes, pounding her soft, delicate hole. She felt him rear up in her insides, stretching her as wide as she would go, then sliding out, only to pound back in once more. 

Gradually her muscles relaxed and she began to accommodate his length more easily. And soon, she was riding him hard, her ass slamming down onto his thighs taking his cock deep into her perfect place. 

He suddenly stopped and pulled her up and off him, and as his cock left she felt her ass gape, already used to its powerful visitor. 

He turned her round, his legs wide, and forced her thighs wider still until she was as spread as she could be, her own legs hooked behind his. And then he sat her back down, aiming his cock, sliding it easily into her ravaged hole. 

Davina gasped again as he re-entered her, but now she could take him. He thrust up into her and they both watch their reflection in the mirror. She watched her own little cock bounce in time with his thrusts as he gripped her hair, pulling her head back. His other hand found her breast and kneaded and pawed at it cruelly. 

He began to thrust harder and harder, sweat now covering both of them, and she felt him tense beneath her. He shouted and she felt the warm heat of his semen begin to spurt inside her, swiftly filling her tight ass.

He finally stopped bucking and lay back in the chair. For a few moments she lay back against him, her thighs still spread, her ass still impaled on his dick. When she had got her breath back, she braced herself, and slowly got to her feet, feeling him slip wetly out of her. She also felt his cum begin to leak out of her, down her inner thighs. 

"That... That was incredible." Pete said. 

Davina stretched. She felt incredible. So powerful and strong she could hardly believe the change in herself. 

"I'll get dressed," he said, "and then I'll see you outside. We can leave tonight."

Davina looked at him over her shoulder, still getting her breath back, his semen dripping from her. "Uhuh." She said non-committally and then walked, with shaky legs, out of the door she had come in through. 




Finishing School for Shemales Ch. 03



Please note, all characters portrayed in this story are over 18. 

*

Davina stood outside Mistress K's study, her knees trembling as she tried to smooth down her wild auburn hair. She sniffed back tears and adjusted her short, pleated skirt, knowing all the time it was useless. Her tight white shirt was ripped at the front, giving anyone who glanced in her direction a direct view of plump, tan breasts nestled together in their push up bra, and Davina knew that her mascara had run because of the tears. And it wasn't even her fault!

She glanced across and saw Mistress K's secretary, a pretty woman in her mid-thirties, give her a sympathetic look. "The Mistress will see you know, Davina."

Nodding miserably, and hoping that she wouldn't burst into tears all over again, Davina gently pushed open the heavy wooden door and made her way into Mistress K's study. The Mistress sat at her desk, and raised her eyebrows as the girl came in.

"Good afternoon, Davina." 

Davina mumbled something about 'good afternoon' through a whole new bout of tears and felt her lip start to quiver. Mistress K sighed and slowly raised herself from her chair, making her way around the imposing oak desk until she stood just a few feet from the snivelling girl. Mistress K raised her hand and Davina flinched slightly, expecting to be punished, but instead, the tall, statuesque woman gently touched the girls cheek. Davina peered up through her eyelashes to see a strangely tender expression on the Mistresses normally severe face. 

"What are we going to do with you, little flower?" The Mistress whispered. "You're a mess aren't you?"

Davina drew in a shuddering breath and nodded. 

"When you came to us, you were a boy, a lost, stupid young man with no direction. But we saw your potential, didn't we? We saw the girl who was waiting to emerge. So beautiful..."

Mistress K's hand slid slowly down Davina's neck and cupped her left breast. 

"And we made you perfect. A little slut who would bring pleasure wherever she went." Mistress K's fingers coiled gently around Davina's hardening nipple, and with a flick, she pinched, her fingers gripping tightly to the girls sensitive flesh. Davina's breath left her in a second, but the Mistress did not let go and soon even more tears were running down the girls face.

"And now I hear that you've let me down, Davina. I hear that you've been playing with something that doesn't belong to you."

The Mistresses other hand slid up Davina's skirt and found the front of the girl's bulging panties. The Mistress could feel the hardness of a plastic restraint, keeping the girl's pretty little cock soft and out of reach. 

When the Mistress spoke next, it was almost a hiss, and as she spoke, she twisted the cock restraint, making Davina cry out. "This. Belongs. To. Me. Slut. Do you understand?"

Davina nodded, squirming against the pain in her nipple and crotch. "Y...yes Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

The Mistress let go of the restraint, but kept the nipple tightly between her fingertips, still in a vice like grip. "And now I hear that you've been fighting with another girl. Is this true?"

Davina nodded miserably. "Yes, Mistress."

"But fighting and playing with your cock, that's what a boy would do, isn't it Davina? Or should we go back to calling you David? Should we turn you out in the clothes you came in here with, to let you be the boy you clearly wish you still were."

Davina looked up at her in fright, and in a second, she forgot the pain. The fear of being turned away was far greater. "Please don't, Mistress, please don't send me away. I'm sorry for everything I've done... but please..."

The girl began to sob, and the Mistress let the girl's nipple slide through her fingers, freeing it. "What was the fight about, Davina?"

Davina drew in a long, shuddering breath and lowered her eyes. "One of the Dom girls, Natalia, she... she wanted me to do something for her."

Mistress K nodded. "She wanted to fuck you, didn't she? She's quite a rampant little beast, our Natalia. And did you let her?"

Davina hesitated and then shook her head miserably. "No Mistress."

The Mistress raised an eyebrow and lifted the girl's chin until she was looking her directly in the eye. "That is, of course, your choice. But may I ask you a question?"

Davina nodded and let her eyes drop once more. 

"Have you been leading Natalia on, Davina?"

Davina didn't say anything. The Mistress continued. "Have you been flirting with her? Perhaps letting those pert breasts of yours brush against her? Perhaps pushing that pert little bottom against Natalia's cock when she's behind you in line?"

Davina said nothing. "Davina!" Barked the Mistress. 

Davina nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"And haven't you also been writing her little notes?" The Mistress asked, taking something from her pocket. Davina looked up sharply, her face shocked. "How.."

The Mistress smiled lazily. "How did I get these? I know everything that happens here, Davina. Including you writing little notes that say things like "Darling Natalia, you're so pretty in your uniform I get butterflies'?"

Davina blushed deep scarlet and looked at her shoes. 

The Mistress continued reading. "Not to mention the rather more direct 'Sweet Natalia, I dreamt of your cock last night...' which although not terribly subtle at least gets your message across. So I understand that you agreed to meet her, and then, rather than enjoying each other's company, you slapped her and started a fight."

Davina nodded. The Mistress put the paper on the table and placed her hand on Davina's back, and pushed her gently towards a corner of the room. Davina did as she was told and let herself be guided by the older woman. "You're confused, my little flower. I thought we'd got over this, but it seems you still need some instruction."

Davina glanced up, a frightened expression on her face, but the Mistress gave nothing away as they came to a bookshelf in the corner of the room. The Mistress pressed a switch and the panel swung open, revealing a little cast iron staircase leading upwards. Davina began climbing the stairs and the Mistress closed the secret door behind them. As the Mistress followed the girl up, she couldn't help but look up that short skirt, at the firm, rounded little ass that swayed back and forwards. Poor Natalia, the Mistress thought, so near and yet...

At the top of the stairs Davina was surprised to see a simple, but beautifully furnished bedroom, dominated by a large bed covered in silk sheets. The French windows opened out onto a small, private balcony, and thin, white drapes drifted backwards and forwards in the summer breeze. 

The Mistress walked past the girl and perched on the edge of the bed where she lit a thin cigarette and drew the smoke into her lungs. The Mistress nodded to a small door in the corner of the room. 

"Make yourself presentable, and put on the outfit hanging from the back of the door." The Mistress flicked ash into an ashtray and gazed out of the window.

Davina nodded and hurried across the room. She had no idea what was happening, and in truth, she didn't really understand what had been going on in her own head for the last few weeks. She found herself in a large bathroom, with a claw-footed bathtub in the centre of the marble floor. She quickly hurried to the mirror and was horrified by what she saw. Her hair was sticking out at all angles and her make-up was smeared all across her face. Quickly, hardly thinking, Davina cleaned her face and began fixing her make-up. Now she was so proficient she could almost do this on automatic, and whilst she made herself up, she let her mind wander. She should probably apologise to Natalia, she admitted to herself. She'd lead the dom girl on... and that was what was confusing. She did find Natalia attractive, but there was something in the back of her mind that still couldn't seem to make sense of the whole situation, and in times of extreme emotion, seemed to lash out. That was what had happened with the dom girl. They had been kissing in one of the empty supply-rooms, and she had felt the girl's hand slide up her skirt, a slim finger pushing her panties to one side to gently stroke the smooth pink bud of her anus, when suddenly, Davina had lashed out. 

Davina finished her make-up, applying a silky layer of lip-gloss to her pink lips, and began to brush her straight auburn hair until it shone. She knew that she had not felt right as a boy, she understood that now. But even though she had felt liberated the night that Mistress K made her fuck her detested step-father, her mind was still in turmoil. And without the release of being able to play with her cock, she was finding herself acting more and more irrationally. The Matron had found her tugging on her little penis in the shower and had immediately called in the orderlies. They had fitted a pink plastic restraint to her cock and balls which would not allow any pleasure at all. She couldn't even get hard! And since then, she hadn't orgasmed once. She felt the lust and confusion building up in her mind more and more every day, but she did not know what to do! And worst of all, she hadn't been able to see Joseph since the night he, Olivia and Davina had shared together. It was all so unfair. 

Davina suddenly realised that she was staring dreamily into the mirror as she brushed her hair and cursed herself for a fool. She was already in trouble with Mistress K. If she kept her waiting, her punishment would be even more brutal! She quickly stripped off her uniform to reveal her perfect little T-Girl body. Long, slim legs rounding out to lithe thighs and wide hips. Her tummy was flat and even a little toned with all the exercise she had been doing, and her breasts, one of the things she liked most about her new look, were round and pert. But as she looked down, she nearly started crying again. There it was, nestled at the top of her thighs, below the little landing strip of red pubic hair, the hated pink restraint.

Davina spun and pattered to the door to see what kinky outfit the Mistress had in store for her, and for a second, she was surprised. A simple, cream silk thigh length nightie hung from the door. Davina took the garment down and felt the smooth cold of the silk under her fingers give her a little thrill. She quickly slipped into the nightie and settled the thin straps over her narrow shoulders. As the material flowed over her body, Davina felt her nipples harden. Her little imprisoned cock hurt suddenly as it tried to harden in sympathy. Davina took a breath and felt the pain dissipate. Also hanging from the door was a little pair of cream silk g-string panties. She quickly pulled them up her long legs and settled them into place, but was disappointed to see the line of the panties ruined by the hated plastic restraint. 

