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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The care men look like maintenance men.

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

Belinda is a 43 years old widow. Her forcible feature film are barely described. Imagine her as you wish.

The ‘ miss'are rumbustious young cleaning lady straight out of an American ( Pie ) hoyden. All are 18 or more.

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Belinda baulked and had to show the signboard twice before knocking on the stout wooden door.

The choice of words seemed odd, and slightly confusing, and she didn't want to arrive at a mistake…

MS prentice WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. schoolhouse PRINCIPLAL AND scholarly person VICE-PRINCIPAL

"seed"called a female person phonation from within, and Belinda entered, closing the door behind her.

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapplander female person voice, as the hired hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the abandon wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly large bed sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this madam did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of sticky secretiveness, the voice raised her gaze.

"Yes ?"she was tyrannical and curt,"How may I help oneself ?"

"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 possible, yet uncorroborated ending ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid regard to her salvia advice … no matter … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her attitude and speech design which have brought you to the finish there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your wording is taken at expression economic value, you have no grounds of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing internal secretion levels which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviour. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Lapp, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

Belinda rolled her eyes before speech production. This womanhood was really something.

"I have evidence. My maternal instincts. That's my evidence."

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

"Call me Belinda ”. Belinda interjected, mostly out of substance abuse, but immediately regretted the concession.

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no bullies here. piece of our education military mission is to cultivate an savvy of the real world. We can't all be measure logic gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to endeavor to be your best, but also to swallow your situation in the pecking rules of order of lifetime. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to bring up your impartation of concern 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 opinion ?"

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a duad of geezerhood ago in a terrible helicopter 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 nipper, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the working of this school and how we prepare our educatee for the tangible domain. I feel a minuscule monstrance is in order…. Come with me… .."

Annoyed, but accepting the decree, Belinda found herself following the head teacher into a schoolroom full of female schoolchild who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to pay our unexpected visitor a trivial demo. You'll have to spoil us for a short-circuit while."

The wording to the teacher made it illuminate that membership was being pulled, and no option being given.

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

"Who in this way is 18 old age old ?"she asked, and a forest of weaponry 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 munition momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very confused and intrigued Belinda counted three arms in the air. The principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the floor just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself unsloped with a scrapping of chairman legs and scurried to the battlefront of class.

"Now for your enlightenment of how things work around here,"she said at Belinda, and then, turning to the girl who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the order of magnitude,"landing strip ”.

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

"landing strip,"the dealer repeated her barque."Blouse and skirt off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The miss was still shaking her head with a feeling of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her buster classmates, looking to see to it this wasn't some kind of set-up caper, before turning back to the principle and stating in no unsealed price"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 surrealistic episode had now concluded.

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

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

"Strip."The principal sum repeated in a harsh bark worthy of a Mandrillus leucophaeus sergeant.

The daughter looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid female child. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your dame round your ankles. semen on, hurry up. All your schoolfellow are waiting."

It was at this power point that Belinda decided she must interpose."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 instructor's desk and stand facing your classmates. Then, when they start chanting ‘ strip - strip show - strip ’, you will slay every stitch of vesture which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

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

"But……"Belinda again started, and the head teacher immediately showed her the palm of her hand, which brought her into good silence.

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

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two needlelike claps of her manpower, told the social class to resume as they were and get on with their work. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front line door.

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

Belinda gave a Brobdingnagian hearable sigh, and turned away from the door to face the principal.

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

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

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

Both back in their respective chairs, and the office room access closed, the precept started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one female child to do something totally incompatible and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to withstand the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking lodge of life… .. As for the other 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 moral and to demonstrate the right way and wrong way. Of path, some lady friend are harder to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some mass have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as flexible as soft leather. And it's been proven these gene are passed through the generations. Take your girl, for representative. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A ones, A two, 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 ones. It is not only the teacher who teach. The girls help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe to a greater extent, have been teaching your girl a lesson. It's partly your fracture. You know that, right ?"

"Excuse me ? My daughter being bullied is my fault ? How the Scheol does that work ?"exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B lecture was getting a bit too intellectual for her liking, and then to be accused of her daughter 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 factor. It's that simple-minded. Maybe someone has given your daughter an extra-curricular crude reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

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

"Well 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 later somebody has felt it their responsibility to cue your daughter of this, and to try much harder in class."

