A slow-burn tease about a naïve charwoman who goes to face up her daughter's bullies.

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a handful of participants are referred to by gens. Even fewer are physically described.

The maintenance men look like maintenance men.

The female Principal is a typical, plump, overbearing, domineering old dragon.

Belinda is a 43 years old widow. Her physical features are barely described. Imagine her as you wish.

The ‘ daughter'are boisterous young woman straight out of an American English ( Pie ) frolic. All are 18 or more.

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Belinda baulked and had to read the sign twice before knocking on the stout wooden door.

The phrasing seemed odd, and slightly fuddle, and she didn't want to make a mistake…

MS PRENTICE WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. SCHOOL PRINCIPLAL AND STUDENT VICE-PRINCIPAL

"Come"called a female interpreter from within, and Belinda entered, closing the door behind her.

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Saami female vocalisation, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the vacate wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The owner of the spokesperson had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly tumid sail of composition. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward quiet, the vocalisation raised her gaze.

"Yes ?"she was authoritarian and curt,"How may I aid ?"

"My girl is Caroline Felmer-Brismore,"Belinda spoke calmly and clearly,"And I'm certain she is being bullied."

"I see…. And what brings you to this possible, yet uncorroborated conclusion ?"

"From the way she talks on the phone. There is something going on, I'm sure of it, and I'm pretty sure it's bullying. Then when I suggested I'd like to drive up here during terminal figure prison term and see her, she begged, in fact, beseeched, I do no such thing and stay away. That alone made me concerned."

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her sage advice … no thing … you are here now …. fountainhead, I accept you may ingest perceived unusual person in her attitude and talking to patterns which have brought you to the ratiocination there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your wording is taken at font value, you have no grounds of what the said ground may be. Your daughter is on the leaflet of woman and has rapidly changing internal secretion layer which lead to all personal manner of irregular and irrational deportment. However, should the grounds indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the culprit, or plural of same, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

Belinda rolled her center before speech production. This woman was really something.

"I have grounds. My maternal inherent aptitude. That's my evidence."

"Very scientific, I'm surely. But I reiterate, Ms Felmer-Bris……"

"shout me Belinda ”. Belinda interjected, mostly out of habit, but immediately regretted the concession.

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no bullies here. persona of our education missionary post is to naturalize an sympathy of the real Earth. We can't all be circular gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this schoolhouse is to endeavour to be your best, but also to admit your place in the pecking order of spirit. Do you understand ?"

"But what's that got to do with my complaint that my girl is being bullied ?"

"So you wish to bring up your imparting of fear to the position of complaint ?"

"I just want to know what you are going to do about it."

"And what does Mr. Felmer-Brismore say on this matter ? Doesn't he have an impression ?"

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a twosome of years ago in a terrible eggbeater accident. Him and his damn toys. I told him not to … .. …… Anyway, that's beside the point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my only minor, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attending during term-time. We have our amercement reputation to continue. We haven't become the most prestigious girl's boarding school in the county without good reason."

"But she mustn't be getting the support she needs if she is being subjected to some variety of harassment."

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the workings of this school day and how we prepare our educatee for the real earth. I feel a little demonstration is in order…. Come with me… .."

Annoyed, but accepting the decree, Belinda found herself following the principal into a classroom full-of-the-moon of female pupils who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to give our unexpected visitor a small demo. You'll have to indulge us for a brusk while."

The wording to the instructor made it solve that rank was being pulled, and no options being given.

"Right,"boomed the principal sum as she brought her hands together in a sharp clap which echoed the room.

"Who in this elbow room is 18 years old ?"she asked, and a forest of sleeve shot in the air before retracting.

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten arms shot up, and she motioned for one of them to come place upright out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily stab up.

"Who is a B one ?"

Again, about six munition were briefly raised towards the ceiling.

"And finally, who here is a B two ?"

A very confused and connive Belinda counted three implements of war in the air. The principal sum pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger's breadth to the storey just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chair legs and scurried to the front of class.

"Now for your nirvana of how affair work around here,"she said at Belinda, and then, turning to the miss who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the order,"Strip ”.

"No way,"returned the girl with a facial expression and outspoken tone of incredulity.

"Strip,"the principal repeated her bark."Blouse and hedge off now. …. DO IT…"

"No way,"the girl repeated with a now definite level of annoyance.

"I am your head teacher. Strip…. That's an order… .."

The young lady was still shaking her heading with a feel of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her blighter schoolmate, looking to curb this wasn't some kind of set-up joke, before turning back to the precept and stating in no uncertain terminus"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the principal said monotone flatly, and the girl instantly complied, obviously relieved this surreal episode had now concluded.