Davina breathed deeply and smoothed down the nightie and then, slowly opened the bathroom door, her head down, meekly hoping that her punishment would not be too severe. As she walked into the bedroom, she heard soft music playing. Looking up, Davina saw Mistress K reclining on the broad bed, her clothes were piled neatly on a chair in the corner. The Mistress was completely naked, still smoking a thin cigarette and looking at Davina through heavy lidded eyes. This was the first time that Davina had seen the Mistress without clothes, and her breath caught in her throat. The T-woman was beautiful. Her skin was flawless, brown and soft. Her long body spoke of elegance, small firm breasts and narrow hips and her long legs ended in surprisingly petite feet for such a tall woman. And below a small, well trimmed bush of dark pubic hair, lying across the woman's soft, supple thigh, was the thick, heavy penis that Davina had already learned to fear. She had felt that cock, hard as steel, gagging her, buried in her throat, bringing tears to her eyes. But now, as it lay soft, Davina thought that it looked beautiful. 

The Mistress shifted and pulled her dark hair behind her ear and beckoned to Davina. The girl made her way across the room, her knees shaking, her whole body trembling. Everything about this seemed strange. She had never seen the Mistress look so beautiful, so feminine... or so vulnerable. 

Davina knelt at the edge of the bed, aware that her nipples her like little hard little bullets, showing through the material of her nightie. The Mistress smiled and placed her cigarette in a glass ashtray by the side of the bed, the aromatic smoke teasing Davina's nose. 

"Do you like what you see, Davina?" Asked the Mistress in a low, husky voice. 

Davina lowered her eyes and then looked up and nodded. When she spoke she felt her voice catch in her throat. "You're beautiful, Mistress."

The older woman smiled and stretched seductively. As she did, she gently spread her legs and pulled her feet back towards her bottom, revealing her most vulnerable place, her tight, dark little rosebud. Davina couldn't take her eyes of the Mistress. She would never have believed that she would see this woman, this icon, laying back and opening herself in such a submissive way. 

The Mistress beckoned again, and with trembling limbs, Davina crawled down the bed. The Mistress stopped her with a raised finger when the girls head was almost level with her spread thighs. 

"Breath in, little flower. Taste the air." The Mistresses voice was low and hypnotic. Davina breathed in deeply and she could smell the light perfume that the Mistress always wore, mixed with the cream scent of warm skin. And below that, the slightly salty scent of the the Mistresses cock, a musky, heady undertone. 

"Do you want to fuck me, little flower?" Mistress K whispered. "Do you want to own me, to take your cock and force it into me while I moan for you?"

Davina was trembling with the mix of emotions. Somewhere, deep inside her, something did want to grasp the Mistress, to force her thighs wider still and to enter her, to take control. But there was another part of her that was starting to become more aware... of the breeze on her skin, of the cool feel of silk stroking her breasts and bottom. Of the beautiful sight of that long, thick penis that now rested over the Mistress smooth, heavy scrotum. Of a trembling warmth that was running through her tummy, making her nipples tingle, making her little anus contract over and over in a way that made it hard to think. 

She looked up to see the Mistress staring straight into her soul. Davina finally found her voice and when she spoke it was in a hushed whisper. "I don't... I can't..."

The Mistress smiled a broad, knowing smile. "But it's here for you." The Mistress let a slim finger run down her body, over her slim stomach, over the line of her penis, to rest on her opening. 

Davina trembled even more, and she couldn't take her eyes of the Mistresses finger. "...No... Mistress. I... I can't."

The Mistress smiled even more broadly and lifted her hand from her opening to rest it against Davina's lips. As she did the woman brought her thighs back together once more, her skin whispering on the silk sheets. "You shouldn't play with your cock, little flower. You're not like me. You're little penis is adorable, but it's not for you, is it?"

Davina slowly shook her head.

The Mistress let her hand drift across to her penis and began gently stroking the skin with the tips of her painted fingernails. "You could have had an opportunity to own me. To make me yours, but it's not in you, is it? Do you know why you're so confused and frustrated all the time, little flower?"

Davina shook her head, her eyes watching the woman's hand stroke that beautiful penis. 

"It's because you still think with this." The Mistress leaned forward and tapped the plastic of Davina's restraint through her panties. "When you should be thinking," the woman leaned forward and let her hand slide between Davina's soft, tan thighs and then turned it, her fingers reaching up to press against Davina's anus, "with this."

Davina's breath came in short gasps. 

"Learn to cum using toys, or your fingers, little flower. But most of all, learn to cum from someone else's cock." The Mistresses fingers were rubbing on Davina's opening with small but firm circling motions, making the girl's thighs tremble in an adorable way. "Learn that what goes in here." the Mistress pushed and her finger slowly slid into Davina's lubed hole, making her moan. "Will make all of your cares and frustration come flowing out of here." With her other hand, the Mistress gripped the restraint and pulled on it gently. 

"Y...Yes, Mistress." Davina gasped, sweat forming on her brow. 

The Mistress grabbed the back of Davina's head and slowly brought it to within an inch of her cock. "Taste the air again, little flower. Tell me what you taste."

Davina drew in another breath and now the scent of the Mistresses beautiful penis was almost overwhelming. 

"I can smell..." Davina hesitated.

The Mistress tightened her grip on the girl's hair. "Tell me, Davina."

Davina closed her eyes, hoping that she wouldn't be punished for her answer. "I can smell cock, Mistress."

The Mistress smiled. "Good girl."

The Mistress held the girl's head in place whilst she grasped her penis and pulled back the skin to reveal the shining, broad head, already starting to ooze a little pre-cum. She pulled once or twice on the thick, veined shaft, and then began to rub the head across Davina's cheek, leaving a slippery trail of clear pre-cum. She moved the head a little and then rubbed it with glacier speed between the girl's top lip and her nose, leaving a thick band of slimy liquid behind. 

She lifted the girl's head, pleased to see the lines of pre-cum glisten in the summer light. "Breath in, little flower."

Davina breathed in deeply through her nose. The scent was intoxicating, pure sex, pure excitement. The Mistress smiled as she saw Davina's cheeks flush.

"Whenever you have that scent in your nostrils, it means that someone is hard for you. That they want to have you, to be inside you. And when they're inside you, that's when all of your passion, all of your frustration can come loose."

She stroked the girls face and smiled as the Davina turned to take the woman's fingers in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them. 

"Shall I show you how to use you hole to cum, little flower?" the Mistresses voice was hypnotising. Davina nodded and reluctantly let the Mistresses fingers fall from her mouth. 

"If you want to cum, you need a hard cock. Get me hard, Davina."

Davina lowered her head and once more took in the heady aroma of the Mistresses thick sex. She began butterfly kissing along its length, darting little kisses that made the Mistress groan and lie back against the pillows. She nestled her nose in between the Mistresses thighs and began letting her cheeks stroke the woman's heavy balls. And then her bright little tongue slipped out, darting little licks to the Mistresses balls, in quick succession, nuzzling and licking. 

Davina felt the heavy length of her Mistress cock twitch and began to harden. She looked up at Mistress K with her big green eyes, and slowly and deliberately licked her way up the smooth perfumed shaft. The Mistress gazed into her eyes as the T-girl licked her cock like a lollipop, watching as she reached the tip and strings of clear pre-cum slid from her tongue. Again and and again the girl licked, feeling each beautiful vein in that thick shaft before lowering her head and opening her pink lips, letting one of the Mistresses heavy balls fall into her mouth. Davina gently sucked, swirling her tongue around her prize as the Mistress drew in a hiss of breath. 

And then Davina let her tongue describe a wiggling path back up the shaft until she was eye level with the huge, bulbous head of her Mistresses penis. Dew drops of pre-cum quivered at the top of the shaft and Davina lowered her head and kissed the very tip, letting her tongue lap up her Mistresses excitement. She felt the thick, salty texture roll over her tongue, and loved it, felt more feminine than she had for weeks. And suddenly it was too much, she bobbed her head and took that beautiful head deep into her soft warm mouth. 




Finishing School for Shemales Ch. 03



"Ohhh... My little flower..." The Mistress grasped Davina's hair and pushed her down, deeper onto the shaft. Davina's lips were spread wide as the huge invader came into her mouth, inch by inch, until it reached her throat. Davina gagged slightly and the Mistress pulled her head back, letting the cock pop from her lips. The girls lips and chin were still connected to the Mistresses cock with thick ribbons of pre-cum and saliva. 

"What do you want, Davina?" Mistress K asked in a strange, intense voice.

"I want to cum, Mistress."

The Mistress smiled. "Good girl."

The Mistress reached forwards and unhooked the shoulder straps of the girls nightie, letting it tumble down to gather at her waist. Davina reached down to remove her panties, but the Mistress held her hands still. "I can get to what I want without you taking them off. Which means.."

Davina's eyes were wicked and bright as she answered. "That I can get what I want without taking them off."

Mistress K smiled and reached across to the side table where a vial of clear liquid waited. She nodded to Davina who held her hands out and she poured a measure of the liquid into her waiting palms. 

Davina began to stroke the Mistresses rock hard cock, letting the lube flow all over it -- she used two hands, twisting them, watching the woman groan and shift under her hands. 

"Now, little flower. I need to be inside you."

Davina moved forwards, spreading her legs across the Mistresses thighs, sliding herself up until she felt the hot, wet length of her Mistresses beautiful penis slide across the sensitive skin of her perineum, She leaned back and pull her g-string to one side and reaching behind her, took the cock in one fist, slowly pumping it as Mistress K stared straight into her eyes.

Davina lowered her tummy and gently pushed back until she felt the shaft between her soft silken cheeks. The lube was making everything slippery and for a few seconds she moved her hips, sliding the cock up and down. And then she held it steady and slowly pushed backwards. 

The tip of Mistress K's huge cock kissed the centre of Davina's most secret place, and for a few seconds, Davina held it there, and then, with a little groan she pushed backwards.

At first she let just a few fractions of an inch in, then let it slide out, just teasing her little boy-pussy, preparing it for its overlarge visitor. She pushed back further and felt the tip push in a little further. The sensation was incredible, the heat from that magnificent cock seemed to radiate straight into her tummy, and the feeling of being spread was indescribable. But she got a little greedy, hooked on that feeling of entry and pushed back harder. 

The Mistress watched, entranced as the girl's expression turned from one of bliss to one of pain.

"Take it, little flower. You need it to get what you want."

Davina's beautiful face was adorable as she bit her lip, and pushed back a little further. The huge head was halfway in to her blossoming rosebud, an intruder too thick and too hard to be welcome.

