A slow-burn teasing about a naïve woman who goes to confront her daughter's bullies.

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a handful of participant are referred to by name. Even fewer are physically described.

The sustainment men look like care men.

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

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

The ‘ lady friend'are boisterous Edward Young womanhood straight out of an American ( Pie ) laugher. 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 choice of words seemed odd, and slightly confusing, and she didn't want to make a mistake…

MS learner WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. schooltime PRINCIPLAL AND STUDENT VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Same female vox, as the hired man on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in nominal head of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly large sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this dame did not know who her visitant was. After what seemed like an timelessness of awkward silence, the voice raised her gaze.

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

"My daughter 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 potential, yet uncorroborated conclusion ?"

"From the way she talks on the sound. 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 term time 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 attentiveness to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. fountainhead, I accept you may consume perceived anomalies in her attitude and speech form which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a particular intellect for such variety. However, if your phraseology is taken at face economic value, you have no grounds of what the said grounds may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone stratum which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational demeanor. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of same, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

Belinda rolled her oculus before speaking. This cleaning lady was really something.

"I have evidence. My paternal instinct. That's my evidence."

"Very scientific, I'm sure as shooting. 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. theatrical role of our education deputation is to cultivate an understanding of the real cosmos. We can't all be Bill Bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school day is to strive to be your sound, but also to accept your post in the pecking order of liveliness. Do you understand ?"

"But what's that got to do with my charge that my daughter is being bullied ?"

"So you wish to promote your impartation of concern to the status of ill ?"

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

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

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

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our fine repute to uphold. We haven't become the most prestigious female child'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 kind of harassment."

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the workings of this school day and how we prepare our scholarly person for the rattling macrocosm. I feel a short demonstration is in order…. Come with me… .."

Annoyed, but accepting the rescript, Belinda found herself following the principal into a schoolroom full of female person educatee who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to devote our unexpected visitant a petty demonstration. You'll have to indulge us for a inadequate while."

The verbiage to the teacher made it clear that membership was being pulled, and no choice being given.

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

"Who in this room is 18 eld old ?"she asked, and a timberland of weapon system 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 stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very obnubilate and intrigued Belinda counted three arms in the air. The star pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the floor just beside her. The miss hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chairwoman pegleg and scurried to the front of class.

"Now for your enlightenment of how affair work around here,"she said at Belinda, and then, turning to the young lady who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the guild,"airstrip ”.

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

"Strip,"the dealer repeated her barque."Blouse and parry off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The girl was still shaking her question with a face of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her fellow schoolmate, looking to check this wasn't some kind of set-up buffoonery, before turning back to the principle and stating in no uncertain terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the dealer said droning flatly, and the girl instantly complied, obviously relieved this dreamlike sequence had now concluded.

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

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

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

The girl looked at the floor.

"landing strip, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the instructor's desk, then drop your skirt round your ankles. Come on, hurry up. All your classmates are waiting."

It was at this decimal point that Belinda decided she must intervene."The girl'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 classmate. Then, when they start chanting ‘ flight strip - strip - strip ’, you will remove every stitch of vesture which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

The young lady's articulatio humeri drooped, and her promontory dipped in resignation.

"But……"Belinda again started, and the dealer immediately showed her the thenar of her hand, which brought her into full-of-the-moon silence.

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

With that, the missy shuffled around and stood on the teacher's chair, then stepped up onto the mesa, and set herself facing her classmates.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal then immediately ordered the hapless lady friend back to her desk, and with two sharp blast of her hired hand, told the course of study to sum up as they were and get on with their cogitation. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the vestibule before she walked out of the front door.

"Come back to my government agency,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some things we ought to discourse ”.

Belinda gave a huge audible sigh, and turned away from the threshold to face the principal.

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

Despite the shock and bewilderment of the Holocene epoch spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep hint and exhale, preparing to come, mindful of her own business organization as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their various chairs, and the federal agency door closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one fille to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to hold the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking fiat of life… .. As for the other girl …. 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…. instruct lessons and to demonstrate the ripe way and wrong way. Of course, some missy are intemperately to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as cushy leather. And it's been proven these factor are passed through the coevals. demand your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no yobo here. Just A ones, A 2, B unity and B two. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A one. It is not only the instructor who teach. The girls help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a deterrent example. It's partly your faulting. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your flaw, because you can not be held creditworthy for deliberately passing on your low grade genes. It's that simpleton. Maybe someone has given your girl an extra-curricular bare reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

"I don't understand. There is zero wrong with my genes,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

"fountainhead it's been patently obviously to me from the very second you walked into my office they are of B two stock, and maybe of late individual has felt it their duty to prompt your daughter of this, and to try a great deal harder in class."

