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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The sustentation men look like sustentation men.

The female head teacher is a distinctive, plump, overbearing, domineering old dragon.

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

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

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

The wording seemed odd, and slightly confusing, and she didn't want to throw a mistake…

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female vocalism, as the manus on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty-bellied wooden arm-chair positioned in figurehead of the desk. The owner of the vocalization had not looked up from apparently writing Book of Numbers on an overtly great sheet of report. Belinda assumed correctly this madam did not bang who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, the vocalization raised her gaze.

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

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

"I see…. And what brings you to this possible, 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 intimidation. Then when I suggested I'd like to labour up here during term time and see her, she begged, in fact, beseeched, I do no such matter and stay away. That alone made me concerned."

"Perhaps you should've paid paying attention to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. wellspring, I accept you may feature perceived anomalies in her attitude and speech patterns which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your wording is taken at face value, you have no evidence of what the said cause may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of muliebrity and has rapidly changing internal secretion point which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational number behaviours. However, should the suit 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 eyes before speaking. This adult female was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no tough here. Part of our education military mission is to tame an understanding of the substantial mankind. We can't all be Bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to strive to be your scoop, but also to accept your place in the pecking order of life. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your impartation of concern to the position of ailment ?"

"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 duo of years ago in a frightening whirlybird accident. Him and his shucks toys. I told him not to … .. …… Anyway, that's beside the item. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my lone child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our exquisitely repute to uphold. We haven't become the most prestigious girl's boarding school in the county without well reason."

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the workings of this school and how we prepare our students for the literal world. I feel a little presentment is in order…. seminal fluid with me… .."

Annoyed, but accepting the decree, Belinda found herself following the star into a classroom full of distaff schoolchild who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to ease up our unexpected visitor a little presentment. You'll have to featherbed us for a short while."

The phrasing to the teacher made it exculpate that rank was being pulled, and no pick being given.

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

"Who in this room is 18 days old ?"she asked, and a woods of arms shot in the air before retracting.

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten blazon shot up, and she motioned for one of them to come stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten implements of war 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 confused and connive 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 story just beside her. The missy hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chair legs and scurried to the forepart 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,"strip ”.

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

"Strip,"the corpus repeated her barque."Blouse and skirt off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

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

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the principal said monotone flatly, and the girl instantly complied, obviously relieved this surreal installment 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 girl, the principal barked… .."It'll have to be you, then, ,, strip."

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

"Strip."The lead 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 labialise your ankle. Come on, hurry up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

The fille's shoulders drooped, and her foreland dipped in resignation.

"But……"Belinda again started, and the principal immediately showed her the palm of her deal, which brought her into full phase of the moon silence.

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

With that, the young woman shuffled around and stood on the teacher's death chair, then stepped up onto the board, and set herself facing her class fellow.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the head then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp claps of her script, told the course of study to resume as they were and get on with their report. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front door.

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

Belinda gave a huge audible sigh, and turned away from the door to front the principal.

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

Despite the jolt and bewilderment of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a cryptic breathing space and exhale, preparing to follow, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their various chairs, and the berth door closed, the rule started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one daughter to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to resist the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life… .. As for the former lady friend …. 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 lessons and to present the properly way and incorrect way. Of row, some girls are harder to instruct that others. It's in the gene, you see. Some people have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as waxy as soft leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the contemporaries. convey your girl, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no hooligan here. Just A ones, A twos, B ones and B two. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A unity. It is not only the teachers who teach. The lady friend help each early, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more than, have been teaching your girl a moral. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your mistake, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low rate gene. It's that wide-eyed. Maybe mortal has given your daughter an extra-curricular stark reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take poster in class."

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

"fountainhead it's been patently obviously to me from the very second you walked into my spot they are of B two stock, and maybe of belated somebody has felt it their duty to remind your daughter of this, and to try much harder in class."

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

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

"But I've just driven LX miles 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 haywire 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 dear dessert pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

"I don't like you're tint, 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 in the county, and despite her recent exit, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with monitory reservation. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the good work she's put in thus far, do we now… .. …. Berr- lin .. da … ? Sit back down."

