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Schoolboy Sissy Slut 
(humil, rape mmm/m, spank, oral, forced tv/tg, f/m, fem-dom, ws, 
scat, M/m, bi-male, F/m inc etc...)


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Don't read it if you shouldn't.
This is fiction.
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Part 6    Hope you like it

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Schoolboy Sissy Slut
(c)1998 Mr Pornwriter

Part 6		Fancy Dress


David Merton lay on his bed staring at the crumpled piece of paper. 
He'd read it a dozen times since it was handed to him during the last 
lesson at school. It simply read:


BE AT 22 CRESWELL GARDENS TONIGHT 9:30 PM
DON'T BE LATE OR YOU'LL BE VERY SORRY

MR BATES


The young schoolboy gave a long sigh and closed his eyes. Why is 
everyone being so horrible, he thought to himself. What have I done 
to make people treat me so bad?

He turned on his side and sobbed softly into his pillow. The clock on 
his bedside table said 7:58 pm. Allowing for the time it would take 
to walk there, he had an hour to decide whether he would go or not. 
He didn't want to of course. What David really wanted to do was crawl 
into a ball and go to sleep for fifty years. Maybe by then, this 
whole episode in his life would be confined to a distant memory, 
locked away in the recess of his mind.

"David? DAVID!"

David's eyes snapped open. His father was calling him from what 
sounded like the bathroom.
He scrambled onto his feet and opened the door of his bedroom.

"Yes dad?" he timidly asked. He could see Andrew Morton in the 
bathroom at the end of the landing. The door was half open.

"Look I'm going out", said Andrew who was letting the water out of 
the sink after he'd just been shaving.
"Make sure you finish your homework, and don't stay up late", his 
father told him.

David walked along the landing until he was just outside the 
bathroom. If only he could tell his father what had been going on. 
Surely he'd understand.

"Dad?" This was the time. He had to tell him. His dad would listen to 
him. His dad would believe him.

David's father finished drying off his face with a small hand towel 
and fully opened the bathroom door.
"What?"

David looked at his father. The tall, fit, athletic man stood there 
completely naked. His chest and legs were covered in a thick matt of 
dark hair. David couldn't help focusing on the large impressive 
penis, which dangled loosely between the man's legs. He stood there 
unembarrassed by his own nudity. 

"Well?" asked Andrew, getting impatient with his son.

"Umm..." The sight of his father's naked body threw David's thoughts 
off balance. He'd seen it many times before, of course. But that was 
before all the bad things started happening to him.

"For Christ's sake, David!" his father cursed as he brushed past the 
frozen youngster and walked into his own bedroom.
"I wish you'd stop living in a daydream all the time. You're 
impossible!"

David gave up and went back to his room. He flopped down on his bed 
once again and smashed his fist into the pillow.

Oh why couldn't he just tell his father what had been done to him? 
Because he'd think you'd brought it on yourself, a voice in his head 
answered.

He read the note again.

A few minutes later David heard his dad shut the door of the house 
and drive off down the street. Now he had no choice. If he didn't go, 
his life wouldn't be worth living once he got to school the next day. 
He reluctantly made his decision.

Twenty-two Cresswell Gardens was a large detached house in one of the 
better parts of town. David walked slowly up the gravel driveway and 
stood at the front door. He could hear music coming from inside.

He paused, not wanting to press the doorbell. There was still time. 
He could turn round and go home. He'd be safe until tomorrow.

Just then the door was opened by a short attractive woman in her late 
thirties. She was dressed in what looked like a medieval serving 
wench's dress, which showed off a great deal of the woman's 
substantial bosom.

For a second David was confused, wondering if he had got the right 
house. But then he saw Mr Bates behind her. He too was dressed 
unusually, in an American motorcycle cops' uniform complete with 
boots and sun glasses. It reminded David of that old TV programme 
CHIPS.

"Ah, our star guest has arrived, I'm glad to see" beamed the off-duty 
deputy headmaster with much enthusiasm.
"Gloria, this is David, the boy I've told you so much about. David, 
this is Gloria, my darling wife."
Gloria Bates smiled and took David's hand.