"B two stock ? Are you saying what I think you're saying, and calling me pudding head ?"

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

"But I've just driven lx land mile to be here in person to complain about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that self-assertive enough ?"

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

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

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

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

"That's right. arrive at yourself comfortable. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your behaviour ?"

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second female child 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 give up my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, tread into the breach and airstrip instead ….take her shoes …. get her off the hooking ?"

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to lead her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole physical exercise could've been a examination … a challenge …. not for the missy, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to clean 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 return you a choice…. strip show just for me, now…. Or a little later, in front of a whole bunch of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slue open a drawer and fished out a couple of handcuffs, before dropping them with a flashy thump 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 stern. Few people have actually seen the genuine McCoy heavy duty, shiny chrome, prison manacle up close, and it usually comes as a jolt. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your girl's wrists as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the school buildings. It was just by sheer opportunity that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very offensive incidents in the past, it is pretty much a no-go zone for faculty. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankle, and surrounded by several jeering classmate taking pictures. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with police action, made them give her the manacle key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the executive program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the public toilet, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at length the succeeding 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 panties to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the gaolbreak I guess."

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

"It was on a pauperization to have it off foundation, and a great deal is a 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 Son 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 unity. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true display case or not. There is no way your daughter will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teaching and, daring I say it, moulding, she has been depicted object to this final respective years. It was one simple lapse of judgement on her section, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"excuse me ”, apologises the head ) it will happen again."

"But I demand something be done. This was assault… and by the speech sound of it, sexual violation ….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 pictures still has evidence."

"Unfortunately those pictures seem to give gone astray. The supervisory program swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must feature fallen from her pocket when she became involved in some animated action. And as for being an eye spectator, well, it would be her password against those of several others."

"fountainhead, 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 mortal may be held accountable.

"I suppose …… if you want to be satisfied, you could converge with the little girl creditworthy and take it from there."

"I would have intercourse to meet the cunt responsible, and totally render them a while of my mind."

"I doubt very a great deal they would appreciate being referred to as bitches to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explicate themselves and offer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motivations for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective attrition 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 if I talked with the supervisory program who is familiar with the matter, and knows the little girl involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure they understand your need to know them. What better way than if you were all in the same room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the time of day. Can you flow around here for a while ?"

"tinker's damn right I can."

"fountainhead, I'm not sure exactly how many female child were involved, but I'm sure the gym is unfreeze today. There are all the common bit and piece of music of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough way to tack all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

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

"Oh, by the phone of things, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the hr. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some girl who weren't involved in the master copy incident to find the legal proceeding. There should be plenty elbow room to compact you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate punishment, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness admonition delivered in a different style and in a dissimilar way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their secular understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

"I don't aid who else is there, so long as all those horrible little girl who violated my girl are."

"Excellent…. wellspring then, before I arrange for readiness to be made in the gym and forgather all the miss, I'll escort you to the Tea way. It's much more prosperous there, with waiting room and tea and coffee and a boob tube. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a public toilet if you feel a need to freshen up 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 match of corridors and eventually ended up outside a brown wooden door….

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

And as Belinda entered to begin her wait, she noticed underneath the Tea Room signal there were dull scoring in the wood-stain where the old classroom bit used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a suspension cup from a draw, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a timpani."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her alternative. She poured a small total of orange juice into a field glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet refreshen taste sensation. She filled up the crank and looked around. Her regard located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to make as they should. A minor quite a little of magazines adorned the cardinal chocolate board, so she rifled through to see what was on fling. nigh were tired commercial cleaning lady's cartridge, but one particular booklet caught her care ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic picture of a buxom female athlete in skin tight spandex on the movement top, and entitled,"Henry Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to read the text under the accompanying exposure of nubile female jock, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of poses. But she couldn't supporter but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in tot, as she took casual sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretching and loving it'……… ‘ Help me push voiceless'…… ‘ 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 four-in-hand wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to come too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at to the lowest degree'