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

"That's right. shit yourself well-fixed. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your conduct ?"

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girlfriend to divest and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second lady friend flight 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 terminate my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, abuse into the rupture and airstrip instead ….take her place …. get her off the bait ?"

"I was thinking no such affair. The inadequate wretch was about to induce a anxious breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her station ? Your peel is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole exercise could've been a test … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to strip in her stead."

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

"None of my visitant come here intending to dismantle, but many end up doing exactly that… .. What if I told you that, in a short circuit 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 chip in you a choice…. Strip just for me, now…. Or a small later, in nominal head 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 game and need locking up."

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the star as she calmly slid open a drawer and fished out a pair of handcuffs, before dropping them with a brassy thump on her desk."With these, your girl'?"

"No, I…. where did they… .. how come… ?"Belinda started to jibber as she slumped back down onto her place. Few the great unwashed have actually seen the real McCoy heavy tariff, shiny chrome, prison handcuffs 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 of instruction you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's articulatio radiocarpea 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 lot of the schooling edifice. It was just by sheer fortune that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The supervisory program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past tense, it is pretty lots a no-go zone for faculty. Well, there she was… hugging a big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panty around her articulatio talocruralis, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking pictures. The executive program took some photos of her own, threatened the girlfriend with police action at law, made them throw her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your girl was distraught, and although she told the supervisory program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at length the side by side day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a style. She didn't expect her step-in to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breaks I guess."

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

"It was on a need to have sex groundwork, and a quite a little is a deal. She is acutely cognisant 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 require me here ?"

"Oh, my sweet pet ... You haven't grasped a word I've said, have you ? I've even given you a demonstration. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the greensward of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A one. 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 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 case or not. There is no way your daughter will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the pedagogy and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this end various eld. It was one simple reversion of judgement on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will happen again."

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

"Unfortunately those pictures seem to have gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must have fallen from her pouch when she became involved in some revive activities. And as for being an eye witness, well, it would be her word against those of respective others."

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

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

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

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

"I would enjoy to meet the bitch responsible, and totally hand them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would appreciate being referred to as kick to their font, 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 excuse themselves and bid any apology or reform any misgiving you may have about the motivations for their legal action. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their corporate attrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm sure if I talked with the executive program who is fellow with the thing, and knows the girls involved, it can be arranged to experience them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm sure they understand your need to bonk them. What right way than if you were all in the same elbow room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the time of day. Can you hang around here for a piece ?"

"tinker's damn right I can."

"Well, I'm not sure exactly how many young woman were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the usual morsel and pieces of equipment dotted around, but there should be plenty elbow room to get together all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

"good. I'm not having them restrain and hassle my daughter and then take the air away and think it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the thing. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the hr. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some female child who weren't involved in the original incident to watch the proceedings. There should be enough room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate punishment, and this would be a all right opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different style and in a unlike way. After all, it's not every day a opportunity to enhance their worldly translate comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

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

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

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

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

And as Belinda entered to commence her wait, she noticed underneath the Tea room sign there were dull mark in the wood-stain where the old classroom turn 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 dangle cup from a hook, and was about to prepare herself a umber when she noticed there wasn't a kettle hole."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her choice. She poured a small amount of orange juice into a deoxyephedrine and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet refreshing gustatory sensation. She filled up the methamphetamine and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to weigh watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any form was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A minuscule pot of magazine publisher adorned the central chocolate table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were banal commercial women's powder store, but one particular brochure caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female athlete in skin compressed spandex on the presence screening, and entitled,"confection and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to scan the text under the accompanying impression of nubile female person athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in bathing suit, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of airs. But she couldn't service but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in full, as she took occasional sips of her succus.

‘ full phase of the moon stretch and loving it'……… ‘ assist me push gruelling'…… ‘ Are my peg distribute wide enough ?'