Mistress K watched Davina start to pant against the pain, gasping as she looked at her with those beautiful green eyes. With a grunt that seemed to come from deep within her, Davina pushed back and felt the head of her Mistresses penis pass through her sphincter. Davina gave a small scream and looked up at her Mistress, sweat running down her face and across her breasts, with an expression of pain and fear. 

"Stay still for a while, little flower." Mistress K whispered, stroking the girl's now sweat tangled hair. Davina gave a low moan and the woman could see adorable little tears pricking out from the corner of the girl's eyes. 

"Does it hurt, Davina?" Asked the Mistress.

Davina nodded, her eyes almost desperate. The Mistress reached out and caressed the girls breasts.

"It will be worth it, I promise. But the pain is part of your duty."

Davina nodded weakly and the Mistress, gripped the girl's nipples between her fingers, making her hiss. Mistress K tightened her grip and pushed forwards. Davina's breath came in ragged gasps as the thick veined shaft was slid further and further into her body. She was trembling, body shaking like a leaf and Mistress K delighted in feeling the girl's little ass spasm around her. 

Mistress K continued pushing her down and Davina's insides felt like they were on fire. She splayed her legs out as far as they would go, trying to make room for that huge cock, shoulders heaving as she drew in deep gasps, sweat running down her narrow back. 

With a shouted groan that came from deep inside the girl's body, Davina pushed backwards, and felt the last few inches of the slippery shaft penetrate her anus. She leant back shivering, her breasts heaving, fully impaled, imprisoned on her Mistresses sex. 

Mistress K looked at the girl and was amazed to see, yes, pain, but also... Victory in the girl's face?

Davina made a noise that sounded almost like a shuddering purr and one hand slid down her body to her imprisoned girly-cock. 

"No, Davina!" Snapped Mistress K. The look in the girl's eyes was wild and defiant and the Mistress changed her tone slightly.

"You were made to take cock, that is your purpose. Gain pleasure from the gift I'm giving you." the Mistresses voice was low and swept around the room. "Reach back and feel how beautiful you are, little flower."

Davina looked puzzled for a few seconds, and then, slowly reached back. Mistress K felt questing fingers stroking her scrotum and then Davina's wild eyes met hers. 

Davina slowly moved her fingers around and felt the hot, stretched skin of her entrance, wrapped around the thick cock, gripping it, holding it. 

"Your little cunt feels beautiful, Davina. Can you feel how perfect it feels around me?" 

Davina rubbed slick fingers all around her tortured hole and the sensation was incredible, as though every nerve ending was one hundred percent completely honed. 

Davina leant forwards, little groans coming as she sifted her weight, until her face was inches from Mistress K's. Davina leant her head forward and licked the woman's lips with the top of her tongue.

"Fuck me, Mistress." She breathed. 

Mistress K pulled a little of her length out of its beautiful home and slowly pushed it back in. Davina growled and before Mistress K knew what was happening the girl was kissing her passionately, her little tongue meeting the Mistresses own. Mistress K never kissed her sluts, but this was overpowering. She kissed Davina back and bit the T-girls lip before starting to thrust into the little sluts hole. 

Davina began pushing back, her behind was on fire, but she didn't care, her little penis was struggling against the restraint, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the growing, incredible feeling of her Mistresses thick cock pumping in an out of her. She felt complete, she felt like she was born to do this. 

Davina leant backwards, resting her hands on the bed behind her and started grinding her rosebud down, twisting, making Mistress K moan. Then, using her thighs, banging up and down, hearing their flesh slap together, feeling the tip of that wonderful cock touch the very centre if her being. 

And then its started to happen. Her whole body felt as though it was filled with electricity, a feeling that touched her neck, her nipples, her tummy, her little cock, and most of all, her anal opening. She plunged her body down harder and harder and, though the cage would not let her get hard, she began to feel an incredible sensation. Her cum was sliding from her, not in spurts as it did when she played with her little cock, but in long, smooth ejaculations that matched the rhythm of the cock fucking her ass. Davina began to shout, a low sound that got more and more intense. Mistress K bucked against her harder and harder, until the girl spasmed once, then again and came to a juddering stop.

She looked down at Mistress K, her eyes alight with lust and completion, their sweaty skin sliding together. Davina slumped forwards and felt her breasts tingle as they touched Mistress K's. She kissed her Mistress, slowly, lovingly, and her Mistress kissed her back. 

Mistress K spoke in a flat, lust filled voice. "One thing you'll learn, my little flower, is that we're not finished until you're filled with someone's seed."

With a snarl, she turned Davina over until Mistress K was on top, between the girl's thighs, still embedded inside her. Mistress K looked down at the damp patch of cum on the girl's panties seeping through the restraint, and it was enough to send her into a fury of pounding. Davina spread her legs as wide as they would go, and she hung on for dear life, feeling that huge penis swell and fill her with every stroke, until, with a scream, the Mistress exploded into her, filling her insides with string after string of thick white sperm. 

Mistress K slumped down on her pupil, drawing in deep breaths. The girl's eyes were glazed and Mistress K knew that she had given her toy another orgasm. 

The Mistress leaned upwards and gently pulled her softening cock from the girls opening. She took Davina's hand and led it down until she was touching her ravaged hole. Davina felt her anus stretched wide, gaping, and with a warm gush, what felt like half a cup of semen flowing out onto her fingers. Davina locked her green eyes to her Mistresses and reached her hand up, watching the cum slide over over fingers, falling on her breasts. Deliberately she brought the fingers to her lips, letting the cum flow into her mouth and over her face. 

Mistress K smiled. "What sort of little monster have I created?"

Davina smiled back. 

A few days later Davina walked hand in hand with Olivia though the finishing school's manicured grounds. Holding hands with Olivia seemed so natural that Davina only had vague recollections of how he would once have looked at the scene. Two sissy boys holding hands and dressed in short skirts and tight white T's, tottering along on high heels with knee socks making the picture complete. But Davina knew that David had been wrong, that this must be right because it felt so right. 

"Are you feeling as bit better now?" Olivia asked with a cheeky, sideways glance.

Davina blushed through her tan and nodded. Olivia giggled. "I can't believe that you couldn't walk right for two days. I thought that was only, like a joke or something."

Davina smiled shyly. "You've had that thing inside you. You know how big it is!"

Olivia nodded. "I think you had a much better time than I did though." She said, remembering the punishment fuck she had received on the Mistresses desk. 

Davina looked dreamy for a few seconds and then realised that her friend was watching her. "What?" She asked.

Olivia leant in close and Davina felt her friends breast brush her arm. "She's never done that with anyone else you know. You're, like, a miracle. She actually wanted you to cum. Next thing you know you guys'll be kissing."

Davina coloured again and Olivia paled a little. She let Davina's hand slip from her own. "She kissed you?" 

Davina nodded and hugged her chest. She couldn't figure out why Olivia was being so strange. 

"Maybe," Olivia said slowly, "it's best if we don't get too close. Not if you belong to her now. I don't want her mad at me again." Davina shook her head, feeling her ponytail dance across the top of her back. "Don't be stupid." She quickly looked around. "Come with me." She whispered and hurried off into a small border of trees. 

Olivia hurried after and could barely keep up. Heels weren't exactly made for this kind of terrain. She eventually caught up with Davina in a little clearing deep in the woods. Davina was waiting for her, cheeks flushed. 

"I don't..." Olive started, before Davina put her arms around her friends waist and kissed her deeply. The kiss went on for several seconds and their bodies pressed closely together. 

Eventually Davina pulled back and looked her friend deep in the eyes, gripping her hands close. "You're my best friend, Olivia. I... I don't know what's happening with Mistress K, but I know that I love you."

Olivia flushed and looked like she might cry.

"Don't cry, Olivia. There's enough people out in the real world who'll be mean to us. Who'll call us freaks because they're too stupid to understand that this is right. We need all the support we can get."

Olivia leaned forwards and kissed her friend, their tongues sliding over one another. Davina felt Olivia's hand slide down her tummy and over the front of her panties. Davina no longer had to wear the restraint, not now that she knew how much pleasure she could get from having a real cock inside her. 

In the woods came the sound of a twig snapping. Olivia and Davina stepped back from one another and looked around. They shouldn't really be this far from the house, but... A shadow moved in the woods. 

"Quick!" Whispered Davina. "We've got to get back!"

They started running towards the house, but Olivia turned her ankle, falling to the ground. Davina stopped and hurried back. She had nearly reached her friend when she felt someone grab her from behind. She struggled, but a cloth was rammed in front of her mouth. As things began to go black she saw another figure grappling with Olivia. Before Davina blacked out the figure grabbing Olivia turned. It was a face she recognised. It was her step-father. 

Davina came blearily awake in a lot of discomfort. She was face down on a rubber service that was jolting underneath her. A gag stretched her mouth wide, and she could feel drool on her cheek. Her hands were pulled behind her, and had been tied to her ankles. She was hogtied. In the darkness she heard an engine roar and as she looked across she saw the still unconscious form of Olivia, also gagged and hogtied lying just a few inches from her. They were lying in the back of a truck. 

After a few minutes the vehicle came to a halt and Davina heard the sound of car doors slamming. The doors opened behind her and a man's boot appeared by her face. 

Davina eyes were wide as the face of her step-father came into view. He looked awful, haggard, eyes bloodshot, unshaven. He also smelled of alcohol. 

His voice was a rasp when he spoke. "Good, you're awake, you little faggot. I just wanted you to know, before your little journey, that I did this to you. Primping and dressin' up like a girl is disgustin', and you're gonna get exactly what you deserve."

Davina didn't move a muscle, terrified at what this horrible, desperate man would do. She watched his eyes turn to the unconscious Olivia. "But maybe," he said, "I can get myself a little time with your friend before you leave. Would you like to watch me fuck her, bitch?"

Davina felt her eyes tear when suddenly another man dragged her step-father out of the back of the truck.

"Leave them alone, dipshit, or we'll finish this up and drop your body in the fucking ocean. Understand?" The man's voice was deep and menacing, and she heard her step-father mumble an apology.

The unknown man suddenly leant over her and quickly shone a light into her eyes one after another. 

"Sedate them again." He said gruffly. Davina struggled and moaned against her bonds, but in a few moments she felt the cruel jab of a needle being poked into her arm, and within seconds she felt everything going black once more. 

Davina awoke slowly, her head felt groggy and her mouth was dry. Opening her eyes she looked up at a white ceiling, and for a second wondered if she was still in her room at the Finishing School. Suddenly, everything came back to her, the abduction, the drugging...

"Olivia!" She said, her voice sounding croaky, and she quickly looked around, feeling her head swim. 

