To Be the Best I Can Be

Part Two


Billy's Story

I was scared, so scared. Those pictures would destroy me and my future. My old
man would disown me. I spent most of the morning in my bedroom there were so
many things wrong with all of this, but I was completely lost as to what I
could do. The girls had me over a barrel.

My phone rang again. It was Marilyn Brookes.

"Billy, be at the end of your street at two o'clock this afternoon and wait to
be picked up. Failure to be there and the photos go viral. I promise you." And
she hung up. Saturday afternoons I played football. I had never missed a game,
never let them down.

But at two o'clock I was standing at the corner and waiting. After a few
minutes a transit van approached and stopped at the kerb. A woman was behind
the wheel, she wound down her window. "Billy Garratt?" She asked

I nodded, "yes Ma'am." I replied.

"Get in." I slid the side door open I stepped into the back of the van. I was
grabbed, the door slammed shut, a bag was pulled over my head and as the
driver went through the gears as I was pulled to the floor and stripped.

Once upon a time I would have reacted with venom and put up a good fight, but
I hardly offered any resistance at all, the fire in me had been extinguished;
I was no match for the attackers. My arms were pulled behind me and my wrists
tied, a rope was tied around my ball bag and I was thrown into the corner of
the van and sat on. We stopped again and another boy was dragged into the van
and stripped as I lay quietly in the corner and heard the girls strip him and
very soon he was laying beside me, naked and helpless.

I lay in the darkness as the van listening to the engine and the excited
chatter of the girls. Sylvia's voice I knew and Debbie's was also clear. But
the others were undistinctive. How many were there?

The drive seemed endless, but was probably no more than twenty minutes. We
eventually slowed and stopped and the engine was turned off. The silence was
deafening, We were dragged from the van and led up a muddy path Someone yanked
on my ball rope and another guided me. We were taken into a house and then up
a flight of stairs I was then led into a room, pushed to the floor where the
bag was removed.

Sylvia stood over me; my eyes struggled with the hard light of the naked light
bulb that cast everyone in stark shadows. She was dressed in a short black
skirt and a white blouse that was open to her cleavage and revealed a black
satin bra.

"Get up," Sylvia ordered. I struggled to my feet, watched by Debbie Cross, who
stood across the room, dressed in a similar uniform to Sylvia. If anything
Debbie's skirt was shorter than Sylvia's and exposed the dark stocking tops
that so excited men of all ages. Then Elaine Shepherd came into the room,
again wearing the familiar white blouse, black skirt and black stockings.
Sylvia had short, no nonsense jet black hair that just touched the collar of
her blouse and the tops of her ears. I managed to get to my feet and stood
before Sylvia looked hard into my eyes, She wore black eye liner and heavy,
dark make up around her eyes giving her a tough, sadistic appearance and she
dared me to stare back at her.

'Spread your legs." Sylvia ordered, without wavering her stare. I shuffled my
feet further apart, but failed to hold her stare

"Wider," Sylvia demanded, I did as she told me and then quite unexpectedly she
slammed her foot into my unguarded balls, and I crashed to my knees.

"Pick it up," Debbie and Elaine grabbed me and hauled me to my feet. "Open
your legs," Sylvia ordered.

"Please Mistress Sylvia," I begged, Debbie and Elaine put their legs inside
mine and forced my legs wide apart. Sylvia looked me in the eyes held my stare
until I could hold it no longer and then she slammed her foot into my balls
again. Oh that hurt, I slumped but Debbie and Elaine held me. Elaine grabbed a
handful of my hair and yanked my head back. 'Kick him again Sylv. This cunt is
going nowhere." Sylvia stood in front of me again.

"Look at me," she demanded, "look at the woman who is going to destroy your
manhood." I looked up at her briefly and a cold smile brushed her lips as she
slammed her foot into my balls a third time.

I screamed, "Please no more please ... ". I slumped in their arms, Sylvia
grabbed me by the hair, yanked my head back and drove her knee hard into my
balls, splattering them. "Hold him, hold the bitch," and she slammed her knee
into my tortured balls again, and again and again and again. I was allowed to
fall to the floor and I writhed in agony before the three women. What fight
that may have remained in me was doused forever. Sylvia knew that, She knew I
was her bitch. She squatted down beside me and untied my wrists.