"Oh you poor baby, you're shaking" she said as she led him inside the 
tastefully decorated house.
"Don't be nervous" she told David, leading him straight towards the 
stairs. "You're going to be wonderful"

The thirteen-year-old boy quickly caught a glimpse of other strangely 
dressed people through the doorway of the lounge, before he was 
ushered upstairs and into a bedroom.

Gloria Bates shut the door behind them and took a long look at David.

"Yes, perfect" she said brushing the hair from David's face.

David stood nervously, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Now, David. I've got your costume all ready on the bed. We'll get 
you into that, then I can do your face and hair."

Costume? Of course, a fancy dress party! David breathed a sigh of 
relief. It all made sense. Well at least he'd be safe from Mr Bates' 
attentions at a party, he decided. And the fact that his wife was 
here too made David feel a lot happier.

The good feeling lasted about five seconds until Gloria held up a 
short, pink, baby-doll nightie. It was almost fully transparent and 
was finished with a white lacy collar and cuffs.

"I can't wear that. You c-can see right through it!" exclaimed David 
backing towards the door.

"Don't be silly," grinned the schoolmaster's wife. "You'll have 
underwear on underneath. She motioned to a pair of pink ,silk cami-
knickers a bra, and a matching frilly suspender belt which were laid 
out on the bed. Next to which, was a pair of white silk stockings to 
complete the outfit.

David felt dizzy. No, please tell me this isn't happening, he thought 
to himself. It was time to put his foot down.

"Mrs Bates. I'm sorry but I won't put on those things on. You can't 
make me and I won't!"

Gloria's smiling face turned serious and she walked towards David 
until she was standing inches away from his face.

"I don't think I heard you right", she hissed at the frightened 
schoolboy. David felt the venom in Mrs Bates voice as she stared 
coldly into the young boy's eyes.

"You WILL get undressed, and you WILL put these things on NOW!"
Before David could react, Gloria swung her arm around and smacked the 
back of his thigh.
"SMAAACK!"

"Owwww" David squealed and felt where the blow had landed, sending a 
hot stinging sensation through his body.

"Be warned, young fella. I can hit just as hard as my husband when I 
want to. Now are you going to get into your costume?"

David felt utterly dejected as the domineering woman glared at him, 
ready to issue another blow. He nodded his head slightly and began to 
remove his clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, Robert Bates entered the room carrying a large 
tumbler of scotch.
"Is our little star ready yet?" he asked his wife who was standing 
behind David at the dressing table.

"Nearly darling", his wife replied cheerfully. "Just adding the final 
touches." She put down a hairbrush and turned the swivel chair which 
David sat on, round to show her husband.

"Stand up, David. Let's see what you look like" instructed Gloria.

The transformed young teenager reluctantly stood up from the chair. 
The semi-transparent nighty ended just below his crotch and clearly 
showed the underwear he wore beneath. David's face was heavily made 
up and Gloria had pencilled in lots of freckles on his face.

What really impressed Robert though was the blonde wig, which Gloria 
had fitted over David's head. Two platted pigtails hung either side 
of his face enhancing the appearance.

"Bravo, bravo!" he complemented his wife as she fitted a pink bonnet 
over the wig and tied the ribbon under David's chin.

The last accessory was a large dummy, which Gloria forced between the 
humiliated David's lips.

"Not too much?" she asked her husband.

"No, no. I like it" he replied getting closer to the boy.

"Drink this down, David. It will help you to relax" he said, holding 
the glass up to David's mouth after removing the dummy with his other 
hand.

David smelt the strong whisky as the glass was put to his lips. He 
hardly ever drank alcohol, except at Christmas when he'd have half a 
glass of wine with his turkey.

As he opened his mouth slightly he felt his chin being pushed upward, 
forcing him to gulp down the contents of the glass. The three fingers 
of scotch slid down the schoolboys throat making him choke as he 
struggled to swallow the burning liquid. He coughed and spluttered as 
he finished off the drink, spilling the last few drops down his chin.  