In the corner of the room sat a beautiful Japanese woman, looking at her kindly. Her voice was light and tinged with an American accent. "Your friend is safe, Davina." The woman said calmly. 

Davina suddenly realised that she was lying on a thin bed, naked under a soft white sheet. She brought the sheet up to cover her breasts and the woman smiled, though not cruelly, before getting to her feet. The sound of her 3 inch heels echoed around the silent room and Davina could see that the woman was dressed in a very unusual outfit. It was one piece of see-through material, caught around her breasts and sweeping round her body to circle her hips. Beneath the material, Davina could see that the woman was like her, with a small penis tucked between her thighs. The woman was very petite, and very pretty, and she seemed like she was a friend. 

"W...what happened?" Asked Davina as the woman picked up a cup of water and handed it to her. 

The woman looked her in the eye and Davina could see that she would not like the answer. "You have been acquired by the Cabal, Davina."

Davina looked at her in incomprehension and then began sipping at the water, feeling the beautiful cool liquid flow down her throat. "I don't..."

The woman perched on the edge of the bed. "Listen carefully, and understand that what I say is the truth. What has happened to you can not be undone."

Davina nodded, now more scared than ever. 

The woman continued. "The Cabal is a like minded group of business men who enjoy girls like us." The woman let one hand brush the front of her crotch, and Davina could now see that the woman's little penis was wrapped in what looked like tiny jewels.

"However, being found with someone like us could do very serious damage to their reputations, and so they came up with a plan. They built this complex several years ago. I do not know what country it is in, only that we are surrounded on all sides by miles of dry, barren desert. There is only one road in and that is guarded from miles out. There is no escape."

Davina began to pale and to shake a little at the Japanese woman's words. 

"The Cabal are very wealthy and very powerful, and what they cannot buy, they take. There are many girls like us at the complex, and each and every one of us was abducted from different parts of the world. Nobody knows where we are, or even if we're still alive."

Davina pushed her hair back behind her ear with a shaking hand. "But... but what do they want with us?"

The woman stared at her own hands for a while. "Do you know what a harem is, Davina?" She asked.

Davina nodded. 

"That," said the woman, "is what we are. We are slaves to these men's every sexual fantasy and desire. Whatever they can imagine, we must make real for them." She held Davina's hand tightly. "You must never disobey them. You must never say no. And unless you are sworn to one man, you must never turn any man down."

Davina was trying to understand, it was all happening so soon. "Sworn to one man... I don't understand."

The Japanese woman slowly lifted the diaphanous material covering her thighs. Davina could see that the woman's small penis was dotted with tiny jewels, but that in the centre was a cruel gold piercing that shot straight through the sensitive flesh. Attached to the piercing a was a gold chain that flowed underneath the woman's small balls, pulling her penis back between her legs. The woman slowly turned to reveal that the chain rose up between her full ass cheeks to join a jewelled butt plug, thrust firmly into her sensitive behind. "I was picked by one of the men to belong only to him. It is rare, but sometimes they do it to show power over other members of the Cabal. Eventually I will once more become just another part of the harem when he has grown bored of me or made his point to the other members, but until then, this," the woman let her finger tap on the jewelled plug, "shows that I belong to him and him alone." 

Davina felt tears trickle down her cheeks. "What happens now?"

The Japanese woman turned to face the door. "Now we must prepare you to meet the other girls."




Finishing School for Shemales Ch. 03



Davina put one hand across her breasts and other across her crotch as she followed the woman out of the small room. They made their way down clinical corridors until they came to a small room with a shower cubical and toilet. "Rise yourself out and then wash yourself." The woman murmured, handing Davina an enema. 

Half an hour later, Davina was wrapped in a thick towel, and although still scared, she felt at least a little more human. The Japanese woman led her down another corridor when Davina gently put one hand on her arm. The woman turned and smiled, a curious look on her face. 

"Please," said Davina, "I don't know your name."

The woman smiled and placed her hand on Davina's shoulder. "I'm Miki. If you ever need anything, I'll try to help you as best I can. But here, the only one who can help you is yourself."

Davina nodded and looked around quickly. "Is there really no escape?"

Miki shook her head sadly. "The staff detest us. They are as much slaves as we are, and they have to scrub floors and clean up after us whilst they see us spending our days parading our bodies around like harlots." Miki gripped Davina's arm more firmly. "And beware the guards. If they offer you the chance to escape, ignore them. If you go with them, they will not set you free, they will only make you wish you had never left."

Davina nodded dumbly and let her eyes drop, following Miki through the corridor. They soon found themselves in what looked like a small, simple salon where a surly woman quickly pushed Davina into a chair and styled her hair. It was a little shorter than she was used to, but when she tried to object, the woman simply snarled at her and continued with her work. 

After that, Miki quickly helped her with her make-up, another style she wasn't used to with kohl around her eyes and too much foundation. She looked into the mirror and see a slutty goth looking porn star staring back at her. It was all happening so fast that Davina didn't know what to do, but having the reassuring figure of Miki close by made her feel a little better. 

Miki then she led her into a room filled with outfits from every country and all periods of history. Togas hung next to ball gowns and tight leather jeans. 

"Most of these are for special parties -- the men may decide that they want a theme for the evening and the girls have to dress accordingly. But for the most part you will wear outfits like these." Miki unhooked a tiny white bikini top from a hangar and helped Davina remove her towel. The bikini straps tied behind her back and her neck, and as Miki helped her position it, she was horrified to see the two tiny white triangles of material barely covering her nipples. Miki then swiftly searched beneath the shelves and found a tall pair of open toed stiletto heels and helped Davina slip them onto her feet. 

Davina stood in front of the mirror and waited whilst Miki picked up a pair of strange looking bikini bottoms. Miki tied one little ribbon and then the other and pulled them high up onto Davina's thighs. She put her hand to her mouth in disbelief as she looked into the mirror.

"They're too small!" Davina gasped. The tiny bottoms had a small triangle of white fabric at the front and at the back, but at the front it was indecent. Rather than covering her little girly-cock, the bottoms only covered her small testicles holding them tightly in pace and at the same time lifted her cock upwards as though presenting it so that it was visible for everyone to see.

Davina automatically covered her penis with one hand when Miki caught hold of her hand firmly. "Never cover yourself." The woman whispered in a tight voice. "Never. It will be seen as a sign of pride and they will punish you severely."

Davina felt her eyes tearing as she let her hand slowly drop to her side. Miki smiled kindly and stood behind her, looking in the mirror. "You are very beautiful, Davina. I think that your beauty may guarantee you some protection."

Davina nodded miserably and followed Miki through the door and into bright sunlight. They were in a beautiful garden, surrounded on all sides by flowers and running water. The heat from the sun was powerful, and as Davina looked up, shielding her eyes, she could see a fiercely blue sky, totally empty of any clouds whatsoever.

Miki glanced at her. "When we get to the women's garden I shall have them bring you some sun tan lotion. We don't want you to burn."

Miki led her through the garden and Davina felt incredibly exposed, the warm air reaching every part of her nearly naked body. She felt like a slut, her little girly-cock pressing up against her pubic hair, held in place for all to see by her bikini bottoms, her heels clicking on the flag stones echoing around the walled garden. 

They walked through the heat, seeing nobody until they came to broad door leading into a palatial sitting room. A serving woman, dressed in a severe, dark outfit, glanced up at them with barely disguised contempt, but made way for them as they made their way into the living room. Fresh cut flowers were everywhere, and a well stocked oak drinks cabinet sat in one corner of the room. 

Miki spoke in a whisper. "It is still early, and if we are lucky we will reach the women's garden before..."

She was suddenly silent as the sound of footsteps walking across the marble floor stopped her. 

"So there you are, Miki." The man's voice was deep and cultured, with a slight French accent. "They told me you were showing a new girl around."

Miki turned, and Davina was amazed to see a bright smile appear in the woman's face, as though by magic. "Master. It's so good to see you back at the complex. This is Davina, one of the new girls"

Davina turned, trembling and saw a dignified man in his mid-forties, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit standing by the back of one of the couches. Miki moved to him and placed her hands on his chest. The man was staring at Davina with a broad, unnerving smile. 

"Very nice, very nice indeed." The man said, taking in Davina's beautiful form. His gaze lingered on her little cock, peeping above her tight white bikini bottoms. Without taking his eyes from Davina he grasped Miki roughly by the back of the neck and pushed her until she was leaning forwards over the back of the couch, tottering on her heels, her rounded ass raised into the air. 

"Has anyone taken what's mine, whilst I've been away, Miki?" The man asked, his voice intense, all the while staring Davina. 

Miki's voice came in a gasp as she struggled to breath. "No master. Your property has not been touched. It is all for you."

The man smiled cruelly, still staring at Davina. "Come here, slut."

Davina paused for a second and then made trembling limbs move. She stood a few inches from the man, her breath coming quickly making her full breasts rise up and down. 

"Please master." Miki gasped over the sofa. "Please ignore that slut, I've been without your beautiful cock for so long that I need it now."

The man swiftly brought his palm down on Miki's raised behind, making the woman cry out. "Be quiet, slut." The man looked at Davina as he undid his fly slowly and deliberately. He looked at Davina who quickly understood what she was supposed to do. With a trembling hand she reached into the man's pants and pulled out a long, thin, but very hard cock. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she dare not raise her eyes.

The man held his own penis and stroked it once or twice, then turned his body to face Miki. He reached up and grasped the jewelled plug sticking from her anal opening and pulled. The plug was bigger than Davina had expected and the wide object was made of pure silver metal, stretching the little ring as it finally slid free, leaving Miki's entrance gaping slightly. The man stared Davina straight in the eyes as he dropped the plug. The plug dropped a few inches and then jolted on the chain connected to Miki's girly-cock. The woman cried out in pain when suddenly the man thrust the full length of his cock into the Japanese girl making her scream again.

The man stood that way for a few seconds, deeply embedded in the T-girl, her long legs quivering, trying to maintain balance and spread wide for him. The man reached up and cupped Davina's cheek on one hand as he started to slide his cock brutally back and forwards into his slave. 

He spoke through tight lips, his voice harsh. "I have had a long flight and I need rest... Otherwise I'd have you brought to my rooms right now. What is your name, slut?"

Davina mumbled her name, trying to ignore the fierce pounding that her new friend was taking just inches away. 

The man smiled. "Ah, Davina. A beautiful name. Have you ever had two cocks inside your ass at the same time, Davina?"

Davina's shock at the unexpected question must have been obvious, because the man slowed down his stroke and almost laughed out loud. "Aren't you precious, little Davina."