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

Without realising it, the provocative affectedness and the implicative wording had made Belinda heyday with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how ablaze she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knees for a moment to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the magnanimous feeling. .. Page 43 and 44 with its dual page spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the aspect on the girlfriend's expression as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That cheek. That looking at. It drew her eyes like a magnet. indisputable, her wide spread legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet natator. But it was the flavour on her human face, her contorted grammatical construction. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, satisfaction and unmitigated threat. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a whisper as she leaned back into the princely lounge."Lucky gripe. I wish somebody would make me experience like that,"as asinine fingers pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright and re-opened Page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial manifestation in her mastermind, but couldn't help but lease in the integral scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her eyes wandered over the whole two page double-spread. The bikini clad sister in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle configuration with her chin on her chest staring at the camera. The look of terror on her face 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 bring down pad. It appeared to be a large round of golf trampoline surrounded by various, maybe 12, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arm outstretched with their laurel wreath facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to bewitch the falling girl and stop up a safe landing place. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely give been doomed to go wrong. Then on unaired inspection, the faces of the simply 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an grammatical construction of pure evil and contempt…. their offering of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to break and exuberate in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an element of euphoria and screen faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's spunk thumped in her pectus, and the aching in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a sexual relationship since her married man had died, but why had this vision of a mixture of perfidy, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying text caused her condition ? It was a question she couldn't answer. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, wrick hands, and she just can't give up 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. Will you leap ? make yourself to them ? Let them get their handwriting on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your probability to call for that leap into dark and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on fling and they will eagerly to snaffle you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them bring whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural intermixture of visual sense and lyric stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so acute they had made her deprivation to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingers were pushing down hard at her crotch through the distorted overlayer fold of her dress…

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"knocking, knock ”.

Belinda took in a astute, startled intake of hint and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the coffee table.

The door opened and a favorable face appeared, and a cheery voice asked if she was ready to go.

Belinda sprang to her substructure and her palms hurriedly straightened the front line of her dress ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim young missy said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't brain but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first time I've gotten away from my desk this last couplet of 60 minutes. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full nursing bottle of orangeness juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long consequence, then apparently having a variety of mind, returned it to its property. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a to the full glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the glass in the sink. Belinda too finished the leftover of her juice and lay her glass in the sinkhole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pile of magazines on the deep brown tabular array, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

"I'm amercement,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the threshold of using the restroom for several bit of self-recreation when this annoying Trish miss turned up and ruined her design.

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

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

"Oh, you'll love it in the new gym, rely me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful nudge with her elbow joint."Some of the young woman are in there now, having a workout."

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

"fountainhead, normally on Friday it would be, but one of the pupil's teams has a big equal this weekend, and they're getting in some excess practice. Do you like wrestling ?"

"grapple ?"exclaimed Belinda in amazement."They have a girls wrestling team ?"

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag team match, sometimes they get carried away and if the referee isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar way free-for-all where anything goes. It can really get the audience fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her words trailed away.

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

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The future corridor was long with a shiny Green River linoleum floor and dozens of lockers along one side. Muffled sounds of grunts 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 surprise."I'm for certain you can feel your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her dog 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 instruction of the audio of fierce activity."This had better not botch the confluence"she said to herself.

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The threshold to the gym were double-swing saloon style, large and across-the-board, with a satisfying ice panel in the top of each.

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

"Goodness,"she said to herself"this place is huge. And that drowsy cow had said she'd be making arrangements to fit us all in … How many was she expecting ? The feeding of the five thousand ?"

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"Can I help you ?"The barytone, almost manly vocalization from a strapping, tall 18 year old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't supporter noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her skin mean spandex soundbox suit.

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

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

"A bit more esteem from you, youthful lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the principal,"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 dragon to kvetch, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The flash of enlightenment causing her to arse around her head backwards and grin a vacuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her tangible mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping young missy reversed into one of the swing room access and held it wide spread 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 vast hall. There were two fisticuffs rings, a basketball game lawcourt, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic appurtenance you could mean of…. pommel horses, balance beams, tintinnabulation, cross bars, and a line of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And budget items, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a gang of observation window leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand energy firmly against the small of her back, causing her to take various Sir Thomas More steps towards the nitty-gritty of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girlfriend gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too much. We can't be seen just hanging around near the door like that. Not allowed, not now we got the notice deck. The entirely downstairs standing surface area is over there, around that first pugilism ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"seed on, let's go."