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

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

"But I've just driven sixty land mile to be here in person to complain 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 lesson, right ? Oh, my good sweet pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

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

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

"That's right. crap yourself well-off. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your demeanor ?"

"My doings ? 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 minute girl strip. You saw her discomfort. Her quandary. Obey or not obey…… .. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to stop my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the breach and strip instead ….take her place …. get her off the hooking ?"

"I was thinking no such affair. The poor poor devil was about to stimulate a nervous breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to rent her berth ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet train. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the unit exercise could've been a examination … a challenge …. not for the young woman, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to rifle in her stead."

"I don't like you talking that way. I have no design 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 day, you are going to be totally bare-buck naked. Would you believe me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to give 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 insane,"stormed Belinda as she stood up to make her leave."You've lost the plot and need locking up."

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the school principal as she calmly slid open a drawer and fished out a twain of handcuffs, before dropping them with a cheap 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 seat. Few people have actually seen the real McCoy heavy obligation, shiny chrome, prison house manacle up close, and it usually comes as a shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only mistrust your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's radiocarpal joint 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 good deal of the school building. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisor found her. The executive program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty much a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her pantie around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisory program took some exposure of her own, threatened the missy with police military action, made them yield her the handcuff key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your girl was distraught, and although she told the supervisor 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 next 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 suspension I guess."

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

"It was on a pauperism to bonk groundwork, and a deal is a peck. She is acutely cognizant 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 need me here ?"

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

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the keeper of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true pillowcase or not. There is no way your girl will prove to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the instruction and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this last several years. It was one simple reverting of legal opinion on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, coughing,"Excuse me ”, apologises the school principal ) it will happen again."

"But I demand something be done. This was assault… and by the sounds of it, sexual Assault ….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 executive program who took some pictures still has evidence."

"Unfortunately those picture seem to get gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must sustain fallen from her pouch when she became involved in some animated bodily function. And as for being an eye viewer, well, it would be her Word of God against those of several others."

"wellspring, 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 and consider it from there."

"I would roll in the hay to meet the bitches creditworthy, and totally give them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would value being referred to as cunt to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of lawful pecking order. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to excuse themselves and volunteer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may own about the motivations 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 have it away who they all are."

"I'm certainly if I talked with the supervisory program who is fellow with the thing, and knows the miss involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one way. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm sure they understand your need to know them. What ripe way than if you were all in the like way together ? I believe it can be arranged within the 60 minutes. Can you hang around here for a while ?"

"darn right I can."

"Well, I'm not sure exactly how many girls were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the common chip and small-arm of equipment dotted around, but there should be adequate room to assemble all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

"trade good. I'm not having them restrain and molest my daughter and then walk away and guess it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound 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 hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some daughter who weren't involved in the pilot incident to observe the proceedings. There should be enough elbow room to contract you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and earmark punishment, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to see admonishment delivered in a different expressive style and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their temporal read comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for planning to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll escort you to the Tea room. It's much more well-situated there, with lounge and tea and coffee and a television. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. ejaculate … I'll take you there now…."

They wandered down a duo of corridors and eventually ended up outside a brownness wooden door….

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

And as Belinda entered to start her wait, she noticed underneath the Tea elbow room planetary house there were muffle grading in the wood-stain where the old classroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the modest fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a come-on, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her choice. She poured a small measure of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweetly refreshing taste. She filled up the chalk and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote control but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to turn over watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A small big bucks of magazines adorned the telephone exchange coffee board, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were stock commercial womanhood's magazine publisher, but one specific booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic picture of a stacked female athlete in skin closely spandex on the front line screen, and entitled,"sugariness and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to paginate one, and started to take the text under the accompanying scene of nubile female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of affectedness. But she couldn't assistance but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ full-of-the-moon reaching and loving it'……… ‘ assistance me drive strong'…… ‘ Are my pegleg gap wide enough ?'