Immediately David felt woozy and fell back down on the chair. The 
room began to spin so he shut his eyes to try and cope with the 
situation.

The husband and wife gave David a few minutes to recover, then stood 
him up.

"Feeling any better?" Gloria asked softly.

David shook his head, though the room had stopped spinning, 
thankfully.

"Yeah, he's alright" decided Robert Bates, who wanted to get the show 
on the road.

"Time to join our guests then" said Gloria brightly, taking the dummy 
from her husband and popping it back into David's mouth.

They led him downstairs and into the lounge, just off the hallway. 
David tried to focus as he entered the room filled with about fifteen 
people in various costumes of fancy dress.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Robert said loudly over the music. "I'd like 
to introduce you to our baby girl. She's been asleep upstairs, but 
she woke up and wanted to come down and see what all the noise was 
about."

The room filled with laughter at the schoolteacher's comments.

"I'm sure you'll all get a chance to play with her", Robert added, 
mischievously.

David was finding it hard to take everything in. He gazed at the 
various costumed adults who moved out the way as he was taken to a 
child's playpen, which had been placed in a corner of the room.

"Right, sit in there and enjoy the party" instructed Robert who sat 
him down on the carpet and closed the little gate.

David sat down pulling at the hem of his nighty, failing miserably to 
cover his pink frilly cami-knickers.
He looked up through the wooden railings at the guests as they milled 
around, laughing and talking while consuming lots to drink. Elvis 
Presley laughed loudly at something a Roman Centurion said, while 
Wonder-woman put her arm around Henry The Eighth's waist as they 
chatted to a gorilla. The combination of the whiskey he'd drank and 
the bizarre spectacle around him, made David feel like he was in a 
dream.

As the evening wore on, the guests became more raucous. David spied 
Gloria rubbing her hand along the crotch of Batman, while the caped-
crusader licked her ear and squeezed her large breasts through her 
costume. Robert too, was busy, his hand under the tunic of the 
centurion who was definitely enjoying the attentions of the American 
cop. All round the room other couples, of various gender 
combinations, were fondling and kissing each other. A soldier decked 
out in a khaki uniform licked the exposed prick of a bald-headed 
monk, who in turn, nibbled hungrily at Wonder-woman's breast which 
he'd pulled free of her costume.

Pretty soon the whole party had turned into an orgy. David, who was 
by now starting to sober up, considered sneaking out while all the 
guests were busy devouring each other. But before he could act on his 
thoughts the gorilla approached him in his playpen.

"Hello, little girlie", the gorilla slurred his words though his 
mask. "Don't be afraid of Gus The Gorilla. I've got something to show 
you."

With that the big ape pulled down the bottom half of his costume to 
reveal a large thick cock that a real primate wouldn't have been 
ashamed of. He thrust the large weapon through the railings of the 
playpen in front of David's cute made-up face.

"Now, take that dummy out of your mouth. I've got something better 
for you to suck on." Said the drunken animal, pulling David's head 
towards his member.
David dropped the dummy from his mouth in shock as he was forced 
towards the semi-hard prick. Before he knew it he had opened his 
mouth and let the aggressive ape dick slide over his tongue.

"Oh, yeah. Suck my cock, little baby girlie!" he enthused, making 
small bucking motions through the playpen's opening.

David felt the mans penis grow to large proportions inside his mouth 
and he had no alternative but to suck the engorged meat as it slammed 
into the back of his throat.

While this was going on, a lot of the other partygoers had noticed 
the cute baby girl giving the gorilla head and they crowded round, 
cheering the proceedings. Somebody called out to Gloria to fetch the 
paddling pool.

Gloria broke off from sucking Batman's big dick and left the room 
briefly, soon to return carrying a children's inflatable paddling 
pool which she placed next to the playpen.

Meanwhile a horny Red-Indian had climbed into the playpen and was 
kneeling behind poor David. He was on his hands and knees still 
sucking the ape's hot prick when the Cherokee (who was actually from 
Scotland), made his move on the sexily dressed baby girl.