The principal sum now turned to the girl who had identified herself as a B two. Staring down at the obviously unnerved and shivering girl, the main barked… .."It'll have to be you, then, ,, strip."

"No, I…. it's not…. I can't, …"the girl stammered and stuttered with no conviction.

"Strip."The principal repeated in a harsh bark worthy of a drill sergeant.

The young lady looked at the floor.

"strip show, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop off your skirt snipe your ankles. Come on, hurry up. All your schoolfellow are waiting."

It was at this point that Belinda decided she must intervene."The girlfriend's not…… .."she started.

"See, you've upset our visitor ”, the principal cut her off."What you must do now is climb up onto teacher's desk and stand facing your schoolmate. Then, when they start chanting ‘ funnies - strip - strip show ’, you will remove every stitch of clothing which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

The girl's shoulders drooped, and her head dipped in resignation.

"But……"Belinda again started, and the principal immediately showed her the ribbon of her helping hand, which brought her into full silence.

"semen on, up you pop,"cajoled the head teacher to the despondent and terrified girl."We haven't got all day."

With that, the girl shuffled around and stood on the teacher's chairwoman, then stepped up onto the table, and set herself facing her class fellow.

It was at this tip when Belinda ran from the room.

Unbeknown to Belinda, the lead then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp claps of her helping hand, told the class to resume as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the vestibule before she walked out of the movement door.

"Come back to my office,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some things we ought to discuss ”.

Belinda gave a Brobdingnagian audible suspiration, and turned away from the doorway to present the principal.

"semen on … .. Come with me… you deserve an explanation. And you are in school. This is where things are explained, yes ?"the corpus cooed.

Despite the shock and bewilderment of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a mystifying breather and exhale, preparing to follow, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

"You just witnessed something extraordinary, and I think it's opened your eyes to a world you don't yet comprehend. Let us return to my role and talk…."And as she started walking, Belinda tagged along behind.

Both back in their various chairs, and the office door closed, the precept started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one miss to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to resist the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life… .. As for the early young woman …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach deterrent example and to demonstrate the right-hand way and wrong way. Of course of study, some girls are voiceless to teach that others. It's in the factor, you see. Some citizenry have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as fictile as easygoing leather. And it's been proven these gene are passed through the generations. lease your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A ones, A deuce, B ones and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A single. It is not only the instructor who teach. The lady friend help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a example. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

"alibi me ? My daughter being bullied is my fault ? How the hell does that make for ?"exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B talking was getting a bit too intellectual for her liking, and then to be accused of her girl being bullied was her fault……

"I said it's partly your fault, because you can not be held responsible for for deliberately passing on your low ranking gene. It's that simple. Maybe someone has given your girl an extra-curricular consummate reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

"I don't understand. There is nothing unseasonable with my genes,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

"Well it's been patently obviously to me from the very back you walked into my business office they are of B two inventory, and maybe of tardy someone has felt it their duty to remind your daughter of this, and to try much harder in class."

"B two strain ? Are you saying what I think you're expression, and calling me unintelligent ?"

"Ha, ha… no, no…… that not my point. I'm saying she's not assertive, just like you."

"But I've just driven 60 miles to be here in person to kick about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally wrong and why you're a B two … and I'm going to prove it. You may have come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a school principal, you're going to be taught a deterrent example, right ? Oh, my near sweet pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

"I don't like you're tonus, and I'm leaving. I shall be writing to the authorities,"fumed Belinda as she rose to her feet.

"And what of your girl ? You know this is the best school in the county, and despite her Holocene way out, we both know that if she stays the grade, she will leave here with exemplary qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the good work she's put in thus far, do we now… .. …. Berr- lin .. da … ? Sit back down."

Belinda slumped back onto her chair. She'd just been talked down to, and seemed to have lost the first round.

"That's right. progress to yourself well-situated. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your behaviour ?"

"My behaviour ? What behaviour ? What are you talking about ?"

"In the schoolroom before, when I asked one girl to bare and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the back girl strip. You saw her discomfort. Her dilemma. Obey or not obey…… .. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to break my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, maltreat into the break and strip instead ….take her place …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such thing. The poor wretch was about to have a nervous breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her billet ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the smoke. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole exercising could've been a examination … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would offer to dismantle in her stead."

"I don't like you talking that way. I have no intention of stripping for anyone."

"None of my visitors come here intending to strip, but many end up doing exactly that… .. What if I told you that, in a short while from now, before leaving this school, you are going to be totally bare-buck naked. Would you believe me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to have you a choice…. airstrip just for me, now…. Or a footling later, in front man of a whole cluster of students."

"That's it …. you really are harebrained,"stormed Belinda as she stood up to make her parting."You've lost the plot and need locking up."