"We don't need to tie this bitch, he's is no match for us anymore." Sylvia
said as she stood over me. Elaine held a collar and roughly fastened it around
my neck. Her long dark brown hair fell like curtain. I looked up her skirt she
wore navy blue nylon knickers. She was two school years younger than me and
until yesterday I had been someone she was in awe of and respected. I was now
her bitch.

"You will never remove this collar," she told me as she locked it in place
with a small padlock. "You will wear it at all times and when you see us at
school in the corridor between lessons, you will kneel and kiss our feet. Do
you understand me bitch?" Elaine asked. "Yes Mistress Elaine," I meekly
replied.

"Open your mouth." I obeyed, and she spat in my mouth. "What d'you say bitch?"

"Thank you Mistress."

Debbie Cross slammed her hand between my legs and grabbed my balls she dug her
nails into my delicate flesh and hauled me off the floor by my balls. Debbie
was one of our school Amazon's six foot tall slim, and muscular. I was no
match for her any more.

"Get up." She yelled as she pulled my balls up between my arse cheeks.

"AAAAGGHHHHHHHHH," I squealed as Debbie Cross asserted her authority, Elaine
hit me with a stinging right hand which almost knocked me off my feet as
Debbie pulled me around the room. "On your knees bitch, "Debbie ordered as she
hauled my balls to the threadbare carpet and then she reefed me up. "Tip toes,
bitch! Quicker, down." And she yanked them to the floor again. "Up here bitch,
move your sorry arse or I'll rip these fuckers off," Debbie warned me Sylvia
watched as Debbie and Elaine toyed with me tormenting me to such a level that
any reprisal would forever be unthinkable.

Debbie's Story

Billy was no longer a challenge he was beaten, Sylvia did most of the damage
but by the time Elaine and I had dragged his bollocks around the bedroom he
was in a right state. In the next room John Wilkes lay in wait and although he
never offered the challenge that Billy had offered he was another cock to
conquer. Sylvia gave Billy a razor and some Nair and told him to go to the
bathroom and shave every hair off his body. He knelt trembling in front of
her. He was petrified of her. "Yes Goddess Sylvia," were the last words I
heard him utter as her crawled from the bedroom down to the bathroom.

We went into the next bedroom where Wilkes lay still tied and still with the
bag over his head. Elaine and I grabbed a leg each and pulled them apart and
Sylvia kicked the shit out of him. He crawled and cried and Sylvia chased him
around the room kicking him viciously. "I'm going to make sure you never play
football again," she promised. I hope Barbara can make it tonight and if she
does I'm going to tell her to kick you even harder," and she slammed her foot
into his busted balls. She was merciless.

I left Elaine and Sylvia and went down the hall to the bathroom where Billy
was obediently trying to lather up his body in preparation for shaving There
was no hot water, only cold and I laughed as I watched him shivering in the
frigid bathroom. When he saw me he fell to his knees, such was his
conditioning. I liked that he was afraid of me. I liked watching him cower
before me. "The great Billy Garratt keeling before his Mistress, how the
mighty have fallen."

"Yes Mistress,"

"Come with me." And he obediently came when I pulled his lead He remained on
all fours and I took him down stairs. I went through the kitchen with him and
out into the garden. "I want you to gather up firewood, as much as you can
find. This house will be like a fridge tonight. Go and don't come back empty
handed."

I removed his leash and watched him wandering around in the field naked as the
day he was born and I loved the power I felt. He returned three or four times
with arms full of fire wood, small logs and branches some kindling. I heard
Sylvia and Elaine really laying into Wilkes he was going to be useless when
they had finished with him. What is the point of a useless slave I said to
myself?

The sun was a watery disc in the grey sky and offered no warmth at all. It
would be dark in another hour. The slave returned again with another armful of
wood two more trips would be all he would make. There was a shed by the
boundary fence and I told the slave to check and see what was in there and he
returned with a few more sticks.

The slave brought the wood in and put it in the stove and after a few minutes
he got a fire going. In ten minutes it was starting to warm the water. I sent
the slave out again and he eventually returned with enough wood for the Aga
and the fire in the front room I told him to prepare a fire but to light the
one in the living room He obeyed me to the letter. Upstairs I could only hear
Wilkes crying as they tortured him.

I put the leash back on the slave and took him back upstairs, where he
lathered himself and I watched as he shaved his cock and balls legs arms and
chest.. Where he couldn't reach I obliged. It was the first time I have ever
shaved a man. It won't be the last.