The Indian rubbed his hand along the seam of David's knickers 
squeezing the young boy's virtually hairless balls and little cock 
through the silky underwear. David tried to pull away but he was 
trapped between the Indian and the ape, who was smashing his face 
against the playpen as he fucked the little sissy's mouth.

The attacker behind him, was desperate to get at the boy's sweet 
arsehole. He yanked the pink cami-knickers down to reveal the 
thirteen-year-olds bottom framed either side by the suspenders 
holding up his white sparkly stockings.

"Oh, fucking hell, what a sight!" the Indian in full head-dress 
exclaimed as he ducked his face into the boy's 
behind.

David squirmed as he felt a tongue lick all over his backside, 
finally delving between his buttocks. The Scottish Indian who was a 
solicitor by day, inhaled the musky perfume of the sexy boy's behind 
and let his tongue tickle the puckered little hole. Stiffening his 
tongue he pushed it inside the boy, sending a jolt through the 
schoolboy's body.

Just then Gus the Gorilla made a violent sound and froze his body 
while a flood of his sperm hit the back of David's throat. The pink 
ribbon round David's chin strained as the boy tried to swallow the 
sickly seaman before he gagged on it.

Seeing this was a good time to intervene, Robert Bates shouted loudly 
over the noise.
"Ok everyone, it's time our baby girl had a turn in her paddling 
pool"

Carried by several of the guests, David was pulled out of the playpen 
and sat in the blue paddling pool, which was barely two feet wide and 
six inches deep.

"Now there's one thing missing here" said Robert, jerking his own 
penis unashamedly. "And that's water for baby to play in!"

With that he pointed his cock and let flow a stream of hot piss, 
which landed on David's chest. He began to cry maniacally as about 
eight other men surrounded the pool and started to urinate along with 
Robert. There was a sense of deja-vu as the boy suffered the 
indignity of being pissed on by a group of people, just as had 
happened to him in the school showers.

This time though, the men were joined by several women including 
Wonder-Woman and Gloria Bates. They bent their legs and directed a 
huge torrent of golden nectar, which soaked the unfortunate sissy 
baby girl.

Then without warning, a man dressed as The Lone Ranger, complete with 
white Stetson and black facemask, lifted up David's legs and pushed 
them behind his head. This resulted in David's head resting on the 
bottom of the pool, which was half full with liquid waste. David 
gasped; trying to keep his head above the level of urine as it 
splashed over his chin.

As the crowd cheered on, the cowboy pulled off the cami-knickers, 
which then gave him full access to the boy's cute bottom. Robert and 
Gloria Bates held David's legs in place behind him, while the cowboy 
lowered his white trousers and holster to expose a thick ten inch 
monster.

He lowered his body over the pissed-on teenager, and pushed his hard 
slab of meat against the boy's fuck hole.
David was helpless to do anything as he felt the masked pervert push 
against his ring. After a few seconds David let out a yell and felt 
his bottom open up to the invading manhood.

The crowd cheered as The Lone Ranger pushed his prick further into 
the young boy and built up a steady rhythm. He lowered his head over 
the screaming schoolboy and bit down on his lipstick covered bottom 
lip, drawing a small amount of blood.

This sent the rest of the room wild. Any thoughts of holding back 
were quickly cast aside as a wave of perverted euphoria swept over 
all of the guests.

David, still trying to keep his head above the piss-line, didn't 
expect Wonder-Woman's naked arse lower over his face. She rubbed her 
shaved pussy lips over the teenage boy, pushing his nose into the wet 
juicy opening of her cunt. Then she sat down fully on the thirteen-
year-old which sent David under the level of piss.

For ten seconds, David was totally immersed in the putrid pool of men 
and women's strong piss. He frantically struggled to free himself 
desperate for air, but he only managed to rise up to the surface when 
Wonder-Woman relented and let him up.

The schoolboy was opened-mouthed trying to take in as much oxygen as 
possible when the woman lowered her bottom once more. This time she 
positioned herself so that her pink arsehole was level with David's 
mouth. He looked up, wide-eyed and saw the sick woman's puckered anus 
begin to expand as a foul smelling turd appeared at the opening.