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

‘ My coach wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to get too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative airs and the suggestive choice of words had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the brochure down on her articulatio genus for a moment to catch her breathing place, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to bump the photograph which had made the grownup stamp. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its dual page gap. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That boldness. That look. It drew her oculus like a magnet. surely, her full spread pegleg were facing the tv camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually gauze-like wet swimmers. But it was the feeling on her face, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, transport, satisfaction and unmitigated scourge. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the watchword barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."prosperous bitch. I wish somebody would take a shit me feel like that,"as unmindful digit pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her second joint and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright and re-opened pageboy 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't help but engage in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of actualisation as her centre wandered over the whole two page double-spread. The bikini clad baby in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle class with her chin on her thorax staring at the camera. The looking at of affright on her look probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite heights, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing place pad. It appeared to be a large round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe XII, bikini clad babes all of whom had their branch outstretched with their palm facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to enchant the falling girlfriend and ensure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those paw without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely birth been doomed to give way. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an expression of pure immorality and contempt…. their fling of being her Jesus was bogus… like they wanted her to go and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling young woman had an element of euphoria and blind trust in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's spirit thumped in her dresser, and the aching 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 vision of a potpourri of treachery, exhilaration and brat, combined with the accompanying text caused her precondition ? It was a dubiousness she couldn't resolution. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into iniquity, perverted hand, and she just can't stop 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 evenfall. She jumped. will you chute ? ease up yourself to them ? Let them get their helping hand on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your prospect to take that leap into darkness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… startle. You know that you want to. They're all out to experience you, so be plainly on go and they will eagerly to take hold of you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural concoction of imaginativeness and words stirred up feelings so unfitting, yet so vivid they had made her want to she-bop, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingers were pushing down hard at her fork through the strain overlayer fold of her dress…

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"belt, knocking ”.

Belinda took in a sharp, startled intake of breathing space and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the coffee table.

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

Belinda sprang to her groundwork and her palms hurriedly straightened the front of her frock ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim unseasoned fille said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't judgement but I need a drink before we leave. This is the firstly clip I've gotten away from my desk this last couple of 60 minutes. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottleful of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long moment, then apparently having a change of judgement, returned it to its stead. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full meth and quickly gulped it down, then returned the feeding bottle to the electric refrigerator and put the ice in the sink. Belinda too finished the leftover of her juice and lay her glass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the piling of magazines on the coffee tabular array, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the verge of using the toilet facility for several arcminute of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl turned up and ruined her plans.

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

"This is the first fourth dimension 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 nudge with her elbow."Some of the girls are in there now, having a workout."

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

"wellspring, normally on Fridays it would be, but one of the educatee's team has a big peer this weekend, and they're getting in some spear carrier recitation. Do you like wrestling ?"

"wrestle ?"exclaimed Belinda in amazement."They have a lady friend wrestling team ?"

"Sure… It's really energise, too. When they have a tag team match, sometimes they get carried away and if the reviewer isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar elbow room do where anything goes. It can really get the audience fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her give-and-take trailed away.

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

…

The adjacent corridor was long with a shiny unripe linoleum storey and dozens of storage locker along one side of meat. 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 sure you can find oneself your way from here. Nice merging 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 focal point of the audio of rambunctious activity."This had better not spoil the confluence"she said to herself.

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The door to the gym were double-swing taphouse style, heavy and wide, with a public square meth control panel in the top of each.

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

"Goodness,"she said to herself"this property 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 aid you ?"The baritone, almost manfully interpreter from a strapping, tall 18 year old female person caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom material body inside her hide tight spandex body suit.

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, young 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 firedrake won't come down here."

"But I was told… .."

"face, 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 loaf her head backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's defender. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her nascence 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 girl reversed into one of the swing doors and held it wide-eyed unfold with her back.

"seed 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 fisticuffs tintinnabulation, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the acrobatic train you could suppose of…. pommel horses, counterweight shaft, rings, crossbreeding measure, and a line of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a ring of observation windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand thrust firmly against the small of her back, causing her to take various more steps towards the centre of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the lady friend gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the first appearance 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 reflexion pack of cards. The only downstairs standing field is over there, around that first off boxing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"Come on, let's go."

"Well don't get-up-and-go me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you bang if anyone is here to gather 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. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the trick. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girlfriend saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the Good Book is out now, so mobile phone'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 sharp-worded flavour on her ass and jogged away. The smacking sent a jerk through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her advantage in the wide, unripened painted area around the first boxing-ring, she did a ho-hum 360 on her bounder, looking for potential side doorway to this tremendous Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side threshold burst open, and three teenage girl, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, rumbustious laugh came walking towards her.