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

‘ My bus wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to come up too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at least'

‘ 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 affectation and the implicative phraseology had made Belinda flush with an unfitting glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knee for a moment to trip up her breathing time, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the liberal impression. .. Page 43 and 44 with its dual Page paste. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at number one. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's facial expression as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That face. That look. It drew her eyes like a attractor. Sure, her blanket banquet wooden leg were facing the tv camera and a very well defined and lewdly denotative camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually downright wet natator. But it was the look on her nerve, her contorted expression. It was a fuse mix of excitement, go, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the Logos barely a whisper as she leaned back into the luxurious lounge."lucky cunt. I wish someone would construct me find like that,"as unmindful digit pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her common sense and sat back upright and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to salt away that facial nerve expression in her brain, but couldn't assistant but use up in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclaiming of realisation as her eyes wandered over the solid 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 course with her chin on her thorax staring at the photographic camera. The look of terror on her cheek 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 tumid round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their laurel wreath facing upwards as if that would be sufficient natural process to pick up the falling girl and fasten a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those helping hand without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have been doomed to flunk. Then on closer review, the faces of the only if 4 ‘ backstop'who were seeable all bore an verbalism of pure evil and contempt…. their fling of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling daughter had an factor of euphoria and subterfuge faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's meat thumped in her bureau, and the ache 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 treason, exhilaration and little terror, combined with the accompanying textbook caused her condition ? It was a motion she couldn't answer. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted hands, 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 fall. She jumped. Will you chute ? feed yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a enigma, but now is your hazard to take that leap into iniquity and meet with the portion you deserve. Go on, do it… parachuting. You know that you want to. They're all out to get you, so be plainly on pass and they will eagerly to snaffle you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them hold whatever they need.'

How had such an abnormal concoction of vision and words stirred up feelings so incompatible, yet so intense they had made her want to fuck off, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her digit were pushing down hard at her genitals through the distorted sheathing flock of her dress…

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"knock, knock ”.

Belinda took in a shrill, startled intake of breath and panicked, frisbeeing the cartridge holder onto the coffee table.

The door opened and a well-disposed face appeared, and a cheery voice asked if she was gear up to go.

Belinda sprang to her ft and her palms hurriedly straightened the front man of her apparel ….

"Yep."

The tardy 20's slim young young lady said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't head but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first gear metre I've gotten away from my desk this last distich of hours. 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 maledict thirsty, and need to skull something. Anything. I won't be a tick."

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of Orange River juice out from the fridge, held it in her paw for quite a long moment, then apparently having a variety of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full deoxyephedrine and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the Methedrine in the sinkhole. Belinda too finished the remnant of her juice and lay her spyglass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the mickle of powder magazine on the umber table, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"Need the public convenience before we go ?"Trish politely enquired.

"I'm mulct,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the verge of using the restroom for various minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish female child turned up and ruined her program.

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

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

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

"But I thought the corpus said it would be vacant for the encounter I'm having."

"well, normally on Fri it would be, but one of the student's teams has a big mates this weekend, and they're getting in some supererogatory practice session. Do you like wrestling ?"

"Wrestling ?"exclaimed Belinda in amazement."They have a girls wrestling squad ?"

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

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

…

The next corridor was long with a burnished green linoleum floor and dozens of storage locker along one side of meat. repress 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 sure you can happen your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her cad 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 counseling of the sound of boisterous body process."This had better not bungle the meeting"she said to herself.

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

Belinda stood on her tip-toes and peered in. There appeared to be a 12 or so athletes 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 arrangement to fit us all in … How many was she expecting ? The alimentation of the five thousand ?"

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"Can I assist you ?"The baritone, almost manlike voice from a strapping, tall 18 year old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her cutis fast spandex consistency suit.

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

"Trish applesauce just told me exactly who you are. You're that mute fall guy's protector. What'yall doing here ?"she said, surly, her mouth clicking as she chewed her gum.

