To Be the Best I can Be

Part 3


"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.

Billy's Story

Debbie Cross stood over me her long lank hair was pulled back in a ponytail,
she wore little or no makeup, just the remains of some lipstick and mascara
that she had applied earlier in the day .Her eyes bored into mine and "Don't
You dare make eye contact with me," she snapped immediately I averted my eyes
and looked at the floor. "You speak only when you are spoken to and you never
look at me unless I tell you to. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress Deborah." I replied as I cowered before her. She was dressed in
a white blouse that was unbuttoned enough to allow me to catch a glimpse of
her black lace bra and a short black pleated skirt that hemmed six inches
above her knee black stockings and in her black high heels she stood about six
four, She towered over me as she inspected my body for any hair that I may
have missed.

I had shaved my arms legs chest stomach pubes and I was sure I had missed
nothing. "Bend over the tub." She ordered I quickly obeyed and she lathered up
my arse. She ran the soap between my legs up to my balls and between the crack
of my arse. She spread my cheeks wide apart and I felt her finger probe around
my anus and slowly she pushed her finger into me. I omitted a slight wince as
she forced her finger deeper into me. "Your arse is tight, you have never been
reamed have you?"

""No Mistress Deborah," I softly murmured.

"Well that's all going to change tonight," she told me pushing her finger deep
into me "I need to get some rubber gloves, she said to herself as much as me.
And then she started to force a second finger ... "Mmmmm that opened you up a
little more" she said looking at me with a cold smile.

I was afraid of her. So much had happened in the last twenty four hours, the
football match and unimaginable defeat. 7-4, the score was etched in my memory
and the defeat would remain with me for a long time, but what happened after
the game will remain with me forever. The girls fuelled by the sensation of
beating us on the park decided they would take it to the next step in the
dressing rooms. At first they were cautious and planned their r attack well,
dividing and conquering so effectively that they managed to beat us and then
the carnage started. Completely crushing us in a way that we would never
recover; one by one we were raped and totally humiliated it lasted for two
hours and in the end the girls stood over us and we all realised our lives
were never going to be the same again.

Debbie ran the razor over my arse and removed that last of all my body hair
When she was finally happy that I was completely shaved she wiped me with a
towel.

"Stand up," she demanded. I obeyed her instructions. She had a bag with her
and from it she produced a maroon pair of lace bikini knickers, "put these
on/" She instructed.. I obeyed. My cock was cold and shrivelled and my balls
were constricted so the tiny lace underwear easily contained them. I was then
handed a pair of black stockings. I pulled each one on. Deborah then handed me
a suspender belt, of maroon lace part of a matching set, she showed me how to
put it on and I hooked the tops of the stockings to the lacy fingers. A maroon
bra was next. It was padded. "Don't worry I'm going to put you on a hormone
supplement and you'll fill those cups out in no time," she told me without
even a hint of a smile. Now come here I want to apply your make up."

Liz's Story

At seven o'clock the girls were heading for the farmhouse in Frogmore and so
were the boys. Rob Freeman our goalkeeper was picked up by Liz Wilson She had
called him during the day and made it crystal clear that he was to be waiting
at the end of his street at seven failure to be there would result in some
photographs being sent to certain email addresses He understood.

Liz 'borrowed' her brother's car. FemDom began at home and Liz's brother,
although two years older than his sister had already been the subject of her
abuse and her best friend Pat had the photos to prove it. At the dinner table
Liz asked her brother what he had planned for the evening. "I'm going to a
party with Terry," he replied.

"How are you getting there?" Liz asked.

"In the car of course."

"I'm taking the car, Liz told him. Her mother sat quietly at the table waiting
for Alan to explode but he didn't he timidly ate his meal under Liz and Pat's
glare. And that was that.

I was beginning to dominate my brother, he was taller than me, but with Pat's
help we managed to beat him up one night. Not only did we beat him up we
stripped him naked. He squealed and shouted but when I got is balls in my hand
his shouts became pleads for mercy. I could make him a screaming falsetto. And
That was all it took to completely dominate him It had only been a few weeks
since the first beating but he was already very well trained.

We left our house at exactly seven and drove the shrt distance to where we had
told Freeman to be waiting for us Pat hadn't played in the game but she knew
what had happened after the game and after I described the evening to her she
was so disappointed she had missed it. I wondered how many more would try and
Gatecrash tonight's party.

We drove the short distance to where we arranged to pick him up and he was
waiting. Of course he was, he wouldn't dare be anywhere else. Freeman wasn't
the best looking of the boys, in fact I placed him about last in the looks
department which was probably why he wasn't the focus of too much attention
last night, but he needed to be trained, he needed to know his place in the
new scheme of things and I took that responsibility seriously.

We stopped long enough for him to get in. He was dressed as if he was going to
a real party. He was over dressed for what we had planned, but we had to pick
up another couple of girls and I was sure Christine and Geraldine would dress
him appropriately.

Christine played an important part in our victory, and she was something of a
surprise as she took to the after game activity like a duck to water Her email
messages relayed a side of her message I had never expected. You really can't
judge a book by its cover. Geraldine on the other hand offered few surprises.
She was a vicious sadistic bitch and her eyes lit up when she saw Freeman. We
had driven for less than a minute before they started on him I looked back in
the mirror and I surprised that it was Christine who made the first move. Pat
turned around and the three of them stripped him in less than a minute, he
made a feeble attempt to prevent the inevitable, but his flaying and cursing
quickly led to squeals of pain as Christine found his balls and squeezed. We
had no fear of the boys any more in the past twenty four hours we had beaten
them in every capacity and Freeman's weak capitulation wa just more eveidence
of our growing strength and complete domination of all males

"Plleeeeaaazzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhh." He screamed. He was naked and as we
drove through the early evening gloom along the lanes that led to the farm
house his clothes were thrown from the car and they had him crying like a
baby; which was music to my ears.