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

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

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

"Yeah, very shady. So what are your actual names ?"

"All in just time,"said the still laughing little girl, again tapping herself on the breast,"and that's a better time, and that's a real dear time,"attempting to point to the other two before the whole three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the little girl 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 mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to call on up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to come here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of course, 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 air … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So sluttish. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, receive and replicate welcome. We said it would be nice to have got you, and beano .. here you are,"causing snigger from the other two girls.

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

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

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

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

The three girls looked at each other with feign, life-threatening concern, finger on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's mulct, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the word as all three burst out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girlfriend started to take the air slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the apparel on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual violation,"said another, lightly pulling at the whang of her dress from the slope as too take the air slowly unit of ammunition and around."A draw out sexual assault,"said another from can, casually brushing her finger's breadth through the fuzz on the backbone of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a perch grasp pulled on her fingers on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the adjacent day,"as a passing hand again mussed her hair and tweaked at her locks."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck."And all Nox long"…."A sleepy-eyed Night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to expend the night ?"“ Do you desire to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you desire to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side 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 ball of her ass. The girls 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 spate of adrenaline from Belinda's affright about Caroline's social welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously ascension of euphoric, inebriate, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eye with her head tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of grasp. She snapped out of the instant with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the diminished circle of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost evenfall. She regained her counterbalance and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much tall than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no need to phone us off,"cooed one of the girls.

"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 traffic circle around.

"Your tegument is so diffused,"as massaging digit gently worked the nape of her neck.

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

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

A couplet of implements of war reached around her from bottom and gave a light credit crunch, as erotic lips nibbled the incline of her neck opening. The pleasant maven caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to ease undefended, and saw she was now in the company of five young woman, with various bridge player now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five missy crowded even closer, their body pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak more firmly, to a greater extent sternly, but her oral cavity was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the R-2 of female bodies became a tight crunch. She was fighting to take a breath and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your lingua, eh, you poor thing ?"a delicate voice cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the press, a paw gently cupped her left tit, and a stiffened middle fingerbreadth brushed back and Forth River over its rear mammilla. The flat laurel wreath of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy news at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girl, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … tell me that you like this … .. recount me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her lid, blindsided by the unexpected shock. She could not trust this was happening. It felt like twenty hands were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the English of one flat hired man pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the pic in our playscript, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapplander. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the piano, haunting words sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ dusk into their hand, give yourself to them, let them possess you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, weak and swoon. She felt decidedly giddy. She was floating in a sea of female person body pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so tight she couldn't move ..

Different voices started speaking in bout, mesmeric, spellbinding, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself devolve ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. descent into their hands … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would release up here … .. and not your fancy sign of the zodiac …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 light …. just like your little Chrissie … .. our little Chrissie … .. our fiddling sissy Chrissie ……. our middling Milquetoast Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish small Chrissie… we know about her pedigree …. your rip …. the same stock … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty minuscule sissy …. do you want to be our Milquetoast ?"… .. do you need to be our sissy ? …. do you require to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a infirm and dyspnoeic two-base hit squeak. Her top dog was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a multitude of vocalisation.

The circle of miss around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing with child by the minute as to a greater extent filed in, some walking, some virtually bleed, unquiet to get a skilful smudge. 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 craven, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing blind became a forthright lone voice, advancing her fall into bondage.

"It was very unfearing of you to insert our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no foresighted yours. She now belongs to us. Every lame column inch. Every corpuscle. Every thought in her read/write head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to fare and meet with us, the girls who own your girl ? We can hold you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our impulse ... Our hapless animal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to come in to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Because cum you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her give-and-take of entrance fee were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding roofy of youthful female eubstance seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unfirm after the little inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her heels, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, run-in reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred vocalism were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed chatter effecting one long one sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering cinch of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing flow of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingerbreadth fiddled with her belt buckle until the remnant fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her proportionality, as both hands grasped the hem of her attire. The hem rose, exposing her scandalmongering frilly panty and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her straits. Her arms appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla sword lily, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as several branch reached out to prevent her imminent autumn and point her book binding to the centre.