The slave was completely shaved. When I was finished there wasn't a hair left
on his body, legs, arms, pubes he was as smooth as a baby's bum.

I heard someone thumping purposely along the landing and Sylvia burst through
the door. Billy automatically fell to his knees at the sight of Sylvia, such
was her power over him. She pushed past him her hands were covered in blood.

"What have you done to him?" I asked.

"It looks worse than it is, it his blood, I ripped his ball bag he's bleeding
like a stuck pig," she laughed. Sylvia rinsed her hands under the tap and
looked for some soap it was on the edge of the bath, Billy took it and handed
it to her without any eye contact.

"What are you doing with this one?" Sylvia asked looking down at Billy who was
trembling before her.

"I'm going to feminize him, you won't recognize him once I've finished working
on him. " I told her.

"I'm going to fuck him like the whore he is," Sylvia said grabbing him by the
hair and yanking his head back, "Billy you are mine. When I've finished taking
Wilkes balls I'm coming to get yours. D'you understand me you bitch."

'Yes Mistress Sylvia," the bitch replied and she spat in his face"

"No You're not," I said, the words were out before I knew what I had said"

Sylvia looked at me, "I beg your pardon, "she said giving me the glare she had
just aimed at Billy.

"He's mine Sylvia," I am going to groom him to be my slave and I want to keep
him intact." Sylvia had already beaten him twice in a fight, she had reduced
the best fighter in the school to what was cowering beside me at the moment
and I don't think she anticipated my response,

"You want it Deb, you can have it." She spat in his face again and walked out
of the bathroom.

"Thank you," he mumbled.

I looked down at him, "don't thank me, I'm going to turn you into a little
sissy Billy, and if you don't behave exactly as I want you to, I will hand you
over to Sylvia and Elaine and their gang and they will castrate you. She has
been talking about castrating someone for a while and she won't be happy until
she has Wilkes nuts in a jar, you are also on her list. If you disappoint me
or fail me in any way I'll give you to them. Understand me?" I asked yanking
his face up to look at me Sylvia's spittle was slowly running down his cheek
to the edge of his mouth,, he looked up at me a pathetic shell of the boy I
had fancied for two whole years.

"Yes Mistress Deborah, I will be the best I can be for you." He meekly replied
and bowed his head.

Orla's Story

My phone rang, it was Sylvia. "Hi, how are you doing out there?" I asked

"Debbie has been quite productive, she's got Billy collecting fire wood and
she has a fire going we now have hot water the place is starting to feel quite
cosy." She told me. "You know she's going to feminize Billy?" She quickly
added..

I burst out laughing "What?"

"I'm serious I told her I wanted to break Billy's balls and she told me to
leave him alone she had plans for him."

I laughed, "really, and her plans are to feminize him?"

""Yep."

"Speaking of breaking balls. How are Wilkes balls looking; does he still have
them?" I asked only half joking.

"Yes, he's bleeding quite badly the last time I looked but Elaine is stitching
him up!" I laughed. We were destroying them.

"Where are you. What are you doing?" Sylvia asked

"I have been with Marilyn, Janet and Marilyn's mum Eve; d'you know her?"

"No I can't say I've met her."

""She is really into the Female Domination thing encourages Marilyn in every
way."

"What time are you coming here?" She asked, changing the subject.

"We'll leave here at about seven; we'll have a lot of toys." I told her with a
laugh.

"What sort of toys?" Sylvia asked.

"Dildo's, Eve has a lot of dildo's.. Have you ever fucked a boy with a dildo?"
I asked. There was a silence for a few seconds while Sylvia considered the
question.

"N-no," she eventually replied.

"Sylvia, the power I felt fucking Tony Cousins was like something I have never
experienced. I almost feel like saying I'll never fuck the conventional way
again."

"Strap-on?"

"Yeah, Eve has about half a dozen; a couple of small introductory types, a
couple of seven or eight inch and two big ugly things that will rip Wilkes or
Billy a new arse hole." I told her with a laugh. "She has a thing called a
'humbler which I want to use, sounds,"

"What's a 'sound?'" She asked

"Something to fuck the eye of their cocks. So many toys Sylv; so many ways of
torturing them. So much for us to learn."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone as Sylvia digested what
I had told her, "I'll talk to you later," I said and I hung up.