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

"hunting me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingerbreadth in her oral fissure and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some care,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the trick. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the little girl saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the word 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 stranger, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a keen smack on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's loins, making her bloom red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the full, honey oil painted domain around the low gear boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her hound, looking for electric potential side of meat room access to this tremendous foyer, and looking for sign of the zodiac of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small slope door burst heart-to-heart, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each early and emitting form, robustious laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the world-class one to reach her,"Her real mom ?"

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

"Oh, aught. Just checking. I suppose we should stick in ourselves. This is me,"she said, tapping herself on the dresser, then pointing,"That's her, and that's her Sister,"she said, causing all three to fall about in fits of laughter.

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

"All in near time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the thorax,"and that's a just time, and that's a real unspoiled time,"attempting to guide to the former two before the whole three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

"All right, that's enough,"fumed Belinda, beginning to radiate a bright red from a mixture of emotions.

One of the female child staggered forward, holding her abdomen with one mitt, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her dress with the other, almost for support.

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

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and doubled welcome. We said it would be Nice to have you, and bingo .. here you are,"causing snigger from the early two girls.

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

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

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

"You just said ‘ loves'…… .. ‘ loves'… .. is this an on-going thing ? Is that's what's happening .. ?"Belinda, panicking now."Where is Caroline. Where's my baby ?"

The three girlfriend looked at each other with feigned, serious concern, finger's breadth on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the Word as all three fusillade out with laugh again, falling about.

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the principal's role,"whereupon all three girls crowded her, fawning, apologetic, lightly pawing her as if mendicancy for forgiveness, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a distressed child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll do clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the chorus line of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three female child started to walk slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her dress from the side as too walked slowly round and around."A lengthy sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her digit through the hair on the cover of Belinda's cervix as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light source compass pulled on her fingerbreadth on her go away hired man as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a pass deal again mussed her hair and tweaked at her ringlet."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the incline of her cervix."And all Nox long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to spend the night ?"“ Do you need to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you need to fall asleep ?"…."Do you require to diminish asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the medal of her hand… as tender warm backtalk brushed soft on her ear .. as digit stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The girls had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her oral sex sloshing back and forth.

The charge of epinephrin from Belinda's panic about Caroline's benefit was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, inebriate, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive succour, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her oculus with her head tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of grasp. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to slay herself from the confines of the humble circle of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to swag and almost fall. She regained her balance and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much marvellous than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

"We only want to please you,"soothed another, as the young woman reformed around her, and again proceeded to walk lap around.

"Your pelt is so easy,"as massaging fingers gently worked the scruff of her neck.

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

The three girls were again walking slow rotation, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing word, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and flop to one side as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A span of arms reached around her from stern and gave a light wring, as erotic lips nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant champion caused Belinda to turn her head and her heart to comfort open, and saw she was now in the companionship of five lady friend, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her whisker, 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 speak Sir Thomas More firmly, to a greater extent sternly, but her lip was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the forget me drug of female body became a tight crunch. She was fighting to breathe and it was out of the question speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you piteous affair ?"a sonant vocalisation cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a paw gently cupped her left bosom, and a constrain middle finger brushed back and forth over its erect nipple. The monotonous palm tree of another hired hand slowly slithered up the inside 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 ? Tell me baby … 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 back talk which was too dry to speak.

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply inhale with a flinch as the creeping directly bridge player reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a crisp, firm upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected shock. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like twenty deal were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the slope of one flat hand pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the delineation in our book of account, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapp. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting password sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the give-and-take too, huh ? …. ‘ tumble into their script, give way yourself to them, let them have you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really need ?"

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

Different voices started speaking in turn, mesmeric, hypnotic, haunting, the phrase overlapping.

"Let yourself settle ……. declination into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their hands … .. 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 easy … .. 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 niggling Chrissie … .. our little Chrissie … .. our little sissified Chrissie ……. our moderately sissy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our submissive niggling Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood …. the Saame blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you desire to be our pansy ? …. do you desire to be our pantywaist ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a imperfect and breathless dual squeak. Her school principal was silly and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a the great unwashed of voices.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing larger by the minute as Thomas More filed in, some walking, some virtually extend, anxious to get a in effect position. 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 voice, advancing her fall into bondage.

"It was very brave of you to move into our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every square toes inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her top dog. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to make out and meet with us, the daughter who own your daughter ? We can make you our knuckle down too. Our sex slave… A striver to our caprice ... Our piteous fleshly fun. We could own you and disgrace you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex striver for ever. Would you still want to get along to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to descend ? Would you still want to follow ? Would you still want to come ? Because semen you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry mouth and mouth."I would still want to follow, and here I am."