A spontaneous round of hand clapping erupted from the large roundabout of onlookers as her apparel disappeared into the cluster of organic structure, some now looking from the packing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

"orange tree juice, Orange River juice, orangeness 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 dissonance, slowly morphing into what they had all come to see.

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yakety-yak of subliminal itch this meter. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and lost state, the unhesitating drum-beat of solicitation was resistless, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulder joint. The tops of the breast loving cup fell away, and she swivelled the clench to the front man. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her fingers as they released the tiny hooks. Her decent hand pulled the sensationalistic frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to sunniness from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling quite a little and took guardianship of the hobble yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

But again it started, resuming the same crying thumping drum-beat….

"flight strip … flight strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front end row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those boost back jostling for a amend opinion. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd seed here to complain, to oversee some variety of penalty, to try some payback. But their underhanded shipway had caused her to identify her own shoe on the other metrical foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of brake shoe and step-in, and about to unclothe herself defenseless right field before their very oculus. The atm of expectation was electrical, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evilness plans were coming together and stage one was on the dwelling run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a dyad of hebdomad back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for various daytime her and her tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked titty and ass regretted ever going near their sanctified sod. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other paw, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve betise was not an excuse to ward off despicable torture in this neck of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

"Hey, Trish … want some Sir Thomas More orange juice ?"…….…"Yes please !"

The chanting go along ………….

"Strip…. comic strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

"Who gives a rapscallion ? Just don't get your putz out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to take some weight. 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 stick his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her feet, in just her scandalmongering step-in and a pair of two-dimensional leather place. Her glaze over and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The lap 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 …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelid were as cloggy as lead, and she allowed them to fill up. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't engagement this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

She felt her shoulders being pinched in a vice-like grip by which were more like talons than fingers. She felt herself throw off, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't care anymore.

Suddenly it felt like her nostrils were on fire, and her eyes flew open up like saucers.

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

The bottle of boxer's smelling saltiness was immediately replaced in its'allotted office. All these young woman 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 exceptional, as she raised her helping hand to half mast and gave the weakest of square greeting waves.

The band of young woman giggled that unique, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudging each other with their elbows.

"ejaculate on, steady, clock time for your shower,"a voice behind her decreed.

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

"No, no, no,"the lone spiritual world voice firmly corrected."You have to get undressed first."

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

"Here will do. add up on, put your foot up here. We'd better offset with your shoes."

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive affectation was a girl kneeling prone on the floor. One metrical foot at a time, like it was the most natural matter in the world, this human footrest was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening quick pic of an stretch arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a light recoil in her second joint, her cue to revert to being an observer.

"Nearly there, honeybuns,"soothed the oversee vox."We'll just be a few here and now longer."

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her sides and wearing only yellow lace panty, you could cut the mum tautness with a knife.

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

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

"Something headache me greatly."

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

"You appear to give birth something attached to the outside of your panty at the front line. Like there's a squashed grape vine stuck there or something. We can't have contamination in the shower, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A corporate lustful intake of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

wink and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her lumbus. Four finger commenced scratching at the material which covered the slim protuberance 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 target and dropped her labors roughly one inch.

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

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

Belinda's first digit 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 supervising part,"but it seems much more implanted than I very first thought. Use just your endorse finger and apply more atmospheric pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker plumb off."

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

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would knead far better. Second finger, wardrobe quite intemperate, and rub up and down quite quickly. continue that up, and you'll rub that dirty little hookey off in no time."

These quarrel causing an all-round cardiac murmur of dirty sniggers of their own.

The instructions were dapple on money. Belinda's second finger nestled into the soft folds of her aroused sex through the cloth, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laughter of the assembly became hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin out wet yellowish fabric deeper into her sex with every CVA. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to vanish, the material lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute, her action at law plateaued in a legato, unshakable cycle. The plump and self-conceited outer back talk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow tenuous fabric. Her nostril flared, and her moans became louder and more carnal. syncope shudder wracked her trunk and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dancing. The cat-calls from the crew became vindictive. A mordacious spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing raft of self-inflicted orgasmic mortification. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to continue for several, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called legal proceeding to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the Call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing shudder patently showing house of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed sweet delegacy.

The foiled gang vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by more than one raging ‘ boo ’.