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal sum as she calmly slid open a drawer and fished out a pair of cuff, before dropping them with a loud clunk on her desk."With these, your daughters'?"

"No, I…. where did they… .. how come… ?"Belinda started to jibber as she slumped back down onto her can. Few people have actually seen the real number McCoy heavy tariff, glistening chrome, prison handcuff up close, and it usually comes as a electric shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you hump where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only distrust your daughter is being bullied. well that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrists as she was hugging a tree diagram. And it wasn't at one of those preservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the shoal building. It was just by sheer prospect that one of the break-time executive program found her. The supervisory program usually don't go down there. Due to some very distasteful incidents in the past, it is pretty much a no-go zona for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree automobile trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the lady friend with police action, made them feed her the manacle key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your girl was distraught, and although she told the supervisory program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at length the following day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a fashion. She didn't expect her step-in to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the respite I guess."

"But why didn't you tell me all this when I first got here ?"

"It was on a need to recognize cornerstone, and a lot is a good deal. She is acutely aware of the A one B two theories, and realised that if she is a B two, then you are also, and didn't want you coming here making a fuss."

"And why wouldn't she want me here ?"

"Oh, my sweet pet ... You haven't grasped a word I've said, have you ? I've even given you a demonstration. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the turf of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A ace. You don't stand a chance."

"Never mind about my chances, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the miss who assaulted my daughter ? Are any accusation going to be laid ?"

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true type or not. There is no way your daughter will take the stand to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the precept and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this hold up several years. It was one mere lapse of perspicacity on her parting, I'm sealed of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"exculpation me ”, apologises the principal ) it will go on again."

"But I demand something be done. This was assault… and by the speech sound of it, sexual rape ….and it was lucky a supervisor stepped in before it went further. Who knows what might have happened ? This can't be just brushed under the carpeting. Surely the supervisor who took some word picture still has evidence."

"Unfortunately those mental picture seem to have gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her television camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must have fallen from her air hole when she became involved in some liven action. And as for being an eye witness, well, it would be her word against those of various others."

"Well, I'm simply not satisfied. Surely something can be done."

"We -- -ell,"responded the principle with a drawled-out consideration.

"What ?"perked Belinda, her hopes raised that someone may be held accountable.

"I suppose …… if you want to be satisfied, you could meet with the girls responsible for and have it from there."

"I would have sex to encounter the bitches responsible, and totally give them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would treasure being referred to as bitches to their expression, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed shielder of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would receive the opportunity to explain themselves and offer any excuse or reform any misgiving you may have about the motive for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their corporate contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

"Well I don't know about all that. I just want to know who they all are."

"I'm sure enough if I talked with the supervisor who is familiar with the matter, and knows the girls involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one elbow room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure they understand your need to recognise them. What better way than if you were all in the Saami room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you cling around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

"Well, I'm not sure exactly how many daughter were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free people today. There are all the usual bits and opus of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough elbow room to tack all the girls involved for when you go in and present them."

"Good. I'm not having them intimidate and molest my daughter and then walk away and think it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound of thing, this is certainly not the end of the thing. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't idea …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the original incident to respect the proceedings. There should be enough room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and earmark punishment, and this would be a mulct opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different flair and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to heighten their secular understanding comes along, and I'm sure your oblation will be an example to behold."

"I don't charge who else is there, so long as all those frightful girls who violated my girl are."

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll escort you to the Tea Room. It's much more prosperous there, with lounges and tea and umber and a television. I particularly recommend the orange succus. There's also a public lavatory if you feel a pauperization to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

They wandered down a couple of corridors and eventually ended up outside a embrown wooden door….

"Here we are,"cooed the school principal."In you go… Someone will come and get you in short piece. It's skillful and cosy in here. I'm sure you'll find it suitable and finger right at home."

And as Belinda entered to start her time lag, she noticed underneath the Tea room sign there were dull grading in the wood-stain where the old classroom phone number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small-scale electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a lure, and was about to get up herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettledrum."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small-scale sum of money of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in taste of the sweetened bracing taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her regard located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to count watching TV, and besides, electronic setup of any variety was not her ‘ affair ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A minor flock of magazines adorned the primal coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. to the highest degree were commonplace commercial women's powder magazine, but one particular booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female athlete in skin tight spandex on the front concealment, and entitled,"sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to foliate one, and started to read the text under the accompanying exposure of marriageable female jock, mostly in mid-action and many in swimsuit, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a large number of poses. But she couldn't help but posting they became more risqué with each routine of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took periodic sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ helper me push backbreaking'…… ‘ Are my legs spread encompassing enough ?'

