Third and final story about Sissy Stevie. Read her previous experiences
in
1 Santa's Present for Sissy, and
2 I'm Busting.
in
1 Santa's Present for Sissy, and
2 I'm Busting.
Hi! I'm Stevie, first year sissy student.
I'd had already had two
nasty experiences from those who don't understand why I love being a
sweet sissy. I ought to have learned from them.
Wow! My special friend Zinny, whom I share rooms with, had given me
a lovely Easter present, my own special cot.
I thanked her profusely, I was beyond words, the cot made me thrill with
pleasure. Made of solid chrome, it gleamed in my room as I bounced on
the soft mattress within. Zinny showed me how the sides and top could
be locked in place, so I could be coccooned in my little home each night.
"In case I should have to go away," smiled Zinny, "you'd be real safe in
there."
But thankfully she wasn't going away over this Easter holiday and I was
looking forward to an enjoyable long weekend with the one person who
cared for me.
We had settled down after classes on the Thursday evening. Eagerly
anticipating my first night sleeping in my new cot, I decided I really had
to cuddle that nice teddy I'd seen in the local store, so I excitedly told
Zinny I'd pop out to buy it.
"But it's getting dark, precious," warned Zinny, you know we said not to
go out alone. I'd come with you, only I must get my project up to date.
Stay here with me, you can't want a teddy that much."
"I do, I do," I protested, and with the urge for teddy so strong, I dashed
out the door and ran very fast the two minutes to the store.
"That's lovely," I gasped, as I grabbed the golden teddy, and cuddled him,
taking him to the checkout to pay. It was while I was waiting in the busy
queue that I spotted Joe ahead of me. He was the shy student who had
been so horrid to me at the fairground. In a show of bravado I instantly
regretted, I stuck my tongue out at him. Okay, I felt safe with other
customers around. Joe scowled, paid for his goods and quit.
But after I left the store, I saw him lurking with a couple of his friends in
the shadows. I didn't like them either, since they been the ones who had
given me a horrible Christmas present. I was gonna dash back anyway,
but I ran even faster when I found they were following me. I wished I'd
followed Zinny's wise advice,but it was too late for regrets, I put all my
efforts into running.
When in my haste I dropped teddy, I didn't dare pick him up, as they
were close behind me on the street that was now bereft of anyone else in
the dusk.
They were gaining on me, I knew. But one had stopped to picked up my
teddy, so only two were near. That gave me an idea. I flung off my sissy
skirt, leaving me in my yellow top and diaper, but it did the trick for one
of them stopped to pick that up. Desperately I kicked off my sandals,
leaving me to ran the last fifty yards in my ankle socks. Joe was close to
me, but he stumbled over the sandals and that gave me a breather and I
got to the front door of our block.
As I raced up the stairs to the first floor, I could hear all three of them,
burst in the entrance, shouting, "get her, get the stupid sissy!"
Barely had I time to fish the key from my top pocket and open our flat
door. Joe was clutching my waist as I burst in.
If Zinny hadn't been quick on the uptake, I hate to think what would have
happened. But she shot up, scattering her paperwork on the floor, pulled
me into the room. simultaneously slamming the door right on Joe's ugly
face, dislodging his glasses. Thus she thwarted the other two who crashed
into the ailing Joe. It was a lucky escape for me. We both breathed in,
deeply.
A hammering on the door.
"Open up you ***," cried the angry Joe.
"Open up I say, our quarrel's not with you Zinny," cried Jack, "we want
that big sissy."
"Don't be daft, Jack," we heard Joe shout, "look what Zinny's done to
me."
There was a sound of the three arguing about who they most wanted, but
whatever they'd decided, their next action was scarey enough. The door
shuddered as they heaved against it. It made a terrible din.
I wasn't too scared. That noise would bring some of the other students on
the scene, and they would stop this nasty behaviour. Then I froze, as I
remembered it was a holiday weekend, and most had already left for
home. I could see Zinny had the same thought too, for she cried to me,
"Quick, Stevie, your cot's the only chance. Hide in there!"