With that he turned once more to Miki and began pounding the woman's boy-pussy with hard strokes, almost pushing her off her feet, making her gasp and cry out. Finally with a grunt the man came to a halt, pushing himself into the girls anus as far as he would go.

The man grabbed Miki's hair roughly. "You know what to do, slut."

"Y...yes Master." Miki gasped, and reached down between her thighs to grasp the swinging metal plug. As the man pulled out, Davina could see a thick pool of his semen coming from Miki's ravaged opening. But before it could escape Miki pushed the metal plug back into her bottom, pushing it all the way back inside. 

The man wiped his sticky cock on Miki's thin see-though outfit and then placed it in his trousers. "And now," he said, "I think a brandy, before a nap." He turned without another word and walked from the room. 

Davina quickly leant down and helped Miki get stiffly to her feet. The Japanese woman looked a little wild eyed and breathless. 

"Are you okay, Miki?" Davina held her steady as the T-woman's knees shook for a few seconds. Miki breathed deeply and nodded. 

"Yes... Yes." Miki said and gathered herself, pushing her hair back behind her ears. 

"Thank you for doing that, Miki." Davina said. "Thank you for keeping him away from me."

Miki nodded and looked at the other girl. "I won't be able to do it again." She said in a low whisper. 

Miki, still shaking from her brutal invasion, led Davina through the complex, though exquisite rooms and gardens. The only other people about were cleaning staff who looked at them with open hostility. 

Finally they cam to a huge door guarded by a truly enormous man. He nodded to the two women and opened the door, allowing them through. Davina immediately found herself in a bright garden, filled with grass and flowers. Water bubbled everywhere and a deep swimming pool sat to one side. Loungers and bean bags were everywhere, but that wasn't what amazed Davina. It was the girls. Dozens of them, of all nationalities, all colours, lounging or chatting in the heat. They all wore tiny bikinis or see-through outfits like Mikis, or some were nude all together. And between the thighs of every single hung a penis, some large, some small, but all showing that these girls were special. 

Davina looked around open mouthed when Miki put her hand on her shoulder. "Please excuse me... I just need to... Fix myself up." 

Davina nodded and watched the woman walk away across the garden. As soon as Davina turned, Olivia was grasping her in a full hug, kissing her cheek and in seconds they were both in tears.

"Thank god you're safe!" Breathed Olivia. "I was so worried about you!"

Davina hugged her friends close. "I missed you too." She said simply. 

Several of the woman lounging around the pool looked up and smiled at the reunion, and Davina felt a little overwhelmed by everything. 

"Shall we sit down and try to figure out what's going on?" She asked Olivia. The other girl nodded and they walked to a shaded spot at the corner of the garden. Together they went over everything that had happened, and Davina told Olivia that escape was useless. 

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, baby. We belong to the Mistress, and nobody steals from her and gets away with it."

Davina smiled at her friend's confidence. "I hope you're right, Olivia. I really do."

The morning went by and Olivia introduced Davina to a few of the other girls that she had met in the garden. Nobody here seemed to be concerned at all about showing their flesh, nobody was embarrassed in the slightest. And Davina found herself looking at the beautiful, varied bodies around her with growing excitement, especially when two of the girls, one a statuesque African woman and woman who Davina thought might be from Brazil, started to apply oil to one another to get the best of the sun. At one point Olivia even seemed to be getting a little jealous and pulled Davina into a deep kiss. It was only then that Davina saw what Olivia was wearing, a tiny mini-dress, that barely contained her plump breasts and finished at the top of her hips, exposing everything to the world. 

Their kissing got quite quite intense when one of the women pressed her hand against Davina's shoulder and pointed. As with many of the women there, they did not speak a common language, but her point was quite clear. The huge man from outside the garden doors was walking around handing pieces of paper to various T-girls. They quickly read the paper and got to their feet, disappearing into the small doors that surrounded the garden. 

Davina felt her tummy tighten as the huge man came to their little group and looked down at Olivia and Davina, then handed them each a piece of paper. The other girls looked a little sad, when suddenly Miki appeared. She seemed her usual, kindly self, and she asked Olivia and Davina to follow her into one of the little side rooms.

It was a small space with one double bed in the centre and plenty of closet space. "This," said Miki, "is the room you two will share. The piece of paper gives you your instructions for the day, it gives you a number which tells you which outfit to wear from your closet, and the time you are to leave the garden. You will then be escorted to your location by the staff."

Davina and Olivia both looked worried. After the relaxing morning, it had almost seemed as though maybe this place would not be so bad, but the reality of the situation was now hitting home. 

Miki looked at them closely. "The one small mercy of this place is that you know everyone is clean. All of the girls are regularly tested, as are the guests. The men would not come here if they weren't. Should they give another man a disease, the other men would have them killed."

Davina took in a shuddering breath, and Olivia grasped her hand as Miki went on. "After you have serviced a guest, if they are not still using you, make your way to one of the rooms marked with the pink flower. There you can clean yourself, make yourself look presentable and change your outfit if necessary, before going back out to your allotted section."

Olivia glanced at piece of paper, looking scared and puzzled. "It says that we're on table duty..."

Miki cut her off. "No, you are on table duty, Davina has other duties. Now quickly get ready or you will be punished."

The girls looked at Miki and each other in shock. Being put through this horrible experience was one thing, but at least they both assumed that they'd have each other. 

They opened their closets and Olivia quickly took out a lacy white bra that matched the number on the piece of paper. It fit her perfectly and as she reached for the panties she saw that they were of a matching set, but that they were crotchless. Her face blanched a little as she slid the panties up her legs and started searching for the matching shoes.

"I don't believe this. Those pervs want me to go out there with crotchless panties, I..." Olivia turned and immediately stopped. Davina stood at the other side of the room, wearing a black corset that massively accentuated her slim waist and broadened her hips. Her breasts, rather than being covered, flowed over the top of the corset, resting on a black lace balcony. Her long tan legs were clad in black stockings, clipped to the corset with three clasps on each side. 

Olivia she saw that her friend was pale. "Are you okay, Davina?"

Davina took a deep breath and nodded. "At least you get panties, crotchless or not."

Olivia's eyes widened. "What did you get?"

Davina held out a small pink ribbon which she carefully tied into her hair. 

Olivia picked up her shoes and went to her friend, kissing her. "We'll be fine. I know we will."

Davina kissed her back and hoped that it was true.

An hour later, Davina was being led through the complex by one of the surly serving staff. Olivia had been taken away half an hour before, and Davina had no idea where her friend was. She understood that she was to keep moving through a small complex of rooms where the Cabal's highly valued guests were being entertained. She was to provide any service required of her. 

With a fluttering tummy, Davina came to the door, knees trembling and then the door was open and she was being pushed calmly but firmly through. The room was bright and Davina could see groups of men, dressed in silk robes, sitting on couches or chatting in different parts of the room. Davina walked in slowly, walking daintily in her five inch heels, feeling horribly exposed, her little girly-cock bouncing up and down as she walked, her breasts trembling with every step. She couldn't believe it, but her nipples were hardening. 

All around, girls dressed in exactly the same outfit as Davina, were making their way through the rooms. On one couch a man was chatting to a friend as one of the girls knelt on the floor, sucking slowly on his engorged cock, her tight balls swinging back and forth between her legs. By the far window, a man sat on an upright chair. For a second Davina thought that the T-girl was just sitting on his knee, when she suddenly recognised the slightly breathless look to her face, and realised that the girl was impaled on the man's cock. He didn't seem to be paying her much attention as he was on the phone and would occasionally lift a hand to play with the girls exposed cock, tweaking it, making the girl gasp, before rolling it again between his fingers. 

Davina felt more and more afraid. This was barbaric. These men weren't interested in the girls as people, only as sex toys to enjoy and then discard.

As Davina made her way through to the next room she saw men sitting opposite one another on cushions, and between them were clear glass tables. The tables seemed strange, until, with a gasp, Davina understood what they were. Beneath the tables, in white lingerie, were two T-girls, on their hands and knees, the butts pressed together, their legs held in place by thick leather bands. The table tops were resting on their backs! And then Davina saw why the girls sometimes wriggled. The two girls were connected to each other by a thick double ended dildo, thick plastic tubes of mock flesh sticking from one raised butt to another. And the men at the tables were exactly the right to not only enjoy watching the girls squirm below the table top, but also to have their cocks thrust deep into the girls mouths as they chatted and laughed. One of the men took a deep drink of wine and placed his glass back on the T-girl tabletop. He shifted his weight slightly and thrust his cock further into the immobile girl's mouth beneath the table top, making her gag. Davina watched with wide eyes as a thick string of drool hung from the girls stretched mouth. It was only then that she realised that the girl was Olivia! 

Davina felt her skin go cold, and for a second, she thought that she may bolt from the room, screaming, when she felt a broad, warm hand sliding up her leg from calf to thigh. She looked down, trembling to see a man sitting on the couch by her, his robe pulled apart, revealing a middle-aged body. His cock was in the mouth of a girl dressed identically to Davina, but he did not seem to be paying her much attention. Instead he was watching poor Olivia and the other girl trapped in service beneath the glass table top. Without taking his eyes off the scene his hand rose higher, grasping and pawing Davina's pert ass, then wrapping briefly around her little cock before finding its way back between her cheeks. She stood, unsure what to do when she was suddenly on tip-toes. The man had thrust a thick finger straight into her anus, with no warning. The man glanced up at her and clearly liked what he saw as he swiftly added another finger, pressing upwards hard, making her tip-toe as high as she could. 




Finishing School for Shemales



Charity got him to his feet, looking over his shoulder into the mirror. "You see Davina. You're made to do this."

David looked at his reflection. Who was he? David, Davina? If he really was such a man, then why had it taken so little time to get him looking like a hot girl, the kind that he would have been embarrassed to talk to in high school?

Charity looked down and saw the skirt tenting forwards. Her face suddenly became disapproving. 

"Not very classy, babe. I've made you look like an angel, and you go and make yourself look like a slut." Charity shook her head and looked at one of the orderlies. "Get a restraint. This bitch is in heat, and Mistress K doesn't want her playing with herself. Not in that way, anyway."

The orderly smirked and disappeared from the room. He reappeared a second later holding a small pink plastic device. David swallowed hard and backed away. 

"He's going to fit a little restraint to you, Davina, seeing as you can't show any yourself."

David backed away, but the shoes made him wobble and he fell back onto the bed, legs spread, skirt riding up over his pale, smooth thighs. The man stared down at him, taking in everything. He had a very direct look in his eyes. David was terrified. 

The man reached out and flipped the skirt up over David's tummy. David went to move it back down but the man suddenly raised a fist. David froze, raising his hands in front of his face. The man reached down and slowly slid David's panties down his thighs. The man reached out and gently held David's hairless penis. 