‘ I've never been so wet,'………. ‘ I'm so close .. please don't stop.'… .. ‘ come in and do it.'

‘ My coach wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to number too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at to the lowest degree'

‘ I hate them, but can't say no'…… ‘ I can go for Admiralty mile'….… ‘ I don't care, just put it in ’.

Without realising it, the provocative mannerism and the significative phraseology had made Belinda peak with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the leaflet down on her knees for a moment to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to encounter the photo which had made the biggest impression. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its dual pageboy spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolization at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That font. That look. It drew her eyes like a magnet. Sure, her full spread legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually veer wet swimmer. But it was the look on her expression, her contorted saying. It was a coalesce mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the dustup barely a whisper as she leaned back into the deluxe lounge."lucky bitch. I wish soul would make me experience like that,"as mindless finger's breadth pushed down into the saddleback of attire overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back vertical and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to hive away that facial nerve look in her brain, but couldn't aid but subscribe to in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclaiming of actualization as her eyes wandered over the whole two page double-spread. The bikini clad infant in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in rout form with her Kuki-Chin on her thorax staring at the camera. The smell of terror on her grimace probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her down pad. It appeared to be a large stave trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling little girl and plug a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have been doomed to fail. Then on closemouthed inspection, the faces of the alone 4 ‘ backstop'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evilness and contempt…. their pass of being her Christ was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an element of euphoria and blind faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart thumped in her pectus, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a sexual human relationship since her husband had died, but why had this visual sensation of a assortment of treachery, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying text caused her condition ? It was a interrogative sentence she couldn't reply. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted hands, and she just can't end herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't fall. She jumped. testament you jump ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their handwriting on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a hugger-mugger, but now is your fortune to take that leap into darkness and meet with the circumstances you deserve. Go on, do it… parachuting. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to snaffle you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an abnormal concoction of visual sensation and words stirred up feelings so unfitting, yet so intense they had made her lack to fuck off, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingers were pushing down hard at her fork through the wring overlay bend of her dress…

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"Knock, belt ”.

Belinda took in a acute, startled inhalation of breath and panicked, frisbeeing the powder store onto the coffee berry table.

The door opened and a well-disposed face appeared, and a cheery vox asked if she was make to go.

Belinda sprang to her feet and her medallion hurriedly straightened the front of her dress ….

"Yep."

The belatedly 20's slim young young woman said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a drink before we leave. This is the number one fourth dimension I've gotten away from my desk this last couple of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

"Yes, thanks. I've been sipping on orange succus while I passed the time."

"Oh, I'm just damn thirsty, and need to skull something. Anything. I won't be a tick."

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full nursing bottle of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long here and now, then apparently having a variety of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a good trash and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the glass in the cesspit. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her glass in the cesspool. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pile of magazine on the java table, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself flush.

"motive the restroom before we go ?"Trish politely enquired.

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the sceptre of using the public convenience for various minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl turned up and ruined her program.

"Off to the gym we go then. You been there before ?"asked Trish.

"This is the 1st time I've been to the school since they completed the renovations, so, no, not really."said Belinda as they walked along.

"Oh, you'll love it in the new gym, trust me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful jog with her elbow."Some of the girls are in there now, having a workout."

"But I thought the principal sum said it would be vacant for the merging I'm having."

"Well, normally on Fridays it would be, but one of the student's teams has a big peer this weekend, and they're getting in some superfluous practice. Do you like wrestling ?"

"rassling ?"exclaimed Belinda in astonishment."They have a female child wrestling team ?"

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag team lucifer, sometimes they get carried away and if the ref isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar room brawl where anything goes. It can really get the hearing fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her Son trailed away.

"I can image,"said Belinda with a gulp.

…

The side by side corridor was long with a shiny green linoleum floor and dozens of lockers along one side. Muffled auditory sensation of oink and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the length of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprisal."I'm trusted you can find your way from here. Nice confluence you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her heel and walked away.

"Bye, Thank you for … .. ”, said Belinda, weakly trailing off at the end as Trish scurried away. Well, that was rude, she thought. She composed herself and headed in the direction of the auditory sensation of rumbustious activity."This had better not spoil the meeting"she said to herself.

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The door to the gym were double-swing saloon style, large and wide, with a lame glass panel in the top of each.

Belinda stood on her tip-toes and peered in. There appeared to be a dozen or so athlete jumping about and doing their affair, but none were actually wrestling.

"goodness,"she said to herself"this space is vast. And that dozy cow had said she'd be making arrangement to fit us all in … How many was she expecting ? The feeding of the five chiliad ?"

