Vice of the Voiceless - Tom

 23/25

This is the final of the four victims of Pink n Prissy's silence serum. Remember there is only enough antidote for three of the 'boys' so you can vote for which sissy you think should remain at the collective's mercy for some further punishment in the comments of today's cap. The other three boy's captions can be found here (Carl, Timothy, Sam) and the rest of the Pink n Prissy Collective story is on my index page.

She would never admit it to her fellow Pink n Prissy Collective members but Josie was beginning to feel a little nervous. As their leader it was necessary to show strength and that's why when she handed the preference cards out to the muted boys, she made sure Tom got hers. She could tell he was the alpha of the group and in breaking him she would be asserting dominance over not only her band of friends but also their rival sex. However, with the deadline fast approaching, her sissy was nowhere in sight.

She was scouring the school grounds for her target. The final bell had long since rang yet there was no sign of Tom. Maybe she should have been more assertive... She knew some of the girls had played active parts in feminising the other boys but she much preferred to see them break alone, desperately debasing themselves for her pleasure, and she had a motto – the tougher the guy, the prissier the sissy. But where was Tom?!

She rounded the side of the school. As a former pupil she still new lots of people at her former hunting grounds but her heart thumped in her chest all the same. Finally, she turned another corner and found a group of boys circled around something next to the wall. Josie tutted on hearing the homophobic slurs they were shouting yet found refuge in the fact she had found what she was looking for.

“Hey! Get out of here!” she yelled at the gang. They stared at her menacingly but began to disperse all the same. Josie made a mental note of their faces, vowing to punish them sometime in the future the only way she knew how. The area now clear, their target was on full show. “My card said I wanted a Bad Bitch,” she smirked, “not a total pussy. Why d'you let them pick on you like that? And I thought you were the alpha...”

The gangly Tom gaped at her despairingly from his position on the concrete ledge, unable to respond. His long stockinged legs dangled beneath him capped with a pair of fierce heels. A red leather jacket draped over tight hotpants and long wavy locks cascaded wildly over his shoulders. Tom might not have been acting like a Bad Bitch but he certainly looked the part. Josie was impressed.

“You got balls dressing like that to school. I would have expected you to slip into something at the last moment. Maybe 'balls' is the wrong word...” Josie gave her prize a satisfied smile but Tom continued to stare nervously past her at the departing bullies, “Come,” she gestured, “the Pink n Prissy Collective is waiting. It's time to vote on whether you deserve your voice back.”