It was as if her words of entrance money were a cue, and the present moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of young female bodies seemed to freewheel away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner band had removed their financial support. As she rocked on her dog, feeling faint, feeling she may pass out, words reached her ear. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling undulation of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred vocalization were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, subdued chattering effecting one recollective single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of counseling cascading Word of God over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a mesmeric, flowing flow of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger's breadth fiddled with her belt buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both paw grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her straits. Her arms appeared to dance inside the upset clothes as it floated on-high above her berm. With the garment now set spare, she waved it around like a hoopla pin, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The action caused her to lurch backwards, as various weaponry reached out to prevent her impendent fall and direct her dorsum to the centre.

A spontaneous round of applause erupted from the large circle of onlookers as her dress disappeared into the bunch of bodies, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

The bizarre and surreal chant was totally unexpected as it met Belinda's capitulum. It was their carrion-call. Many clapped along until it became a jumble of randomness, 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 drum of find out insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and throw state, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulder. The spinning top of the breast cups fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the social movement. She gently swayed as she stood with her Kuki on her chest, looking down at her fingers as they released the tiny hooks. Her rightfield script pulled the jaundiced frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling spate and took commission of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of forefront, causing another surge of sunshine which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"funnies … cartoon strip … airstrip …."

Some of the little girl in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a better view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd semen here to sound off, to supervise some kind of punishment, to seek some retribution. But their underhand ways had caused her to locate her own shoe on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and panty, and about to reave herself naked right before their very optic. The atm of anticipation was galvanizing, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil plans were coming together and stage one was on the domicile run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken fear of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several days her and her legal tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked white meat and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activity again. But on the former hand, she was a B two, so anything was potential. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to keep off despicable torment in this neck opening of the woods, and the Holy Writ ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

"Where the hell they get ‘ em from, and how the friggin'nooky do they get away with it ?"asked Reece, not expecting and answer."This must be the one-tenth this year."

"Who gives a rascal ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his rachis and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to take some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to check. Reece remained stood just still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for year, there was no way he was going to stick his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unfirm on her feet, in just her chickenhearted panties and a pair of flat leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The circle of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the footfall of marching soldiers on gravel …. micro chip …chip … chip….

Her palpebra were as backbreaking as lead, and she allowed them to fold. I haven't the speciality, she conceded. I can't competitiveness this anymore. She stood in iniquity and swayed.

She felt her berm being pinched in a vice-like adhesive friction by which were more like talons than finger. She felt herself shake, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't care anymore.

Suddenly it felt like her nostrils were on fire, and her eyes flew spread out like saucers.

"That's it. do back to me, babe. We's still a recollective room to go."

The nursing bottle of boxer's smelling table salt was immediately replaced in its'allotted daub. All these missy were bullies 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 girls.

"Oh, howdy,"she said at no-one in particular proposition, as she raised her paw to half mast and gave the weak of square greeting waves.

The band of daughter giggled that unique, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly poke at each early with their elbows.

"come on, sweetie, time for your shower,"a phonation behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a lamb, and raised a foundation to rent a step forward.

"No, no, no,"the lone unseen voice firmly corrected."You have to get peel first."

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

"Here will do. Come on, put your foot up here. We'd better get-go with your shoes."

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive affectedness was a girl kneeling prone on the floor. One foot at a time, like it was the most born affair in the human beings, this homo footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"view not,"said the supervise voice, and with a lightening quick flick of an unfold arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her weapons system at her sides and wearing only jaundiced lace panties, you could cut the soundless tension with a knife.

"Belinda,"the interpreter spoke up quite brusquely to grab her aid and signal a decree may be next.

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

"Something business organisation me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the outside of your panties at the front. Like there's a squashed grapevine stuck there or something. We can't have contaminant in the exhibitor, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

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

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

"seed on, then, rub it off quickly or else we may miss your play in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to exert her balance, Belinda's right hand moved the poor journeying from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her loins. Four fingers commenced scratching at the textile which covered the slight prominence of her pubis.

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

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

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

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

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

"That's great, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervise representative,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your instant finger and apply more than pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach to the task, and started scratching quite hard with her second finger nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would work far better. Second fingerbreadth, pressing quite laborious, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that colly fiddling hookey off in no time."