…

"Can I serve you ?"The baritone horn, almost manly voice from a strapping, tall 18 class old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom physical body inside her cutis tight spandex body suit.

"wellspring, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…… .."

"Trish Trash just told me exactly who you are. You're that dumb sucker's defender. What'yall doing here ?"she said, surly, her mouth clicking as she chewed her gum.

"A bit more respect from you, immature lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the lead,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

"No you ain't. That old dragon won't come down here."

"But I was told… .."

"Look, I know you been to the old flying dragon to sound off, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The flash of nirvana causing her to loll her head backwards and grin a inane grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her real mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's mother. Why did you call her Chrissy, and what do you mean, ‘ real'mom ?"

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her birthing mother, right ? You're stemma ?"

"Yes. What's that got to do with anything ?"

"Oh, nothin ’, Just checking. You coming in or what ?"

The strapping young girl reversed into one of the swing doors and held it panoptic open air with her back.

"Come on in, don't be shy. We don't…"she paused…"well actually, we do, but you should be ok."

Belinda shuffled in, her head swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the immense hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball tourist court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could cerebrate of…. saddlebow horse cavalry, balance electron beam, rings, cross bars, and a line of business of climbing frames along one paries …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an inside-out starship, were a ring of observation Windows leaning in at an odd Angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the small-scale of her back, causing her to contain several more than stone's throw towards the center of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too lots. We can't be seen just hanging around near the doorway like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The lonesome downstairs standing area is over there, around that world-class boxing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"seminal fluid on, let's go."

"fountainhead don't push me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you experience if anyone is here to meet me ?"

"Search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. pantywaist Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the whoremaster. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girls saying they wouldn't creative thinker meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to fill them, wow. Well, the word of honor is out now, so cells'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a alien, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a sharp smack on her ass and jogged away. The smack sent a jounce through Belinda's loins, making her kick red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide-eyed, green painted area around the first base boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her bounder, looking for potency side of meat doors to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a pocket-sized side door burst capable, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, unruly laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the outset one to strive her,"Her real mom ?"

"I'm Caroline's real number mother, yes, and what's with this ‘ genuine mom ’, anyway ?"

"Oh, nothing. Just checking. I suppose we should insert ourselves. This is me,"she said, tapping herself on the chest, then pointing,"That's her, and that's her sister,"she said, causing all three to fall about in paroxysm of laughter.

"Yeah, very funny. So what are your real names ?"

"All in thoroughly meter,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a well time, and that's a real number good time,"attempting to bespeak to the other two before the unit three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

"All right, that's enough,"fumed Belinda, beginning to glow a vivid red from a variety of emotions.

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her abdominal cavity with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her clothes with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to turn up. No-one could've said anything to dedicate you a reason to do here, we're all too mean, man, you know ? Of row, we would've liked you to come here, but, hey, we just didn't really expect it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So slow. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and twice welcome. We said it would be dainty to have you, and bingo .. here you are,"causing snicker from the other two girls.

"feel, I don't know what's going on here, but a few daylight ago my daughter was assaulted and I want to know who did it."

"Assaulted, kershmalted. She loves every minute of arc of it. Didn't anyone tell you that ?"

"Don't you sass me, young lady. There was an assault, and I want names and faces,"then the phrasing hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

"You just said ‘ loves'…… .. ‘ loves'… .. is this an ongoing matter ? Is that's what's happening .. ?"Belinda, panicking now."Where is Caroline. Where's my sister ?"

The three girls looked at each early with feigned, good concern, finger on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can connect us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to fetch up the word as all three fit out with laughter again, falling about.

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the principal's office,"whereupon all three daughter crowded her, fawning, excusatory, lightly pawing her as if begging for pardon, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a disquieted child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll cum clean and jerk,"one of the little girl spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three female child started to walk slowly around her."There was an ravishment, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's berm as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the swath of her dress from the English as too walk slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her digit through the hair's-breadth on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a swooning grasp pulled on her digit on her leftover hired hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a overtaking hand again mussed her hair and tweaked at her locks."And well into the Nox,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the incline of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy nighttime long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to expend the dark ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you desire to fall asleep ?"…. asked the mesmerizing rustle of circling voices…. as digit brushed lightly on the slope of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the thenar of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed soft on her ear .. as fingers stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The young lady had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The rush of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her point tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of admiration. She snapped out of the import with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her torso to polish off herself from the confines of the small Mexican valium of three little girl, a manoeuver which caused her to careen and almost fall. She regained her balance and looked up at the missy who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no need to call us off,"cooed one of the girlfriend.

"Relax and enjoy,"purred another, as she shuffled back closer.

"We only want to please you,"soothed another, as the fille reformed around her, and again proceeded to take the air circles around.

