Sasha Sucklove's Sissy School Ch. 08

This is the 8th public chapter of a (currently) 18 part story, detailing Sasha Sucklove's Sissy School.

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The legend of Ethan was repeated in whispers down every new class. Who knew how much of it was real, even if the basis itself was true? It had been whispered down the alley over who knew how long, and if Eve had to guess, even those who knew Ethan didn't know everything about his escape. Still, he had gotten out. He'd somehow escaped into the rest of the world, and the more hopeful rumors said that he was working to bust this place open.

Eve and Cindy didn't believe that part. If they got out, they would try to hide forever. They would cower in terror, do everything possible to make sure that this place never found them. Going back to save others seemed like too much to ask when even one escape seemed impossible. Maybe they just weren't as strong and determined as he was. But they had seen everyone else fail. Escape attempts and resistances had gone from regular occurrences to practically nonexistent. Gina, their formerly fiery rebel, was practically jumping out in front of people to answer questions first, and get the reward of her plug's vibrations.

It seemed like the school was winning.

But with what Lisa told them, they had another chance.

Eve and Cindy whispered about what she said, and the story she had heard secondhand from an even older girl, before their time. It seemed to make sense. And sure, the school would have shored up the cracks in their defenses, but the basic idea was still sound. And even a fifty percent chance of success was more than anything they'd had before.

So they talked it over, adjusted the plan with the thought in mind that Ethan's escape would have alerted them to certain holes in security, and went about their preparations. It wasn't easy. The plan gave them hope, but the days here went on. Eve was told by her fashion teacher that from now on, all her outfits would have to be low cut. No doubt the headmaster had ordered that, eager to see the work he'd done to create her D cups. Both of them went done a size in cages, though strangely enough, Dr. Greene was the one to change out Eve's. The headmaster did Cindy's, which must have meant he went out of his way to see one and not the other.

Eve shuddered when she asked herself why, because the answer was simple. He felt possessive of her, and didn't want to look at her until she agreed to serve him. It's not like she wasn't glad to miss him. Going into a cage that was less than an inch long was hard enough with Dr. Greene doing it.

They both had to act normal until their plan was ready, to make sure they did nothing to arouse suspicion. By now they had every section of the school that they had access to memorized. They tested the parts of their plan that they could test and hoped when it came to the parts they couldn't.

As for everything else, they went through the motions.

Fashion class began to focus on makeup. According to their teacher, the girls would be better than most licensed cosmetologists by the time they graduated.

Gym class shifted to the athleticism of bedroom activities, and breath training. Most of the girls there could now go for a minute or two without breathing or passing out, and all of them knew deep down what the purpose was.

Anatomy was still mostly Dr. Greene gushing about science in a way that seemed to benefit no one but her, at least until one day.

"Now girls, so far we've been learning about your anatomy. But today we're doing something different!"

With a click of her remote, the slideshow switched over to a picture of penises, varying in race and size but all being above average. "Male anatomy. What it consists of and how to please men."

Dr. Greene smiled that self-satisfied smile of hers as the sissies looked to each other.

"Now, have any of you seen a boy naked?"

Sheepishly, every student raised their hand.

Greene just laughed. "Wow, what an easy bunch of girls! Gina, who have you seen?"

Gina looked around, her shimmering, curly black hair shifting as she moved her head. "Me?"

Greene laughed even louder. "Oh, sorry. I guess I should have been clearer. You're not boys. You never were. You were always sissies, waiting to become who you were meant to be. Right, Gina."

"Right, of course!" she eagerly exclaimed. If she wanted a reward for her obedience, she wasn't going to get it.

"So, who has seen a boy naked since becoming the sissy they were meant to be?" she asked, looking around. Her eyes knowingly stopped at Eve, but she certainly wasn't going to speak up.

"That is the hard part about this unit... pardon the pun" she smiled. "You have yet to have hands-on experience. Don't worry. That will change in a few weeks on your appraisal day."

The sissies stared at her as they often did, their eyes begging for an explanation they weren't going to get. Dr. Greene didn't tell them what appraisal day was, or why they would get hands-on male experience then. She just went into a fair boilerplate lesson on male reproduction, one cut short by the end of the session.

They were already nearing the end of preparations, but that gave Eve and Cindy a shot in the arm. When they got back to their dorm, they had the conversation they'd been putting off since Lisa first gave them the escape route.

Which one would leave?