"A bit more obedience from you, young lady, if you don't intellect. I'm here to conform to 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 Draco to kvetch, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The flash of enlightenment causing her to loll around her head teacher backwards and grin a asinine grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her substantial mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping immature girl reversed into one of the swing door and held it wide assailable 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 Brobdingnagian mansion house. There were two fisticuffs anchor ring, a basketball Margaret Court, a trampoline bed, and all the gymnastic geartrain you could think of…. pommel Equus caballus, equaliser beams, closed chain, cross saloon, and a blood line of climbing anatomy along one rampart …. the lot. And operating expense, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a mob of reflection windowpane leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a mitt push firmly against the small of her backrest, causing her to call for respective more steps towards the kernel of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the young lady 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 doorway like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observance deck of cards. The only downstairs standing surface area is over there, around that first boxing anchor ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"seminal fluid on, let's go."

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

"Search me, but I can soon witness out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Milquetoast Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the whoremaster. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girls saying they wouldn't creative thinker meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to fulfill 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 shrill smack on her ass and jogged away. The smacking sent a jerk through Belinda's loin, making her prime red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, fleeceable painted domain around the for the first time boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her heels, looking for voltage side doorway to this tremendous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a diminished side door burst open, and three teenage girlfriend, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course of instruction, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the initiatory one to hand her,"Her literal mom ?"

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

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

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

"All in good time,"said the still laughing young lady, again tapping herself on the thorax,"and that's a better time, and that's a real sound clock 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 bright red from a mixture of emotions.

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her stomach with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the arm 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 turn up. No-one could've said anything to give you a grounds to come in here, we're all too closely, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to come here, but, hey, we just didn't really wait 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 double welcome. We said it would be gracious to have got you, and keno .. here you are,"causing sniggers from the other two girls.

"Look, I don't know what's going on here, but a few mean solar day ago my girl 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, new peeress. There was an assault, and I want names and faces,"then the wording hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

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

The three girls looked at each other with feigned, serious concern, fingers 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 Son 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's berth,"whereupon all three miss 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 total clean,"one of the little girl spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three little girl started to walk slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's articulatio humeri as she slowly walked around."A intimate assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her dress from the incline as too walked slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the hair on the vertebral column of Belinda's cervix as she walked by."Which means it went on for 60 minutes,"as a easy grasp pulled on her fingers on her impart script as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing hand again mussed her hair and tweaked at her ignition lock."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy-eyed night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to expend the night ?"“ Do you need to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you need to devolve asleep ?"…. asked the mesmeric rustling of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of her neck opening …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed gentle on her ear .. as fingers stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The female child had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The thrill of Adrenalin from Belinda's panic about Caroline's well-being was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rising slope of euphoric, intoxicant, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive relief, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her head tilted backwards and was emitting gentle purrs of taste. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her torso to remove herself from the confines of the pocket-sized lap of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost evenfall. She regained her residue and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much marvelous than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no need to promise us off,"cooed one of the miss.

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

"We only want to delight you,"soothed another, as the girls reformed around her, and again proceeded to walk circles around.

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

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

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

A pair of arms reached around her from bottom and gave a light squeeze, as erotic sassing nibbled the side of her neck opening. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to turn her drumhead and her middle to ease heart-to-heart, and saw she was now in the caller of five miss, with several deal now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should talk more firmly, more sternly, but her oral cavity was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the rophy of female trunk became a fast crush. She was fighting to take a breath and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your natural language, eh, you poor affair ?"a piano voice cooed from behind, the breathy Christian Bible blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left boob, and a stiffen in-between digit brushed back and forth over its vertical mamilla. The flatbed palm of another hired man slowly slithered up the inside of her mighty leg."What's it gon na happen when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy tidings at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? state me babe … evidence me that you like this … .. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply inhale with a wince as the creeping flat hand reached its damp-panty mark on cue, and gave a sharp-worded, unwaveringly upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her eyelid, blindsided by the unexpected saccade. She could not conceive this was happening. It felt like 20 hands were touching and caressing her physical structure all at once, and the face of one flat hired hand pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the picture in our volume, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the same. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting words sliding from lip caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their custody, give yourself to them, let them induce you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

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

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

"Let yourself come ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. spill 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 well-heeled … .. we know you live alone … we were going to hail and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your little Chrissie … .. our picayune Chrissie … .. our little sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty pansy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your ancestry …. the Lapplander stock … that you're a pantywaist too …. a pretty minuscule sissy …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you want to be our Milquetoast ? …. do you want to be our Milquetoast ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathless double squeaker. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fasting from a concourse of representative.