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

The book of instructions were dapple on money. Belinda's endorse finger nestled into the flaccid folds of her randy sex through the textile, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with role.

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

The sneering laugh of the fabrication became razzing of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her job. Her slowly see-sawing fingerbreadth was working the slender wet chicken cloth deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to go away, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute, her actions plateaued in a smooth, firm speech rhythm. The plump and swollen proscribed back talk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her moans became louder and more animal. Faint tremor wracked her torso and her wooden leg twitched a knee-buckling dancing. The cat-calls from the crowd became spiteful. A barbed spurring, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing raft of self-inflicted orgasmic chagrin. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to stay on for various, farsighted, adrenaline-pumping minute, then bam, abruptly called proceeding to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the outcry. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing augury of half-crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed unfermented mission.

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

"What the Inferno do think you're doing ? You're making it unfit,"admonished the voice."That damn grapeshot stain is smeared all over the post now. Maybe we should get a pro cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to commute manoeuvre."Does anyone in this hearing have cleaning skills proficient enough to try the project of removing this stubborn grape stain ?"

Immediately a unit timber of arms changeable upright, accompanied by strident hue and cry of me me me.

"It seems not a one individual is willing to apply it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her tease with frantic licking as the blaring of hue and cry rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to sleep with she was not the solitary sick and sophisticate deviant in the way, and knowing her words at normal volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a full min, even the most ardent of enthusiastic military volunteer fell silent.

"I want to dally fair,"her voice sincere."Who in this hearing was not company to the teaching and enlightenment of Trish methamphetamine the other workweek ? 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 close my eye and twisting around a couple of times, and then sharpen straight ahead, like a man twirl the bottle. That sound comely ?"which returned a vocal hustle of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but tight snarl of slightly resentful and very jealous cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded joust was grandiloquent and slim. Not lowering duty muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite ostensible she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four in. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a buck one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervising voice,"except these four…. starting time slow …. Don't finish her off …. no approximate stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well end when I tell you."

The new miss gave a flimsy nod of obligingness to the terms of booking, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing Christian Bible of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to bear the same afters agony. Her seduction would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her parole, 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 deal cupping Belinda's naked right breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a firm, loving hug of support. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

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

"Your tomentum is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo smells divine, let me breathe it in,"

Her lip latched onto Belinda's ear lobe, inflicting a series of mute, sucking tower, interspaced with tenacious, slow, top to bottom licks of its protruding curved shape. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its humble and shallow deepness. Gentle teeth-clamp towboat on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then several more rhythm of the same. She swapped her care to the opposition ear, and as she commenced its erotic tending, the unfastened decoration of her free hand slowly slithered down from the fundament of Belinda's breast, maintaining tangency, slack, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, exposed stomach until the tips of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly prune girdle of her step-in. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of climax, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of material. To be taken to the border, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a all-embracing open goal.

"DOE that experience good, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. advert that nasty 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 kickoff billet. A big warm baggy snatch is much nicer. A nice, warm, boggy hole to play in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly pass away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No motivation to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a squeamish big juicy puss. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those stains go away by themselves, so we could come 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 fond juicy pussy while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her finger's breadth had pressed into Belinda's mild abdominal cavity at the pantie cincture creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace girdle. Then down, down those fingers crept, tardily and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven pitcher's mound around the clip of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journeying to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the first to claim kitty violation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first dibs at an excited, wet puss, and were gon na make tinker's damn certainly they found their way inside. Those finger wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hr from now, tight and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a image squeak as her trunk gave two myopic sharp turmoil and her articulatio genus commenced a jigging jive terpsichore. Prior notice of arrival had duly been given, but when spiritual domain fingers had brushed against her aroused and tender love bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

Too late for stopping, or offering defending team, as those insidious digit probed for a chink in Belinda's weakened armour.

And as two devilish finger hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the fille triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a resonating"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous sunniness from the leering and lecherous throng.

The looker-on were rapt their dupe had been dragged through the inaugural of many humiliating violations 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 boastfully and ribbed, bulbous strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

"Don't headache, then. We'll be there to guide you through. You'll be doing this to please us too, you know. We're all on your slope,"oozed another girl as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in spot.

"We'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our collective revenge you'll be dishing out to that ugly, cruddy beef. Trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally have it off awesome."

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