Across town Louise and Dorothy were waiting for the van Marilyn had phoned
Louise and told them that they needed to be by the roundabout by St Michael's
church at seven and tat Eve and Marilyn would pick them up prior to picking up
three more boys. Right at seven o'clock the van approached and .the side door
was pulled back and they were greeted by Orla and a boy who was naked and tied
and aying quietly in the back of the Transit..

"Who's that?" Dot asked.

"Skinner." Orla told her. He's been keeping us amused for most of the day,
Orla said and her familiar laugh rang through the van as they drove away. The
first stop was for Allan ? and Len Phillips, they lived on the same street,
but because old habits die hard they didn't want to pick up two at the same
time for fear of being over powered. It was a silly assumption bot Allan and
Len were shadows of their former selves. They usually spent Saturdays in each
other's company but the events of the previous night were far too raw and had
would it would take a long time for either boy to regain their shattered
confidence. The Girls knew this that is why it was decided to strike while the
iron was hot and never allow them to regain any self-confidence. Len was the
first pick up and he was quickly dispatched stripped and thrown to the back of
the van Two minutes later Allan was laying beside him.

The girls had such momentum now, every time they fought and beat a boy they
felt the adrenaline rush and the boys were crippled with another bitter defeat
Skinner, Phillips and Shepherd lay in the back of the van as the three girls
stood over them driving them deeper into submission.

Orla's Story

Debbie entered the room with an attractive looking girl dressed in our school
uniform crawling behind her on all fours. A collar was fastened around her
neck and Debbie had a leash attached to the collar. Debbie's entrance caused
the noisy chatter in the room to cease and silence descended. She achieved the
first part her goal, a dramatic entrance. All eyes were on the interesting
couple.

Debbie was a natural beauty, tall and willowy with a long, blonde, curly mane
cascading to her shoulders, In her heels she was 6'3 dressed in a simple black
dress that had a plunging neckline that gave more than a glimpse of her
adequate cleavage. She simply looked stunning, but who was on the leash? She
crawled behind Debbie head bowed, her hair hanging like curtain covering her
face as she crawled. Debbie did a small circuit of the room and then pulled
the girl into the centre.

"Who is it?" We all asked unable to control curiosity any longer.

"You honestly don't know?" Debbie asked looking at our puzzled faces. "Who is
the only bitch that is missing?"

"It's a boy?" Dot asked genuinely surprised.

"Oh yeah!" Debbie flipped up the hem of his skirt and pulled down his knickers
and showed a pair of shaved balls. Sylvia and Elaine knew who he was, they had
seen the transformation, but they never said a word. "It's a boy, a big boy."

"Billy Garrett?" I said cautiously, hardly believing that it could be.

"Get on your knees bitch." Debbie ordered and Billy knelt up. "Tell them who
you are." Debbie snapped.

"I'm Mistress Debbie's bitch." He answered; his voice unmistakable. An
audible, excited gasp filled the room as we looked at what Debbie had done to
him.

"Oh my god," I laughed looking at him, two days ago he was one of the most
feared boys in the school, not any more Debbie had completely emasculated him.

"Get back on all fours bitch." Debbie demanded, and he obeyed her immediately.
The transformation was incredible. The boys, Skinner, Freeman, Lennard,
couldn't believe their eyes. Debbie looked at them. "Obey me boys, obey each
and every Woman here tonight, failure to do so and we will crush you and
destroy you and them remould you just like we have remoulded Billy." The
quartet was kneeling and naked their cocks and ball were shrivelled in fear of
us.

Wilson, Willis, Brookes, Wicks, Fagan, Cousins and Stamler were scattered
round the room Debbie looked at each of them individually. neither could hold
her stare as she looked at them..

"Tonight we will teach you your place in our world." Debbie told them as she
glanced around the room. "And tonight you are going to witness something you
will never forget." She waited for a few moments in the silent front room. She
had everyone's undivided attention. Then she slowly unzipped her skirt and let
it fall in a heap around her feet, she stood there in her maroon knickers,
black suspender belt and black stockings, a six foot Amazon Goddess.

From her hand bag she pulled something that I instantly recognised. All of a
sudden the silence that had descended on the room was broken by a lot of
excited chatter as the girls in the room recognised what was about to happen.
The boys were bemused, completely ignorant as to what it was at first, but
soon everything was crystal clear. Debbie arranged the straps and stepped into
the harness and pulled it up her legs and positioned in front of her was an
eight inch black gnarly cock. I got wet very quickly as I and the rest of
those watching anticipated what was to follow. Debbie grabbed the cock like a
veteran "OK bitch, bend over the table!" Debbie ordered and Billy who couldn't
believe his ears or his eyes meekly obeyed.

Debbie pulled a bottle of something from her handbag and lubricated the cock
like she was wanking and then she grabbed his maroon panties and pulled them
over his hips and applied some lube to Billy's anus. She pushed a finger into
his arsehole. He squirmed.

"Oooh you're tight Billy, am I the first?' I looked around the room. No one
could resist the sight of Debbie preparing to mount Billy Garrett. He lay
across the table as meek as you like dressed as a school girl.