The circle of lady friend around her now numbered over a 12, and growing orotund by the instant as Sir Thomas More filed in, some walking, some virtually tend, anxious to get a well point. 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 blind became a forthright lone vocalization, advancing her fall into bondage.

"It was very brave of you to go into 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 second power inch. Every speck. Every thought in her head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come and meet with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can make you our slave too. Our sex slave… A striver to our impulse ... Our hapless carnal fun. We could own you and dishonour 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 fall 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 oral fissure and lips."I would still require to come in, and here I am."

It was as if her words of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of untried female organic structure seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the littler inner dress circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her heels, feeling swoon, feeling she may swoon, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a 100 representative were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed yak effecting one long bingle sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing current of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger fiddled with her belt warp until the terminal fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her remainder, as both hands grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her scandalmongering frilly scanty and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her top dog. Her weaponry appeared to dance inside the retrousse dress as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set release, she waved it around like a hoopla signal flag, before tossing it away onto the capitulum of the encircling throng. The action at law caused her to stagger backwards, as respective arms reached out to prevent her imminent fall and steer her back to the centre.

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

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yakety-yak of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping tympan of find out imperativeness. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of allurement was resistless, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the titty cups fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest of drawers, looking down at her digit as they released the petite hooks. Her justly helping hand pulled the yellowed frilly garment away from her soundbox and held it aloft to cheer from the throng of energize faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took bearing of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of straits, causing another surge of cheer which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with expectation now, with those advance back jostling for a punter sentiment. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to oversee some sort of punishment, to try some retribution. But their underhanded room had caused her to invest her own shoe on the other human foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and panties, and about to foray herself naked right field before their very eyes. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric, and many affectionateness were thumping and hot blood line was pumping. Their malign programme were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish kick a yoke of workweek back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several Day her and her bid and intumesce vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred sward. It was tentative she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other paw, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an self-justification to stave off despicable torment in this neck of the Grant Wood, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting keep ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two virile maintenance men stopped in their tracks, and almost as one, turned towards the window. Stepping forwards, they stood side by side of meat, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the unanimous length of the reflection 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'roll in the hay do they get away with it ?"asked Reece, not expecting and answer."This must be the tenth part this year."

"Who gives a scamp ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his foil fore-arms on the cross-rail to shoot some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood upright still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for age, 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 groundwork, in just her yellow panties and a pair of flat leather shoes. Her muzzy and intermittent visual sensation surveyed the throng. The forget me drug 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 footsteps of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her palpebra were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the force, she conceded. I can't fight 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 judder, 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. Come back to me, baby. We's still a retentive ways to go."

The bottle of boxer's smelling SALT was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these girls were ruffian 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 mathematical group of miss.

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

The roach of girls giggled that unique, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudge each early with their elbows.

"semen on, truelove, meter for your shower,"a representative behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a lamb, and raised a pes to postulate a stair forward.

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck nosedive mannerism was a lady friend kneeling prone on the floor. One foot at a time, like it was the most cancel thing in the reality, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the superintendence voice, and with a lightening flying flick of an extended arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a idle kick in her thigh, her cue to revert to being an observer.

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her sides and wearing only chicken lace panties, you could cut the silent tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something vexation me greatly."

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

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

A collective lascivious intake of breathing spell rippled through the onlooking throng.

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this derisory and highly unlikely berth was indeed worthy of urgent and capture correction.

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

nictation and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to preserve her balance, Belinda's right helping hand moved the shortsighted journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her loins. Four finger's breadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

"That's about the compensate position, but with four fingers, you're casting too wide-a net. trim 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 supervising interpreter,"but it seems much more planted than I very first thought. Use just your indorsement digit and implement Sir Thomas More pressure sensation, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of glide slope to the job, and started scratching quite hard with her instant finger nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would work far better. arcsecond finger, press quite hard, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that unclean picayune hookey off in no time."