David gasped as the man gently worked his hand over the small, bulbous head.

"Just fit the restraint, you're only encouraging her." Charity growled. 

The man sighed and lifted the little pink plastic case. His hand suddenly applied pressure to David's penis. At first David thought he was trying to hurt him, but to his amazement the man applied just the right pressure and David felt his erection immediately disappear.

The man collected David's cock and balls together and clipped something round them. Then he slid David's panties up again and flipped down his skirt. As David looked up at the man square jaw, he could swear he saw the man wink at him.

"All done." He said and turned, walking out of the room, giving Charity a dirty look as he went.

Charity nodded her approval. "Good. You've just been fitted with a restraint. You can still pee, but only if you're sitting down, and you won't be getting any more jollies by jerking off, babe."

With that Charity packed her make-up bag, turned and left, taking the other orderly with her. 

David sat on the bed in stunned silence. He gingerly lifted his skirt and pulled down his panties. His dick was now curved downwards under his balls inside a tiny pink plastic case. A tiny gold padlock kept the whole thing secure from his tampering. He tried to open it when the screen barked at him. 

"Davina. Stop playing with it, you little slut."

David immediately pulled up her panties and turned to look guiltily at the screen.

"From now on, you only cum one way. No more playing with that tiny embarrassment for a penis. That's just an ornament, something for men to play with. Your only sex organ is now that tight little pussy of yours. When you want to cum, you will learn how to bring yourself off by playing with your hole and nothing else. Use your fingers, use toys, and if you're very good, I'll find a nice thick cock to satisfy you. That's how you cum now. Your cock is no longer yours. Touch it and I'll have you whipped. "

David stared at the screen in astonishment. What the hell was going on?

"Oh," said the screen, one more thing, "There's a couple of little presents for you in the top drawer by the bed. Enjoy."

David waited but the screen said no more. He stood carefully and tottered around the room to the bedside cabinet and opened the drawer. Sitting inside were two dildos, both wrapped in a pink ribbon. 

One was abut 7 inches long and slim, the other was huge and black. David picked up the black dildo with a shaking hand – it was heavy and the rubber sagged slightly as the huge, bulbous head bounced around. He couldn't even get his fingers round it. Suddenly a noise came from the screen making David jump, dropping the dildo back in the drawer. 

He turned and saw that now the screen was playing porno. It was like the one he had seen in Matron's surgery. A beautiful, tanned girl with a cock and a tongue piercing was sucking a huge dick.

David noticed a remote by the bed. He changed channel. A different porno, but again, shemale. This one featured two shemale lesbians in a 69 sucking each other's balls and sliding slick fingers into beautiful assholes. He kept flicking through the channels, but they were all the same with a few variations. Some were shemale girls getting fucked by huge groups of men, some showed them taking two cocks in their ass at the same time, some were chained up and some were in rubber.

David turned, disgusted by the orgy of flesh, but as he turned the volume increased. It got to the stage where it was unbearably loud. David turned quickly back to the screen and the volume went down. It was clear that he was going to have to watch one of these videos or go deaf.

He sat on the bed, adjusted his little skirt and watched as a gorgeous Tgirl writhed around on a rubber covered bed, her body glistening with oil. The girl began playing with a large dildo, licking and sucking the tip, before tracing down her slippery body to start circling her rosebud. She began pushing the tip inside of herself. 

David's breath came quickly as he watched and his penis started to harden – but suddenly it came up against the plastic restraint. David's hand reached down to the plastic, but it was no good. In frustration he collapsed on the bed. But as soon as his face turned from the screen, the volume increased. 

He turned back and watched the girl start to fuck herself with the rubber toy. David was confused, aroused, and scared... he kept watching the Tgirl perform her magic. 



In her office, Mistress K watched Davina on a small screen. That little one was coming along very nicely. It was the way that she screamed sex without actually knowing it. She would be very valuable. 

There was a knock at the door and Mistress K's secretary popped her head round. 

"Matron's here to see you and Imogen is waiting as requested."

Mistress K nodded. "Send them both in"

The secretary nodded and disappeared. A few moments later Matron walked into the room and sat opposite her. 

A girl in her late teens, Imogen walked in quietly. She was wearing a cheerleaders outfit as she had been doing keep fit when she had been called for. 

Mistress K nodded at Imogen. The girl was painfully shy, with long blond hair, a pretty little face and full, rich lips. Her body was curvaceous, her breasts a ripe D cup and her waist was tiny. She always looked like she was ready to be fucked. Which was normally because she was. 

Imogen walked around the desk and knelt on the floor before Mistress K's chair. The girl pulled down her panties revealing a beautiful little cock below a thin strip of hair. The girl new the drill, she had been the Mistresses favourite for several months. 

The girl backed under the desk and the Mistress watched her spread her legs, as she positioned herself. 

Underneath the desk a large, curved dildo jutted up of the floor. Imogen groaned as she lowered herself onto the rubber prick, impaling her tanned buttocks. 

Mistress K slowly slid up her skirt revealing stockings and suspenders, no underwear, but the thick, heavy, veined cock which she always felt was her greatest asset. Fully erect it was more than 10 inches long and so thick that it caused more than one recipient to scream in pain and pleasure. 

Imogen's thin hands reached up and began rubbing the shaft as she began licking Mistress K's heavy balls. 

Mistress K smiled and looked up at Matron who was smiling. From that side of the desk she had a very good view of the little shemale sluts ass fucking the dildo. 

"So," said the Mistress, as sucking noises began emanating from underneath the desk. "To business. Have we had any orders?"

Matron nodded. "3 of the girls who are graduating have got contracts with Shemale Sluts Studios in LA. And Heather says she's in love with some boy from back home and that she wants to settle down with him."

Mistress rolled her eyes. "Heather always was a stupid romantic. Let her go. She'll be back in a month after he breaks her heart. Then we'll get set her up on the ranch. A few months of sucking and fucking anyone who has the money will bring her to her senses... ooaahh..."

Mistress K leaned back in her chair and ran her fingers through Imogen's thick golden hair. The girl had the head of the Mistresses penis in her mouth and her saliva, mixed with the Mistresses pre-cum was dribbling down her chin. She looked up at the Mistress with bright, lustful eyes, bobbing and squirming as she fucked herself on the dildo. 

Mistress K looked back up at Matron. "What else?"

Matron sat back. "Another request from our friend in Morocco. Another one for his Harem."

Mistress K nodded. "The terms?"

"He wants full ownership of the girl for two years. He'll pay 2 million in cash for the privilege. He wants her body and soul, no questions, total obedience."

Matron stroked Imogen's bobbing head thoughtfully. "He nearly ruined Chrissy. She disobeyed him and he had her chained up in the hallway of his house. Any man in the house could have her whenever they wanted... And they did. I think she only survived because of the amount of sperm she swallowed every day for a month."

Matron smiled. "She learnt her lesson anyway."

Mistress laughed lightly. "She did. Maybe we'll send him one of our more obedient girls this time. Perhaps little Imogen here?"

Imogen's head stopped bobbing. 

"Especially," said Mistress K, "if she forgets to pay attention to the task in hand."

Suddenly Imogen began sucking again, slurping noises echoed around the room as the girl sucked her Mistresses cock harder than she had before. 

"And our new arrival? Little Davina?" Asked the Mistress.

Matron's eyes narrowed. "A complete innocent. I don't think she's been had by cock or pussy before. She's terrified, but a natural. 5 foot 6, slim, gorgeous face, those green eyes. I suggest we fast track her. Full hormones and surgery immediately."

Mistress raised her eyebrow. "Immediately? That doesn't sound very much like you."

Matron nodded. "I know. But I want her ready as quickly as possible. Keep that naivety. If she gets used to it, she may lose some of her charm."

"Agreed then. Begin immediately. And keep her away from the other girls – they may be a too... explicit for her."

Matron was about to leave when she stopped. "Should we have her fucked?"

Mistress stroked Imogen's hair idly. "Not yet. I want her begging for cock when it happens. I want her to be thinking only about that from the minute she wakes to the minute she goes back to bed."

"Agreed." Said Matron and got up to leave. "I'll let you finish off here."

Mistress smiled a wide, feline smile. "Oh, I think I'm nearly ready. Care to watch?"

Matron's eyes widened. "Of course. Always."

Mistress K sat up in her chair and gripped Imogen's hair tightly. She began bucking her hips, forcing inch after inch of her cock deep into the poor girls throat. Imogen gagged, but she was a favourite because she was good. She suppressed her gag reflex and let the huge, throbbing invading cock violate her mouth. 

Pre-cum streamed form Mistresses tip, the heady smell mixing with her rich perfume. 

Mistress pressed the girls face down on her crotch until finally the girls nose was pressed against Mistress K's tidy bush. With a shriek the Mistress began to cum, she pulled her cock out and spurted ribbons of thick, salty cum onto Imogen's face, into her open mouth, her hair and neck.

Finally Mistress K shuddered and slumped back into her chair. She looked down at the ruined girl, her make-up smeared her face spattered with thick gobs of semen. Imogen made to move, but Mistress K held her down. 

"Stay there, slut. I'll be back in an hour." And with that she rose, leaving the poor girl dripping semen, impaled on the huge rubber cock sticking out of the floor. 

Matron and Mistress K walked from the room to the panting of Imogen under the desk.  

In his room, David squirmed on the bed. Watching the beautiful Transgendered girls getting fucked, sucking thick cocks, and playing with toys was definitely having an effect. Despite the fact that David had never considered himself gay in anyway, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the imagery.

But the tiny restraint was still in place. Every morning it was removed so he could wash and moisturise himself, but straight after the shower, the orderly locked the little pink plastic device back in place.

Although David was still scared of the orderlies, he began to look forward to these moments of contact. 

He had now been locked in the room for several weeks, without seeing anybody but Charity, who continued to teach him make-up, the orderlies and occasionally Matron. Matron would come in every morning and inject David with several different syringes. David had struggled at first, but when the orderlies had held him face down on the bed as Matron pulled down his panties and forcefully stuck the needles into his tender rump, he now mutely bent, and took the injections like he was told. 

He was starting to feel more emotional than he had ever done before and different parts of his body were starting to feel tender. His nipples were certainly becoming strangely sensitive within their training bra and David had woke one night, his butt plug in place, ass raised, covered in sweat, rubbing his chest against the bed. 

That was happening more and more now. His dreams were almost all erotic, and gradually, thoughts of girls were being replaced by images of Tgirls and well hung studs. His inability to touch his penis, or release the sexual tensions was starting to have a real impact on his psyche. 