David didn't have the breath to scream as he watched, in slow motion, 
the chocolate flake extrude out of the woman's shitter and towards 
his mouth. The dark brown log continued for about four inches until 
the hole closed and sliced it off at the top. It dropped straight 
down into the poor abused boy's mouth.

"Wow! Fucking perfect aim!" exclaimed Robert who'd had a perfect view 
of the action.

"Mwaaaaarghph!" was the only stifled noise that David could make in 
the circumstances. He fought to shake his head to try to remove the 
shit, but the Centurion held his head steady.

Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger continued to fuck this junior TV, getting 
turned on more and more by the outrageous goings on. This was all 
very new to him, and he found that he enjoyed it immensely.

"Swallow it," urged Gloria, who was being fucked from behind while 
she looked on, still holding onto David's leg.

"Yeah, eat your baby food, you fucking sissy!" added the Red Indian 
who was having his arse licked out by Henry the Eighth.

Robert had an idea and took his American-style truncheon from the 
holster by his side. He placed the end against the tip of the turd, 
which was sticking out of David's mouth, and pushed down. It forced 
the shit into the sissy boy's throat and David was forced to bite 
into the fresh crap.

The schoolboy ate up all of the disgusting meal, looked on by his 
abusers. David knew that he'd be physically sick in a few minutes if 
he wasn't careful, so he tried not to consider the fact that he'd 
just eaten a woman's fresh faeces straight from her shit dispenser.

The crowd looked on at the boy, heavily made-up, sporting a yellow 
piss-stained wig under a pretty pink bonnet. His stocking covered 
legs were pulled up over his head, in-between which, The Lone Ranger 
thrust his ten inch man-meat into the sissy slut's pubescent arse.

The cowboy was getting very hot in his outfit, and so pulled off his 
Stetson hat. As he fucked the sissy boy harder and harder, the sweat 
poured under his mask and obscured his vision. A helpful woman, who'd 
been egging him on, pulled the black mask up off the lone Ranger and 
let it snap back over his forehead.

David looked into the face of his rapist and screamed.

"Daaaaaaaad!!"

The room went silent.

Andrew Merton stopped in mid stroke, his prick halfway inside his own 
son's anal passage.

"David?" he asked, incredulously, trying to see through the make-up 
and shit-stained mouth of the young boy he was buggering.

"Yes it's meeeeee!" David cried in a high-pitch barely audible voice.

"Oh fuck" said Andrew quietly. Then loudly, "Oh fucking hell, I'm 
fucking my own boy!" He pushed his big prick in right up to his 
balls.

"I'm screwing my own sissy boy's little arse!" he shouted as he 
withdrew his weapon most of the way.

"Aaaaaargh!!!" David screamed and screamed. This is impossible, he 
thought! This has to be a nightmare! The one person who should have 
been protecting him from these evil people is as bad as they are. No, 
worse! My daddy's raping my bottom!

"Jesus Christ, yes!" cried Robert Bates as it sunk in around the 
room, just what was actually happening. What a turn on! He jerked 
quickly on his own aching member and came violently, spraying his hot 
cum over the astonished boy's face. Several other guys followed suit, 
covering the thirteen-year-olds shit-stained face with their own 
portion of spunk.

Andrew was turned on more than he'd ever been in his life. He fucked 
his son harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until he felt his own 
reservoir of sperm rise from his balls.

"Oh yeah! I'm fucking cumming! I'm shooting up my sissy boy's shit 
shoot! Can you feel daddy's spunk!" he screamed as he thrust his hard 
meat up his son's fuck-hole all the way and exploded into his bowels.
"Aaaaaaaaargh!!" Andrew Merton came harder than he'd ever had before. 
As he did so, he lowered his face to his son's and forced his tongue 
into his offspring's lipstick, spunk and excrement covered mouth.

David lay there crying as the rest of the room applauded his father's 
extraordinary performance.


To Be Continued... (part 7 to follow soon!)









 





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