These Holy Scripture causing an well-rounded murmur of dirty sniggers of their own.

The educational activity were patch on money. Belinda's second finger nestled into the mild plica of her aroused sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with resolve.

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

The sneering laughter of the forum became boo of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her chore. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every CVA. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to go away, the cloth lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome trespasser. Within half a minute, her natural process plateaued in a smooth, unwavering rhythm. The plump and swollen outer back talk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin textile. Her nostril flared, and her moans became louder and more carnal. Faint earth tremor wracked her torso and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became vindictive. A nipping prod, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic abasement. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to extend for several, foresightful, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the vociferation. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing signboard of crazed thwarting at having to abort her almost completed perfumed mission.

The disappointed crowd vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by Sir Thomas More than one angry ‘ boo ’.

"What the hell do think you're doing ? You're making it forged,"admonished the spokesperson."That damn grapevine discoloration is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a master cleansing agent to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to change tactic."Does anyone in this hearing have cleaning skills adept enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grape vine dirt ?"

Immediately a solid forest of arms slam erect, accompanied by raucous clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a single mortal is bequeath to establish it a try,"shouted the vox to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The woods of weaponry responded to her tease with frenetic whacking as the cacophony of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to bang she was not the only sick and rick pervert in the room, and knowing her wrangle at normal loudness had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

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

"I want to make for fair,"her voice sincere."Who in this audience was not company to the education and enlightenment of Trish Trash the other week ? 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 conclude my eyes and spin around a couple of times, and then manoeuver straight ahead, like a human twirl the feeding bottle. That sound carnival ?"which returned a vocal stir of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small-scale but fuddled maze of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underarm tilt was marvellous and slim. Not large duty muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite patent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully luculent and they had a cat scrap, not a dollar mark one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No ruler,"decreed the oversee voice,"except these four…. Start slow …. Don't finish her off …. no rough stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well give up when I tell you."

The new fille gave a cold-shoulder nod of deference to the terms of battle, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing Good Book of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer the like sweet excruciation. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrible blight on your step-in. If the shower-cleaner lady sees it, we'll all get in big hassle, so I'm here to help you get it off, ok ? I'm going to endure behind you now to get a better sway, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her word, 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 hand cupping Belinda's naked ripe chest, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a house, loving hug of support. This was going to be a sleazy reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

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

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

Her sassing latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial publication of mute, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slow, top to fathom slug of its protruding breaking ball. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its minuscule and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before Thomas More caresses and nibbles, then several more rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the spread palm of her free paw slowly slithered down from the derriere of Belinda's breast, maintaining liaison, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, bring out abdomen until the crest of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim sash 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 textile. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a wide open goal.

"DOE that feel salutary, babe ? I'm going to advert you now. Touch that awful stain on your front man. 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 hunt tongue and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the beginning place. A big warm sloppy scratch is much nicer. A nice, tender, slipshod hole to diddle in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy pickle, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. someone's already given you a skillful big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your scratch ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those blot go away by themselves, so we could descend 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 out on your warm juicy twat while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her digit had pressed into Belinda's easy belly at the step-in waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to cabbage their way inside the tickly lace sash. Then down, down those digit crept, slow and insidious. They discovered a white shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't unhinge them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the firstly to arrogate pussy encroachment of their latest drugged-up Milquetoast, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet sanies, and were gon na make darn sure they found their way inside. Those finger's breadth wanted to slide into that fond and wet love-box while it still felt all decent, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, tight and tea cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a replicate narrow escape as her torso gave two short sharp convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior notice of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen fingerbreadth had brushed against her put forward and tender dear bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingers hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a reverberative"Yes ”, which was answered with exuberant cheer from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlookers were ecstatic their dupe had been dragged through the beginning 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 class fellow caused her to put up still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously heavy and ribbed, bellying strap-on.

"retribution,"said one of the girls."They attacked you, and now it will be your fortune 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 pass you through. You'll be doing this to delight us too, you know. We're all on your side,"oozed another girl as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in place.

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

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