I needed no second invite, and leapt on to the mattress. I moved to pull
Zinny in with me, but I knew there wasn't enough room and she shook
her head. She also slid the side bar up and pulled the top over so that I
was locked in like a cage. It felt secure in here, but what about poor
Zinny?
With the door about to burst its lock any second, she hid the only key
that could unlock my cot, and then stood up calmly to face the enemy, as
the door split under the fearsome pressure. Joe led the way with four
others, two students in my block. They all looked hell bent on mischief.
Joe grabbed Zinny, who resisted not, the other four glowered at my cage,
one on each side. Jack and his mate pulled at the chrome bars to force it
open, but finding it strong and unyielding, tipped the cot over in a fit of
frenzy. I lay on my side bruised. The other two picked at the bars while
Jack saw his only chance of revenge was on the helpless Zinny.
Joe had forced her to the divan.
"I'll get you for this."
Jack joined him.
"Give me the key," he snarled at Zinny, who responded with not a word.
"Give it, or else," he threatened.
No way was Zinny gonna yield, Joe savagely ripped off her purple dress,
but finding no key on her, spat on her face and scoured the room with
Jack to find the hiding place. Would they find it?
The room was dismantled while the other pair attempted to get at me
through the chrome bars. But they were too narrowly together for their fat
ugly hands to reach thru, and they soon gave up when I bit their fingers,
which were the only things they could poke thru. They left my overturned
cot and joined the search, I shivered as they poked around near the secret
hiding place, then relaxed as they missed it- thank God.
It was a mess when the frustrated four gave up the quest. They turned on
Zinny. I watched on helpless.
"Give us that key, or you really will get it," screamed Jack.
Joe reinforced the point by slapping her across the face.
"You're not gonna help that silly sissy, are you?" asked Joe mockingly.
"Save yourself all this trouble and give in."
"Tell us the truth! Where is the key?"
But Zinny still said nothing.
One of the two latecomers, perhaps sorry for her, pleaded with Zinny,
"Why are you so keen to protect Stevie? She's nothing isn't she? Why
help such a pathetic little sissy?"
But his words met with the only answer Zinny uttered that awful night,
"she's my friend. I love her."
And so he left the room, washing his hands of it all. But the other three
had Zinny in their grasp, and if she wasn't gonna yield to their evil, they
were gonna keep Joe's promise and wreak their revenge on her.
I tried to get out the cot myself when I saw what they were doing to her.
But I was locked in, safe, no use at all to my suffering Zinny.
They tied her arms to opposite ends of the divan. I watched helpless.
They tied her legs to the legs of the divan, and I had to block my ears,
avert my eyes.
----
I cried when I saw her lifeless body on the divan after they left, slamming
the door behind them. I called out to Zinny but there was no reply. There
could be no reply.
----
The next two days were horrid. I was alone and though I called out when
I heard movement in the corridor outside, noone could hear my little
voice. I was getting more hungry, and so miserable.
----
Day three I awoke to find the sun streaming in thru the frosty window.
Though I was uncomfortable, the first thing I noticed was that Zinny
wasn't there any longer.
The door to our room was open, then there was a strange sound from my
upturned cot, as the lock seemed to unlock of its own accord.
I was scared at first, cos maybe Joe and his friends were close by, but
reassured, I emerged from my refuge and saw my teddy at the foot of the
divan.
I cuddled it at once, and somehow I sensed, even though I could not
prove, that Zinny had worked all this. She had saved me and she was
watching over me.
As I dressed that happy morning, I was more cheerful than I'd ever been.
Though I didn't know for sure, I knew that those sissy haters could never
trouble me ever again.
Sitting in church that sunny Easter day, in my best white dress and fresh
white diaper, do you know, I was completely sure Zinny sat aside me,
and my heart leapt with thanks for her unstinting love for me.
Here endeth my Easter story
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