He yearned to be normal, but more and more he looked forward to inserting his butt plug every night. Recently he had discovered that if he slid the plug in very very slowly, it felt extremely good. 

David didn't feel guilty about this – he was made to insert the plug, and if he didn't, he reasoned, he'd be punished. It wasn't his fault at all. 

But even so, he wouldn't touch the dildos in the bedside drawer. He hadn't been made to use them, so that was still his choice. 

Now he lay in the bed, and watched the constant stream of shemale pornography, eyes wide, lips moist and parted, writhing slightly on the bedsheets. Occasionally, little groans would escape in frustration as he longed to reach down and touch his imprisoned penis. 

A new video came on. It showed a Tgirl lying naked on a bed, legs spread, eyes closed. She licked her lips as with one hand she tugged and rolled her thick nipples and the other reached down between her parted thighs and began to rub on her puckered entrance.

Without realising he was doing it, David unbuttoned the top of his shirt and reached a hand in. He felt a nipple, more puffy than he ever remembered and began rolling it around between his fingers. 

That felt good! Again, almost unconsciously, his right hand slid down his flat tummy and pulled up his short tartan skirt. He slipped it inside his panties and let the now long nail on his index finger stretch down the smooth cleft between his ass cheeks and ever so gently begin pressing on his opening. 

A long, low moan escaped his lips.   

Gently he pressed harder against his slick, lubed entrance, his fingers still playing with his nipple. His breath started to come in short, strained gasps. 

His watched as the girl on the screen slowly pushed her finger into her rosebud, pulling it out and slowly pushing it in deeper. David closed his eyes, licked his painted lips and slowly pushed. The feeling was incredible. He applied lube every day, and pushed his plug in at night, but he had never just played with himself like this before. 

His anus tightened around his finger, then gently began to relax. David waited, took a breath and pushed a little further in. Ooh... that felt so good. David's pale hips began rocking backwards and forwards against his finger. 

He pulled his finger out and then slid it back into the hot, tight tunnel, making him squirm even more. He started to finger fuck his ass, playing with his sensitive nipples. A feeling of euphoria started grow in his mind, his ass bucking on his finger, his groans turned to light squeals of pleasure. 

He heard a noise and opened glazed eyes. 

The orderly, Tom, was looking down at him. The man's hand was stroking the front of his pants, a large bulge visible through the material. David looked into the man's lust filled eyes, and rather than stopping what he was doing, David continued. Watching the man looking at him with almost uncontrolled desire. 

David experienced something new – power over a man. He had never been physically strong or intimidating, but the thought hit him like a lightning bolt that right now he had this strong, scary man completely hooked. 

David licked his lips as he had seen the Tgirls in the videos do. Tom's breath came in harsh gasps. He slowly undid his flies and reached into his pants. 

David watched, finger thrusting into his boy-pussy as the man pulled out his thick 8 inch penis. The bright purple head glistened in the light, and the smooth skin of the shaft looked inviting. 

David swallowed. Right now he didn't know what he wanted, was so confused, was so aroused, was so intoxicated with having this man want him.

Tom reached down gently and placed his hand on David's, forcing him to stop fingering himself. Tom slowly pulled David's hand away.

David's voice quivered as he spoke. "Please..."

Tom reached into David's tight white panties, his thick fingers pushing David's soft cheeks apart. David groaned as the man's fingertip found his secret passageway. 

The entrance was already slick and open and Tom had no trouble sliding a finger inside. David gasped and arched his back as Tom began finger fucking his ass. Tom thick fingers felt even better than his own.

Tom looked down at the slut and gently took hold of her head and pulled it towards his pulsing cock. David saw the tip right in front of his face. He felt repulsed and turned on at the same time. He could smell the musk of Tom's sex and saw tiny droplets of pre-cum sliding from the slit at the top. 

Tom pulled harder and David felt the penis press against his painted lips. He was still not sure what to do.

Tom made his mind up for him. He pulled his finger from David's pussy and the thrust two fingers back inside. David opened his mouth in shock and Tom, taking the opportunity thrust his engorged cock between the perfectly made-up pink lips.

David struggled briefly but the feeling coming from his butt was too intense. It hurt, but the two fingers felt so good, so right where they were. He slowly let his tongue explore the hot, pulsing member in his mouth. The taste was salty and it felt beautifully firm between his lips. 

David sucked gently and slowly pulled his head back. He did what he had seen the girls in the pornos do and began swirling his tongue around the head of Tom's penis. His tongue was soon coated in thick, salty pre-cum. He began bobbing his head backwards and forwards, loving the feeling of that huge cock in his mouth, savouring the control he had. 

He looked up to see Tom looking down at him. Tom adjusted his hand and slowly slid three fingers into David. David moaned around the man's cock. He had never felt so totally stretched. Tom began bucking his hips backwards and forwards and his fingers began pumping in and out of David's hole harder and harder.




Finishing School for Shemales



Tom gripped David's long red hair and the man's body began to tense. He knew what was coming. With a shout, Tom began to cum, and David felt his mouth flooded with hot, thick, salty seed. Some dribbled out of the corners of his mouth, and some washed to the back of his mouth. David instinctively swallowed what he was given.

Tom's hand never stopped moving and even as David swallowed the man's cum he felt an incredible warmth spread from his tingling pussy to his imprisoned penis... but he still couldn't cum... 

Tom stopped moving and gently pulled his fingers from David's ravaged hole. His softening penis slipped from the sluts mouth with a pop. He looked down to see the bitch licking her cum coated lips. Tom, still feeling the after effects of his orgasm, brought the fingers he had been fucking Davina with to the sluts mouth. He pressed one against her lips. 

David couldn't believe what the man was doing. It was so dirty. He also couldn't believe, as he opened his mouth, that he was going to let him. He swirled his tongue around the man's fingers, tasting lube. David was still so turned on, needed to come so much. "Please," he begged again.

Tom pulled his hand away and pushed his penis back into his pants. 

"Matron wants you. Now" His voice was gravelly and strange.

David nodded, blushing crimson. "Yes, Tom."

His face hardened. "Don't use my name, slut. Ever."

With that, the orderly went to the door and waited as David, confused and hurt, pulled on his panties and adjusted his skirt. He stood in his heels and made to walk out of the door. 

"For fuck sake, you stupid bitch," snarled Tom, "wash your face and fix your make-up or you'll get us both into trouble."

David lowered his head and felt his eyes tearing. He walked to the bathroom and saw his make-up was smeared and he had cum on his lips, cheek and neck. He burst into tears and began scrubbing his face. 

Matron was standing at the door of her surgery when she saw Tom walking down the corridor, Davina walking, head bowed in front of him. Matron had watched everything via the camera in Davina's room. She knew that Mistress K would be extremely angry. She had not wanted anyone to touch Davina until she decreed, and Tom had disobeyed. Matron couldn't really blame him. She had felt lust wash over her when she had seen the sexy little thing via the camera in Davina's room, with her hand buried in her panties, but she didn't make the rules. She doubted if Tom would be working there much longer. 

With a nod, she dismissed Tom and waited for a pale, shaken looking Davina to enter the surgery. 

Matron sat David down on the edge of the gurney. 

"How are you feeling, Davina?" Asked Matron, her voice lacking its usual coldness. 

David looked up. "I... I don't... I..." And suddenly he broke down into sobs. 

Matron gently put an arm around his shoulders. "You're confused, aren't you?"

David nodded. "I... I just don't know who I am anymore..." He delicately wiped tears from his eyes. Matron noted that the he didn't want to smudge his make-up. A good sign. 

Matron sat on the gurney beside David and held him in her arms. "Before you came to us, you were aimless, wandering through life. You were not gifted academically. No talent for sports. You don't even have any friends who are wondering where you went to." 

David said nothing, but knew in his heart that it was all true. 

"But here, with us, you can be different. You can be exceptional." Matron said kindly.

David looked up at her with those big green eyes. 

Matron smiled and stroked his hair. "We get many applications, but we only accept a very few people. Boys that with the right care, the right help, can become the most beautiful, most sexually arousing women in the world. That's why we chose you, you have the potential, Darling"

David looked down at the floor. "But... but I didn't have a choice."

"You'd never have chosen this, that's true. But I think you're starting to believe it's the right path for you. Don't you?"

David said nothing. 

"When you lay on your back with Tom's fingers inside you and his cock in your mouth, did it feel wrong?" She asked.

David looked up in shock. 

"Oh, we know what happened. We didn't want your first time to be like that, but you certainly seemed to be enjoying it."

David blushed scarlet and Matron almost laughed it was so charming. "I... The girls in the videos... they...," David looked at Matron and for a second he seemed calm, "yes, it felt right."

Matron smiled and kissed David on the cheek. "Then it's time for you to take the next steps. Take off your clothes."

David stared at her in surprise. 

Matron actually laughed this time. The girl was so adorably naïve. 

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I'm going to show you something." 

David did as he was told. His skin was covered on goosebumps and he covered the restraint holding his penis with one hand. Without knowing why he covered his swollen nipples with his other.

Matron stood behind him. "What do you see, Davina?"

David looked into the mirror. "I... Me. But not me. A girl. A boy... I don't know." His voice was subdued. 

Matron nodded. "You have been taking a course of female hormones and they will continue to change you over the next few months. But we has decided that it's time for you to take a leap. Normally we wait months, sometimes years with the girls to begin altering their appearance, to give them curves, to make them more feminine. But with you. You're special, Davina."

David stared back at her in the mirror. "I am?"

Matron smiled and nodded. "You are. There is something about you that is magnetic, alluring. Tom has worked her for several years and he has never touched any of the girls without permission. You were the one to break his self-control. And that's before you even began the change."

David blushed again. 

"We're going to change you, starting tonight, Darling. But it will be a very long, very painful process. To save you that pain, you shall be kept sedated both chemically and through hypnosis. Do you understand?"

David didn't really, but nodded because Matron was being so kind. 

"Good girl. And when you wake up, you will look in the mirror and see something incredible."

David nodded. He knew that something important was happening, and for the first time he felt like he had some say in it. But he also knew that whatever journey he had begun was not one he wished to end yet, no matter how strange or scary.

Matron get to her feet. "Then let's begin."

And with that she led David, still naked, into another room.

David came slowly to. His mind swam in and out of consciousness, but gradually he understood that he was awake. His mouth felt very dry and his body felt very odd indeed. There was a weight on his chest and his lips felt thicker, as though swollen. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was in a large airy room. The high ceiling was painted white and an ornate chandelier hung down.

David reached up to move the weight from his chest, but found that his hand was strapped down. 

He lay there, feeling as though something important had happened. With a jolt, a few memories began to come back. Of half waking in what looked like a hospital room with fierce burning pain in his chest. Another time he was being led down a corridor, his vision obscured, his whole face feeling swollen and and an aching pain running all over. 