"What the hell do think you're doing ? You're making it worse,"admonished the interpreter."That damn grape smirch 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 apparent accord. She was way too spaced to make a judgement.

"All righty then,"declared the decisive spokesperson, having been given approval to shift tactic."Does anyone in this interview have cleaning acquisition skilful enough to attempt the labor of removing this stubborn grapevine spot ?"

Immediately a entirely forest of implements of war shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a ace someone is will to render it a try,"shouted the phonation to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her coquette with frantic whacking as the din of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a all-inclusive smile, amused to do it she was not the exclusively sick and writhe pervert in the room, and knowing her countersign at normal volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

"All right, all right, all right wing,"she then shouted, waving her coat of arms as if flagging down an oncoming vehicle.

After what was almost a full minute, even the most ardent of enthusiastic volunteers fell silent.

"I want to encounter middling,"her voice sincere."Who in this interview was not political party to the education and Age of Reason of Trish Trash the other workweek ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close up my eyes and spin around a couple of metre, and then point straight ahead, like a human spin the nursing bottle. That sound sightly ?"which returned a outspoken flurry of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a low but cockeyed tangle of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to digest toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underarm joust was improbable and svelte. Not enceinte duty muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully logical and they had a cat fighting, not a one dollar bill one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this competition just didn't seem fair.

"No formula,"decreed the supervising voice,"except these four…. Start dumb …. Don't finish her off …. no grating stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well end when I tell you."

The new female child gave a rebuff nod of deference to the price of engagement, then methodically set about her task.

As Belinda gently swayed with her eye mingy shut, she had no real construct 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 suffer the same sweet excruciation. Her seduction would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrible blight on your panties. If the shower-cleaner ma'am sees it, we'll all get in big trouble, so I'm here to help 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 breast pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hand cupping Belinda's naked correct chest, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two physical structure close in a firm, loving hug of support. This was going to be a squalid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

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

"Your hair is so beautiful and smoothen, and your shampoo smells divine, let me pass off it in,"

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial publication of tacit, sucking tugboat, interspaced with longsighted, slow, top to penetrate licks of its protruding curve. Her lingua stiffened and extended and probed its small and shoal profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibble, then several more rhythm of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite word ear, and as she commenced its erotic attending, the open medallion of her free people hand slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's bosom, maintaining contact lens, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the quiet, exposed belly until the baksheesh of her finger felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim cincture of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a encompassing open air goal.

"doe that feel effective, babe ? I'm going to partake you now. affect that cruddy stain on your nominal head. 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 lieu. A big warm swampy slit is often nicer. A nice, warmly, baggy muddle to make for in. He seemed so a good deal nicer with his big new slipshod hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting tongue on you though. No motivation to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty discoloration. Sometimes those stains go away by themselves, so we could make out back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a piece longer to see if it has. We can chequer on your warm juicy pussy while we're waiting."

All the patch she had been talking, her finger had pressed into Belinda's mild abdomen at the pantie waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to purloin their way inside the tickly lacing waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, deadening and insidious. They discovered a clean-living shaven hillock around the time of the hunting tongue, but that pleasant disclosure didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet finish. They wanted to be the first to claim pussy irreverence of their previous drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their pillage. They've been given number 1 dibs at an excited, wet puss, and were gon na make hoot sure they found their way inside. Those fingerbreadth wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, tight and snug. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, tight and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a double squeak as her torso gave two curt piercing upheaval and her knees commenced a jigging jive saltation. Prior placard of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen finger had brushed against her aroused and ship's boat dearest bud, it was as still a electrical shock and surprise.

Too late for stopping, or offering defence, as those insidious fingers 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 swag, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the boo of a reverberative"Yes ”, which was answered with profuse sunshine from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlookers were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the low gear 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 classmates caused her to stand still as they deftly adjusted the attachment of her ominously large and ribbed, bulbous strap-on.

"Retribution,"said one of the girls."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 channelise you through. You'll be doing this to please us too, you know. We're all on your incline,"oozed another girl as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in topographic point.

"We'll be with you every footfall of the way. It'll be our collective revenge you'll be dishing out to that atrocious, nasty bitch. Trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally fucking awesome."

/////////////////////// end of part one .