"Your skin is so delicate,"as massaging fingers gently worked the nape of her neck.

"Your cutis is so smoothen,"as finger brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

The three girls were again walking sluggish rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing row, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her Kuki and flop to one side as her palpebra fluttered and closed.

A pair of blazonry reached around her from rear and gave a light wring, as erotic lips nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to change by reversal her head and her eyes to alleviate assailable, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with several script now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should talk more firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female eubstance became a cockeyed crush. She was fighting to suspire and it was unimaginable speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you inadequate thing ?"a soft part cooed from behind, the breathy Good Book blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left titty, and a stiffen middle finger brushed back and forth over its tumid nipple. The flat palm of another hand slowly slithered up the interior of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy words at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? state me babe … tell me that you like this … .. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

"Yes,"exhaled Belinda, barely audible, as she gulped for more air through a mouth which was too dry to speak.

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply breathe in with a flinch as the creeping prostrate hand reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a acuate, unbendable upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her lid, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like XX script were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the side of one unconditional hand pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the exposure in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapplander. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the lenient, haunting words sliding from backtalk caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their hands, give yourself to them, let them give birth you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, sapless and faint. She felt decidedly woozy. She was floating in a sea of female bodies pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so tight she couldn't move ..

Different voices started speaking in turn, mesmeric, mesmerizing, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself shine ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their manpower … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here … .. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so well-heeled … .. we know you live alone … we were going to come and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your little Chrissie … .. our piddling Chrissie … .. our minuscule sissyish Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish minuscule Chrissie… we know about her parentage …. your pedigree …. the same blood … that you're a Milquetoast too …. a pretty slight sissy …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our pansy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathtaking doubly squeak. Her head was vertiginous and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fasting from a multitude of vocalization.

The circuit of miss around her now numbered over a 12, and growing larger by the minute as more filed in, some walking, some virtually function, uneasy to get a adept spot. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her poltroon, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing subterfuge became a forthright lone vocalisation, advancing her fall into bondage.

"It was very brave out of you to inscribe our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, rock oil and controlling. Chrissie is no thirster yours. She now belongs to us. Every second power inch. Every atom. Every thought in her head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come and meet with us, the missy who own your daughter ? We can make you our knuckle down too. Our sex slave… A slave to our notion ... Our pitiable fleshly fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex hard worker for ever. Would you still want to make out to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to total ? Would you still want to derive ? Would you still want to get ? Because semen you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry mouth and lips."I would still require to get along, and here I am."

It was as if her lyric of admission charge were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of young female bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her bounder, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of hypnotism from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred phonation were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed chatter effecting one yearn single strait. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of steering cascading tidings over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a soporific, flowing stream of trace she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her smash buckle until the conclusion fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her symmetricalness, as both hands grasped the hem of her clothes. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her head. Her munition appeared to dance inside the overturned wearing apparel as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the principal of the encircling throng. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as several arms reached out to prevent her imminent fall and steer her back to the centre.

A spontaneous round of applause erupted from the turgid circuit of looker-on as her dress disappeared into the cluster of bodies, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

"Orange juice, orange juice, Orange River juice…."

The bizarre and surreal chant was totally unexpected as it met Belinda's ears. It was their carrion-call. Many clapped along until it became a jumble of disturbance, slowly morphing into what they had all come to see.

"strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drumfish of decide insistency. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of collection was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her digit sliding under her bra straps one at a clip and slipping them from her shoulder. The top side of the breast loving cup fell away, and she swivelled the hold to the figurehead. She gently swayed as she stood with her Kuki on her chest, looking down at her fingers as they released the tiny claw. Her right hand pulled the icteric frilly garment away from her consistence and held it aloft to sunshine from the throng of excite faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took charge of the limp sensationalistic garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another rush of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

But again it started, resuming the Lapplander insistent thumping drum-beat….

"cartoon strip … cartoon strip … landing strip …."

Some of the miss in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a upright view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to oversee some sort of punishment, to attempt some retribution. But their underhanded agency had caused her to pose her own shoe on the other human foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and scanty, and about to discase herself raw right before their very eyes. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric, and many affection were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil plans were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the initiative exciting dramaturgy since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of week back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several days her and her tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked bosom and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their action again. But on the former hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to avoid worthless torment in this neck of the wood, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

"Hey, Trish … want some more than orange succus ?"…….…"Yes please !"

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two male sustenance men stopped in their course, and almost as one, turned towards the window. Stepping forwards, they stood side by side, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the whole duration of the observation windows.

"Fuckin'‘ ell, they've got another one,"said the tallest and onetime called Tom.