He took a deep breath and a figure obscured the light. It was Matron.

"Hello, Davina, my Darling. How are you feeling?" 

David blinked against the light. "I... I need some water. Please."

Matron lifted a cup to David's lips and he drank a little. 

"Are you ready to get up?" Asked Matron.

David nodded slowly. "Yes. I think so."

"Good," said Matron, and began unbuckling the straps. David went to touch his chest but Matron held his arm firmly, but not unkindly. "Not yet. You'll spoil the surprise. You've been out for a long time."

David thought this through blearily. "How long?"

Matron continued undoing the straps. "With anaesthesia, hypnosis and sedation... about 4 months in total."

David's eyes opened and he tried to sit up, but was overcome with wooziness. 

"Four months?" He gasped. "How..."

"You haven't just been lying in bed, Davina." Through hypnosis you've been moving about, doing exercises. I thought it best that your conscious mind stayed at rest whilst we finished all of the procedures."

David looked at Matron. "Procedures?"

Matron smiled at him and slowly helped him lift himself out of bed. As he rose up the weight on his chest dropped down slightly and his behind felt rounded as though he'd put on weight. 

She walked him to a mirror and then got out of his line of site. David's mouth fell open. In front of the mirror was a naked woman. 

Long, elegant legs broadened into ripe, smooth thighs, flaring into girlish hips. A smooth, flat tummy poetically dipped into a tiny waist and then broadened to narrow, fine boned shoulders. A luscious pair of pert, rounded breasts sat daintily on a narrow chest. The neck was delicate and slim, long, straight red hair tumbled down. And nestled between those beautiful slim thighs, below a perfectly trimmed triangle of auburn pubic hair, was his small, smooth penis and hanging neatly below them, his testicles.

But it was the face that stared back at David which made his knees almost give way. Trembling he reached a hand up to the mirror. It was him, but not him. The jaw was slimmer, high cheek bones leading to a tiny, pixie-like nose. And his green eyes were larger and wider under much less pronounced, softened brows.

David raised a perfectly manicured hand to fuller, pouting lips. 

Matron gently turned David. "You look just as good from behind, Darling." 

He stared in the mirror as he turned, revealing a slim, toned back, curving out to a pert but rounded little ass.

"How..." He asked...

"Most of it was there already. The surgeons said they'd never seen such a natural candidate. But promise me one thing from now on."

David looked in the mirror, straight into Matron's eyes. "Wh... what is it?"

"You spoke when you were under hypnosis. You referred to yourself as David. You still thought of yourself as a boy. Can you see how wrong that would be now, Davina? Can you promise me you'll never think like that again?" She said softly.

David stared hard into the mirror, taking in the beautiful form before him. And he realised that he had not been David for a long time. That inside he had been Davina, but had never let himself accept the truth.

With tears in her eyes, Davina turned and hugged Matron, sobs wracking her beautiful body. "I promise. I promise." 

Davina was once more dressed in her uniform, following Matron down the corridor, but now she felt very different. Her arms brushed her breasts as she walked, and the unusual weight and jiggling of the soft globes made her feel incredibly self-conscious. Her hips and pert bottom made the skirt flair out more than it had before and she felt herself swaying as she walked. 

It was strange and delicious and frightening. Davina kept crossing her arms across her breasts as they walked past orderlies who gave her frank, open stares of lust. She felt incredible. 

"First you'll go and present yourself to the Mistress, and then you'll join the other girls." Matron said over her shoulder. 

"Other girls?" Asked Davina.

"Of course," Matron laughed, "there's almost one hundred and twenty girls here at any one time. They are normally equally split between subs and doms."

Davina looked at her strangely. "What are they?"

Matron laughed prettily and turned, hugging Davina to her. "You're so innocent, darling. That's what makes you so delicious. Subs are girls like you. Submissive, beautiful creatures who adore cock and love to be fucked."

Davina coloured but said nothing making Matron laugh again. 

"Doms on the other hand are girls who like to be charge. Like Mistress K for instance."

Davina's eyes widened. "Mistress k is a girl like me?"

"Of course. So am I, darling. But Mistress k and the other Doms aren't exactly like us. For us, our clit is just a toy for other people to play with. Our tight little holes is where we derive our true pleasure. But for the Doms, they're driven by what's in the front of their panties. We normally try and keep the subs and doms separated, but it's not always possible. Don't get stuck near the Doms dorm at night. They'll fuck a pretty little thing like you so hard you won't walk for a week."

Davina was about to say something but Matron was already moving down the corridor. 

They arrived at Mistress K's door and Matron left Davina on her own. The Mistresses secretary disappeared into the room and then reappeared.

"The Mistress will see you now, Davina."

Davina nodded and slowly walked into the room, still unsteady on the 3 inch heals she was wearing with her uniform.

Mistress sat behind a desk wearing a figure hugging suit and short skirt. A girl, not much older than Davina knelt on the desk, her hands stretched under her body and cuffed to her ankles with thick leather straps. She was slightly plump, not fat but curvaceous, with dark skin and auburn hair.

The girl was gagged and blindfolded. Davina stopped in her tracks. "Mistress... I..."

"Come in Davina. Don't you look beautiful."

Davina blushed and walked to the desk, trying not to look at the shivering girl knelt on the surface. Davina looked down and saw heels peeping out from under the desk. The Mistress nodded for her to take a seat and she did, trying to remain calm in the bizarre situation. 

Beneath the desk she saw a pretty little rump stretched wide by an enormous curved dildo emerging from the floor. The girls body bobbed and Davina could hear sucking noises from under the table. 

"Davina, I have invested a lot of money in you, and I intend to earn it back. But for the moment, I want you to mix with the other girls, get used to your body and take lessons that are appropriate for your new life. But I want you to remember one thing. Like that little slut under the table with my cock in her throat, and like that little whore bound on my desk, you belong to me. And to prove it, I want you to do something. Will you do something for me?"

Davina was shaking now. What could the striking, terrifying woman want from her. "Y... Yes, Mistress."

The Mistress smiled coldly. "Good girl. Walk to the desk."

Davina did as she was told. As she looked down she a blond head buried in the Mistresses lap, slurping, sucking noises reached her ears.

"The girl on the table has been very bad, Davina. Lift her skirt for me."

Davina did as she was told and gently pulled the girls skirt up until it rested on her back. The girl seemed to be shuddering even more now. 

"Now pull down her panties." The Mistress said. 

Davina reached and with her nails hooked her fingers into the girls waist band and slowly pulled her panties down to her bent knees. 

The girls anus was beautiful, the same tone as he skin. Below was the smooth skin of her scrotum, silky soft and vulnerable.

"I'm going to fuck that little slut, Davina. I'm going to fuck her to punish her for not being able to keep her legs together. For offering herself up like a bitch in heat to anyone who needs relief."

The girl was shaking and tears dribbled from under the blindfold. 

"But first, I'm going to need you to get her ready."

Davina looked around for lube but saw nothing. 

Mistress laughed and rested her hands on the hair of the girl sucking her cock. "No, you'll have to get her ready another way, my beautiful one. Use your mouth, get her ready."

Davina stared at the Mistress is shock. "But..."

The Mistress' expression became instantly hostile. She grabbed the hair of the girl below the desk and pulled her head up. Long strings of saliva and pre-cum still connected the girls open mouth to the Mistress' prick, and for the first time Davina saw how truly enormous she was. 

The was panting, clearly the cock had been thrust deep in her throat, cutting off her breathing.

"Do it, Slut, or I'll fuck your virgin little ass instead. Do you understand?"

Davina nodded, terrified. She knelt down and gently touched the girls peach like cheeks in either hand. She then knelt forward and hesitated.

"Now, bitch. This is your last chance." The Mistress nearly screamed. 

Davina pushed her head forwards and gingerly ran her tongue over the girls little rosebud. The girl jumped at first, but then calmed. Davina licked again, and again and started to feel herself getting turned on. She kissed the girls anus softly at first and then deeply, passionately. The girl responded, pushing her bottom back into Davina's face. 

Davina's tongue got more adventurous, and she started to thrust it a tiny amount past the rubbery resistance of the girls ring. The girl moaned and Davina felt even more encouragement. She started tongue fucking the girl, her mind filled with lust. She hadn't come since her first night here at Matron's hands and her mind was filled with need. 

Suddenly she felt a hand on her head. Davina stopped and looked up. Mistress stood next to her, her thick cock still dripping the other girls saliva. Gently she guided Davina until the cock was right in front of her. It was enormous, intimidating, but beautiful, especially since it was attached to such an attractive, confident woman. Davina gently opened her mouth, staring her Mistress in the face and the older woman slowly slid the huge purple head of her womanhood into the sluts mouth. 

Davina felt her lips stretch as the huge member pushed into her delicate mouth. It was almost too big to fit, but Davina just widened her mouth, always keeping eye contact with her Mistress and let the intruder in. 

Mistress K sighed in pleasure as the little slut accepted her penis. She carried on pushing forward until she felt the girl start to gag, and then gently pulled back and then slowly back in. The girls beautiful green eyes stared back at her, the perfect pink lips stretched to accommodate her. Ah, what a perfect slut they were creating.

Davina savoured the taste of her Mistresses cock, and she could also taste the saliva of the girl under the desk. The salty, heady taste was driving her mad and she started to moan. 

Mistress K smiles and slowly withdrew her cock with a slight 'pop'. "What a good girl you are, Davina. Now place me inside this whore."

Davina grasped the thick cock and surprised herself by almost wishing she were the one bound on the table. Mistress K shifted her weight and let Davina's delicate hand guide her to the bound girls slippery opening. Saliva glistened on the girls balls making Mistress K even harder. 

Davina stroked the formidable cock and placed it at the girls entrance. Even she could see that it was far, far to big to fit that tiny entrance. But she was wrong. 

Mistress K, with one hand on Davina's head and one hand on the satin cheek of the bound girl pushed forward. Davina saw the head of Mistress' cock flatten slightly and then she saw something beautiful and incredible. The girl's rosebud blossomed, gradually opening beneath the force of her Mistress. The girl groaned against her gag, but the Mistress kept on and on, as the huge head of her glistening cock stretched the girl wider. 

The girl began to shriek against the gag now, thighs trembling from pain or pleasure, Davina couldn't tell. The tan, stretched skin of the girls sphincter continued to stretch around the head until Davina was convinced that even if she pushed her fist into the girl she wouldn't stretch any wider. 

The girl tried to pull away and Mistress slapped her ass hard. "Don't you dare, whore." She spoke through gritted teeth.