Though Eve wanted to tell her that she would go and get help, she doubted her own courage to do so. She wasn't sure how powerful these people were and whether getting help would just get her back in their clutches. She knew that Cindy probably felt the same way. Yet their escape plan only had room for one. Ethan had probably been so smart that his roommate never knew about the plan, but these two were a team. Who was getting out and who was staying behind?

"Eve..." asked Cindy as they both sat on their beds. "When Lisa said she heard what the headmaster did to you... what did she mean?"

Eve flinched. She had just been about to tell Cindy that she should be the one to escape. Instead, she looked down at the floor.

"He... he made me walk topless through the hall. You know that."

"It's not just that. It's never been just that. I'm not an idiot, Eve. I see the teachers. I hear them. I get hints and... well, quite frankly, we've all been through stuff that's worse than streaking. That wouldn't be enough to make Lisa help us."

"Just... nothing. It was nothing, alright. Let's focus on the plan and-"

"I can't trust you unless you're honest with me. I mean, half the girls... I mean... half the boys..." trailed off Cindy, looking rather disappointed in herself at the error. "Half the students don't believe an escape attempt is possible, so they'd sell one out if it got them a vibe on their plug or a key to their cage. So if we're doing this, we need to be honest. Otherwise, I'm not sure I can trust anymore here."

Why did Cindy have to make such a great point? Eve hadn't even managed to meet her eyes again, letting out a deep sigh and shaking her head.

"I... you know how I don't go to relief sessions?"

Cindy nodded, letting her roommate speak. She knew that whatever this was, it was something that would be hard to get out.

"My first session, I had this hot girl. She got me all riled up, all teased, and told me I needed to take her strapon if I wanted to finish."

Cindy smiled slightly. "Is that it? I've got news for you, roomie. We all got that offer. I think all of us took it. More than once."

"It's... it's not that. I couldn't see behind me. But I heard her voice. I thought she was... when I did finish, I saw her walk in front of me. But I still felt her inside of me."

Cindy furrowed her brow.

"It was the headmaster. He switched out with her. He took me. And then, he told me I'm his favorite of this class. He said he'd be willing to trade privileges if I trade... favors..."

"Eve..." said Cindy, getting up and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"He wants me to be his new project, his new toy. I guess he likes that I'm not all the way done like Brianna is."

"Eve..."

Cindy put a hand around her roommate's chin and lifted it up until they were looking at each other.

"You're going."

Eve just stared at her in shock. "Cindy, you-"

"You're the one getting out. You can get help for me but you're not staying here with him."

"But-"

"No. No buts. We're ready. You're the one. And don't argue with me or I'll slap you in the tit" she joked.

Eve almost tried to tell her that she didn't deserve it, but she stopped herself. She did deserve it. Every girl here did. And if Cindy deserved it more, that just meant that Eve couldn't disappoint her. "Fine. I'm ready."

The next night, there was no more time to hesitate.

No more worrying. No more testing. It was time for action. After all the other students had gone to bed, Cindy gave Eve the look.

Using the method they'd had in their backpocket for two months, they took off Eve's collar. It had taken forever to figure out how to bypass it and even longer to gather the materials. It wasn't like there was electrical tape or other insulating items just lying around. They had to pilfer things from fashion and sometimes even from the cafe. But once they'd figured it out, they knew they had to save it. There was no use taking off the collar just for the sake of doing. But with this plot, it was a necessity.

Eve got behind the door as Cindy moved pillows and blankets around to give the impression that she was in her bed.

Then, she knocked on her own door.

Soon enough, she had their attention.

"What is it?" asked the warped voice on the guard as they entered the room. This was their only chance, so it had to be perfect. They'd even come up with a way to make sure Eve would have an opening.

"Up there!" said Cindy, getting the guard to lift their head. It was enough to expose a bit of skin under their black visor.

Eve jumped on them, pressing her collar onto it.

As if on reflex, the guard turned on her collar, expecting to zap Eve into submission. Instead, they doubled over, tased by their own remote.

Cindy quickly closed the door and began to undress them, starting with the helmet.

Underneath it was a fiery redhead with a buzzcut, looking like a butch and muscled amazon as they stripped her to her underwear. Cindy put the collar on her and grabbed the remote, ready to keep her out of it until Eve had gotten clear.

Now it was on to step two.

Eve took the guard's clothes and began to put them on, having to work to get the tactical vest on over her much more hefty chest. But soon enough she was dressed, and the real guard was starting to stir.