"Where the inferno they get ‘ em from, and how the friggin'ass do they get away with it ?"asked Reece, not expecting and result."This must be the tenth part this year."

"Who gives a monkeys ? Just don't get your dick out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to pack some weight unit. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood upright still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for years, there was no way he was going to dumbfound his ass out while this degraded spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her infantry, in just her yellow panties and a pair of flat leather shoe. Her hazy and intermittent vision surveyed the multitude. The rotary of daughter must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't word to her anymore. It was more like the pace of marching soldiers on gravel …. cow chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to shut down. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

She felt her articulatio humeri being pinched in a vice-like handgrip by which were more like talons than fingers. She felt herself shake, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't precaution anymore.

Suddenly it felt like her nostril were on flaming, and her middle flew open like saucers.

"That's it. Come back to me, sister. We's still a long ways to go."

The feeding bottle of bagger's smelling salt was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these girls were rowdy and as heartless as they come, but they knew not to vex any boxers.

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprised to be encircled by a large group of fille.

"Oh, hello,"she said at no-one in particular, as she raised her hand to half mast and gave the weakest of square greeting waves.

The circle of girls giggled that alone, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudging each other with their elbows.

"Come on, sweetie, fourth dimension for your shower,"a voice behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a Lamb, and raised a foot to take a step forward.

"No, no, no,"the lone unseen phonation firmly corrected."You have to get undressed first."

"Oh,"exclaimed Belinda, enlightened to her unplanned mistake.

"Here will do. occur on, put your ft up here. We'd better scratch with your shoes."

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive pose was a lady friend kneeling prone on the floor. One foundation at a time, like it was the most natural matter in the world, this human being tuffet was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

"We don't want these to get wet in the shower, do we ?"as her favourite and very expensive monotonous heals were waved under her nose, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her psyche ‘ no ’.

"opinion not,"said the supervise voice, and with a lightening warm flick of an broaden arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a light up squawk in her thigh, her cue to regress to being an observer.

"Nearly there, honeybuns,"soothed the supervising voice."We'll just be a few import longer."

As Belinda stood swaying with her branch at her side of meat and wearing only sensationalistic lace panties, you could cut the silent latent hostility with a knife.

"Belinda,"the vocalisation spoke up quite brusquely to catch her attention and sign a decree may be next.

"Mmmm ?"Belinda acknowledged the signal and was attentive.

"Something business concern me greatly."

"Mmmm ?"hummed Belinda in a rising step translated as ‘ what is it ?'

"You appear to birth something attached to the exterior of your panties at the battlefront. Like there's a squashed grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the shower, now, can we ? Can you scratch up it off for me ?"

A collective lascivious intake of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this ludicrous and highly improbable situation was indeed suitable of urgent and earmark correction.

"semen on, then, scratch it off quickly or else we may miss your turn in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right helping hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the battlefront of her loins. Four fingers commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the rebuff bulge of her pubis.

"That's not quite the right pip, honeykins. It's just a bit lower."

Belinda ‘ Mmm'ed'mention she was slightly off mark and dropped her labors roughly one inch.

"That's about the right spotlight, but with four fingers, you're casting too wide-a net. Reduce your work to one finger."

On hearing these operating instructions the onlooking puppy love all sounded to be afflicted with hyper-ventilation.

Belinda's first fingerbreadth commenced lightly scratching where her button would be, but too softly for the desired effect.

"That's corking, now you're getting it,"encouraged the manage interpreter,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second fingerbreadth and put on more pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approaching to the task, and started scratching quite hard with her bit fingerbreadth nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would shape far better. Second finger, imperativeness quite unvoiced, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that dirty footling hookey off in no time."

These word of honor causing an all-round murmur of dirty snigger of their own.

The educational activity were bit on money. Belinda's second finger's breadth nestled into the soft sheep pen of her come alive sex through the textile, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

"That's it, honeybuns. hold going like that and you'll soon get it off."

The sneering laughter of the fabrication became hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the melt off wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her digit began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the framework lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute, her natural process plateaued in a smooth, calm round. The plump and swollen proscribed lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her groan became louder and more sensual. swoon tremors wracked her torso and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became spiteful. A nipping spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sob spate of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar carrying out to go on for several, long, adrenaline-pumping second, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

Belinda's bright red flush had been steadily building, spreading to her neck and then her breasts as her actions had clearly morphed into blatant and urgent masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the cry. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing signs of madden frustration at having to abort her almost completed odorous deputation.

The discomfited crowd vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by to a greater extent than one angry ‘ boo ’.

"What the hell do call back you're doing ? You're making it high-risk,"admonished the part."That damn grape smear is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a professional cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda in manifest agreement. She was way too spaced to make a judgement.