ZAP

"This is fun" muttered Cindy as a press of a button stopped the stirring. "Good luck."

"Thanks" said Eve, getting her hair up into the helmet as she put it on. Now, she looked like another faceless drone. Standing there for a moment, she looked to Cindy. As happy as she looked to shock the guard, she knew that the punishment would be severe. She might even end up like Gina. So Eve stepped over and hugged her, giving a deep squeeze before heading out into the halls.

It was strange to be without the collar for so long and even stranger to be in clothes that actually covered her up, but there was no time to appreciate that. She moved through the halls, leaving the areas they knew and heading towards their best guess for an exit. It was mainly just a hunch, but she still went on, moving on her tiptoes despite now wearing the guard's boots. She'd expected that after so long locked into heels, but the fact that she couldn't walk flat footed if she tried still made her sick to think about.

Finally, she saw a door with a keycard reader, looking down to the seemingly blank lanyard attached to her uniform. She scanned it, and the door opened.

It was a locker room.

This must have been where the guards changed. Eve made her way to the other end of the room, seeing a set of footsteps going up, with sunlight shining from above.

It was true.

This was how Ethan got out.

Finding the right locker, she took the guard's keys. She would have run out and tried to drive away, but she knew better than that. There was a fence around this complex, and a security guard that had to open it to let people in and out. If Ethan was real, then that was true. So as Eve made her way out to the staircase, seeing real daylight for the first time in months, she told herself it wasn't over yet. She had to get past the fence, which was probably electrified. Luckily, Ethan had a plan for that too.

She made her way up to a parking lot, filled with luxury cars and nothing older than the last model year. It looked like the guards were well paid here.

Finding the right one, she got it and drove. It was a massive complex, seemingly meant to look like some sort of wilderness preserve. It was just woods, the parking lot and the road, all fenced and with no one able to guess that there was a massive world beneath. She drove a mile, going slow until she saw the fence. Just around the bend was the gate, and a security building with a window to greet drivers. They weren't going to let anyone out unless they knew who they were. Especially not someone in the guard's gear, which shouldn't be worn past the locker rooms.

So she pulled off the road, driving slow over the dried leaves and dirt until she managed to get to the fence via the forest. Then, with the car still in drive, she got out.

It went ahead towards the fence, which was far too sturdy to be knocked down. Even if she sped into it, the car wouldn't be able to get through. But it wasn't supposed to get through the fence.

It was supposed to short it.

The collision created a few sparks as the electric fence was suddenly grounded by a few tons of steel that crashed roughly into it. That guard was going to need a new truck.

Still, Eve wasn't sure. There was only one way to find out, and as much as she wanted to hesitate, there was no time. She made her way to the fence and slowly reached a hand out, closing her eyes before touching it.

Nothing.

She wrapped her fingers around the metal without a shock, and slowly began to climb over. It was difficult. Her weakness had never been more apparent, and even though the fence should have been easy to climb, she could barely manage it. She'd never exerted herself this much, never pushed herself so hard, never tried something with this much gritted teeth and determination.

And then, she fell over the other side.

She laid there for a second in disbelief, outside the property, with no collar, carrying another woman's wallet.

She had done it.

She was out.

Now she just needed to get to a gas station or something. She needed to flag down a driver. With the guard's ID, she even had the information she'd need to start an investigation. She could use her to figure out who everyone else was.

But first she had to run.

She got up and hurried ahead, thinking of Ethan and thanking him for this plan in her head. Maybe it wasn't all hope and foolishness. Maybe he really was working to free them all. It would take time, but now Eve could help.

No, not Eve.

Adam.

Adam was free. He was going to save the others. He was going to save Cindy.

He ran as fast as he could on his tiptoes, his chest bouncing under the vest as he rushed through the woods. He wasn't sure what time it was. He wasn't sure where he was, or even if he was still in America.

But he knew one thing for sure. He'd done it. He'd beat them. He'd outsmarted them like they'd been outsmarted before, and he was never going-

Adam looked up at the sky, feeling the shock move through him. It had knocked him off his feet, and kept down any time he tried to stand. But that was impossible. His collar was off. How was he being shocked!?

What was happening?

"Well, well, well..." said the headmaster, filling the sky above Adam as the sissy helplessly stared up. "You went the Ethan route. Smart girl. Too bad the collars aren't the only thing with a shock feature. The chip we inserted in your spine also has one. And a GPS" he smirked as tears flowed down Adam's face.

"Let's get you back to my office. We need to have a talk."