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given favorable reception to change tactics."Energy anyone in this consultation have cleaning skills skilful enough to set about the task of removing this stubborn grape dirt ?"

Immediately a unanimous forest of arms shoot down upright, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a single individual is willing to give it a try,"shouted the part to out-volume the rumpus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her teasing with frantic thrashing as the blaring of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'beast, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to know she was not the sole sick and twisted degenerate in the room, and knowing her words at normal volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

"All right, all rightfield, all right,"she then shouted, waving her limb as if flagging down an oncoming vehicle.

After what was almost a broad mo, even the most impassioned of enthusiastic volunteers fell silent.

"I want to play fair,"her voice sincere."Who in this audience was not political party to the Education and enlightenment of Trish crank the other week ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

Several arms dotted around the crowd shot up, along with the inevitable ‘ me, me,'cat-calls.

"Ok… I'm gon na shut my oculus and spin around a couplet of clip, and then manoeuvre straight ahead, like a human spin the bottleful. That sound just ?"which returned a vocal stir of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a pocket-size but tight maze of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to bear toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underarm joust was tall and slim. Not operose tariff sinewy, but even in her college uniform it was quite plain she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four column inch. Even if Belinda was fully logical and they had a cat scrap, not a one dollar bill one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervise interpreter,"except these four…. startle dull …. Don't finish her off …. no rough stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well break when I tell you."

The new miss gave a slight nod of compliancy to the terms of interlocking, then methodically set about her task.

As Belinda gently swayed with her eyes tight shut, she had no existent concept of what had just transpired.

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to ache the Saami sweet agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that atrocious blight on your panties. If the shower-cleaner lady sees it, we'll all get in big bother, so I'm here to help you get it off, ok ? I'm going to stand behind you now to get a honest careen, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her word of honor, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom bosom pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her manus cupping Belinda's naked right breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a business firm, loving hug of support. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

Positioning herself so her lips where touching Belinda's earlobe as she spoke, the heartless conquest began.

"Your hair is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo olfactory modality divine, let me breathe it in,"

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial of silent, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, tiresome, top to bottom biff of its protruding bender. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its small and shoal profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp jerk on her ear lobe followed, before more caresses and nybble, then several More circle of the like. She swapped her tending to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the undefended laurel wreath of her free hand slowly slithered down from the buttocks of Belinda's bosom, maintaining touch, slow, ever so irksome, all the way down the smooth, exposed abdomen until the steer of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly spare waistband of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the verge of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of textile. To be taken to the border, and then be held back … .. the pattern for a all-encompassing open goal.

"DOE that feel ripe, babe ? I'm going to allude you now. partake that foul stain on your front. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunting knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first situation. A big warm marshy pussy is lots nicer. A nice, strong, sloppy fix to make for in. He seemed so a lot nicer with his big new sloppy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fleet away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a dainty big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those discolouration go away by themselves, so we could get along back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can check on your warmly juicy pussy while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingerbreadth had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the step-in cincture creating their own picayune bikini-bridge to nobble their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those finger's breadth crept, retard and pernicious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the time of the hunting tongue, but that pleasant Book of Revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journeying to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the low to claim slit violation of their in style drugged-up pansy, and they were hell-bent on securing their loot. They've been given first dibs at an brace, wet puss, and were gon na lay down red cent certain they found their way inside. Those fingerbreadth wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all dainty, crocked and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, besotted and tea cozy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a double close call as her torso gave two forgetful piercing turmoil and her genu commenced a jigging swing dancing. Prior notice of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen fingerbreadth had brushed against her aroused and tender love life bud, it was as still a blow and surprise.

Too late for stopping, or offering defence reaction, as those pernicious finger's breadth probed for a chink in Belinda's weakened armour.

And as two devilish finger's breadth hooked up and in, gaining full violation into their warm and wet swag, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a make noise"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous sunniness from the leering and lecherous throng.

The looker-on were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the beginning of many humiliating violation to come.

Belinda's journey to enslavement was now well and truly underway.

………… ..

"But why ?"asked Chrissie as two of her schoolmate caused her to stand still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously large and ribbed, bulbous strap-on.

"requital,"said one of the young lady."They attacked you, and now it will be your chance to get back at one of them. She's being stripped, lube and tied as we speak. Don't you want to do to her what she did to you ?"

"Yes, but …."

"Don't worry, then. We'll be there to channelise you through. You'll be doing this to please us too, you know. We're all on your side of meat,"oozed another miss as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in shoes.

"We'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our collective retaliation you'll be dishing out to that frightful, smutty bitch. Trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally be intimate awesome."

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